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❝one thing about me, i aint taking no shit❞

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A/N: hi. did y'all hear 1989 tv? it was really good. also, i blacked out (happy halloween) so, sorry this chapter is late. i really have nothing to say other than this isn’t edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: joel and the sweetest baker have their first fight. the sweetest baker rethinks if she wants to be with joel.

Chapter Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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Time seemingly taunts me on Tuesday afternoon with a slow bakery and 3 employees. The fretting about the pie recipe paid off and the bakery made it into the Chicago Tribune for best fall treats. We sold out of pickup orders the next day but no one wants to get their pies this early in the week.

My mind drifts watching Ellie’s slow and methodical paint strokes. I wonder what her biological parents did to have that much talent weaved through her DNA. Dina sits on the floor next to her, reading her an astrology book. The two girls appear sickly in love and I smile, standing from the chair.

The iPad next to me dings and I'm reminded that it’s 11:15 a.m., time to start baking birthday treats for Mayor Thomas’ annual fall bash. I mentally run through the list in my head. They asked for chocolate cupcakes with pumpkins on them. It’s simple, Imogen.

I feel like I’m losing it as I walk back towards the kitchen. When I enter the room, two of my employees are sitting, aimlessly tapping away on their phones. Furying climbs up my shoulders when I realize I’m paying them to play video games on their phones back here. “Look alive, ladies,” I snip, walking over to the cupcake storage.

They both both their phones away, apologizing profusely. “It’s fine. You can make up for it by helping me ice two hundred cupcakes,” I say nonchalantly and I hear nothing but groans in return.

I shuffle around the kitchen grabbing all the necessary tools before popping my headphones in. If I have to ice two hundred cupcakes, I’m damn sure going to be doing it while listening to “1989 (Taylor’s Version).”

I click my favorite vault track and smile when the music fills my head. My body uses muscle memory as I buzz around, filling the piping bags with icing. Since the cupcakes are already done and cooled, it takes little to no effort for me to decorate them. Nearly half of the album plays and my pan is done in half of the girls' time. But I created the recipe so of course it is.

Carefully, I place the cupcakes aside until they’re ready for pickup. My heels click on the pink tile beneath me as I walk back to the front to check on the girls. When I round the corner, I hear Chloe talking on the phone. Her shoulders are hunched over; her body language for ‘I’m dealing with a shitty customer.”

I creep behind her as best as possible but she hears the sound of my shoes against the floor, slowly turning around. She tries her hardest to manage the situation herself but after seeing her struggle, I extend my hand for the phone. She puts it in my palm, giving me a silent thank you before returning to her task.

“I’m sorry, this is Imogen Scott. I’m the owner. Can you explain the situation again?” I speak into the receiver.

“Hi Imogen, it’s Rebecca. Mayor Thomas’ assistant,” she speaks frantically.

I nod, pacing slightly around the bakery. “Oh hi, I just finished the cupcakes. You’re still scheduled for the 2 p.m. pickup, right?” I confirm with her.

She kisses her teeth and lets out a small sigh. “About that,” she starts.

I shake my head, panic starting to cause a tightening in my chest. “No. No, no, no. Don’t do this to me, Rebecca,” I plead.

“I’m sorry. The Thomas’ just tested positive for COVID,” she elaborates and I sigh.

I can’t be mad because someone is sick but what are we supposed to do with two hundred cupcakes? “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I express sympathy for the family.

“Mayor Thomas sends his sincere apologies and promises to pay for the full order,” Rebecca apologizes for her boss.

Oh, he doesn’t have a choice. I understand emergencies but I’m definitely charging every last penny to the government. “That’s great but I still have… you know what, it’s not your problem. Have a good afternoon,” I say clicking the end button on the phone.

When I turn around, Chloe is still standing nearby, awaiting the tea. “So I have some good news and some bad news,” I tell her.

“Good news first,” she requests.

I press my eyes closed, trying to push away the oncoming migraine from this fiasco. “Situation is handled and they’re still paying for the full order,” I tell her, and she high-fives me for charging them my worth.

Chloe smiles and nods. “Awesome! Now the bad,” she waves for me to continue with her hand.

“We have to figure out how to distribute two hundred perishable cupcakes before closing,” I quickly spit out.

Dina seemingly overhears my phone call and stands while Chloe greets the customers who’ve just entered the shop. When Dina is in front of me, she shrugs. “That’s easy, every customer gets a free cupcake with purchase,” she says nonchalantly.

“That��s great for 50 of them. It’s so slow and I don’t want to count on that,” I explain, gesturing towards the bakery.

Chloe hums in response before taking care of the customers who’ve just approached the counter. “What can I get y’all today?” she asks gleefully.

“Two dozen cookies. Half sugar, half chocolate chip,” the woman speaks for the group.

“Wow, sounds like you’re going to a big party,” I say over Chloe’s shoulder, handing her some boxes.

A younger and quite frankly attractive man steps up in front of me. “Office meeting,” he flirts with a wink.

On any other day, I might flirt back with him out of boredom. But the more I look at his smirk, the more I find it disgusting. Joel’s smirk is suggestive like he already knows what I want. I’m starving to wake up next to Joel and I’d rather die than wake up to the man in front of me.

My vision blurs as I allow Chloe to get them checked out and out of the store with their box of free cupcakes. After she wipes the glass counter top she pauses, turning around to face me. “What about Dina’s book club at the school?”

I think back to my drunk shenanigans and the fact that I almost laid hands on a parent while in that building. “I’m not going back into that place until Christmas time,” I complain before turning my head towards Dina.

“Either you take them or have James bring them to you when he clocks in,” I urge her to pass on the directions and Dina mutters agreeing responses.

I step in front of the counter, surveying what supplies we have left. We’re almost sold out, so the cupcakes will come to good use. “I’m going to drop some off at the Austin. Maybe their employees can take them home,” I tell her, rotating on my heels to face Ellie and Dina. “Girls, no–”

“Drinking, drugs, sex. Got it,” Ellie groans the mantra I’ve drilled into her head from her spot on the floor.

Chloe’s face lights up with a smile after processing the information. “That’s a good idea,” she praises.

“Thanks! Text me if you need anything. I shouldn’t be long,” I tell her, grabbing a large pink box to put the sweet treats in.

My body is filled with a giddy feeling thinking about the possibility of seeing him for the first time since Friday. And honestly, I’ve never been more excited to see someone.

The elevator dings to let me know that I’m on the floor of the Austin. I step off confidently carrying the boxes of treats up to the host stand. “Welcome to the Austin. I’m assuming you have a reservation,” he welcomes me into the restaurant.

The deja vu from my birthday hits me like a truck and I shake my head. “Oh, no. I’m here to see Chef Miller,” I reply.

The host looks at the boxes in my hands and then back up at me. “Do you have an appointment?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, but,” I start before I’m cut off.

“I’m sorry. I can’t let you back there. If you want to schedule an appointment with him, maybe he’d be willing to try your,” he pauses to look skeptically through the clear cover on top of the pink box. “Cupcakes,” he says disappointingly.

Yeah, well no fucking cupcakes for you asshole. “He’s already tried my cupcakes, his daughter–” I cut myself off to take a deep breath and compose myself. “Look, Joel’s my boyfriend,” I try the last-ditch effort. Hopefully, Joel will hear baker and girlfriend then have a fucking clue.

The host’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Oh, let me go check with him then,” he dismisses himself.

Another host quickly replaces him, keeping the front of house running smoothly. I step out of the way, allowing customers to file in from the cool autumn afternoon. I pace around the lobby, watching my heels click on the marble floor. The toes of my shoes kiss the window and as I peer down below, I can see the masses of people crossing the clogged city streets.

That annoying throat-clearing noise sounds out again from behind me. I turn around to show this prick that he has my full attention. I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, asshole. “I’m sorry. Chef Miller is predisposed and every employee I passed said he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he tilts his head and patronizes me.

“Fuck this, I’ll go talk to him myself,” I grunt, stepping past him and quickly walking towards where I suspect the kitchen is.

“Ma’am,” I hear the host call over my shoulder as I make my way through the restaurant. My eyes quickly scan the room, finding the pattern of employees flowing in and out of the kitchen. I beeline confidently towards their path. “Ma’am you can’t go back there,” I hear the host repeat and he confirms I’m correct.

I shrug, fed up with the bullshit. Joel might be mad but I can explain later. “I can and I will,” I call over my shoulder.

As I’m walking down the hall, I hear crashing in the kitchen. The employee doesn’t let up with harassing me to the door. I pause for a second contemplating if this is the right thing to do.

Fuck it. You’re already here, Ginny.

I push through the double doors and the first thing I see is a white wall. But the crashing of dishes and the screaming doesn’t pause. “Y’all need to take your head out of your fuckin’ asses and start realizing what the hell is goin’ on here,” he barks, as I round the corner.

The chefs and employees are wide-eyed, some of them in tears. Nobody speaks, just accepting the abuse from the older irate man. “Most chefs I’d know would be fuckin’ embarrassed,” he reaches in front of a chef with a plate sitting on the table in front of her. He snatches it, crashing it down on the metal surface. It hits the tabletop and the porcelain and food scatter on the grey tile beneath it.

The noise causes me to jump ten feet in the air, nearly dropping the box of cupcakes. “Do you think we’re gonna get a fuckin star with this shit,” he growls.

Joel doesn’t stop there, picking up the next closest plate of food he’s determined uneatable and chucking it across the room. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you,” I watch as Joel points in each of their faces, spitting the degrading words.

The feeling of sympathy for the chefs weighs heavy on my heart. None of them can be older than 25. They’re babies and he just crushed their dreams of becoming chefs in 20 seconds flat.

Joel’s back rises and falls rapidly, as though he’s on the tip of a spiral. “Get your shit together!” he swears, removing the towel from his waist and slamming it down on the counter.

My feet quickly and quietly start moving backward in hopes of avoiding Joel. Tears well into my eyes and I trip on my own feet. I don’t know Joel. Not this one. This can’t be the same Joel who offered to whip me up something special on my birthday. Now I realize that whoever made my food on that day probably got fired.

