#{ I CAN'T WITH LYS JUST TOLERATING THE PAIN... what is wrong with him...

[unintentionalseductress]

how do u think the lads boys will handle the period cramp simulator?

Pain Tolerance

Zayne: He's probably not a stranger to pain during our period since he's a doctor who appears to be well-read about women's health (like him making us red date tea when we got our period).

But I think he's unaware of just how painful cramps can actually be. He's medically curious so he'll easily agree to being attached to the machine. He'll hold up for the first few levels and about midway he'll probably be surprised and grit his teeth.

I think Zayne has a high pain tolerance given that his evol literally leaves scars on him but he won't try to be macho and say it isn't that painful. Amp it up all the way I think he'll openly say this is the most awful thing he's experienced. After it's all over he realizes that while he is a good partner during these times, you go through this every month and it makes him more empathetic to your struggle.

Xavier: He knows your period can make you miserable and is willing to try it just to see how bad it is, but is a little hesitant about it.

On the lower settings he'll probably admit this is already uncomfortable and that he doesn't understand how women are supposed to think with this tingling in their lower body all day.

On the mid to higher levels, he's curled up in a ball panting. He's never imagined that this could be so painful and he's wondering how you manage to get out of bed and get to work like this. How do you focus on your day with this horrible ache in your belly, which also seems to crawl down to your lower back and legs?

During this time he'll probably ask to hold hands until it's switched off. He's sweating and asks for chocolate afterwards since that's what you seem to like when on your period. He says he'll never try that again but he also will do more for you now that he knows what your body experiences.

Sylus: Sylus has an image to maintain. He's not cocky enough to believe your cramps aren't painful, but he's seen you being a boss on your period and has convinced himself that if you can look that badass, he can too.

He's wrong. Like Zayne, he's fine for the first few levels but he says he understands why you complain that you feel like you're peeing during this phase. Amp it up at the mid-levels and he's wincing, trying to massage his belly to relieve some of the ache. He tries to act normal but can't, and it's humbling to him that you can go about your day like this and he's crumpled on the sofa.

At the highest level he's lying supine, saying this pain makes him want to murder things. He's sweating and has realized that you definitely have the higher pain tolerance because while you manage to go to work and complete all your tasks, he's thinking about drafting a will and asking you to take care of the twins. This is not a man who neglects you when you're on your period but after this experience, he creates a special storeroom just for you and fills it with all the things you'd ever need for an upcoming period.

Rafayel: I think Rafayel would be a little more playful about this until he experiences it himself. Like Sylus, he thinks that just because you can handle it, he can handle it.

Our dramatic little fish boi will lounge on the sofa as the simulator is hooked up to him. He'll say it tingles when it's turned on and as it amps up he'll probably realize he's bitten off more than he can chew. He'll complain the whole time saying this is miserable and askng why nature decided to make women go through this every month.

At the mid to higher levels he's swearing he's dying and that he needs immediate medical assistance. Thomas keeps bringing him glasses of water and he's groaning in pain, fingers curled into the sofa as he begs for the machine to be turned off.

Once he's unhooked from the machine, he'll probably sob in relief and tell you you're the bravest person to exist for dealing with this with hardly any drama every month. He'll also advise you to take time off when you get your period next and insist he'll run all your errands and get food for you and that he doesn't want you lifting a finger during this time.

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[chosaraki]

What would it be like if they took care of Jinrang's little daughter?

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Kang Jichan :

He wasn't exactly the kind of person who liked to take care of children, especially troubled children. But that wasn't just any child. She was Jinrang's daughter, and ignoring or treating her badly was not an option.

From the first day he had to keep an eye on her, he realized that the girl was... peculiar. His expression was always neutral, monotonous, without any trace of emotion. She spoke little, but when she spoke, her words were direct and blunt. That alone didn't bother him. The real problem was that, despite the apathetic expression, it did absurd damage wherever it passed.

He found her in the training area, silently watching some of the members training. Kang Jichan didn't think much about it until, minutes later, he heard a thum. When he turned to look, one of the members was lying on the ground, completely defeated. The girl was next to him, holding an iron bar.

- What the hell was that? - Jichan asked, frowning.

- He said I couldn't knock him down. I was wrong. - Her voice was so indifferent that it looked like she was commenting on the weather.

Jichan massaged his temple. He didn't want to get into trouble with Jinrang, but he also couldn't let the girl do whatever she wanted.

- Listen here, brat. You can't go out knocking out my guys just because you want to.

She blinked, her expression remaining the same.

- It wasn't because I wanted to. It was because he underestimated my strength.

Jichan sighed. This girl was a walking nightmare.

- You have no limits, do you?

- I have. But they are different from yours.

Jichan ran his hand over his face, trying to stay calm. He knew it was no use arguing with her. So, instead, he just took a broom and threw it at her.

- You caused this mess. Now clean.

She took the broom and looked at him, without showing any dissatisfaction or emotion.

- Understood.

Even with all the chaos she caused, Jichan couldn't help but admit that the girl had something he respected: she didn't care about the rules of others, she just followed her own. And somehow, it made him tolerate her... at least a little.

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Hyunjin Jin:

Hyunjin Jin didn't know what was worse: being forced to take care of someone or the fact that this "someone" was Jinrang's daughter. He had heard a few things about the girl—neutral, direct, expressionless and, apparently, a small force of nature when it came to causing havoc.

And now, there she was, sitting in front of him, looking directly at him with those empty and monotonous eyes, without saying a word.

- Okay, little weirdo, let's make something very clear. - Hyunjin leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. - I'm not a babysitter. I won't give you food, I won't put you to sleep, and I definitely won't clean up any mess you make.

The girl blinked slowly.

- I never asked you to do that.

Hyunjin laughed through his nose. At least she wasn't clingy or whiny. But that didn't mean it would be easy.

1 Hour Later...

The HQ of Area 3 was a mess. Broken objects, marked walls and one of Hyunjin's subordinates was lying on the floor, moaning in pain.

- What the hell happened here?! - He exclaimed, looking at the scene.

The girl was standing in the middle of the disaster, holding a piece of broken wood in her hand, her expression as monotonous as ever.

- He annoyed me.

Hyunjin looked at the subordinate, who was still trying to get up.

- Fuck, man... How do you let a brat break you?

He sighed and turned to the girl.

- Right, little destroyer. I got it. You don't take disrespect home.

She just tilted her head slightly, as if she was waiting for him to continue.

- But let me teach you something... - He smiled, putting his arm around her shoulder as if he were an annoying older brother. - You can't just go out beating whoever you want. You have to do this with a little more... style.

The girl blinked.

- Do you mean torture?

Hyunjin widened his eyes before bursting into laughter.

- Girl, I'm starting to like you.

He messed up her hair, even though she seemed indifferent. In the end, maybe this task wasn't that bad. As long as she didn't destroy the entire HQ... Or at least do it in a fun way.

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Arin Shin :

He stared at the girl sitting in front of him, her expression bored and irritated. He had been forced to take care of her for a while, and honestly, he thought it would be a pain.

- Okay, little home destroyer, let's establish some rules. - He said, crossing his arms. - Don't bother, don't destroy anything important and don't get in my way when I'm busy.

The girl blinked slowly.

- I don't promise anything.

He sighed, rubbing his face.

- Of course not.

30 Minutes Later...

The HQ was a mess. Broken bottles, turned chairs and one of Arin's subordinates was stuck upside down in a chandelier.

Arin massaged her temples.

- Why did you do that?

The girl looked at him, her expression still monotonous.

- They were on the way.

Arin laughed through his nose, in disbelief.

- You're a little walking disaster, huh?

The girl just shrugged.

He stared at her for a moment before laughing and putting an arm around her shoulder.

- Do you want to know? I even like you. As long as you don't mess up my things, I think we can get along.

The girl blinked.

- No promises.

Arin laughed again.

- I was already expecting that.

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Jihoon Min:

Jihoon looked at the girl standing in the middle of the destroyed room, holding a piece of broken chair as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His face was still monotonous, without a shred of guilt for the chaos around him.

He crossed his arms, letting out a long sigh.

- Okay, I'll ask only once. What happened here?

The girl blinked slowly.

- I got distracted.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow.

- With what?

— Testing the resistance of the furniture.

He ran his hand over his face.

- Little fried, you finished with half the room.

- Yes.

The dry answer made him stare at her for a few seconds. Then, he let out a short and debauched laugh.

- Damn, you don't have a shred of regret, do you?

- No.

Jihoon laughed again and messed up her hair.

- I like you, girl. But if you're going to break things, call me next time. I want to see this closely.

The girl blinked.

- Okay.

And then, without warning, he took a baseball bat and hit the wall, cracking it.

Jihoon observed with a lazy smile.

- Okay, now I really need to see how far this goes.

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Park Hyukjin :

Hyukjin was sitting on the couch, drinking tea quietly, when he heard a roar. He sighed before even looking.

- Again?

Jinrang's daughter was standing in the middle of the room, holding what was left of a coffee table broken in half. His face remained inexpressive, as if nothing had happened.

- Did you break something? - He asked, without changing his voice.

- Yes.

Hyukjin looked around, seeing overturned chairs, torn cushions and a hole in the wall.

- Any specific reason?

The girl blinked slowly.

- Impact test.

He took another sip of the tea.

- And the results?

- Weak.

Hyukjin let out a small laugh through his nose and got up, fixing his shirt.

- Right. Let's establish some rules. If you're going to destroy something, let me know first. If it's a test, tell me the goal. And if you can, choose a target that I don't need to replace immediately.

The girl thought for a moment before nodding.

- Okay.

He smiled sideways.

- Great. Now, while people fix this, do you want to learn a little about judo? It can help you be more efficient in your... tests.

The girl stared at him, still neutral expression.

- Okay.

Hyukjin gave her a light pat on the head.

- Good girl. Let's start.

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Jinrang:

Jinrang was on the phone discussing business when he heard a loud thud coming from the corridor. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before hanging up.

- What was it this time...?

When leaving the room, he found his daughter standing in the middle of the corridor, holding what was left of a door torn from the hinges. Around her, there was a trail of chaos: broken vases, impact marks on the wall and an unconscious security guard on the floor.

- ... Should I ask? - He raised an eyebrow.

- He didn't want to get out of the way. - The girl replied, her voice monotonous.

Jinrang massaged his temples.

- So you ripped off the door?

- Yes.

He sighed heavily.

- And this poor guy on the floor?

- He fainted by himself.

Jinrang cast a skeptical look.

- Alone, right?

The girl just nodded.

He ran his hand through his hair, thinking about what to do.

- Okay. First thing: if a security guard is on the way, use words before using force.

- I used it. He ignored it.

- Did you use normal words or say something like "go out or you'll be eliminated"?

- Second option.

Jinrang closed his eyes again.

- Okay. Second thing: doors are not enemies. They don't need to be destroyed.

- He was in front of her.

- I can tell.

The two were silent for a moment, until Jinrang slammed his tongue and gestured to the henchmen.

- Fix this.

Then, he looked at his daughter.

- Come with me.

She followed him without question. When they got to the office, he took a chair and pointed at her.

- Sit down.

The girl obeyed, looking at him with the same neutral expression as always.

Jinrang crossed his arms, staring at her.

- You don't have any emotion while causing absurd chaos, right?

- Yes.

He rubbed his face.

- Okay, so I'll establish a new rule. If you're going to destroy something, let me know first. If you're going to knock someone out, think for at least five seconds if it's really necessary.

She blinked slowly.

- Okay.

Jinrang let out a sigh of relief.

- Good. Now, do you want to learn how to tear off doors without breaking the stop so much? You will save on repair.

The girl thought for a moment and nodded.

- Okay.

He laughed, messing up her hair.

- Good girl. Let's go.

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The personalities and

information of each of them came:

@immortalityforthegoddess

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[iskratempestmadness]

The characters of "Baki the Grappler" and what irritates them.

Baki:

• Perhaps I should say that he is a pretty calm person and even if something annoys him, he will not do anything about it. He can't stand it, he's just too lazy to deal with it.

• He is annoyed by everything that interferes with his comfort. It can be people, it can be animals or insects.

