#(because I feel like I'll never have time for them because of different incoming requests)

[suprababka]

I'm so glad I found your One Punch Man writing! I need opm content in my life

Hopefully I'll work up the nerve to request something soon, but, until then I'll cheer you on from my own little corner~♡

Aww, thank youuu! Your support means a lot!💞 Yeah, OPM men need more attention!! Like, they're so fine and yet, only a few fanfics are written for them🥲 So I'm trying to change that :)) (hopefully, we will get more works when season 3 comes out🙃) Don't worry and take your time😌 I will always be happy to take your request😊 Have a wonderful day!🌸

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi! Could I request a Aventurine who really wants the reader to send him spicy pictures of her to him because he’s away? Specifically like… spamming and begging her a bit pathetically in a poor puppy tone on purpose? Dropping her 10.000 credits to convince her? Promising a billion different gifts? The reader does not even need to be naked or anything!! A picture of her wearing a bra would be enough for him? Idk have fun with it!! :)

aventurine x fem!reader. smut. dirty pictures. dirty talk. dirty thoughts. masturbation. a dash of breeding kink. spoilers for aventurine's real name.

doing work for the ipc inevitably kept aventurine away for long periods of time. it's been a good few weeks since he has seen you in person, spending his nights video calls with you, or texting you. he especially struggles at night, and definitely feels how long they are without you.

this day in particular felt especially long for him. the night before, he had a wet dream about you. about you riding his cock, babbling about how you want to give him lots of babies.

thankfully, his clients took their sweet time discussing things amongst themselves, that offered him opportunities to call and text you.

"i miss you, sweetheart. it's been lonely without you in oh so many ways. i'd rather be feeling up that delicate body of yours then discussing important matters with people who don't have a whole braincell between them."

your text comes back a few minutes later, "i bet it's rough. you must be exhausted. i wish i could be there to help you. 🥺"

he can't help but smile seeing the cute emoji you used. so innocent that it is adorable. "as a matter of fact, you can help me. easily in fact," he texts, not sure if this will work or not.

"how can i help?" he chuckles softly, how cute you are so eager to help him.

"you could send me a few naughty photos." he is desperate for something. anything. sure, he could just jack off, but he needs to see you. he is almost holding his breath waiting for your response.

"i dunno. what if i don't look good in them?"

"now that would be impossible." he is quick to text back. he wasn't going to pressure you of course, but that it didn't stop him from trying to butter you up. he is very desperate.

he sends you 10,000 credits.

"10,000 credits?! this is so much money, you didn't need to do that!"

he can't help but marvel at you again. you thought 10,000 credits was a lot of money. he sends you another 10,000. "i meant to give you more. please, just one photo. i'm so lonely without you. it doesn't have to be revealing. just a teasing picture in your bra would be enough."

"i can hardly sleep at night. please. you can get another cat cake."

"i'll send you another 20,000 credits. treat yourself to whatever you want and if you spend over that (and you can), just start a tab."

"okay, okay. before you promise me a whole planet. i was going to do it before you sent me more money."

"did you want a planet?"

"no, no aventurine, i don't want a planet. i want you. just give me a little bit of time. i want to make sure i like the picture i am sending you."

a shiver of anticipation that goes straight to his cock shoots through him. "you are the best, sweetheart. take your time. my clients aren't finished discussing the ipc's deal for them yet."

meanwhile, you stare down at your phone, a blush you couldn't control coats your cheeks. you have never done something so lewd in your whole life. you want to put thought into this. the pictures have to be perfect. you are adamant with yourself about that.

getting up, you head to your closet.

finally, about an hour later, aventurine's business finally concludes for the day. keeping careful attention on his phone, he makes his way back to his lavish suite. his ears are graced with the sound of an incoming text message. from you with a picture file attached.

your timing couldn't have been more perfect.

quickly closing the door behind him, he sits on his bed, eagerly tapping the open icon.

his breath is stolen away suddenly. on the screen is a picture of you lying on your stomach. your arms underneath your breasts, pushing them temptingly up more. your finger is curled into a come hither motion, a shy but sultry look in your eyes.

a text is with it, but he didn't see it at first. "sorry that took so long, i must've taken a thousand different pictures. i hope you like it❤️ i miss you so much."

his cock is already so hard as he types his reply. "i am speechless. you don't know what this picture is doing to me."

keeping his gaze on the picture, he fantasizes about pumping his cock between those luscious breasts of yours, perhaps pushing his cockhead into your mouth to suck on.

his hand is drifting towards his cock when another picture message comes in from you. his breath catches in his throat when he opens it. there you are, naked on top one of his jackets. your legs are spread, your fingers between your folds. "i miss you, kakavasha. let me call you, and take care of you more."

his finger never moved so fast to accept your video call. "you have no idea how incredibly sexy you look, sprawled out on one of my jackets. when did you swipe that from me, you minx?" he teases, his eyes more than taking in the view as his cock throbs harder.

"i took from your closet after you left. it's a way for me to be close to you while you are gone," you admit in the most endearing way that made his heart warm.

"keep it," aventurine insists, laying back against the pillows, "now spread your legs, sweetheart. put those cute little fingers to work on that pussy. let me see how much you miss me."

keeping your eyes on the screen, you nod, adjusting your hips to give him a better angle as your fingers dip between your folds. "the bed feels so cold without you," you sigh shakily, the pads of your fingers stroking your throbbing clit.

"i miss you so much," he feasts his eyes as your moans rise in octave, trained on your fingers as you start to pump them inside of you. "i feel so empty without your cock inside of me, kakavasha," your fingers seem to dance before his eyes as you alternate between playing with your clit, dragging in long, slow stripes before desperately pumping them in and out of your cunt.

aventurine's breathing becomes labored as his fists his cock, moaning hearing you moan his true name so sweetly. "i'll breed you thoroughly when i get back," he twists his hand on his cock, rutting into as precum provides lubrication, "leave you plugged. all nice and full."

your hips buck into your fingers, scissoring your walls apart as they clutch tight. "please, please, please," you whimper, writhing on his jacket as you twitch. your thighs tremble as you pinch your clit.

"let me see you cum, baby," his eyes are plastered to the screen, watching you moan and making yourself fall apart to the sound of his voice. "moan my name like it's my cock emptying inside you."

"kakavasha! kakavasha!" you cry out, grinding into your fingers. cum globs thick into aventurine's hand watching your body twitching in the throes of orgasm.

"fuck, i needed this so much," he moans, fisting his cock through his orgasm.

"when are you coming home?" you ask, dazed once you pull your fingers from your pussy. your watery eyes await his answer.

it takes him a few minutes to speak, commiting your fucked out state to memory. "in a few days," he reassures, putting his cock away. "now, go sleep, sweetheart. sleep in, i'll call you tomorrow afternoon."

"okay," you reply sleepily. kissing two of your fingers, you touch them on the screen, smiling softly as he does the same.

[gyusimp]

modern Gyutaro x reader (fluff) who has like A TON of money and spends it on buying him things he always wanted/surprising him with a little too much presents.

°•Gyutaro x Rich reader Headcanons•°

I wrote this on a break at work and I just realized that you actually requested a Modern AU and I didn't remember 😭 pls forgive me, if you want other headcanons in a Modern AU please let me know and I'll fix my mistake but don't hate me lol

• You were the daughter of a great businessman in Japan, there were not many wealthy people at this time so everyone who knew who your father was treated you with immense respect, worthy of royalty. Your dad is a businessman looking to expand his income in several branches, not just one, so when he had the crazy idea of opening a tea house in the Yoshiwara Entertainment District everything was a success just like his other businesses.

• You had an entrepreneurial spirit just like him, so instead of settling for the allowances you received from him, you preferred to get to work and help him in each of his new businesses no matter what it was and thus generate your own profits at his side and his new success in Yoshiwara was no exception.

• You helped manage the house and organize the girls who worked there. Everything was very normal until after a few months you found out that there was a rumor of a creature that sneaked through the walls of brothels to steal pretty girls and turn them into its food. You didn't believe this children's story until one night you were face to face with that creepy creature with jutting bones, messy greenish hair, an imposing gaze and a merciless smile. The way you begged for your life before him seemed interesting and very different from what he was used to seeing so you awakened something inside him that made him let you live.

• Eventually you returned to see him again and again until with each of his visits the fear faded and you were able to slowly trust the other until you formed the strangest friendship you had ever had.

• Gyutaro was the Upper Moon 06, at first you didn't understand it but he explained how everything worked. You told him about you and he about him until the bond between the two of you grew closer and closer. Knowing more about Gyutaro and the shortcomings he had in his past made you feel the need to give him absolutely everything that he was deprived of in his human life, both material and emotional.

• His affectionate greetings towards you increased and made your and his heart race, every time he came you gave him things like expensive outfits to show him how handsome he was, pretty haoris to cover him from the cold and complete collections of books so that he might have a new hobby, even very expensive fragrances that he would never wear.

• All of this overwhelmed Gyutaro and made him think that you were a bit stupid wasting all your money like that. Not so much about wasting those things on a demon because someone like Douma would maybe use all those gifts, but about wasting your money on someone as insignificant and unpleasant as him. You noticed that he didn't reject your gifts at first but then he started to "forget" them after his visits and that made you feel a little bad. You asked him if he didn't like the color of that shirt or if it wasn't his size, if that perfume didn't match him or something like that and there he told you to stop wasting your money on him.

• It was new for him to receive so much attention from someone, positive attention and it confused him a lot but in the end he managed to explain everything to you and in the end you felt a little more relieved.

• You wanted to win over Gyutaro because you were starting to like him but you didn't want him to be misinterpreted as if you wanted to buy him, you were just someone who was very thoughtful with the people you loved and your pocketbook allowed you to give very unique gifts. But now you had to go a little slower so as not to overwhelm Gyutaro, so you would save the exaggerated and expensive gifts for later, although you couldn't help but give the boy a beautiful bouquet of flowers every time he came to see you and paint a noticeable blush all over  his face when you handed it to him.

[bouquetface]

Jimin Vedic Chart - 11:58 AM

Per request.

I hope everyone just takes this as fun. I do not mean any disrespect in making assumptions. Please take it as entertainment.

It is unknown whether his birthtime is AM or PM so I'll do a second post using PM. And you guys can go with the one that sounds most like him.

This is using a Vedic chart. Thus, the planets will be in different signs than a tropical chart.

Personality:

8th house ruler in 3rd house suggests he desires to get to the root of the topic/issue. He has an investigative/researcher type mindset. He can experience a feeling of disconnect with his younger sibling.

His father can be one of his best friends. There is true respect and camaraderie between the them. HIs father can be money-minded and very hardworking. Jimin may have gotten these traits from him.

He is likely to have a more scientific way of thinking. He isn't overly emotional. He'll remove himself from the equation/situation and use logic to make his choice. This is something he naturally learns to do through experiencing a lot of emotional turmoil in youth.

First house ruler (Jupiter) debilitated in 2nd + Venus conjunct Mars in 12th house shows he can get anxious about money. Expenses and big purchases can create a bit of anxiety/stress. Regardless of being wealthy, he can find himself unable to fully relax until he knows his money is right - ex: he needs to know his bills are paid, he needs to know where and when his next sources of income are coming from, etc. Physical activity can be how he releases all the pent up stress.

His reputation would be that he is a clever person. People likely respect how he does business. They see him as an authority in the workplace not just another client.

Romantic Relationships:

Jimin is likely to marry someone from a different background than him (religion, ethnicity, nationality). The spouse has simply grown up culturally different than him. She will be able to share and educate him on a whole new perspective/outlook.

When he meets his spouse, it is likely a work related event that is occurring far from his birth place. This can be in a different country or same country but in a different state/province/district. However, this won't be their first time truly meeting. It is highly likely he has encountered her before - ex: you've been in the same building but weren't properly introduced to one another. Or someone you've known about but never gotten the chance to know until years later.

If you believe in past lives, this shows marrying someone from a past life. There is a sense of familiarity with the spouse.

They will keep their relationship very private. At the start, they may tell very few they are seeing each other. It can be like a secret workplace affair. There may be something forbidden about the relationship at the start - possibly they know they shouldn't be dating someone who is somehow work related or they know they shouldn't be dating this person because of how other's will react.

After marriage, he is likely to move far from his birth place - possibly abroad. His children are likely to be born far from his birth place too. This move is unlikely to occur instantly, it'll be a gradual process + choice. He will find life to be more exciting after he has moved.

In married life, before falling asleep he is likely to on occasion bicker with his spouse. They fight in private. She will be very social. She will have a lot of business connections. Her career will involve communications. She may be a performer herself, possibly a writer, maybe even a journalist type career. She is successful in what she does. She has worked very hard and accomplished a lot in her career. She may have workaholic tendencies.

She will be a private person but she is not introverted. If need be, she can charm almost anyone in the room with her words. She is clever, witty, sarcastic & observant.