Up until this point he’s been nothing but sweet to me. He’s shown me nothing but his good side. The first time he got angry with me, I checked him. But that’s not an option for his employees.

When Joel rounds the corner, his eyes meet mine and he stops in his tracks. His breathing hitches before he inhales a sharp breath. “Ginny,“ he utters lowly almost as if he’s afraid. It’s a complete 180 from his previous behavior.

I set the stack of pink boxes on the shelf next to me. “Here’s the cupcakes I brought for you, because I care about you, Joel. I care for you and Ellie and I wanted to see you. Come to find out you’re treating your employees like the shit on your shoe. That’s fucked up Joel,” I fume.

Joel purses his lips before stepping forward, attempting to box me in like her always. “You weren’t–”

“No,” I hiss, sidestepping out of the way. The simple yet quick action causes the tears to spill over my brim. “Ellie’s at the fucking bakery right now. Does she know? Is that why she didn’t want to work for you? I treat my employees with kindness and you rule with fear. The fuck are you doing, Joel?” I croak out, attempting to hold on to the last sliver of composure I have left.

You just don’t treat people like that. I don’t give a fuck about a star or a stripe. “I don’t know,” he sighs, rubbing his eyebrows with frustration.

I shift, leaning on my opposite leg with my hand on my hip. “You don’t know what?” I articulate sharply.

Joel throws his hands in the air. “Fuck, sugar. I don’t know anything. I was just trying to teach them how I was taught,” he argues.

My eyes flicker back and forth between Joel’s brown ones. They’re full of regret and my shoulders soften. “You don’t have to be the abusive boss your head chef was to you, Joel,” I explain.

Joel’s eyes dart towards the ground like an ashamed puppy. “Here, take these.” I place my hand gently on the top of the box. “Maybe share them with your staff. It’s a step in the right direction at least,” I advise, walking out of the kitchen.

I don’t turn around when I hear Joel following me and calling my name. I don’t speak to him when he picks up Ellie that night. And I’m unsure if I want to anymore.

Thanksgiving Day

Tommy clears his throat before he shovels a spoonful of pie into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he moans. “This is good, Ginny,” he compliments happily.

The rest of the table chatters in agreement. After being stuffed full of Joel’s meal, they needed a warm dessert before bed. The fluffy layers of the crust flake apart perfectly in my mouth; taste buds bursting with cinnamon and apple. Fuck, this is going to knock me smooth out after Joel’s meal.

I can feel him staring at me. He wants me to look at him, but I can’t. If I look at him, we have to have a conversation. I don’t want to do that in front of our friends and family. This entire Thanksgiving has been awkward as fuck between us. But god, I miss his lips, his smirk, his tan fingers interlocked with mine.

Maddie and Leo made themselves useful and created a burier in between me and Joel. But Ellie and Tommy are seemingly oblivious to our little spat, which I’m grateful for.

“No wonder this made it into the Chicago Tribune. This is divine, Ginny,” Mrs. Crown compliments, pointing towards the dessert with her fork.

I smile, bashfully looking down at my palms locked in my hands. “Thank you, Mrs. Crown,” I murmur.

Someone drops their utensil and it clatters against their dish. “You made it into the Tribune?” I hear Joel ask in shock.

I glance up at him for the first time tonight, studying his bug-eyed disposition. “Uh, yeah. Forgot to tell you,” I come up with a quick excuse.

Joel gave my face a once over before sitting back in his seat. “Hmph,” he grunts and I can tell he’s not buying the diversion.

Ellie had celebrated with me all week, having already been at the bakery. But when I found out, I told her I wanted to tell Joel on my own time. We just never got to that after the Monday fiasco.

Ellie slyly leans over and whispers to the disgruntled man, “Joel, say congrats.”

Joel’s head slowly rises until he’s peering at me. He’s pissed and I can practically see the steam exiting through his pores; his blood is boiling. “Congrats,” he mutters.

I take the cloth napkin out of my lap, leaving it on the table before standing. “I’ll be right back,” I mumble, swiftly walking out of the dining room. Before I fucking cry again in front of Joel.

I feel like the small hall is swallowing me whole. My head is pounding, and the tears begin flowing down my cheeks. I never want someone I care about to be mad at me.

Bursting through the kitchen door, I stare at the staff wide-eyed. They whisper to each other before exiting the large space, leaving me alone to calm down.

Once they’re gone, I crouch on the ground with my back against the cold wall. And only then do I allow myself to let go, crying until I feel like I’m suffocating on my own tears. My chest tightens, and I hear ringing in my ears, unsure of what just happened.

I’m brought out of my thoughts when I hear the kitchen door creek open.

“Ginny?” I hear Ellie’s voice ring through the room.

I hear her footsteps walking over to me and I quickly brush the tear stains away, praying she doesn’t notice my tomato face. I reach my hand out to grab the counter next to me and use it to support me as I stand, grabbing a bowl to use as a cover.

I plaster on a smile, putting the bowl in front of me. “What’s up, El?” I ask.

Her head tilts and she walks closer to me. “Is something going on between you and Joel? You’re both being weird as fuck with each other,” she speculates. Fuck. Ellie’s no idiot and I know that.

My nostrils flare and my vision blurs. I’ve always been great under pressure, but talking to Ellie feels heavier than a rude customer. “Well, you’re not wrong…” I trail off, abandoning the bowl. “Uh, we just had a heated conversation,” I confess.

Ellie’s brows knit and the curiosity seeps through her pores. She’s not gonna let it go. “About what?” she asks.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll all blow over tomorrow,” I reassure her, shifting awkwardly to lean on my other leg.

Ellie’s lips part and I know she’s about to argue when Joel appears through the doorway. “Ellie, time to get going,” he waves her towards him.

The air in the room is thick and I feel like I’m drowning in the swimming pool that is the tension between Joel and me. Ellie apparently senses the same feeling I do, and she scrunches her nose. “Okay…” Ellie elongates the word, tip-toeing out of the kitchen.

I avoid Joel’s gaze to no avail when I see his tattered brown boots before me. He inhales a sharp breath, causing my hair to scatter around my forehead. “Sugar,” he rasps, and his fingers touch mine.

My eyes latch with his and I have to remind myself not to melt in the amber waves. “Joel,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, his shaking fingers toying with mine.

I gnaw on my lip, leaning back a little so there’s space between us. “I know, Joel,” I reiterate.

He curses under his breath, abandoning his attempt to slyly hold my hand. “What can I do to make it up to you?” he asks.

And here we are again, back at the beginning. What doesn’t he get? The people working for you are human. “Treat your employees with respect,” I instruct.

“I’m trying that. We’ve had a good day, let me show you,” Joel stresses.

I shake my head, slowly blinking from exhaustion. “You can’t do it in one day,” I remind him.

Joel takes a step forward to box me in. “I know,” he sighs.

I reach my hand up and caress the skin on his face with the back of my hand. He leans into my touch, humming softly. “You have to change the culture of your business,” I gently remind him.

Joel nods, and his hand slides up my waist. “I will. It’s just, I need you, sugar,” he emphasizes with so much need, I’m eager to forgive him. “This week has been shit without you. Every time Ellie mentions you, I feel like hell,” he continues.

We’re adults; There’s no reason for us to go back and forth. “Okay,” I conceded.

Joel’s face twists and he jerks his head back slightly. “Okay?” he asks, his voice thick with confusion.

I nod, feeling my jaw relax from previously being clenched. “I don’t wanna fight with you. I missed you a lot,” I admit.

Joel’s mouth curves into a small smile. “I missed you too,” he returns the sentiment. “Those pretty eyes, your perfume,” he says, putting his hand under my chin. “Missed these,” he finishes, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip.

“How about you kiss me since you’ve missed me so much?” I offer, with a raised brow.

His face lights up with excitement. “I can?” he asks for consent.

I nod, returning the small smile. “Please,” I stand on my tiptoes, giving him better access.

Joel leans down, connecting his lips with mine. My eyes flutter closed and I give into him, allowing him to take full control of the kiss. He hungrily dips his tongue into my mouth, seemingly desperate for more. I oblige him, craving the same thing. Maybe more than I can get right now.

His tongue swirls with mine and I moan quietly. Joel lightly squeezes my neck, tilting my head back. The feeling of the counter-pressing into my back gives the sharp pain to the pleasure I so often crave. My hands find their way into Joel’s head, tugging on his root. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, I hear a throat being cleared behind me. Joel takes a step back, parting our physical connection like the Red Sea. When I turn around, I’m embarrassed to find Tommy, Maddie, and Leo standing near the entryway. “Finally, you two made up,” Tommy throws his arms up dramatically.

Maddie dramatically rolls her eyes, walking over towards me. “I honestly couldn’t take it anymore,” she complains.

Leo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. He’d been a dick to Joel all evening and the guilt is written all over his face. “Sorry for harassing you tonight, man,” he apologizes to Joel.

Joel shrugs and I’m grateful that he understands Leo’s protectiveness over me. “I get it, you care about her. Too much to lose,” he empathizes.

Ellie comes around the corner with her burgundy coat zipped up. The fabric makes a swishing sound as she walks, reminding me of my own childhood. “I’m ready,” she announces, a hat secured on top of her head.

We all file out of the kitchen, bidding the Miller’s a goodbye before I realize, I should probably go home too. Grabbing my coat out of the closet, I struggle to get it on successfully. Joel comes up behind me, gabbing the shoulders of the jacket to assist me. “You want a ride home?” he asks lowly.

Maddie picked me up so I assumed I’d leave with the first person out. Happy that it’s The Millers, I nod. “Yeah, I’ll ride with you guys,” I graciously accept his offer.

The four of us file out of the house on the chilly evening. The physical manifestation of my breath floats in front of me with each rise of my chest. Maddie and Leo wave goodbye from the front door before shutting it once we’re on the curb.

Joel unlocks the black truck, opening the back for Ellie to climb in. “Tommy, in the back,” he barks at his brother.