• If they annoy him enough to make him move away, he will naturally deal with them.

Hanayama:

• Irritants? It is quite calm, but it can also be brought to a boil. But he is terrible in anger.

• He is annoyed by the touchiness of some people. He believes that it's okay to occasionally take offense at significant misconduct, but if a person takes offense at every phrase, it really annoys him. He tries to avoid the company of such people.

• In the company of such personalities, Hana tries to keep even more silent. For him, such people are just looking for a reason to be offended.

Katsumi:

• It is quite easy to provoke him. He is easily irritated. He is too emotional to hold back and easily enters into discussions.

• He is annoyed by pessimistic people. He just doesn't understand personalities who are constantly in search of something bad, negative. But it's half the trouble for him. After all, pessimists spread their speculations to others, thereby spoiling the mood.

• He tries to avoid such people. Honestly. He is essentially an optimist and indeed Katsumi is tired of convincing them that their point of view is wrong.

Jack:

• calm. Outwardly, it does not react at all. However, he feels contempt inside.

• He is annoyed by helpless people. Well, it's kind of clear that everyone is sometimes helpless, he is too, and it pisses him off. He hates it when he's helpless. And in others, he hates the fact that they are not only helpless, but also because of this they begin to hang on others, shift responsibility onto them.

• he tries in every possible way not to become a victim of such people and tries not to become the same himself.

Retsu:

• super tolerant, super understanding.

• perhaps the only thing that annoys him is lies. Just why? Why do people start lying? Do they think it will save them? No. As a result, it will only get worse for them. Do they think that their lodges are not visible? That's not so. He just can't figure it out. It's weird for him and it annoys him.

• it is for this reason that he avoids liars, but it is almost impossible. If he realizes that he is facing a liar, then he behaves more restrained, politely detached.

Shibukawa:

• Oh, my God, he's seen so much already. He believes that nothing can annoy him anymore. Super tolerant. But that's not the case, he still has painful spots.

• He is annoyed by insensitive, non-empathic people. Yes, it's pretty simple. But what could be worse when a person has a difficult life situation, and others only put pressure on him, do not want to understand him? He does not understand this, which is why these qualities infuriate him.

• He believes that such people should be avoided so as not to spoil his mood.

[sleeplesslark]

The hardest part of writing LP so far is figuring out why Naruto tolerates Kabuto.

Naruto doesn't care about Kabuto at all after the sannin fight, regardless of their budding friendship beforehand. I think I can pinpoint why, he dislikes the dishonesty and probably just thinks he never knew the real Kabuto anyway. After all, he hates liars and people who lie to themselves, at least Sasuke was always honest.

I can put at least some of it down to curiosity, he, after all, was one of the first people to see kabuto post betrayal. I can't imagine he doesn't see a bit of his own loneliness in Kabuto from time to time. I suppose in that way Kabuto is also a big hurdle for Naruto, can he forgive a liar who experiences that same loneliness as him? Gaara, Sasuke, Haku, they were all honest if nothing else. How they felt is what they said.

But in canon he doesn't care. Even when Kabuto tries to be honest with him, during the Itachi arc, Naruto can't trust him and no longer cares. To let Kabuto back in the way he has in LP, even with the promise to help Sasuke, it kinda feels like it has to be ooc.

Its an elephant in the room I've been trying to reconcile since Interlude that I've yet to fully find a way to. I suppose the best thing to do is lean into the uncertainty from Kabuto's perspective. I think in the fic itself Narutos change in attitude is a combo of curiosity about someone he's starting to see himself in, and that he now has a better sense of when Kabuto is lying. He's seen the truth behind the big lie so now it's a matter of seeing through all the little lies.

I don't know though. It's defo a fantasy on Kabuto's part and requires a bit of ooc from Naruto. Which feels wrong as they are kinda the central relationship of the fic (as much as it really doesn't seem that way. Seeing as he interacts with Sakura more I think, tbh I think her and Kakashis feelings on Kabuto have been more explored).

Its the sort of thing i try not to dwell on too much because I'd delete the fic, scrap the project, and call it a done deal if I thought about it too long. Idk. Maybe this just isn't the fic to deal with Naruto's pain over Kabuto's betrayal.

It's more about them kind of sharing ideals, Naruto becoming more cynical about fights he can't win and Kabuto learning to believe in a future again. Maybe the best thing is to accept consistent characterization within the fic over complete in character behavior? Idk, I'm new enough to fic still that idk if this is the right attitude.

[nosecrinklewrites]

the post i just reblogged got me by the throat and i instantly thought winterhawk, so lemme just throw a rough draft in here

winterhawk body swap ahead →

He was screaming. He couldn't hear it, but he could feel it in his whole body.

Admittedly, he hadn't been paying that close attention to what was happening, but he couldn't for the life of him think of what could have hit him.

Clint had been shot before. Many times before. By a myriad of projectiles and lasers and beams and whatever the fuck.

His whole body was screaming. Not all of it was pain, but everything was wrong.

He tried to breathe. Tried to keep his breaths measured and slow, and failing miserably.

Suddenly Steve was above him. He was talking, but Clint couldn't hear him. All he could hear was the rushing in his ears. Maybe his ears had been knocked off. He touched his right ear. Couldn't feel a hearing aid.

”Buck. Buck, look at me. Buck.” Steve was frantic.

His body wasn't moving like it was supposed to. He felt heavy. Weighed down. He wasn't screaming anymore.

Clint had no idea what the fuck happened, and shit only got worse, when Clint himself pushed Steve out of the way. Clint cupped his own face and proceeded to talk himself down.

A lot of weird shit had happened in his life. This was a new one.

”You're OK. Clint, you're having a panic attack. You're OK. Look at me,” Clint said above him.

Clint blinked up at him. The pain was receeding. Still very much present, but it was getting more bearable.

”Keep breathing,” the Clint above him said.

Steve looked very concerned, over Clint's shoulder. The above Clint Clint, not the lying on the ground Clint.

Clint frowned. He'd been on a roof. Did he fall off a roof?

Above-Clint rubbed his sternum. Told him to keep breathing.

”What the fuck is happening?” Clint muttered.

Above-Clint looked pinched. ”Christ, your ears are shit. How do you live like this?”

Clint touched both his ears. The sensations were all wrong, but if he got knocked down, and something was broken or sprained–

He wasn't wearing his hearing aids. But he could hear Above-Clint perfectly fine. The panic welled back up.

”Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You're OK. You're in my body. You're OK.”

”What the fuck do you mean I'm in your body!?” Clint shrieked.

Above-Clint grabbed his wrists and held them up infront of his face.

Clint felt the movement. Could feel his wrists being touched. The movements of the fingers corresponded to what he was doing, but they weren't his hands.

”Bucky?” he breathed.

”Yeah, buddy, it's me,” Above-Clint Bucky said. ”You're OK.”

”What the fuck happened?” Clint said.

”What?” Steve said.

Bucky turned to Steve. ”It's OK, we're OK.”

Hearing Bucky's soothing words in his own voice, made Clint want to vomit a little bit.

”I got– ” Bucky cut himself off, and turned to Clint. ”I was hit by a ray or some shit. I blinked and I was on the roof. My body was thrown back, but I don't think it was hurt. Maybe the head took a hit.” Bucky lifted Clint's head and felt around the back of his skull. Looked at his fingers. ”No blood,” he said and showed Clint his fingers.

Clint closed his eyes. Moved his body as little as possible. Bucky's body.

”How are you calm about this?”

”My tolerance for bullshit I don't understand is higher than yours,” Bucky said.

”Buck?” Steve said.

Clint kept lying still, while Steve and Bucky caught each other up.

Now that he knew, it was easier to identify what was going on with his body. His whole body was full of sensations he'd never experienced before. The arm was pulling on him. He was lying on something that left his body higher than the arm. It was heavy. The sensory input felt weird.

He had a headache. His spine was sore. His knee was sore, but a different kind of sore than the sore knee his own body had. His hearing was better than his own had ever been. Steve and Bucky were talking quietly, but he heard it clearly. He could faintly hear Steve's heartbeat. It was fast.

”I can't hear shit, but I'm fine,” Bucky said to Steve.

Clint took a deep breath, and sat up. It didn't seem to aggravate anything. Holy fuck, Bucky's legs were short. Carefully, he got to his feet. The balance was different, but not to a problematic extent. He moved Bucky's body. Got a feel for it.

It wasn't too bad. Very different, but Clint's balance and body control was good.

The short legs were fucking weird though.

”What happened to the wizard guy?” Clint asked.

Bucky jumped a little. He probably hadn't heard Clint move.

”Disappeared after the ray thing,” Steve said. ”You broken?”

Clint laughed a little. ”I can't tell. My whole body is sore.”

”That's normal for me,” Bucky said.

”Can we go home now? Please?”

[princelylove]

So you interested in this topic too prince, don't mind if I rambling more. I love your writing on different type of this troop, thank you for the meal~

When you mention yandere carving their name darling's back, I immediately think of Noriaki. He carved name on his arm in the fight with Death 13 so I think he doesn't mind carving his name on darling. He enjoy seeing you squirm because of the pain, licking your blood and tear (he is a sadistic yandere after all).

I wonder how Dio punish his darling when they misbehaving or he just hurt them because of love. Will he drink their blood or just break some of their bones?

A littlest nsfw but which yandere will force themselves on darling? (whatever reason because they love darling so much, or because they want to punish darling, or they just so adore their darling's expressions when doing it)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

For future reference, please put separate questions in different asks. Multiple asks make me happy, and it’s more organized that way. I want to answer your asks as detailed as I possibly can, but with multiple  question asks like this, it makes me feel like I’m prattling on a bit too much for one post. Don’t apologize, you’re not in trouble, let’s just do it this way from now on, okay? ♡

What Noriaki does to himself doesn’t necessarily indicate what he’ll do to others, he just has a high pain tolerance and needed to prove a point. But. He can’t deny how lovely you’d look with ‘Noriaki Kakyoin’ written on you- by means of a blade, of course. Why waste ink when you can have it on you permanently? Oh, a tattoo would be acceptable too, but not everyone can get a tattoo, can they? Noriaki respects your decision- whether it be by religious reason, or a lie to get out of dealing with the needle. He’ll pretend you really mean it as long as you keep playing along, and observe the respective holidays for whichever religion you cling to for salvation from his terrible, terrible designs. Don’t forget, or he’ll really punish you. Lying is wrong. 

DIO is not the nicest man. He may love you, but he’s Machiavellian, through and through. All that matters is the end result, and you know what? You’ve soured his mood. He doesn’t want any sweet nothings, or that attention he’s been demanding from you, he’s fed up! You’ve tried his patience, which he has a lot of in this stage of his life, so you must’ve done something bad. DIO isn’t one to make a big show out of it, do you think he’ll hurt you? He takes away the one thing that should matter the most to you: him. (He’s similar to Giorno in that aspect. Notably, none of his other sons are like that.) He deprives you of your basic needs. If you really want water, you can get it from the sink, or the bathtub he’s allowed you to have. A meal? Sure, you can have a meal (that doesn’t meet any of your dietary restrictions, or your likes/dislikes.), you can even have a drink. (It’s just blood, marked as wine.) Vanilla glares at you as he pours it, and won’t leave until you’ve finished. Don’t be a waste of resources, you stress out his master enough. 

I think most romantic types would force themselves on their darling- not intentionally. They’re just delusional enough to think that you want them. Jean-Pierre, Jotaro, Shinobu, Mountain Tim, Jolyne, F.F., people who want to have sex with their darling out of love rather than lust. The worst part of it is the fact that there’s genuinely no malice behind it- most of them are doing it for your pleasure.

Some, though, are not! Some yanderes force themselves on their darling because they just can't stop themself. It's an urge! An urge you'll have to deal with until they give out- no worries if you can't last as long as they can, they'll hold you where you need to be. Certain stands such as Jolyne's, Noriaki's, and Joseph's have no issue binding you so their user can have their way, but others don't need to rely on a stand, and can force you with their own hands. Hotpants, although I think she'd avoid sex with her darling until she deems it to be time, is notably the type to restrain her darling just by herself- it feels good that way. Please stop squirming, you're ruining it for her.

