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kissofthemis · 10 months

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Hello, may I request headcanons for the NXX boys when they hear reader (who isn't mc) that usually only addresses them by their last name calls them by their first name for the first time, while giving a heartfelt compliment with the softest and sweetest expression?

Bonus if they're normally shy yet silly in general. Another bonus is if they did it without realizing it and immediately fluster when they realise what they did, and puff their cheeks when in denial when called out upon.

Thank you!

"Thank you so much! Luke, you're a lifesaver!"

A wave of relief washed over you as Luke repaired the final piece on your drawer. You still weren't sure how you'd ripped the cabinets clean off their hinges, but all that mattered was that your friend Mr. Pearce, antique repairer extraordinaire, had come to your rescue.

Mr. Pearce.

Luke Pearce.

You hadn't realized how casually his name had slipped out of your mouth until it was too late. "I... Um... Mr. Pearce! Thank you!"

Humbly you bowed your head. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you could only imagine how much you resembled a boiling lobster right about now. Cautiously, you tilted your chin up just enough to get a peek at the brunet's face, only to find...

That he looked just as flustered as you.

His gaze darted to the floor. "L-Luke..." He stumbled over his own name, and you could have sworn you saw him bite his tongue in his own embarrassed frustration. "Luke is fine. Great, actually." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Because... we're friends, aren't we?"

His eyes flickered back to you, aglow with the warmth of a fireplace but the intensity of a bonfire.

"At least, I've been trying to put down clues that show you I consider you a dear friend."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You tend to these all by yourself? I can tell how much love you pour into your garden, Vyn!"

Awestruck by the vast array of flora and foliage before you, the words fluttered from your lips before you had a chance to truly think about them.

Of course, you meant what you said! When Dr. Richter had invited you to see a garden, you were excited at the prospect of going to fancy botanical gardens. When he mentioned it was his own personal garden, a healthy dose of curiosity sprouted alongside your eagerness to see his home. Now, upon seeing how beautiful his "humble" garden was, you were impressed and delighted.

But as a moment passed without any response from the gardener himself, you began to worry that you'd said something inappropriate. "Don't tell me, is Dr. Richter bad with prai--"

You clapped your hands over your mouth and began bowing rapidly, bobbing up and down and up and down.

"Dr. Vyn! I mean, Dr. Richter! I'm so sorry! That was super informal and super rude of me! Oh, Dr. Richter, I can't apologize enough!"

A gentle hand came to rest upon the top of your head, stopping you in your tracks.

"Now, while I'm qualified to treat them, I'd appreciate if you didn't give yourself a concussion from whipping your head up and down so many times." He chuckled softly as you rose to a full standing position again, then gave you a gentle pat.

"Raised them with love, you say?" he murmured. "I don't know if I'd put it that way. I'm simply following standard guidance and instructions for each and every species of flower." He pursed his lips for a second, then continued. "But if tending to flowers is anything like tending to people in need of tender love and care..." He turned to look at you, and his golden eyes glinted in the sunlight.

"Then I'm sure you have quite the green thumb yourself."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"This is the best grilling I've ever tasted in my life, Artem!"

You had barely spared a second to sing the attorney's praises before digging back into your meal.

When you'd fallen ill with the latest seasonal flu, you had messaged him as a courtesy to let him know you wouldn't be able to meet him this weekend as planned. You certainly hadn't expected the star of Themis Law Firm to offer to bring you some food. You were less prepared when he said he was going to cook it himself, asking for your favorite foods and flavors.

Least of all did you expect his food to be so delicious!

'Never judge a book by its cover,' you thought as you devoured another spoonful. 'I just didn't expect Mr. Wing of all people to have the time to learn to cook so well!'

You peeked up at him, concerned that he hadn't responded yet. He probably wasn't the type who received compliments often; he seemed like the type who intimidated others. Respected, but never appreciated in this way.

"Your cheeks are really red. Are you catching a fever from me?"

Wildfire had spread across his face, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his nose. If he got sick because he was taking care of you, you'd never forgive yourself!

"You... perhaps need more rest," is all that he said in response. "But..." He smiled gently at you.

"If a flu is what it takes for you to loosen up around me, I can't truthfully say that I'm upset about it."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You designed this? Marius, you're a creative genius!"

Your jaw dropped as you absorbed the details in the painting before you. The effect was almost reminiscent of a stained glass window, with the way the colors and strokes created a mosaic image. You could easily see this hanging up in a museum or even a church.

But like a dog who received one treat and was desperate for more, the painter turned to you with big, pleading eyes and whimpered, "I couldn't hear that. Could you repeat it, please? For me?"

He wasn't usually this pathetic. "I said you're a creative genius!" You folded your arms over your chest. "Don't make me take back the genius part."

"No, no~ Before that."

Before that? What exactly had you said that brought this CEO to wag his tail so desperately?

Realization struck you like lightning and you spun away from him instantly. "Mr. von Hagen, it's very unprofessional to tease me like this!"

You could almost feel the mood shift as Marius deflated behind you. "Aww, you were being so friendly a minute ago," he whined. "Even calling me Marius~ Marmar~ Mariri~"

"I didn't use any stupid nicknames!" you protested, whirling to face him with flustered tears stinging your eyes. "You're such a pain in the neck, Marius!"

He perked up immediately. "Oh! There it is again! We are close, aren't we?" He leaned forward, the corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin as he batted his eyelashes at you.

With a huff, you shifted your attention back to the painting. "On second thought, I think this is too abstract for the exhibition. I guess Pax can't host it after all."

"Whaaaat? Now that's just too cold!"

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #gn!reader #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #marius von hagen #Thank you for the ask!

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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painkiller (part three of lessons in alchemy)

barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU

summary: After a rocky start, you and Eddie seem to be turning over a new leaf, but a small misunderstanding is sure to change that. You help set up the cafe for the Halloween party, which you end up going to after much begging by Colette, you try to make Eddie jealous and a healthy dose of liquid courage helps things get sentimental.

cw: 4k words, jealous!eddie, swearing, allusion to smut, reader being essentially a sensitive baby, some miscommunication, eddie being a softie for reader, no y/n, no physical description of reader, boys being silly, mention of throwing up/ retching, drinking (everyone is of age), it gets a little bit fluffy towards the end

read part 1 here, part 2 here

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"You guys fucked??" Colette's voice booms in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Colette, the whole freeway didn't need to know that. And no, we didn't fuck" you take the exit that brings you into Daisy Street, the one towards the cafe.

"Then what? Steve keeps talking about how you guys look at each other like you wanna run to the back and fuck like bunnies" she nudges at you and you roll your eyes.

"Remind me to ask Steve to drive you to work next time, since you guys are such good friends" you smile at her.

"Yeah, whatever, so what happened?" she nibbles at her bagel.

You take a deep breath in. There are no secrets between you and Colette. "Well, he... spanked me" you hear her gasp, without giving her time to start talking you keep going; "Then he took me to his office and fingered me, but he didn't let me um...finish because I wouldn't apologize to him. Then he drove me home" you say, all in one breath.

"You kinky bitch" she laughs, a hearty laugh. After she comes down from her fit, she continues, almost like a phantom hand slapped some sense into her. "But what an asshole! Because you wouldn't apologize to him? And he drove you home?"

"I swear he's so confusing. He wouldn't let me take the bus." You just got your car back after two days without it because of a leak. You pull up into the parking lot.

"Shit, he's outside" you whisper. He's sitting on the curb, cigarette in hand, scrolling through his phone. Something tells you he isn't there to make drinks today. His hair is down and he's wearing chunky rings in both hands. You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it.

As much of an asshole as he is, you've been replaying the night before on a loop for the whole morning. You swallow.

"Too late to turn back and make a run for it" Colette quips as you park the car as further as possible from him.

"So what, do I just go in like 'Hey fancy seeing you here, remember when your fingers were in me last night?' or do I just ignore him?" you groan as you open your car door, grabbing your bag and jacket.

"Maybe wait for him to speak to you? I dunno. He should apologize, that was fucked" Colette says, closing the car door.

You both walk towards the cafe's front door. Eddie catches your eye immediately. Fuck it, your shift wouldn't start until two- thirty.

"Col, I'll meet you inside. Thanksgiving menu is launching soon, Steve'll have your head if you don't walk in right this second" you joke, she just nudges your shoulder and winks at you, as she disappears inside the cafe.

"Y'know" Eddie speaks, taking a long drag out of his cigarette "you shouldn't gossip about me when I can hear you from around the corner. I take it she knows?" he exhales a cloud of smoke, making you take a ragged breath at the way the smoke falls from his lips.

"Maybe you shouldn't overhear my conversations. Ever thought about that? And so what if she knows? Steve probably knows too" you spit.

"I usually don't tell Steve about the girls I fuck. Last night wasn't even a fuck, really. I just showed you what was so incredibly obvious to the naked eye, sweetheart" he puts the cigarette to his lips again.

"Which is?" you don't have patience for the slow drawl of his voice, sounding like he's just woken up. The way his fingers wrap around the cigarette, his lips puckering up as he sucks into the filter. You shiver.

"That we wanna fuck each other. Don't tell me that you're not looking at me and not thinking about what I did to you last night" Gotcha. He smiles around the cigarette.

"You really do think too highly of yourself" you sit on the curb, keeping a distance between you two.

"I've been thinking about last night the whole morning" he blurts out, putting his cigarette out on the sole of his boots “It was good, but you were kind of a bitch about me not letting you cum. Maybe you should rethink about apologizing” he smirks towards you.

“Well, I don't think last night should have happened at all" you shrug, pretending like the way he's playing with his chain bracelet isn't affecting you. He turns towards you.

"Is that so?" he says, voice a bit lower, gravelly. You inhale, then nod.

He takes out a stack of black papers from a folder in his messenger bag, you take the chance to change the subject.

"What's that?" you ask, trying to peek over the the wall of black posters.

"The posters for the Halloween party next week. My friend Nancy just designed and printed them out for me. I scheduled you on Friday to come in and help with decorating, I'll pay you extra, since it's not in your job description. I'll talk to Jim about it" it's a lie, he just wants to spend more time with you.

"Am I required to come to this thing?" you interject, taking one of the posters in your hands, it's very well designed.

"Well, no. But the staff is invited anyway and I'm gonna be at the bar making free drinks, once a year we turn our bad boy coffee bar into a, y'know bar bar" he says, a movement of his ringed hand follows it.

"Oh, so you're a bartender too? What concoction are you gonna brew for this party, Mr. Alchemist?" you ask, chin propped on your hands. A flirtatious lilt to the way you talk, you bat your eyelashes.

"Guess you gotta come to find out" he winks and stands up, opening the side door to his van.

"Where are you going?" you ask, squinting to look at his face, the sun in your eyes.

"These posters aren't gonna hang themselves around town, are they? I just came here to hang one on the bulletin board and one on the door. Wanna come?"

You're not sure how to feel. He's suddenly being nice to you? And you wanna say yes so badly for some reason, maybe because you're tired of fighting with him and he seems like an actually cool person to be around?

"My shift starts in five minutes" you say, standing up and dusting off your butt.

He shrugs his shoulders "Consider this your shift? You're still technically helping me with the cafe" his tone is bordering a whine, can this man be that desperate to want you to come with him?

You really are pondering your options, it doesn't feel normal that you'd want to go with him instead of a chill shift without Eddie Munson's hovering eyes.

"You coming or not? And the pun was intended" he chuckles to himself as you hit him in the arm.

"You're an asshole" Alright, fuck it.

"You win" you grumble, jumping on the passenger seat of his van. The same van you were in the night before, cursing the man because he had left you unsatisfied.

In the back of the van there are stacks of boxes full of prints. You reach for the black poster he was holding earlier.

"What's 'Corroded Coffin'?"

"The band I'm in" he says, a creeping smile on his lips. Nonchalant, like he hadn't dropped a heavy piece of Eddie lore.

"'Kay so, you're a barista, a bartender, a business owner and you're in a band?!" eyes wide in disbelief as a smug expression appears on the boy's lips.

"The four b's, baby" he laughs "Me, Jeff, Gareth and another dude have been in this band since high school, tried to strike out but uhhhh different plans I guess" his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Lemme guess, you're the drummer?" you ask, finding yourself oddly at ease as he drives the car around town.

He shakes his head, his ratty curls moving around his face "Lead guitar and singer" lips pulled taut in a thin smile, face scrunched up.

"Shut the fuck up, I hate you! That's why you're so fucking slappable" he laughs at your comment as he thrums his ringed fingers along with Love me like a Reptile on the steering wheel. You gulp.