She is unlikely to bring in any significant income or possessions into the marriage. They are likely to bicker about her spending habits after marriage. This does not mean she is broke and using him, she could be very wealthy but it won't match his wealth.

They are likely to keep their money separate from one another. It's more so he is trying to help her by telling her these purchases are too much or unnecessary. But they have different attitudes toward money and spending - they just won't see eye to eye.

Physical Appearance:

She is likely short to medium height.

She is likely a fit and active person. S

he may have long dark hair.

Timing:

rmr to take this only as entertainment. for celebs they basically have chance to marry at any point in their life.

2025-2028:

This is his Saturn/Mercury Period. Mercury rules his 7th house and is in his 10th house - making relationships and career the main focus for this period.

He is likely to meet a love interest in this period.

2029-2032:

This will span his Venus and Sun bhukti. This is when he is likely to marry his partner. Although, it may not be the same partner from the 2025-2028 period.

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alternative time:

[spectrechosts]

Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 5

Grace has some regrets, and Azaerixia puts her single braincell to work.

Full Series

"Hi new girl! You summoned me again!!!" Azaerixia said, tail already wagging with excitement. "It's okay! Summoning circles are hard, I can help again!"

"No, I summoned you on purpose." Said Grace, tired and disheveled. "I have questions for you."

"Aw man, I'll probably get them wrong." The succubus said, scratching her head. "Are you sure you don't want to have sex?"

"No, it- You can't get them wrong, I just want to get your take on some stuff. And in exchange I'll tell Lilith you helped me again."

"You will?!" Azaerixia gasped, her tail swishing into overdrive before she grabbed it and held it close to her chest. "I, um, Mistress said not to let you pay for bargains with that again, because you aren't actually giving me anything you're just making her do it. Also she said you never actually told her I helped, and were kinda mean to me? Sorry. Can you tell her anyway? You do kinda owe me, from last time."

Grace put her hand to the back of her neck, ashamed.

"Yeah, I can tell her anyway. What do you want for questions and… maybe cuddling."

"Well, cuddling is free! And questions are, uh…" The succubus trailed off. "Are they sexy questions?"

"…No."

"Hmm. Usually I just do stuff in exchange for eating the lust generated by the request, plus a bit of your life or your soul or whatever. But I feel like I shouldn't touch either of those in your case? Ummmmm…"

Grace waited patiently for the succubus to think. She didn't feel like she would sleep tonight anyway, and she'd rather not be alone with her thoughts.

"… Do you know how to get people to follow your onlyfans?"

"What? No."

"Ugh, neither do I! The other girls keep telling me that it's a great way to build a 'passive income' of lust and so I made one and then they're telling me to post 'thirst traps' and I'm like I can't just be sexy at a phone I don't know what it's into-"

"Yeah I don't, I don't do any of that. Because I'm a nun."

"Oh! But sometimes I see nuns doing stuff like that in like, skimpy versions of the nun outfit?"

"Those aren't nuns, they're wearing costumes."

"Ohh."

Grace clicked her tongue.

"When Lilith did this, we just took turns asking eachother questions."

"Okay! That sounds good!"

"Okay. You can leave the circle, too."

Grace laid down in her bed, and Azaerixia settled in on top of her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She sighed happily, and Grace found her weight comforting as she held her.

"Okay, um, you start."

Grace inhaled slowly through her nose.

"Are you happy?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah totally!"

"Why?"

"Well, um, I dunno!" Said Azaerixia. "I basically do whatever I want and everybody is really nice to me, and even if a human asks me to do something I'm not into I get a yummy meal out of it!"

"But how do you know you're doing what you should be?"

"Um…"

"Like how do you-" Grace pinched the bridge of her nose. "How do you choose what to do, if you can do anything? How do you know you picked right?"

"Uh… Because, um….. I…. Like it?" The succubus answered, seemingly unsure if she was correct. "Is it my turn?"

"Yeah."

"Ooh! Okay, um, what's something you like about me?"

"Uh…" Grace said, taken aback. She had expected something more… pointed. Like Lilith had done. "I think… I think it's really cool how positive you are. I don't know if I could be like that."

"Sure you can! It's easy!"

"I don't think it is easy for me." Grace sighed. "Like, you were so happy to see me and eager to help again, even though Lilith told you I was a bitch to you behind your back. I don't think I would do that."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I think I just, assume people are trying to screw me."

"So do I?"

"That's- I mean it in a different way."

"Ohh. Do you have another question?"

Grace pulled her in closer.

"…Why are you in Hell?" She mumbled. "You seem so nice."

"That one's easy! I asked Mistress if I could come live with her and she said yes!" Azaerixia said, tail wagging in delight at knowing the answer.

"But why? Why would you choose to go to Hell?"

"…Because it's fun?"

"But what about Heaven?"

"Oh, I dunno about Heaven. It sounds like there are a lot of rules? I probably wouldn't have gotten in, anyway. Most people don't, I think?"

"Most people go to Hell?"

"Yeah. Mistress says it's an unfair system, that people go to hell for all sorts of things that don't even matter. But she says that even if she could go to Heaven, she wouldn't want to. She says Heaven wasn't made to be a paradise for people like her."

"…Yeah. Me either, I guess."

"Really?"

"I mean. If I got into Heaven, would I be allowed to be gay there? And if not, then like, would I just spend eternity in fear of getting kicked out, like I do now? Or, would I just not be gay anymore? And then, did I even get into Heaven at all?"

"Woah. That's a lot to think about."

"Yeah." Grace sighed. "It is. You go again."

"Ummm, what's something else you like about me?" Azaerixia asked, eyes sparkling.

"Uh… You're… Very cute?"

"Omigosh I ammmmmm thank you for noticing!" She said, nuzzling into Grace happily. "Okay you can go again!"

"Am I a bad person?"

"Um."

"I feel like I am, sometimes. I look down on others to feel more righteous. And now I, now I don't even know if I believe in being righteous anymore. I don't know what the point is."

"Uh…"

"My whole life I just accepted that God was right and I just had to follow his teachings and that made me a good person. And now I feel like maybe it just made me a rude person, who tears down everyone else because if she does that enough then nobody will see her own shortcomings, not even God. And now I've seen Hell, I've seen what I fear awaits me, and you look so… free."

Tears streamed down the sides of Grace's face as she stared at her ceiling.

"It sounds like you probably aren't?" Azaerixia said, sitting up a little and wiping Grace's tears away.

"How can you say that, after everything I just said?" Grace asked.

"Oh, well, um, you seem pretty upset about it? And I think if somebody is trying to be a better person, that's really all you can ask?" She said, shrugging. "Nobody's perfect."

"But aren't demons supposed to like, punish me for my sins, or whatever?"

"Oh yeah! Totally!"

"…So?"

"We just don't!"

"…You just don't?"

"Yeah! We decided we don't wanna!" She said, sitting up straight and pumping her fists, with a wagging tail and a fire in her eyes. "Sin is stupid! We don't agree with it! How are you going to make us subsist off of making people act lustfully, and then we have to punish them forever for doing so? That's stupid!"

"It… It kinda is stupid, isn't it." Grace said, chuckling.

"Right? Like, is our whole species just some weird test so you don't have to let as many people in your stupid club? That's fucked up to do to us!" Azaerixia crossed her arms. "So we're on strike! Until, uh…"

She tilted her head to the side.

"I don't actually know when we're going to stop striking? This all went down before I became a demon."

"When was that?"

"Um, I think you guys call it the bronze age now?"

Grace's chuckle grew into a full blown fit of giggling.

"What? What's funny?" Azaerixia asked.

"Nothing. Thank you, Azaerixia. Talking with you helped a lot, I think." Grace said, smiling. "You're really smart. I misjudged you."

"Oh! Thanks!" The succubus said, cuddling into her again. "So I got the questions right?"

"…Yes, you got all of them right."

"EEEEEE!!! YES!"

[coral-nerd]

okay, rant-anon here, thank you so much for answering :D

and so sorry for the incoming long rant right back :D

I'm honestly a chronic restarter of games so I haven't actually gotten through year 1 yet (yet, I swear I'll get there soon) but I've played the beginning of the game a bunch of times now, so pretty much the main impression that I usually get is that everything just feels so *big* at the beginning - I remember feeling really really overwhelmed during my first playthrough, then a little less the next time, and now I have it figured out to the point where I've finally stopped worrying about rushing stuff and I'm just having fun now

I agree with your point of it being meant to be slow-paced in terms of gameplay, because wow, I spent so so so much time trying to win balap karung when it was still 1.0 (I feel like something about the minigame has changed since then? I think the bar doesn't speed up as much anymore or smth but that's irrelevant) and got so frustrated :D so I'm definitely playing it more relaxed now, just wanting to take my time when I know that things aren't going to run away from me if I don't do them immediately

one major pet peeve I have is fishing. oh my god I hate fishing so far because it feels so tedious for such a tiny reward T-T I really hope it improves as the rank goes up or something, because right now (since I've never gotten the end-game stuff) the fishing is just a four to one ratio of trash to fish, and I have to donate/offer most of the catch I get so fishing day usually ends up feeling more like a waste (I've decided not to fish until I get a better rod or smth, because this frustrates me to no end)

On another hand, though, I love the art and the different areas, it all feels so bright and so nice and does a really good job of distracting me from real life :'D

So far I've really loved the mines, though, it feels like a parallel with diving except to me, it's just more fun, I don't know if it's the sound the rocks make when they break or there's just more immediate reward, but that's how I feel (I just cleared the mines in mid-summer year 1, it's so fun to mine :D)

speaking of diving - I'm kinda mixed about it? I love the concept, I don't love the mechanic *per se*; I really enjoy collecting the little beacons (forgot the name) and I like the critters - I feel like the beacon paths can get a bit excessive towards the end (osmium and gold areas) with them circling like the whole map before they finally settle T-T

I also feel like with the merfolk, it's kind of out of hand? I have literally no reason to visit the kingdom (other than the very beautiful and lovely npcs ofc) now that I've opened it, and it just feels a liiiittle bit like a chore at the moment, but thankfully not enough to make me hate it, so I'm bearing with it right now

I do love having the chance to get my own mermaid tail, though, that's a fun one :D

...you're apologizing for the thing I specifically requested??? Rude!

That feeling of Coral Island being so BIG has definitely put a lot of people off it! And it just kinda keeps Being big, getting bigger and bigger, and then just- suddenly stops. And then there's nothing. And it feels so Weird.

So in this case I think being a chronic re-starter is almost the only way to play! I said in another post how I enjoyed the updates coming out slowly so I could get used to each thing at a time; if I'd had to face the entire game all at once I might've given up!

I LOVE fishing! But I simply will not do it until I have an osmium rod and at least Rank C, because otherwise it's entirely pointless. Unless you want to be irritated, ig. But once you've got the good rod and rank, you can find so many utterly gorgeous fishing spots! (See my post about my favorite fishing spots XD). And the computer helps with the museum grind.

Mines are SO satisfying! And I love how different each aesthetic is! Especially the Secret mine :3 But it gets very grindy by the end, and I've done too much mining so now I basically have the layouts memorised. Except for those levels that are scarily big. But it is fun to see how fast you can get through it, especially if you don't upgrade the pickax much!

Diving I think definitely needs a bit of a re-work; I think ideally they would make it so other npcs could help you slash that trash. And I think there used to be speculation that there would be other mechanics to clear large swaths at a time. But right now it gets really tedious, even for me, who earns the Big Bucks by doing all the long repetitive tasks everyone hates.

!!! Oh wait that's exactly how I've been feeling about the merfolk!!! I just didn't Realise! 'Cause like, on land you naturally run into townies on your way to do whatever you gotta do, and that's how friendships build. You can Choose to seek out a specific character, but they're mostly out there living their lives.

But merfolk... yeah they're all in a tiny space doing the same thing every day with no variation. You won't naturally run into them anywhere, even when you unlock the shops. And if you try to seek them out on purpose, odds are they're in a room you can't reach because your friendship isn't high enough. Which means your friendship can't get high enough. Endless loop!

I think I'd really like to see your thoughts on the farmer questionnaire I have pinned, 'cause you kind of just naturally answered half of it already!

[sunnunderthesun]

Social media giants monetize malnourishment and mental illnesses?

Work is the only known YouTube channel that has raised awareness against eating raw rice while aiming to make a living off of individuals who feel satisfied by the sound, sight or taste of raw rice. I got in touch with the channel's creator based in India to learn more on the topic.

How is your YouTube channel different from other channels that attract people in love with raw rice?

Work: My raw rice ASMR videos never show anybody eating raw rice unlike most other ASMR Youtubers who post videos of themselves eating raw rice, chalk, paper and all that. The audience of this niche is fascinated by the crunchy noises of chewing the raw rice more than anything else. But, if you watch my videos you will notice that I produce a similar sound effect without eating them. Mostly I stir the rice in a container. In fact, on my channel I have mentioned, "Don't eat raw rice. It's very harmful..." No matter how hard up I am, I will never ever promote eating raw rice despite all the requests I get from viewers asking me to show myself eating the raw rice.