[wildwinterlunas]

Also from a country family! (American this time around) and I agree sharing food is definitely a key to bonding around here,,,

I can definitely see Cassidy improvising with whatever he's got just lying around, but that has also lead to painful dinners of just boiled unseasoned chicken methinks

I think he can handle spices but would actually just double over and die if you gave him actual spicy food, he acts okay but is swiping milk in between glances

(also forgive me if I'm spamming your asks you just have amazing food for thought)

Ok the funny thing about this is that one of his recipes is Carne Adovada, which from what I looked up is not meant to be a spicy dish, however, the recipe itself says to use two tablespoons of chili powder which is unique because that is on the spicier side. From what I've looked up, yes, Carne Adovada is served with a bit of spice, but it's not traditionally served that spicy (I might be wrong cause this is an American recipe and I haven't even cooked this recipe yet).

Also Cassidy did travel a lot so though I do think Blackwatch Cassidy struggled with really spicey food but because he's a stubborn dumbass who refuses to waste food and doesn't back down from a challenge, so he built up a better tolerance.

However...

He is a man who is literally and international criminal wanted by basically every law enforcement. Not only that but he isn't exactly wealthy or in a position to make meals that would take him a long time...

He's also implied to have lived on the streets both during and shortly after the Crisis.

So yes, this man has eaten unseasoned boiled chicken, and I choose to believe he says that was the lowest point in his life. Cause as I stated in previous posts, I don't think Cassidy is the type to ever waste food, so even if he thinks it shit, he's still going to eat it.

Though there will probably be tears.....

There will defiantly be tears.

Also a little side note, I've been seeing the head canon that Genji can't taste that much unless it's an extreme flavour (like Angela's terrible coffee) because of his cybernetics, so now I like to believe whenever Cassidy cooked something for Blackwatch agents (or just for him and Genji) he increased the flour and spice so that Genji could still taste the food.

(Don't apologise for spamming, honestly I've been looking for an excuse to talk about the OW official cook book for awhile!)

[oinkgoesthecat]

I feel like an imposter in my own life. I know the role, I know the lines, the choreography, the blocking. I know every note. But I'm just playing the role. Some days are better than others. And maybe I am pretending. Maybe I'm just hoping that if I keep pretending that everything is back to normal I'd feel okay again. I don't. I don't want to be back to normal. I want to feel better. But everything feels the same.

I keep pretending I haven't made my decision. But I know I have. I know I'm still going to leave him. And it breaks my heart. He seems to think everything is okay again. We've had a good few days. But I'm not sure if they were actually good. I feel like I've just been giving the best performance of my life since he snapped at me about seeming to barely tolerate his touches. Of course, I didn't fucking want him to touch me, my uterus was trying to murder me. It was excruciating. I was in so much pain but had to keep fucking going because I couldn't stop my life because of period pain. Sex was already far from my mind from the stress, but the murder made it worse. So no, I don't want you grabbing my boobs or squeezing my tummy. I'm tired of being a tummy. My whole sex life revolves around it and kinda hate it at this point. He says I don't have to be fat for him if I don't want to. I never actually wanted to be fat. And yes, I've enjoyed a few things about it. But it's not my kink. I enjoy it but I enjoy the fact it turns him on more. I'm tired of acting a certain way to turn him on. And for what end? He doesn't even fuck me. What is wrong with me that I can't get him to want to fuck me? I understand it's asexual and all that but I feel like screaming. I hate it sometimes. 6 years. 6 years with almost no sexual activity. Fuck. I try so fucking hard. I don't even think I want to have sex with him anymore. I don't think I actually want to interact with him romantically anymore.

I love the days when I feel like I'm hanging out with my best friend. And I know he's making more effort to be more affectionate. But I'm not feeling it. I straight-up lied when I said my distance was unintentional. I don't feel better at all. I just feel I'm like lying better.

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

i thought i heard your voice again (i thought i died too)

Words: 2132 (AO3)

Originally Posted on 2/16/2024

Summary:

One moment, Izuku and his friends are grocery shopping for the upcoming week at the dorms.

The next, everything has collapsed around them, and Todoroki's head is bleeding and he's lying very still.

For Febuwhump 2024 Day 12: Semi-Conscious

It all happens in less than a second.

One moment, everything is fine. The five of them- Uraraka, Todoroki, Iida, Tsuyu, and Izuku himself- are out grocery shopping. Nothing is amiss, no villains are around, nobody's attacked them in a while.

The next moment, somebody screams "Get down!"

Then everything is fire and dust, and the only thing that Izuku can hear is a deafening ringing in his ears.

Immediately, he starts assessing the situation. It looks like the store caved in somehow, possibly due to a situation outside that they can't help with, and the five of them landed in a dusty crater that's just big enough for all of them to stand up and walk around a few feet. Iida looks fine, just a bit shaken up, with a crack in the middle of one of his glasses lenses that wasn't there before; Tsuyu looks to be in a similar state, covered in dust but physically okay; Uraraka and Todoroki, however, would be classified as MIA if he didn't see their shadows in the corner of the crater where the light coming from the ceiling doesn't reach.

Izuku mentally takes a moment to check himself over- by this point, he doesn't always immediately notice if something is wrong, since his pain tolerance has gotten so high- and doesn't think anything's broken. He's got a pretty long cut along his forearm, but it'll be fine as long as he cleans it once they get out, so he deems himself okay enough to go try and help Uraraka and Todoroki. He digs into his pocket for his cell phone, the screen miraculously uncracked, and turns on his flashlight before walking over to them.

Uraraka is sitting down, with Todoroki lying next to her, and neither of them look good. Uraraka has something metal sticking through her arm, and Todoroki's got blood dripping down his face from somewhere in his hair. Both of them are breathing, which is good, and Uraraka even looks up at Izuku's flashlight after a second or two, smiling at him when she sees who it is. She looks him up and down, and winces when she sees the cut on his arm.

"Deku, your arm." She whispers, her voice sounding worn-out even though she sounded fine just before everything caved in; it must be the dust in the air that's making her sound like that.

"Uraraka, your arm." He counters, because he's pretty sure that an impaled arm is a bit worse than a cut one, and all that Uraraka does is shrug with her free shoulder. Izuku's voice sounds similarly worn, and it's kind of hard to talk, so there's probably a lot of stuff in the air right now.

"I'm not the one who's walking around, am I? I kind of thought you didn't notice your injury. You do that sometimes." Uraraka says, then nods her head towards Todoroki. Izuku hears footsteps coming towards them, which must belong to Tsuyu and Iida, though he isn't looking away from Todoroki, who looks the worst off by far. "He's almost definitely got a concussion. He got hit by a big metal thing, he's knocked out now but I don't think he'll be all that coherent if he wakes up in here."

Iida and Tsuyu are closer, now, close enough that they've both heard what Uraraka said. Tsuyu tiptoes around Todoroki, and quietly asks, "Do you want me to put pressure on your arm, kero? It might keep it from bleeding any more." The wound is mostly closed by the pole-like thing, probably a piece of metal rebar, but Uraraka's arm is bleeding sluggishly around it anyway. She nods, and Tsuyu holds the wound closed as well as she can around the rebar.

"Iida, can you go see if there's any cell reception in here? You're the tallest out of all of us, so you'll probably be able to get a better signal." Uraraka asks, and Iida hesitates until Tsuyu and Izuku start nodding along. Then, he takes his phone out- his screen is visibly cracked, and Izuku nearly offers his own phone instead until he realizes that he still needs the flashlight- and starts walking around and searching for a signal.

"I'll call Aizawa-sensei if I get anything." He promises, and then starts moving towards the hole in the collapsed ceiling where light is streaming down at them.

Izuku moves to take Iida's original place, right next to Todoroki's head, and carefully opens his eyes to check for dilation with his flashlight. That's supposed to be important for concussions, though Izuku doesn't know what to do if they do or don't dilate, just that he should probably check one way or the other. He carefully opens Todoroki's right eye, which is probably easier than the left one because he's not scared of getting blood in it, and shines his flashlight into it. The pupil reduces to a pinprick, and Izuku figures that that's probably a good thing, and gets the flashlight out of Todoroki's face.

Izuku puts his phone down, turning his flashlight off to save battery; even though he can't see anybody else anymore, save for Iida, he still knows where Todoroki's face is and where, roughly, his injury is, so Izuku slowly gets to work combing his hands through Todoroki's hair to try and find where the blood is coming from. He knows that head wounds bleed a lot, and that Todoroki's skull probably isn't broken but they definitely shouldn't move him without a medical professional, but other than that? Not a lot. He figures that when he finds the wound, he should put pressure on it, since that's what they were taught to do, but he also thinks that he maybe shouldn't put too much pressure on it? After all, it's a head wound, and Todoroki's already got a concussion, so pressure on his skull might not be the best idea.

Izuku finds it pretty quick- it feels like a cut, nothing more, which is lucky- and holds his hand over it, keeping it from bleeding a whole lot more. There's silence for a few moments while they all wait for news from Iida, or for Todoroki to wake up, or sirens outside.

Iida is the first out of the three things to make noise- he shouts out to the rest of them, "I've got signal, but I'm hesitant to move too far from this spot for now- I'll put the call on speaker!" Then, without waiting for an answer, he does just that, with his phone loud enough for all of them to hear the dial tone.

They all wait in a tense silence as the phone rings. Once, twice, and on the third ring Aizawa finally picks up; he sounds bored answering, so he probably hasn't heard about anything happening yet. "What do you want, problem children? Did you forget the grocery list?"

Iida tells him what happened, the building collapse of unknown cause, that they're all trapped with two major injuries and one minor injury- Izuku protests that bit, and he hears Aizawa sigh and say, "So three major injuries," which he's insulted by- and that Todoroki is unconscious and likely concussed.

Todoroki, at that exact moment, mumbles something inaudible under his breath, and Izuku updates Iida accordingly. "He's waking up!" He calls across the crater, and he can feel Todoroki's minute flinch at the loud sound.

"Sorry." He whispers to Todoroki, to get another mumble in response.

Iida relays all of this to Aizawa, who doesn't say much of anything in response, but they can hear from background noise that this isn't because he's ignoring them; in fact, it sounds suspiciously like he's leaving whatever building he's in and going elsewhere, probably towards them, possibly to help with search and rescue. As soon as they're freed from here, Izuku knows that that's what he's going to be doing, no matter what anybody says otherwise, as soon as they clean up his arm. It won't do anybody any good for him to be bleeding all over them, after all!

Finally, there's a sound like a door closing, and Aizawa asks, "You were in walking distance, correct? No trains?"

Izuku and the others stare at each other for a guilty moment. In truth, they'd been told to go somewhere within walking distance, but then Uraraka had remembered an ad she'd gotten earlier about some special collectible keychains only available today at an arcade just one train away- there was a store just next door, she'd reasoned, and even Iida wasn't that hard to persuade, considering how stir-crazy the dorms are making everyone- so they are not within walking distance of UA.

"I... we're actually one stop away on the A train, Sensei." Iida takes the fall, visibly cringing, but Aizawa does little more than sigh in response.

"I heard about the arcade from Kaminari earlier, when he was begging me to be allowed a pass off-campus. I'm at the station." Aizawa seems to have accurately predicted their decision, and Izuku doesn't know if he should be relieved or afraid, probably both. He's more relieved given the current situation, especially since Todoroki doesn't seem completely awake.

Iida calls out, "My phone battery is getting low. I'll take the call off speaker unless Sensei tells me otherwise." Everybody except for Todoroki says something to acknowledge this, and they are without Aizawa again for the time being.

"Hey, you awake?" Uraraka murmurs in Todoroki's vague direction, while Tsuyu and Izuku wait tensely for a response.

"... 'Yumi?" He mumbles, and Izuku doesn't know if he should laugh or cry. Todoroki clearly doesn't know where he is or what's happened, so he's definitely at least concussed, and they don't know how long it'll be before they can get help. That's sobering enough to take even the tiny amount of humor that was there out of the situation.