"That's why you're so good with your fingers, then?" it escapes you before you can even register what your brain is computing, but he's turning on his indicators to pull over, because he's quite literally doubled over with laughter.

"Jesus I did a number on you, didn't I sweetheart?" he says in the midst of his fit, and you can feel yourself getting hot, embarrassed, like he's making fun of you.

You really thought that things between you two had smoothed over, but the way he's laughing at you has your cheeks growing in anger, the cockiness exuding from him doesn't spur you on or stoke whatever fire you're kindling, rather it makes you feel humiliated.

You grab your bag and coat, immediately opening the latch to the door of his van. Eddie stops laughing immediately.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he asks, head jerking towards you.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then you can hang your fucking posters by yourself. I’m going back to the store to do what I am actually paid for. Fuck you, Eddie” and he barely has time to reply before you slam the door of his van and you book it back towards the cafe.

The shift feels uneventful, until Colette and Steve take you to the kitchen to sample the menu for the party.

The boy fixes the glasses on his nose as he shows you strawberry brain jellies, spider falafels, mini spiderweb pizzas, and the sketch of a big Halloween cake.

“That was Steve’s idea, actually. It’s blueberry and cream cheese filling on one tier and then I think custard on the second one. You’re gonna die, Steve’s custard is actually to die for” and he blushes at that, a quick brush of his face as his eyes twinkle at the compliment.

Steve and Colette have been spending a lot of time together after all, you chuckle to yourself as you reach for the spoons with the cream filling samples. Colette was not wrong, that custard is an incredible explosion of lemon and milk and vanilla, you're astounded that Steve and Colette were able to pull this off in such a short time.

There isn't much you can tell them, as their culinary talent greatly exceeds yours, wondering why they didn't ask Eddie to do the tasting, who seemed nowhere to be found for the rest of your shift.

On Friday, he seems to be quite busy with various movers and decoration people to even pay attention to you as Jeff stands on a ladder with you yelling "higher!" every time he tries to hang a string of lights.

"Well, I'm a barista, not a fucking architect" he yells from atop of the ladder, as Gareth rolls out a bunch of boxes sitting in a cart.

"What's that?" you ask, still making Jeff mess with the purple string lights “to the right, man!”

You hear him groan.

"Our twelve- foot skeleton" he replies, taking the plastic parts out "good thing our ceilings are tall" he snickers as Jeff finishes setting up the lights and comes down.

"Why the fuck do you have a twelve- foot skeleton?" you lean against the ladder, watching him take the bone parts out of the boxes and setting up the first few bits.

"Eddie thought it would be hilarious if we got one our first year of doing these Halloween parties. We usually get the skeleton something stupid to wear, this year it's a giant clown nose" he laughs as you move the ladder towards him to help facilitate the building of this fucking monster of a decoration.

By the time night rolls, the coffee machines have been removed for the party and replaced with liquors, spirits, glasses and shakers.

Finally Eddie comes out of his office, hair mussed out of his messy bun, eyes puffy and tired as his eyes widen at the decorated party room around him.

Red, orange and purple lights hang around the perimeter of the walls, along with orange tulle fabric and various decorations on the theme of bats, skeletons and pumpkins. The twelve- foot skeleton stood tall in that stupid clown nose, at which he laughed at. He shot you a pained look before leaning on the bar counter.

“Wow you guys, you’ve really outdone yourselves this year” he mutters, taking a close look around at all the decorations.

“It was the girls, really, they’ve just been bossing us around the whole day” Gareth responds “we’ve just been their lackeys” he laughs.

“Regardless of that, I just wanted to thank you all for the splendid job, we should be expecting around 150 people in here tomorrow night, hope you guys are ready to party. Now get the fuck out of here” Eddie says as he motions for you and everyone else to leave as the guys protest “go get some rest, it’s literally midnight”

There’s a clamor of voices as you vacate the cafe, discussing costumes for the party, how fucked up everyone’s gonna get- Eddie being the last to leave and lock the door.

Before heading to his van, though he surpasses you, walking to your car.

“I trust you’ll be there tomorrow? You must be fun at parties, right?” he snickers, you roll your eyes.

“Sorry, Ed, previous engagement I have to attend to. Devastated to be missing the party of the decade, I’ll send a postcard” you unabashedly lie, there’s no reason you should be going to that party.

You give him a sour smile and head towards your car, as he stands stunned in the middle of the parking lot.

Without much ceremonies, you and Colette get in the car.

“Are you actually not going tomorrow?” your friend is outraged, a betrayed tone tinging her words.

“I dunno, I really don’t wanna see Eddie’s stupid face, plus I don’t have a costume” you shrug, entering the freeway.

You could do what you’ve always done since college- a sexy cat, make Eddie sizzle a bit, an unspoken revenge towards that unsatisfactory night where he refused to push you off the edge.

You don’t know what this is, whatever game you both are playing, a never ending tug of war of power and stupid fucking remarks at the expense of one another- why can’t you just sleep with him and get it over with?

“I’ll get you a fucking costume, babe! Just please come, Steve is being really weird to me and trying to ask me out, I’ll buy you lunch, dinner- anything” she begs, and you don’t see why Steve asking her out should be an issue, he’s handsome and the way he looks at her and the way she talks about him seems to be special, something you’ve never had in a person.

“Colette, I honestly do not see the problem in Steve trying to ask you out. You like him!” you bang your hands on the steering wheel in frustration, why can’t anything ever be easy?

“I like him in the sense that I want to fuck him, not go out with him. Besides, Gin isn’t going and Chrissy has a midterm Monday so she’s gonna have to dip early. Do you really wanna leave me in the middle of a pool of nerdy men?” she’s whining and pleading with you, it almost makes you fold. Almost.

“C’mon, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you” she bats her big eyes, and she’s right, she wouldn’t do that to you because she knows that men put you off, being surrounded by them even so.

“Alright, fine, and you don’t have to get me a costume. Sexy cat is the way to go” you grin at her as she gets out of the car blowing you a kiss.

“I love love love you, I’ll see you tomorrow” Colette runs inside after that.

You can’t say no to her.

And that’s why you find yourself in the midst of countless amounts of people, a third martini and a couple shots in and Colette is nowhere to be found.

Eddie, on the other hand, is at the bar. Tight, black, form fitting shirt, his face looking pale and pasty as a rivulet of what looked like fake blood dripped out of his mouth. You could only see it when he smiled, but he had glued fake fangs on his incisors- a vampire, how original.

You approach him at the bar, mind already loosened and buzzed, as he’s pouring a drink out.

“Was expecting something more original than a vampire from you” you scream over the music. A smile creeps on his lips, and you have to admit, the fangs are really doing it for you.

“I was expecting nothing less from you, though.Thought you weren’t coming?” he leans against the bar counter, his arms flexing from the exertion of shaking drinks for the past hour and a half. You stare, and he’s sure you are.

“Didn’t wanna come, Colette begged me to save her from Steve asking her out, so now I’m here” you take one last swig out of your martini glass “that’s really good, actually, can I have another one?”

Eddie shakes his head “Steve’s asking Colette out? When was this?”

You shrug “apparently it’s been going on for a while. Honestly, I don’t know how she does it, I would not be able to resist Steve’s cute little puppy eyes” and here it is. The drunken ramble.

“Honestly I don’t know how you all do it, I’d be ogling at Steve and not getting any work done, actually. Have you seen his arms?” you giggle, maybe at an attempt to make Eddie jealous, maybe because those were your actual thoughts.

Either way, that made Eddie’s stomach turn in a way that he wasn’t liking. How you were staring at Steve, in his Marty McFly costume, the tight pants and the coiffed hair- biting your lip like you weren’t talking about his best friend.

He chalked it up to drunkenness, the intoxication vivid on your blushy cheeks, as jealousy bubbled in the back of his mind, a small version of himself in his head wishing you’d talk about him like that.

“Yeah, I’m not making you any more martinis” he says, a dry chuckle escaping him.

“Boo, first you don’t make me cum and then you take the martinis away from me? You’re an absolute bore, Eddie Munson” and you fake yawn with that, a silly laugh follows it.

“Sweetheart, you might not want to talk about that in a room full of people” he leans against the counter, and his fangs are looking really good in the glistening purple party lights.

“Are you suggesting we go somewhere private to talk about it?” you wiggle your eyebrows, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll.

Taking care of your drunk self for the rest of the night is the last thing he wants to do.

“No, I’m suggesting you go home. You’re drunk” he yells, shaking another drink and pouring it into a cup.

“I’m actually fine, thank you. I’m gonna go talk to Steve” pettily you stand up, turning away from him and booking it towards Steve, who is trying to talk to Colette.

You don’t make it far, though as you go back to the bar wobbling, stomach churning with bile threatening to leave your mouth.

“Eddie, I don’t feel so good” and he damns himself for how fast he comes around the bar to drag you to the employee bathroom.

You’re kneeled on the black tile, dress hiking up your thighs as Eddie holds your hair as you fight for your life bent over the toilet.

Eddie’s hand is running up and down your spine, the thin shirt making you feel every ridge and callus, as he feels your back flex and relax with every retch.

“It’s okay, let it out” he says, every time you tense up. You’re sobbing in between.

Cries of “I’m sorry, Eddie” and “It’s okay, I got it, you can go” echo in the tiled room, but he stays. His hand firmly planted on your back, caressing, a stoic expression on his face when you emerge, finally done and a bit more clear- headed.

“You good to stand up?” he asks, you nod meekly as he hooks his arms around yours, holding you up to walk to the sink. He opens the cabinet and takes out a little bottle of mouthwash, still holding an arm around you to help you stand.

“Wash your mouth, then take some of this” you watch him bewildered as he opens the faucet, and you lean over the sink, the fresh water is a relief against the acidity your taste buds have had to endure, not caring that it would wipe some of your makeup off.

“‘M sorry, Eddie” you mumble in a whine, between gurgling the tap water and spitting it out.

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home after this” he says, as he turns off the faucet and feeds you the blue liquid, watching you rinse and gargle it, spitting it out.

“I’m okay now” you sigh, defeat in your voice as you escape from his grasp to sit down on the tiled floor.

Concern tinges his face as he runs to sit next to you “Do you have to throw up again?” you shake your head.

He looks at you, eyes glossy and a bit teary, your nose and cheeks reddened from the alcohol, or from the exertion of throwing up, your lips swollen. God, he really wants to kiss you.

“Thank you, Eddie” it’s a whisper, ashamed as you look at him. Fangs and all, with the bright white fluorescents hitting him, hair mussed up and sweaty and a look in his eyes that makes you soften a bit.

“Yeah, it’s- uh- no problem” he mumbles, he sees you shiver. He wants to put an arm around you, give you his jacket that he left in his office, but he wouldn’t dare leave you for fear of you leaving him and not coming back.

So you just hold yourself flush against him, he’s still warm from the crowded room of bodies and smells like a smoky cologne, leathery with a hint of coffee. The fluorescent lights buzz and it’s the only sound in the bathroom and he tries to fight the urge to not put an arm around you, but when he does, you look at him. Big brown eyes staring into yours, bewildered and a little relieved, you haven’t run away yet.

The makeup around your eyes is a bit smudged from the sobbing, stray glitter under your bottom eyelashes, he silently puts his thumb on it, getting black make-up and glitter all over his finger as his hand rests on your cheek. You blink.

The breath in his chest is trapped, waiting with bated breath for you to come to your senses, leave him angry on the bathroom floor, like you did a few days before.

Instead you stay, as you move in and kiss him.

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onskepa · 2 months

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Hey I wanted to send a request in for a type 1 diabetic reader with Neteyam and sullys I never see diabetes anyway, so I think it's be interesting for them to see her just inject something into her arm anytime she's eats something and at first their kinda like 😨 "what was that?" Before she has to explain. If you don't want to do thats okay ❤️ and have a good day !!

Hellooooooooooo darling! So I will say this up front. This request hits a bit personal for me, since my mother is type 1 diabetic too. So hopefully you enjoy this one along with everyone else!

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Tsan'ul

“I think we should have our lunch break now, doing chores all day really worked up and appetite” lo’ak says while wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Him and his siblings along with spider and tsan’ul all sat down together under a shade from the trees.

“Finally” tuk sighs tiredly. Kiri and neteyam happily unwrapped the packaged meal their mother prepared in the morning. Handing everyone their portions. It was one of their favorites. Wrapped in steamed leaves, there was meat mixed with roasted fungi sprinkled with puffleaves for that yummy salted taste. Fortunately its the type of food spider and tsan’lu can eat without feeling sick.