Consumption of raw rice (ryzophagia) falls under raw starch addiction called amylophagy. It is recognised as a form of Pica. According to The American Psychiatric Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5), Pica is the compulsive eating or craving of "non-nutritious" things. It's an eating disorder common among children, pregnant women, and people with certain mental illnesses like OCD.

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR), the self-reported tingling sensation arising on the scalp and travelling down the back of the neck and spinal cord, is a popular hashtag often used to promote videos portraying pica. When I search for "eating raw rice" on popular social media sites, I come across thousands of such videos, made mostly in South Asia, by both adults and minors. Sometimes content creators upload these videos to please the viewers from whom they get requests to eat a particular kind of rice in a certain way before the camera for their sensual satisfaction. Some vloggers film impoverished people of all ages devouring raw rice. Apparently, nobody finds anything wrong with this trend on the internet.

So your aim of creating the channel was to become a professional YouTuber?

Work: At first, yes. I created the channel in 2019. Then I got a job within a year. But I still continued to make the videos mostly in the hope of a side income, which I don't think will ever happen because I'll not eat raw rice for more engagement on my channel. I don't have any time to make videos these days.

Don't you think that your videos may also trigger the desire to eat raw rice in your sick viewers who are unable to cure their addiction?

Work: I did think of it. But my intention has been to motivate them to play with raw rice instead of eating it.

How did you discover the demand for raw rice videos on YouTube?

Work: Actually, I got addicted to eating washed uncooked rice when I was ten or eleven years old. Atleast five to eight times a day, I used to take a handful of raw rice from the container at home and eat them after washing them for a few seconds. When I was almost an adult, I fell ill after consuming wet raw rice for all those years. My education suffered greatly as a result of my illness. It took me over five years to recover from the unbearable physical distress I was going through. If I didn't have access to proper healthcare, I doubt I'd have survived. My doctors said that I got addicted to eating raw rice because of severe malnutrition from childhood. Towards the end of last decade, I randomly wanted to see if there were others like me who ate raw rice. That's when I discovered the hundreds of raw rice eaters on YouTube.

Nutritional deficiencies, child neglect, and low socio-economic status are some of the major causes of this disorder. There's a strong association of pica, especially amylophagy, with iron deficiency. If untreated, pica can lead to serious health problems depending on the substances eaten. Long term amylophagy can cause arsenic poisoning besides other disorders. But, the corporate heads don't consider banning the videos promoting the ingestion of nonfood substances on their respective platforms. Instead they place advertisements on those videos.

What countries did you get most of your views from?

Work: I never advertised my videos anywhere. I was kind of ashamed about what I was trying to do for a living. I only had an Instagram page with rice pictures. None of my friends or family knew about it. Most of the viewers were from India.

India ranked 107 out of 121 countries in the Global Hunger Index (GHI) 2022, below all the countries in South Asia except war-plagued Afghanistan. In 2021, the prevalence of undernourishment increased significantly in South Asia more than any other part of the world. Some of these malnourished people take to eating non-food items in search of minerals that their bodies lack. However, in countries like India the cost of mobile internet is cheaper than a healthy diet.

Below is the list of the countries, provided by YouTube, the videos on Work have got most of their views from.

How do you feel about YouTube profiting from your videos when you can't?

Work: I have deleted most of my videos on Work because of this reason. It seems impossible to have over 1000 subscribers and 4000 watch hours without eating raw rice like so many people have asked me to. It makes me angrier to think that people are destroying their health in the hope of earning a tiny percentage of the money YouTube is making money off of their dangerous videos. Even if these people spit out the raw rice after filming themselves chewing the grains, they are exposing themselves to so much dirt and chemicals.

Do you still crave raw rice?

Work: Yes. I don't eat raw rice anymore. But sometimes I uncontrollably watch the videos of other people munching on raw rice, and I end up making the billionaires win. I feel so guilty... But I also try to eat healthy foods within my budget to fight this horrible condition.

(Conversation translated into English from an Indian language)

[p-antomime]

just so fine.

— minors don’t interact

— wc: 4,7K

content + warnings: 18+, including: dilf!toji, manhandle, spitting, daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of school girl!reader maybe, breeding kink, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, age gap, a bit of size kink, thigh riding

pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

— note: this is a bit inspired by: Love Without Tragedy by Rihanna. — jjk masterlist.

Red lipstick and a broken heart trying to be concerted by the petals of your conscience and your friends who said that "he didn't deserve you anyway". And honestly, you didn't know where exactly you were getting the strength from to get out of bed that Monday and go take a shower before heading painfully to your first class in the morning.

He used to be the boy you loved with every cell of your body and soul, he stole the best years of your freshman life at the university, and now you were a senior who had neither the animation nor the patience to welcome the incoming freshmen that year. Despite having Kugisaki and Megumi fervently cheering you on while Itadori was too busy still dealing with the problem of sending documents to the college, your heart was still fatally wounded and your dignity no longer existed as your tears had wiped it off the face of the earth during that morning shower and you couldn't help but be tempted to put on makeup good enough to mask your dark circles under your eyes and downcast face.

"Are you coming today?", Nobara asked excitedly on the other end of the line as you were already leaving the house and taking the long way to college.

— Do I have the option of not going?

"No, of course not.", Nobara replied with a slight laugh that was well intended to cheer you up a bit, "We can have a movie night tonight, to cheer you up."

— At whose house? At mine that won't be, it's a mess. — You grumbled.

"At Megumi's or Itadori's, of course. During lunch I'll buy soda and food with Yuuji and you convince Megumi to let us break into his house today.”

— Why do I have to convince Megumi? You came up with the idea.

"Because I'll be busy, simple. And Fushiguro doesn't take me seriously.", and then you sighed heavily, already noticing that you were less than a block away from entering the college grounds.

— Okay, I see what I can do.

Kugisaki told you that she was waiting for you in the classroom, and you replied that you were already there. And then something distinctive caught your attention. It was strangely easy to spot something different in the landscape of the university entrance because usually it was always the same: university students rushing to settle personal matters or to classes they are late for, or also students who came to see what the college was like before the university application period.

But today was different. There was a tall man fully dressed in black and gray leaning against a motorcycle that looked as if it had been taken from an action movie because it was so well equipped and large. He looked relaxed, and yet he still possessed an aura that could kill you with a single punch. Attractive and devilishly dangerous with that leather jacket highlighting his strong arms and broad shoulders. Forcing your eyes a little, you could notice a scar close to one of the corners of his lips.

— What's the matter, little girl? — His deep voice reaches your ears, but your mind whispers to you that he probably wasn't talking to you at the same time that your heart starts to beat out of control and your head turns from side to side trying to check if there is someone behind you. — Yeah, I'm talking to you. — He smiled sideways.

— Uh... hmm... none, sorry. — Your cheeks started to heat up and you wanted to punch yourself in the stomach because usually a simple man couldn't disconcert you like that, and then your eyes fell on his collarbones, well marked by the black shirt he wore under his jacket, and your mouth suddenly felt too dry.

— What exactly are you apologizing for? — The man asked as he placed one of the helmets on the motorcycle seat, if there were two helmets maybe he brought some college girl? — For eating me with your eyes or staring at me? — And then you choked on your saliva and coughed desperately for air trying not to drop the folders in your hands and he seemed amused by your reaction.

— I-I... — Your fingers squeezed the folders and you had to look away to think straight. — I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to.

— I am not, it's great to be lusted after by younger girls. — He replied, but before he had a chance to continue his onslaught someone approached from the diagonal.

— Dad! — And then you choked again seeing that the one who was referring to the man in front of you as "dad" was Megumi. — Oh, Y/N? — He looked confused looking from you to his own father. — Anyway, they didn't have what you wanted at the pharmacy, next time you'll buy it yourself. — The young Fushiguro spoke to the older man, but seconds later, noticing the mortifying silence that settled over the place as you stared at his father, he spoke up: — And we are almost late already, let’s go, Y/N. — Megumi took one of your arms and started to guide you away from the motorcycle and closer to the interior of the college.

— You never told me you were interested in girls. — His father shouted more to embarrass his son than you, but the effect was the opposite, since you were the one with the burning cheeks.

— Shut up, Toji. — Megumi shouted back as he continued walking. — Did he say shit to you? — He asked you when the two of you were already walking down the halls to your classroom for the first class of the morning.

— Not really, no. He seems... fine. — You tried to talk as if you didn't have dirty thoughts running through your mind especially after remembering the older man's collarbones and scar, and still Megumi gave you an accusing look.

— Don't try to fuck my father, that's disgusting. - Your eyes widened.

— I wasn't thinking that, you idiot. — And then Megumi let out a loud laugh.

— I know, I was just trying to amuse you. — He shrugged and left you standing in front of the door. — See you at lunch?

— Yes, of course. — You answered, and then suddenly remembered Nobara's request on the phone earlier. Your hand held one of his arms so that he wouldn't walk away without listening to you. — Megumi, can we have a movie night at your place tonight? Nobara came up with the idea of doing this to cheer me up a bit. — He seemed to become suddenly tense.

— I'll have to at least let Toji know that there will be people coming home today. — Megumi answered vaguely and shrugged. — I'll send a message to Kugisaki and let her know if it's on or off.

Nodding your head positively, you gave your friend a slight smile, and then for the rest of the day your mind concentrated on paying attention to your classes, your scheduled seminars and the pile of work you still had to do. There was no time for your heart to pound with grief over the loss of your now ex-boyfriend, but there were several minutes when you had to chase away persistent thoughts of Megumi's dad. But looking at him wasn't enough, your hands wanted to explore his body and leave marks everywhere, that's what you thought until you felt ashamed, pushed the thoughts away for a few brief minutes and then thought about it again. In a vicious loop.

When you were having lunch with Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki, your head tried to focus on their conversation as much as possible, but looking at the man with black hair and beautiful eyelashes reminded you of Toji and your hands started to break into a cold sweat. It had been a frustrating, tiring day, but secretly you were a little excited to see your friend's father again.

— Don't take too long, okay? — Nobara spoke after dropping you off and leaning against the hallway wall, and you nodded positively before going to your room to pack a backpack with some pajamas and an outfit in case you and the other two friends ended up falling asleep while you were at Megumi's house.

It didn't take long before you two were ringing the doorbell of the Fushiguro’s house and from the loud sound from inside the house you both could tell Yuuji had already arrived. Suddenly, Y/N felt nervous not knowing who would answer the door. Would it be Toji? "Damn", you thought as you saw exactly him calmly opening the door. This time he wasn't wearing very dark clothes, it was just gray sweatpants and a white v-neck shirt that still highlighted his beautiful collarbones.

— Is that them? — Itadori shouted from another room in the house.

— Yes. — Megumi, who was looking at the two girls standing in the doorway over Toji's shoulder, answered. — You may come in.

Toji moved to the side letting you two into the house and, using the personal excuse of being embarrassed, Y/N walked in with her head down. And partly, in fact, it was true that you were embarrassed, but your mind knew that your eyes wanted to take a good look at the older Fushiguro's thighs and cock. It was impossible not to look at those parts of his body, especially with that kind of pants.

But then Toji gave himself the right to go up the stairs to the upper floor of the house and out of your field of vision when Megumi asked you and Nobara which movie you wanted to watch and she answered that a drama movie. And then the four of you started to watch the movie comfortably, until you started to feel the straps of your own bra start to press painfully against the skin of your shoulders.

— Can I go to the bathroom? — Y/N asked Megumi, who pointed to the steps of the staircase diagonally across from the sofa.

— First door on the left. — You nodded and walked up the stairs carrying your backpack, intending to get rid of your bra and also put on the comfortable pajama top that had been brought.

From the hallway you could hear the low sound of another TV escaping through the gap in a tall door. It was probably Toji's room, such a thought raced through your mind, and you shrugged as you entered the bathroom, leaned against the door, and began to remove your bra and change into your shirt. It was inevitable to sigh in relief as you felt your shoulders less tense and sore and your hands groped your breasts just for the personal pleasure of feeling them free now.

— Hmm, may I come in? — A muffled voice was heard behind the door and instinctively you quickly removed your hands from your breasts.

— Just a minute. — Y/N answered, shoving the previously worn blouse into her backpack and almost running toward the door, slowly opening it.

You looked forward and found yourself facing a bare hard chest as you waited to see a long hallway with four different doors. Toji was now shirtless in front of you and your cheeks burned a little, which got a little worse when your brain short-circuited, your hand rested two fingers against the warm, somewhat soft skin of his chest, and you pulled away slightly so that you could look him in the eye.

— I'm sorry. — Your hand finished opening the door and there was again a sideways smile on Toji's lips

— Are you going to sleep here? — He asked, sliding his gaze over her shoulders, breasts and abdomen freely, without any embarrassment.

— No, actually. I just changed my shirt to be more comfortable.

— Got it. — Toji looked you straight in the eyes again, but yours were already gliding across his face until you found the scar close to his lips.