"No, that's Uraraka. Do you know where we are?" Izuku responds. He's calm, and quiet, and his voice is as measured as he can make it considering the dust in the air. It feels like it's settling, at least, considering the grimy feeling on his body that he didn't feel a few moments ago.

"... Touya. You must be Touya, because if I'm dead then you're here, right? I missed you." Todoroki mumbles incoherently, and Izuku doesn't know who Touya is any more than he knows why Todoroki thinks he's dead. Neither, it seems, do Uraraka or Tsuyu, judging by their continued silence.

"No, you're not dead. Aizawa's coming to help, okay? Just... just lay there, don't move. Got it?" Izuku tries, unsure on how to talk to Todoroki while he's in this state. He belatedly realizes that he forgot to correct him on the Touya thing, then figures it doesn't really matter. Todoroki will figure it out eventually, and they have bigger things to worry about than make sure that he's fully aware of Izuku's name.

" 'Kay." Todoroki mumbles, even more quietly than before, and Izuku thinks that he might be falling asleep. That's... that's bad, right? Definitely bad.

"Hey, hey, don't fall asleep. Wake up." Izuku whispers urgently, his voice already cracking with all the crap in the air.

"Why? 'S he home?" Todoroki seems more awake now, kind of panicked, and clearly has no idea of who else is here. Uraraka and Tsuyu don't know what Endeavor's really like, since they still seem like they like him, and Izuku knows the both of them well enough that if they did know the truth, any Endeavor-related billboard or advertisement within a decent range of UA would be defaced within a couple of business days. Izuku has to quickly weigh how much he wants to say, versus what will keep Todoroki awake while Aizawa gets here and the search and rescue teams find them.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's home, so you gotta stay awake." Izuku feels really bad for lying like this, for saying too much, but if it keeps Todoroki from dying then he'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, some debris from the ceiling clatters to the ground. The hole where the light is coming from looks a little bit bigger, and Izuku knows he's not the only one looking up in a panic. Iida visibly startles, and does something with his phone before holding it out towards them like he had earlier.

"The first responders have found an unstable crater that they think may be occupied. Some small pieces of debris have been knocked loose in order to make a sound, so that survivors can call out. Are you in there?" Aizawa asks, in a businesslike tone, and the five of them respond not to him, but to the first responders and paramedics that must be above them.

[hellyeahsickaf]

I worded this the way I did for a reason:

"when you're in need of immediate treatment" "especially if you think your life is in danger or something could at least cause severe harm if untreated."

I didn't say make shit up. To be clear, do not make up symptoms you don't have. But if you need to cry to be believed, then fucking cry if you can.

Doctors often do not believe you if you don't appear to be in pain (many pw chronic illnesses are not looking like they're at a 7-9 when they are bc pain is their normal). Or sometimes they're unconvinced for one reason or another. This could have cost me my life on multiple occasions. I have a dissociative disorder so sometimes I can't play it up, it doesn't show because I'm so far removed from my pain. On top of that I'm allergic to NSAIDs. Sometimes addicts experiencing withdrawals say the same so many times I've had to wait hours for any sort of pain relief while they looked over to see if I seemed to be telling the truth. They often don't believe me when I do.

When I was 7 or 8, I fell off of my scooter and landed on the handlebar- directly on my orbital. Half an inch or so further and it would've gone right through my silly little brain. Had every symptom of a concussion but I didn't show the pain much. They just scolded me for not wearing a helmet (would not have prevented the injury). I told them I was in a lot of pain but it didn't show and they didn't believe me. Over a decade later I get an MRI for migraines and they pick up what they believe is a congenital defect or a sign of an old fracture. Essentially "this is probably just a defect but ask the patient if he's ever broken his face" (they didn't ask lol). Looking at the images I knew exactly the injury I was looking at. I was concussed, broke my skull, and they sent me home and told me I was irresponsible

Few days after that injury I passed out, and ate shit and paramedics had to show up. And still all they had to tell me was to drink Pedialyte.

In the post I also added, "This goes much extra if you're black, and doctors and staff have biases, sometimes awful ones. Some even still believe that black people have a better pain tolerance"

I can attest to this as I'm half black (a little less like 40%ish idk). I've been told that I should have a better pain tolerance but I must not have inherited that 🙄. I'm racially ambiguous in appearance (though sometimes if I flare up really bad I get so pale people have thought I was just white lmao) but it is a legitimate belief that some have, that black people just have a better pain tolerance. As mentioned this dates back to slavery. It was used as justification for beating slaves.

Hell my shitty ex even believed it. He was no doctor but he said he learned it in health class. Said some stupid shit about how I should have a better pain tolerance than him and he wasn't joking.

So yeah I agree with you for the most part. Be honest about your symptoms. If you think you have a stomach issue don't tell them you have chest pains if you don't. But if you're not being believed and you have reason to believe something serious is going on, you may need to cry, you may need to hold your stomach and double over. Medical neglect like this could've killed me as recent as last Summer. It wasn't the first or second or even fifth time it was that urgent and they treated me like shit.

Doctors think they know when you're lying and sometimes they're right. Sometimes they're not. I have a lot of experience with them being wrong actually and my first memory of that happening is when I broke my god damn skull. The most recent was when I was laughed at over the phone for asking for pain medication days after I was in the hospital for like 6-8 hours before I was given anything more for my pain than Tylenol

And to address your tags:

The situations I'm talking about is when you are the patient in need of life saving care. Again I'm not saying act like you're having a heart attack when your symptoms allude to appendicitis. I don't understand why you seem to have interpreted this as "pretend you're dying even tho you're clearly not lol"

Lying doesn't make doctors treat me better because I don't lie to them. They also already treat me like shit. But playing up my symptoms (when I can, sometimes I don't have the ability to) has saved me potentially several hours of traumatizing levels of pain and at times probably my life or severe consequences

It's not that I've been manipulated by the hating doctors website. It's just what I've had to do to survive or at least minimize the trauma of the experience

Play up your symptoms in the ER and urgent care when you're in need of immediate treatment. No I am not kidding. This goes much extra if you're black, and especially if you think your life is in danger or something could at least cause severe harm if untreated. Doctors and staff have biases, sometimes awful ones. Some even still believe that black people have a better pain tolerance but that was a lie created to justify American slavery.

[tswaney17]

I Do Bad Things with You - Part 38

As promised, we're celebrating my 30th birthday with a little update. 🎂🎁 This is definitely a filler chapter, and one that I fought with a lot. I'm not entirely happy with it, but we're going to move on. I have so many exciting things coming for this AU that I can't wait to share with you. Thank you all for reading! 💙💜💚

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW (kinda)

Word Count: 5,461

It had been three months since Feyre’s gallery showing and Elain and Azriel were living in utter bliss. Though the quietness from Elias and Azriel’s brothers kept him on edge, he didn’t let that affect them. Even agreeing to let up on her security protocols for getting dropped off at work—seeing as she was late twice. Granted, she had to sway him a bit, which meant she ended up kneeling on the couch and then bent over the armrest.

Not that she minded one bit.

Since she’d broken through that last barrier of her trauma, Elain felt like a new woman. One who was fully confident sexually and able to give Azriel more of herself.

He took full advantage of it too. Just last night, they were going at it doggy-style, but rather than maintaining an upright position like her ex would, Azriel leaned over her and held her against his chest so she slid up and down his body, their skin maintaining contact.

Holding them both up with one arm, he wrapped the other one around her, securing her to him. Elain had never thought doggy-style could hold any kind of intimacy—any sort of romance—but like always, Az surprised her with how he pleasured her. He liked the feeling of her against him when they fucked and, well, she loved it too.

Elain smiled to herself as she made her way to the private wing of the emergency room where high-valued patients were kept. Viviane had paged her, telling her someone requested her specifically for a consultation. “Hi Viv,” she called when the bleach blonde appeared in her line of sight.

“Ellie,” she smiled. “Thank you for coming down. I tried to persuade him to have a regular check-up before going straight to a surgical consultation, but he was insistent,” Viv explained handing over the iPad with the patient’s medical chart on it.

Glancing through the notes, nothing stood out to her.

“Do you recognize the name?”

She shook her head. “I don’t. I’ve never heard of this man before.” Her brows furrowed as she tapped the screen, digging further. “There’s not much here. What is he in for?”

“Appendicitis. Said you took out a friend’s and they recommended you.”

Elain looked up at her friend and caught the caution in her eyes. “You don’t believe him.” It wasn’t a question.

Viviane shrugged a shoulder. “If he has appendicitis, then he’s got a very high threshold for pain tolerance.”

“Do you think he’s lying to hide what’s really wrong?”

“Possibly. Though I’m not sure what it could be that he couldn’t tell me but will tell you.”

Hugging the iPad to her chest, Elain said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Striding to the closed door of a private room, she knocked and entered. “Hello, Mr. Thompson. I’m Doctor Ar—”

She froze three steps into the room.

Because the man that turned around on the other side of the exam table was none other than Elias Hewn himself.

He smiled sinisterly at her. “Hello, Elain Archeron,” he cooed.

Like a doe, she turned to bolt from the room but found the door being slammed shut and blocked by another man, larger in stature than Elias. A guard of some sort, she assumed. The size of him, the way his biceps bulged when he crossed his arms indicated she was likely correct in that assumption.

Trapped.

She was trapped.

Her heart skipped in her chest as fear settled in. Whirling around to face Elias, Elain lifted her chin and told him, “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve to come here.”

The man chuckled, slowly walking around the table and towards her. “You should consider yourself lucky I merely came here and didn’t take you while you were leaving.” His head cocked to the side. “Though, correct me if I’m wrong, that’s already happened to you, has it not?” he taunted.

How he knew about her kidnapping was beyond her, but then again, he played in a world she wasn’t completely privy to. News about Azriel’s girl getting kidnapped by Hybern and his killing them probably spread like wildfire in the underworld.

His lips curved up even more. “I’ll take your silence as confirmation.” He moved closer to her, stepping into her personal space and letting his eyes flick over her face. “I can see why Azriel is so taken with you. You really are gorgeous.”

“Azriel,” she snapped, “is taken by more than just my looks. I don’t think I could say the same for you.” Elain folded her arms across her chest, careful with the iPad still clutched in her hand. “What the fuck do you want?”

Elias tugged on a lock of hair, letting the curl wrap around his finger before thumbing one of the earrings that her boyfriend gave to her for her birthday.

They were gorgeous halo studs, sapphires in the center, and surrounded by diamonds. He had been insistent that she keep them when she tried to tell him they were too much and took to using his mouth into persuading her.

His lips curled up. “Azriel has good taste in jewelry.” His knuckle ran over the curve of her cheek. “Is that how he keeps your legs spread?”

Elain’s face heated at the words, at the implication. But she bit her tongue, letting him think he was luring her in.

He leaned forward until his lips touched the shell of her ear. “I could show you things he never could.” He said it in a daze, almost trance-like. His body shifted closer until any large breath would have his chest brushing hers.

Her blood raced as he encroached in on her, dominating her person with his presence. And just when she knew he thought he had her, Elain brought her arm back and cracked it across his face, hard enough to send his head snapping to the side. “Do not touch me,” she snarled, stepping back to add space between them.

His fingers touched his cheek, mouth parting in what she could only describe as shock.

Before he could say anything, she snarled, “How dare you come in here, posing as a patient, and lay your hand on me.” Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Like a symphony of an enemy’s drum as it approached.

Faster than she could detect, his hand snapped forward, gripping her by the throat and pinning her against the door. Her back smacked the wood, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Do you have any idea what you two have done to me? To my company?” he hissed in her face. The rage that lined his features reminded her so much of that night with her ex-fiancé. She knew what happened when men lost their temper; remembered seeing that same viciousness in his eyes that she saw in Graysen’s.

But Elain wasn’t the same woman she was when he tried to assault her. No, she was the girlfriend of a mobster. Despite the fear racing through her veins, it was time the world recognized and respected her power for who she was. She wasn’t going to let her terror make her cower to this man.

Throwing on her best sneer, ignoring how hard her chest was beating, she told him, “That sounds like more of your poor planning than our problem. And you need to leave. Now.”

