#i want to have them in a safe space in case they ever get taken off of youtube for copyright or whatever reason

[amphibifish]

as soon as i find a reliable youtube video downloader and i figure out a good system to organize all of the avenue q videos it is OVER for you all

#fish.txt #i want to have them in a safe space in case they ever get taken off of youtube for copyright or whatever reason #so yeah :3 #BTW if anyone somehow has more of the logotv x avenue q std psas that are not already on youtube it would be great if those could be sent my #way..... #personal avenue q tag #ive been tryna find them for ages but some of the videos just straight up don't work on archive.org

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #diluc x you #jean gunnhildr x reader #diluc x y/n #wlw #yandere diluc #yandere jean x reader #yandere yelan #yandere neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #yelan x reader #yandere diluc x reader #yandere themes #mlw

[whitedemon-ladydeath]

its amazing that every single thing in the acotar series paints Rhys the one In the Right so often and the v few times he's ever acknowledged to be in thr wrong he gets forgiven in like. a chapter. and I'm not even talking about Rhys and Nesta bec I understand nuance and neither of them are 100% in the right for most situations

but Rhys with Az and warning him off Elain? Rhys is in the right. Rhys going behind Mors back and letting her abusers into her safe space and then lying to her face? it's a war 🥺 and he'd have killed Amarantha on the spot 🥺🥺🥺. he gets to cry about it and all is forgiven. Rhys threatens Amrens life if she didn't help with Azriel behind her ready to attack if need be. Rhys making a rape joke about Luciens abused mother? Feyre growls at Lucien when Lucien gets upset, Azriel and Cassian #stiffen waiting in case Rhys gives the order to strike Lucien dead. Rhys keeping a life threatening pregnancy from his wife and putting a gag order on EVERYONE else? Well Nesta was cruel and mean about it and just wanted to hurt her so she's the one in the wrong, actually

meanwhile Nesta has been punished again and again for the cabin years. She has been murdered for helping Feyre after agreeing to help Feyre bec of "everything Feyre sacrificed for them". Nesta is punished again and again by the ICs snarky comments, by Feyre not painting her. Nesta is punished for using the bar tab left open and a bribery to self medicate to smother her powers that scare her and to numb herself. Rhys somehow butts his way into the relationship between Feyre and Nesta, every time they find common ground and begin to mend their relationship. SOMEHOW every time Rhys gets involved they now have to start back at square one

yes. Nesta could have been a kinder sister. yes. Nesta could have done more in the cabin. yes. Nesta could have asked for/taken the help. yes. Nesta could not have abused the money that Rhys just So Selflessly bribed her with Gave Her

Have you Noticed that Nesta has zero beef with Azriel because he does not instigate a fight with her. He never insults her and they are perfectly civil.

Mor compared her to the people who shoved nails in her stomach and told her to "keep her forked tongue behind her teeth." Amren calls her a waste of life. Cassian watches Nesta waste away and then comments on her breasts in the same breath he notices how thin she is. Nesta almost dies to the Hike from Hell and being severely dehydrated and weak carrying the bags. he let's his friends talk shit about her and agree with them when they suggest she'd thrive in the Court of Nightmares. Rhys is a fuckhead who takes away her home, her autonomy, uses Elain against her, uses her trauma and grooming against her to get her to seduce Eris

I. fucking. get. it. She failed as a sister. I GET IT. she doesn't deserve to be punished for it over and over and over again. it is within Feyres right to cut her off and not interact with her. the IC, the *governing body* do not get to keep kicking and kicking her while she's already down

how much beating does this girl have to take to make it even. How much does she have to give to earn basic decency

she's just a girl. She's a traumatized, flawed, imperfect 23 year old girl getting beat down by 500 year olds

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #sjm critical #nesta archeron #anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti inner circle #anti ic

[nicksbestie]

hi as of like yesterday yr requests are still open so i hope this isn’t a bother ! but anyway i was hoping to see some caregiver!reader + agere!johnnie ? preferably gnc reader but fem would also be okay ( whatever prior relationship you want :] ) don’t have many ideas for plot aside from maybe johnnie has had a bad day/is really stressed out so he kinda starts isolating himself, which reader respects but is also really worried about him :( so after a while reader uses maybe like a spare key to go into johnnie’s room and at first it just seems like he’s just upset but as reader starts trying to get johnnie to open up and trying to comfort him, he regresses which makes him more upset/panicky. whether reader has prior knowledge of regression is up to you but in general they’re just really sweet and supportive trying to calm johnnie down <3 maybe they eat dinner/reader feeds johnnie, and watch a movie/cartoon while cuddling ? ( little spoon johnnie ofc ) anyways feel free to add or take away anything i just want johnnie to be taken care of and as an agere i am totally projecting lol

Secrets - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : Johnnie's biggest secret is exposed without him being ready, but it goes better than he thinks it will.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : descriptions of mental health issues, depression, and isolation

Word Count : 1541

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Everyone has secrets. Some of them are terrible ones, skeletons in your closet, ones that would ruin many people’s lives should they escape out into the public. Others are small and simple, things they just like to keep to themselves, and wouldn’t hurt anyone if other people knew, they just don’t want them to be everyone’s business. Some people keep secrets to protect themselves because they would be embarrassed about it if anyone found out. Everyone keeps secrets, and sometimes they’re revealed at the wrong time. Johnnie had secrets, and he was in no way prepared for his biggest one to be exposed to anyone, especially not you, but sometimes life goes in ways that we just can’t predict. 

Johnnie had been struggling a lot lately. That wasn’t a secret, and although you knew about it, you didn’t pressure him very much. He wasn’t the type to open up when he was overly pushed about whatever was wrong, and you wanted him to feel safe and comfortable coming to you when he was ready, and not before that. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t concerned, because you most definitely were. This bad spell for him was bordering on being one of his worst ones ever, and you were about to step in, because you couldn’t stand to see him hurting on his own any longer, even if that was what he told you he wanted. 

Johnnie had begun to isolate himself for almost every hour of the day, only exiting his room to eat and use the bathroom. He didn’t talk much to you out loud, texting instead, as it took much less energy out of him to take that route. He didn’t like to talk about it, despite knowing that he most definitely needed to. You hated how he could be so self destructive, but you knew that you did the exact same thing when you felt the way that he did. So, you respected his space and always let him have it when he asked for it. However, it normally didn’t last this long, thus feeling the massive worry that encased your mind. 

After a couple more hours, you continued to let your worry grow, but you decided to do something about it. You hated the fact that you were about to ignore the boundaries that Johnnie had put into place, but you were seriously concerned, and you hoped that he would be able to understand and forgive you should he be upset with your decision. You grabbed the spare key that unlocked all the doors in the house, kept in the kitchen just in case of emergencies, and gently knocked on his bedroom door. You weren’t going to just barge in, you wanted to give him the chance to open it himself. When he didn’t reply, you softly called out to him, telling him that you were going to open the door. He didn’t argue, so you did just that. 

Walking into his room, you noticed that the blinds were closed, the lights were off, and he was quietly laying in his bed, staring at the wall. You immediately laid down next to him, letting him curl up next to you. You noticed the stained tear tracks on his cheeks, your heart breaking for him as he simply laid there. You let the both of you cuddle in silence, not wanting this to be a heartbreaking moment for the both of you, so you didn’t break the silence for a while. You knew that you should probably talk about what was going on, but the moment was so peaceful that you didn’t want to say anything. You both laid there quietly for about half an hour, taking in the comfort of the other’s presence, before you said anything. 

“We should talk about this, baby. It’s getting worse this time.” 

You could feel him shake his head against your chest. 

“No. I don’t want to talk.” 

“Honey, it’s important-” 

“No!”

Woah. He very rarely snapped at you. He had almost never snapped at you, especially not when he was feeling like this. But, in all fairness, you had pushed him a little bit. You could feel the tears from his eyes soaking your shirt, and you decided to not speak any more for a little bit. You gently pulled his face up, wiping his tears away with the soft pads of your thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair out a bit with your fingers. You noticed that his eyes were widened more, much more glassy, and you definitely were concerned about it, but you brushed it off to the tears causing it. 

You were more surprised when he pulled away from you, as he had never done that. You gently reached out to try and cuddle him again, but you noticed that he wouldn’t even look at you. He seemed to be panicking about something, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. You weren’t upset with him, but from the anxiety radiating off of his body, you could tell that he probably felt like you were. So, you immediately spoke up to try and help him recognize the fact that he was always safe and loved with you. 

“Love, what’s wrong? It’s all going to be okay.” 

You were now completely confused, as the second that you spoke, your boyfriend burst into tears. He seemed to be absolutely inconsolable, crying nearly at the top of his lungs and clutching the squishmallow on his bed tightly between his arms. You didn’t know what else to do besides just hug him, whispering comforting words as you told him that everything was going to work out, and that you were here for him. It wasn’t until he looked up at you with the same glassy-eyed look as earlier and spoke a few words when you realized what was going on. 

When a choked out “I sorry” left his lips, you put together the look in his eyes, and unexpected crying, and the clutched stuffie, and immediately realized what was happening. Your boyfriend had slipped right into his littlespace, a littlespace that you were completely unaware of, and was absolutely distraught. You had been a caregiver in a previous relationship, and you quickly controlled your shocked face, bringing him as close to you as possible and gently stroking through his hair. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe, angel, nothing to be sorry for. I’ve got you, you’re going to be alright.” 

It took a lot of repetitive words and soft praises for Johnnie to relax, his crying eventually slowing when he realized that you weren’t upset with him, and that you were still there and still loving him despite his newfound headspace. He wrapped himself back around you, seeming to become a very quiet little. You were more than excited to get to know him in his headspace, so excited to get to love and spoil a little one, as it had been a long time. Less than an hour later, the two of you were still curled up next to each other, you simply hugging your little boy and whispering sweet nothings to him as he relaxed. You both enjoyed the quality time, and as it turns out, Johnnie is a very silent little, despite when he’s not upset. It wasn’t for another half an hour or so that you moved, and you probably wouldn’t have moved at all had it not been for Johnnie’s stomach growling. 

You held his hand as you walked to the kitchen, calling him the most adorable as he rubbed his eyes with a fist. You put some chicken nuggets in the oven for him, before you went to the bathroom and you helped him remove the makeup that he’d put on that morning. He hadn’t gone anywhere, but he put it on to cover the dark circles under his eyes. You were gentle but bubbly, and you noticed that your little loved to laugh, and giggled at every funny face you made at him. Dinner went quite smoothly, him eating all of it, which absolutely warmed your heart, as he hadn’t been eating much lately due to his depressive slump. 

Little Johnnie seemed to love food, and you were grateful for that, because you didn’t want dinner time to cause him to be upset again. After he had finished eating, you got him a popsicle from the freezer, wrapped it in a paper towel so his hands didn’t get cold, and tucked him in on the couch while you cleaned up the plate and put it into the dishwasher. He was wrapped up in a blanket, cuddled with his stuffie, and you sat down next to him as soon as you were done. You gently tapped through channels and shows as you waited for your little one to pick a cartoon he’d like to watch, finally settling on “Spongebob”, and he immediately wrapped himself back up in your arms. 

He’d been in a dark episode for a while, but now, it seemed like he was able to see the light at the end of it, and you couldn’t wait to be here to help him through it all.

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[wthtorke]

(Re)Home

Yautja and Human Smol read with some witcher stuff cause I was into it back then lmao, no warnings! 

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The Earth had a capacity for life. Only so many people it could house and nurture safely.

Humanity hit that threshold long before you were born.

The peace treaty between species made it possible to live among the stars. Some races were willing to share their planets, while others offered space in their ships.

'It's almost like exchange students, but for life- you'd become one of them.'

You didn't feel at home on Earth. Ever since your first breath, you had no place on that planet.

So up you went. 'Above and beyond,' or whatever they told you. Usually, humans who wanted to leave had forms filled out and uploaded to the exchange system.

If you had to call it anything, you'd describe it as 'adoption'. You, specifically, were adopted by yautjas. The deadliest species in the treaty.

You packed your bags, taking your 'goodbye pack' the government provided you with. Laptop, tablet, and other human things 'so the adaptation wouldn't be so harsh'. That's what the flyer said.

"We wish you luck and success in your new life among the stars. It's an honor to have an earthling as brave as you out there."

That's what the video said.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and pick up the government packs off the floor, walking toward the hangar in your papers. You and some others behind you get in line for admission.

Seeing yautjas wasn't new. There were videos and pictures of them plastered everywhere, just like the other species of the treaty. But still, your eyes widened from their bored expression when you saw your admits standing in front of the ship, datapads in hand.

You're first in line, walking up to them and presenting your registration. They repeat your name and information, and you confirm everything, waiting patiently.

"Welcome to the clan." One of them says, nodding at you. You nod back and make your way inside. The ship is a transport shuttle, spacious and high-tech. This was happening. It takes you a second to choose a seat and strap yourself.

The information speech you're given during the trip feels warmer and more welcoming than anything you've heard on Earth.

'Maybe this was a good decision.' You think.

"From today on, you'll be part of our society, which means no special treatment. No special conditions. No buts and ifs." He keeps talking. "Just life as a yautja in a mothership. That's all."

You appreciated the clarity and honesty they had. You expected it to be hard but weren't afraid of working for it. Whatever challenge presented itself for you, you'd beat it. You had survived this far. This wouldn't be different.

Your group gets taken to the housing levels, where each human gets assigned a room. Your eyebrows rise up when you see two grown yautjas in yours.

"Get up, Fang. Our partner is here."

Fang and Claw. Two youngsters from the clan you got accepted into. Written in bold letters at the end of your papers. "Hey," you say as they approach you at the door. "Good trip?" The other one, Fang, asks.

"Yeah, good trip," you answer. You had no idea they'd be so big. "Are you guys really my age?"

"Are you 124?"

"Oh man."

Despite their scary looks, Fang and Claw are what they are. Young. And a little stupid. You somehow felt at home with them. It was nice to be treated like a person and not a number for once.