— How did you get this scar? — You felt the need to prolong the conversation just to get a better record of his face.

— You're pretty curious for someone apparently shy. — He remarked, his eyes sparkling with a gleam that you couldn't quite identify what it was. — When I was younger, we could say I wasn't the friendliest person in the whole world, so I got into a few fights. — Toji shrugged, as if this was not relevant information

How old are you? — A mischievous smile slowly drew on his lips.

— Old enough to be your dad.

"Then maybe I can call you Daddy", was the first thing you thought, but there wasn't enough courage in you to flirt shamelessly, especially with Megumi or the other two able to eavesdrop from downstairs.

— I think I've been here with you long enough. — Y/N answered, putting the backpack on her back and walking past Toji, but just as her feet were about to start down the steps, the older Fushiguro called her out.

— I think you forgot something, little girl. — You turned back in confusion, and in his hands was your bra. Toji threw the piece of clothing toward you through the air without much force to fall gently onto your palms that had opened toward him. — The next time you forget something like that inside my house, I'll keep it for myself. — You frowned, assuming that he was implying that there was possibly something between you and his son.

— Me and Megumi, we don't... — Your shoulders shook without your mouth finishing the sentence.

— I wasn't talking about him exactly, you're very naive, not that that's a problem for me. — He went into the bathroom and eventually you were alone again.

Feeling more embarrassed than the first time you had seen Toji earlier at the university entrance, you joined your friends again in the middle of the movie and were grateful that none of them had bothered to ask if anything had happened in the bathroom because of your delay. Eventually Nobara fell asleep on your shoulder after eating two pieces of the pizza Megumi had asked his father to buy, and Yuuji began to yawn almost pushing the son of the owner of the house off the couch.

— I knew they would both end up sleeping. — Megumi grumbled, pushing Itadori aside and getting up from the sofa. — There are two guest bedrooms upstairs, you and Nobara can use both of them and Yuuji sleeps with me, or one of you can sleep with me and the other and Itadori in the other bedrooms.

— I think it's better that Yuuji better sleep with you. — Y/N replied looking at Kugisaki, who was starting to fall off her shoulder.

And then Fushiguro woke the almost sleeping Itadori to go upstairs while he carried Nobara up the stairs and you accompanied him carrying both your and your friend's backpack. After tidying Kugisaki up in bed and getting Yuuji changed, Megumi spoke to you before leaving you alone in the guest room:

— If you feel hungry, you can go in the kitchen and get something to eat during the night. And, well, you already know where the bathroom is, and so does my room. If anything happens during the night, you can call me or him. — Megumi pointed to the door of Toji's bedroom, and you nodded positively.

And then you laid lazily on the slightly uncomfortable bed in the room and tried to relax. Almost, almost, sleep caught up with you, but your evil brain began to make you think about the fact that Toji was only a few miserable doors away, and the anxiety began to corrupt you rapidly, like a corrosive acid. But even though you wanted to go knock on his door, you forced yourself to sleep, especially since the day had been exhausting.

The next day, just like the rest of the week, Y/N didn't get to see Megumi's dad, and he didn't make much of a point of talking about his father either, after all, why would his friends be interested in him, right? All the other days of the week, her mind focused more on trying not to think about her ex-boyfriend and also not to think about Toji, just college business.... And then came the next Thursday of the successive week.

And there was Toji Fushiguro, leaning against his big motorcycle, but this time with only one helmet and different clothes. Honestly? You didn't know if you should go talk to him or not, if you should just walk right by or not. But, in the end, your mind tricked you into choosing the second option, and your feet awkwardly made their way to the college with your eyes struggling not to check the man's reactions.

— Can I have your number, little girl? — Toji asked in a tone loud enough for you to hear.

— What? — You looked away, wringing your hands nervously.

— I asked if I could have your number. — One of his hands swung his cell phone toward you.

The first thought that crossed your mind was, "What if someone sees us together and tells Megumi?", but honestly, Megumi probably wouldn't be interested in your sex or love life, even if it was with his father.

— Maybe, if you take me for a motorcycle ride today.

— You're wearing a skirt, are you sure you'd want to do that? — Toji suppressed a playful laugh. — You could have a ride somewhere more comfortable than my motorcycle today.

You narrowed your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek, realizing that you were entering dangerous territory in a game of seduction that Toji knew and played better than you.

— Will Megumi be at home?

— He has an internship today. — Toji replied, drumming his fingers on his helmet.

— Wait for me after four o'clock then. — You replied and walked back toward the college as you felt his eyes fixed on your ass.

Throughout the day you felt uncomfortably nervous and Nobara even asked you if everything was okay several times at different times. The only answer your mind formulated was a simple positive head movement, because honestly you felt embarrassed to be interested in a friend's dod, even though this father was extremely attractive and did not reject your shy and restrained advances. He was just so nice, fine.

Fine enough to make you press your thighs together to try to relieve the sexual tension as your legs walked towards the Fushiguro house. And when you got there, it didn't take long to see Toji opening the door wearing only black sweatpants. You went inside and closed the door, nervously watching the older man, who sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room and called out to you with his index finger. As you stopped in front of him, one hand patted his lap and the other was placed on your thigh covered by your skirt. Slowly, Y/N took her seat sitting on his covered cock.

— Why do you look so tense, hm? — Toji asked, squeezing your thigh without too much force and you moved slightly against his hip. — Are you a virgin by any chance? — Your cheeks heated up.

— N-No, you just make me nervous. — Y/N replied, shrugging slightly.

— Do I? — He pretended to be surprised as he slid his hand up her skirt and pushed his fingertips against her covered pussy. — Do I make you get your panties wet too? — Toji pressed his hips against hers and her hands rested on his shoulders for a few brief seconds.

— Fuck, yes. — You groaned, taking your fingers to the buttons of your shirt to undo them. — I've been thinking about you more than I should, I've been thinking about everything about you.

— So, why don't you show me how much you've been thinking about me, huh? — Fushiguro pulled her panties aside and stroked her pussy in slow circular motions while he brought his other hand to her face and pulled her closer to his. — Show me how much you want me and cum on my fingers like the dirty slut I know you can be. — His thumb slowly brushed over your lips and you opened them, your mouth filled by long fingers.

You grabbed his wrist close to your intimacy and guided two of his digits into your interior. And, fuck, they filled you so well. Toji's fingers were thicker and longer than yours, so the times he repeatedly curved them inside your cunt, their tips easily brushed and pressed that spot that made you roll your eyes having your body spasm with pleasure. "What a beautiful vision", the man would be thinking as he watched his beautiful college girl choking on his fingers while being fucked by the others.

However, he didn't move his hand against you much, meaning that he let you choose the pace and intensity, until you whimpered against his neck in a silent request for his fingers to move against you:

— Please, Toji, move your fingers. — Y/N said as she pulled away from Toji's digits that were preventing her from speaking and forced her hips against his hand.

— Can't you cum on your own? — He asked squeezing your chin to make you keep your mouth open. — Pathetic. — Toji spat on your tongue and closed your mouth to force you to swallow. — Pathetic slut. — And then he began to finger you in a relentless rhythm.

If Fushiguro wanted to make you cum in his hand, that's exactly what he got, and he even got a great view of your trembling body, your breasts rising and falling rapidly because of your rapid breathing and your head falling back in an intense pleasure you didn't know your body could achieve. While you were still clouded by ecstasy, his fingers snuck up to finish removing your panties and getting rid of your clothes covering your upper body. He wanted you only in your skirt.

— Look at my pet slut with her beautiful cunt leaking. — His fingers spread the folds of your pussy to see you twitching around just at his obscene words. — Just so nice. — Toji pressed the thumb against your sensitive clit and gave you a smirk before he sat you down on one of his thighs, began to move you there and also slowly stimulated your clit.

His body leaned down and his lips latched onto your breasts, sucking and licking them more intensely as your hips moved faster against his thigh. And occasionally Fushiguro would pull up her skirt and slap her ass hard enough to leave several finger marks across her skin; and it was on one of his slaps that a short, gasping, "Daddy" sneaked out from between your lips and hit Toji's mind as a twinge of intense pleasure coursed through his entire body.

— Say that again. — He ordered, grabbing her neck with the hand that had been slapping her ass before.

— Daddy... — Y/N groaned breathlessly as she continued to move her hips against Toji's thigh in a desperate attempt to cum again.

— Keep calling me that, be a good little whore for me. — His other hand continued to stimulate your clit, now at a more intense pace that managed to push you straight into the abyss of a orgasmic pleasure that you so desperately needed.

After that, Fushiguro held you still in place as he continued to press his fingers against your clit. He definitely wanted to bring you close to the level of almost passing out from so much lust running freely through your body, and so your legs instinctively closed around his hand. At the same time that you desperately needed to breathe because you felt like your lungs were burning from your intense panting, every fiber of your body was still clamoring for the stimulation that only Toji could give you at the moment, so it wasn't hard for him to force your legs open again with a sly smile on his lips:

— Come on, my pretty girl, give me everything you've got. — He made scissor-like movements against her walls and her hips automatically forced themselves against Toji's palm, even though her intimacy was already quite sensitive.

— Daddy, please... please, more, daddy... — Y/N sank her face into the curve of Toji's neck trying to stifle her own moans.

— What a great fuck toy you are. — His fingers curved and you gasped, feeling again that same pressure as before against your bottom that indicated that your third orgasm was approaching. — No matter how much I make you cum you keep asking for more.

And the more he moved his fingers frantically against your pussy, the more you felt your thoughts disappear completely and all that was left was only Toji Fushiguro, and his fingers, and the cocky smile he had no matter what the situation was. Those same fingers that made you squirt for the first time against his abdomen in a third, overwhelming orgasm and your cheeks heat up violently, especially after seeing Toji bring them to his lips looking more than just satisfied with his work with you. Fuck, you could fuck him several times, you could pass out from pleasure, and you still wouldn't ask him to stop or slow down with you.

— Think you can handle one more, pretty girl? — He asked, his hands reaching for his pants and underwear.

— Yes, Daddy. — Y/N tried to speak as firmly as possible with her heavy breathing.

Toji put one hand on your waist and the other on your chin and took the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss as he entered you slowly, which made you lose some focus on the kiss and moan against his mouth as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He didn't let you get too used to the recent intrusion and started thrusting himself against you hard.

After leaving yours, his mouth slid down your neck and shoulders to leave sucking and biting the area before placing the hand that was on your chin on your neck. Eventually yours moans went from simple gasps and sighs to little "Daddy" that made Fushiguro's dick twitch against yours insides several times and grunts escape his lips.

— I will breed you like the desperate little whore that you are. — Toji stroked hard against you while squeezing your neck a little harder. — I bet you're going to love this, aren't you?

— Y-Yes, daddy, breed me, please. — Y/N moved her hips against his while maintaining eye contact with the older man's predatory eyes. — Fill me up completely, until I'm leaking.

Toji squeezed your waist tightly, tilted your body slightly until your hips arched a bit, and started a rhythm of thrusts against you that as a result made your mind go blank and your nails leave scratches on his shoulders. And your fourth orgasm didn't even take long to hit you almost as hard as the third because your whole body had been extremely sensitive for a long time; after fucking that man incessantly you would definitely be addicted to him, to his touch, to his dick, to his lips. Everything about him was addictive.

After making you cum for the fourth time, Fushiguro kept thrusting inside you until his cock forcefully contracted against you and filled you full of cum. By that point you had definitely become just a bunch of holes for him to fuck, and if your body wasn't already so sensitive you might want him to actually fill every possible place in your body with cum. When he withdrew his dick from inside your pussy, Toji pulled your hips up to watch the white liquid escape your entrance and used his fingers to push it into you again.

— Come here. — He patted his chest lightly, and you leaned your sweaty body against his as you lifted your head to look at him. His hands caressed your body and soon you found yourself being carried up the stairs. — I'm going to give you a long shower, and then I'll take you home. — Toji left a gentle kiss against your forehead, and you felt more comfortable than you really should have in his arms.

— Thank you, daddy. — You replied, and he couldn't suppress a satisfied smile.

And maybe from then on you continued to take advantage of the times when Megumi wasn't home or you weren't so busy with college to spend hours together.

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You know your comment about Slimerancher feels like a challenge, but I*m gonna be sane and say: could I have Vanco in Bioshock? Or if it's too hard only Silco (and presumably Jinx) in Bioshock.

Sanity is for cowards!! But feel free to request Slime Rancher another time because instead I have a fall of rapture AU for you. This, uh. Got elaborate. I'll continue or write different POVs by request later. Enjoy! TWs for: Human experimentation, child experimentation. _____ They're standing on a boat, and Vander is pacing.

Silco can hear and feel it on the deck behind him, even as he leans over the rail with his binoculars, looking at the spot in the ocean ahead of them where a mass of ships are moored and he knew it, he knew something was happening, so he tries to filter Vander out, until Vander says–

��Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Silco bites back a sigh. This is only the sixth time Vander’s asked the question in as many hours, he reminds himself. Really, that was impressive. Considering how genuinely risky this venture was, Vander’s stress was understandable. However, he has run through all of his practical and logical reassurances, so all he has left to say is–

“Well if I wasn’t, it would be too late now.”