I put my hand on Joel’s bicep, attempting not to fantasize about him picking me up and fucking me against a wall. “No, Joel. Tommy’s legs are longer than mine in the truck,” I let Tommy take the front seat.

“You sure, sugar?” Joel confirms.

I smile, stepping up on the side rail. “Positive, sweetness,” I respond, sliding in next to Ellie.

Joel raises his brows, before nodding. “Mmm, sweetness. I like that,” he says.

“I bet you do,” I murmur back before he shuts the door.

After dropping Tommy off at his place, Joel invited me over to his for a glass of wine. I’d never seen his place, so I gleefully took him up on the offer.

My eyes scan the room and I notice the dust covering the top of the blinds, as if they’ve never been moved. There’s barely anything on the walls that accompanies the neutral paint, aside from a few art pieces I assume are Ellie’s.

The kitchen is humongous with an identical double oven like mine. There are pictures on the speckled kitchen counter and when I look closer I see Ellie, Tommy, and a little girl I’ve never seen before. My head tilts as I take in her brown curls and freckled face. She looks like she could be related to me. “Woah,” I breathe out, sliding into the seat next to me.

It’s uncanny, and it’s making me queasy. “Fuck, right? Joel doesn’t see it,” Ellie startles me a bit, adding her two cents.

“Ellie,” Joel scolds his daughter.

I turn toward Ellie, thinking of the best way to explain this to a kid. “I don’t think he wants to compare his daughter to anyone, El,” I start. But, I wonder if that’s why he was so drawn to me in the first place.

Ellie plops down onto the worn leather couch in the living room. “No shit. I don’t like it when people compare things to my mom’s,” she says over her shoulder before clicking the TV on.

“Ellie,” Joel grunts before opening the fridge.

Fed up with his repetitiveness, I groan at the two. “Joel, she’s expressing herself in the way she can in an appropriate space. Let her swear now so she can learn codeswitching,” I rant, pausing to take a deep breath.

My attention turns toward Ellie who is now fully invested in me ripping her father a new asshole. “Now school? No fucking way, kid. I don’t need to come up there and cuss someone out again,” I warn her.

Ellie puts up her hands in defense. “Sounds like a sweet fucking deal to me,” she smiles maniacally.

Joel shakes his head, popping the reusable cork out of a wine bottle. “Hell, you two are going to be the death of me,” he predicts before pouring a glass for me.

Ironically, Joel and Ellie are the only daily sparks of life I have left.

feedback rest of the series.

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lilsocksiswriting · 2 years

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Is It A Sex Thing?

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Reader X Sakusa, Reader X Meian

Summary: After what you have dubbed 'The Sakusa Incident', Meian shows up on your doorstep to answer all the questions you have about vampires.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers, no Beta, Dark Content, slight dub con, blood and biting.

Tags: lots a fantasizing, fingering, handjobs

Word Count: 5.3k

Masterlist || Chapter One

In the end, it was Sakusa who broke. He’s not like Bokuto, he didn’t have that kind of self-control.

Bokuto could whine, he could beg, he could stands there in the middle of the court staring longingly as you pass them to buy, imagine sinking his fangs into your soft flesh or something lewd about your thighs, but he would never act on his urges.

Sakusa however was already putting a plan into action. Just go about a practice like everything was fine. Mention ramen to Hinata loud enough for Bokuto to hear. Soon enough everyone was excited to go out for ramen and you couldn’t come because you were staying late. Of course Meian asks if you wanted him to grab you to go order before they can leave. Sakusa then falls a few steps behind pretending to check his bag and says something about forgetting his knee pads in the locker room which was conveniently attached to the clubhouse where your office was. It won’t take long to loop back and get them and the ramen shop was just a street over so he can catch up. No need for everyone to wait up fro him.

You were still in your office, getting ready for a meet and greet before a game next week. You don’t even hear Sakusa slip into your office. You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and from organizing some papers laid out on your desk. The wing spiker was nearly on top of you, just a few feet separate you two. You can’t place why but he’s looking on edge. But of course, he was. It was flu season and there were going to be a lot of fans there. Lots of hands to shake and hive five. Lots of gifts to receive and thank yous to give. It was an introverted nightmare.

“Sakusa! You could have literally given me a freaking heart attack.”

“I forgot my knee pads. But I saw that you were still here,” the prepared lie doesn't roll off his tongue as easily as he thought it would. At some point during the day you had thrown your hair up leaving your neck on full display.

Again, you chalk the tone up to him being fretful about the toll socializing takes on him right before a game. Which you were working on. It was why you were staying late. You were trying to push the meet’n’greet up so he and the rest of the team could rest a bit before the game.

“WellI’m glad you stopped by. I wanted to ….”

Whatever else you were saying Sakusa did not hear. He’s thinking of how you probably wouldn't be so glad to see him if you know why he was really here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this. Sakusa knows that he should have told Meian that he was having a hard time with his urges. Once he made the plan this morning he had to follow through.He can never just leave things unfinished. And now here he is, in your office, all alone with you, control slipping little by little, and consequences of his actions seeming further and further away.

“Sakusa?” you wave a hand in front of his face. He catches your wrist in a grip that’s a little too tight for your comfort. He opens his mouth to say something, or maybe just to take in a deeper breath, and you see them.

‘He’s one of them.’

Two sets of fangs that could almost be mistaken for abnormally sharp canines if you wanted to try and be in denial of what is right there in front of you. You want to touch them. prick your finger and see how wild that drives someone who is usually so in control like Sakusa. But you don’t think that’s the best idea. The man already looks like he’s about to pounce

“Umm, Sakusa …I- “ you what? You were coming up blank with trying to think of a reason to be scared or uncomfortable. Yes, you were feeling these things but you don’t want Sakusa to back off.

He doesn’t respond, only acts. That’s all he can do because if he tries to speak right now Sakusa is afraid that will give away how he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He steps forward once, twice until you bump against the edge of your desk. Sakusa grabs your other wrist and holds both of them against the edge of the desk effectively trapping you in place.

Sakusa leans forward, resting his face in the crook of his neck. You can feel the unsteady puffs of air as he breathes. All you can think is that he’s going to bite you and bleed you dry. That’s what vampires do right? You feel a chill run up your spine. The idea of going out like that should scare you and only scare you, but it excites you too.

“I can’t hold back any more y/n. I try and try but fuck,” Sakusa curses, something you don't usually hear from him and God does it sound downright sinful. His voice is tight, like he’s about to snap, but begging for permission to.

“Sakusa…” you try to say something, anything again. Feeling his uneven breaths against the pulse of your neck. “Sakusa, what are you going to do to me?”

‘What are you doing to me?’

You feel like you are watching Bokuto and Meian again. A familiar ache settling between your legs. Enamored by the fact that these men have fangs like in all the movies and books you read as a teenager. But this is not a book. This is real life. This is a man, creature? This is Sakusa who could very well kill you. But you can’t seem to accept that. Sakusa was your friend too and he would never do that.

“I’m going to bite into you,” He says like he’s finally accepting that for himself too.

Sakusa runs his tongue along your neck. You tense up while a moan slips from Sakusa and holy fuck does that sound just as good as him cursing.

Yup, you were done for. You are about to be preyed upon by a real vampire. And you know what? you might be fine with that? It was something that you had been dwelling on ever since you saw Meian rack his fangs along Bokuto’s neck as he desperately fucked his captains fist. You should be scared of them, revolted, tuning in your two weeks notice and running from the nearest church. But here you are craning your neck for Sakusa who is moaning more at the submissive act.

Sakusa doesn’t know rather be thankful or concerned that you are doing this. If you put up a fight, then maybe would have come to his senses. But you’re not and you taste so good already, and he’s already so close to having your blood on his tongue. Sakusa slips his hands down from your wrists to intertwine them with your fingers as he opens his mouth for the bite.

“Kiyomii.”

Fuck.

You and Sakusa both jump apart. When Sakusa turns his body to face the doorway where Meian’s stern voice came from, you see Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata standing behind him.

You swallow again. Meian looks pissed. The sort that makes his face dead calm. His stern eyes trained on Sakusa pinning him to his spot beside you.

You are suddenly aware of your breathing, rough and deep. Were you even breathing before? You focus on managing your breathing as you assess the situation. Meian had Sakusa just before he bit you. He had caught Sakusa about to bite you. Something you remember is strictly forbidding Bokuto to do.

“Meian I- “

“Don’t,” is all the captain has to say to shut Sakusa up.

Meian steps further into the room followed by the rest. Atsumu is the first to get to you. He wraps you up in a warm hug. His chest is like a wall between you and Sakusa that feels like cotton and smells like Irish spring.

“What do ya think yer doin’ Omi-omi? Forcing yourself on y/ like that.”

“Yea you could have seriously hurt her!” Hinata sounds a lot more worried than angry.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sakusa says, looking between you and Meian. “I know I should have told you I was having trouble controlling myself, but...”

“But you didn’t,” Meian finishes for him.

Sakusa looks like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs in shame. You had to say something. After all, this wasn’t all his fault. When you try to speak, the admission comes out of a mumble into the setter’s chest.

“What was that?” Atsume asks, losing his grip just a tad like he was giving you the space to speak up.

Everyone’s eyes are on you as you swallow your embarrassment and confess to a room of vampires, “I- I liked it. I liked it. I was going to let him. ”

There are a long few beats of silence. Was it that weird to get a little (A lot) turned on by the prospect of being bitten? Of course, it was. Right? You think back to Bokuto’s desires for you that went beyond biting. But what about the rest? Did they just see you as a mouth-watering meal they weren’t allowed to touch? Did Meian see you as that and only that?

“Wait, really?” Hinata asks, hopeful and practically bouncing on his feet.

You nod, beginning to feel a little bolder but before you can say anything else Meian speaks up again.

“I think it’s best if we give y/n some time to wrap her head around all of this.”