You get installed in your bunk bed, pull out your laptop, and test the 'fastest internet connection in the galaxy' they had on the ship. A direct link to Earth, in case you want to talk to anyone.

You just wanted access to the shows.

"What's that necklace?" Claw asks. "What's in it?" You look up from your screen, then down to your chest. "It's a wolf necklace."

"Your previous clan?"

"They don't have clans, just families," Fang replies. Claw frowns in confusion, "So your previous family?"

"No, not my family-"

"That's a wolf- so Wolf clan,"

"Claw-"

"I like it," he continues. You smile at the sheer absurdity of it, "Cool to wear your symbol like that."

You laugh softly, "It's not my symbol- it's from a show, a story- the Witcher. In the story, the Witcher comes from a school whose banner is the wolf. Their symbol is the wolf," You play with the pendant between your fingers, "I don't really have a family."

They both stop to listen to you explain. Claw shakes his head, "But you wear it, so it's your symbol. Wolf human from the Witcher school. A Witcher," the word sounds weird when translated from them, clearly adapted.

"Wolf human," Fang repeats, "Nice title, sounds strong. You should keep it," he says. You huff in amusement. "Sure, I'll keep it,"

They barely return to their own unpacking before you look up again. "We should watch it," they look back at you, "- the Witcher-, we should watch it-, sometime." You clear your throat awkwardly.

"It's a filmed story? Like the ones in the human culture lessons?"

"It's called a 'movie'. Idiot."

"Shut up."

You put your hands up before any growling appears, "It's a series- actually. Short episodes that make up for one long thing. Good to watch in between, ah-, training? Missions? Whatever you guys do?"

Claw nods, "Wolf-human story with the wolf-human, I'm in." You smile and look at Fang. "Is there blood?"

"Lots of it."

"I'm in."

You watch the first season during your first night at the ship, only pausing to retrieve your food and for general discussion between the yautjas about how accurate (or stupid) the fighting scenes in the show were.

You have to plug your laptop into the adapted port on the wall so you can keep binging with your roommates, smiling ear to ear whenever they'd say something positive about it. When you finally close your laptop down, you look at them again. "So, thoughts?"

"Don't fuck with magic," Fang says. Claw nods. "Never fuck with magic."

You laugh as they each settle down in their bunks. Fang shuts the lights off as you lay in the dark for a bit more.

"Sleep well, wolf-human." Claw says. Fang mumbles something in return. You smile again, bidding them goodnight before closing your eyes to sleep.

Home, sweet home. Finally.

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Somebody To Love - Part 6

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Here we have it everyone! I hope you enjoy. This part includes Eddie's addict brain trying to trip him up, so if that might be a trigger for you, keep yourself safe.

Eddie was six months clean by the time Wayne flew back to Indiana. He would have flown back sooner, around the four month mark but temptation had reared its ugly head and Eddie broke the lock on his bathroom door, intentionally trapping himself inside and away when he’d found one stray pill under the rug in his studio space. 

He was alone.

No one was home. 

No one would be home for hours. 

Wayne was halfway across the city, Steve was at his own home, Chrissy was at a modelling gig, the boys were with their families.

It was a terrible, opportunistic coincidence.

The pill was tiny and white, covered in floor dirt and bits of hair, but it would go down easy enough. He’d be able to dry swallow it in less than a second. It was small enough. He could just take it and he’d probably pass for sober by the time they came back.

He had it in his hand. 

No one would know.

No one would ever know.

His hand was completely frozen, almost on another plane of existence. He couldn’t move. A part of him was banging against the cage doors telling him to just take it. He’d taken worse things before, this would be nothing. He was strong enough now to not spiral again. This was just one, not nearly the worst thing he’d ever done.

He’d promised to be good and he had been good. So why couldn’t he have this one thing?

Another part of him was firmly trying to keep the cage locked.

Think of Wayne.

Think of the boys.

Think of Chrissy.

Think of Steve.

Why should they get to judge him for making decisions about his own body, the beast cried out. He was his own person, this was his own life, who the fuck were they to try and make him do these things, take it!

They didn’t make him do anything. He made that decision on his own. They were supporting him through his own decision. Not forcing him to do anything. They were supporting him. He said he’d change. He promised.

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Eds.

The beast repeated Steve’s words back to him, twisting and poisoning them. Steve didn’t think he could do this anyway so why was he bothering?

No.

No!

No!

Eddie bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood and the pain shocked him into action.

He threw the pill across the room. 

He didn’t know where it landed, he didn’t want to know. 

He’d run up the stairs as fast as he could, putting as much physical distance in between himself and that fucking pill as it was possible to do.

And he’d called Wayne, who’d called Steve.

It was maybe an hour later when the bathroom door was finally broken down and Wayne crawled into the empty tub with him and just held him while he wept quietly into his chest.

Steve appeared in the doorway some time later, letting him know it was gone and that Eddie would be spending a few nights with him and Robin while professionals came in to clear the house top to bottom, just in case.

Because there was a service for that apparently.

This was LA after all. 

Of course there was a service dedicated to quietly, covertly and methodically going through luxury houses to remove every last trace of temptation.

Of course there was.

It was another thing entirely to fully realise just where he’d be staying. 

Staying with Steve wasn’t an issue, they practically lived together whenever they went on tour anyway. They knew all of each other's habits, their quirks, their weird rituals. And he’d been to Steve’s house plenty of times so it wasn’t that either.

It was having to live in the space of one Robin Buckley. 

Steve’s Chrissy. 

He hadn’t met her very often, they just never tended to cross paths but whenever they did, Eddie got the distinct impression that she really, really didn’t like him. 

Though if he was in Robin’s position, watching everything he’d ever put Steve through… He probably wouldn’t like himself much either.

Steve had been running interference on them for two whole days, trying to stop Robin’s glares and snappy comments and trying to stop Eddie from retaliating too dramatically. Because if it’s one thing Eddie was terrible at, one major, major character flaw he had, it was holding his tongue around someone who did not like him.

But Steve had to leave them alone eventually. 

He was half way out the front door, begging the two of them not to murder each other while he was gone.

Robin crossed her arms and shot daggers in Eddie’s direction. “Non prometto niente.”

“Ti imploro.” Steve checked his watch again before raising his eyes back to Robin.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Now you two are just being rude.”

“Cazzo.” She spat at him.

“Robin!” Steve rubbed at his temples before pointing at her. “Play. Nice.” Without another word he slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing around them as they stood on opposite sides of the open plan house, like it was high noon in one of Wayne’s old westerns.

“Okay. Let's get it all out, Buckley now that the parent is gone." Eddie spread his arms out in front of him. "What precisely is your fucking issue with me?”

“My fucking issue is that I don’t like you,” Robin snapped, “that’s my fucking issue.”

"I'm gonna need you to be more specific than that,” Eddie snapped right back, “plenty of people don't like me."

"Shocking." She widened her eyes in mock surprise.

He gave her the middle finger. "Is it just the Steve thing or are there other reasons?"

She scoffed. "There's no 'just' with what you did to him."

"You can't be stupid enough to think that I meant it like that."

"Jesus you're a real charmer aren't you?"

“I get it, I was a shitty person, to Steve especially, but-”

“No!” She shouted, cutting her hand through the air. “You don’t fucking get it. You really don’t fucking get it, Munson, because you weren’t there. You have no idea what all kinds of hell you put that man through for years, but I do. I was there for it all.”

“Of course I have no idea!” He threw his hands up. “How could I possibly have known?!”

“How could you possibly not have known?! Everyone knew how he felt and all you ever did was rub it in his face-”

“I didn’t rub anything! I wouldn’t have if I’d known but I didn’t! How the hell was I supposed to know?!”

“Are you blind?!” They had taken a few steps closer but the couch was still between them. Eddie guessed it was the only thing stopping her from tearing into him with her teeth. “You need something like that spelled out to you?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that not a reasonable request? To be told what someone’s feeling with grown-up words and not have to navigate a minefield of guessing what’s going on in their head?” His legs bumping against the couch was the only indicator to him that he’d moved closer. “How was I supposed to know I needed to look deeper? Am I supposed to go around examining everyone’s motivations for a deeper meaning now? Try to see into their heads rather than trust the things they tell me? That makes no sense! I’m not fucking psychic, why am I expected to be? You know as well as I do that he hid this from me. He never told me!”

“Don’t you put this on him. Don’t you dare-!” She was leaning over the back of the couch now to jab him in the chest.

“I’m not!” He had his hands gripping in his hair by the scalp and he could feel the lump in his throat but he refused to cry in front of her. “But tell me I’m wrong, Buckley. Go on! Tell me I’m not making sense right now!”

Robin huffed. “You’re wrong and you’re not making sense right now.” There wasn’t much conviction behind it. She pulled her finger back from his chest and crossed her arms with a scowl. “Maybe if you weren’t so fucked up on everything all the time-”

“Oh, spare me. Don’t start on the puritan talk just because you know I’m right-”

“I am not-!”

“Okay, fine!” 

He ripped his hands out of his hair and felt like everything inside him was crumbling before he could stop it. He’d done everything he could, he’d kicked the drugs, he kicked the drink, he hadn’t had any sex since the ‘Sucker’ video, he was letting Steve decide how fast they moved, even when they moved and where to… what else was he supposed to do? He was at the end of his fucking rope. 

“Let’s examine that then, shall we? Do you think that if I knew that I had someone in my corner in that way, that I had someone I could come home to or- or be there with me in my lowest moments, that could help take the pressure off, that I felt safe with… do you think I wouldn’t have delighted in having a steady fucking thing for the hardest years of my life? People don’t do the amount of shit that I’ve done because they’re fucking happy, Robin!”

He turned his back on her to collapse down on the couch with his head in his hands, trying to force his tears to retreat. His whole body felt weak, like he’d been wrung out and he really hoped she didn’t take the opportunity to crack him over the back of the head with something.

The only thing that could be heard in the ringing silence of the house was his own heavy breathing as he tried to keep his emotions under control.

A weight settled down next to him and he thanked his lucky stars he was able to stop from flinching. He didn’t want to look up, the tears clinging to his waterline that he hadn’t managed to fight back would be undeniable, but as the quiet continued to extend around them he couldn’t ignore it.

Robin wasn’t looking at him, thank god. She was curled up as far away from him as she could get with her back to the couch arm, her knees pulled up against her and she was scowling in the direction of the tv.

It must have been nearly a full minute later when she spoke. In that time Eddie had to pull the bottom of his t-shirt up to wipe at his eyes and sniffle everything back and he was fully prepared to execute a frosty retreat to the guest room he’d been using.

“Fine.” Robin bit out. When Eddie looked over, she cut her eyes in his direction but quickly averted them again.

“Fine, what?” He cringed at the thickness in his own voice. He didn’t even have the energy to bite back, he just sounded petulant.

“Fine, you’re a miserable fuck.”

He scoffed. “Great. Thanks for your input.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You didn’t want to finish, you left a dramatic pause in there on purpose.”

Her frown only got deeper. “Fine, you’re a miserable fuck but you’re not wrong.” She raised her hand to her mouth and started to pick at some dry skin on her lip. “It’s not on you to read minds.”

Eddie nodded. 

The tv wasn’t even on but she was still staring at it like it was. After another few moments of silence he turned, mirroring her position. “I am trying, Robin. Ever since it properly hit me I’ve been trying.”

“I know.” She sighed heavily, exasperated and slumped lower into the couch. “So he’s been telling me. And to be honest, I can see it.” She glanced back at him again. “Last time I saw you before this you looked like some strung out, coked up skeleton. Now you look,” she waved her hand around in his direction, “like you’ve got actual blood in your veins and not just Xanax and vodka. I just wish Steve didn’t need to get stepped on for you to get there.”

“I wasn’t stepping on him on purpose. If I’d have known… all of this would have happened a lot sooner.”

“Yeah.” She heaved herself up from the couch and grabbed the remote. “Put on a movie. I’d like to keep this little stalemate of ours going at least until Steve gets back. Might help him relax a little bit. Maybe not get a coronary. But pick well,” she threw herself back down and stared him dead in the eye, “don’t make me hate you again.”

Eddie didn’t end up picking a movie, he ended up picking a tv show but either way it ended up being a winner because Sense8 was always a winner. At least that was until it actually started because…

“This show is so fucking horny, man.”

Eddie just shrugged. “It’s a good show.”

“And what are you gonna do if Steve walks in while you’re watching two men fucking on tv?”

Eddie's heart stopped and his face flooded. It wasn’t that he thought Steve would judge him or it would set their progress back or whatever. It was that Steve would be standing there while very, very, super-duper, gay, gay, gay shit was happening in front of his eyes.

Robin snickered next to him just as the key sounded in the lock and a shout of “No one better be dead!” preceded Steve’s entrance.

The phone nearly flew out of Eddie’s hand as he made a frantic scramble to skipskipskip.

Steve stopped dead at the sight of the two of them sitting on the couch, not touching but also not hissing at each other like feral cats. Eddie with what was probably a red face and his phone clutched tight in his hand while Robin tried her best to hide her smile.

“What’s going on here?” Steve asked, wary eyes bouncing between them.

“Nothing!” They both answered at the same time with vastly different inflections. Robin sounded light and jovial while Eddie squeaked, trying to conceal his panic.

“Right…” Steve gave them both a final look before he turned towards the kitchen. “Whatever happened here, I don’t want to know. I’m just glad the two of you haven’t ripped each other's hair out.”

Once he had completely disappeared around the corner Eddie turned his glaring eyes to Robin who had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.

“You were no help.”

“Yeah? Get used to it.”

That fucking song wouldn’t leave his head and he didn’t know why.

Well that was a fucking lie.

Eddie knew exactly why this fucking song wouldn’t leave him alone. 

Freddie fucking Mercury was haunting him from beyond the grave. 

He could almost hear him, see him out of the corner of his eye. Sitting cross legged, an arm across the back of the couch as Eddie strummed on his guitar. That grin on his face. Drawling out “You’ll get it soon, darling.” 

It wasn’t even like it was a hard song to cover. 

On guitar anyway. 