Elias’s dark eyes narrowed, fingers tightening around her throat, restricting her airway that much more, as he looked at her. Really looked at her. Assessed her in a way that told her he was trying to determine how much of a fight she’d put up. He released her neck, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants like he was restraining himself from grabbing her again. “You and I are connected, Elain. I felt it the first moment we met.”

She nearly got whiplash from the change in direction, gulping down quiet breaths now that his hand was removed from her throat, but she focused on his words.

The night of the fundraiser, when he sniffed the skin of her inner wrist and grabbed her when she denied him what he wanted. “There is no connection between us, Elias. You need to get that through your skull.”

“Then how do you explain you sensing my presence at the club?” he asked, cocking his head to the side once more, dark hair sliding across his brow. “I know you felt me watching you—saw you looking around for me.”

“I didn’t know it was you.” A lie. She and Azriel both were convinced it was Elias at the club even though Az never found footage of him. He had to have come in some sort of disguise.

A smile curled up the side of his mouth. “Liar. You knew it was me.”

She stayed quiet.

Elias shook his head, laughing to himself in a way that had her blood going cold. “Believe what you want, pet, but we both know the truth—”

Elain had had enough of his games. Pushing off the door and forcing him to take a startled step back, she demanded, “What do you want, Elias? I won’t ask again.”

He shifted on his feet. “I just want you both to know how easy it is to get to you. That no matter how much security he has in place, I can still find you.” He stepped closer, leaning in until his mouth grazed her cheek in a featherlight kiss.

Her body locked up, but she refused to show him just how much his closeness affected her.

“I will exact my revenge on you both. You won’t know when, or where, but one day I’m coming for you for what you did. And when I do, we will have so much fun.”

Anxiety gripped her chest at his words. At the underlying threat in his tone. She knew he wasn’t lying; that one day, he would take what he believed he was owed. But the worst fear was that she didn’t know how he would try and take his revenge.

“Have a good day, Doctor Archeron,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, and tell Azriel good luck getting to me.” Shooting her a wink, he and the other male strode from the room, the door clicking shut behind him and his guard.

Elain gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth as a sob tore out of her throat. She dropped the iPad to the ground and pulled out her phone with shaky fingers. Clicking on Azriel’s name, she put the phone to her ear.

He answered before the second ring. “Hello, love.”

A strangled sound escaped her that had him instantly on alert.

“Elain,” he said her name urgently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She sniffed, hating the tears that built in her throat and were threatening to flow down her cheeks. Pathetic—it was absolutely pathetic how much he affected her, but she couldn’t stop the droplets from rolling down her cheeks. “He was here,” she said so quietly, Elain wasn’t even sure Az could hear her.

“Who, Elain?”

Swallowing the painful lump, she breathed, “Elias.”

The line went silent for half a second. And then she heard him moving. “Did he touch you?” The wrath in his voice had some dark piece of her soul stirring.

She debated on telling him or not, knowing it would anger him further, but eventually decided to go with the truth. “He…he grabbed my neck,” she told him, fingers grazing the skin of her throat where she was concerned bruises might form. “Az—he was at the club that night. He told me.”

Her boyfriend swore low and filthily. “I should’ve put a fucking bullet in him when I had the chance.”

The words didn’t bring her any comfort, something he must’ve sensed because he added a bit more softly, “El, the Moonbeam twins are in the lobby waiting for you. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Elain tried to take a steadying breath. “I’m okay, Az.”

“I’d like to see that for myself.”

She didn’t get the chance to argue further before the door of the exam room swung open revealing Connall and Fenrys, along with a very concerned-looking Viviane.

Finding her kneeling on the floor—when had she gotten down here?—the golden blond twin was instantly moving to her side, lying a comforting palm on her back.

“How the fuck did he get in here?” he snarled at the nurse.

Viviane blanched at the tone. “He came in by ambulance.” Hence why neither of the twins saw him enter the building.

“And you just let him in here with her alone?”

Those crystal blue eyes turned to ice. “How was I supposed to know he was a threat to her? He used a different name and it’s not like you’re out here waving around pictures and names of people who are a threat to her for me to review. Of course, I wouldn’t have let him near her if I had any inkling that he was dangerous.”

Azriel’s midnight voice cut through the arguing, having heard the exchange. “Love, can you pass me off to Fenrys, please?”

Elain tapped his shoulder to get his attention before offering up her phone. She kept her gaze on her lap, trying to work through the anxiety in her mind until her breathing slowed, going through the motions she established with her therapist.

“Mr. Knight, I—” he was interrupted by Azriel.

And although she couldn’t hear the conversation, she had a vague idea of what he was saying. That Viviane was her friend and she’d never let any harm come to her knowingly.

“Yes,” Fenrys said. “By ambulance.” From the corner of her eye, she caught him nodding his head along to whatever was being spoken to him on the other line. “No, of course. I will…sure.” The twin passed her back the phone.

Her boyfriend’s voice was a welcome balm to her worries. “Elain, would you like to take the rest of the day off and go home, or do you want to work until the end of your shift?”

She was surprised by his offer, having figured he’d want her to go home immediately. “You don’t want me to come home?”

He paused, likely debating her question and how to answer it. “The decision is not mine. It’s yours. Now that Elias has approached you, I don’t believe he’ll do it again at the moment. However, if you do choose to stay and work, I would like the twins inside the lobby to monitor who comes and goes.”

Elain didn’t want to let Elias’s sudden presence affect her. She refused to give that to him. If she was going to be Az’s partner in life, she couldn’t let events like this control her from doing her job; from living how she wanted to. Taking a deep breath, she told Azriel, “I want to stay.”

“My strong girl,” he murmured sweetly and she could hear the pride in his voice. “Okay, let them know you’re staying. I’ll swing by shortly just to check in—”

“No.” Elain was surprised at how sturdy her voice came out. “He wants to get a rise out of me, out of you. He likely anticipates you flying over here to check up on me and take me home, and is sitting out in the parking lot somewhere to watch. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Let’s make it seem like his threat isn’t worth our time. That will show him.”

She didn’t need to see his face to know it had taken on a deadly grin. “Spoken like a true queen of the underworld. I concur. Keep your eyes open for anything else and stay safe, El. Let the twins know what the plan is. I’ll see you tonight.”

After bidding him goodbye, Elain rose to her feet with a set determination she hadn’t felt in a long time. “All right…here’s what we’re going to do.”

~~~

A week after Elias’s surprise visit and Elain was starting to feel it. Three nights she’d woken up from nightmares, Azriel hovering over her as he attempted to pull her from her dreams. Despite her desire to not let him affect her, her dreams wouldn’t give her a reprieve.

Just last night she had shaken herself awake, breaths coming out in shallow gasps. 

But Azriel was already pulling her into his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her racing one, to calm her heavy breathing. He’d run his beautifully scarred hands over her back; stroked through her damp air.

She’d take a few minutes to collect herself. Just allowing his presence, his scent to comfort her. Some nights he’d try to ask her about the dreams, but last night he just held her until she fell back asleep. Elain appreciated that he never pushed her into talking about her nightmares.

But after just three episodes, she was bound and determined to shake them.

That was how she found herself standing in Az’s—well, their—home gym, eying all the different equipment. He was currently in his office down the hallway, working, so she figured she could take advantage of his busy state.

Looking at all the weights and the bench, Elain felt herself feeling a bit intimidated, so she started on the treadmill to work up her courage. After two miles—huffing and puffing because fuck, she hated running—she hopped off and stretched out her muscles.

Glancing at the weight bench, Elain plucked her bravery from deep in her gut, slipped on a ten-pound weight on either side of the bar, and laid down. Twenty pounds wasn’t too heavy. She could do that.

Taking a deep breath, she slid the bar off the little hooks when it dropped on her chest. The wind was knocked from her lungs as she desperately tried to push the weighted bar off her, but it was no use. Her panic about being pinned down crept on the edge of her mind. Wheezing as she tried to catch her breath, Elain managed to get out a desperate, “Azriel!”

Quick footsteps sounded down the hallway and then he appeared in the doorway. A filthy curse word left his lips as he rushed over to her, gripping the bar with one hand and effortlessly lifting it off her chest and back onto the hooks. “Elain, hey. Are you all right?” he murmured, coming round to kneel beside her.

Panting, she went limp on the bench, eyes closing as she tried to level her breathing out.

He waited patiently for her to calm down, fingers squeezing her thigh and letting his thumb swoop across the fabric of her leggings. Once she was back to normal, Elain opened her eyes and found Azriel staring down at her.

“El, sweetheart…do you want to tell me what you were doing?”

Sitting up, she flipped her leg over the bench to face him fully. “I don’t want to feel weak again.” She cast her eyes down towards her lap. “Elias showing up at the hospital has put me on edge—”

“I know. It has for me too,” he told her, taking her hands in one of his.

She looked back up at his face. “I thought that maybe if I started using some of your weights, I’d feel safer. Like I could protect myself.” She eyed the weights next to her with disdain. “I must be weaker than I thought because I only stuck twenty pounds on it.”

Azriel’s lips curled up. “Elain, love, the bar itself weighs around forty pounds alone. You were trying to lift sixty.”

“Oh…” Well, that explained why she couldn’t lift it and made her feel less incompetent.

“And without a spotter.”

Golden-brown eyes met his hazel ones. “You don’t use a spotter.”

“I’m also well-versed in lifting weights. And I know my limits. I don’t go above them when I’m working out alone.” He lifted his palm to cup her cheek, letting his thumb swoop over the apple of it. “But you’re right. I don’t use a spotter and I should.”

He brushed his finger over her skin again. “Do you want to try again? With me here. And no weights—just the bar this time.”

Elain glanced at the weight bench and then back at him. “Not today. I think I’m done trying to lift weights for now. Can we go again in a couple of days?”

“Of course.” Az leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “And you’re not weak, Elain. I’ve seen the things you can do…what Cash has taught you.” He reached up to stroke the delicate skin of her throat where she knew the finger-shaped bruises were starting to fade. “You are far from weak, my love.”

She felt those words brand themselves on her soul. He was right—of course, he was right. She was the girlfriend of a mob leader…she would never be weak again. Rising from the bench, she headed for the door but stopped at the threshold to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to shower. Care to join me?”

Heat flared in his eyes as he quickly followed behind her. “Like you have to ask.” Azriel swooped down to throw her over his shoulder, making her laugh.

“Az, I’m all sweaty. Put me down.”

He popped her on the ass. “You act like that’s going to stop me from ravishing you in the shower.”

And ravish her he did.

~~~~~

It had been a month since Elias had surprised Elain at the hospital and they had yet to hear another peep from him. Azriel had Ruhn searching for him, but even he had been unable to locate the fucker.

It infuriated him to no end, especially since he made the comment to Elain about “good luck finding me,” and directed it towards Az himself. Not being able to find him now was just a nail in the coffin of his rage.

Ruhn believed the bastard had gotten in with the Illyrian Mob, and he had to agree. Nobody else would be able to hide from him or his crew for this long without the help and resources of the rival gang. He also said that there was still no word on what they planned to do with the information about his relationship with Elain.

Just the two unknowns combined made him antsy for the other shoe to drop. However, he didn’t let that take away from his time with Elain.

“Still nothing on him. No phone records, no credit card purchases. He’s simply fallen off the face of the earth,” Ruhn growled through the phone, equally as pissed about being unable to locate the bastard.

Az sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Frankie has him hidden and protected. He would’ve had to if he planned to utilize him after what he did to Elain.”

The man on the other line paused before quietly asking, “How is she?”

“The bruises that fucker left on her neck are finally gone,” he snarled, rage building in his gut as he remembered seeing those finger-shaped purple marks dotting her immaculate pale flesh.

“We’ll find him, Azriel. I give you my word I’ll bring him to you for revenge.”

He let out a breath, knowing that Ruhn would do everything in his power to capture that fucker for him. Because Elias signed his death warrant when he laid his hands on Elain. “Thanks, Ruhn. Call me with any updates.” He ended the call, dropping his phone onto his desk and letting out a loud groan, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes until he saw spots.

It had been rough for his girl since he showed up at the hospital, though things had calmed down since then.