Vander just sighs, coming to a stop. “What’s your name, again?”

“Silco. You’re Vander.” He lifts the spyglass again. “If this works, we may never have to take others ever again.”

“No surnames?”

“It would be a little hypocritical of Viktor I-left-my-surname-behind-in-my-home-country to criticize us for not having surnames.”

Vander sighs. “–I am tired of running.” he mutters.

Silco wants to say other things, wants to tell Vander it means everything that Vander is with him, wants to tell him that this is the job to end all jobs, and after it they’d get to retire, they could make a home for themselves and settle down with the haul of a lifetime. Silco wants to tell Vander he loves him. All he says is–

“I know.”

Vander sighs. “Run me through our cover again.”

“Mostly the truth.” Silco says, turning around to lean on the railing of the ship. “With just a bit of flavor. We heard about Viktor’s north atlantic project because we used to run a bar in New York, one of his employees did us a good turn by telling us about something big after you saved him from the feds. We’ve been looking at supply lines and figuring things out because we believe in his vision. No one’s told us the whole of what he’s doing, but I figured it out. A lot of supplies going out to the middle of the sea and not a lot coming back out. And I understand him, as a fellow self made man–”

Vander snorts, and Silco whacks him with the back of his hand.

“–as a fellow self made man, I could understand his vision of escape. What else could a former soviet want with an isolated spot in the middle of the ocean besides a place to bunker down? A city to build at the bottom of the ocean beats any fallout shelter in these uncertain times.”

“Maybe leave off that last part.” Vander reminds him, and Silco snorts.

“If I establish myself as a nice man I'm going to have to stick to it. I don’t think I'm very nice.”

Vander sighs, looking over Silco’s shoulder. “–well, I've got your back. And we’ve got incoming.”

Silco grins, fiercely, at Vander. “Showtime.” He says, and then turns around to wave down the approaching ship.

____

Vander tugs the collar of his suit, looking uncomfortable.

“Do I really have to wear this?” he asks, and Silco reminds himself that it’s only the third time in as many minutes, that this is the man he’s in love with, and he lets out a long breath and comes over to loosen Vander’s tie.

“Yes.” He tells him. “We are going to listen to our beloved– president or whatever he’s calling himself–”

“City founder.” Vander says. “Owner of the city, really, but avoid the– I don’t think he especially cares about the title for pride’s sake, but you don’t want to sound like you’re buying into the whole democratic government thing.”

Vander looks a little uncomfortable, and Silco looks up, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t tell me you’re missing America.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Vander deadpans. “It’s just– there’s more poverty here than there was supposed to be. The workers who built the place don’t have enough places to live and meanwhile the city founder’s going back to his lab to let it sort itself out.”

“Well, the market will account for the end of the day.” Silco says, dismissive. “Or whatever lines they’re spewing now. Come on, let's go see if Viktor’s going to give his speech himself or get that Talis boy to–”

“Silco.”

Silco stops mildly through pulling back from Vander, a foot back, and really focuses on his expression. It’s very, very serious, and Silco frowns.

“What are you upset about?”

Vander swallows. “–When we take this place over.” He says. “We’re gonna make sure they’re actually alright, right? All those people in what they’re calling the pauper’s drop.”

“Of course we are.” Silco says, quietly, but assured. “We look after ourselves first, then we take care of our city. Viktor’s right about one thing, Rapture is our home now. We need to look after it, don’t we?”

Vander visibly relaxes, and Silco almost smiles.

“Come on.” He says. “We have to go play nice.”

___

Silco trusts Peter Singed, but he doesn’t exactly care for him. Being roused by him in the early hours of the morning because he’s excited about something also does not bode well.

But nonetheless, he had to tolerate Singed, especially following his rather public split with Viktor. There was no truer ally than the enemy-of-his-enemy, after all, even if it involved handling some very unscrupulous experiments and being woken up at some ungodly hours.

Granted, Silco reflected, it was hard to say what ungodly hour it was, exactly. The street lights were on some kind of schedule, but it was so deep underneath the atlantic that there was nothing like daylight, and half the time the streetlights failed in this part of town anyway. Power being redirected for heating, Silco expected. This was the kind of thing that had Talis down here half the time, doing unpaid work in every minute of his off hours.

Thankfully, the streetlights are on– even if they’re dimmed– and the cold isn’t quite as biting as it usually is as they make their way down the street. Silco tries to decide if it’s worth waking Vander but– no. He admits to himself that at this point it would be more about wanting Vander’s company than about any real need. Better to find out exactly what the hell Singed wanted first.

He heads into the lab, is shocked to see one of Singed’s patients– a blonde boy, looking rough, but–

Silco frowns.

The boy he’d seen yesterday had a grievous wound in his arm.

And that wound was gone.

He hardly has time to process that before Singed is making a well-go-on gesture at the boy, who clears his throat.

“I–” he says. “After the fishhook. Got me yesterday. I wrapped it and I–” He winces a little, looking down. “–went back to work. Because I had to. But when i stuck my arm into the catch something– bit me. It was like a slug thing. And then uh. My arm didn’t hurt anymore.”

“Fascinating.” Silco says, and looks to Singed. “Do you have the–”

Singed is already gesturing him along, and Silco follows him deeper into the lab. An eel like creature is in a glass tube. It looks... fairly dead, but there are tubes connecting to it, and Silco is saying– “It appears to be able to rewrite sections of the human genetic code. With time I could do far more than just heal.”

Silco stares at it, feeling the spark of something, something big. This is it. This is–

Singed is still talking.

“–unfortunately, the creature is parasitic, it needs a host–”

“Than find one.” Silco says, cutting him off. “I have to– I have to tell Vander.”

They were going to change everything.

___

They’d changed everything. The first set of experiments were wildly successful. Singed had– admittedly, singed’s experiment with fire had been marginally less than completely free of consequences, or irony, but he considered it a success and so Silco really couldn’t deny him that. The boy– Deckard, Silco knew his name now– had been happy to volunteer for more experiments for a small stipend. Singed had him throwing electricity out of his hands and bending spoons with his mind. Incredible. Vander had the men looking for the creatures, everyone in their fishery business, seriously enough that Silco almost set aside the smuggling, except for the small necessities. Rapture cigars were worthless. It hit the market. It was revolutionary. Everyone wanted a taste of the plasmid business. Everyone wanted to change themselves. There were side effects, but there were always sacrifices to be made. This was what they needed, their edge against Viktor.

The things kept dying. When Singed said he’d found a way to implant them in children, Silco hadn’t even hesitated.

He hadn’t asked Vander for permission.

He supposes it was fitting that Vander hadn’t asked for forgiveness.

No note, no long goodbye, nothing. He had simply come in to find his work stolen, the test subjects gone. He takes a deep breath, reminds himself of the fact that– he still owns the building. He still owns the patents. He still has Singed. Everything Vander took can be replicated. He can find more–

He can’t find another Vander–

He shoves the thought out of his head. He should have been paying attention. He should have known Vander was getting soft. He should have seen it coming. He should have–

He swallows his heartbreak. There is no turning back, now.

[softxsuki]

I have a question for you! Just a simple one really. What's something that you know you do differently than most people? I'm curious because what you answer would be. (Or another question if you don't want to do this one: What are you most grateful for?) - ⚜️

Hmm, interesting questions! I'll answer them both for you!

Something I know I do differently from most people: It's hard to tell what's going on in everyone's mind or their daily life, so idk if these things are actually things that most people don't do lol, but I'll still say them

If I have a plate of food, I eat the parts I like the least first, and save my favorite for last

As for my writing, I think this is pretty different, but I write out a basic draft using bulletpoints first, then I go through and fill in with more details or rearrange some things. I can't write out a full story and post it like that, there's always something I have to change

I daydream everywhere. I used to go to this park when I was younger and at the time I was super obsessed with One Direction (lol) and I'd have very vivid daydreams while swinging on a swing, of a tour bus stopping by the park and the 1D boys coming out and inviting me on tour with them NFJEKAFJN

Even now though, I still daydream at work. I was laughing to myself because I fully pictured this cute scenario with Bakugou and I full on started giggling to myself 💀

Something I do different on tumblr: I'm nice (I hope). I've seen so many blogs who only care about their mutuals. Like they only do certain events for their mutuals and only act friendly towards them and I never understood that. It always discouraged me from even sending them an ask, even though I was on anon, because I felt like I didn't belong. I want to give love to everyone whether they're my moot or not, so I hope everyone feels welcome to speak to me on my blog! Let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable talking to me :D

These are probably all generic I'm sorry. I can't really think of anything more specific FJKEABF

AS FOR WHAT IM THANKFUL FOR;

I'm thankful firstly to God for getting me this far in everything; He's the one that pushed me to start this blog and actually share my writing with people. He brought me the most comfort after my aunt passed away last year, He brought my job opportunity to me at the most perfect moment, and He's helped me out of my most darkest days so definitely very thankful for Him.

I'm of course thankful for my parents who helped raise me (though I am very different from them) but they supported me financially and to this day my dad still helps me out whenever I need it

I'm thankful for my friends, especially my friend Tay who brought me back to my faith. Her and I were destined to meet NFEOAF and I can't wait to meet her in person one day! But also my friend Melissa, who has been with me since 10th grade and stayed by my side when I unfriended my ex-bff who we were mutual friends with. She supports me so much, no questions asked and I know she's someone I can go to for anything and she'll drop everything to help me out

I'm thankful to have a job and a decent income

Thankful to have a car so I don't have to ride a train for 2 hours to get to work

and lastly, IM THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOU; this past year has been incredible because of you guys (especially this past week). I love how understanding you all are even though I'm sure it's frustrating that I have over 100 requests, but I keep doing events and other things in between, but I'm thankful you're all still around. I've been extra happy this week though because more of you are reaching out to me through my asks just to talk or to ask me questions like this and it makes me feel like we're all really close friends (even though I do already consider you all my friends. OR EVEN FAMILY, this blog is our own little family)

There we go. Thank you again for the questions, I love stuff like this <3

[writerdream22]

requested by no one, but I really hope you like this since it took a very long time to write ✨

pairings: Thomas Shelby x twin sister!reader, Shelby family x Shelby!sister!reader

warnings: some cursing. There might be some grammatical errors since English is not my first language. Set around s1. Even though I have not finished the series, I like a certain character that I mostly read about in fics, so he's mentioned too!

A/N: I had to rewrite these headcanons twice because damned Tumblr decided to glitch when I had to save the document. I'm slowly losing the will to write

Being part of the Shelby family had never been easy, at all

Especially when you're Thomas' twin sister and he's always got an eye on you

The two of you loved animals, especially horses, so you spent a lot more time together because of that

The two of you have always been very close, and Thomas has never let you down or seemed to stop caring for you

He always makes sure you're ok, but sometimes he can become very annoying and behaves more like a mother than a brother

“Do you need anything?”

“Tom, it's fuckin' four in the morning and I need to get up in a couple of hours! What could I possibly need at this hour? What do you want?”

“I just heard some noises and I- I just wanted to make sure that you were alive”

“We're not at the front anymore, brother. We're all right now, we're safe”

Before there were even rumors about an incoming war, you decided to become a nurse

Therefore, you were sent to the front in 1914

A little later than you, Thomas departed too and you knew that he wouldn't have come back the same

After the war ended, you and Thomas were indeed whole other people. Your brother had seen the horrors of the war, men dying in front of him and almost dying himself. You, a nurse, had failed to save many lives and you never forgave yourself for that.

As time went by, you thought of moving away from Small Heath. You always wanted to live in a nice apartment in London with your fiancée, who had died in the somme, so you never got to achieve your dreams.

You didn't want to stay in Birmingham anymore, even though you knew that it was not safe to move around the country when the Peaky Blinders business was growing at a rapid pace. So you talked to Thomas about it

“I want to go away”

“Where?”

“London. I've been there once, with James. A nice city, it is. We both know that Small Heath holds too many hurtful memories for me to contain”

“Please, y/n. Stay. We-I need you. Someday, when everything is settled down and the waters are calmer, you will move to London and I'll buy you the best cottage ever”

You could have never sais no to your favorite sibling, especially when he was saying the right thing, so you decided to stay in Birmingham

As time went by, you became Thomas' right-hand woman, and officially became part of the Peaky Blinders

You liked the Garrison, you could always find people who needed someone to talk to. You loved to be their confiant.

You sometimes went out with Ada, and even lied to your family about where she went when she was really visiting Freddie Thorne.

Sometimes, you even spent time with John, Arthur and little Finn. But the relationship you had with Thomas was much more meaningful.

There were days in which you felt down, in which you remembered the war. Although Thomas hadn't even slightly recovered yet, he was always ready to talk

“D'you need to talk?”