Vocally was a whole different story. If anyone even thought of singing Freddie Mercury's pieces, figures would materialise out of the woodwork advising it was a bad idea. People just didn’t cover Queen. It was too difficult to do.

Freddie had a vocal range almost unmatched. He could switch keys effortlessly and often. He was iconic. Still is iconic. And almost everyone who had tried wasn't able to match up to the legend.

God, why was he doing this to himself?

A weight dipped the couch cushion next to him and Eddie nearly jumped out of his skin, almost firing his guitar across the room, convinced for half a second that Freddie Fucking Mercury had actually manifested next to him.

But the arm that was now across the back of the couch wasn't Freddie's.

"Jesus, Steve." Eddie clutched at his chest. "Warn a guy."

"You seemed very far away." Steve leaned his head against his hand with a small smile on his face. He was so pretty.

"Not that far.” Eddie shrugged. “Just a dimension or two."

“Seems pretty far.”

“Freddie’s just haunting me is all.” He said as he got up to place his guitar back in her stand along the wall with her sisters, throwing himself back down on the couch with an oof.

“Oh, tell him hi from me then.” Steve reached down, grasping Eddie under the knees and pulling his legs into his lap, causing Eddie to slip down the arm of the couch as his body was pulled forward, leaving only his head propped up at what must have been an incredibly unflattering angle.

“You could’ve just asked.” Eddie wrenched himself up to a sitting position, planting his arms behind him and refusing to think about the fact that if he wiggled his way forward just a little more he’d be pressed right up against Steve, fully in his lap. 

As it was, the backs of Eddie’s thighs were pressed against Steve’s and that was enough to kick his heart up a few notches.

Steve looked down at his legs, plucking at an old cigarette burn in the knee of Eddie’s sweatpants. They were good pants despite the hole. Soft and comfy and he did really mean to stitch it up but he kept getting distracted and then suddenly it was five years later and that same burn kept looking at him.

“You’re doing really well, you know.” Steve said in a quiet voice, staring at Eddie’s knees like they contained the answers to the universe.

Eddie tipped his head back until it hung between his shoulders and he groaned at the ceiling. “The guitar part is easy. It’s the vocals that are-”

“No,” Steve squeezed his knee, “no I don’t mean that, I mean your… your self improvement. Your getting healthy. Your-”

“Oh my god.” Eddie snapped his head back up, staring at Steve with wide hopeful eyes while his breathing got shallower. Steve had a light blush across his cheeks and was continuing to keep eye contact with the knees in front of him. “Is it happening, like is it really happening? Are you giving me a chance, are you-”

“Eddie.” Steve admonished, trying to pull his mouth into a scowl but his face was getting redder and the corner of his lips were lifting up of their own volition. “How are you such a pain in the ass? I had a whole speech planned about all the hard work you’ve put in and how dedicated you’ve been and how rough it’s all been for you but you’ve still persevered-”

“Right, sorry!” Eddie wanted to wave his hands in front of him but they were the only thing keeping him upright so he just nodded like a lunatic. “Sorry! Go ahead.”

Steve rolled his eyes and scoffed but was smiling now. “I can’t just go ahead. Especially now. I was gonna come down here and act all calm and cool and suave and deliver this great speech about how much it’s meant that you did all of this for me. For me?” Steve huffed and pinched his nose, his voice coming out a little shakier than before. “People don’t do things like this for me. And you stuck it out. You’ve kept going even during the hard days and there’ve been some really hard days. I know. I’ve seen them but you kept going and I’m so proud of you. Eddie, I’m so fucking proud. So yeah. I had a whole plan.”

Steve finally looked at him, his eyes were shining and his cheeks were still red but he was managing to pull himself back into his vaguely bitchy and disapproving façade that they both knew was fake but if Steve needed it to give him some strength Eddie would give it to him. 

Eddie would give him everything.

“I had to call Robin twice to hype me up and it still took me a half an hour to get down the stairs. Then I do come down the stairs and you’re sitting there, looking like that." Eddie glanced down at himself. 

Like what? He was in ratty tatty sweatpants and an old dark henley that might have originally belonged to Steve but he honestly couldn’t remember. He was in fuzzy socks and his hair looked like a bird's nest because he just wanted it washed and couldn’t be bothered to go though the whole curly girl thing Chrissy and Robin were trying to push him into. 

He just looked like Eddie.

“And you’re playing that song, trying to sing that song, my song and I couldn’t-” Steve clenched his eyes closed again, reaching his hand out blindly and Eddie shot forward, snatching Steve’s hand up in his own, leaning towards Steve so his centre of gravity was no longer behind him and holding Steve’s hand tight to his chest.

Steve would be able to feel Eddie’s runaway heart under his ribs but he didn’t care. In fact he hoped he could. He hoped it would let Steve know he wasn’t the only one who was scared out of his mind right now.

“Do you-” Steve gulped, opening his eyes again. “Do you still-”

“Yes, I still. I very still.” Eddie squeezed his hand tighter, pulled it harder into his chest, like he wanted Steve to touch his raw and bloody heart with his bare hands.

“Really? Even now? Even though… even after…?”

“Stevie.” Eddie whispered, heart breaking. “Do you think now that I’m sober I wouldn’t want you anymore?”

When Steve just shrugged Eddie couldn’t help himself. He reached a hand out, brushing his knuckles against Steve’s cheek before thumbing a tear away.

“All of this. Everything has been for you.” Eddie kept his voice low, trying to inject as much love as he could into the tone of his voice while he kept stroking Steve’s cheek. “It’ll continue to be for you as long as I live. Now that I know what I know, I don’t think there’s any going back for me. There hasn’t been for a while. I’ve been miserable for so long, hiding underneath substances and sex and denial that I forgot what it was like to even feel… neutral. I didn't know my own heart and you… you allowed me to be able to feel it again."

“Eddie… d’you- can I- can-”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.” Steve almost sighed, relaxing like the weight of the world had just been gently lifted from his shoulders. 

“C’mere.” 

Eddie moved his hand from Steve’s cheek, curling his fingers around the back of his neck.

He pulled Steve forward and despite the thundering of his heart in his chest he had only intended it to be a short press of lips, an assurance, a comfort.

As soon as he kissed Steve, Eddie knew for certain that this was it for him. He was done for. He never wanted to kiss anyone else as long as he lived.

He’d never been kissed with so much emotion, with so much feeling. It enveloped his entire body. Any emotions that had previously been attached to kissing, he realised with sudden clarity, were just a general feeling of wild hornyness, crushing on someone, liking someone, being attracted to someone. 

All those were there when kissing Steve but there was so much more.

There was so much love and compassion and it was just so easy. They could have been doing this for years and Eddie found himself already mourning all the time that had previously been lost. He mourned who he used to be, the previous Eddie who had just been kissed out of existence despite his slow death over the last few months. The previous Eddie who’d thought that that life was the best it could ever get.

The poor bastard.

The kiss was wet and not exactly in a sexy way, Steve’s tears mingling between their mouths. Despite how it started, chaste and innocent and assuring, it didn’t stay that way even though Eddie had the best of intentions. 

Steve’s hand was at the back of his head, holding him close, trapping him in the best way as he leaned over him. Eddie felt his knee get batted out of the way and his legs pushed open as Steve settled between them, laying Eddie back on the couch and pressing him down as his tongue bullied its way into his mouth. Steve was well and truly steering this ship and Eddie was just happy to be along for the ride.

If Eddie’s eyes had been open they’d have rolled back in his head.

“Stevie,” Eddie croaked as his neck was being attacked by little nips and sucks that were making it very hard to think, “are you in the right headspace for this?”

Steve paused for a moment before pulling back to shoot him an incredulous look, hovering over him on those strong arms. “You’re asking me if I’m in the right headspace for something maybe sexual? How often have you been in the right headspace when you’ve done sexual things in the past?”

Eddie frowned. “Not very often, which is why I’m asking now.”

The line over Steve’s brow softened and he leaned down to place a kiss against Eddie’s forehead and damn there were those butterflies again.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Eddie shook his head, a little more emphatically than he needed to. “No.”

“Do you want me?”

“I- yes. God, baby, I don’t want anyone else ever again.”

“Okay, good.” Steve leaned down again until he was a breadth away. "Can I continue then?"

So, like…

Eddie hadn't done anything in the last six months besides use his own hand. 

And maybe some toys. 

But he hadn't had a good fuck, hadn't had a good suck in six months after having multiple of each every week for years. In hindsight it had all been frighteningly close to some kind of sex addiction.

But still, six months.

That was to say when Eddie nodded and Steve leaned back down with that smirk of his, it was like he knew. 

Knew that when he rolled his hips down like that Eddie was at risk of blowing his load in less than ten seconds.

“Don’t care,” Steve moaned into his mouth, “don’t care if it’s quick. Don’t care. I wanna see.”

And as embarrassing as it was, that’s what did it. 

Steve telling him he wanted to see him. 

Eddie came with a cry, only barely able to coherently get half the man’s name out of his mouth. It took him longer than usual to float back into his body and even then he was still a little fucked out. Six months. He scrambled to stick his hand down Steve’s pants. This he knew. This he could practically do with his eyes closed. It only took a few minutes for Steve to follow with his mouth hanging open and a beautiful little scrunch in his brow.

“Oh shit.” Eddie sunk back into the cushions. “Don’t think I’ve come in my pants since I was sixteen.”

“I’m flattered.” Steve smiled, peppering kiss over his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.

“You should be.” Eddie smiled back, leaning into the easy affection he was being showered with with so much joy.

“Um,” Steve hesitated, still pressing Eddie into the couch with his body weight but up on his elbows, fiddling nervously with his hair, “just so we’re clear on-”

“I’m with you. If you want.” He slung his arms around Steve’s neck. “We can be a thing. In a relationship. Boyfriends. Partners. All of the above. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”

“Hmm.” Steve tried to give a nonchalant shrug. “That could be a very long time.”

“I’m okay with that.” Eddie leaned up, making sure to seal it with a kiss.

Six Months Later

“So… here’s the thing.” Steve wedged himself in behind Eddie, legs on either side and pulling him back against his chest while Eddie tapped away on his game controller, swinging from building to building.

Eddie settled back, allowing his body to relax but keeping his eyes on the screen. “Mhm?”

“You remember the Sucker music video?” Steve nuzzled his nose into Eddie’s hair.

“Ugh.” Eddie couldn’t watch it. It had come out while Steve was on vacation the first time and Eddie hadn’t wanted to look at the guy who’d potentially destroyed one of the most important relationships in his life. 

Nowadays he was almost tempted to send the bitch a fruit basket. Sex with you helped me find love with someone else. Something like that.

“Right, well you know how there wasn’t enough footage for that gory online exclusive cut?”

“A tragedy, really.”

“Yeah. But the label is looking to release something small before you all start writing again, keep interest up and I was talking to the boys-”

“You were plotting with the boys.”

Steve nodded, tightening his arms for just a moment. “I was plotting with the boys and we were thinking why don’t we do some reshoots to get enough footage together and release it?”

Eddie had to pause the game and twist around. “Sweetheart, tell me you are not suggesting we contact whatever the fuck his name was and I go film with him again?”

Steve looked scandalised. “No! Jesus, no. That’s not what I’m suggesting. I’m… well we were thinking that maybe you could film it with… me.”

Eddie turned completely, planting himself over Steve’s lap and grinning down at him. “Oh yeah?” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Steve’s cheek, coming to a stop right by his ear. “You wanna be my victim, baby?”

“I get bitten by you enough, I might as well-” Steve gasped as Eddie sunk his teeth into his neck, sucking at the skin. “-might as well get paid for it.” He rolled his hips up and any logistical talk of the video shoot completely flew out the window.

Three weeks later and the video had been released. It was filthy, it was disgusting, it was downright sexy even if that fake blood still tasted like shit. 

Though Steve didn’t really have a problem with his face being in the video, he was mostly kept anonymous. 

Quick close up flashes of his open panting mouth before a hand was clapped over it then his neck gushing blood while Eddie practically bathed in the spray. A shot of Steve’s chest as the clothes were ripped from him, a hand tugging harshly at the hair. Then red dripping handprints over his stomach and black tipped fingers pushing his knees apart and Eddie’s hand running through his hair, leaving blood streaked in its wake, were all that was seen of him.

People went fucking wild for it. It broke through to mainstream news, which Corroded Coffin hadn’t managed to do for a while. 

Christian moms were scandalised. 

Conservative men were outraged. 

Social media was thirsty.

And Steve was starting to get offers. 

Even though he wasn’t really identifiable, people in the industry who’s job it was to know these things started sending him offers for modelling jobs or acting jobs. Though Steve had originally not given them a second look, now he was starting to look.

They’d both agreed that ethically Steve couldn’t really continue on as his P.A. anymore. The thought had once scared the everloving shit out of Eddie but now… now it was okay, because Steve was Eddie’s and Eddie was Steve’s.

Two Years Later

God, he loved being on stage. It was such a rush. How had he been doing it in an altered state for so long? 

It was their first tour since all of everything with Steve had happened. 

Nearly a year and a half since he’d had to get a new personal assistant.

Nancy was like some weird mix in between Steve and the other two, Dustin and Max.  Like Steve, she knew how to handle executives and businessmen like she was speaking a second language. She was loyal to a fault. She was small and sweet looking. People didn’t keep their guard up around her. That would be their first mistake. 

There was one very memorable instance where an overly eager and quite frankly stupid paparazzo had managed to sneak onto Eddie’s property. 

It was rumoured that the new up and coming heartthrob of indie rom-coms was allegedly the live-in boyfriend of a controversial metal singer and this idiot was sure he could get the scoop.

What he hadn’t been expecting was Nancy Wheeler in her white frilly blouse and baby blue dress pants popping him on the nose and swinging her sensible heeled foot in between his legs.

It had all been caught on security footage. 

Eddie had the screenshots framed and Nancy now had them hung behind her desk in the office she had in his house. 

Like Dustin and Max, she’d worked with Steve in the past. She was an absolute wizard when it came to organisation, she didn’t treat him like a mythical entity and she could see past the big bad image to the soft squishy human underneath.