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And they did give you space. A little too much space. That very night after the Sakusa incident your boss called you to ask how you were feeling. Apparently, Meian had noticed you looked a little sick today. You tried to weasel your way out of it, too much work to do and all. But your boss wasn’t having it. Working while sick would only make things worse for yourself. And it wasn’t like taking a few days off would be the end all be all for the team. He assumes that will be something Tomas and Branes get up to.

You were now on day two of your sick days. Your second day just lounging at home in an oversized tee shirt and underwear, slowly going insane.

The group chat was silent. no matter how many times you texted it and no one, not even Meian, was answering your calls. You can’t wait to get back to work where no one, not even Meian, can ghost you. They would have to answer all your questions then. The questions that you had made a list of and printed out. Currently laying neatly on your desk in your home office.

As it turns out you never had to wait until you went back to work because the captain himself shows up on your doorstep with your favorite take out in hand. An apology, but one that you will not accept so quickly. Crossing your arms over your chest you do not move from the doorway to give him room to enter.

Instead you ask, “Do I need to invite you? Is that how it works?”

Meian rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not how it works.”

And you did. If that was true Atsumu would have to ask every time before barging into your office and Meian would have to ask to come in even though he had a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies.

But you weren’t going to back down yet. “Well, I wouldn’t know since no one seems to want to answer me.”

“Which is why I am here on your doorstep, begging for forgiveness the best way I know how,” he holds up to bag .

“Food is the way to my heart,” You note as the facade of being angry with Meian begins to slip. It was a hard act to begin with. You could never be angry with the captain for too long. “But it won’t answer my questions.”

“Which is where I come in. I’m here to answer all of them.”

“All of them? I have listed you now .”

He scoffs, “Yea I figured. Probably typed in Times New Roman and double spaced.”

“You know me all too well. Get in here. We have a lot to catch up on.”

You wouldn’t tell Meian out right but you're relieved. The fear had been in the back of your mind all day. You were afraid that this kind of big revelation would change everything. But you and Meian sit on the sofa eating the takeout he brought over like it was any other night you two had dinner at your place. You two laughed and talked about nothing in particular between him answering each and every question on your list. The interrogation doesn't even feel like that. It felt like a normal conversation with him. The kind that made you smile and relax back into the sofa

The mood did shift when you came to the second to last question on your list, “So um, pretty obvious that you all, or most of you want to bite me…. among other things, but right now I want to know why you didn’t feel like you could tell me, “You try and leave it at that, but the rest of the words just came tumbling out with it. “I thought we were close like that, all of us, not just you and me. So….it just makes me feel like we aren’t? But I know that’s not true.”

Meian rubs the back of his neck sinking into the sofa and mirroring your position but stares up at the ceiling. “The thing is I wanted to tell you. I think that we all just feared how you’d react to it. That’s why I wanted to ease you into it and not have you find out in the literally worst way.”

“I wouldn’t say it was the worst way to get confirmation of what I already suspected to be true….” You say quietly but Meian ears pick up on it., but he tries not to look too hopeful by it.

“We were all just trying to be cautious. We didn’t know how you’d react to the existence of vampires.”

“Do you really think I would run for the hills?”

“It’s what Hajime Iwaizumi did when he found out Toru Okiawa was a vampire. They both fled Japan after that.”

“Why does that name sound familiar…. Doesn't he play Volleyball in San Juan?”

“Yes, he does. But staying on topic. We were all trying to be as cautious as possible because the last thing we want is to scare you or make you feel like you can’t trust us anymore. We all decided early on that above all else we wanted to keep the friendship we’ve made. We all want to feed on you, but not if that means making you in any way uncomfortable or scared of us.”

‘Feed on me. Biting me. Bokuto’s fat cock. Bokuto’s desperate pleading voice, Sakusa's desperate face, his tongue running along my neck. What is wrong with me? Meain is sitting here saying the most heartwarming stuff and I'm thinking about dick.’

“Y/N, stop spacing out on me.”

“Is it a sex thing?”

“What?”

“Feeding on people. Is it like a turn-on for vampires? I know you said that you have to have blood to live among humans, but well…you know what no. I bet you know since you all have super senses.”

Meian suppresses a smile because it is kinda cute when you get all huffy.

“When you were…’ taking care of’ Bokuto the other day you both seemed to not just wanna feed on me.”

Meian could tease you, make you tell him exactly what you mean. Describe in detail the way you saw him pleasuring Bokuto. But this wasn’t why he was here. He was here to answer all your questions and lay everything off the table then see how you wanted to move forward.

“It can be. Arousal changes the taste, makes the blood savory, and some vampires like that. It’s just rare to come by.”

“It is?” you feel your stomach drop a little. So maybe you were an odd one out.

“Yea, it’s not very arousing if it’s not fun for both parties.”

Ah, that made sense, and it makes you even more curious. You had stayed up late last night thinking about what it would be like to be fed upon while being fucked. If the others hadn’t found you and Sakusa in time. If he had bent you over your desk and continued to give in to his urges. If you had stepped out of your office that day. Helped Bokuto through the frenzy he had worked himself into with Meian’s large hands spreading you open. Or it could be just Meian. Just the man who you had been friends with since your university days. Who you knew before he became MSBY’s Iron Wall and captain. Meian sinking down between your legs and working you with his fingers and tongue. Praising you about how cute every little sound you make, amazed at how wet you are for him, and how good you taste after digging his fangs into the fat of your thigh.

“Y/n you’re spacing out again.”

“Right, sorry I was just thinking?”

“Care to share?”

“Can you try it on me? feeding that is, like you all want to?” there is a long moment of silence causing you to grow anxious and sputter out more words to fill it.” I just, well I’ve been curious, really curious about what it would feel like. And, like, I don’t wanna get your hopes up because you’re right; I won’t know if I like it or not until I actually try it. But I think I really would like it and I can’t think of anyone better to try it with. I trust you and I know that whatever the outcome it won’t change our friendship.”

Meian almost can’t believe what he’s hearing but he knows that he needs to say something because the longer he stays quiet the more anxious you will get.

“Really?”

“Umm, yea. But if it’s something that your aren’t ready- “

“Fuck no, i mean yes. I’m ready. Fuck you are amazing y/n”

“Alright so we’re doing this then?.”

“Yes,” Meian nods and gets up to try the couch offering a hand to you. “Though I don’t think that your living room couch is the right place for this.”

“Right, bedroom then?”

“Bedroom, '' he agrees.

Meian leads you to your bedroom and clicks the door shut behind you too. In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, he sees you as looking so soft and eager. Meian lays you down on your comforter, slipping a knee between your legs. He hovers above you just taking a moment to stare down at the sight just in case he won’t get to see you like this again.

“I’m going to take it slow ok. And you tell me if I need to stop.”

You didn’t know that by going slow Mien meant teasing the ever-living shit out of you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Meian starts at your neck, kissing and giving the nape of your neck kitten licks all while his fingers slip under the bottom on your tee shirt. His hand came to rest on your hip, thumb stroking the warm skin.

Your hips shift looking for some sort of friction from the thigh between your legs. Mercifully Meian presses his leg into you giving you something to grind against. Your moan is high pitched. You push your hips up grinding against him. This soon proves to be not enough, you need more. You can’t cum like this and by the looks of things Meian is going to continue to take his sweet time. Sure his mouth is getting sloppier and you’ve started to feel the light scrap of fangs against your neck , but nothing to indicate him actually going to bite you or giving you something more than a freaking knee to grind against.

“Meian,” Your voice gives away how you are on the verge of tears.

He pulls away from your neck to ask, “You want me to stop?”

You shake your head, “no!”

This earns a chuckle from the vampire that you feel rumble in his chest. “That’s what I thought. Fuck you’ve soaked through my pants.”

“I what-“Before you can get the rest of the question out, Meian shows you. He pulls his knee away just enough to feel the cool air of your room against the wet patch in your underwear. Oh, holy fuck. Have you ever been this wet? How could you just be gushing down there from some sloppy hickies and a well placed me?

“Meian, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore.”

“I’m not teasing, I told you I’m going slow."

“Yeah well it feels like you are teasing me and you’re going to make me cry.”

You knew he hated to see you cry. You feel him smirk against your skin. Meian hated to see you cry right? That being said he never saw you cry in frustration because you weren’t getting off.

“I don’t know. I kind of like the way your voice sounds. All wobbly and tight. So exasperated because you can’t get yourself off,” Meian’s voice is low which doesn’t help but to make the ache between your legs worse.

“Meian pleaaase,” Your hand fists the cotton of his shirt. You try to pull him closer but he stays put. “Please I need more.”

“Fuck, it’s so good to hear you beg like that y/n. Can I touch you?”

“Yesyesyes.”

You arch into Meian's touch as pulls aside your underwear and pushes his fingers between your slick folds. Meian lets out a shaky breath against your neck. You are downright irresistible. Maybe he should have given everyone a little more credit. It's driving him crazy to have you under him writhing and moaning as he plays with your clit. To have you begging him for more.

Meian’s fingers take on a pattern. The smooth circles across your clit that makes you see stars. It’s slow, but you can feel your orgasm building. You can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasures that just mounting and mounting. Making your head fuzzy and body tinglingly and light. This was far better than anything you could imagine. Mostly because for as long as you stayed up trying to get yourself off to all those imaginary scenarios you could never reach fruition.

“Can I bite you know?” Meian’s voice sounds rushed and breathless.

“Yes, please. Wanna know…” You swallow thickly, “Wanna know what’s like.”

And Meian did too. He wanted to know how you really taste. He wanted to feel your body come undone under him. He needs to know if you find pleasure and enjoyment in being fed on just as much as he does.

Feeling the graze of his fangs your toes curl but your body doesn’t tense. Your body was ready for this, excited for it even. You pull on Meian’s shirt again to pull him closer. Craning your neck to the side to give him more room.

The vampire wonders if you know how rare it is to find someone like you. How lucky he was. How lucky the rest of the vampires on the MSBY team are. To have such a hard-working manager who would be their human. Who’s excited and so eager to give them the kind of blood they all crave.