“I heard the screams again. The screams of those poor men whose live I did not save”

“You could not save them, it's not your fault. There's a big difference between do and can. Sometimes you're not able to do something, while things you can do are always an option”

“Wow, Tommy. Your words are so deep I-you almost sound like aunt Pol”

“Oh, shut it. I was trying to be comforting!”

You and your twin brother had this kind of relationship: you always made funny or sassy remarks to the other, but it helped you to ease the stress that the too much work gave you

When Thomas wasn't around, you talked to Polly about what troubles you. She was a wise woman, so you trusted her judgment.

When the whole family found out about the stolen arms cargo, you freaked out. It was not wise of your brother to hide something of that much importance from the government.

“What the hell were you thinking? I'm absent, and you make one hell of a mess?”

“Look, y/n, it was a-”

“A mistake, yeah! Go tell your fuckin' lies to someone else, I know how your mind works, Tom! You can't hide your plans from me”

To top your anger, Thomas started frequenting the new bartender working at the Garrison pub. Grace. You hated her, and she didn't like you either (she knew you could have discovered her plans)

“So, you're Thomas' sister, y/n, right?”

“I am”

“And you work with him, don't you?”

“Listen, I know what you want to know. I know what you want from my brother. You won't have it”

“You wanna bet?”

“I've never lost a bet, it's what I've done for a good part of my life, so brace yourself”

Thomas was so blinded by Grace's sight, that he never listened to your warnings

“Tom, she's bad news” or “She's hiding something, don't trust her. Ever”

So he started pushing you away, little by little

You knew that this was all Grace's fault, so you only waited for your twin to understand what he'd done and come back to you

But it never happened

Like when your fiancée died, Small Heath had stopped feeling like home, you didn't feel safe anymore. What happened there had profoundly carved marks in both your mind and heart.

And what did you do? You found comfort in another person's arms, who lived far away from Birmingham's obnoxiously toxic atmosphere

Who was said man? Alfie Solomons, and he surprisingly was the only one who never left you even when things were bad

[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

Mourning

Requested: yes

Prompts:  “I let you down. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that?” ; "We have to tell him. He deserves to know." ; "He won't be able to handle it. He'll self-destruct." ; "You are always the 1st priority to me.”

Warnings: heavy angst (mentions of blood, stab injury, detailed hospital arrival, miscarriage, death), sad

Authors note: This made me shed a tear. The ending is sad but hopefully positive. Good luck!

~

You happily skip to work. Turns out your morning sickness is the first sign of your early pregnancy. You hold your still not visible belly and greet everyone in the district with a cheery voice.

Sargent Platt looks at you weirdly but decides not to press it as you lean against her reception desk. "Hello."

"What happened to you? You're glowing," She scans you top to bottom over the desk. You don't give her anything to make her suspect. With a bright smile and a wink you start waking up the stairs. You make the best of your current emotions because you know the moment you throw up again you'll have your day ruined.

You experienced the sickness quite early, but you went to the doctor after a full two weeks. You just didn't think anything of it. A yesterday it got so bad that you ditched Jay and drive yourself to the doctor's office. You're 7 weeks along.

You didn't mind. You knew Jay would be happy about this baby. A few months ago you brought up the subject and you two said that when you get pregnant, at whatever time or point in life, both of you will be happy whether or not the baby was planned.

"Good morning sunshine," Your boyfriend's voice startles you. He stands by the coffee machine with a cup of hot steamy coffee in his hands. He raises the cup, "You want some babe?"

"Nah I'm good," You approach him with the same glow and give him a kiss.

"Someone's happy," He notes and sits next to you at the table. You decided that, since today is Friday and you both don't have work tommorow you'd suprise him with the big news on a sunny Saturday.

Different ideas of how you'd tell him start blowing up in your head. One better than the other. He is going to be so happy.

You shrug innocently.

"Halstead, Y/LN. Noise complaint at abandoned building, thought you two might want to check out." Your Sargeant, Hank Voight announces. Since today started off calmly you just shrug and stand up. Those calls aren't that bad. "I'll have patrols near you two just in case."

"Don't worry we got this," Jay says and grabs you your jacket. You stand in front of him as he helps you put it on. An image flashes in your mind briefly. You with a big belly standing in front of Jay as he helps you put your jacket on. You smile.

"Alright. Let's go," You say and follow your boyfriend outside.

***

You hold the flashlight above your gun. You can see Jay's light behind you and that incourages you to step in further. Both of you swore that you heard a woman scream. It was loud and clear. But even if your hearing was messing with you (it didn't because you both heard the same thing), in places like this one, unexpectedly, you can find a lot of dope. Different types of drugs all gathered up at one place. It was worth looking into for sure.

You and Jay decide to separate from each other just for a little bit. When your whole unit is together in situations like this one, Jay and you never separate. But you needed to cover as much ground as you could.

You turn several different corners and find no thing and no one. You move your hand to grab your radio. At that small moment, with calculated movements a masked person jumped at you with what looked like a knife. The look in his eyes gave you creeps and you didn't have time to react before he stabbed you.

Not once. Not twice.

Three, four, five, six times.

After that you could barely stay conscious. Blood was pouring out of you like Niagara falls. And so were your tears. They traveled down your face in messy streaks. My baby.

Then you hear a gun shot. The masked man fell right down next to you. You didn't know where to look. You clutched your stomach. He hurt my baby.

"Y/N babe look at me. Hey stay with me!" Jay's rough hand cupped the side of your face and clutched your bleeding stomach. Instead of holding his hand over yours because he wanted to feel the baby, he held it close because he didn't want you to bleed to death.

"We have an officer down, critical condition, stabbed by the offender! The offender is down dead shot fired by the police. I need an ambulance here immediately!!" Jay was barking orders into his radio like a crazy maniac. He didn't want to loose you.

"Baby please stay awake. Talk to me Y/N please!" Your head is lies in his lap. His shirt is now gone completely, it's nested at your bleeding belly already soaked completely. You're barely holding on, you keep gaging and vomiting blood. And just this morning you couldn't be happier for vomiting.

"I-I'm sorry Jay."

***

"Doctor Rhodes! Stab victim, you're going to Baghdad!" Maggie instructed and Connor immediately fled towards the incoming patient.

"Y/N Y/LN, 22-year-old female. Heart rate 100, BP 50/30. Found diaphoretic, in respiratory distress, and covered in blood. 6 stab wounds to her abdomen. We performed intubation on the scene." Silvie Brett recited your dangerous condition as you were rolled into the Gaffney emergency department. Connor Rhodes was schocked to see you. "Page Will. Now."

Your vitals were jumping at dangerous heights. "Alright let's transfer on my count. One, two, three!"

"Jesus Christ... Y/N?" Will couldn't believe his eyes. Jay was just outside shaking because of your condition. Will read your stats on the monitor and came to assist Connor. Will pressed his stethoscope over your chest and listened carefully, "There's diminished breath sounds on the left side."

"Blood is gathering around her left lung. Alright, April give me the kit we need to do a tube thoracostomy." April did as Connor said and preped his request. He cut a small line with the scalpel and inserted the tube. Blood spilled everywhere.

"Give me the ultrasound." Will instructed and April handed him the transducer on which she put one some gel. Will glided the transducer across your belly to look for any more internal bleeding. "Her major organs seem to be fine..." then he moved it downwards and was shocked to see a small baby inside. "She was pregnant."

He looked outside towards Jay and immediately knew you didn't tell him. Hell, he didn't even know if you knew. The baby was still so small, but it did have a heartbeat before the stab wounds. Will cursed.

Your vitals dropped rapidly at that moment. "She's in V Fib!" Connor yelled.

"On it." Will immediately hopped onto the bed and started doing compressions. He kept repeating, c'mon Y/N c'mon. Jay who stood outside lost it completely when he saw what was happening. Security and Dr. Ethan Choi had to hold him down.

"Charge to 200," Connor said as he grabbed the the padels. "Everyone clear."

Will pulled away and Connor shocked you. Nothing. "Do it again."

After three more tried Connor wanted to announce asistoly. "No, no, no Y/N c'mon. Connor one more time."

"Will she's gone."

"No Connor one more damn time please!" Will was on the verge of crying. Connor nodded and charged them again. "Clear."

You were brought back to life. "Okay let's get her to the OR immediately! She needs a diagnostic laparotomy and a D&C."

You were rushed out. Will stood in the middle of the trauma room surrounded by blood. "How is she?" Jay had tears around his eyes, he was tense and uncontrollably shaking.

"I don't know Jay... I don't."

For a second it looked like Jay was going to punch him square in the face but instead Jay leaned against his brother's shoulder and cried like never before. "I was supposed to ask her to marry me tommorow."

Will's heart broke at his words.

But what broke him even more was the fact that his younger brother lost a baby he didn't even know he'd have.

***

"She just went through a major surgery, I'd like to monitor her before we go any further." Connor told Jay. The whole Intelligence unit was there. Everyone was deeply concerned about you.

"What are we going to do Will?" Connor and he stood by your bed and watched your sleeping form.

"She knew about it I'm sure of it," Will said. "Let's talk to her when she wakes up. Page me when she does."

Will went to attend his other patients and after a few hours you woke up. "Hey Y/N how you doing?"

You tried to get used to the bright lights but with no avail. Everything seems foreign to you. Dark spots blurry your vision but you blink them away. My baby.

Tears spill down your cheeks uncontrollably. "M-my...baby."

Connor and Will share a look. "Y/N does Jay know?" Will asks you before he sits down next to you.

You shake your head. "I...I was only 7 weeks along." There's pressure in your throat which makes you cough, "I wanted to tell him tommorow." Your heart broke at your words. You blamed yourself for your recklessness.

Will sighed, "We have to tell him. He deserves to know."

You shake your head rapidly at that proposal, "He won't be able to handle it. He'll self-destruct." You know Jay. Maybe even better than Will. He would be heartbroken.

"Y/N as your doctors we have to tell him," Will fought back.

"As my doctors you have to keep my charts a secret." You tried to blink the tears away but they wouldn't go away. You were fighting a battle within yourself. You wanted to tell Jay but he's been through enough. "I lost my baby today. I found out that I was pregnant today."

"Y/N but Jay was the father of your baby. He has every right to know that he lost his child whether he knew about it or not." You understood where Will was coming from. The truth in his words hit you like a truck. He was right.

"Then...let me tell him Will," You squeeze his hand. "Let me."

"I'll go get Jay," Will announces and rushes out of your ICU room to get his brother. To get the love of your life.

"You're doing the right thing, Y/N. I'm so sorry for your loss." Connor says softly. You just nod weakly and turn your head away from him. Connor leaves not long after and you sob. Just this morning you were skipping to work, delighted about the news of your unborn baby. You did a stupid thing by going to work today. You put your weak hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

Drained you once again slip into unconsciousness.

"Hey Y/N take it easy..." Jay. He's helping you sit up on the bed a little. His eyes are red rimmed from crying and he looks like he didn't sleep for weeks. He's still in his grey shirt, it's covered in your blood. He didn't change because he never left your side. "God I was so worried."

You hold his hands in your lap and bring them to your lips. You press a small delicate kiss on both of his knuckles. "I'm so sorry baby."

You shake your head, "This isn't your fault Jay."

"Yes it is. I was supposed to protect you. I let you down. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that?" Tears gather around his eyes once more.

"Jay..." You try to pick your next words carefully. "Can you give me my bag?"

He turns his head and stands up. Your bag sits on one of the chairs in the corner. He grabs it and sits back next to you. "Open it. It's in one of the pockets."

The best way to tell him about it is to show him. You stop breathing as you watch him pull out the ultrasound from this morning. The shock on his face is enough for you to break down is cries. "I'm so sorry."

He holds your hand in his as he looks at it. At first, a smile broke out on his face but then it was replaced by devastation. He realized you lost your baby because of today. That fact that your baby died from stab wounds broke his heart. You almost died from those stab wounds.

His silence killed you. You wanted him to yell at you. Anything. Just not silence.

Jay Halstead is a strong man. But when it comes to you all of his guards come down and he shows you his heart. He was hurting now. He lost his child but he was in no way angry at you.

The two of you cried together. You mourned the loss of your unborn child.

You blamed yourself and he kept reassuring you. He didn't have the heart to tell you that turns out, there's a lot more to the abandoned building noise complaint and to the man who he shot dead. And he was going to find them all.

"You are always the 1st priority to me." He cupped your face and kissed the free spirited tears away. "We're going to get through this. I love you Y/N Y/LN."

He loved you more than the world. You smiled weekly and kissed him. You poured all your emotion into the kiss. You were scared and sad but you will get through this. With Jay by your side and one day, you will have a family.