She had a bit more trouble articulating things when it came to emotion but her intentions were never bad. 

Though Eddie and Steve didn’t have an employer/employee relationship anymore, the relationship they did have had only blossomed.

Apparently they were sickening to be around, but Eddie couldn’t really find it within himself to care. He loved his boy so why would he hide it when they were amongst friends?

Robin was forced to eat her words soon enough, which Eddie found great satisfaction in, and reminded her of it often, when he’d introduced her to Chrissy.

Those two were just as bad as he and Steve.

Eddie gave his thanks to the crowd and jogged off to the wings where Steve was waiting with a bottle of water that he nearly drowned himself with, trying to swallow it all down in one go.

Steve just rolled his eyes, making sure to stay out of sight of the crowd as he did it. Neither of them really cared if they got caught red handed with each other but if they could avoid the media circus, they would.

Steve wanted to make a name for himself on his own.

“You don’t have to do this, Eds.”

Eddie nodded. “I know.”

“It’s a big risk.” Steve continued with his hands on his hips.

“I know.” He handed the bottle back to Steve. “But I said I'd do it, didn't I?”

“You did, but you can always pull out.”

“Baby, I never pull out.”

“That's a fucking lie.”

It was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes now. “Just sit back and enjoy the show, sweetheart.”

Steve gave his ass a squeeze. “Always do.”

Eddie pinched his cheek before turning and jogging back out to centre stage amongst the cries of encore from the crowd.

“Alright, alright.” He spoke into the mic. “One more song for you all. Um,” the nerves were coming in hard and fast now as he glanced behind him towards the other members who gave him encouraging nods. 

Well of course they didn’t need to be nervous. 

They weren’t singing the damn thing. 

Eddie turned back to the crowd as a stage hand came out and handed him his guitar. “I gotta be honest with you all, I’m scared shitless of performing this song. You might be wondering what that’s been doing here all this time.”

He pointed over at the piano that had been sitting quietly in a corner, unused for the whole show.

The audience ooohed and cheered.

“Unfortunately I can’t play, but Jeff here is multi-talented.” Jeff handed his guitar off and took his seat at the piano, tapping on a few keys before giving Eddie the thumbs up.

“People get crucified for covering this band. It’s just not done.” There was chattering starting up in the crowd as they started to speculate. “No one can get close to what this man had, but god damn it, there’s someone special out there who I want to do this for. They’re his favourite band and this is his favourite song and based on your reaction I think some of you already know what I’m about to fucking do. Shit.” He sighed into the mic. “This is Her Majesty. Queen.”

Eddie had no hope of being able to improvise or vamp like Freddie once had and he would never even attempt to try. So as the first piano notes played out over the speakers he opened his mouth and started to sing.

They'd practised this song to death. The whole band was adamant that if they were going to do this they were going to do it right. They guys had practised their high backing vocals for weeks. Eddie had rehearsed the song for months.

There was no way he was going to do Freddie dirty.

By the time he’d gotten to Brian May’s guitar solo he was able to move around a little and get a good look at the crowd.

His eyes landed on a mess of long dirty blond hair and he felt his mouth drop open. 

“Holy shit.” He muttered to himself.

Julian beamed up at him, his arms wrapped around a little twink of a man with a shock of black hair wearing a battle vest that if memory served, had definitely belonged to Julian last they’d met.

“Danny?” Eddie mouthed at him.

Julian’s responding nod was elated as he squeezed Danny against him tighter. Danny himself looked completely shell shocked while something was whisper-shouted into his ear over the music.

Eddie wanted to fucking jump for joy.

With a glance back into the wings, he saw Steve muttering to Nancy, gesturing out towards them. When he looked up and caught Eddie’s eye he tilted his head in question.

You wanna bring them back?

Eddie nodded, just barely catching sight of Nancy disappearing off somewhere before he turned back to finish out the song with a bang, sending one last wink Julian’s way before the lights went down.

When he opened the door to his green room, it was to the sight of Robin trying to adjust her top and Chrissy pulling her skirt back down, both red faced and breathing heavily.

“Can’t you two go find a bathroom or a maintenance closet or something? This is my room! I’m supposed to be the one doing sexy things back here.”

“We lost track of time!” Robin said with crossed arms.

Eddie stuck his hands on his hips. “Surely the sudden lack of loud music should have tipped you off that the concert was over?”

“We were distracted.” Chrissy shrugged, looking completely unapologetic.

“Well go be distracted somewhere else, I’ve got guests coming back.”

“Who?” They asked at the same time.

“An old friend.”

Just then the door behind him was opened. 

Nancy gestured Julian through, who had a huge smile on his face, pulling Danny along by the hand who looked like he was about to faint.

Eddie surged forward, catching Julian up in a crushing hug while he laughed.

“You got your man!” He cried, practically bouncing the two of them.

“I got my man!” Julian squeezed back before extricating himself from Eddie’s arms, pulling Danny forward and tucking him in under his arm. “Eddie, this is Danny Aguilar. Danny this-”

“Hi! I- uh… yeah, I um. I know you. I mean I don’t know you. I mean I know who you are…” Danny stuttered out and before Eddie could even say anything, Nancy was at his side with a small smile and a bottle of water that he took with shaking hands.

“It’s really cool to meet you, man. I’ve heard great things.” Eddie smiled at him but that only seemed to freak him out more so he decided to give the guy a break, turning his attention back to Julian who was rubbing small circles on Danny’s back.

“So tell me, how did this happen?” Eddie asked, pointing between the two of them.

“Well,” Julian gave Danny a squeeze while he took a large drink. “It was the rumours about you actually.”

Eddie snorted. “Which ones?”

“The ones about you shacking up with some guy named Steve who may or may not be the same Steve who’s been making a name for himself.” Julian raised a brow at him. “I figured that even if they weren’t true, I’d seen you get your shit together, get sober, get healthy and it made me think I could do that too. Only one life to live, you know?”

“That’s amazing.” Eddie smiled. “I’m so happy for you, man.”

Julian blushed. “Thanks. What about you?” He asked. “If you tell me that it didn’t work out after I said all of that I’m gonna feel like a giant asshole.”

“No, I-” He felt an arm slide over his shoulders.

“I think it worked out okay.” Steve grinned at him and Eddie felt like he was falling in love all over again. “I hear you were the only one to actually say it out loud to him, so I guess I have you to thank for this.” Steve tugged on one of his curls and Eddie batted his hand away, only to grab it again and hold on tight.

“Oh shit. Really?” Julian looked between them with wide eyes. 

Danny was looking at him like he’d hung the moon.

“Yeah, really. Listen, I was thinking. We have a private space booked at a restaurant for the band and the crew and the lesbians,” Steve waved his hand in Robin and Chrissy’s direction who’d fallen into quiet conversation but now just shot him matching middle fingers, “we’d love it if you wanted to come along. Let us treat you two? As a proper thank you for helping this idiot get his shit together.”

Steve pulled him in tight and Eddie just melted.

Julian was nodding enthusiastically.

And poor Danny.

Poor Danny could only squeak in agreement.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey and I hope you've loved it as much as I have. 🖤

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[smartycvnt]

Right Through Me

Title: Right Through Me Pairing: Maya Bishop x Reader Summary: Maya and Y/n get into a fight after a close call, and Maya tells Y/n that she loves her. R WC: 573

"You are so goddamn reckless, it's like you don't care about a single thing!" Maya shouted at Y/n. The two of them hadn't even made it up to Maya's office before their spat reached its climax. Everybody else tried to give them space, but stayed close in case their words turned to actions. Y/n had a temper, and Maya was one of the few people who actually pushed back against the younger firefighter. The two of them had gone to school together, and Y/n had been the closest thing to a friend that her father had allowed. Y/n wasn't competition, nor was she a bad influence academically. She had eventually become a distraction, so their friendship had been momentarily snuffed out.

"I was doing my job Maya," Y/n said with a calm tone that surprised everybody. Nobody had ever yelled at Y/n without getting screamed at in return. Even Maya seemed to be taken aback by Y/n's reaction. "This job calls for sacrifices, and I was prepared to make it this time. We can't lose another captain, Maya, not again."

"Everybody find something to do!" Maya shouted as she looked at Y/n. "What's going on with you? Do you need to talk to someone?"

"I don't know, I'm tired Maya. I want out, but I can't quit," Y/n mumbled. Y/n's words broke Maya's heart and left her rattled. For a moment, Y/n thought she was safe to just walk off; that Maya was distracted enough for Y/n to make a clean break. Instead, the moment that Y/n turned her back, she felt something hit her in the back right between the shoulder blades. "Ow! What the hell?"

Maya didn't even try looking sorry or ashamed of herself for throwing something at Y/n. Y/n looked down to see a bowl on the floor. She could feel whatever had once been inside of that bowl sliding down her back. Y/n generally would have been livid about it and immediately charged at Maya, but instead she just sort of stared at the bowl sitting on the ground before slowly looking back at Maya. A part of her told her to fight back, but Y/n didn't have the mental endurance to do such a task.

"I almost die, and you throw a bowl at me?" Y/n asked, still slightly bewildered.

"It was chili, and yeah, I did. If you needed a break from this, you should have said something instead of rushing in to get yourself killed. I can see that you're sad and struggling, but I didn't think it was this bad. Fuck, Y/n, you have to talk to me baby. I have lost so much and driven away so many people that I love. I can't lose you too. I just can't do that baby. I love you too much to let you go," Maya confessed. "That's why I have to suspend you, but for now, I want you to go to the bunks and get some rest. You're tired, so consider it your last order for a few weeks."

"What am I supposed to do if I can't do this?" Y/n asked.

"Get better, and you won't have to do it all on your own, I promise. I'll help you," Maya said with more conviction than Y/n had ever heard her use before.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

You Feel Like Home

Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 1,144

Summary: When a case hits a little to close to home, Joe is there for you and to make sure you feel safe.

Warnings: alluding to assault but no details are given

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This case had taken its toll on you, hitting a little too close to home. You sympathized and understood what this poor woman had been through more than you wanted to admit. The brutality of that night played on loop every night. It’s why you’re always on guard, why you had panic attacks, why you haven’t let Joe stay the night, and why you never stayed at his place either. You didn’t want to burden him with your trauma, your nightmares, or being woken up by your screams. You didn’t want him to see you like that.

You did your best to keep your emotions in check but there were times you slipped up, your emotions getting the better of you.

You had been in the interrogation room with Fin when your outburst happened. With one concerned look from Fin, you quickly realized what happened. You had shouted at the suspect for answers — answers to why he did that to you. You excused yourself and raced to the bathroom to recuperate. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Olivia were watching through the one way glass. The pair shared a concern look before Joe volunteered to go check on you.

You quickly slipped in the door and over to the mirror above the sink. You wiped your eyes with some paper towels from the dispenser and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were a mess. Red, puffy eyes, a runny nose, shaky breaths and your hands had a slight tremble to them.

Mere seconds later the restroom door opened and shut. You didn’t even hear it, too focused on calming yourself down and making yourself look presentable again.

Joe stayed by the door, taking your reflection and watching as you splashed water on your face. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms but he knew that wasn’t the right thing for you at the moment. He didn’t know what caused your outburst in the interrogation room but your words played on loop in his head ever since you shouted them — “Why did you do this to me?!”

Joe could tell that whatever happened to you must have been similar to the victim of this case. He didn’t want to sneak up on you and scare you, make you think that you weren’t safe. It was this moment that Joe silently vowed to always protect you, to always keep you safe, and to always be there for you whenever you need him. He always cared for you and these feelings you shared for one another were as real and genuine as he had ever felt. It scared him most days but you always knew how to make him feel safe and at peace. He wanted to be that for you too.

With soft, slow steps, Joe made his way over to you. “Can I help?” He softly spoke, gesturing to the damp paper towel in your hand. He stopped to stand beside you but giving you enough space you didn’t feel crowded.

Joe’s voice grabbed your attention. Turning to look at him, you saw his gesture to the paper towel. You hesitated, pondering over if this was a good idea. Those awful flashbacks still banged around in your head, some so vivid you almost couldn’t distinguish between a flashback and reality. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process and exhaled slowly, opening your eyes. Finally you nodded and wordlessly passed Joe the paper towel. You weren’t sure if you could trust your voice just yet.

Joe gingerly patted your cheeks and under your eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell you whatever happened is over, that he won’t let it happen again but he chose to save those words for later. His top priority was helping you gather yourself, helping you get through this and providing you with a sense of tranquility and safety. He watched your reaction as he cautiously touched your cheek with damp paper towel. He noted how you tried not to shrink away from him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I saw you? The way I felt?” He asked, trying to help you get your mind off things.

You slowly brought your eyes up to his, shaking your head. Once your eyes met his, you felt a wave a comfort and security flow through your body. “Wh-what did you feel?” You whispered genuinely curious.

Joe smiled that radiant smile of his. You always thought it outshined the sun. Joe stopped dabbing your eyes and really looked you over. He knew you probably thought you were a mess but he thought you were beautiful, radiant even. He always had and always would. “I thought you were stunning. So confident. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than you. Now I know that it’s your vibe, your energy, your personality. I saw that passion and determination that drove you to become the most dedicated person I have ever met. It was right then I wanted to know you, really know you. What made you happy, angry, sad, your passions — everything you would tell me.” By this point, your eyes were watering and Joe’s hands were softly resting on your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs gingerly wiped away the fallen tears.

You were overwhelmed by Joe’s genuine words and his eyes had this love and warmth and admiration in them. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. Joe always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you smile. “You feel like home to me.” You confessed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to tell him.

Joe leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I want.” He felt your arms snake around his sides, pulling him closer to you. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Joe didn’t care if this sweet moment was taking place in the women’s restroom at the precinct, he just wanted to take care of you and he couldn’t care less about where you were.

You decided in that moment that you were going to tell Joe exactly what happened to you from years past. You knew it would be painful and difficult to do so but you trusted your man with your whole heart, soul, and body — with your life. You wanted him to know, if he could tell you about his past then you could tell him about yours. You stood by him and held him as he shared the deepest, rawest parts of himself and there was no doubt in your mind that he would do the same for you.