After about two weeks, her nightmares seemed to lessen and now she was rarely having any, thank fuck. He hated waking up in the middle of the night to her whimpered cries, body shaking from her terrors. Ached to take away her pain. To do anything other than just hold her after an attack. But that seemed to be all he could do for her at the moment. He just hoped it was enough for her.

His intercom on his phone buzzed and Nuala’s voice filtered through the line. “Mr. Knight: Feyre and Rhysand Archeron are here to see you.”

Fuck, he was not in the mood for company, knowing any little thing would set off his anger. He clicked the button to respond. “Thanks, Nuala. Send them in.”

Rising from his seat, Az buttoned his suit jacket just as his door swung open to reveal his siblings. Feyre leading, and Rhys carrying a large, flat object wrapped in paper. “Good morning, Feyre. Rhys. Is that my art piece?” he asked, nodding toward the hidden item.

“Indeed it is,” his sister chirped. “Where’s it going? The front wall?”

“Yes, right there,” he pointed towards the wall directly in front of his desk. Helping Rhys move the painting over, he ripped off the wrapping and stood back to admire the piece. “Fey, this is gorgeous. One of your best works. Thank you, for this.”

The artist beamed at the compliment. “It was truly a pleasure to paint this. And I’m happy you out of everyone connected with it.”

He knew what she was referring to, the fact that it was of an Illyrian from the history of his heritage, one he adamantly vocalized being against. It was a surprise for everyone when he requested that specific piece. But perhaps it was time to recognize the flaws and move past them.

“Do you want us to hang it?” Rhys asked, watching his brother closely. As a half-Illyrian—one who recognized and sympathized with him and his issues—he was the most curious about Az’s sudden change of heart.

And Cash, of course.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll email our maintenance team to come to hang it sometime this week.” He studied the art piece leaning against the wall. “But thanks for the offer.” Azriel walked back around his desk and sat down.

Feyre perched herself in one of the leather chairs, craning her neck around to brush a fingertip over the hole in the back. “Az, what happened here?”

He met her gaze and debated if he should tell them the truth or not. Opting for the former, he told them, “I threw my letter opener at Elias after he made some nasty comment about Elain. It embedded there in the leather.”

Their eyes went as large as saucers but it was Rhys who asked, “Does threatening everybody who comments about her seem like the wisest decision?”

“It makes me feel better,” he said petulantly, eyes flashing dangerously as if daring his brother to make another comment like that.

“I think what Rhys is getting at,” Feyre interjected to stop the brewing storm forming between the brothers, “is that will those threats come at a cost? Will it put Elain in more danger?”

Azriel sighed, rubbing at his brows. This was not a conversation he needed to be having with his siblings. But like normal, they were sticking their noses in a place where they didn’t belong. “Elain is in danger just by being with me. Since we’ve established that there is no going back on that, I will do everything in my power to make sure she’s safe. That she remains safe. And if that means threatening and putting myself between her and anyone who dares speak her name, then so be it. It is a price I am willing to pay.”

“Is she?” Rhys challenged.

“Come again?”

“Is she willing to let you put yourself in that position?” his brother clarified. At his silence, Rhys powered on. “Every threat you make, every enemy that comes forth puts her in danger, Az. It’s not just you anymore. You have to think of her—”

“I am thinking of her!” he snarled. “You don’t live in my world, Rhysand. You don’t understand the consequences of looking weak. I can’t just walk away. If I tried, they would come for me. And for her. I will not let that happen.”

His brother just looked at him; those violet eyes assessing his words. His anger. Finally, he leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers together. “I only want to keep her safe, Az. She is more like a sister to me than an in-law. I will always look out for her well-being. Even if it’s against you.”

The words were like a blow. How far he had fallen with his siblings to see him as only endangering their family. His love. Perhaps, in their own way, they were right. Ever since he came back into Elain’s life, he had thoroughly derailed it. She’d been kidnapped, used as leverage, stalked, threatened…the list goes on.

But she had brought so much good to his life. Joy, happiness, a sense of purpose. He wanted to build a life with her. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he couldn’t have that and balance his more deadly self.

Feyre cleared her throat, recapturing his attention. “Elain told Nesta and me a little bit about what was going on when we went dress shopping.” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. It was a nervous tick he picked up on—something she did when she was trying to figure out how to say something. “Is there still a threat going on?”

He and Elain had spoken about how much information they told their siblings. They had agreed on a “needs to know” basis, and well, this felt like it was needed to know. So, he told them everything. About Elias’s initial threat, his stalking at the club. Him seeking her out at the hospital. Azriel laid everything into the open for them.

His sister’s brows had gone straight to her hairline, her hand partially covering her mouth in shock. “That is…terrifying. How is Elain managing it?”

“Comes and goes. She had some nightmares after Elias sought her out at the hospital, but we’ve managed to get those under control. I’m trying not to be overbearing with her protection detail, but want to make sure she’s covered should anything happen. The Moonbeam brothers are staking out in the hospital lobby now.”

Rhys leaned forward to rest his elbows on the tops of his knees. “Maybe you guys should take some time. Get out of Velaris for a bit and let things calm down.”

He sighed, the breath whooshing from his chest. “I’d love to, but I don’t know if Elain has any vacation time built up.”

Feyre snorted. “Please. Elain hasn’t taken a vacation day since she was hired at the hospital for her residency two years ago. She’s got like two and a half weeks built up. And when her residency completes in a few months and they hire her as the attending, she’ll accrue like fifteen additional days a year.”

An idea took root as his sister-in-law spoke. “She told me that she wanted to go on a vacation. To the beach. I think a surprise trip is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

Rhys snickered at the pun.

“I’ll need to give her boss a few weeks’ notice. Maybe the middle of next month?” he said more to himself than anyone else.

“I think that sounds perfect. Get her out of the city. Honestly, I think the last time Elain did any sort of traveling was right before she started college. Since then, she’s been buckling down on her studies. It would be well-deserved. And a long-time coming,” Rhys told him.

He nodded in agreement. “Wait, we have Nesta and Cassian’s baby shower next month.”

“We can move it,” his sister said. “Nesta will only be seven months along next month. We can move it to the following one. No invitations have been sent out anyways.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience them.”

Feyre waved him off. “Please. I think Nesta would be happy to know that you took Elain somewhere safe.”

He supposed that was true. “I think I will. Thanks, guys.”

Feyre and Rhys rose from their respective chairs, each offering him an encouraging smile. “Well, we should be off. We have a few other deliveries today from the gallery show.”

They were almost to the door before he called out, “Oh, Feyre.” He waited until she turned to look at him.