Everyone ate their fill, they all relaxed and gathered their energy before continuing on. Spider however nudged at tsan’lu, “hey dont forget your insulin” he reminded her. Tsan’lu makes a popping sound and grabs her pouch. Everyone looks at what she is doing and takes out a long yet thin vile.

“What is that…?” tuk asks in a bit of a whisper. Everyone silently observes tsan’ul as she takes out the blue cap of a needle. Lifting her sleeve up to the shoulder, a white patch is revealed. Removing the cover, tsan’ul injects the needle to where the white patch was. It only lasted a few seconds when she removed the needle to cover the spot of the injection. Rolling down her arm, she sighs in relief.

“What?” she asks.

The sully kids were staring at her wide eyes.

“Die-ah-beetees…?”

“Diabetes”

Tsan’ul was giving a little lesson to the sully kids as they all gathered to know what they just saw.

“Sooooo….there are two types?” Kiri asks, tsan’ul nods.

“And you have type 1?” lo’ak asks soon after. Again, tsan’ul nods.

“So this whole…diabetes sickness. How does it affect you? Were you born with it? '' Neteyam asks, still feeling a bit confused. “And how come just now are we seeing this?” kiri adds. Tsan’ul felt a bit shy as they pointed it out. But if they are curious, why not share?

“Well for me, I wasn't exactly born with it. But it does affect me in a slow manner. Right now I can be as healthy as I can be, but when I grow older things will change” tsan’ul explained. “How so?” tuk asks. “

Smiling a bit sad she replies, “because I have diabetes, my health may decline later on. My vision won't be the same, some organ failure or worse, my heart can weaken or other health problems. Since my body no longer produces enough insulin. And insulin is very important for our human bodies. It helps control blood sugar. So, for example, since we just ate our lunch, I have to take this pen”. Tsan’ul takes out an unopened insulin pen to show to the kids.

“Of course there are other ways to take this. But insulin pen injection is better for me, I can easily carry and already has the right dose for me to take” the human girl goes on.

Lo’ak was close to touching it but tsan’ul pulls the pen away before he could. “Nuh uh, no touchie. This is only for me” tsan’ul gently warns as she puts away the other pen back in her bag.

“You said you weren't born with it. So how did you get it?” Kiri asks another question.

“That kiri, is a story for another time. Come on, we wasted enough time already, gotta finish our chores before the eclipse” tsan’ul tells. Everyone agreed their break was already long enough. Packing their things they head their way back to where they were.

However, as everyone was quick to change the subject of the topic, neteyam wasn't fooled. When kiri asked her question, neteyam didn't miss the strange look in tsan’ul’s eyes. Clearly kiri touched something she didn't know and tsan’ul was not so keen on answering it.

After everyone had their fill at the communal dinner, neteyam was chatting with his siblings when he noticed tsan’ul leaving with her bag. Spider is still here, perhaps to take her insulin medicine again. Deciding not to leave the girl alone, neteyam gets up and silently follows her to keep her company.

So neteyam follows her to a little area both were familiar with. Not too far from the village. Tsan’ul sits comfortably on the ground, taking out her insulin pen. “Mind if I keep you company?” Neteyam says out of nowhere, it made tsan’ul jump startled. “Phew, neteyam you nearly scared me to death!” she says with a huff but a friendly smile. Neteyam returns that smile with his own as he sits next to her.

“Are you going to take your…medicine again?” neteyam asks. Tsan’ul nods and starts to prep her pen. Removing the cap, it reveals a needle. Looks slightly different from the other needles neteyam has seen before. Tsan’ul removes the white patch from her arm and gives her skin a bit of a pinch and inserts the needle to the area.

Neteyam stays silent, letting her concentrate on what the human girl has to do. And like before, after a few seconds, she removes the needle and covers the spot with the white patch. “There, all done” tsan’ul concludes. Putting away the empty covered pen back in the bag, she leans down to lay on her back, staring up at the starry night sky. “Thanks for keeping me company neteyam, you didn't have to” she thanks. .

Neteyam gives her a little grin, laying down beside her, “didn't want you to be alone” he says.

And they stayed in a comfortable silence together, enjoying the beautiful view. However, neteyam had to ask, he knew he would be touching a sensitive topic. “When kiri asked you…how you got the disease…you didn't answer her '' he says slowly. His large hand slowly reached her smaller hand.

“We were wasting time and had a lot of stuff to get done, so of course I couldn't tell her” Tsan’ul answers a bit too quickly. “Couldn't? Or wouldnt” neteyam says, almost challenging her. There was a long pause between them. “We have nothing else to do right now. Maybe you can tell me? I promise I won't tell kiri or anyone else for that matter” he swears.

Tsan’ul released a long deep exhale. And a slow blink.

“My mom”

Neteyam’s ears perked a bit to hear her correctly.

“Your mother?” he repeats.

Tsan’ul nods.

“My mom is also diabetic. For the majority of her life. She believes it's her fault that I got the sickness. A curse she would say. Always feeling guilty that I won't be as healthy or as strong as a normal human. I do my best to tell her it's not her fault, nobody, not her, not me would have guessed I would get it. Yet she can't help but feel guilty for a crime she never commited…”

Neteyam listened very carefully. Tsan’ul’s voice carried sadness and a sort of guilt of her own.

“Does it run in your family?” he asks.

Tsan’ul shrugs, “I am not sure. But, I wouldn't be surprised. From what norm told me, being a healthy human is a luxury and a privilege back on earth. So I would assume it is normal…”

“Hey, its not her fault. It is also not your fault either. How you got it doesnt matter, what matters now is that you are here and alive and thriving. So what if this diabetes has you, you can overcome it. You are strong tsan’ul. And I know you won't let this set you back. I have seen how you can be. So the only thing you can do is continue to be who you are and get better every day, "Neteyam encourages. Tsan’ul smiles, intertwining her hand with his.

“Thanks neteyam, I needed to hear that ''

I may have used some real life stuff for it. Also I had to ask my mom so many questions for this. She did wonder why the need to know, I had to make an excuse. But I am happy how it turned out. So I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! see ya!

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Tsan'ul = Improve, get better

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Ghost!Robin Part 9

First, Previous

I'm posting early this Wednesday! I've down time at work as I wait for the centrifuge to stop spinning my antibodies (48 minutes left of 2 hours). And I have plans after work. So it's either now or at 11 pm my time.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason.

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Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

Thank the ancients for Jazz, because he had no idea how to respond to that. She was the one who placed a hand on Jason’s arm and asked, “What’s Lazarus water?”

Meanwhile, Danny focused on sending out calm, no danger, safe feelings to counteract Jason’s projections.

It seemed to work slightly as Jason lowered his gun, but he didn’t put it away. “Just green, bubbling liquid that collects in pits and will kill the healthy but return the mortally wounded to life with a side dose of uncontrollable rage.” His eyes were glued to the duck in Danny’s hands.

That sounded like the opposite of good, Pariah curse it. “Jazz, why do your in-laws keep giving me more work to do?” Danny groaned as he mentally moved a few things around his to-do list.

He handed the duck to Robin who gave a thanks trill as he took it.

Danny continued, “And, Jason, can you tell me where these pits are so I can get rid of them? Sounds like there’s some leaks between the Infinite Realms and the moral realms that were never dealt with because Pariah was the worst.”

“Who is this ‘Pariah’ person?” asked Damian. “You have mentioned them before.”

Danny was going to reply when Alfred cleared his throat and the table went silent to look at him. “I understand there’s a lot of information everyone wants to know from our guests, however I believe it has been recognized that they wish us no harm. So perhaps we might allow them to at least taste the pie Master Jason and I worked hard on? We also have ice cream, Mr. Danny.”

Jazz took the excuse to tug on Jason’s arm. He hesitated a moment, still looking uncertainly at his ghost playing with the duck, but obediently sat down without saying anything more.

“I haven’t had ice cream in ages,” admitted Danny. “Haven’t even been on Earth for months my-time. Only been a few weeks Earth-time, though.” Taking his fork in hand, he tried a bite of the pie. It had at least four different types of fruit from what he could see—cherries, raspberries, strawberries, and peaches. It was amazing. Over the time they’d been talking, it had cooled slightly, but was still warm. “Holy shit, you two made this? It’s so good!” Without waiting for a response he took another bite. “Ancients, I miss Earth food when I’m gone so long. Jazz, can we get burgers tomorrow?”

“Of course, Danny. Has it really been that long for you? When was the last time you saw Sam and Tucker?”

Danny shrugged as he swallowed. “I’ve been out of contact with anyone for a month my-time. Grandpa had me on another planet doing time-stream stuff. But Sam and Tuck were with me in the Realms before that. We had about a week together and they saw me off.”

“I have so many questions based off that statement,” said Dick.

“I’m compiling a list, Dick,” said Tim from the other side of the table.

Alfred cleared his throat again and about half the table muttered a “sorry.”

“Now, Mr. Danny, for ice cream, I’ve made French vanilla and chocolate. Would you like to try one or both?”

“You made the ice cream? I don’t think I’ve ever had homemade ice cream before. Can I take some of both?”

“Of course. Master Jason, could you pass the ice cream to Mr. Danny?”

The wave of annoyance that radiated out of Jason told Danny exactly what he thought of that suggestion. Robin clucked his tongue in reproach. But out loud, Jason just said, “Of course.” He grabbed a covered bucket which must hold the ice cream and passed it to Jazz who gave it to Danny.

“Thanks, dead boyfriend number two!” With a grin, Danny sent back friends, gratitude, happiness to Jason. Just to be contrary.

Jason’s projections morphed into confusion, frustration.

Danny and Robin looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Mind explaining what’s so funny to the class?” asked Jazz with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Rather than answer her directly, Danny spoke to Jason. “Hey, Jay, can I call you Jay? Well, we’re gonna be brothers-in-law so I’m gonna. You really need to work on controlling what emotions you’re projecting. Otherwise I might get hurt by how much you don’t trust me.” He pouted and played up the offense, but only held it for a second before opening the ice cream and giving himself a large scoop of each flavor. “Oh, Robin, you can eat the duck, by the way. Like a popsicle. Have dessert with us.”

“What do you mean projecting? And brothers-in-law?” demanded Jason.

Danny ignored him in favor of Robin who grinned widely and licked the head of the duck. Outwardly, he projected tasty, gratitude. To really push the point home, he popped the head of the duck in his mouth and used his now-free hands to sign something.

Dick translated, “He says it’s good.”

“Of course it is. He’s a baby ghost, needs his ecto!” Danny took a bite of ice cream.

Jazz cleared her throat and said in a conversational tone, “Danny, remember the conversation we had about spoilers?”

“Hmmm?” asked Danny around a spoonful of pie. It was so good.

“Spoilers, Danny. You’ve let some slip.”

“I have?” Danny thought back over the things he’d said recently and froze. “You and Jason aren’t engaged yet.”

Jazz closed her eyes and looked up. “No, Danny. We’re not.”

Danny flushed and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry! Honest mistake. At least I haven’t told you how—”

Jazz slammed a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare, Daniel James! No spoilers!”

Danny grinned into her hand and licked her palm.

“Danny! Gross!” she cried as she pulled her hand away. “I know you have hand sanitizer in that bottomless pit of yours. Pass it over.”

As he was reaching into his bag, he noticed Robin had left his spot in front of Danny and moved until he was floating in front of Bruce where he seemed to be signing something. Cass stood up and took her plate, moving to sit next to Steph and Robin took her seat. The ghost smiled up at Bruce who looked back at him with a frown.

Danny sent out a pulse of concern, you okay?

Robin nodded. Happy, comfortable.

Ghosts couldn’t lie when they communicated with core-feelings, so Danny nodded and went back to searching for the hand sanitizer which he handed to Jazz.

Jason was back to staring at him, though. “Hey, Alfie? Can I ask Danny a question?”

Alfred let out a put-upon sigh. “You, and you alone”—he gave a look to everyone at the table—“may ask Mr. Danny a single question. All other questions must wait until Mr. Danny has finished his dessert and informs you he is willing to answer more of them.”

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I just want to tell all of you how much I loved every comment demanding Danny get to eat his pie. You all really made my week.

Over the weekend, I shared a bit more of the fic where Danny and Tim were online childhood friends. Check it out if that's something you're interested in!

And I guess I didn't include line I shared as part of the tag game in this update. I'm trying to give myself more of a buffer in case I can't get as much writing done in the upcoming weeks, so the segments I share might by somewhat shorter.