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[shady-tavern]

Drabble for the Tailors on Baker Street

@stargotheart asked for a part two for The Tailors on Baker Street an age ago and I finally got around to writing it! Small warning ahead for implied abuse and murder.

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Using your horrible ex-spouse's money for a good cause had only been logical and natural. There were many people in situations where they needed aid but didn't know where to go and you wanted to offer a space where they could get good counsel at the very least, if not outright a way out, be it bad relationships or debts.

You hadn't been alone in creating the charity house Daisy Chain, your friend Jane had been a massive help, as had been Julius and Milly. Their eyes had briefly lit up sunshine-gold when you had asked if you could use that particular name and you'd never forget the way they looked at you afterwards.

The way Milly had cupped your face ever so gently in her palms, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks and her smile as sweet as honey as she looked at you. Julius had taken your hand afterwards, touch soft and careful and he had lifted it to pressed a light kiss to your knuckles, gaze holding yours.

"Let us know if there is anyone who could use our particular kind of help," he had murmured, his soft lips brushing your skin and his gaze downright captivating, the color his eyes turning a dark, smoldering gold. "We'd love to take care of such cases."

You could admit to yourself then, as they had stood close to you, brimming with some kind of unnatural joy while still handling you with near intense softness, that you had started to fall in love with them. With these wonderful, strange and kind and lovely people who made you laugh until you were breathless, something you hadn't done for quite some time.

You did not care that their eyes held a golden shine, something human eyes should not have, that they sometimes whisked people into their backroom and you could never prove anything, but you had slowly pieced some things together by asking careful questions in the following days. Whenever they spoke with someone, at least a week or two later, a spouse or family member or acquaintance died.

It would have scared you in the past, before your marriage and it probably would scare others, but mostly you were...glad. That people who had no one else, who lived in darkness and fear as you had, as you still sometimes did when shadows in the shape of your deceased spouse followed at your heels, could turn to someone.

That someone would listen and do something when no one else would. If your fellow humans and the law and even faith was of no aid, there was someone else out there willing to offer a hand.

You loved them for that, too. A part of you loved Milly and Julius for caring, for seeing evil and destroying it. For extending warmth and safety to those who needed it.

That feeling of being safe around them had never disappeared either. To this day whenever you saw them, when you visited their shop or they dropped by your place in the evening, you still felt it. Warm and gentle and yet as steady and present as the sun and moon, as the tides that flowed around the world. They were safe and you were safe with them.

Tonight was the opening night for Daisy Chain and many of your former spouse's friends and acquaintances had shown up, commending you on your bravery in these trying times, as well as your altruistic, good heart.

Being widowed helped more than you had expected, though you weren't grieving at all, of course. It felt like people donated more out of pity than anything else, but you were willing to take what you could get. Especially if it ended up helping others.

Your downright decadent evening garb, made by Milly and Julius, seemed to get compliments from every single person that greeted you and even you could admit that you hadn't been dressed so finely even when your spouse had been alive. 

They had always wanted to look impeccable in the public eye and to be the envy of everyone who laid eyes upon them. Dressing you up like a decorative piece had just simply been part of that.

Milly and Julius on the other hand had hand-sewn you something so beautiful and fitting that just putting it on had given you more confidence. The second you had looked into the mirror, you felt as though you were looking at a fairy tale version of yourself. There was a shine to you that you had never seen before. 

Jane, your best friend who had been a steady source of support and cheer no matter what, had given you a very knowing grin when she had arrived with her beau. 

Milly and Julius had shown up a little while ago as well, mingling with the rich gentry, looking gorgeous and mysterious and they fit in seamlessly. Sometimes though you saw their smiles gain the faintest edge, their eyes tracking someone who you had heard unpleasant rumors about.

You regretfully didn't speak much with them, you were too busy socializing and they seemed to be doing their own little thing as well, but every so often your gazes met. Every time you felt your heart melt at the smiles they gave you. They looked proud and encouraging and so very lovely.

As the evening wound down, you found yourself glad to send your guests home, some more drunk than others. Jane was the one who ushering the last straggler out and into a waiting carriage. She waved at you with a grin and you waved back, mouthing a heartfelt 'thank you' at her.

She sketched a playful bow and mouthed 'always' back at you, before taking her beau's hand and letting him help her into their own carriage. She waved one last time as they drove away, looking tired but happy.

And then, finally, the stressful and yet very successful and exciting evening was over.

The only reason you heard Milly and Julius approach from behind was because they wanted you to hear them. Their steps still threading softer than a humans would and you knew from experience that they could walk utterly soundlessly. You looked over your shoulder at them, finding yourself relaxing fully.

"You did amazing work, darling," Milly said, voice quiet in the empty, large entrance hall and her eyes held a soft, warm golden shimmer in the candlelight. "You truly are beautiful inside and out."

"With a soul as bright as your spirit," Julius added. "Thank you, for honoring us with an invite. For letting us see you shine tonight."

This was another thing they did. They made you just a little speechless with the way they spoke with you, the easy-as-breathing compliments and sweet words and endearments. The way they looked at you. You hadn't had a desire to be close to someone in a romantic way after you had gotten married, but those two...

Within a year they had awoken many of your quiet, sweet little dreams about what love could be. You had buried those dreams upon your marriage and you had even thought them dead and gone until they had lifted your hopes back into the light.

You never wanted to marry again, but if it was them, if they would ever want you the way you had grown to want them, you'd be willing to offer up your heart one more time. To trust someone else with yourself, even if a part of you found the thought of such vulnerability quite terrifying.

"Tonight was quite the success," Milly said as she joined you by the window, the embroidery of her gorgeous dress shimmering in the candlelight. "Though you seem quite thoughtful now."

You might be biased, but in your opinion, she had been the most beautiful woman at the party tonight. She had easily charmed all other guests and no one had noticed her sharp gaze that missed nothing.

Julius joined her at your other side, elegant and tall and in your opinion, among all the other gentlemen, he had cut the most impressive figure. He had gotten everyone around him to relax, smiling and joking and casting him the occasional, admiring look.

You were the only one aware of the fact that people always said more than they meant to around both tailors. That they revealed things they hadn't meant to, especially when alcohol joined the mix. You had caught one or two startled faces as someone hastily excused themselves from a conversation or quickly changed the subject.

"You're just both on my mind," you answered honestly, allowing yourself to be a little daring, riding the feeling of relieved success that seemed to lend wings to your heart and soul. "Could you learn anything useful from anyone?"

"Oh, plenty," Julius reassured you with a charming smile, one that had enough of an earnest edge to let you know it wasn't one of those empty, charming smiles he offered to polite society. "Don't worry, we got everything we wanted and more."

"Even had we gained nothing, we would have greatly enjoyed ourselves," Milly added, drifting an elegant step closer to you, her decadent dress brushing a little up against you. "We came here for you after all, first and foremost."

While that was true, you were glad that they would be able to help more people going forward. It was strangely reassuring to know that dangerous, nasty folk in positions of powers had predators after them. That, even if the law didn't do anything or even protected them, someone would still come for them to stop them.

"We will always be there if you want us to be," Julius added, voice dropping to something quieter as he reached out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingertips warm and slightly calloused as they brushed your skin, causing a pleasant little shiver to travel down your back. "You have become quite dear to us."

"Very much so," Milly agreed and both of their gazes felt warm and heavy on you. "Which is why, if you are not too tired yet, we'd like to speak with you."

You were still riding the euphoric relief of a successful evening and while you knew the exhaustion would hit hard later, for now you felt wide awake.

"I have time," you reassured her, glancing between them curiously. "Is there something I can help you with?" You'd do everything you could to be of aid to them, that was for sure.

"This is no business talk," Milly said and grew more serious, her faintly golden eyes drawing you in with their intensity. "I want to say first that one word from you and we will never speak of this again, nor do we want you to feel like you have to say yes."

"No matter your answer, you will remain our cherished friend and you can always count on our aid," Julius added, just as solemn and serious and intense, his gaze capturing and holding yours when you glanced at him.

A thread of nervousness wove through your gut and around your heart, but it was far smaller than it would have been had anyone else approached you. Because Milly and Julius were safe. They might be dangerous for others, might be downright deadly, but they were protectors at heart.

Even now, as they stood close to you, that feeling of safety was there, the candlelight illuminating everything softly and warmly. It felt cozy and private and comfortable and it calmed every one of your anxieties. It soothed the part of your heart and soul that still carried deep bruises from your previous marriage. 

"Alright," you said, carefully lacing your fingers together to keep from fiddling with anything. 

You had no idea where this was going, but as you looked at them, at the way they watched you, a quiet hope you didn't dare voice began to rise within you. It unfolded weightless wings that seemed to fill your entire chest and before you knew it, you had taken a small step towards them.

They didn't miss that. Of course they didn't and you felt fingertips brush your hands and you easily unlaced your fingers to reach back. Hands that were quite different from each other, one slender and the other big, but both warm and calloused and they held yours as though it was made of spun glass.

"We never expected you to become such an integral a part of our lives when we met you," Milly said, voice growing softer and her smile was sweet and so very hopeful it made your breath catch and your heart flutter. "But the more we got to know you, the more you grew into the person you wanted to be, the more we enjoyed your company."

"We've both found ourselves looking forward to your visits, counting down the hours until we could close the shop and head over to your place," Julius said and when he reached out with his free hand, seemingly unable to help himself to cup your cheek, you couldn't help but lean your head a little into the touch.

His hand was warm and calloused and never anything but gentle and safe and he was solid and grounding.

"We talked at length about this," Milly said, her slender, strong fingers interlacing with yours in that same, gentle and safe manner and giving a little, reassuring squeeze. "If we should even say anything, if our affections wouldn't be entirely misplaced."

"They aren't," you whispered and your heart seemed to fill with so much bubbling hope you wouldn't have been surprised to see it spill out to stain your skin that same, beautiful golden glow that you saw in the eyes of your tailors.

"Then let us to be blunt," Julius said and his small smile was hopeful. "We found ourselves caring deeply for you and we hope that you might allow us to love you."

"We know you know we're not human," Milly added quietly. "But if you want us, we will gift you our hearts as surely as we gave them to each other. As you have welcomed us into your life, we'd welcome you into ours."

You didn't even have to think about the answer. Not when all your quiet yearnings and hopes and soft feelings and your longing for love wove into one big strand that tugged you towards them.

"You shall have my heart in return," you answered, your grip tightening on their hands. "For as long as you want me, it is yours."

"Forever then," Julius said quietly, smoothing his thumb over your cheek before he used the hand that cupped the side of your face to guide you a little closer. "Sweet one, let me steal a kiss."

You'd let him steal that and so much more if he wanted to. You closed your eyes and leaned up, his lips brushing yours with the same love and care he had shown you in all other regards.

"We'll take you out tomorrow," he whispered as he pulled back, he smelled faintly of champagne and something that reminded you of sunshine dancing on cool water, the sort of smell you wouldn't have found on a human partner. 

"We might have been planning a couple of possible dates," Milly added as he pulled back and you turned towards her. She was smiling so happily it filled your heart with even more joy in return. "We'd love to court you properly."

"You don't have to," you said as Julius' hand slipped away and she took a step forward, her slender, elegant hand settling on your other cheek. Her touch felt just as steady and grounding and safe.

"We value too much to not show our appreciation," she said, leaning in and you turned towards her like a flower to light and her soft lips brushed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth and you turned your head just enough to meet her next kiss.

She too smelled like champagne and sunshine on water and her kiss pressed a little deeper than her husbands and you allowed yourself to get lost in it, in her, until she pulled back.

"I might have some plans myself," you admitted, thinking of all the times you had daydreamed about asking them out and them saying yes. Of showing them beautiful gardens and hidden little spots in nature outside the city. Of inviting them to art galleries and theaters and festivals.

"We look forward to them," Julius said, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple, while his wife smiled and kissed your cheek again. "Will you let us take you home tonight?"

"Yes," you answered with a smile. Tonight and any other night. For as dangerous as you knew they were, for all that they weren't human, you knew their hands would be nothing but gentle and careful. 

You could put everything you were into their hold and know, down to the marrow of your bones, that you would be welcomed and treated with care. That they had grown to love you as much as you loved them and despite the shadows lingering, the bruises left on your mind and soul, you could entrust your heart to them as surely as they had offered theirs to you.

*.*.*

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[sophieinwonderland]

A new hate blog is on the scene: Meet @no-context-endogenics

The DNI is rich when your whole blog is dedicated to witch-hunting and calling out endogenic systems by name. But let's see if this blog is even living up to its own name.

Here's the first post on their blog:

First... literally have no idea what's wrong with this. But second... Let's take a quick look at the pinned of this system they targeted.

Literally a traumagenic system.

IN THE FIRST POST OF THIS BLOG!

To be fair, they did post to the endogenic tags, but a lot of pro-endo traumagenic systems do when users like this make them feel unsafe in traumagenic spaces.

Right... which is why you posted the previous traumagenic system on your no-context-endogenics blog that claims to be about posting endos! 🙄

Also, I can't tell... are you lumping in mixed origin systems with "endos" here? It seems like you are, because the blog has a tendency of posting mixed origin systems too when it claims to be posting endos, as well as ones that just don't state their origins. Because many mixed origin systems do, in fact, have a disorder and are very public about it.

For example...

Mixed origin, polyfragmented DID system.

(Also, runs some of the coolest and most important plural blogs on Tumblr.)

Another post on this blog, which I'm not including here, was from a 14-year-old polyfragmented c-DID system. That system didn't say if they were endogenic or traumagenic, but I think it's safe to assume that they were most likely at least partially traumagenic.

And no, I think systems that harm the community definitely deserve hate. People who are out there calling out systems, fakeclaiming them, implicitly fakeclaiming trauma, bullying, etc.

But systems who are just existing as endogenic... sorry... we aren't your scapegoat.

I generally try to be nice with these. At least relatively.

But I'm going to fail this time.

You. Are. Pathetic.

All of you.