A secretive smile overtook his face. “What’s Elain’s ring size?”

~~~~~

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[phantomenby]

Pincushion

Ignore this if you want, but could you maybe do a poly!lost boys imagine where the reader has a very high pain tolerance, and the boys see that coming into play for the first time? If you don’t wanna do it I completely understand, luv u<3

This was a fun one I hope you like it anon thank u for the request <3

"What the fuck is wrong with your arm?"

You had gone out to meet the boys at the boardwalk after spending the day out hiking on your own. And yes, you had fallen over a good few times, even tumbling down a hill at one point. Landing quite awkwardly too, but you brushed it off and kept going, not wanting to miss out on the good weather.

By the time you got back your left arm felt like you had slept on it, the fuzzy feeling driving you insane as you tried to get it out of your tight shirt, thinking your bag and clothing must have just been too tight.

It wasn't until you went out to the boardwalk for the evening that you realised something had gone wrong.

-

They were staring at you with horror and concern, it had happened a few times on your walk over but you just thought your lack of colour coordination was becoming akin to a crime in sunny Santa Carla.

"Is there something on my face?" Deciding to break the silence you gestured to yourself, ignoring the stiffness in your arm as you moved it and the wincing of the boys in front of you.

"Y-your arm-" Marko gagged as you waved it around, curling in on himself as he tried not to look.

David still had an unlit cigarette between his lips, his ocean eyes wide and bugging out. As the leader, he was trying to remain composed, but even he couldn't understand how you as a human were able to stand the pain of the broken limb jutting out under your skin.

Dwayne was the first to approach you, holding his hand out like you were a scared kitten as he reached for your arm. He watched your face as he began to poke and prod it, showing you that your forearm had snapped and looked quite disturbing to any onlookers.

You flushed, trying to tug it away, "oh", Dwayne ignored you, keeping you still as his hand soothed your heated skin.

"Flower...can you really not feel it?"

Paul was watching you now, hands running down his face as his eyes focused on your arm.

"N-no," he came closer, reaching forward, stopped by Dwayne as he sent him a look.

"Don't you dare"

He whined in response, "c'mon dude, I wanna see if they can feel anywhere else." It was pretty confusing, any other time they had touched you your skin had been pretty responsive, but now you didn't even flinch as Paul pinched your skin

It was more annoying than anything.

Dwayne wrapped an arm around your waist and led you back over to the bikes where Marko and David were waiting, they would need to take you back to the cave and put it in a splint, hospital appointments were expensive and you didn't have insurance.

-

You were sat on Paul's lap, Marko beside you running his hands through your hair in a comforting motion as Dwayne wrapped your arm up, looking to you occasionally to make sure you were ok.

"Guy's m'fine I promise," they just shrugged you off, convinced their precious little human was just trying to be brave for them, "seriously, I just don't feel pain that much, since always."

David quirked a brow and began digging in your mind, he could see you weren't lying but wanted to search for proof. He found multiple memories where you hurt yourself and just continued on like nothing happened. Growling softly he pushed them into his brother's mind.

Dwayne stopped wrapping your arm as his eyes glazed over, looking at the two blondes you saw the same look in their eyes and whined, poking their faces as you tried to bring them back to you.

By the time their eyes had returned to normal Paul was looking down at you with a mischievous grin, Marko chewing on his thumb while chuckling, they were both clearly plotting something.

"So little bug..." Paul's slight stubble scratched against your cheek as he brought his face close to yours, "you can't feel any pain? So say if we-"

Dwayne immediately ripped you off his lap, pulling you into his arms, glaring down at the blondes, "no."

It wasn't a question and they both began to pout as their fun was ruined. David told them to at least wait until you were healed from your current injury, offering you blood in the meantime which you turned down.

-

Two months later your arm was back to normal and you were getting sick of being babied. Tonight you would have some fun. Though what you would do you weren't sure, there was the skatepark but at night it was just full of stoners and a group affectionately named the 'skate sharks' by Paul. Maybe a swim would be good, but the ocean would be awfully cold.

Then you remembered what David had said when you were back in the cave when they had discovered your little secret. Paul and Marko had been watching you, waiting, wanting nothing more than to play some tricks on you. Knowing those two they would probably try something tonight.

Getting dressed as the sun began to go down you readied yourself for a long night, climbing on your bike you cycled down to the boardwalk, they wouldn't be out for at least an hour still so you could explore for yourself.

After some time of strolling through the little market stalls and snacking on cotton candy you decided to head to the carousel, thinking of riding it before the boys came to meet you, it was already dark enough and they would usually be the ones to seek you out.

"Wha-" something sharp jabbed into your side and you turned to see who it was only to be met with empty air, spinning you spotted a familiar head of fluffy blonde hair flashing in the corner of your vision, soon enough the sharp feeling returned. It didn't hurt but it sure was fucking annoying.

Growling you began to chase after him, your boots thumping along the boardwalk as you tried to push through the crowds. He was faster than you and sneakier, soon you had lost him and couldn't even spot the rest of the boys in their usual parking spot.

You heard snickering behind you and turned to see Marko, in his hand was an ice cube and you felt your back, he had been pressing it against your skin trying to get a reaction from you.

Grabbing it from him you tried to push it down his shirt, he squawked pushing you away and running in the same direction you had seen Paul go.

Debating following them you thought of the pros and cons, either way, they were stronger than you and could be some devious little shits when they were playing pranks, but you do find them funny and if you played your cards right you would be able to move their attention onto David or Dwayne.

Speaking of Dwayne he had begun walking up to you from behind, in his hands was a styrofoam cup full of something hot, and I mean hot hot. Not that you would be able to tell.

He tapped on your shoulder to gain your attention and you smiled up at him happily, "Dwayneyyy!", he patted your head handing you the cup. Thanking him you thought nothing of it, Dwayne was always the sweetest and had the habit of babying you no matter what.

As you sipped you felt a small tingle on your tongue, looking back at him you saw he was watching you like a hawk with his head cocked in curiosity, you hadn't realised what he'd done until the taste of the hot chocolate left your mouth. Your tastebuds had been burnt to oblivion.

"No..." he grinned slyly as you looked between him and the drink, you huffed throwing it at his shoes before walking off, now you wouldn't be able to taste anything for the rest of the night.

Heading down towards the beach you decided to slip under the boardwalk not noticing the small group of surf nazis following you. You were nearing the end and beginning to head down the beach when you finally heard them, hooting at you and laughing with each other as you pushed your feet to move faster.

"Hey babe!"

"Girl you have me strung, let's have some fuuunn"

They began to drag out their words, clearly a little intoxicated, you knew how to fight them but it was three against one and you couldn't see the boys anywhere.

Shit shit

You called out for them in your mind, pleading silently.

One of the surfers had grabbed your arm tightly, the fuzzy feeling began to return but fortunately, it wasn't the one that had just healed. Trying to pull away you found one of them had come round to your other side, pushing you forward. That was dumb.

Smirking you used the momentum to leap forward and slam your head into the chin of the guy holding your arm, he wailed, blood filling his mouth. The other two were staring in shock which quickly turned to anger as they tried to grab ahold of you, you just kept twisting and moving away from their reach each time, bringing them further towards the more secluded area of the coastline.

You could see four figures moving down one of the smaller cliff sides, eyes glowing as they saw you. Marko reached you first, jumping down behind you and holding onto your arms, pulling you back as one of the surfers lunged for you.

"Holy shit-" he didn't speak for much longer as Paul appeared behind him, grabbing his hair and dragging his head to the side, exposing his neck as his fangs sunk into the skin. Marko decided to pull you away, turning your head into his chest as the last of his brothers showed up to capture the two who had run away.

It wasn't a sight you were unfamiliar with and blood never smelt bad to you, but the boys could be quite aggressive and knew how it freaked you out a little when they really got into it. Marko had passed you onto Dwayne so he could have a little taste, and now you were being fussed over.

They had seen enough to know the surfers had gotten a good grip on you a few times and looking into your eyes Dwayne could see your pupils were dilated differently.

"Concussion" you hummed, nodding into his chest.

Good thing you couldn't feel it, but you sure as hell wished the world would stop moving so fast.

-

By the end of the night, you were back in the cave, your boys keeping you awake so your head wouldn't become worse.

It would have been nice if Marko hadn't decided to poke and prod you with a needle while Paul affectionately called you his little 'pincushion'. You dreaded what would happen when they found out you could taste words.

David was sat in his chair, smirking as he read your mind.

[ultfan]

                     ‶  amazing... such generosity! truly a fitting quality of a super high school level nurse. your dedication is incredible...  ″ there is no attempt to convince her of her worth elsewhere. yet also no attempt to insult her either. komaeda was an enabler. to him it was a wonderful thing when someone's worth was tied so closely to their talent... because whether or not it was true... that was all he would see. to komaeda people are defined solely by what they excel at. and that is equivalent to their worth as a human being.

                     he was so very surface level in that way.

                     the male doesn't dare move, only his eyes follow tsumiki as she enters and comes closer to him. staring, watching, admiring. when her fingers stop he can't help but blink in surprise at the sudden hesitation. ah... she must've realized she actually did have someone more important to tend to...

                     additional surprise when he realizes that his initial thought was wrong. which only fuels his respect for her as a human being nurse. of course. it only makes sense. how inconvenient for her that he had the shirt on in the first place. but even still... he doesn't move.

                     ‶  ah... tsumiki-san...  ″ an soft giggle exists from his mouth. it's difficult to tell whether it's sourced from nervousness or humor. or whether he was just exhibiting unusual behavior for the situation. it probably didn't matter which one it was.  ‶  i'm a little embarrassed to ask this of a girl... but i guess that's a little foolish of me. you are a nurse after all. things like these should be in your job description... right?  ″

                     there's something sick about him. and it isn't the ghastly pale skin or the freakishly strange color of his hair. this wasn't skin-deep. it's clear that this rot of his has burrowed deep, deep down into the core of his putrid soul. it's unsettling. even more so on how easily it's seen; so blatantly swimming in his unnerving gaze.

                     ‶  i know i shouldn't complain, but it hurts quite a lot when i move around. i couldn't even force myself to get up and make breakfast this morning... haha... i guess my pain tolerance is pretty low. ″ a blatant lie. an obvious one, given how casually he's speaking to her. and how he braved through the initial incident with little issue. his pain tolerance was incredibly high. and yet with how he speaks it's hard to think he's lying. perhaps he truly believes what he's saying... even if it contradicts his past mannerisms.

‶ i was hurt in a really inconvenient spot, it seems. so i was wondering if you could help take my shirt off for me.  ″ spoken so gently; little change in tone. his words come off deceptively innocent... and really they were. he had no thoughts beyond wanting some help. but well... it was hard not to feel put-off by his phrasing. the way he looked at her.

how   off   -   putting.   curious   how   the   way   in   which   nagito   describes   himself   manages   to   make   her   skin   crawl   /   that   any   debasement   could   deign   to   make   mikan   twitch   with   discomfort.   perhaps   no   enjoyment   can   be   elicited   from   harboring   any   sort   of   power   over   him   when   he's   always   this   pathetic   ;   any   and   all   revenge   fantasies   tucked   away   safely   in   the   back   of   her   skull   are   not   fantasies   enabled   by   tending   to   a   man   withering   away   before   her   very   eyes.

fingers   of   each   hand   curl   inward,   distal   interphalangeal   against   distal   interphalangeal.   even   in   how   she   lets   herself   into   his   room,   her   exteriorized   weakness   is   turned   up   to   eleven   ———   she   is   far   too   pathetic   and   unsightly   to   have   any   sense   of   purpose   when   not   doling   out   panacea   upon   panacea.   somehow,   she   likes   it   that   way.

❝   f-   forgive   me   for   saying   this,   but   ...   t-   that   seems   ridiculous,   komaeda   -   san.   i   don't   think   i'd   be   ...   s-   suited   to   the   title   of   super   high   school   -   level   nurse   if   i   couldn't   tend   to   ...   e-   every   patient.   besides   ...   it's   all   i'm   g-   good   for.   ❞

expression   creases   and   folds   in   upon   itself   ;   this   is   a   ruse.   it   has   always   been   a   ruse.   it   will   always   continue   to   be   a   ruse.   she   wastes   no   time   in   moving   to   his   bedside,   trembling   fingers   inching   towards   the   site   of   injury.   but   ...

❝   s-   sorry,   um   ...   it   would   be   best   if   you   took   your   shirt   off.   i   don't   want   to   put   any   unnecessary   strain   on   the   laceration   by   holding   it   up   ...   ❞

[a-weird-writer]

What do you think it would happen if Game! Terra meet Gigamix! Terra?

Nothing good.

Terra is a jerk to the point where he barely tolerates himself, I doubt Terra would like it if he ever met a counterpart, no matter which timeline he originates from.

Spoiler Warning (Mega Man Archie Comics; Ra Moon & Stardroid arcs), mentions of gore, war, genocide & homicidal jerk behavior from Terra's end

Game!Terra is a major downgrade from Gigamix, the bars from there are all low to be honest. Don't get me wrong. Terra's entire role in the game-Archie as well-is pretty dark for Capcom's standards in the eyes of the real world. But not as dark as Argia's characterization of him portrayed.

Game!Terra is much more moderate and eased. Not to mention far less apocalyptic and fairly tame.

Gigamix!Terra is another story; in every single way you can think of. Psychopathic; no humanity with violent tendencies and motivations. Genocide isn't even the tip of the iceberg; only one phase of a multi-stepped plan, bringing Earth's inhabitants toward a deserved demise.

It won't stop at that. Oh no, Gigamix!Terra barely just begun; chaos will rain, despair shall infect the Earth at core, and Terra will view it all; the end of humanity, the devastating death of Earth. And he will laugh.

Gigamix!Terra will watch, look upon the insects in evil glee as disorder quakes Earth's balance of nature off the axis. At peace with what he is, and what he is meant to do; destroy. Completely, utterly obsessed over destruction and pure devastation. His infernal hatred of life in general keeps his motivation at peck performance.

While Game!Terra is sociopathic at worst, he held some symbiose of a bond, a fondness for family. His brothers are highly regarded, a respected group of powerful forces not to be reckoned. Fast and strong, too good to be true. Better than tools, more than their bodies give. Cleaner then trash to throw away when Game!Terra finishes.

He is a great team leader, an experienced strategist in extraordinary war planning. Demanding but respectful, strict but mindful of their foes as they jump into battle. Game!Terra knows just what to say to bring his brother's minds together and fight as a single opposing calamity.

Dare say he cares for their safety (I'd say he cares for the Kuiper droids too. A basketball coach would for his team, one he trained til he could no longer sweat, pieced together day and night.)

Yes, Game!Terra is still an asshole; will kill, will destroy. Capable of berating and insulting others who don't deserve it, beneath him in knowledge and force. Given his line of work, that is predictable.

In the end, from how its put, he fulfills his position; a weaker servant to Sunstar. A world-conquering servant, laying patient underneath his great master. A job he is devoted too.

Violence aside, Game!Terra isn't nearly as incredibly extreme compared to his Gigamix version. Game!Terra is still selfish as hell, boundless in his strictness. But at least he contains some glimpses of humane emotions.