Meian speeds up the way his finger is moving over your clit making you blood pump faster.

“Meian, of fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna cum. Meain,” you warn a mounting voice

The moment that Meian sinks his fangs into your neck the world stills into what feels like an endless moment. It hurts. There is a pain that you can only describe sharp and burning. But it’s good. Fuck does it feels good. It’s the pain in your neck that pushes you over the edge. Meian continues working your body through orgasm. Your head is swimming as he takes from you while continues to move his finger against your clit. But you can still hear his own moans rumbling against your neck. Like he’s biting into a five-course meal.

It’s not until your orgasm fully leaves your body that Meian’s unlatches himself from your neck. You blink slowly coming back to reality. Meian hovers above you, hands no longer on you, He was staring down at you. Lips parted as he catches his breath. You note how you can still see his fangs and the smear of your own blood on the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t look as happy as you thought he would having finally been able to taste what he's been craving for so long.

“Y/n?” His voice mimics the worried expression.

“Holy fuck. I hate you. How dare you keep such a mind-blowing thing from me. That was-wow. I can’t believe I came so much. I feel so good right now Meian”

Meian finally cracks a smile and helps you sit up. He leans against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, you relax into his hold and let him lick at the spot on your neck where he bit you so he can help it heal over faster. How did he explain it earlier? Your head still a little muddles but you think it was something about healing the skin fastor?

“You didn’t take much”

He hums,” I told you we don’t”

“Yea but I thought it’s more than a few gulps.”

“It’ll feel like a lot more than a few gulps when it’s five of us feeding on you,” Meian warns but then resizes what he's said and quickly adds,” That is if you want to. You don’t have to”

“Oh no, I want to. We might have to make a feeding schedule, but I think being-how did you phrase it?”

“You’ll be our human.”

‘Our human.’ Yes, you liked the sound of that.

“Right, your human. It will be nice, but, “ you wiggle out of Meian's loose grasp and make yourself room between his thighs then point to the bulge still present in his pants. “This won’t do. I get you get good food out of this, but I don’t think it’s fair. After all, didn’t you just say a while ago it’s not really a good meal if both parties aren’t having fun? And that doesn’t look fun. It looks painful.”

It was. His dick had been straining against his pants since he began to feel you soaking through them and he hasn’t been able to make it go away.

“You don’t have to sound like you're scolding me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and double down on the tone. “I am scolding you. But I also want to know if you want a hand with it.”

“I would very much love you to help with my hard-on.”

“Then come on, shimmy shimmy,” you gave a little wiggle then lean over him to your bedside table and pull out a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. Given what just transpired you don't; feel at all ashamed if Meian catches a glimpse of the small collection of vibrators you keep in there along with a few condoms.

Meian did as he was told. He Unbuttons his pants then lifts his hips to push them down enough for his cock to spring free. He lets out a sign of relief with it finally being freed. You settle yourself back between his thighs, making sure he’s comfortable too, then pop open the cap and pour a generous dollop of the lube into the palm of your hand. Meian sucks in a breath between between his teeth, the lubes makes your hand cool but fuck does it feel amazing when when you wrap your hand around the base.

You give one experimental stroke from the base to the tip to spread the lube. You bite the bottom of your lip and continue the slow strokes, getting used to the feel of his cock in your loose fist. He’s big. There is no denying that, but you have a sinking feeling Bokuto's bigger than he is.By taking your time you can feel when he cock twitches or the way he tense like he’s trying not to buck his hips into your hand.

How long had he thought of this? How many times had he thought your hands working him like this? In all the times that he thought about you pleasuring him he never could quite imagine what your face would look like. But he can now. You’re looking down at his erection with a slight look of bewilderment, biting your bottom lip , taking your sweet time and enjoying it.

“it’s…. Weightier than I thought it would be.”

“Yea? Fuuuck , y/n I’m not going to last long like this.

You crack a crooked smile and look up to his face. He really did look like he was just about ready to cum. “But I've barely started.”

“You’re just doing such a good job, I've just been dreaming about this for so long baby- “His voice cracks off into a moan and he tilts his head back.

“Nu-uh, I wanna see your face when I make yon cum Meian,” You order softly.

The vampire obediently dips his head to face you again. In return, you speed up the pace of your hand and apply a little more pressure. Meian opens his mouth like he wants to say something, mabey more praise, but all that comes trembling out is a moan. You were going to like Meian like this. You’re loving the way his pupils are blown wide and the only one that seems to be able to focus is you. He literally looks like his mind is blank, drunk on the pleasure you are making the usually, a cool and calm captain is not even able to form a coherent thought, and just because you give him a handy?

“y/n.”

“Hmm?” you humm continues to study his face while you stroke him.

“I’m cumming,” you feel his dick twitch in your hand again, “fuck, I’m cumming baby.”

Just like Meian ,had you worked him through his orgasm. Not stopping until you’re sure you’ve milked him dry. Your hand is left covered in cum. A small laugh of disbelief sputters past your lips.

“I’m going to go grab us some wipes for us. I wasn’t expecting that much cum.”

You come back with a small pack of wet wipes and a hand that’s now clean. You pass the pack to the Meian setting, “for the lubey dick.”

“Please don’t call it that.”

You shrug, “it is what it is.

You crawl back onto bed. “So, I have one more question.”

It was the last question on your list.

“Yea?”

“What are you going to do to Sakusa? Or have you done anything yet?”

Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing them Meian returns to leading against the headboard of your bed. “I haven’t apprehended him yet of your asking and I’m not quite sure really.”

You perk up a bit. “So, you’re open to suggestions?”

“Oh, you have an idea for a proper punishment?”

“And a nice little surprise to let the rest know they now have a human,” you add.

“So, what scheme do you have cooking in that head?”

You make yourself comfortable, snuggling up to Meian as he throws an arm around your shoulder and tucks you into his side.” I'm so glad you asked.”

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A Little Wild

This is one of two prompts fills for Marianne who quoted A Suitable Consort as a suggestion:

“I think I would also prefer to do something wild—but not too much. Please and thank you.”

Content tags: passing reference to the very real attack on Mattin’s life in ASC. Spoilers for A Suitable Consort.

Mattin had learned his lesson about traveling through the capital, and not only made sure to inform his guards of his plans—and therefore inform Mil if he hadn’t already discussed his plans with his spouses-to-be that morning—but to now dress a little more discreetly.

Not that he had dressed loudly before, but he also hadn’t been known or recognizable before. That was he now was slightly worrying, although he was trying not to let that show around Mil or Arden. But removed his hair clasps and some of his jewelry before going out, if he remembered to, and planned to wear a hooded cloak until the weather warmed up too much to make it comfortable.

All of which was to say, he now took precautions and therefore it wasn’t his fault that he’d turned around after getting stuck in a particularly crowded section of the public market and been unable to find his guards. Or perhaps they couldn’t find him. He was dressed simpler now, and in a hood, probably did not stand out much from the others around him.

He stayed where he was, trying not to get jostled by distracted shoppers eager for the first fruits and vegetables of the spring, and all the goods now able to come downriver from the north with the winter snows, and then the thaw and resulting mud, all gone. He wasn’t worried. He wasn’t. The odds of someone who intended harm finding him when he happened to be alone were slim.

The odds of someone removing his guards in order to harm him, however, were unfortunately much higher.

Mattin considered standing on the nearest barrel he could to look over the market, or if that would attract too much attention and it would be better to slip away and return to the palace as quickly as possible. He didn’t get a chance to decide—a large figure in a black cloak and hood stepped in front of him.

His view and exit blocked, Mattin raised his head, only to stare at Arden in stunned surprise. His heart was still pounding with panic, but Mattin stared for another moment then frowned reflexively.

“You said you didn’t sneak out anymore.”

Arden, his head tilted down to keep the hood in place, gave him a hint of a smile. “I never said that.”

Mattin narrowed his eyes. “You let me believe it and that’s just as bad as a lie.”

“I suspect that is debatable,” Arden answered, unrepentant. “Anyway, it ended well, since I saw you. Speaking of things promised and agreed to,” his amused tone faded, “you promised to never go out without guards.”

Mattin nearly snapped his reply. “I have guards. They just seem to have gotten lost. I’ve been waiting for them to find me.”

“Sass,” Arden named him, not exactly placated, before giving the rest of the market behind Mattin a glance. “I see them. They’re looking for you.” If Mattin’s snappishness had amused Arden, that amusement did not last. Arden gave a nod, evidently to guards that must have spotted the king. Mattin did not envy those guards in that moment.

“The market was suddenly packed. None of us expected it,” Mattin excused them softly.

Arden’s expression didn’t change until he looked down at Mattin again. “If you won’t think of me, then think of what it would do to Mil if something happened to you.”

Mattin opened his mouth—although he had no argument against words that gutted him—then abruptly remembered Arden was in the market too, and if he had guards, Mattin didn’t see them.

“And if something happened to you?” he asked coolly, a perverse part of him enjoying Arden’s moment of surprise at being chastised. Then he wondered if it was more that Arden forgot that Mattin might worry over him too.

Or that anyone might. It was a brief thought but Mattin knew he was going to find himself sleepless over it at some point in the future. So he glanced around, not seeing that he and Arden had drawn any undue attention, then he darted forward to rest his cheek against Arden’s chest. At least he could feel leather beneath Arden’s vest and shirt. Arden had some protection.

Arden’s arms came around him, which was nice too.

“I was starting to worry,” Mattin admitted, although he hadn’t forgotten his point. “I’m glad you’re here. But why are you here?”

“Ah.” Arden said it like an embarrassed person might stumble over their answer. But Arden was rarely embarrassed about anything. “Cael is still recovering from her small illness. So are the members of the council who apparently shared their sickness with her. While I could be reading all the lovely research you did for me,” he paused when Mattin harrumphed loudly and pointedly, “I found myself with an afternoon off. And Mil said you were ‘off to do some tasks in town that please him,’ and I thought it might be a good way to spend a few free hours; seducing a pretty man I might happen to run into in the street.”