Endogenic systems have NOTHING to do with why systems are fakeclaimed. Do you want to know why systems are fakeclaimed? It's because systems... are weird. We are. We're a step too far from the norm and the average neurotypical singlet can't comprehend multiple existing in the same body together.

That makes us easy targets. And we should be standing together. We should be supporting each other.

But people like you are only interested in tearing us down because you're too cowardly to put the blame for your fakeclaiming on the actual fakeclaimers.

You want to talk about ruining the community, but you fakeclaim other systems. You hurt other systems. Including traumagenic DID systems. Because you're miserable and you have to inflict your misery on others to make yourselves feel better.

Have you ever been to Fakedisordercringe?

Because let me tell you, the people who get fakeclaimed there aren't usually fakeclaimed for being endogenic. Yes, of course they're anti-endo. But many who are targeted are traumagenic DID systems and it has nothing to do with endogenics at all.

Although... I guess that also applies to the @no-context-endogenics too, doesn't it? I mean, out of every post there, I think this might be the only one that's actually purely endogenic. (Not mixed origins, unknown or explicitly traumagenic.) Most of the blog is just Fakedisordercringe-style posts targeted at trauamagenic DID systems.

Minor bodied? Minor bodied with over 200 headmates? Using the word "headmates?" OSDD-1b? Fictive heavy? Undertale fictives?

The cringe subreddits would gobble you all up in a heartbeat.

And you know what the most incredible part of this is???

You're supporting them!

You give them the moral justification they need. You support this ridiculous narrative that there are these groups who are causing DID to not be taken seriously by... existing... often, in the case of most endogenic systems, not even claiming to have a disorder in the first place. Just... being plural.

And you give the okay for these singlets to feel morally justified in attacking and fakeclaiming systems just like your own.

You are EVERYTHING wrong with the system community.

You're the reason systems fear expressing themselves online or in public. The reason fakeclaiming is so rampant. You contribute to this toxic environment of fear and paranoia in system spaces.

You're not defending the system community.

YOU ARE THE ONES RUINING THIS COMMUNITY!

You're just a bunch of cyberbullies.

And the same goes for anybody supporting you too.

(And before anybody takes issue with me posting this when two of the bullies acting as admins for the blog are minor-bodied, I'm just going to remind you again that another one of their posts which I didn't share here targeted a 14-year-old polyfragmented DID system, so I really don't care about the ages of the bullies in the slightest.)

#syscourse #pro endo #pro endogenic #system discourse #bullying #ableism #cyber bullying #endogenic #fakeclaiming #systems #system #sysblr

[hebuiltfive]

Thundertober Day Three: Armour

I always seem to be putting Scott in most of the emotional spirals. Sorry, Scott fans. On the plus side, the next two after this are also Scott centric, so win-win?

AO3 here Days: One ~ Two

Warnings for: no real warnings this time, just Scott being a little depressed. Everyone has a mask that they put on like armour to hide themselves from the world. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Tropical breeze blew through unkempt locks. He had quite taken to hiking recently. He wondered if the others had noticed… No, of course they had noticed. Virgil’s worried glances, Gordon’s offers of company, John’s calls that came the moment Scott had made it to the top. They could all sense something was wrong, but they all had the respect of leaving Scott alone to decide if and when to inform them.

They all trusted that he would.

The thing with falling was that it was a lot like flying. Scott figured that was probably why he allowed himself to plummet so far before picking himself back up. The perception was deceptive; whenever he fell, it often felt like there was a warm embrace awaiting him at the end. After so many descents, he knew there was nothing but a soul-crushing oblivion at rock bottom, but Scott accepted the fall every goddamn time because, in these specific moments, when the fall was already underway, he genuinely believed he deserved it.

These moments of self-destruction were never random. They always had a trigger. This time, it was from (what Scott would have called) a failed rescue.

John had been trying to convince him otherwise on the entire journey home, but Scott hadn’t listened.

Yes, his space brother had a point in claiming that no-one had perished in the disaster, but that didn’t equate a success. Not in his eyes.

They had managed to save everyone, but Scott had been stubborn and there had been subsequent costs.

“We’ve got to get these people out now, Virg.”

“Scott, if we move too fast, the whole thing is at risk of collapsing. This is the safer—”

“If we don’t act now, safer won’t matter because there won’t be anyone in there left to save!”

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the memory of that moment came back to him in vivid colours and sounds. He’d never be free of that mistake, just like he’d never be free of any of the other mistakes he’d made.

No-one died, but Scott had still managed to fuck it up.

He pretended to be okay for the journey home, listening and nodding away as John tried valiantly to reassure him that all was not lost. Scott didn’t believe a word of it, but John didn’t need to know that. He had placed the mask on, hoping his brothers wouldn’t be able to see through it.

The reason he had hiked up to the summit was so he didn’t have to keep pretending.

Here, he could let that shield down for a while.

Here, with only the sky and sea to view for miles and miles, Scott could allow himself to be himself.

If Scott were ever asked where this defence had come from, or when it had developed, he wouldn’t have been able to give a straightforward answer. Perhaps he’d always had this guard up, or perhaps he’d built it up in the months following Dad’s disappearance.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t care.

Scott was glad for the mask. It meant no-one else worried. It meant that he could stay safe and, so long as the armour remained up, he could not only protect himself from the world but also those around him from himself too.

He didn’t want to see Virgil’s worried eyes scanning over him every five seconds. He didn’t want Gordon to constantly feel like he needed to be around him just in case. He didn’t want John constantly checking up on him.

His brothers weren’t his babysitters, and as much as he personally hated it, he hated the idea of being a burden to them more.

The armour was beautiful at keeping his true feelings and thoughts hidden, so everyone could go on as normal, but that only worked when everyone believed the wall of lies that Scott had built up. Whilst he had hoped his brothers hadn’t seen through his armour, from their concern showed earlier it was clear that they had. Again, Scott blamed himself for that. Maybe the mask wasn’t good enough this time.

Maybe, because he didn’t believe it, no-one else would.

He berated himself.

There were whispered curses under his breath as seagulls cried overhead.

Had to do better.

Had to be better.

Scott slumped against one of the rocks, unconcerned over the uncomfortableness of the jagged ground beneath him. He pulled his knees up to his chest, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks.

At least for now, alone on that peak, he could let the armour fall.

#thundertober 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go

[agent-barnes40]

Can't Catch Me Now

Part 1 here

13th Doctor x Reader (platonic on Reader's side, romantic by the Doctor)

Dhawan!Master x reader (Romantic)

Follows right behind where Part One left off

Follows the trope of The Master not realizing humans need time to heal, pining from the Doctor, Reader gets choked off screen by The Master

Yeah, theres going to be a part three

3,034 Words

You were covered in cuts, bruises, road rash and you were pretty sure you had a concussion but you still stood by his side. You were back in current time and you looked beaten up. The Master had dropped you off where the Kasaavin were going to start downloading into people, he gave you the warning to not touch anything smart. You stood by Barton's mother's body, as Ryan, Yaz and Graham came running in.

"She's dead, don't worry about her and do not touch the tablet." You ordered, a death grip on the chair as you wobbled slightly.

Yaz looked at you and then the tablet. "What happens if we touch the tablet?"

"When the Master and Barton give the word, the Kasaavin will start to download into your bodies, rewriting everything about you and using you as a hard drive. Master warned me already, in case I wanted to call him." You said, looking at them.

"You look really really rough, what happened to ya?" Graham asked and you let out a soft laugh.

"That would be The Doctor's work. Of course, she gives everyone hope wherever she goes. So Ada Lovelace shot The Master and then threw a grenade as I tried to keep him safe. You all saw me getting tossed out of the car too, and the Kasaavin taking me." You rattled off, recounting everything before sitting down on the ground, resting your head on your hands.

"What made you turn against us, anyway?" Ryan asked, and you let out a sigh.

"Haven't you ever wondered if there's more then what she showed us? I never turned against you guys or her, its just he gave me more. He showed me more. I didn't know he was The Master until he called me in a panic after she shot us into space to find her TARDIS. He came to see me, of course that was after the spider issue with your mum, Yaz. He told me the truth, he bared everything to me. He told me how The Doctor left him and and that was it. I felt for him, I still do. I just need a break after today. I've been shot at, tossed out of a car, teleported against my will twice, had a grenade tossed at me." You turned to look at them and you noticed the screen on the tablet had lit up and pinged.

Yaz leaned over and looked at it. "Humanity is over. You have three minutes to prepare." She turned and looked at you and you nodded.

"Welcome to the end of Earth. Really wish I stayed out of this plan." You said, starting to get up. You felt better now and barely wobbled although everything started to blur. You moved to push Yaz away from the tablet even more and you barely stepped before you had dropped to the ground

The Kasaavin started to appear as both the Doctor and Master showed up, and the first one to notice Yaz wrapped around your body was The Doctor. She ran and stopped by your body, shooting a look over to the startled Master. "This is what happens when you don't take care of humans, they end up unconscious on the floor, bleeding!"

Ada and Koor watched as The Doctor sonic'd your body and read the readings the machine gave her and she rolled your body over. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry he pushed you this far. How long have they been out?"

"A little while, they acted weird before dropping." Yaz said, focused on The Master being taken away by the Kasaavin. The Master was panicking and trying to convince the Kasaavin that The Doctor had edited the audio before they surrounded him and he was gone.

The Doctor picked you up and headed for The Master's TARDIS, dreading even bringing you back to that machine again, but noticed how the machine brightened up with you inside it and it was like you recognized the machine more than her.

"Koschei?" Your voice mumbled as The Doctor lied you down on the couch as The Master's TARDIS worked on bringing The Doctor the things you needed. Koor and Ada had followed, watching as the machine and The Doctor worked together to get you fully awake.

"Its me, The Doctor. I'm sorry, the Kasaavin took him away, you are in my care for now." The Doctor said, spraying your hands to clean out the road burn you had. "Can you tell me about our first adventure?"

"I watched you land in the train, and I immediately ran over to you. You looked like an old friend I had missed. I didn't even care about the fact Tzim Sha was probably going to kill us, I just wanted to help you." You had drifted off again, head dropping to the arm of the couch again.

The Doctor worked on keeping you focused each time you woke up and the final time, before you had finally woke up fully, you were settled in The Doctor's room in her TARDIS. Everything was somewhat back to normal even after the last couple of days being filled with betrayal and deception.

~

You were sat on the steps, in one of The Master's hoodies, while the Fam and Doctor stared at you. The Doctor held no anger toward you, she loved you to much to blame you, while Yazmin, Graham, and Ryan held anger.

"Why him? There must've been red flags." Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"He's perfect in a human sense, he didn't kill anyone until I was brought into the plan. I didn't know about Vox until C was killed, Kos- The Master made sure I didn't. I wasn't there when he killed C. I was in his TARDIS, finishing up the preparations for my part of the plan." You didn't fully try to defend The Master or yourself, letting them know everything.

"When did he fully reveal everything?" Ryan asked and you smiled softly.

"We had a date, and he told me that he was just like The Doctor. He had two hearts, could regenerate into a female. Came from the planet Gallifrey, he sat me down and had said that The Doctor isn't all who she said she was and that I could get a second opinion with him, as I did with him before. We had nightly calls. Of course many of them I fell asleep with him on the phone. He's nice, at least, he is to me." You said, eyes flickering to The Doctor with that last sentence.

She smiled at you. "He can be nice, he was for years. I'm glad he's nice to you."

Graham's face scrunched for a moment. "Wait, how do we know this isn't another trick of his?"

Your face scrunched up and you got up, pointing at Graham. "You think that I can't act like this? That I can't think for myself? That he forced me to be like this?"

The Doctor immediately sent a pointed looked toward you. "You picked up on his anger with how much he's been in your head, love. He's rubbed off on you."

You pulled your arm back and looked down. "I love him, I... I can't fully explain how I feel for him. I won't forgive what he did but I can explain why."

Yazmin scoffed and tossed her arms into the air. "So love fixes all?"

You took a deep breath and looked at Yazmin. "You'd all forgive The Doctor in a heartbeat if she did something like this, and she has. I'm sorry Doctor, he told me what I needed to hear. We won't always stay safe with her, one of us is going to die in the future."

Ryan looked at you. "So you believe everything The Master has ever said to you?"

You nodded, settling back down on the step. Your hand rubbed your face, a mimicked movement of comfort you picked up from The Master. "Time Lords can read and manipulate minds, yes. I have a link with The Master, he can hear my thoughts and he can project his into my brain and I'll hear him. I was talking to him the entire time on the plane. He can hear when I'm in danger."

"So he's listening to us right now?" Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"Ever since the Kasaavin took him, I haven't heard from him. I'll let The Doctor know if I hear him but I doubt it. He doesn't have an Ada or that weird teleportation Yazmin got." You replied, a hand reaching up to rub your head, a headache starting to form and you tried to hide the hope on your face.

"Are you lying?" Yazmin asked, looking into your eyes.

"Would you like me to be? To blame everything on me? Because you can and I won't blame you, but his actions are his and mine are mine." You said, standing up and starting to pace.

The Doctor finally looked at you, something had been bugging her. "Why did you feel the need to get a second opinion about me?"

You stilled, turning to look at her. "I don't know, my gut."

The Doctor tried to hide the pain on her face and you grabbed her hand. "I want you to know, I had no clue he was going to put you in the Kassavin's dimension. I still don't know why I was brought there either."

The Time Lord finally looked away, taking in a deep breath. "I thought you being away from him would break whatever he had in your head. There's nothing except that link tying you to him."

You tightened your grip on her hand. "If it will make everyone feel better, why don't I block the link? He taught me how."

'Don't even think about it!'

You took in a gasping breath and The Doctor moved to sit you down. "I'm gonna block him for you, love, okay?"

"I just got him back, please." You looked into her eyes, your own trying to project the fear you had of not hearing The Master ever again, he had become such a prominent force in your thoughts that it almost felt wrong.

"I'm sorry, It'll just be a second." The Doctor put her hands on your temples and started to block The Master. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the instinct to fight back, you had suggested it after all.