Tag List Part 1

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#dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #jazz fenton #anger managment #ghost!robin #my writing #he got his pie!#and alfred is glaring at every single person who looks like they are going to ask a question #its very effective #bruce doesnt know how to face the ghost of his worst mistake #but ghost!robin gets it #better than living jason #after all when bruce brought in kid!jason #it was just the two of them

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

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M6 and MC during a storm or other bad weather event? Can be as fluffy or as angsty as you please.

(Bonus: What kind of umbrella would each LI have, if any?)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during thunderstorms

~ the way my mind gets flooded with serotonin just thinking about thunderstorms XD I've added some pics of the kinds of umbrellas I think they'd use too ^.^ thanks for the prompt anon! - brainrot ~

TW for mentions of panic attacks in Julian's and Portia's sections and tooth rotting fluff in general

Julian

HATES thunderstorms

They take him right back to the night he lost his family, until he's a scared little boy holding his baby sister and waiting for his parents to come save them all over again

Just the sound of rain alone used to send him into panic attacks as a kid and young teen, but he's been an adult on his own for a long time at this point and it's rare for him to have that reaction now

That doesn't stop him from getting anxious though

He'll alternate between uncharacteristic silence and feverish chattering, making overly casual comments on the weather

He will also be laser focused on you. He knows it's irrational, but he's got a deap-seated fear that the storm will take you from him too and he will follow you like a shadow

He doesn't want to become a nuisance though, so he'll be fussing over you nonstop - layering you with blankets, insisting you eat or drink every thirty minutes, dosing you with vitamins, etc

Of course, you love him, so you find a way to make things bearable

The sound of thunder and sensation of cold rain bother him the most, so cuddling in bed where it's warm and dry and the blankets can muffle the sounds is ideal

The best is when you ask him to read out loud to you. He gets to be close to you, make himself useful, and stay distracted all at once. Just don't let him have coffee, the jitters will send his anxiety through the roof

(He rarely uses his umbrella, but it's as gothic as he is and has a raven head carved in the handle)

Asra

LOVES the rain

Their magic is water-affiliated as it is, and you're telling them that everything's being splashed with it? Well what are you waiting for, MC, it's clearly time to go outside!

Constant smiling and giggling

The streets are almost completely empty because everyone sane is staying inside, and he takes full advantage of that. It's the most childlike, playful, and hyper you'll ever see him

Tag, you're it!

They'll run and give chase for as long as you can manage it, and as soon as one of you slows down they're pulling you into their arms to dance. Don't worry about the music, they'll make it happen somehow

Kisses in the rain with his hair plastered to his face will never not be delightful. He won't hold still for very long though, if you hold him too close he'll take it as his invitation to tickle you and run

Puddle-jumping competitions for the biggest splash

If you're not in the city, oh boy, they're hunting for the biggest mud pit they can find and pulling you into a match

Does not have the healthy fear of lightning that he should. Will stand in the middle of a field or try to climb a tree for a better view, and you have heard him at his loudest when he shouts back at it

The foamiest hot bath when you get home, they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up with you in front of the fire with hot chocolate

(They don't like using their umbrella anyways, so it turned into a magical art project)

Nadia

Rain holds unusually fond family memories for her

For starters, it usually signaled a drop in temperature, which was a welcome break in the tropical Prakran climate

But back home in Prakra with six busy older siblings and royalty for parents, thunderstorms were when everybody took a break and spent the day together in the palace with games and tea

She doesn't have to think twice about continuing that tradition with you

She'll usually give everyone the afternoon off once basic Palace upkeep tasks are finished and spend it with you

She loves sitting on the veranda with you in the afternoon, commenting on the lightning and listening to the thunder and rain, drinking tea with you and telling you stories of her childhood

As soon as it starts to get dark she's taking you inside and putting together a dinner in the kitchens. You and the palace chefs know she doesn't really cook, so they'll leave some "ingredients" to find

"Ingredients" often being a cold roast bird of some kind, a freshly baked loaf of bread "hidden" in the cupboard, a bowl of greens with the dressing on a different table, and two "forgotten" plates of dessert

You don't know if she knows that kitchens aren't usually like that, and you have no intention of telling her otherwise

She'll retire with you to her chambers early, so she can lie in bed with the windows open and listen to your voice and the rain

(She has a collection of umbrellas for different outfits, mostly used for garden events)

Muriel

You didn't expect it, but Muriel feels supremely at peace when it rains

As a kid, it was one of the only times when the city would get quiet. He could go out in the rain, and just for once, walk as far as he wanted to without bumping into anyone or being looked at

He could stand in the middle of the widest street and hold as still and breathe as deeply as he wanted to without a single person yelling at him to move

And nobody wanted to attend the roofless Coliseum when it was raining

Out in the woods? It's even better

He takes a quiet pride in knowing that for once the forest is louder than the people are

And the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest

There's a part of the hut roof that juts out by several feet and he keeps a stool there. He'll lean back into the tree roots and stone wall, watching the curtain of rain an arm's length away with a contented smile

To him, rain sounds and smells like freedom and new beginnings

He'll never pressure you to join him, but he'll be so happy if you do

It's an atmosphere where he's the most at home in his own body, so you can expect him to initiate a lot more physical touch

He'll be comfortable enough to pull you into his lap and wrap a cloak around the two of you to keep you warm and dry

Gentle kisses against the cold stone, wrapped up in his warmth and a thick blanket while the earth smells fresh and the rain tap dances on the leaves all around you

(Asra got it for him as a gag gift and he unironically adores it and uses it all the time)

Portia

She gets super irritable when it rains

Do you know? What hair like hers likes to do? When it gets this humid? Do you know? How much time it takes? To clean up the bucketloads of mud? That Pepi tracks all over the floor?

Yeah, she didn't think so

She doesn't talk about it (and frankly, she's not the introspective type, so she might not even be aware of it) but the trauma of that shipwreck stays with her even if she can't remember it completely

So no, she doesn't get flashbacks or nightmares, but as soon as it starts thundering she's plagued with a sense of unease and danger that she just can't shake

She also associates it with watching her teenaged older brother panic and meltdown, which isn't the most positive memory

And of course, it doesn't help that rainy days mean keeping a very active person cooped up inside with nothing to do but keep house

She'll spend the first few hours obsessively getting her space in order - meal prepping, cleaning, organizing, list-writing

It's better not to get involved until there's nothing left for her to do

That's your cue to help her tie back her hair, brew some soothing tea (or something stronger, if she's really fidgety) and sit with her on the couch while she talks a mile a minute all about her week

It will take a few years, but eventually she'll come to associate rain with you so strongly that she might even come to love it

(She likes having the brightest, most distracting umbrella possible for such miserable weather)

Lucio

He doesn't like thunderstorms. At all

He's generally tougher than he acts - he grew up with Morga as a parent, after all - but his brand of bad weather as a kid was snowstorms and blizzards and fierce winds

Not all this business with metal-attracted bolts of sky electricity and sudden, loud noises and water that makes everything muddy and gets everywhere (especially on the dogs!)

Unless it's impossible, he's spending thunderstorms inside, no matter how tight your budget is

As soon as it becomes anything more than a light drizzle, he's cancelling all of today's plans and going off in search of affordable, effective shelter

If he had it his way, he'd do his best to sleep through the whole weather event hunkered down beneath a pile of quilts and blankets

The problem is with Mercedes and Melchior. They love the rain

There's mud! There's exciting new smells! Let them out, let them out to play!

And Lucio, of course, will let them out like the doting dog dad he is, and then they'll come back inside with their white fur drenched and matted with mud and shake it all over everything

The only thing all three of them agree on is that lightning and thunder = bad

The dogs of course have sensitive ears, and no matter how many times he hears it, it always makes Lucio jump (too unexpected)

Your cuddles will be desperately sought after and much appreciated

(The first umbrella is the one Lucio wanted to buy. The second is what he got, because it needs to fit in his traveling pack)

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #the arcana angst #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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drewsbuzzcut · 10 months

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Midnights Like This

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: pregnancy, mentions fear of rain/thunderstorms

Because not every problem can be fixed with a single moment, no matter how much you want it to, you and Mat enrolled in couples therapy. It’s not because you don’t love each other anymore, but because your communication has gone off the rails a tad bit. Your therapist recommended staying apart for a few more months just so that the both of you can rebuild that once healthy communication. They also said that small dates- family dates or just you two -are really good for keeping things fresh. You’ve never had a problem with keeping things fresh, but you still went through with random date nights.

You are going on month three of therapy, and it should be your last month before you move back in with Mat. The month feels long with you eager to be back home and in his arms all the time. You’re also five months pregnant, it’s getting harder to take care of two boys by yourself majority of the time. Usually Mat will spend the night at the Hampton’s house, but he’s on a roadie so it’s just you and the boys.

It’s close to midnight, you’re laid out on the bed, watching Mat play. Your body is relaxed and warm until you hear the echoes of thunder, and you see the flashes of lightning that sneak past the curtains. Your heartbeat starts to speed up, but you have to remind yourself to stay calm. You focus on the sounds coming from the tv, hoping to calm down and that the thunder won’t wake up Nolan or Angel.

The low sounds of your phone ringing startle you, but “barzy🤰” popping up on your screen slowly starts to soothe your worry.

“Barzy,” you say softly, afraid your voice will break.

“Hey, are you okay? Is Nolan okay?” He asks hurriedly, you can tell he just got back to his hotel by the sounds of him discarding his things.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” You try to play it off, not wanting him to be worried when there’s nothing he can do when he’s across the country.

“Y/n. It’s storming over there. I know they aren’t your favorite thing, and I know Nolan is terrified of them. So I’ll ask again, are you both okay? Is Angel good, too?”

You forgot about Mat’s habit of checking the weather for wherever you and the boys are when he isn’t with you. Momentarily you forget about the fear rising in your chest, love replacing that emotion.

“We’re all good. I got a little anxious, but talking to you is helping a lot,” you answer his question, hearing the sigh of relief that falls from his lips. You could really go for a kiss right about now.

“I’m glad. You know you can always call me, even if it’s hours in the night, you can call.”

“I know, barzy. I think I should let you go, though. I don’t want to keep-“ you’re cut off by a house-shaking thunder that’s followed by a cry coming from Nolan.

You’re about to jump out of bed to run to him when you hear his little feet thumping against the wood floors. He throws your bedroom door open, tears falling rapidly and launching himself into the bed and into your side.

“No, don’t hang up. Let me talk to my little man,” Mat requests.

“Here, baby. Daddy wants to talk to you,” you whisper into Nolan’s ear as he is pressed up against you, of course, careful with your growing bump. You can feel him shaking and his lip is trembling. He peers up at you with wide eyes as his crocodile tears continue to fall. You caress his cheek, and push his hair out of his face while putting your phone on speaker.

“Talk to daddy.”

“Hey, nols. I miss you, bub, so much. I know it’s raining and loud over there, but I really need you to protect your baby brother and mommy,” he says to him.

“And baby too,” Nolan adds, making you smile at the way he remembers his newest, unborn sibling.

“Yes, and the baby, too. Protect them, okay. I love you. You should go back to bed, it’s late. Cuddle and give mommy kisses for me,” Mat finishes.

“Okay. Lub you, too, dada,” Nolan says in his little voice.

“I love you, baby. Thank you for calling,” you say.

“Always. I love you more. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight.”

a/n: Hope y’all enjoy!

taglist: @literatureluster

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal angst #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

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buckybarnesss · 8 months

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Lurker now follower here, hi hi, I love your blog and all your insights and thoughts on Teen Wolf and Sterek!! I just finished a rewatch and then immediately started over from the beginning because I am Unwell 😂😂😂

I’m on episode one and I gotta say it’s pretty hilarious how Stiles immediately recognizes Derek. Like, I can only imagine how obsessed he was with the fire and the Hale family, and now Derek is back!!