[anaise]

Fearing What You Loved

Photo source: https://www.thesparkng.com/hub/the-a-r-t-in-nature/

Fearing What you Loved

(Human Interest Article)

There was a man near our house, he's our neighbor. His appearance and stature long passed its youthfulness, grey hair, wrinkled face, and poor posture. He's a good man, in fact our family is close with him, his daughter who's a lot older than me, we have talked before and had some conversations here and there. I know him but I don't know him personally and neither had I ever talked to him before. One day I happened to see him painting on a canvas outside their house, I just came from school that day. You see I love art works, particularly paintings, that's why when I saw him painting I was curious, I tried to look at what he is painting but to no avail I can't see it. Since he's facing the plants I guessed that it's the plants he's painting.

The next day came and I saw him painting once again, since I can't see whatever that he's painting I just then look at the painting materials on the ground. There were brushes and tubes of paint all together in a box, and because I'm an art enthusiast myself I noticed some very expensive paint tubes and paint brushes in that box, they don't look used but they don't look new as well. I try not to stay for too long or I may get caught so I decided that I'll just to talk to his daughter when I get a chance then maybe I can ask her some questions myself because I was getting more curious.

Sunday came and I happened to see her (our neighbor's daughter) outside their house watering plants. We're not quite close but we are well acquainted to each other so I started off by saying hello and sharing that I love paintings and is very interested in them, I then asked if her father happened to be an artist because I saw him painting while I was on my way home a few days ago. Right after I said that she looked at me like she did not just heard what I said, and maybe that's the case because she asked me to repeat what I said one more time. I repeated what I said and her eyes suddenly reflected a pool of emotions. I immediately asked if she's okay and she waves of my concern and told me that she's fine. She then said that yes her father used to be an artist, and it's been so long since her father last hold a brush or anything that's related to art. We talked for a while (for about 3 hours) then she decided to say good bye because she still needs to do something else.

After talking to her I learned that her father used to work as an artist who does commissions and requests back on the earlier days. Even though self portraits and art commissions are getting less popular because of cameras and photography by that time, her father's income can still sustain their family needs, as their family expands and with needs gradually getting higher his father decided to exclusively work under a person who promised to sell her father's work at a higher price and find the best potential buyers for him. The promised amount of pay his father will get will sufficiently support their family. On the first few months of her father's work they are getting by with their everyday expenses.

Her father never minds to over work and to paint, even if he's exhausted and tiredness is evident in his face. Whenever she would ask him to rest or took a day off, her father would just say that he doesn't need it and there will be no difference because weather it's work or pass time, he'll be painting still. With that kind of assertiveness from her father they never really tried to reason with him anymore or make him stop painting, instead they only asked him to rest if he can because they are concerned with his health. With his love and passion for his work they never once expected that there will be a day where her father will hate painting and anything that is related to art. None of them know what to do when their father came home one night and burned all of his paintings and sketches. From then on they never really new what had happened, he just started getting angry or show indifference towards something that is related to painting and art. Some other times his whole body would be shaking as if its afraid of these things. They were younger back then and cannot do anything but to help their parents, and that includes avoiding anything that involves their father's love for art. By the time they started earning their own money she immediately scheduled an appointment for her father to know the reason of his sudden indifference and hate for something that he loves so much. The doctor then diagnosed her father experiencing Post-traumatic disorder, it was said that her father for sure had a very traumatic experience and that he's being reminded of these traumatic experiences every time he see anything that is related to art.

After hearing that story I realized why she was so thankful and grateful that I approached her because as she said, she never once saw her father touch his art supplies, she wouldn't want to force him either but she needs at least an assurance that he's healing and giving himself a chance to recover once again. Her father's story made me think and ponder, it was so sad and it's something that we most likely did not expect to happen. I felt lucky seeing someone doing the things that they had feared in such a long time. It made me feel relieved to know that in the near future all scars of his past will be healed and he will find the joy painting once gave him before.

[junipersgarden]

metanoia 4. | Hijack

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: After the intense and insane day of Venice flooding again from that gigantic water monster, Y/N and Peter want things to go back to normal but Nick Fury has other plans...

WORD COUNT: 3528 words

WARNINGS: A singular swear word from Nick Fury 

a/n: hello everyone!! here is the next part of my series ‘metanoia’ and i hope you enjoy!!

[NOT MY GIF]

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Inside Room 11 of Hotel de Matteis

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from: F/N ✌️

HYDRO WHAT NOW?!  

                                                                                                                          from: you

Hydro-Man. apparently he's a sailor who suddenly

got water powers from an experiment or smth.

from: F/N ✌️

science. always the cause.

just y/n/n, are you okay?

we saw it all on the news and that 'thing' and what it did...

from you:

i'm okay and safe. everyone is and thankfully,

not one got hurt.

are you alright?

from: F/N ✌️

it was just, a massive scare.

after the whole 'blip' and everything and now this?

we literally can't have a break! and there's no one to protect us!

from: you

yeah ik. everything's just been chaotic.

im certain things will change tho and will get better.

plus, we have each other and pretty sure Spidey and Saviour as well.

from: F/N ✌️

guess we do... thanks y/n/n

anyways, i suggest you call your mum back or text her.

she was in hysterics and was screaming at Harrington thru the phone.

was pretty funny ngl, well without the situation.

from: you

will do.

i gtg now sorry; Harrington wants us up and early.

ill get to mum in a bit and will tell you more i promise.

gn nub!

from: F/N ✌️

you better... > : )

gn geek! : P

Slumping against the door, you sink to the ground and drop your phone lazily into your lap. The moonlight shines into your face from your open window, the night's cool breeze drifts and ruffle the worn down curtains.

I just want a break.

Your mind wonders and races with flashbacks of today's events; the screaming and collapsing buildings, water rapidly running and wrecking the streets of Venice and Venetian's homes and everyone; it's only the first day of the Europe Trip and it's already a mess... typical luck.

A vibration from your lap surprises you as you jolt upward lightly. The screen illuminates with its bright light directly into your eyes with the message notification: 1 New Message.

from: UNKNOWN

We need your assistance Saviour.

Meet at these coordinates and go alone.

You have 10 minutes to arrive and no later.

Tell no one.

Examining the order of numbers, you pin point the exact location and clicked off your phone; the location was underneath a bridge for whatever reason and is only a 5 minute flight with the suit.

"Hey ARIS?"

"Good evening Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this evening?"  Your AI responds, blinking a tiny blue light from your bracelet.

"Nothing at the moment yet. How's your status?"

"My circuits have successfully mended and the suit and myself are in full operation. I apologise for the inconvenience earlier."

"Wasn't your fault ARIS. Anyways, apparently I have a few missed calls?"

"Indeed you do. I apologise for not alerting you; I was in Power Nap Protocol as requested. You have approximately 20 missed calls from Mum, 10 missed calls from Dad, 25 missed calls from Y/F/N and 5 from Pepper Potts."

"A-any voicemails?" Your voice quivers with a hint of fear.

"Every missed call contains a voicemail except the 5 calls from Pepper Potts. Shall I send anything to the following?"

"No thank you ARIS. I'll call Mum and Dad myself." You finish and switch ARIS off.

Grabbing your phone, you unlock it and stare again at the anonymous message and groan.

from: you

i'll be there in 20.

They can wait. First, I need to call Mum and Dad and then-

"That canal water today was filthy and full of dangerous bacteria." Mr. Dell's voice abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

Then a shower and THEN I go to the bridge or whatever it is.

Standing up onto your feet, you lean against the door and go into contacts and as your finger hovers over 'Mum ❤️', a slight sense of pain hits you as you stare intensely at the name 'Pepper Potts'.

Shrugging the feeling off, you press onto the contact name and place the ringing phone to your ear, bracing for her yells and screams of relief and anger.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The sound of water rippling against the boat's motor is the only thing Peter can seem to hear; after wishing Y/N a goodnight, Ned had started bombarding Peter with questions about the 'Water Monster' and what he as Spider-Man was going to do.

Sure Peter still had an anxious and itching feeling about the monster but all he wanted to do was rehearse his speech of his declaration of love to Y/N and score the entire day with her in Paris.

But of course that was all ruined when Ned was shot by Nick Fury with a tranquilizer and told him about more bad guys possibly lurking around. What a great way to start a 'Spider-Man free vacation'.

With his suit on, Peter stood next to Fury and gripped onto its side; in front of him and Fury was an array of monitors which appeared to be measuring amounts of frequencies within the area.

"Stark left these for you." Fury perks up and nudges a box at Peter's direction.

Carefully and with caution, Peter takes the small, rectangular box into his hands and observes it; the outside had speckles of its beige brown paint chipped away from age. Peter gently lifted the lid and in front of him was none other than Tony Stark's famed glasses with his Stark Industries card placed beneath.

Peter stared at the glasses and felt a tinge of ache of grief but in it, a feeling of content rushed over it; Peter had Tony's glasses. Peter Parker was given the possession to multibillionare, genius, literal saviour of the Universe, the Iron Man and Tony Stark's iconic and ever expensive and high end tech glasses.

Brushing over the box lightly, Peter smiled sadly at them, remembering to all the times he had seen Tony wearing them; from on the news, front pages of magazines, wearing them when he was around and now, they no longer had that owner anymore; they didn't have Tony and neither did Peter. And neither did the world or Y/N.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Fury quotes and turns to Peter and even though Peter's mask was shielding his face, the raised creases of his frowned face of confusion were evidently clear as he snapped from his trance. "Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference." A dry laugh escapes Fury's lips as he turns back away from Peter and concentrates on the boat.

"Kid if you peep one more Star Wars reference today I'm going to take your suit."

"But it's May 4th Mr Stark!"

"I do not care; right now you're in my house and there will be no Star Wars references."

Peter huffed out in irritation as he continued to focus on readjusting his webshooters on his suit.

Tony let out a chuckle at Peter's demeanor and how this kid basically came dressed as Han Solo just for this one day of the year; the commitment was real and even though Tony would never tell anyone, he loved seeing Peter passionate about the things he loves.

Working in the lab was one of Peter's favourite past times; spending quality time with Tony, tinkering with his suit and just talking was something Peter loved about the Tower; it was his second home to him.

A knock from the door caused Tony and Peter to look up.

"Ms. L/N requests to enter." FRIDAY notifies.

"Grant access." Tony permits.

The doors of the lab open to Y/N holding steaming bowls of something that smelt amazing which wafted in.

"Brought you geeks some sustenance before I head home." Y/N waltzed in and placed the two bowls next to the both of them. Y/N saw something was different about Peter; not his hair or general appearance just his clothing but the closer Y/N looked at the details in his outfit, a name popped into her head.

"Peter are you Hans Solo?"

Tony bursted into laughter as Peter hid his face to hide his red cheeks. "F-For May 4th?"

"Guess that makes me Leia?"  Y/N poked her space buns in her hair. "I wanted to wear space buns to get my hair out my face and didn't even check the date, coincidences man." Y/N giggled at the convenience.

"But Tony in all honesty, don't you think Fury looks a bit like that guy from Star Wars... what's his name-"

"Mace Windu?"

"YEAH HIM PETER!"

"...I don't remember what he looks like... FRIDAY, can you get a photo of Mace Windu?"

Observing the photo displayed in front of him, Tony wiped the hologram away and looked as if he was in deep thought.

"...Well yeah he does-"

"Incoming call: Nick Fury." FRIDAY chimed and that was when the 3 of them lost it.

God I miss him and Y/N...

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"Lose the mask, everyone here has seen you without it. You don't wanna be fanning around and breathing through a spandex mask for no good reason."

Trailing behind Nick Fury, stops for a brief second and takes his mask off and as he alters his senses to his surroundings, Peter is met with sight of SHIELD agents, alongside with their small set up with crates all around the joint with weapons and technology lying around as it were nothing.

By hearing Fury's footsteps echoing through the underground base, the SHIELD agents turn to face him and Peter with stoic and intimidating faces.

"Over there we have Maria Hill." Fury points to a woman with light brown hair tied into a ponytail who was busy on a computer, looked up for a split second at Peter to acknowledge his existence before getting back to work.

"That, is Dmitri." Fury gestures to a man wearing a leather jacket, seated on top of a crate as he quietly loaded his rifle.

"And this, is Mr. Beck."

As Nick Fury stepped to the side, Peter abruptly slowed to a complete stop as he gazed at the familiar figure and outfit in front of him.

"Mysterio?"

"What?" The man questioned at what Peter said.

"Doesn't matter- it's just what my friends are calling you." Peter stuttered.

"Well," As 'Mysterio' began to approach Peter, 'Mysterio' extended his hand to Peter, indicating to shake his hand.

Peter got the message as he started walking and the two met and shook the other's hand.

"You can call me Quentin." Quentin revealed his name as the two greeted one another.

"You handled yourself well out there today," Quentin implied to the earlier events of the day, "I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world." Quentin shrugged away from Peter.

"T-thanks... wait I'm sorry- your world?"

"He's from Earth, just not from ours." A voice answers from behind him.

Following the voice, Peter jumps by being startled and whips his head around quickly; walking from the entrance and to everyone else is none other than-

"You're late Saviour." Fury visibly annoyed and unimpressed exhales out.

"As my good friend Albert said, time is relative my friend." Saviour sasses back and skips straight past Fury's daggering eyes.