~

It had been a few months since The Doctor placed the the block and you were back to how you were before The Master's return. You missed him, of course, but you weren't exploding in anger much anymore and The Doctor approved. She had been clingy since everything had happened. You let her lead you around everywhere by her hand, you assumed it was from her needing to see you safe, you had been the most injured.

Yaz, Graham, and Ryan had finally started to trust you again, although any time you snapped, it was assumed The Master had broken into your mind. You didn't mind though, it was sometimes nice to be left alone in those instances. Of course, a hiccup had to happen.

Judoon had started to hunt down The Doctor and Ruth and you were stuck on a ship with Jack Harkness who brightened at seeing you. "Hey! Its you!"

"I've never met you in my life." You immediately said, as Jack went back to pressing buttons on the machine. "There's a message for The Doctor that she needs to know. There's a lone Cyberman and she can't give it what it wants."

You immediately logged it in your brain, you and Yaz nodding in sync. Jack worked on inputting codes into this vortex manipulator. "And for you," He pointed toward you, "Don't fall for his tricks."

You had a confused look on your face, before you were dropped off in Gloucester. You didn't have time to think before you started to look for The Doctor. What you did catch was a glimpse of a purple sleeve and a waving hand and you took off. You ignored Graham yelling for you, and Yaz and Ryan groaning. "Should we follow them?"

"Leave them, if the Judoon get them, let them deal with it." It was said with sarcasm but Ryan did get looked at funnily by Graham and Yaz.

You stopped before a door, your mind ringing and screaming for you to open it, you opened it and your body relaxed immediately, the whirring and groaning of The Master's TARDIS was a welcome sound. You closed the door behind you and smiled. "Hi girl. What's goin on without me?"

You barely heard the Time Lord coming up behind you and the fingers digging into your temples, you fought the touch, instinctively. You tried to fight whoever was touching you and then you were asleep.

~

You woke up on the ground in Gloucester, the familiar feeling of The Master had returned and you heard the rushing footsteps of someone rushing up on you. "Was this the Judoon?"

You recognized the voice of The Doctor anywhere and you shook your head. "I tripped, might've hit my head."

You opened your eyes, meeting the concerned look The Doctor was giving. "Tripping doesn't give you choke marks, love."

'Oh so she's calling you love now, my name for you.'

Your face scrunched up in the overload of information. "I don't know."

"Just.. give me a moment." You mumbled scrunching your hands closed, trying to think if The Master would even choke you.

'I wouldn't sweetling, and you know it.'

'Then why do I have a feeling you did?'

'To give you a good cover story, lovely.'

You groaned out loud and you rolled over to get up. You knew immediately you were playing another game with him, another plan had needed you again. The Doctor watched you and helped you up, scanning your body with the sonic as you turned around to look at where the TARDIS door was and your heart dropped to see the door gone. "What'cha looking for?"

"Nothin'. Just felt like there was someone there." You said and The Doctor's eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, there's something going on with you. Lets get you to the TARDIS, she'll help keep you safe." The Doctor said, eyeing where you were staring as she led you to The TARDIS.

You had been curled up on The TARDIS steps, staring off at the console for a few minutes, trying to regain the lost moments.

'Its not going to work, poppet.'

'I know! I know!'

You felt someone sit down next to you and it was Graham. He handed you a glass of water and you smiled softly. "I wont tell. Just tell me who choked you."

You looked over at him and you took a deep breath. "I think it was the-"

'No, No, you don't get to spoil my return pet.'

Graham watched as you closed your mouth and sigh. "It was him wasn't it?"

You shrugged, you pointed to your head. "Not allowed to say."

"Come on, we can get The Doc to place another block." Graham wrapped a hand around your wrist, getting ready to pull you up with him.

"That's not the part I'm worried about, Graham. What if next time whoever did this, hurts me even worse? I could've had damaged vocal cords. What's next getting shot? Stabbed?" You aired your concerns, and Graham kept pulling you up and then into a hug. You held onto him for a minute before pulling away, feeling a sharp pain in your head.

~

The Master very angrily stared down at his console, kicking at its base. "Can't believe you let them in! I know you like them so much but they could've ruined everything and brought The Doctor running in!"

He was trying to keep the rage to a calm level, he had lured you in. He deliberately waved and landed there to get you all worked up, trying to get back to him. The console started to beep and an alarm went off, alerting him. Something was wrong with you, was it from him choking you? Did he damage something vital?

~

You had been dragged to The Doctor, Graham practically demanding another block be placed in your mind as you held your head. You couldn't understand much as the pain started to spike, this was worse than any headache you've had. You barely noticed getting scooped up into The Doctor's arms, her sleeves being crumpled under your weight in her arms as you whined. "It hurts."

"What did he do to you? I knew he was back, I knew he had done something to you. I knew it. Why didn't my scans notice anything?" The Doctor was rambling and when the two of you got to the med bay, she was ripping her jacket off and tossing it onto the floor.

She was running on autopilot, shouting up to the ceiling to hurry the TARDIS up. The machine was running her own tests, feeling the fear spiking in her driver. It was like the world had stopped when you went quiet, her head turning to look at you and you were sitting up. "Is everything okay, Doc?"

You hadn't called her Doc since The Master revealed himself and she took a minute to breathe and the tests had started to pop up on the screens she had in the med bay. "Yeah, everything's okay, love. You had a really bad headache."

The scans indicated nothing had happened, it was like you weren't even in pain at all. You looked over at her with a smile on your face. "Damn, must've been bad if you took off your coat."

The Doctor shook her head and sent a smile your way. "If you wanted my coat off so badly, you didn't have to get a sudden onset migraine."

You laughed and hopped off the bed, wobbling softly as your brain felt like it had moved. The Doctor came rushing over and held you up. "Don't need you smacking your head twice in one day."

#Doctor Who x reader #Dhawan!Master x reader #13th Doctor x Reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

[recklesslycaffeinated]

Thank you for answering my last question! I have one more curious question; What if the mc was also a prisoner? Maybe she was framed for a murder and is completely innocent, just wrong place wrong time? And maybe the prison had to temporarily allow for mixed genders now due to the all female prison being overloaded? I don't know haha! Thank you again!

First up, I’m so sorry this has taken me so long! A combination of wanting to do this justice, but also not seeing it for the first few weeks. Tumblr is seriously bad at alerting me to messages!

Don would have played a big part in her defensive in court. Though he’s a prosecution lawyer, he wouldn’t have hesitated to cross the aisle to help her. So if the whole situation wasn’t bad enough, Reader now also has the guilt of seeing Don’s disillusionment with the law. After all, everyone who knows her knows she’s innocent. And now Don has to experience a corrupt prosecution up close.

She ends up in C Block where Red is. Not the same cell or even the same floor. There is still some effort to separate the prisoners. But all common spaces are joint now.

Red

Red was going to take a liking to Reader no matter. BUT let’s be clear, the reason Red is currently head over heels for Reader is because he can’t be physical with her and there’s a divide between them. It’s forcing him to view romantic interest in a different way.

In this new world, he’s more handsy, far flirtier and a hell of a lot more protective. He’d be enamoured, but after his normal campaign, he’d grow bored with the romance option. That’s just fine by Reader, who frankly is already going through enough to even consider starting a relationship.

However, Reader would become incredibly important to him (though he’s not sure why) and someone he must protect no matter what, like Edge and Sig. She would fall into the ‘family’ category in his head, for as long as they were in the prison. Maybe once they were out and free, he’d be able to see her again in a new light.

But for sure, from the moment they meet, Reader will have her own personal bodyguard, supplier of illegal prison goods, constant shadow, and wing man. Initially, this would be terrifying. But after a few months of it, once she realises no matter how outrageous a flirt he is, he’s not going to hurt her, she’ll be eternally grateful to him for everything he’s done for her.

Sans

Sans wants to get a bit of fresh air for once and goes out to the exercise yard. He sees Reader through the fence, with the other prisoners of C Block. Initially, he merely registers her existence and nothing more. He finds out who she is and whether she’s important or useful. She’s not, so he basically forgets about her for a while.

Until he’s reading newspapers and discovers her case. Now, for Sans to care, it must be Monster related. So, let’s say the crime she was convicted of was the murder of a Monster. Now she’s on Sans’s radar. The next time he sees her, he uses his Soul vision on her and…

And sees a Soul he’s almost instantly smitten with. She’s not a murderer, she’s an innocent. Sans can’t forgive the destruction of an innocent Soul, whether it be Human or Monster. Only the guilty should suffer.

Sans doesn’t have to work hard to speak to her. She loves books too, so she’s in the library whenever she can be. It’s one of the few times she’s free of Red, as he’s banned from the library after writing in the books and tearing out pages to wind up the librarian (cannon in my fic too, by the way).

Sans becomes Reader’s next best friend at the prison. Sans is calm and funny. Grumpy, but he feels safe. Safer than Red, definitely. Reader would be quicker to let Sans closer, they’re touching more than Reader would ever have initially allowed Red to touch her. As in my fic, Sans realizes his love slowly but completely. In fact, it’s easier when he can play the role of protector and mentor.

Now, all Sans has to do is figure out how to get her moved to B Block and away from Red…

Skull

Things are not going well for Skull. More and more medical staff refuse to treat him, or feed him. Errors are made with his magic suppressant medication because, frankly, keep a dangerous animal locked up for so long, people forget how dangerous they are.

Skull breaks out of his cell and goes on a wee bit of a rampage.

In fact, he gets so far as to run into the prison population. Monsters are mostly ignored, and humans are slaughtered. Suddenly, he sees Reader. Of all the skeletons, Skull is the one who really did experience love at first sight and it's true here too.

Reader, however, has just seen him tear someone’s arm off. So she’s not super thrilled to make his acquaintance. She’s as far back in the corner of the room as she can go, huddled up proactively, shaking, praying the guards are on their way.

He steps over slowly, scared that she’ll run away. It doesn’t really occur to him that being covered in blood is perhaps off-putting.

He kneels near her, watching her Soul panic and wanting to help. He reaches out, carefully, and slowly strokes her head. Shh. Shh. Shh.

That’s how the prison guards find them. The security footage can’t be argued with. In the middle of an uncontrolled blind rage, Skull stopped everything to sit with the Reader and stroke her head.

And… well… guess who’s just become Skull’s new caretaker?

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[nicksbestie]

Could you do a sturniolo one (doesn't matter which triplet!) with age regression? I think they would be the sweetest caregivers 🥺

Lovely - N. Sturniolo

Summary : Being your best friend comes with a lot of love and trust, and Nick is honored to get to see the full extent of that <3

Warnings : None!!

Word Count : 1576

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Reader (platonic), Matt Sturniolo/reader (romantic)

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

You were so close with all three of the triplets. They were your best friends, and they had been for a really long time. You had all grown up incredibly close to each other, and had started your online careers within a similar span of time, and that had only brought you closer. The four of you lived together in Los Angeles, and it was often that you would be at the same events together, since you were in the same general circles. You created content together once every little while, and it always did very well, since not only did you both have large audiences, it wasn’t an awkward collaboration that was solely for the views. You did content together because you genuinely loved spending time with each other.

As you had grown into your teenage and adult years, you had developed a thing for Matt, and after a long while of pining, it turned out that Matt had the same feelings for you. After a lot of conversation, Matt had taken you out, and the rest was history, explaining why you were now curled up in his bed, waiting for him to come back home. Even though you all lived together, you still had a separate room, both for just-in-case scenarios, and to make sure that you both had your space if it was ever needed. The both of you also owned a lot of stuff, and it was easier to split them in two different rooms instead of trying to combine them. You were often found in Matt’s room more than your own. 

Along with taking on the role of your boyfriend, Matt had also taken on the role of being your caregiver without a hitch. He had never once acted anything short of overjoyed to be trusted with such a thing, despite being slightly confused during the original conversation. However, he had taken it in stride, and you felt so loved every time that you got to spend that kind of time with him. He was endlessly supportive, and he never felt anything less than love for you. You had wanted to keep it under wraps for a while, and you had, but there had been a day that Matt had slept in when they were supposed to be filming, and Nick had barged into the room, waking Matt, and by default, you, up. 

There weren’t many other ways to explain the way you’d burst into tears, clinging to Matt and begging him not to leave, but luckily, Nick had been just as supportive and understanding as Matt had been. Nick had become the person you trusted almost as much as Matt, given that now he knew one of your biggest secrets, but he had never been anything other than loving about it. You were about a year younger than the triplets, so with Nick being the oldest, he had always been protective over you, and now that had doubled. He wasn’t overbearing, but you could definitely tell that he was watching out for you more than he had before, and you appreciated it more than he knew. Nick had been the person that had been there for you when Matt couldn’t be, and you were so endlessly grateful for the both of them. 

Scrolling through your Pinterest boards, there were, of course, a ton of pictures of Matt, and some of them were so soft and cute. Staring at the photos combined with the littlespace icons underneath a lot of them, you started to really miss him. You were used to him being gone for a little bit, but it seemed to be hitting you a little harder today. Matt had gone back to Boston for the weekend, being a little homesick, and since they had pre-filmed videos, the other two boys stayed in Los Angeles and let Matt head home for a little while. This wasn’t the first time that he had been gone for the weekend, or even longer, but part of this was being caused by the fact that you didn’t sleep great last night, so you were tired, and therefore more sensitive. 

You tried to stop the tears that were forming, reassuring yourself by reminding your mind that he would be home later that evening, but you were falling into the point that you couldn’t really rationalize yourself out of. You really wanted to call your boyfriend, but you didn’t want to bother him while he was having time with his family. So, you tried to keep it to yourself, but as the crying increased, it wasn’t long until someone heard. Luckily, the person who heard was Nick, knowing that Chris was probably in his own world somewhere else in the house. Your phone pinged with a text from Nick, and you wiped away the tears to check what it said. 

Nick!! : hey, u okay?

Seeing the text only made you cry harder, and you knew there was no way he hadn’t heard it. Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard footsteps and a soft knock on the closed door.

“Can I come in?” 