I don’t really have more coherent thoughts on this, just my brain going BRRRRR so yea lol 😂😂

hi! welcome!

i know we all joke about how stiles immediately knows it's derek hale that he and scott run into because it is funny. like stiles baby. honey. the signs were there.

i've always gotten the impression the fire is something stiles remembers very, very well.

the hale fire changed beacon hills. the hales had been there since the town's foundation. they were a well off, prominent family. there was reason to suspect arson. multiple children died and the only known survivors were two barely adult children and a severely burned, comatose man.

laura and derek were high schoolers. cora was eleven years old and presumed dead.

we're told the only thing left recognizable of talia hale were her claws.

it's the definition of a tragedy.

not to think of the supernatural repercussions to the vacuum left behind.

stiles would've been about 10 when the fire occurred which is young but old enough to understand the severity of such an event. especially as the child of the sheriff.

he probably saw how it weighed on his father and had a healthy dose of morbid curiosity. he may have even have knew cora hale in that passive way you know other kids in your school even if you don't know them personally. one day there and the next dead. for someone like stiles who gets hyper-focused on things and has a lot of anxiety stemming from the death of his mother i can easily imagine how his mind didn't let it go.

meeting derek in person created a hyperfixation so intense and so unhinged it led to him recognizing teen derek hale at 50 paces or less in a mexican desert several years later.

as he got to know derek he unlocked the layered tragic backstory stiles really became derek's secret keeper.

and it is only stiles that gets these pieces of the puzzle that is derek hale. he's the one who goes through the hale fire files, he's the one who pieced together that kate argent preyed on a young derek and he knows about paige.

i find it interesting choice to have only stiles know these things about derek. scott never learns of these things that could possibly make him more empathetic towards derek. the writers don't use it that way.

especially because stiles learning these things never goes anywhere overt. it's all in the subtext of the relationship between derek and stiles.

like, stiles learns about paige and he does nothing with this information but we do see him with tears in his eyes over it. he doesn't ever learn that paige's death gave power to the nemeton either. jennifer only tells derek that.

he knows all of this about derek and never tells anyone. he only ever alludes to knowing about kate one time and it's in the overlooked when he gets in derek's face. i'm unsure derek's even aware stiles knows about paige. stiles carries all these secrets about derek and he never uses it against him. instead he continues to keep coming back again and again and again for derek.

more importantly he understands derek and what is love but the mortifying ordeal of being known.

that all said stiles is absolutely unhinged about derek and derek does nothing to curb this by the way. if it bothered him he'd stop it but they are freak4freak so derek probably finds it charming even if he puts up a few token protests just to bait stiles.

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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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This is the Story

Chapter 11

A/N: Here is the next installment for everyone's favorite couple: 1973 Elvis and Grace Dubois! We're fast approaching the end, so I hope you're ready for it! This isn't the last chapter, though, so don't worry just yet. Let me know your thoughts!

As always, thanks to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for helping me!

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and then a healthy dose of angst to round it out

Word count: ~3.6k

They have a few more minutes to spend in this haven of bliss before they have to get dressed for landing. He's not going to waste a second of it.

******

The next morning, Grace awakens to an empty bed. She sits up and looks around the room for Elvis, but he's nowhere to be found. Then, she hears his voice from downstairs.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." She gets up and wraps a plush black robe around herself. It's way too big, but it's better than nothing. As she makes her way to the stairs, she hears his voice again.

"SHE'S NOT LIKE THAT." She stops at the top of the stairs to listen. It sounds like he's talking about her. Now she hears the Colonel responding softly.

"She is a problem, my boy. I do not trust her. She cannot continue to live here with you. If the papers find out-"

"LET THEM! I don't give a shit, Colonel. I'm in love with her." She brings her hand to her mouth, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Hearing him defend her warms her heart, but she's scared of what the Colonel might do.

"You will move her out or I will do what needs to be done."

"Get the fuck out, Colonel." She inhales sharply. This won't end well. She hears the front door slam after the Colonel walks out and something crashes as Elvis yells. It sounds like he's thrown something and broken it. Grace is standing at the top of the stairs trying to decide whether she should retreat to the bedroom or go to him when he starts to come up. He sees her on the landing and visibly softens.

"Hey, honey. Did I wake you up?"

"No, no. I was awake. Everything okay?"

"Oh, sure. Colonel just doesn't approve of us, but I don't care." He walks up to her on the stairs and wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead.

"I hope he doesn't make trouble."

"He won't. Now, enough about him." He backs up and cups her face in his hands. "I made special plans for us tonight. Paulette is on her way here now to watch Wendy for us. And before you worry, I'm paying for it." Grace opens her mouth to protest, but then she stops herself.

"Thank you. What kind of plans?"

"Plans that require a pretty dress."

"Will there be other people?"

"Just you and me, honey." He leans in and kisses her lips softly.

"I need to go shopping, then!" He nods.

"I'll hang out with Wendy. You go and have fun." He thinks about giving her some money, but he knows how she likes to be independent. "Let me know if you need anything."

She smiles and nuzzles into his chest.

"I need you to come get in the shower with me." She says playfully.

"I think I can make that happen." He kisses the top of her head, smiling. They make their way back to the bedroom, stopping to make sure Wendy is still asleep. She is, so they head to the bathroom to start their day.

******

That evening, Grace returns from a day of shopping to a note from Elvis. He's already downstairs, but says she has an hour to get ready before she should meet him for dinner. Wendy has gone with Paulette to the apartment, so they have the house to themselves. A warm smile spreads across her face and she heads upstairs to put on her makeup and her new dress. She went with something a little out of character for her, so she hopes Elvis likes it.

******

As Elvis waits downstairs while Grace gets ready, he slowly becomes more and more nervous. He's sitting at the piano in the living room playing nothing in particular when he realizes that in all the time they've been together, they haven't really been on a date. And while they're not going anywhere, this is the closest they've come to going out together. He knows that eventually he'll take her out in public, maybe first to the movies and then somewhere where they can be seen together. He's ready for the world to know he's happy. But some part of him still worries about what the Colonel said. What if she's only in it for the story? Surely not. She loves him, of that he's certain. But will she still try to publish the book? What will people say when they find out the author is also his girlfriend? Or his wife?

There it is again, the desire to marry her. After the marriage he just got out of, he never thought he would want to be married again. But with Grace it's different. He wants her to know that he only wants her, that he's serious about their future together. And he just wants to be with her as much as possible for as long as possible. Is that enough to get a marriage right this time? By now he's stopped playing the piano and is fondling the necklace with her initials on it where it rests on his chest.

He's deep in thought when he hears her clear her throat behind him. When he stands up and turns to face her, his breath catches.

She is stunning.

And it's not like she's not normally beautiful. She always is. But there's something different about this particular night that has him speechless. He realizes his mouth dropped open and he closes it quickly as his eyes move up and down her body. Her black hair is smooth and straight and she has on her contacts again. Her makeup makes her dark eyes seem rounder and more open and her lip color makes her Cupid's bow even more noticeable as it crowns her plump lips. And the dress.

The dress.

It's shiny silver with thin straps and seems to be made of water with the way in clings and flows in all the right places. There's no way she's wearing a bra under it. It's also short, so he can see almost the entirety of her shapely legs where they end in her delicate ankles and feet strapped into black heels. As his eyes travel back up to her face, he tries to think of something to say, but he can't.

"Wow." Is all he can get out.

"You like it?" Grace asks timidly. He seems to be pretty stunned, but she's not sure if that's a good thing. While she waits for his answer, she looks him up and down as well. His hair is perfectly fluffy and tamed just enough to be irresistible. He's wearing a high-collared black velvet jacket with a black silk shirt underneath, unbuttoned several inches so that his chest hair is visible under the several gold necklaces he's wearing, including the one with her initials. His pants are tight in all the right places and the wide gold belt at his waist sets the all-black outfit on fire. For a second, she considers abandoning dinner entirely to drag him up the stairs. He seems to be having a similar thought, as she notices his eyes are darkening with lust.

"Honey, you look... wow." He adjusts himself under the belt and then walks over to her, taking her hand to lead her to the dining room. On one end of the table, there are serving plates filled with all of their favorite foods. At the other end, the table is set for two, with him at the head of the table and her on his left side. He's moved her chair so that it's closer to him than it normally is and when she sees this her heart melts. He walks to the table and pulls the chair out for her. She sits down and he helps her scoot her chair in before sitting in his own chair.

Before dinner starts, she decides to start a little game with him to see how he responds.

"Oh!" She exclaims quietly as she knocks her fork on the floor where it lands with a clatter.

"I'll get it, honey." Ever the southern gentleman, he slips out of his chair to grab the fork, but as he does, she turns just a little to face him and opens her legs a bit.

He inhales sharply and she suppresses a giggle. She isn't wearing underwear and he just noticed. He quickly reaches up and pushes her knees together.

"Honey!" She smiles devilishly.

"What? There's no one else here, is there?" The fact seems to sink in and he slowly pushes her knees apart again.

"What are you trying to do to me, baby?"

"Depends. Is it working?" He slides a hand up her thigh and begins to tease her clit with his thumb.

"Mmmm, I think it's working for both of us." He practically growls, his voice husky with desire. She leans back a little as he rubs small circles on her, bracing herself against the table and chair. Eventually, he stops and goes back to his chair. She moans softly and stands up next to him. He turns to face her and she slips the straps of the dress down her shoulders, letting it slide off of her, landing in a pool of shimmery fabric at her feet. This time his mouth drops open completely as she stands there totally naked, except for her shoes, in the dining room. He stands up and swipes everything on the table off onto the floor. Several of the dishes break, but thankfully nothing shatters. Then, he grabs her by the hips and sets her ass on the table. She lays back and he starts by dragging his wide hand from the middle of her chest down her stomach to her core. She arches her back as he moves down her body and then when he reaches her dripping wet pussy, he slides his middle finger into her. He finds the spot inside her that makes her wild and tickles it. She moans loudly and grabs on to the edges of the table. After a few seconds of pumping his finger in and out of her, he pulls his chair up and sits back down. Then, he lowers his mouth to her clit and starts to lick slowly up either side of it.

"Oh god, Elvis." She moans, desperate for him to move his tongue over her. Her clit is throbbing with need for him. "Please."

"Yes ma'am." He smiles and then presses his tongue against her hard, moving his head back and forth, before diving in fully and sliding his tongue into her slit. He drags it up to her sensitive bud again and begins to lick circles over and around her as she starts to feel the pressure of her orgasm building between her legs. He continues to push his finger in and out of her, adding a second finger and devouring her pussy like his life depends on it. The sensation of his mouth on her causes her eyes to roll back and she grips the edge of the table even harder. He licks and laps and tongue fucks her right there on the dining room table until she can't stand it anymore and she succumbs to the full weight of her orgasm, letting it pound into her from every direction until she almost screams.

He stands up, wiping his mouth with his hand and she sits up, undoing his belt frantically and unzipping his pants to reveal his rock hard cock. He bends his knees a little, lining himself up with her entrance. Once he's in the right place, he plunges himself deep inside her in a single thrust, filling her entirely as she cries out. His voice is deep and gravelly as he talks to her.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes, daddy, don't stop." It slips out without her even thinking about it and he stops for half a second. She looks up at him from where she lays on the table.

"Say that again." He almost whispers.

"Don't stop?"

"No the other part."

"Daddy?" He nods.

"Yes." She smiles.

"Don't stop, daddy." He groans and closes his eyes and goes back to pumping in and out of her with as much force as she can take.

After a few more minutes of him slamming his hips into hers, she pushes him back to sitting in the chair and climbs on top of him, sinking onto his cock slowly. Then, she grinds into him, pushing him deeper and deeper.

"You like that, daddy?" She whispers in his ear as she nibbles on his earlobe.

"I fuckin' love it, baby."

She moans as her nipples rub against the velvet of his jacket. The heat radiates off of his body as he sweats while she bounces and grinds on top of him. Both of his hands grip her hips, guiding her movements. He leans in and kisses and nips her neck. Moving back to her mouth, he moans.

"I'm gettin' close, honey." She kisses him hard.

"Me too."

He lifts her off of him and turns her around, bending her over the table. He quickly enters her from behind and goes back to fucking her with all his strength, reaching one hand around to the front and rubbing her clit in circles and keeping the other firmly holding her hip.

"Oh God, Elvis." Her legs shake as she approaches another climax.

"Come with me, baby." He groans as he gets closer and closer, pounding into her over and over.

Finally, she slams her hand on the table and cusses through gritted teeth as he drives into her one last time, waves of pleasure flowing from her center to her fingertips and back again.

"Fuck yes, Grace, baby, yes!" He shudders as she pulses around him, both of them riding the high of their combined orgasm. He stumbles back to sitting in the chair and pulls her onto his lap. He puts his hand under her chin and pulls her face to his in a soft kiss. She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him to her chest.

"You love me, Grace?" She pulls back and looks into his ocean blue eyes.

"Of course I do."

"And you'll stay with me?" Grace thinks to herself that for a grown man with the world at his fingertips, in his vulnerable moments, he looks shockingly young. She leans in and kisses him softly again.