Brief as it is, its there.

Despite everything, Game!Terra cares for his brothers, nonetheless. As much so as a true brother would, looking after his family. He values them; hears their opinions, knows their efforts, respects their strength and works together in a common goal. He relates to the burdens, to any pain they may suffer. Training to look beyond weakness, exploit to adapt.

Most importantly, I feel like I should state this as clear as possible:

Game!Terra wants to rule Earth, not erase it.

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Meanwhile Gigamix!Terra can't make it more obvious how much he fucking hates Earth and the universe.

Ok, seriously. Back to violence again.

He is out here floating in Earth's orbit, all crazy smiles like a motherfucker. Declaring war not only to robots, not only to humanity. But literally Earth itself.

Look at this bitch. Think he gives any fucks? Any shits?

If you said "yes" you're lying.

This pale ass bitch couldn't give a shit about anything. Especially when it comes down his own brothers, he doesn't even regard them as true siblings in some English translations of the Gigamix manga if we are really stretching the line paper thin.

Do I even need to talk about the stupid eyeball scene?!

Gigamix!Terra is horrible and terrifying. His brothers-oh no sorry, let me correct myself. His brethren are mere subordinates; soldiers meant to die doing as they were made to do. Tools to be used in Gigamix!Terra's plans to destroy the Earth.

It seems not much of a difference but given these are the Stardroids from 2 vastly separate worlds, I deem it very notable.

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But back on the topic of your question, I really really can't see them getting along good.

I see Gigamix!Terra being kind of baffled at first, but then grows owl-like curiosity. You'd be pretty interested in meaning another version of yourself if you lived in the same timeline.

But that doesn't make Gigamix!Terra any less fucking creepy. A blank, blinkless stare and a harmless head tilt wearing a sinister smirk that doesn't reach his eyes.

Not surprised that different versions of him exist, existence is filled with different, limitless possibilities. It's a big world, just with small people. Interesting, this quite unexpected union. Fairly intrigued upon seeing an in-game self.

If Game!Terra lives then how many others are out there? None Gigamix!Terra bothers counting.

Their meeting will be less then friendly, however. No pleasantries, just empty stares, empty words. Tension will fill the air between, distrust and a dramatic show of their so similar powers. They are predators, equipped with flawless, apex senses and speed. Daring the other, their strange twin to move first, spark the inevitable battle. An aura of conflict, a heavy weight. Total unrest from Game!Terra's end, refusing to unveil any type of vulnerability. No one knows you better then yourself; thoughts, emotions and innermost turmoil.

It's a living joke, a possibility born from another impossibility. And they await the other to laugh. To call "sike", a signal for the illusion to fall flat. It doesn't happen, much to their displeasure. They view each other as potential threats, and almost groan in annoyance. More enemies to deal with in the future, more stupid problems to sweep under the rug.

Sure, they talk. Nothing wrong with a little chit-chat to learn about the other's intentions, mysterious as these weird circumstances are. Could be worse, they both know better. But the tension only worsens after Gigamix!Terra learns his in-game counterpart deals with planets and the weaklings differently...

a lot differently.

The silence is deafening. But then, it finally breaks. Something happens, slicing the insufferable quiet in half.

Gigamix!Terra laughs, quite literally at himself.

It's hilarious that this...

broken, weaker version of himself actually exists.

...

(I'm sure you can brainstorm some guesses about what happens next.)

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Yunho- Let Me Love You.

Genre: angst, slight fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: mafia!Yunho x reader

Warnings: profanities, mentions of physical abuse and being used for sex.

You sigh as Yunho pushes your hands away from his face. He never let you touch him, and he never opened up to you about anything despite the fact that it's been nine months since you both started dating; the only things you knew about him were the food he likes and the work he does.

You cross your arms over your chest, looking down at your feet. "What's wrong, Y/N?" Yunho asked, fidgeting with his thin black and silver gun.

"Why don't you ever let me touch you?" you finally questioned, looking straight at a now frozen Yunho. You never wanted to ask him that before, assuming he would tell you something eventually. But he never did. "Why do you always . . . push me away?"

"I don't push you away," he said softly, putting his gun aside as he sat on his bed. "I just don't like to be touched."

You snorted. "We both know that's a lie, Yunho. I've seen how you were with random women at clubs."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Why are we even having this conversation? It's pointless," he murmured.

"'Cause you're fucking hurting me, Yunho!" you half-yell. "Do you think I like being the only one who talks about everything related to myself? Do you think I like being the only person who gets touched in this fucking so-called relationship?!" he didn't say a word, keeping his eyes on you, watching your tears roll down your cheeks. "You're always pushing me away and I don't know why. And now I feel like you're just using me for sex and your mafia work, Yunho."

He got off his bed, cupping your face with his hands. He kissed your tears away, trying to calm you down.

"I've fallen in love with you," you sobbed while you finally admitted your feelings; you fell in love with him months ago. Yunho's hands dropped to his sides, and his eyes widened.

"No, Y/N. No, you can't love me."

"Why?" you sobbed harder. "Why won't you let me love you, Yunho?"

He took a deep breath. "I think I don't . . . feel the same way," he murmured, eyebrows furrowed, instantly breaking your heart. You stared up at him with your pain filled eyes, feeling your heart ache at his words. He reached out to wipe your tears, but you took a step back.

"Don't," you whispered, looking at him one last time. "I don't want to see you ever again, Yunho," you said before leaving his room.

San and Mingi heard everything, and they really wanted to knock some sense into Yunho.

"Y/N," San stops you in the hallway, feeling terrible when he saw your red, tear-filled eyes. Mingi was right behind him. "He doesn't know what he was saying."

You smiled slightly. "Take care of yourself, yeah?" you said before glancing at Mingi. "You too, Mingi." He nodded, knowing he couldn't say anything right now to comfort you like he usually did.

Once you left Ateez's mansion, San ran into Yunho's room. "You're a fucking dickhead, Yunho."

"Get lost, San," Yunho mumbled. "I want to be alone right now."

San ignores him. "And I want to smack you with my damn gun," he said. "She finally told you she loves you, and you said you don't feel the same way?! What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?!" Yunho flinched at his words.

"You fucked up big time, man," Mingi said, sitting on Yunho's bed. "Y/N's literally the only decent person you've ever been with, and she's absolutely perfect."

"I know," Yunho sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"You need to let go of your past, Yunho," Hongjoong said, entering the room. "Y/N isn't . . . her. Y/N isn't even remotely close to that bitch." He placed a hand on Yunho's shoulder. "I know you love Y/N. Don't be scared to love her, and don't be scared to let her love you back. Trust me, she won't ever hurt you like how that bitch did."

Tears began to roll down Yunho's face. "I already fucked up."

"It's not too late," Mingi said, patting Yunho's back. "It's time to let go of your past, Yunho. Go after Y/N now, and tell her everything."

"What are you doing here?" you asked Yunho who had just entered your apartment with the spare key you had given him. Without saying a word, he took your hand and dragged you to your couch. He made you sit down before lying down on the couch with his head on your lap. You frowned at the sight of his slightly red, teary eyes.

"I know I fucked up," he said, bringing your hand to his chest. "I was too scared to tell you how I really felt. I can explain that and everything else, if you're willing to listen . . . " You nodded, and he brought your hand to his face, making you cup his cheek; he sensed your hesitation. "You can touch me, Y/N." He whispered, eyes closing at the way you gently stroked his cheeks; he loved the new feeling.

"Three years ago, before I got into the mafia," he started, eyes opening to look at you. "I was in an extremely toxic relationship with someone in the mafia. Her name was Jaeha and she was abusive. She hit me with all sorts of things, and treated me like her sex-slave. I tolerated everything because I loved her, and I thought she loved me too, until this one incident happened: a pregnant woman fell in front of me in a café. Of course, I helped her up and asked if she was okay. When I got home, Jaeha threw a fit, accused me of being interested in that woman, and beat me up badly to the point where I couldn't breathe. She had someone throw me in the alley beside her house." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Jongho, Wooyoung, and Yeosang were coming that way, so they witnessed it. They immediately took me to their base, and Seonghwa treated my injuries. Hongjoong decided to take me in."

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "You went through so much." Yunho sat up, pulling you into his arms as he cried with you.

You both stayed like that for a while until Yunho kissed you for a few seconds. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Y/N," you opened your mouth to say something, but he placed a finger on your lips. "I'm ready to let go of my past now. I'm scared, but I know you aren't like her."

"I'd never hurt you like that," you whispered, gently kissing his cheek. "You don't deserve that. I would never treat you that way, baby."

"I love you," Yunho confessed, cupping your cheeks. You smiled, heart racing at his confession. "And I . . . I can let you love me now."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own. "Thank you for letting me love you."

"No, thank you for loving me."

[le-loup-et-lion]

I know I talked about this on Discord once ages ago but did I ever tell you guys about my absurd harvest-mouse!Javert au?

Basically it's brick canon until Javert says to Valjean "I will wait for you here", at which point due to inexplicable fairy tale-esque 'you told a lie for the first time in your life' magic curse bullshit Javert is transformed right in front of Valjean into one of these lil guys:

Conceptually it's completely ridiculous, but what makes it funny is that's it's played completely straight.

"Autumn, you seem like a fairly serious person when it comes to this fandom so why on earth would you come up with something this silly" you say? well. you see. it literally came to me in a dream (no, seriously).

I imagine it as a very terrifying and painful transformation, which starts out almost like the pangs of a heart attack, with Javert clutching his chest and doubling over with a grunt as Valjean is walking away, causing Valjean to turn back around and kneel down with him, grabbing him by his shoulders and trying to assess what's wrong with him, ending up bewildered as Javert begins to glow with an eerie golden light which eventually engulfs him (but not before Javert can look up and meet his eyes one last time with an utterly petrified, vulnerable, pleading look). Then this blinding luminous form shrinks in Valjean's grasp until it is naught but a small floating orb, at which point the light begins to fade and whatever is left of Javert starts to fall. Valjean catches it in his hands and, somewhat horrified and awestruck, opens them to reveal the tinest little mouse he's ever seen curled up in his palms within the faintest fading golden glow.

Javert goes unconscious during this transformation, leaving Valjean to trudge back to his apartment in complete confusion with him (very gently) in hand, highly questioning his own sanity the entire time until Javert is able to wake up again and respond to basic yes/no questions.

(Javert of course absolutely loses his mind at first and tries to run away as soon as he begins to process the situation, but is unused to his new body and runs right off the edge of the table without thinking, forcing Valjean to panic lunge across the tabletop and grab him midair to prevent him from falling and hurting himself)

Anyway they are both very rattled and perplexed by this and Valjean keeps him at his apartment because they don't know what else to do.

Their whole hunter/prey antagonist/protagonist relationship gets pretty immediately and completely derailed by this, but not in like, a neatly resolved way, because they can't really just have a conversation about it at first, leading to ... a pretty weird mental state for both of them for quite awhile.

It also levels the playing field between them in a way because Javert was the only one who "knew" Valjean, and now Valjean is the only one who "knows" Javert.

Javert can't talk obviously but he CAN dip his little tail in an inkwell and write with surprisingly humanlike penmanship. (Also harvest mice have prehensile tails which they use to climb around vegetation; so it's more useful than he initially realizes—I wonder if they would be dexterous enough for him to write with just the tail itself, without having to grasp it like a pen in his front paw?)

His top hat fell off while he was transforming so it didn't transform with him (thereby remaining the only real proof of the situation, sort of) and Valjean sat it on his bedside table and filled it with bits of fabric (I like to think they're different colored cravats) for Javert to use as a hiding place/bed, which is just. the cutest thing ever if you picture it.

People on Discord were laughing about the idea of him wearing, like, a little waistcoat from a doll or something bc he's nakey and embarrassed about it lmao

I was thinking that shortly after this Valjean might fall ill, perhaps due to some wounds he received at the barricade (bullet grazes?) becoming infected by all the sewer muck he was wading around in, leaving him bedridden and unsure of the future (hmm, just like Marius). This would give him plenty of time to talk openly with Javert without anyone seeing, but also mainly force him to worry about Javert's immediate future as well, perhaps in his own absence (though he doesn't die in the end, of course). And then, their overwhelming mortality would probably make Valjean start talking about things he wouldn't otherwise have brought up.

Eventually after a long time of living with Valjean and watching him interact with others, and realizing the kind of person he is/that people can change/that the law and justice are two separate concepts/that he has spent his life helping to oppress people who often didn't deserve it, Javert manages to tolerate/accept and even appreciate Valjean in a sort of backwards Beauty and the Beast type au, and would turn back into his old human self again. But I haven't figured out exactly what the specific caveats of this "curse" (and therefore the breaking thereof) would be yet.

Like. Is it about being honest with oneself and others? Is it about learning to love? Is it about how seeing the humanity of others and treating them humanely is fundamental to what makes us human? What would break the curse, exactly? A kiss? A confession of some kind? A selfless act? Certainly it is more about him learning to love than it is about him becoming loveable; but then, are those two concepts not inseparably intertwined?

And why did he turn into a mouse, specifically, to begin with? (The real answer here is that my subconscious picked it while I was asleep, so I'm not sure; but) I feel like, in a metaphorical sense, Javert is a mouse who wholeheartedly believes himself to be a lion.

By which I mean, he was born into a position of powerlessness in society due to classism, racism, moral persecution, and economic inequality, and because of this he sought respect and power; but instead of trying to gain these things by fighting against the oppressive system he faced (as he believed it to be an unwinnable battle), he caved into it entirely and chose to become a servant of it, in return for a scant amount of personal security and the illusion of authority.

At the end of the day, however, he is still impoverished, disrespected, and distrusted. He is lying to himself in that he believes that through his self-sacrificial and self-stifling choices, he has fulfilled his goals to rise through the ranks of society, becoming his "morally best" self—but the reality is almost exactly the opposite. He has become the self-same monster that would gladly oppress people like him and his family. And he makes the choice to continue being that monster every day, because at least now he feels powerful; at least now people fear him enough to pretend they respect him.

Perhaps it is fitting, then, that his illusions finally break around him as he chooses to knowingly lie, not just to himself this time, but finally—and for the very first time—out loud. And in the admittance of his dishonesty to himself, he transforms physically into what he truly was all along—meek and small, voiceless and powerless; an inconvenient and easily forgotten pest in the eyes of society.

Would the acceptance of this truth, and the embracing of true humility, be what breaks him of the curse then; restoring to him his physical humanity at the restoration of his spiritual humanity?

I never fully figured out the plot direction for this au but I still think about it now and then and try to add to it in my head. So possibly, one day longggg in the future, you may see. a very silly little fic on AO3