Nick had always been incredibly kind to you, and he was always there when you needed him. You were so endlessly grateful for him being there, and you called out a soft “yes” to let him know he was allowed in. He walked in, and the second his eyes processed what was going on, he immediately sat down next to you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” 

Crying into his shirt, you weren’t incredibly good at forming words, and because you were slipping into headspace, that didn’t help either. Nick seemed to understand, simply holding you and letting you cry. After a couple of minutes, he picked out a couple of words. 

“Miss him.”

The sadness on his face increased as he understood what you were saying. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry. He’ll be home tonight! I know he misses you too, darling.” 

The pet names and the gentle tone only pushed you further into your littlespace, crying your heart out as Nick gently comforted you, speaking soft comforts as he waited for your crying to cease. It was about noon by this point, and he had a hunch that you hadn’t eaten anything yet. Chris had left about thirty minutes ago, going to hang out with some friends, so he felt sure that it would be okay to get you something to eat. 

“I know, love. I know it’s hard. Why don’t we go get something to eat, and then we’re going to get all comfy and call him!” 

Reassured by the idea of talking to your daddy, you let Nick gently lead you downstairs, tucking you in on the couch, putting on a show to help distract your mind a little bit. He got you some food and some juice in a small cup with a straw, and sat down next to you, hugging you close to his body. He made sure that you had enough room to eat, but still didn’t feel alone. After you had finished your food, he let you gently curl up into him. He pulled up Matt’s contact, sending him a quick text to gauge if he was busy. Matt replied within minutes, letting him know that he wasn’t, and asking if everything was okay. Nick immediately FaceTimed him, and Matt picked up instantly, a concerned look on his face, and it only grew when he saw the tear tracks on your face.

“Somebody’s really struggling with missing their daddy this morning.” 

Your face, despite being littered with tears, lit up at the sight of Matt’s face on the other side of the screen, a smile breaking out. Matt mirrored your smile, a slightly sad look in his eyes. 

“I miss you too, sweetheart. I’ll be home so soon!” 

You nodded, staying close to Nick, smiling and waving at your daddy. He smiled, waving right back. He directed his next question at Nick, noticing that you didn’t seem to want to speak very much. 

“Have they eaten anything?” 

Nick nodded. 

“Yes. I got them some food right before we called you, and they’re still finishing their juice that I poured.” 

Matt smiled, blowing a kiss into the screen at you, watching you smile and pretend to catch it.

“Good. Thank you.” 

“Of course, you know I love them just as much.” 

Behind the phone, Matt was changing his flights to being hours earlier, suddenly desperate to be back in Los Angeles. He couldn’t help the smile on his face, seeing you happily curled up with Nick, juice in hand, show playing, and him being on the screen. After a couple of minutes of soft chatting, both Matt and Nick noticed the big yawn you let out. 

“Aww, is it naptime, baby?” 

Too tired to argue it, you nodded into Nick’s chest, already half asleep. Nick gently took the juice out of your hands, lifting you onto him, letting you hold the phone. 

“Alright, honey, let’s go take a nap. Tell daddy bye bye!” 

Whispering a soft goodbye to Matt, you curled up in Nick’s arms, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I’ll see you later, angel, I’ll be home sooner than you think!” 

Hanging up, Nick smiled at the text that immediately came in from Matt, telling him that Matt would be home within the next couple of hours. He knew you’d be okay.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [Euphoria Ending]

ー The scene starts inside a mysterious chamber

Yui: Uu...Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Huh...? I’m alive...? )

( I don’t...seem to be hurt either. I could have sworn we fell down that cliff though... )

*Rustle*

Laito: Nn...

Yui: Laito-kun!

Laito: Eh? ...How...? We’re both...alive?

Yui: Seems like it. I wonder where we are...?

( Eh!? These people laying on the floor around us... )

Laito: Ayato-kun! Kanato-kun!

Yui: The others as well! Don’t tell me!?

Laito: ...Don’t worry. They’re wounded and unconscious, but everyone’s alive.

Yui: Thank God...

Laito: They’ve only sustained some light injuries...I doubt we would have had the same outcome if it turned into a real fight to the death.

I guess there was someone at the manor...who really pulled through to avoid that...

Yui: I’m sure that was the case. I truly am glad everyone’s safe...

Laito: Since everyone’s here, I guess we made it out of there?

Or are we still locked inside that hellish place? 

Karlheinz: ...This is my castle. The experiment has come to an end.

Yui: ( !? This voice...! )

ー Karlheinz approaches them

Yui: Karlheinz-san...?

Laito: ...Why are you here?

Karlheinz: I just told you. This is my castle. You successfully found a way out of that cage. (1)

Laito: Heeh, judging from that statement...You were the mastermind behind all of it, weren’t you?

I wonder why I didn’t realize sooner? You’re pretty much the only person in the world who could pull something so over-the-top.

Yui: Is that true? Putting us through a battle royale inside that confined world...Karlheinz-san, are you responsible for all of that?

Karlheinz: It was not me.

Yui: Eh...?

Karlheinz: It was a close friend of mine who created said space. Apparently he was conducting an experiment of his own behind my back.

Laito: A friend? I didn’t think there’d be anyone crazy enough in this world to become friends with you.

Yui: L-Laito-kun...!

Karlheinz: ...I have to admit, in all my years of living, he might be the only person I can consider a friend.

My friend had doubts about Adam and Eve. He was unsure whether or not they were actually fit to inherit my powers.

He crafted said miniature world to be the judge of that himself.

To test whether the bonds and love you have built up would prevail...In other words, would the two of you be united once more even without remembering anything?

So he observed our behavior to see how we would fare?

Yui: Test, you say? ...We aren’t guinea pigs! Does he have any idea how much everyone suffered...?

Karlheinz: It would seem that is the case. However, apparently not even my friend could predict that the two of you would jump from that cliff.

He seemed terribly shaken up by it, but this yet another manifestation of true love.

He acknowledged this, so I had him put an end to his experiment. He has taken his leave now.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I’ll do as I want. I’ll protect those dear to me through my own strengths and forge my own path.”

“Don’t worry. No need to worry. I won’t let anyone come between us. ...Not even that guy.”

Karlheinz: ...Laito. You are finally ready to receive my powers.

You have most definitely grown to be a suitable Adam.

Laito: I don’t remember ever becoming Adam though? 

Karlheinz: You fought over Eve inside that cage, did you not? And you captured her heart.

The Supreme Overlord is but another name for Adam. The sole person who is qualified to stand by Eve’s side. That is what it stood for.

Your sheer determination to want to live together. In other words, true love. ...I witnessed it with my very own eyes.

You are without a doubt Adam. I shall entrust my powers...to you.

Yui: Wha...!?

( By inheriting his powers, will he have to succeed Karlheinz-san...? )

( Does that mean Laito-kun will become King and govern over the Vampire clan? )

Laito: Your powers, huh...?

Karlheinz: Well then, Adam. Accept these.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: ...I hate to break it to you, butーー

We’re already dead.

Yui: ( Eh...? )

Laito: As you should be aware, we jumped from that cliff and died.

So Adam and Eve no longer exist. Could you please let our souls rest in peace?

You no longer have any control over us.

Yui: ( He’s looking Karlheinz-san straight in the eyes... )

Karlheinz: I see...

If that is your decision, I shall watch over you for the time being.

ー Karlheinz leaves

Yui: ( He backed off...Even though he could have very well forced his powers upon him without giving him the chance to have his say about it. )

( Laito-kun’s words must have reached himーー )

Laito: Geez, that guy really doesn’t have a shred of delicacy, does he? Peeping on us this whole time.

But...We escaped death, didn’t we? 

Yui: Yeah, we’re still alive, even though we were prepared to die...

No, I believe we were kept alive.

Laito: Seems like it. I guess we can’t die just yet. Oh well, I guess that’s fine.

It honestly doesn’t feel bad to have been able to go against that guy’s will. Besidesーー

*Rustle*

Laito: I’m genuinely happy that I can still hold you in my arms like this.

Yui: ...Yeah! Me too...

Laito: Hey, Yui-chan. Will you spend the life you were given with me?

Yui: Of course!

Laito: Yeah...It’s a promise, okay?

Monologue

And it came to an end,

our lives inside that tiny world.

Even though the others were somewhat hesitant at first,

they returned to their previous lives regardless.

A trial for Adam and Eve,

in which the Supreme Overlord...Adam, is chosen. 

I believe that such an event,

will never take place again.

I mean, Laito-kun made himself more than clear.

To his Father,

without a single moment of hesitationーー

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom at the Sakamaki Manor

Yui: ( Uu, I overslept...I could have sworn I set an alarm so why didn’t it go off? )

( Nevermind, getting changed comes first now. I’ll be late for my date with Laito-kun! )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Uhm, where’s my blouse...? )

Laito: Ran into some trouble?

Yui: Hyaah!

Laito: Oh come on, Bitch-chan! Making such a noise. Did it feel good, perhaps?

Yui: W-Why are you in my room!?

Laito: Because you just wouldn’t meet me downstairs even though it’s almost time to leave the house.

I came to check up on you because I figured you had overslept but...Seems like I arrived right on time~

Now that I’m here anyway, how about I help you get dressed?

Yui: N-No need! I can do it myself.

Laito: Don’t be modest. I promise that I’ll put them on properly.

Let me see, we should start with the blouse, right? Come on, put your arms through the sleeves. I’ll button it up as well.

Yui: Kyah! Wait...Where are you touching...? It tickles!

Laito: I’m only helping you get dressed? Don’t you think it’s your fault for being so sensitive?

Yui: ( He’s definitely doing it on purpose! )

Laito: Come on, don’t be so grumpy. There we go, all done!

Yui: Thanks...

Laito: Oh? Is our Princess in a bad mood today, perhaps?

Yui: I could have gotten dressed by myself...

ー Laito steps closer

Laito: Nfu, my bad? Then, to make it up to youーー Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Nnh...!?

Laito: You’re blushing even though all I did was give you a quick little kiss.

Yui: Laito-kun!

( Geez~ Even though a lot happened while we were stuck in that cage, Laito-kun hasn’t changed one bit... )

( But I suppose I should consider myself blessed to be able to spend my days like this. I mean, back then, the two of us chose death after all... )

Laito: ...I do enjoy your expression when you’re lost in doubt, but you probably aren’t thinking of fun things, are you?

*Rustle* 

Laito: You were looking back on what happened in that world, correct?

Yui: ...! Y-Yeah....

Laito: Didn’t I tell you that the people from back then died? The two individuals standing here right now are different people. 

So stop racking your brain over unnecessary things and enjoy the moment.

We were given the chance to live after all.

Yui: Yeah...You’re right.

( We were allowed this life, so we have to make the best of it. Without hesitation. )

( Because I’m sure that when my time comes, Laito-kun will be there by my side. )

Never leave me, okay?

Laito: Of course not! I won’t let you go. We’re going to Hell together.

Why, you may ask? ーー Because I love you. 

Yui: ...Yeah!

ーー THE END ーー 

Translation notes

(1) The game refers to it as a ‘hakoniwa’ (箱庭) which means ‘miniature garden’. However, I feel as if that sounds a little bit too positive. Especially once they realized that they are literally locked up inside with seemingly no way out, I felt as if ‘cage’ was a much better way to describe it. 

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[sillyromance]

Hello! Uhm, I'm kinda awkward when it comes to asking, but I was curious if you had any thoughts on earthspark arcee? You dont have to answer if you dont to, and I do wish you a good day/or night ^^

Good day/night, dear anonymous!

I've finally been able to finish your ask - I'm sorry that it has taken so much time to complete it. Also I apologize if it's not as long as you wanted - so, I can come up with ideas on a specific plot if you wish!

Hope you enjoy!

🔥Arcee

At first this young fem appears "on the stage" as a reckless teenager, but, objectively, she is an experienced warrior and a brilliant psychologist. Despite her energetic, hyperactive character she knows when it's time to slow down and act seriously. So, I think she can be a good comforting pred; of course, in the beginning she will try to cheer you up with some ordinary methods, but, if it's clear that the situation has already gone too far, she won't ask much - Arcee will just let you climb on her hand, lift you up and gently swallow down her fueltank (the robotic girl is always very caring and thoughtful with her prey). Then, when you're ready, she will speak to you with no one else around and work on the trauma, stroking her middle - or just holding a servo on it - to soothe and reassure you. Her voice can be too loud and harsh sometimes and Arcee undoubtedly knows that - so, she will turn it down a little while you are inside of her body. Although, as far as your spirit gets up, she won't resist some innocent joking and teasing, but they won't ever be even slightly insulting.

Also, the fem loves to be given rubs and compliments about her "inner space" - Arcee gets all flustered then, and she isn't shy to express it, returning the favour and thanking you for such a nice attitude. But I think her fueltank is quite sensitive and ticklish, so it's better for a prey to be careful if they don't wanna make her feel sick.

She is not as protective as other bots - I think, it's because the fem is able to recognise when someone is in shape to handle a trouble by themselves; so, I suppose, devouring someone for defence would be a rare thing in her case. Moreover, being inside Arcee during a battle wouldn't be a pleasant experience - the way she moves doesn't give a prey any chance to stay safe and sound while she's jumping, running and fighting like she usually does...

However, she has a great potential for being a playful pred. The fem will definitely guble you up as a prize for winning the game you both played! Also, she don't mind some specific games like a chase or hide-and-seek - these ones are good for training... and for appetite. At such moments she will definitely enjoy herself, shamelessly tasting and tossing a prey around in her mouth, sinking them into slime, giggling and humming as they wriggle on her slippery glossa; after they are securely tucked in her "stomach", she will praise them with some cute, humorous phrases, like: "Mmm! Humans are much better than energon - perhaps, we should eat you instead, ha? Just kidding!.."

Arcee wouldn't be be too open about where her partner is if they are inside her fueltank - she wouldn't reveal anything until it appeared to be necessary; or until you made her so annoyed that she wouldn't be able to ignore you messing any longer without some comments. She simply doesn't see any point in bringing up the situation with no reason, moreover, that it could make you feel embarrassed or unsafe among others later. But everyone will notice that Arcee refuses to show her full speed and force and behaves too cautiously on days her human friend doesn't seem to stick around...

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