“So you snuck out,” Mattin said first without thinking, raising his head to regard Arden suspiciously. Then the rest of Arden’s words sent his mind whirling. “You what? What?”

He had no idea why this made Arden smile, but it was such a distracting smile that Mattin couldn’t think to protest when Arden stroked the side of his face. “Seduce a pretty man I happened to run into in the street,” he said, low and warm. “One who I believe I once heard speak longingly of such a thing.” His fingertip grazed Mattin’s parted lips. “Of course, if he was not amenable to being seduced, I thought I might take him shopping. I’ve never done that, spent money extravagantly like a fool in love. When I should have, there was no need.” Outguards only needed what they could carry. “Except for good food or a night in a comfortable bed, with a hot bath for him when he was sore or especially tired. Those things I could provide then. Now… jewels, sweets, books… I could drown you in them. Both of you. But you’d have to show me the way.”

As though Mattin had ever done such a thing either. He drifted forward, catching Arden’s finger to kiss it, then recalling himself and inching back with a burning hot face.

“I….” He had no clue what to say in response to any of that. He didn’t even know his own voice. “Arden?”

“Unless that’s too wild for you, dear heart?” Arden prompted gently after several seconds of Mattin gazing at him in confused wonder.

Mattin resisted darting guilty looks around them to focus on Arden, who seemed patient and still on the surface like a palace fountain frozen in the winter. But his gaze was another matter.

Allowing Arden to escort him through the market was the logical answer, the simplest and by far the least embarrassing, or potentially embarrassing.

“Too wild?” Mattin asked instead of whatever he ought to have asked while his hand strayed up to Arden’s collar and then to his throat to find warm skin.

Arden flashed a smile. “You did say you wanted to be ‘a little wild’ once, unless I heard you wrong.”

Mattin’s face was surely colors of red never seen outside of a sunset. He kept his gaze firmly on Arden and hoped his hood would preserve some of his dignity. He bit his lip and pretended to consider, even though Arden must know what Mattin wanted, since he took Mattin’s hand from his neck to press kisses to Mattin’s knuckles.

“What would…” Mattin lowered his voice even more “…seducing me entail exactly? Nothing too public?” Mattin was alarmingly breathless at the possibility.

“Mattin Arlylian,” Arden leaned in to pronounce the name, soft and careful, over Mattin’s ear, “that is your choice. A room if you like, or the nearest alley if you prefer.”

Mattin’s breath noisily caught in his throat and he ducked his head to wheeze and cough against Arden’s chest. “Arden,” he croaked.

As if that had told him Mattin’s choice, Arden practically purred over the top of Mattin’s head. “A room, then. Like secret, illicit lovers… though of course Mil will be delighted to hear of it.”

Mattin whined quietly but it was not an objection.

#a suitable consort (for the king and his husband)#a suitable 'verse #r. cooper #charity prompt #charity prompts 2023

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Tbh it's just Tumblr tag culture to tag all sorts of spoilers? Because we can't just assume everyone had the previlege and luxury to have had access to the internet and to consume fiction media as it came out..... Like my case may be extreme but my family was literally too busy squatting and living as ~illegals~ so we could never have an internet or cable connection for like 8 years. So I've got A LOT of catching up to do on pop culture etc and maybe one of my followers was in the same or a similar situation? Anyway that's how Tumblr works, we just tag spoilers because it doesn't cost anything and it doesn't ruin the experience of people who were too living too unstably, people who lived in rehabilitation centers, people who weren't allowed to consume certain media because of their parents, people who've put off watching a show because of a particular trauma or squick but who still want to watch it eventually etc

Okay now you're just being fucking annoying. Why are you tying your personal sobstory/trauma to something as stupid as TAGGING A POST. It's not even a tw tag either (bc if it was then i would understand) it's literally just my POV on when spoiler tags should and shouldn't be used.

Let me simplify this One more time. Tagging for spoilers on tumblr only works if everyone collectively does it. That way people can block said spoiler tag for a set amount of time, so everything tagged with #(content) spoilers will not show up on their TL. Example: new season of sex education dropped. People are tagging their posts about S4 with #sex education s4 spoilers, or just #sex education s4 because most people who don't want to get spoiled will have those tags blocked. That's how the tag system works. Everyone needs to do it, otherwise spoilers will still show up. People especially did this when avengers infinity war and endgame dropped respectively, bc those fandoms are very serious abt spoilers.

For atla there is NO USE in tagging spoilers because NOBODY DOES IT ANYMORE. This show is older than a lot of you on this fucking app. If you decide to go through the atla tag on tumblr, or follow atla blogs, you WILL get spoiled even if you have the spoiler tag blocked because i can't think of a single atla blog i follow that tags their fucking spoilers nowadays.

I'm not saying you're not allowed to tag spoilers. In fact i have never once said the words "don't tag atla spoilers". What i am saying, is that it's redundant to do so and it kind of makes you look stupid because, again, fucking DUH!

Once again you people are pretending like the internet needs to follow YOUR rules. "Oh people might not watch now bc of a trauma and might still want to enjoy the show later" ok and? Don't go following or reblogging atla blogs before you've even watched then, bc you WILL GET SPOILED. You're responsible for creating your own internet experience. I haven't watched sex ed s4 yet so i blocked the spoiler tags and for good measure i'm not scrolling the main tag either, because i don't rely on other internet users to do the work for me (even though i don't rlly care that much abt spoilers for that show). When heartstopper s2 came out i couldn't watch for two days bc of work, so i avoided everything to do with that show until i watched. That way i didn't accidentally get spoiled by someone who forgot to tag or just doesn't tag.

(Like i said this is different for tw tags, like tw flashing or tw gore or tw sexual assault. Those are things everyone absolutely must tag for the safety of everyone online. I would not want to be responsible for someone having a seizure bc i didn't tag a gifset with tw flashing)

This is my opinion on spoiler tags. It leans into my opinion on spoiler culture as a whole tbh but i digress. Once again: you can tag whatever you want. I just personally find it redundant and i'm allowed to make fun of it. I'm not making fun of YOU, i'm making fun of the concept of tagging spoilers for something that's nearly 20 yrs old. Hence the star wars spoiler joke i made, or when someone in the tags said someone got mad for spoiling fucking titanic (which is hilarious bc that's a historical event lmao).

This is the last i'll say about it bc honestly you're just pissing me off now. I'm allowed to enjoy posting about my show without having to pay mind to people who haven't watched yet but might in the future.

#ask dori #anon

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6.4 msq spoiler thread

YES! YES....ZERO GOURD FEAST BEASTS

i need this buff PERMANENTLY

ESTINIEN

MAN WHAT

HURLING

DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT

ZERO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yshtola is so good at indirectly cheering people up in that shrewd old lady way. not that she's old just well matoya

I like how they put pen and paper in estinien's room like he's literate

dragons are always wanting to pop out their eyeballs

erenville are you...? the golled more...? can i go with you..

can we kiss

god he appeared on screen and SORRY vrtra but i need him to continue and tell me about his life and I need to go with him

now they're blueballing us about a mysterious letter

i like how zero's just been there like well I guess you know everybody on earth then

margrat. i need more of her bizarre behaviors

i forgort

thancred calling it "social struggles" YOU GUYS ARE MAKING THIS AWKWARD FOR ZEROOOO

these drake ass polar bears

the aetherfont is sooo gorgeous also I forgot my codex broke and nearly let thancred die. long time since ive healed a trust party as well but we go slow smell the ice bears

oh my god :U

thancred: just stick stay close to this one

gourd: slowly turning head with his o_o frontal bird face

they just let thancred tag along just beacause. not to be mean but we could also just meet new people

U Guys Are Leaving Gourd OUt of the Conversation Hinting At Something Happening To Come What The Hell So He Doesn't Get Alone Time And You Guys Are Getting Jobs Without Him Anyway

zero voice Idgaf about that

can the garleans get over their magic fear already you live in a world where there are glowing horses

damn that's crazy

msq is always very strangely gentle and thorough relative to others when it comes to dealing with garlean trauma or maybe thats just my hater lens. anyway the whole they are bigoted and small minded because they'd been hurt stuff is getting old and it's kind of crazy how this hurt people hurt people stuff is the limit here

trust me i dont really want 2

a weird bit about the whole garlemald thing is the bizarre angelic benevolence of the ilsabard contingent. not ONE person has been like you know you guys spent the past half century fucking up the entire world and you still demand respect for your gay ass tower because the imperial family sat their asses in it. anyway i have problems with the whole we're actually a totally 100% saintlike patience goodhearted pure intentioned foreign aid group thing We Have To Save The People Of Garlemald on the side of the alliance since the start but whatever

warmachina.

i dont want the thank you from this man LMFAO

zerooo 8[ also so much of what zero recounts explains. Cylva.

aw that's true jullus

LMFAOOOOO THEYRE MAKING THE WOL THINK OF ZENOS BECAUSE OF THIS CONVO? gourd did NOT trust that man unless you mean trust him to be awful. and what did zenos trust in the wol that he'd fight him eventually? I GUESS? MAYBE THEY MEANT HE WANTED TO TRUST US BUT I ALSO DO NOT CARE?

we're not friends just because someone calls you their friend 29083902 times 💀 i think that dude barely had a concept of gourd as a human being with his own life

an act of trade also can be an act of charity. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THEIR POLITICAL WRITING IS SOMETIMES SO.....garlemald is still absolutely at the alliance's mercy + they still obviously believe in right by might re: that one line from the old dudes so there's no reason for them to not be cognizant of the fact we can just take by force and doesn't handle the hanging But Why Aren't They? question at all. this was a pity deal and everyone's like friendship and hope <3. im not saying goodwill and sincerity cannot exist between groups but this requires a sense of solidarity that we do NOT have with garlemald considering we still have to step entirely around the subject of their imperial affairs

you see as a nation they're not equals. they're the languishing half dead scattering remnant of an empire that built its wealth and prosperity for a time on war, theft, and enslavement of the rest of the world and radz and the alliance absolutely could just turn the tables and invade and probably just wipe out everyone here without breaking a sweat. of course that's abhorrent but it's crazy that THIS particular pain even the mere thought of it is made to not exist while the garleans get to be complicated about it. they want to keep their national name and pride with none of the consequences and we don't even demand that as if a nation is sacred and untouchable even after everything. I don't get it bro

i like the way varshahn says wyrm

THE LITTLE SQUICH SOUND WHEN I TAKE HER EYE?

glitter guy....