"I'm yours, Elvis. I'll stay as long as you'll have me. I promise. I love you with all of me." He leans against her chest again and pulls her body in tight to him.

"You're the love of my life, Grace." She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head.

"I love you, Elvis."

They sit for a bit like this before her stomach growls and he laughs.

"We forgot to eat dinner." She laughs with him.

"We're going to need some new dishes." He pats her bottom and she stands up, fetching her dress from the floor. As she slides it back on over her head, he goes to get some new plates and silverware. When he comes back in to set the table, he chuckles when he gets to the fork.

"I'll tell you what, I'll never look at one of these the same way. I'll always just imagine you spreading your legs for me." She hits him lightly on the shoulder.

"You're a dirty boy."

"You started it!" He finishes setting the table and wraps her in his arms again as they laugh together, the warmth of their companionship matched only by the heat of their passion.

They spend the rest of the night eating and talking and laughing together until midnight comes.

"Happy new year, baby." He tips his glass.

"To us." She taps hers lightly to his and they kiss, both of them excited for what the next year might hold.

******

Two days later, the Colonel stops by the house when Elvis is out. Grace is surprised to find him in the foyer with Jerry when she comes down the stairs with Wendy.

"Who are you?" Wendy asks. He bends over to her.

"I am the Colonel. Would you like to see a magic trick?"

"No, thank you." Wendy answers brightly and then walks away to play. The Colonel stands back up, shocked.

"Oh."

"Elvis isn't here." Grace informs him.

"I know, dear girl. I'm here to see you."

"Me? Why?"

"I'm not sure you fully understand what you've gotten yourself into here. Can we sit and talk?" She nods slowly and they walk into the living room and sit down.

"I think I know what I'm-"

"You have only seen him within the walls of this house dear. You have not seen him on the road or in Vegas as I have."

"You're suggesting he will be unfaithful?"

"I am suggesting his love for you will fade, as all his other loves have. My boy, you see, loves fully and completely, but never for long. It is his tragic flaw."

"He says this is different." The Colonel lets out a throaty chuckle.

"Dear girl. Do you honestly think you are the first one he has said that to?"

Grace sits in silence. She doesn't want to believe it, but there's a small part of her that she's tucked away that seems to be soaking up what he has to say. She opens her mouth to ask a question, but the front door swings open and Elvis walks in.

"What the hell are you doing here, Colonel?"

"Just having a friendly conversation."

"You leave her alone."

"I merely-"

"Go." Elvis gestures to the door and the Colonel stands and walks to it. Before he leaves, he turns back to Grace.

"Just think about what I said. Can you afford to be wrong?" He skulks through the door and Elvis closes it behind him.

"What was he talking about? Wrong about what?" She looks up at him trying to decide if she should tell him. When he takes his sunglasses off and she can see his eyes, she knows she can't lie.

"You. He warned me about trusting you."

"Aw hell, honey, you know what I'm going to say."

"I do. I'm sorry."

"C'mere." He opens his arms to her and she goes to him. He kisses her forehead and then her cheek and then finally lands at her lips.

"I know I haven't been the best in the past. But this is different. You make me want to be different." She leans her head on his chest as he hugs her. She trusts him. But that tiny part in the back of her head just won't go away. What if she's wrong?

They're in this embrace when the phone rings. They hear Jerry answer it and talk to whomever is on the line. He comes to them in the foyer.

"It's for Grace." She pulls back and looks up at Elvis. She's not sure who would be calling her here. He shrugs, not knowing who it might be either. She walks to the phone and picks up the receiver.

"This is Grace?"

"What the hell are you doing, Grace?" It's Frank. Her heart drops into her stomach.

"I-I-"

"You know what, don't answer that. The Colonel called and talked with the higher ups. I know exactly what you're doing. They want me to fire you. But I'm going to give you one more chance to do the right thing here. End it. End it now. Move out. Publish the book and never see Elvis Presley again. His manager is threatening to pull the plug on the whole thing and we've already - you've already - sunk too much of our money into this project to scrap it. If you don't do as I say, you're fired." Tears start to roll down Grace's cheeks as she turns and looks at Elvis. His eyes meet hers with a look of concern on his face.

"Frank, I can't do that."

"Then you're fired."

"No! Please! You can't do this to me. You know I need this job."

"Then you will move out and be on the next plane home before the end of the night."

"Frank..."

"Those are your choices. Which do you choose?"

"Can I have some time?"

"I don't think you understand the strings I pulled to get you this chance. What are you going to do, Grace?" Her brain is spinning a thousand miles an hour. She wants to be with Elvis. It's the only thing she wants. But what if the Colonel is right? She will need her job to support Wendy. She has to think of Wendy.

"I'll go pack." Her heart breaks into a thousand pieces as she hangs up and sinks to the floor, weeping openly. In less than a second Elvis is there on the floor with her, holding her.

"Honey, what's going on?"

"I have to go. We have to leave. I can't... this is over."

"What the fuck? Why?"

"Because if I don't, I'm fired."

"Honey, I have told you, I will take care of you."

"For how long? Until you fall in love with someone else? What then? What about Wendy? I have to think about how I will take care of her." His anger flares up in his eyes.

"What did that fucking piece of shit bastard say to you?"

"It doesn't matter. I need to go pack."

"No, Grace, please." She's a little surprised to hear his voice so thick with emotion.

"I have to..." He holds his arms around her tight and buries his face in her hair. His shoulders begin to shake and she realizes that he's started crying too.

"You know how much I love you. You know what you mean to me. You're the love of my life, Grace, I told you that. Please don't do this." He's speaking frantically into her shoulder as he holds her. She sits quietly crying for a bit. He does love her; she knows that. And the way that she loves him is unlike anything she's ever known before. The thought of leaving him makes her stomach turn and fills her with an unbearable weight. But what choice does she have when Wendy's livelihood might be at stake?

"Elvis. I love you, but I can't."

"Grace, I can't lose you. Please. Don't go. I will do anything. Please." She pulls away from him and stands up. He holds her hand to his cheek where she feels that it's wet with tears.

"Elvis, please, I have to go. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"You promised." He looks up at her from his place on the floor. The brokenness in his eyes almost kills her.

"That was before. I can't." She pulls her hand away from him and runs upstairs to pack, but instead she collapses on the floor of the closet as her whole body shakes with the reality of her pain.

Elvis sits hugging his knees on the floor, crying like a small child.

The depth of their misery is equaled only by their love for each other.

******

Is this the end?

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wishamongtheflowers · 28 days

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Connections

"There we go! All cleaned from last night's party. Had to carry some of them to their bedrooms on this damn ship though." Pale white arms stretched up into the air, pulling up long strands of blaze colored hair. Electric blue eyes oped and set onto the open sea where the sun peaked out.

Cue another sigh, "Been up all night again. At least I get to see the sun rise. Makes everything better somehow."

Another day survived had passed. Today was going to be the same. It didn't scare her as it should after seeing someone dead and the blackened killed. She didn't let the despair deep into her mind for long. She didn't have hope but, for a fleeting moment, she can be grateful to see the sun greet her a good morning at dawn.

"Kido?" The girl turned around and huffed.

"Hey Busboy," she just her attention back to the sun, "I already cleaned up my mess so you don't have to and them some."

"I have a name you know."

"I know," Kido chuckled," It's Busboy."

"Just how long have you been up?"

"All night for the most part." Kido shrugged off any feelings of deprivation with mere indifference.

"What have I told you about how that fucking effects you!"

"And what did I say? Dose 'I don't care' ring a bell." Kido didn't react with anger per usual interactions, "Geez Amari, your a worry worm of a human."

"The hell does that mean?"

"You worry too much," Kido stretched her arms up into the air, "it's not healthy either. Can't say I blame you. Everyone is unhealthy in some ways."

"Moreover," Kido continued speaking, "you don't have to worry about my fucking messes. Be glad I'm less of a pain in your ass."

Kido just waltz away leaving Amari alone.

"Interesting character is an understatement."

Kido wondered the shoreline for the upteenth time in a row underneath the moon. So many memories of this place come and go with every step just to be washed away. No one will know in the end what the dips in the sand hold.

"Still waiting."

"Waiting for what? You already know what all this leads. What are you waiting for?"

"Freedom."

"Freedom from what? You've come to terms with the fact getting rid of her isn't going to solve anything."

"I'd be one less stain off my skin."

"And to think I'm a part of you. Who are you now?"

"Myself. True to earth self."

"I can't believe you let yourself go. Besides, you're the last Horseman. You made it so with you own hands. Even the remnants of despair that haven't changed to."

Kido sighed and kept aimlessly walking her paved stretch of the shore. It's the middle of the night so she wasn't expecting anyone but she's been wrong before.

"Once she's dead I'll be able to enact Freedom. True freedom. Hope and despair as their true form."

"As you wish, it'll happen. They're are sacrifices here. Dawn is when she'll call the beginning."

Kido sighed, "Have to make my way back. I'm already bored."

The walk did help keep a part of her diddling around within its confinements. More over her methods to get the game in her matter of luck. It wasn't like the past and it sure won't end happily either. She has to handle herself for now. The island holds a massive secret underneath she can get to easily. It's her only savior now.

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I've had this one on my mind for too damn long!

I see a lot of fem!s/o headcanons where she's defended, but hardly any where she defends herself or likes to play rough!

So I'm asking!

Could you do a Jamil, Leona, The Leech twins, and Kalim with a tall(6'0) fem!s/o who's pretty docile and soft with a smart mouth. *I mean the insulting kind of smart mouth*.

She doesn't know her own strength when she play fights and accidentally hurts people sometimes. She's very kind to others as long as she likes them.

Now, in the event that she is physically provoked into a fight, she wails on her aggressor, and she won't stop until she's satisfied with the damage dealt, or until she's pulled off. And she's strong, so people have a hard time.

How would they calm her down from her anger, and how would they stop the fight?

I- Shiba, I struggled with this one - half of these guys are the “Would murder someone for the slightest misstep” Squad 😃 It honestly was fun to write tho

Leona

You and Leona would be insulting eachother CONSTANTLY. Like, I can picture this as an “on again, off again” relationship

And you two scrap allllll the time - when he’s not half-asleep

So when you’re going ham on this other student

Leona would sit there watching for a bit

You’re his herbivore, he knows you can defend yourself

He'd blame the other person for pissing you off, honestly

And he is wayyy too lazy to get involved

But, as per his culture (Which raises them with a healthy dose of respect women juice) he has to get involved

Now, you may be tall, but so is Leona

So it's not an issue for him to walk over and drag you off, kicking, screaming and insulting him the entire way (Out of all of them, Leona is the only one I can picture having no issues dragging you around)

"Calm down, Herbivore, we're taking a nap"

“No tf we aren’t!! I have a murder to commit! 🤬”

Cue Leona literally wrapping himself around you like a koala to keep you from trying to run back and finish shit - he already has Ruggie using his unique magic to humiliate them for a couple of days

Jamil

He's a babysitter for Kalim, he's a babysitter for his girlfriend - he never does get a moment of peace, does he?

He does love you're smart mouth, and how creative you can get with insults but...

The second he see's you beating the fuck out of this student, he just facepalms and sighs.

"Kalim, stay!"

Left Kalim to make his way toward you

A single mom who works two jobs, who loves his kids and never stops

It doesn't matter if you're taller or not, he'll end this quickly and get you and Kalim both somewhere neither of you can continue to cause issues

He interrogated a random student to figure out what happened. Somebody had insulted you?

When Jamil fails to pull you off, he just gives up and uses magic

Bro literally just grabs your face with one hand (like a disobedient child) and forces you to look in his eyes so he can hypnotize you

And he hypnotized the other person to stay there

Once he has you nice and compliant, he’ll have you walking to Scarabia so he can hole you up in his room

(One week later - You: Jamil, what happened to that student I beat up? Jamil:… Jamil: I should probably drop the hypnosis before they die)

(He has his hands full with you and Kalim, he can’t honestly give a damn about other peoples health 😭)

Kalim

One word: Panic.

Yes, you're taller than him. Yes, you're stronger. He still panics because he doesn't want you getting into fights

It takes him, Jamil and three other students from Scarabia to de-escalate the fight by separating you two

Afterwards, you have an impromptu therapy session complete with cuddles, your favourite movies, snacks, ice cream, chocolate - he is literally rich with no sense of impulse control, you say the word and it's yours

(Baby already had Jamil overblot, he isn't risking it happening to you)

Jade

First things first, you and Jade 100% have competitions where you insult eachother to see who ends up crying first

It's normally him

He'd actually like to see who would win in a fight - you or Floyd

But he knows one or both of you will get carried away and be mortal enemies the rest of your lives if that happens

So when he sees you beating up some guy? He’ll blackmail him jnto admitting what he did wrong later (you may or may not end up with the guy as you new slave)

For now, he recruits Floyd to help him frag you off of they guy and back down to Octavinelle

The trip takes double the amount of time that it should given they’re both over 6foot tall merpeople

But you are deceptively strong for a normally fairly docile person (He and Floyd had to use all of their combined strength and still struggled)

Once he has you safely in Octavinelle, I feel like he’d calm you down by - hear me out, even if you think it’s out of character - letting you take your anger out on him

He’s certain he can take it, and he trusts you won’t do any permanent damage.

He loves you, what can I say?

Will he end up in the infirmary for a week? Yes. Does he care? Definitely. But in his mind, it’s still worth it.

Floyd

He will sit there eating popcorn

Until it starts to bore him

Then he's in a bad mood and just wants to go

His pride? It takes a huge hit when he can't just drag you off by himself and - surprise, surprise - his mood worsens even more

Now he's pissed off and has some pride issues

I’d say watch your back in case he attempts to a) squeeze you to death or b) drown you, but I gotta feeling you’ll be A-O-K

He ends up needing reinforcements to grab you, but who? Some of the poor, poor freshies he’s managed to scare into helping him grab you

How does he calm you down? He tries (Keyword: TRIED) to beat your ass

Now, now, it may seem counterproductive, but hey - it works

You got to beat up two people, and now your boyfriend is in the infirmary in one of the worst moods Jade has seen him in, but you’re calm and that’s all that matters 😌

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst headcanons #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Here is part 2 of this Kazuha fic. Gender neutral reader, happier ending for the reader. I was going to go with them getting with Gorou, then it went to Ayato, then it went towards Ayaka, and THEN back to Gorou smh. In the end, I did go with Ayaka lol. Might do parts for Ayato and Gorou as well, as those ideas were also different lol.

You weren’t unfriendly towards those you spoke to. Thankfully, you didn’t deal with the breakup too immaturely, you knew better than to sulk in public. You had work to do, and you weren’t about to let Kazuha’s hurtful actions affect your work ethic. Over time, you successfully got over him. Well, a big part of that was him leaving Inazuma, never once returning in the time it took for you to build up a great reputation.

However, you were lonely. Because you couldn’t trust people, you never let people get too close to you. You spend your spare time working on your business, to your parents displeasure. You were always told off by your mother in your house while she visited, only to find out you had yet to make a friend. One day, she insisted you should go along to one of the planned meetings instead of them - sure, they were currently the leaders of the clan, but you were soon to take over.

There, you saw faces you knew. They all knew better than to get too close, and you were about to leave until you accidentally bump into someone, them tumbling to the ground and landing on their backside. You gasp, expending a hand without thought and her gladly taking it.

“Sorry, I should have seen where I was going.” You chuckle. She looks away bashfully, holding a fan to her face, and you hear people whispering.

‘Is that Kamisato Ayaka?’

Your eyes widen, and you realise this was arguably one of the most important people here. Seeing her brother walk towards you two, you suddenly realise he must have seen you bump into her.

“It’s quite alright, really.” She states. “I was hoping to have a chat with you.”

“Oh, okay!” You smile, Ayato giving you a glance - warning you not to harm Ayaka.

You and Ayaka were inseparable. You both bonded over struggling with forming bonds (although your reasons were not similar).

In fact, you had started to feel more romantic feelings for her. You couldn’t help but admire her, and you realised quickly you got slightly jealous when Thoma escorted Ayaka with her errands. You knew better than to blame Thoma, you knew it was most certainly Ayato being protective over his sister.

So, you decided to find a way to confess your feelings for her in a quieter place, somewhere only the both of you knew. It was under Inazuma City, a place she showed you when you became stronger friends. To your pleasure, you couldn’t stop smiling when she admitted she also felt these feelings. You both knew how overly protective her brother could be, and not to mention the rumours that could easily spread if you two were public, so you stuck with being friends.

One thing led to another, and you both knew you were a real couple. Past was the initial wave of pure love that comes with relationships, and you still had a healthy dose of admiration and love for one another.

So, you take the risk of Ayato forbidding you from dating his sister when confessing you were planning to marry her.

“How long have you been dating my dear sister, _?” Ayato asks. He, of course, knew the answer. After all, he had his own spies that got all the details needed.

You answer truthfully, Ayato staring at you as if he’s asking you to continue.

“I wish to propose to her.” You cut to the chase, Ayato widening his eyes. “I promise not to bring any danger her way, and I am not doing this for the clan’s name. I love her, and I cannot see myself with anyone else.”

‘Even Kazuha?’ Ayato wants to ask. He holds back this question, deciding to invite Kazuha to come along to the wedding to test your loyalty out.

“Very well, you have my blessing.” Ayato states, taking note of how relieved and happy you look at this reaction.

The day comes, the wedding underway, and you can’t help but look out at the audience, something feeling strange about this. Although you couldn’t see him, it felt like you were being watched by the man that embarrassed you. Brushing it off, you proceed with the wedding.

The entire ceremony was great, it was the reception where he showed his face. Sat next to Ayato, looking at you with this strange look. Guilt? Yearning? Did he want to be with Ayaka instead of you? You really didn’t know.

Kazuha walks over to you while you went to get your newly wedded wife a drink, her chatting with Thoma. You know he’s trying to find some words to start a conversation, but you wanted nothing to do with him. No amount of apologies will remove the horrendous experience of him using you to keep his clan’s name from dying, attempting to trap you in an unhappy and loveless marriage.

The moment he opened his mouth, finally finding the correct words he wanted to say, you walk away with the drinks.

#kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #ayaka x reader #ayaka x gender neutral reader #thoma #ayato

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cuddlepilefics · 8 months

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“What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?“ + Preventative measures not taken

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caregivers: Mainly Seonghwa & Yeosang

Prompts: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Now that summer was slowly coming to an end, Seonghwa was working hard to make sure the group was well prepared for the colder seasons to come. Since they were still travelling a lot and interacted with so many people, there’d naturally be a pretty high risk of the members catching some bug, which would be incredibly inconvenient to their schedules. Besides, living in such close proximity, illness usually spread like wildfire within the group, so they should really make sure all of them were in good health. Seonghwa was the most adamant about making their lifestyle as healthy as it could be with the long working hours and little amount of sleep. Not having to worry about the members not exercising enough, he merely reminded them not to skip out on the veggies in their meals and to not stay up unnecessarily late if it wasn’t for their work.

He eventually got his hands on some ginger shots, which were supposed to boost the immune system and would hopefully keep the members from falling ill. Sure, they didn’t taste that great and some of the members made sure to tell him that every morning but they usually just knocked the back to get it over with. Hongjoong would rarely ever let himself be stopped from working late no matter how hard Seonghwa tried to get him to rest, so if it put his hyung’s mind at ease, the leader would gladly accept the ginger shot. The only one complaining about it every morning was Wooyoung. There had even been a fight one morning, the dancer still half asleep as they had to head out to their schedule. He couldn’t be bothered with something that disgusting so early in the morning. Wanting to keep the peace, Seonghwa dropped the topic but eventually realized how his dongsaeng had started to adjust his daily routine to ensure he’d already be gone from the dorm by the time the rest of the group had to get up and ready. Wooyoung simply didn’t see a point in drinking such a vile tasting liquid. Sure, it had the reputation of being healthy but so were vegetables. If he made sure to always add some veggies to his meals, he’d be fine.

Not wanting the other to go without his daily dose of vitamins, Seonghwa had resorted to measuring some of the ginger shots into little bottles, which he carried around with him. That way, he could give them to Wooyoung one per day, though he knew the younger wasn’t too enthusiastic about them. “Hyung, seriously, I have a good immune system and I eat all my veggies. I don’t need some weird potion to stay healthy. I can do that on my own”, the dancer argued when Seonghwa approached him during one of their practice sessions. He knew his hyung was only trying to watch out for him but he sure was a bit pushy.

Though annoyed, Wooyoung eventually accepted the small bottle but when the oldest wasn’t looking, he simply slipped it into his bag before continuing with their practice. The dancer wouldn’t have thought it that easy to fool Seonghwa but somehow it worked, so he continued accepting the ginger shots when his hyung handed them to him only to make them disappear. It was only when Yeosang glanced at his friend’s open bag one evening when they returned to their room that someone noticed. “Hang on”, the older chuckled, “You’re not taking those ginger shots?” Though the tips of his ears turned pink at being caught, Wooyoung shook his head. When Yeosang raised an eyebrow at him, he explained: “I absolutely can’t stand the taste nor can I stand the way it makes my throat burn. My immune system is good already, so the discomfort isn’t worth it.” – “You’re not wrong”, Yeosang hummed, his lips twitching into a smile, “It does taste gross. I always drink lots of water after to rinse it down. It’s good for me and if it eases hyung’s mind a little, why not….” He wouldn’t tell his friend what to do though as he figured everyone should choose how to take care of themselves.

Seonghwa was proud to say that so far, none of the members had caught as much as a little cold. All of them seemed to be on top of their health. Well, the members he saw anyway. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung in quite sometime and only for short durations. They had alternating schedules and the younger was barely around the dorm, so Seonghwa couldn’t be sure but figuring his dongsaeng was drinking his ginger shots like everyone else there was no reason he shouldn’t be well. Wooyoung however hadn’t been feeling too great for the past two days. Having woken up to a sore throat, he had decided to skip his early morning workout and instead stop by a small café before meeting up with the others for their schedule. He ordered himself some tea along with a small breakfast, so he’d hopefully have the energy to get through a full day of work.

When they met up for dance practice, Yeosang greeted him quietly. They were stretching next to each other, so the older hummed: “You got enough sleep last night, Woo? Those circles under your eyes look rather dark.” – “I’m kinda tired but it’s alright”, Wooyoung whispered, afraid his friend would notice his voice sounding a little rough if he tried to speak up. Plus, he didn’t want any of the members catching on to him not being on top of his game. It wasn’t hard to catch on though. San too did so pretty fast. Of course, he’d notice Wooyoung being quiet, even more so when the younger wasn’t fooling around with him during the breaks at all. Since Wooyoung obviously wasn’t in the mood for their usual bickering, San took a seat next to him during one of the breaks. Without a word, Wooyoung downed a few sips of water before dropping his head onto his hyung’s shoulder. “You okay?”, San asked softly as he linked their fingers. Not thinking himself able to lie to the older, Wooyoung admitted: “My head hurts a bit.”

He startled when cold fingers grazed his cheek. “I mean, we’re all warm from dancing but I don’t know. You do feel like you might be running a fever”, San whispered, making sure Wooyoung was the only one able to hear him. The younger gave the tiniest of nods. It was pretty likely that he had a fever with the way his body ached and how weak his muscles felt. He had gotten lightheaded a bunch of times too, so he was pretty sure San’s guess was on. Gently squeezing his friend’s hand, San hummed: “You shouldn’t be practicing then. Do you want me to tell hyungs, so you can go home and rest?” Wooyoung tiredly shook his head, closing his eyes to give them a break from the bright ceiling light. “I’d get scolded for refusing to take precautions”, he breathed, rubbing his temples. When San looked at him confused, he added: “I didn’t listen to Seonghwa-hyung and don’t wanna hear his ‘I told you so’.”

Yeosang was no fool either. He knew Wooyoung was feeling worse than he would let on and the glossy look in his eyes clearly indicated a fever. Not wanting to call him out in front of the group, all Yeosang could do was make sure the younger drank enough water. By the time their practice session was over, Wooyoung was certain he had sweat out all the water he had drunk. His shirt clung to his body and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He couldn’t help but shiver as the aircon blew cold air down on him. Sweaty as he was, there was no way he could attend the rest of their schedule without taking a shower first, so while the rest of the group went to eat lunch, he rushed back to the dorm to take a quick shower.

Cringing as he peeled off his sweaty shirt, Wooyoung glanced at the mirror and was shocked at how awful he looked. Yeosang had put it lightly when talking about the bags under his eyes. Wooyoung quickly took his temperature and sighed at the reading before stepping into the shower. He set the water temperature lower than he would’ve liked, hoping to bring his fever down a bit. Maybe if he wasn’t burning up, his head wouldn’t hurt as badly. His plan backfired badly and Wooyoung found himself trembling with chills as he stepped out of the shower. No matter how tightly he wrapped the towel around himself, it just wouldn’t warm him in the slightest. Desperate to get warm again, he hurried to dry off and get dressed. His head pounded as he coughed into his towel trying to get rid of the itch in his throat. There’d barely be any time for him to eat before he’d have to attend the next part of his schedule but he really should get something into his stomach, just for the sake of taking medicine.