#ffxiv #6.4 spoilers

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Okay bestie for the dvd commentary ask- the latest chapter of IYLO!!

"Hm." Steve tilts his head, examines the side of Tommy's face. It's so dark inside the car that he can barely see him, and Tommy looks nervous. Maybe because it's just them.

"Why're you so scared, man?" Steve says softly, watches Tommy swallow in his seat. "You're the one that brought us here."

"Wasn't my idea."

The silence stretches. Steve approaches the line once more. He forgot what it was like to be around someone who can't hurt him, thinks he could squash Tommy if he really wanted to. If he was still that kind of person.

"It's not like Carol ever cared."

"Not about that, no." Tommy says, and Steve slides in. Drunk. He only feels it when he nearly rests his chin on Tommy's shoulder, body warm, the imprint of Meghan's fingers against his chest.

"She thought it was funny when we kissed that time." And the times after that.

Honestly I’m not a great Reader like it takes me a little while to get shit so it took me a while to pick up on HOW much IYLO (ie like… all of it) is Steve working though heavily ingrained homophobia or just accepting the reality of his sexuality and then I went back to reread bc the first time round I was like “oh it’s just friends to lovers” but no there’s like a lot that you bake in to every scene and subtlety I LOVE but that’s all just me fangirling ANYWAY I would love to hear all about your personal thoughts for the implied stommy and fucking around they did and the impact you think it has/had on their (including Carol’s) dynamic, the full extent of what their situation was (if it’s not like.. spoilers for future scenes!) and Tommy’s whole deal in it as well! It’s like 6 am idk if I’m making sense hahaha neway LOVE u love the chapter every email I get telling me you’ve updated is like Christmas!! 💋

ooooh so you're almost having your own slow-burn with IYLO <3 i love it. i'm trying to write it in such a way that it will be a fun one to reread!

and yesss, the stommy of it all. you're not the only person with this question!! i got a comment with a line like 'what the hell is the nature of tommy/carol/steve's relationship' and like. yes. i have not made it clear in the slightest. which is part of the fun, because now we get to talk about all the things lurking beneath the surface!!

it's not a spoiler for things later on, because i think tommy has served his purpose (? i feel mean) in steve's narrative at this point.

iylo meta below the cut. apologies in advance for how messy this is, i'm just writing stream of consciousness:

i've written tommy as bisexual and carol as straight. and as for the dynamic, if they were older and they weren't all toxic about it, i think they would be able to hook up but only in specific situations.

getting ahead of myself. in terms of background, this is what i'm thinking - in high school, the dynamic is tommy attempting to remain close to steve as steve starts breaking free of their familiar mold. steve is clinging to his identity as someone with social power (but in the context of high school politics). and the high school aspect is important because they are young when this is all going down. it's confusing, not clearly defined, and so i don't think they have a cut and dry answer for what their friendship looks like behind closed doors.

steve and tommy were childhood besties, and then in early HS years, tommy gets a gf, starts spending all his time with her. it makes sense that steve ends up tagging along, perhaps bringing whatever girl he's dating. or not. maybe it's just him.

tommy and carol have one of many arguments, and then steve and carol end up drunkenly making out. steve tells tommy later, but surprise surprise, tommy doesn't really care. and carol calls steve a pussy to his face for telling him. it's weird.

steve realizes he's being used (by carol). so. he does what he does best. coaxes tommy into a kiss when it's just the two of them, waits for tommy to bring that back to carol. steve never gets confirmation that he does tell her - carol doesn't let that slip for a long time - but it's something that keeps on happening.

so....... i suppose i have written stommy as being a side effect of a steve and carol power play. but carol is much more invested in maintaining it than steve is (like how she makes out with tommy after having him drive them to ~lookout point~). and that bothers her. because at the end of the day, it's steve who was calling the shots with the three of them. and now he doesn't even care enough to keep doing it.

carol was PISSED at steve prior to chapter 7 (hence the chilly exchange at his birthday party). the double date is a continuation of carol's own mission lol. she tells tommy to call steve up and go on a double date, she picks out the girl. but the flaw here is that steve isn't as 'tuned in' as he was before and doesn't even see that for what it is, and so carol has to throw it in his face. and that's also the big reason steve doesn't have any intention of sleeping with meghan - she's pretty much a pawn in carol's game, and steve fucking her would pretty much be carol fucking steve (sorry meg).

so, yes. i think that's the biggest conflict between carol and steve. carol doesn't give a shit that steve and tommy have this Thing between them, but she hates that tommy listens to steve.

steve and tommy have the foundation of an actual friendship, pre-carol. carol and steve do not have that same foundation. so even though steve is was in control, without tommy, they have nothing.

isn't writing fun?

[fanfiction dvd commentary ask game]

#jfc reading this over like 🤨#but hopefully this makes sense #is your light on #stommy #steve/tommy/carol #reminds self that this is a steddie fic and this is Not The Point #(but it is. all of it is the point. this is all part of how steve became who he is!!)#king steve. may he rest in peace #vio answers #ask game #iylo meta

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Master List Here!!

Yoooo, so here is another part of my long list of H.Cs incase you hadn't read that long list so this long list would make some more sense and I don't want it to start from one (1) again so it'll start off as point fifty-three (53) cause why not. This would be a story of it's own, but I hadn't done fanfic in a long time now so I just chose to do a list of H.Cs in order of how her time went. You all are free to use the ideas as a story or drawing idea, just tag me so I can see it, I love seeing others creativity!! 🤣😂

So I reckon there'll be a few lists of these, I don't mind, it's quite fun!! And I have a short fic just for fun. Slight spoiler, but involves Riju after the events of TotK and being a Gerudo. I feel like that should of had a subject in the game, considering what we see in the Dragon Tears. Still a fun game but I'mma have fun with it anyway.

And anything I think funny, I'll share, there's one (1) in my drafts about a funny dream I had about being at Lookout Landing.

So without further ado, cause I held you up long enough with this A/N, onto another long list of Head Canons I have for Zelda in the past!! Enjoy!!

💪😎💕

53. Mineru had unintentionally nearly gave Zelda a heart attack when in her spirit poe form. She was just using her ability to see if she had left a tool in another room on the floor below when suddenly the little blue flame was caught in a jar. Zelda then went to proudly show Mineru, only to find Mineru sitting on the ground, almost as if she sat down to meditate, and Zelda freaked out cause she wasn't reacting to her.

54. Sonia came in and saw the crying Zelda. She calmly looked at the jar on the ground, saying that Mineru is just fine. Zelda sniffled and looked at the jar. The flame formed enough of a resemblance to Mineru's face, causing Zelda to nearly shatter the jar by her grip when opening it.

55. Mineru returned to her body, nearly flat on her back on the ground cause the scared Zelda crashed into her with a hug and literally thought she was dead. Mineru apologizing, saying that she didn't think to show Zelda what she meant by her ability before. She'll make up for it, she swears it. Rauru forgot when the last time was that Mineru got so upset with herself like that.

56. All was good and catching the ghost with a jar became a running gag for them ever since.

57. Mineru also proved that she is just as capable of looking scary when she wants to. She had accompanied Sonia and Zelda when they went for their walk. A Horriblin had gotten past a construct guard and blocked their path. A second did the same from behind, blocking the only other means of escape. The Zonai quickly reacted by pulling Sonia and Zelda close to her, showing her enemy her claws. Ears pulling back, fur sticking up, eyes wide open glare and sharp teeth showing, almost making her look feral. Even the growling reminded Zelda of a wolf that was ready to pounce it's prey.

58. Sonia assured Mineru that she'll handle one (1) of the monsters and to just to make sure Zelda is safe. Mineru hunched over Zelda more as Sonia left to be behind them, claws extending just a little bit more than what's normally seen.

59. It was a tense stand off. The Horriblin creeping on closer as they crawled on the ceiling, they're makeshift weapons at the ready. It all happened so fast.

60. Sonia's opponent threw the it's weapon at her, it definitely got it's hands on part of a throwing spear. Sonia uses her recall ability to stop the spear in place and threw a rock at it, stunning it into hanging limply dazed as the spear back tracks towards it at high speed. Sonia did master her control of time after all.

61. Mineru's opponent lunged at the same time as it's companion. Mineru was able to pull Zelda back with her and grabbed the spear. Zelda couldn't see past the Zonai's arm, but she felt her self being pulled to the side and pushed toward Sonia, who sent the spear back and through its head, it was gone in a plume of red and black smoke before it even hit the ground.

62. It was then Zelda saw it was indeed the Zonai who pushed her towards the Queen, seeing the reason why it was done. The sharp top of the spear would have been right in her eye, had Mineru not used her arm to block it.

63. Mineru pulls the Horriblin off the ceiling, not even letting it even recover or hit the ground before she grabbed it by the throat and slams it down. Taking the opportunity to use the newly enquired spear to impale it before it too, disappeared into smoke.

64. Zelda stood in shock as she watched the two (2) look around, Mineru adjusting her ears to hear more in different directions as Sonia called upon the guard constructs. All she could do was repeatedly mutter "I'm sorry."

65. The threat wasn't over however. A Guard Construct appeared and informed Mineru and Sonia that that a load of monsters had infiltrated the back of the castle, advising they retreat to safety.

66. Mineru ordered it to escort Sonia and Zelda to the safe room nearby, she'll head back to her office. Zelda reluctantly followed Sonia and the Construct.

67. Once inside the safe room, Zelda began to hyperventilate. The memories from the past one hundred (100) years was flooding in, feeling useless, her friends/her family in danger, she couldn't do anything as they fought to protect her.