Exiting the bathroom, Wooyoung put his hood up to cover his damp hair when he almost had a heart attack. There at the dining table stood Seonghwa unpacking a takeout bag. “Holy shit! Hyung, you scared me”, Wooyoung gasped, touching his chest. He himself was shocked at how scratchy his voice had come out, avoiding eye contact as he feared the other’s reaction. Snorting at the comment, Seonghwa asked: “Well, I did bring you lunch, though I’m kinda curious…. What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” Utterly speechless, Wooyoung could only stare at the older. “I’m not dumb, you know”, Seonghwa sighed, stepping forward to feel his dongsaeng’s forehead, “Hongjoong cleared your schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow. We’ll see how you feel by then but for now, the best you can do is get some rest.” Wooyoung still avoided eye contact, feeling ashamed of himself. The fever might have played a role too but he couldn’t help the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.

Wooyoung expected his hyung to be mad at him, so he tensed when he was pulled into a hug. “I picked up some soup, so please eat something and take medicine, yeah?”, Seonghwa whispered, rubbing the dancer’s back, “I hate seeing any of you in pain and I know I can be overbearing at times but please take care of yourself.” Afraid his voice would crack if he spoke, Wooyoung only nodded against the other’s shoulder. Sadly, Seonghwa couldn’t stay much longer as his lunchbreak was almost over. The younger couldn’t help but let a few more tears fall as he was alone again. He hated to be alone when he wasn’t feeling well but to be fair, it was partly his own fault that he wasn’t feeling well. This time, Wooyoung would listen to his hyung though. Sniffling back his tears, he slowly ate his soup before downing some medicine. He wasn’t sure, he’d be able to sleep though. Shuffling to their room, Wooyoung opened Yeosang’s closet and pulled out one of his friend’s sweaters. If the older couldn’t cuddle him right now, he’d have to cuddle something that smelled like him.

Seonghwa was deep in thought as he went about his schedule, so he startled when a hand appeared on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind, hyung?”, Yeosang asked quietly as he took a seat next to the oldest. Furrowing his brows, Seonghwa muttered: “How did Woo manage to get sick while nobody else is?” – “Haven’t you guessed?”, the younger chuckled, “Did you ever see him drink his ginger shots?” It finally dawned on Seonghwa and the oldest rested his head in his hands, realizing he should’ve watched instead of trusting the dancer to drink it. “You know how some children have a strong hatred for brushing their teeth, especially with adult toothpaste?”, Yeosang hummed, “It’s not necessarily the act of doing so, that’s the problem but rather the intense taste of the toothpaste. Give them some strawberry-flavored kids toothpaste and suddenly it isn’t so bad….” – “You mean he always argued about it because of the taste and not because he truly believed his immune system to be that great”, Seonghwa asked, finally putting the pieces together. The younger nodded. He knew his friend quite well after all those years, so he could tell: “He tolerates ginger tea with lemon but only if you put lots of honey in it. Without the sweetness, he can’t stand the taste.”

That was exactly what Yeosang prepared as soon as they got back to the dorm. Steaming cup in hand, he went to the room he shared with Wooyoung and Jongho. “Woo?”, Yeosang hummed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He smiled when he realized what the younger was cuddling with. Placing the cup onto the nightstand, Yeosang felt his friend’s forehead, displeased to find it still hot to the touch. Wooyoung groaned as he stretched his sore body, rasping: “You’re back.” – “Mhm, you’re not doing much better, hm?”, the older cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of the other’s face. Still sleepy, Wooyoung shook his head, giving a hoarse whine when Yeosang teasingly tugged on the sweater he was holding. “How about I give you some real cuddles once I’ve taken a shower?”, he offered, getting to his feet, so he could pick out some fresh clothes. Sniffling into his sleeve, Wooyoung pouted: “Please, I’ve been lonely all afternoon.” – “Aigoo, I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”, Yeosang cooed, giving the younger a short wave before disappearing to the bathroom.

As Wooyoung waited for his friend to return, the bedroom door opened and Seonghwa quietly slipped into the room. “Hey, how are you feeling, Woo?”, the oldest asked, feeling Wooyoung’s forehead. The dancer only gave an uncertain shrug but relaxed into the cool touch. Carefully combing the younger’s hair back with his fingers, Seonghwa draped a cool washcloth over the boy’s forehead and hummed: “Might help bring your fever down a bit or at least soothe the headache.” – “Thanks, hyung. ‘m sorry for being difficult”, Wooyoung breathed, avoiding the other’s eyes. “You’re not being difficult”, Seonghwa disagreed in a soft tone, “Why didn’t you tell me you struggle with the ginger taste so much?” – “’s embarrassing”, the younger slurred, avoiding eye contact. Pulling something from his pocket, Seonghwa smiled: “A little childish maybe but so are you. I picked up some vitamin gummies on the way home. They’re supposed to taste like candy, so they might be easier for you to take.” Wooyoung thanked him quietly, relaxing as his hyung played with his hair till Yeosang arrived to give the cuddles he had promised.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023 #ateez #atiny #woosang #woowha #woosan

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utilitycaster · 6 months

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Ignoring the laudna book as a factor, does it feel like c3 could be over before 100 eps based on pacing and everything? I'm not watching anymore (rip--i just couldn't get into it) but I was curious about the tone and how as an audience if you could feel things winding down (or winding up towards a climax and then down ig). (And if you find the c3 is over speculation annoying or tedious feel free to ignore)

Hey anon,

Just for a touch of context that might be relevant to understanding this response, I have come to a realization pretty specifically within the past 24 hours, that when I have been most wrong in my predictions about which I was reasonably confident (vs. things I was knowingly speculating wildly) it has been when I granted a generous benefit of the doubt rather than applying a healthy dose of cynicism. Which, if you consider I am a skeptic/cynic by nature, is really a fascinating realization to have, and is going to make me…neither better nor worse, but certainly More.

Anyway this is wild speculation, absolutely no confidence, do not quote me, etc etc, but yes, I could see this campaign wrapping up around the 100 episode mark for a few reasons. This is, again, an “I could feasibly see it and it would strike me as reasonable” not a “it will definitely be done by then.”

The arc of the campaign has always been heavily focused on the moon plot, and I don’t really see it continuing past the culmination of that - the introduction of a bigger and unrelated bad at this point is not impossible, but would almost certainly seem contrived, and I think a lengthy post-climactic arc would feel strange.

For what it’s worth I think this is a good thing for Campaign 3/Bells Hells enjoyers. The reason why there’s much more post-campaign Mighty Nein content than Vox Machina content, and why the cast is so excited about that possibility, is because there’s no shortage of remaining hooks left in the Nein’s story, and the characters are in positions of relative power but not leadership, whereas Vox Machina largely either retired or took on positions that do not allow them adventuring. When your favorite characters retire to their little cottagecore dream house, that’s the end of the story; tying up everything in a bow means no loose ends worth exploring. Additionally, it’s not that there aren’t other character hooks, but I’m unsure if anything that isn’t already in process needs a resolution within the campaign.

This is a long way to say “check back with me in a few months, but yeah, an ending by mid-2024 feels well within reason.”

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

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I wanted to share a little of my perspective on John Silver. I am by no means a Silver stan and honestly, I didn’t really care for him either way (hate him or love him) in my first watch. Through my second (I’m now on both a third and fourth watch simultaneously, it’s complicated) watch, my feelings towards him changed somewhat. He’s still not one of my favourite characters, and by no means does he even compare to Flint in my mind, but I really think painting him as entirely bad is an oversimplification of his character.

Black Sails is, at its core, a show about incredibly complicated characters, all of whom have been through hell, and who are coping with their trauma in different ways. We never get Silver’s backstory which, to be fair, I was also mad about, but we do get hints at it. We know that he started off as a member of a merchant crew, and not a high ranking one which, at the very least, implies that he was not from a privileged background and likely never had any stable employment or family support (those who did were rarely enlisted into these merchant crews). The interpretation of the few bits of insight we do get into his childhood that I favour the most are the ones that suggest that him stating that all his backstory taught him was that the world was a place of unspeakable horrors (or something similar, I can’t remember or find the exact quote) is true—that so much of what we see him do is an effort to distance himself as much as possible from some trauma that he cannot bring himself to think about or disclose to anyone, first by doing everything he can to remain as independent as possible, then by making himself as necessary as possible. He cannot reveal what has happened for fear that speaking of it will make it more real, and possibly even bring its effects back into his life. It sure as hell isn’t a healthy coping mechanism and it definitely hurts those around him, but the same is true for so many of the other characters. Flint, in season one, kills Gates to continue his war against civilisation, one that hasn’t even started, because Gates calls him out on his recklessness (and was right, the battle that Flint killed Gates in the hopes of continuing ended with the Walrus wrecked and the crew decimated and stranded), but, in that moment, the audience feels for Flint, even though we don’t yet know why he’s so dedicated to doing what he’s doing, because, even as he’s killing possibly one of the most “good” characters, we feel sorry for him.

Silver’s backstory is one rooted in loneliness and pain. He starts with being unable to trust anyone then, as he starts to bond with the crew, they start to die off alarmingly quickly. Even in season two, he becomes important to the crew and vice versa, and this process is accelerated by the loss of his leg. I think this acceleration is also worth noting, as it puts him in a place of dependence before he would have been comfortable to do so, before he has learned that he can be vulnerable with someone and they won’t necessarily immediately hurt him. His refusal to allow his leg to heal properly and to let people help him stems from this wariness of vulnerability. Sure, it’s not a healthy attitude, and it does hurt other people, but, especially given the general attitudes towards disability at the time, I can at least understand it. In the eyes of his society, and, therefore, in the eyes of John Silver, disability = vulnerability = weakness = letting others hurt you, so he becomes consumed by the goal of making sure he seems as strong as possible. There’s also a heavy dose of toxic masculinity mixed in here, but, again, as I see it, it’s an understandable (if not excusable) result of what he’s experienced so far. The only physically disabled character we see before Silver is Randall, who is nearly kicked off the crew and then killed (without being able to raise any kind of alarm or defend himself), which certainly isn’t a comfortable frame of reference for someone who has also now lost their leg.

Moving on to Silver’s position in the revolution, I think a lot of my interpretation of his role comes from knowing that Madi & Flint’s mission cannot succeed. Black Sails is, in many ways, quite intricately and accurately tied into the historical context of the time and, the fact is, that the golden age of piracy ended, slavery continued, the empire won out (at least for the next few centuries), and the prejudices that they were trying to fight continued. By the historical context that is set in stone, Flint and Madi’s revolution could not have succeeded and, honestly, Black Sails shows this. Their ideas were good, as were their tactics, but they had no widespread support. Any support for Nassau had to come at the cost of the end of the revolution, and they had none of the numbers, weapons, money, ships, land, public support, or really anything that would have let them succeed. It’s a good fight, and that’s what hurts the most, because we as the audience want them to succeed but know that, historically, and even within the context of the show, they cannot. Silver sees this, and it definitely isn’t a good look being the only major character in that trio resisting this revolution, but he knows, as we must also know, that it is doomed to fail. He is not stopping it because he doesn’t care for the cause, he is stopping it because he knows that the sooner he stops it, the less likely it is that he will lose someone he cares about, has he has already done with countless members of the crew. He knows in stopping it that he will probably lose Madi, but he does it anyway, because he sees that, whether she lives, dies for nothing, or dies and becomes a martyr, the revolution will fail, and all that will be different is that she and countless others will have died. Again, this level of pragmatism does not look good on him, but between the dreams of Flint and Madi and the sacrifices they will make to try to attain the unattainable, it is incredibly necessary.

Honestly, I can’t fully argue this case without your knowledge of the last part of 4.10. It isn’t a tragedy; it isn’t just filled with a sense that it was all for nothing. At the bare minimum, there are some very cool Max moments. Please, even if you have to skip through all the Silver scenes, watch to the end.

Sorry for the essay :)

posting bc I'm very honored that you chose to write this in response to my unhinged ranting!

I don't have the spoons for a proper response and this deserves one so I will hopefully be able to write something coherent in response sometime soon. I didn't want to just leave this hanging!

#food for thought #black sails asks #storkmuffin liveblog

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