68. Sonia had quickly noticed this, and simply ask her to look her in the eyes and answer a set of questions.

What was her name - Zelda.

Tell me two (2) things you smell? - The wood burning at the fireplace nearby and Sonia's perfume.

Tell me three (3) things you feel? - The fabric of her outfit, the cold ground she was sitting on and Sonia's hands holding hers.

Tell me four things you hear? - Their breathing, the fire cackling, the battle nearby and the bug buzzing just out of sight.

Tell me five things you see? - Sonia, the fire, the books, the brick walls and .... Where was Mineru?

69. Zelda felt more grounded thanks to the questions, but her heart was in her throat when she noticed the missing Zonai. This was terrible déjà vu.

70. Sonia listened to Zelda about how the Champions' lives were brutally cut short during the Calamity. How she felt completely useless at that time and it was happening again. Didn't matter if Mineru and Rauru were experienced in combat, so were they and it still happened!

71. The first Queen held Zelda. Assured her that none of it was ever her fault and neither was this. The Zonai will return, just wait. But they have to make their way to safety. Oh, so they weren't in the safe room like she thought.

72. It was when they did reach the safe room that they thanked their lucky stars for the delay. A Lynel was rampaging amongst the rubble of what used to be the door and walls. It turned to them and charged. Many constructs formed many lines infront of the two (2) women, acting as a barricade to allow them to run elsewhere.

73. It wasn't enough, Sonia's time powers could only delay a living creature for mere seconds. They were cornered very quickly into the pursuit.

74. Zelda bravely tried to stand in front of Sonia, as if making up for her past weaknesses, and shut her eyes as she waited for the blade to make contact.

75. It never came, but a loud crash and mechanical noises did. She opened her eyes to the sight of a six (6) armed, huge construct that was welding an electric weapon in one (1) hand and a blade on another as the remaining four (4) held back the Lynel with as much strength as it can muster.

76. The shock was enough it stun it, the blade finished it. It seems that the constructs had done enough damage that allowed the huge construct to finish it with ease. It turned to Zelda and she froze.

77. "What's the status report?" Was asked by the Queen.

"The castle wasn't as run over as we thought, thankfully the horde had been eliminated. I got the all clear from the dispatched captains."

78. "The fifth thing I see, is Mineru in her construct." Zelda couldn't help but say quietly in relief. It earned her a slight chuckle from Sonia and the construct tilting its head slightly at her.

79. The women and Rauru rendezvous at Mineru's office at the same time. When everything was ok, Mineru returning to her body and standing beside her brother, Zelda couldn't help but hug them both. It startled them, but the saddened look from Sonia told them all they needed to know, tightly but gently hugging her back.

80. Mineru was the only one (1) in the castle who was injured in the conflict. It has been found that the monsters were in a nearby village first, but thankfully Rauru was there at the same time with the Rito Sage. The castle sustained minimal damage thanks to him having a construct warn the others as they held the majority back.

81. Zelda didn't allow Mineru to do much afterwards though. She had sustained a few more injuries due to having encounter the Lynel, a sprained wrist and cuts and bruises, minimal thankfully but it was enough to slow her down.

82. "This is why I prefer to study." She told the young Hylian as she was getting patched up. "Never was much of a brawler. Just enough to get by, at least until I got to my Construct."

83. Zelda learned that when the Zonai were slowly dying out due to unknown circumstances, Mineru had been the only guardian Rauru had. Fighting came easy to her when she needed to but she was never a strong brawler. It was why she made the robotic guards and Golem in the first place.

84. That was all she learned before the Rito Leader came into the halls, reporting to Rauru and Sonia the results of the failed monster raid. No death, many injured but none too major or life threatening and the village and castle are going to take a while to repair.

85. With a hand under his chin, Rauru thought of a way to get it all fixed faster. It was then that Sonia suggested using her Recall ability. The village wasn't too big.

86. Zelda immediately volunteered to help Sonia as it would make for good training. It was settled, so long as Rauru made sure his sister didn't over exert herself.

87. It took a day for the village, but the castle was another matter. It was too big for both women to use their powers on everything, so the Rito Leader suggested that they accompany him back to Rito Village.

88. Rauru had observed Zelda's behaviour after the incident, how tired she looked after the training opportunity in the town. He didn't hesitate to agree, it would be nice to be with his old friend again after all this time.

#tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #princess zelda #king rauru #legend of zelda #queen sonia #mineru #Zelda #Sonia #Rauru #TotK #totk headcanons

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M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S2

Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?

Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.

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I can tell I’ve really accessed the elder millennial (& elder) demographic with my M*A*S*H posting (doing...numbers? hullo!) by, above all, the 80% consistency rating of those reblogging it also adding tags. My people. We gotta find things later.

Season 2! Absolutely, get in here, loved this one: to bits. I did swing around the order again this time, primarily to pace the Hawkeye runs himself ragged episodes—too much of that at once might cause damage, nearly did me. I am kidding: I did not avoid this. Hi broken, I'm Dad!

M*A*S*H - Season 2 Recommended sequence

2x01 ‘Divided We Stand’ - A reintroduction to the 4077th in our second season together through the psychiatric officer sent to investigate whether they’ve all gone mad out there and should be broken up. Spoiler alert: of course, and of course not.

2x02 ‘5 O’Clock Charlie’ - Every day at 5 o’clock, a North Korean pilot flies overhead and tries* to bomb the nearby ammunition dump (*tries). Just chock-a-block with bits. Fun fact: Alda’s foppy infantry drag routine probably the moment I truly fell in love with him—“That’s about it.” This too would have made a wonderful season opener honestly, but we just get two!

2x04 ‘For the Good of the Outfit’ - And now we sit down with a thump: Hawkeye & Trapper try to get the American military to take responsibility for shelling a peaceful Korean village, and learn that the Army, surprise, has no whistleblower protection. No B-plot, we’re just doing THIS.

2x05 ‘Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde’ - In this hurt/comfort but we nearly forgot part of it fanfiction, Hawkeye Pierce stays awake doing surgery for…possibly 48 hours if I've calculated this right, but then after that another shift, and another…oh jesus. He stays awake for something like three days, all but spare minutes of it pulling bits of metal out of chest wounds, it breaks something in him, and then for the next night & day more he continues to sleeplessly wander the camp spooking and unnerving people like an irreverent broken ghost. This is probably the best episode I’ve seen yet. Every time you hear the sound of choppers, and he just looks up from the shadowed caverns of his eyes… HUGE ohh honey! episode, and also like, ..fuck. Fuucking fuck. “Dear Harry, Who’s responsible?” I could lovingly detail every single thing that happens in this, very up to and including the warm circumstances of the little closing scene, which I ache over.

2x09 ‘Dear Dad…Three’ - That’s WRITE, it’s another letter writing episode, with a number of differently toned scenes strung together with pretty impressive balance. A tense surgery, a goofy home video that accidentally makes everyone verklempt, a perfectly absurdist staff meeting, and meanwhile: The Gang Solves Racism! Well, corrects a racist. Involves ridiculous antics don’t even worry. Ginger has the funniest part and thank god.

2x10 ‘The Sniper’ - There’s a sniper. This is a situation where this episode is so well written and edited, just sterling 25 minute story construction, that I’ve deemed it too good to be sunk by its one too many sexual assault jokes. I mean kinda makes it even more of a peak early season M*A*S*H episode, if you think about it.

2x12 ‘The Incubator’ - One of my favorites of this season to be honest! An eventual sort of Milo Minderbinder riff on byzantine and corrupt Army supply chains, in which Trapper & Hawkeye wear their dress uniforms and at one point stand in as investigative journalists asking tough questions at a military press conference—hot.

2x13 'Deal Me Out' - A wonderfully pitched antics ep, especially memorable for the deep bank of recurring guest players: Sidney Freedman, Sam Pak, and even Colonel Flagg. I have since started playing poker and it is remarkable how many elements of this exact game have already occurred. Minus the surgery.

2x11 ‘Carry On, Hawkeye’ - A flu epidemic sweeps the camp, and if the sight of people wearing masks and looking worried isn’t moving enough for you In Our Current Era, the only folks left standing as the war casualties keep coming in—Hawkeye, Margaret, Radar, and Father Mulcahy—trauma bond about it. Exquisite. I adore this one. Also another for the annals of Hawkeye shouting down the line to a superior officer about finding a husband.

2x24 'A Smattering of Intelligence' - Honestly it's not about these slipshod spies: it's because Marlene Dietrich is back in town.

2x20 ‘As You Were’ - Love that when this started I was thinking eh it was probably not making my list. A whiplash episode par excellence. Hot Take! - I think this does the kind of thing ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ wants to do better than that one actually does.

2x22 ‘George’ - A scene or two into this one, Hawkeye comments in the mess tent that one of the kids they just sewed up was really bruised, and not in a combat way, like in a someone beat him way, and I idly muse, hey, in the version where we kick it up a notch: he was beat up for being gay, and comes out to Dr. Pierce because of course he comes out to Dr. Pierce, the kind chaotic bisexual energy is palpable even behind the surgical mask, and then self-identified Aunt Hawkeye has to figure out how to save him. I would have signed a statement giving up my blog in the event were this to actually come to pass, and done so laughing. But then in the year of our lord 1974, DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. Good thing my mouth was healing because I yelled.

Oh, and if you’re wondering if Benjamin ‘Homoerotics’ Pierce took this network-granted opportunity to come out as straight—

no.

2x21 ‘Crisis’ - They Were All So Cold, redux, variation: There Was Only One Tent. Not quite like that, although does include Hawkeye and Trap essentially sharing a bed and as many layers of Army surplus as they can scrounge while jibber-jabbering with Klinger as he puts on cold cream and Father Mulcahy does an impromptu stand-up bit in his Loyola sweatshirt, and for this and many reasons, this one about burst my heart in warm coziness. Easily the most endearing & domestic thing this show has done to me yet. I’m compromised. Haha fuck, I’m compromised!

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