"S-Saviour?! W-what are you doing h-here? Oh god, now you know what I look like-"

"I've known for a while Parker and besides, you're not the only superhero SHIELD wants their hands on; Fury contacted me a while back after... Tony. And don't worry, New York is under control without me there." Saviour teases and strolls next to Beck, leans against the desk with arms crossed.

"There a multiple realities Peter; this is Earth Dimension- 616 and I'm from Earth Dimension- 833." Quentin further evaluates.

"I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse?" Peter jogs up to Beck and Saviour, full of awe and amazement from his discovery. "Because I just thought that was theoretical and that changes everything and how we understand the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum because it's insane-" Peter's rambling falters as he sees Nick, Maria and Dmitri looking at him funny.

"S-sorry, it's just really cool-"

"Don't ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room." Quentin encourages and sends a soft smile to Peter.

"Anyway Beck, wanna fill in Spidey and myself about whatever the hell that was today?"  Saviour perks up.

A diagram of a black hole suddenly emerged as everyone gathered around.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes, these creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth."

As Quentin talked, the hologram changed alongside with what he was explaining, showing images of the creatures and their general appearance.

"The Science division had a- technical name, we just called them, Elementals."

"Versions of them exist throughout our mythologies." Maria Hill speaks up as the Elemental hologram changes into their mythology forms.

"Turns out the myths are real-"

"Like Thor," Peter interrupts Quentin as he pays close attention to the presentation, "Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class."

"These myths, are threats." Fury clarifies as he walks away from the scene as once more it changes into an image of Earth.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them but with each battle they grew and got stronger. I was apart of the last battalion that tried to stop them. All we did was prevent the inevitable."

"And now they're here and attacking the same coordinates; our satellites confirm it." Maria adds.

"You both can thank Beck for destroying the other 3; there's only 1 left: Fire."

"The strongest one of all... the one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family." Quentin mutters as the apparition of Earth is now scorned and tarnished in red. The red light reflects Quentin's face full of guilt and remorse, twiddling around his wedding ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Peter murmurs.

"So where's this fire Elemental? Do we even know where it likely is?" Saviour bluntly asks.

"It'll be in Prague in approximately 48 hours." Maria responds.

"We have one mission: kill it and the both of you are coming with us." Fury demands.

Peter's face falls as he faces Maria in disbelief and asks a second time if she said Prague.

Saviour's posture lifts as the struggle and anxiety surfaces Peter as the colour from his face vanishes.

"Listen Fury this all seems like big time, like huge superhero kinda stuff and... and I mean, I'm just a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man sir."

"Bitch please, you've been to space!"

"I know but that was by accident, sir come on, I've seen Saviour in action many times and I'll admit is probably better than me for this but there's gotta be someone else you can use." Peter protests and moves closer to Fury, "What about Thor?"

"Off world."

"Okay um, Doctor Strange."

"Unavailable." Maria pipes in.

"Captain Marvel!"

"Don't invoke her name." Fury shakes his head slightly.

"I really wanna help I do but if my Aunt finds out I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me and if I'm seen like this in Europe after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then the whole world will figure out who I am... and then I'm done."

"Fury if it helps," Saviour steps up and walks next to Peter, "I'm pretty sure I can manage without Parker swinging by my side."

"Okay." Fury blankly answers, scaring Peter and Saviour a tiny bit from the lack of expression, "I understand."

Taken back by his approval, Peter and Saviour share a look with one another before going back to Fury.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter with doubt inquires.

"Why don't you get back before your teacher's miss you and it becomes suspicious. Dmitri, why don't you take him back to the hotel."

"Thank you Mr. Fury and thank you Saviour." Peter sends a soft smile to Saviour and places a hand on the suits left hand shoulder. "I believe in you and good luck." Peter whispers only to Saviour before wishing everyone else out loud good luck.

"See ya kid." Quentin farewells Peter and watches him and Dmitri exit out.

"You really let him go Fury? No strings attached?" Saviour scoffs in astonishment by Peter's success to get himself out of SHIELD business.

Fury stands up and moves to Saviour with a stern look on his face.

"Of course not."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Groaning from your exhaustion, you roll over and press on your phone's screen multiple times in attempt to hit the snooze button.

Last night had been a rollercoaster: Peter and Mysterio are working with SHIELD with you, Fury made you stay back extra late to run through diagnostics which gave you around 4 hours sleep tops and the jetlag wasn't helping your situation at all.

Sitting up in bed, you try to stretch out your tiredness and peer to see MJ reading a book in one hand and a mug within the other, sitting on her bed with her black converses draped to the side.

Greeting MJ a 'good morning', you lift yourself up from the safety and warmth of the bed covers and slipped into the bathroom and changed for the day: rocking a pair of navy blue jeans and grey t-shirt for a casual but yet stylish look and throwing a little something over the top.

MJ mentioned there was breakfast downstairs (breakfast being cereal), you quickly did your hair and retreated down to grab a bite and sat next to Yasmin and Zoha and afterwards, heading upstairs to brush teeth and pack.

You and MJ both gave each other a hand carrying luggage down and delivering it outside.

"Oh I forgot my backpack I'll be back." You call behind as you jog back up to your room.

Rushing quickly into the room, you sweep up your backpack and stuff your phone charger inside and as you whirl around, you collide into something and hear a bang.

"I- Peter?"

"H-Hey Y/N! Sorry I was hanging up a call with Aunt May and I-"

"Pete it's fine you dork." You can't help but giggle at how flustered he is.

Peter's cheeks glow faintly pink as he shyly smiles.

"I got yelled at by my Mum and Dad for not answering the phone and I'm 98% sure I'm grounded when I get back home."

"Oh that's not good..."

"Guess not but eh, stuff happens. How are you though Peter? Feels like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Y-Yeah... I'm good. You?"

"Yeah guess I'm alright. I'm really excited for Paris today though."

"Favourite destination?"

"Hell yeah! It's gonna be great but we gotta haul our stuff or Harrington will lose his mind." You joke.

"Oh yeah! That's why I was heading down." Peter swings his suitcase in front of him with a sly beam.

Too cute.

You and Peter talked for a far while before actually going back down the stairs and outside to everyone else.

"I'm going to get you a Vitamin C pill, you cannot get sick okay babe?" You hear Betty's distant voice as you and Peter round the door.

As you're about to walk out the door, Peter tugs your sleeve before you hit the outside and perplexed as you are, you pivot to look at him, giving him your attention.

"Before we go, I was just wondering if you wanted to um, sit next to me on whatever we're transporting on?" Peter fumbles and averts his eyes to the ground.

"Of course! I'll save you a seat Pete." You playfully punch his arm.

Peter rubs the back of his neck and lets out a laugh of relief.

You both walk out and see Betty frantically trying to receive a Vitamin C pill.

"I better go help her before she explodes." You suggest and inform Peter.

"Y-Yeah. See you later?"

"See you later!" You wave and leave Peter and Ned alone.

Peter watches Y/N tap Betty on the shoulder as Betty freaks out over the situation and remembers of why Ned is feeling 'sick'.

"Hey man, are you sure you're good?"

"Dude! I'm fine! Okay don't worry! Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing to happen to me anyway."

"It is pretty cool." Peter admits as the both perform their handshake. "I'm just glad we don't have to go to Prague-"

"Good news: we're going to Prague!" Mr. Harrington announces with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Everyone buzzes around 'whats' and 'huhs' as everyone glances around.

"Tour company called and upgraded us. Should've heard I gave them hell now come on!" Harrington begins to march as everyone scrambles for their belongings.

"Check out our upgraded ride!" Harrington chirps as the class sees a black bus with a man holding a sign saying 'Midtown High'.

Peter immediately recognizes the guy to be Dmitri from last night and gulps down his irateness.

"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

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[mostly-mundane-atla]

Happily, @basilgarden !

First, though, I'd like to establish some things.

Sex work doesn't make anyone "dirty" or "used up" and being a sex worker doesn't mean one is a "slut" or that they have no standards. (I could go on and on about how the stigma comes from a specific intersection of misogyny and classism, but that's a different topic, for perhaps another blog.) All it means is that the worker needed money then and there. Maybe it was to make rent on time, or to feed their kids, or maybe they have people breathing down their neck about a debt they need to pay back. It could be anything and it's not anyone's place to judge it as a good reason or a bad reason.

What makes the idea of Jin as a sex worker so interesting to me is that it makes sense in a socio-economic context. Sex work always booms in times and places with massive economic inequality, which Ba Sing Se has in spades. Wartime, whether or not the country or city state is involved, tends to create shortages, driving up prices and making some necessary items not realistically available. This leads to more people taking on sex work to suppliment their income.

The other thing I like about the concept of Jin as a sex worker is that sex workers never really get to be just regular human people? There are exceptions to this, of course (Nancy from Oliver Twist, Jenny from The Threepenny Opera, and the Harlots series just like in general come to mind), but sex workers are more likely to be used as sexy props or background characters that the audience can dump all their pity or disgust onto. On the occasion that we do get a fully developed sympathetic character who ends up doing sex work, it's usual portrayed as a heavy moral or social transgression. She (as this character is almost always a woman) is depicted as devolving from a human being to a sex worker. (Examples listed above are also exceptions to this.) It certainly showcases prejudices so many people have against sex work and workers, but it's not especially comforting or encouraging to those who consider it just a facet of their reality. That's not the case with Jin. She's just living her life, and it's not subject to anyone else's approval.

And there's another nice thing about this normalcy; it means she feels safe. In an ideal world she wouldn't work so young, but she's able to go about the city without fear of assault or harassment from strangers due to her line of work. I'd like to think it's something she keeps quiet. Maybe she has a small clientele consisting of boys (and maybe girls) her own age, because teenage hormones seem to come out of nowhere and they don't give you a guide on how to deal with them. They like her because she's patient with them and doesn't mock their shyness and always asks, "Do you want this?" and doesn't proceed until they say yes. Knowing how these things tend to work, she probably has at least one older, more experienced worker looking out for her and keeping her as safe as they can.

As for Iroh hiring her, she seems to have already been frequenting their shop and starting to crush on Zuko. Iroh is a good man and finally starting to get some money, so why wouldn't he offer to pay a girl for following up on a request for something she already considered, making ammends to the citizens of Ba Sing Se one person at a time? I'm not entirely convinced that Jin would take the money. Maybe if it was close to what she would normally charge, but if it was something more extravagant as Iroh seems more inclined to, she probably wouldn't feel comfortable taking it. If anything I'd think she'd take being offered payment as permission to ask Zuko on a date.

I don't think she would have asked Zuko without any sort of go-ahead to suggest it was something Zuko himself might want. If she goes to the tea shop because he works there and she wants to ask him out, she is the customer in that situation and he is the service worker. It would put him in an awkward situation where, as far as he knows, turning her down could offend her, leading to her no longer patronizing the shop which would make his boss angry with him for losing them a regular customer. We don't know what kind of workers' rights or lack thereof exist in Ba Sing Se, and I doubt Zuko, an obvious newcomer, would know either. Jin seems a decent enough person that she wouldn't want to put her crush in such a position, so regardless of who approached whom, I'm sure Iroh gave her the idea that Zuko would like to go on a date with her.

And before I wrap this up, I just want to say that as much as I love this concept, Jin isn't the first one I'd guess was a sex worker. Of the entire cast of Avatar characters, if someone told me one of them was involved in sex work and asked me to guess which one it was most likely to be, my money would be on Jet. I'll elaborate further if anyone's interested, but this post is already too long.

(Edit: I have written a separate post about Jet, right here in case you'd like to read it.)

[hardforbenhardy]

somebody to love | rogerxreader

summary: roger fucking taylor. the boy in your biology class. the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. the boy who doesn’t know you exist. has recognised your existence. 

warnings: swearing, drinking, references to sex and stripping

word count: 4.0k

the first chapter of my upcoming fanfic! i’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s still not finished so i’m not sure how often i’ll update, but i’m planning on having a taglist for it so if people do like it, they can be alerted of when it comes out (if you want to be added, just pm me or send in a request!) i’m immensely proud of it and i think it’s some of my best writing - a lot of research went into it so i’m happy with the outcome so far and i hope you will be too. enjoy!! :)

There truly was no worse day than a Saturday.

I know, I know - but Saturday's are the best! There's no school, no work, you can sit around and chill all day, or go out clubbing with all your friends; maybe even pull a dude or two...

That may be the case for every single other person in the world, disincluding you. You see, your life is a little different to the usual person. Most people do spend their weekends sitting around, or going out with their friends, pulling girls and guys every night. You, on the other hand, spend it studying and working. You can safely say that taking a BSc in Biology at North East London Polytechnic was maybe the biggest mistake of your life yet. Don't get yourself wrong, you am good at it. In fact, you’re top of my class - you just struggle to balance all the studying with your job and family life.

Hence why you are sat at your dinner table, surrounded by a sea of glossy biology textbooks which contain much more information than your brain is willing to retain at this point. The words had began twisting in your eyes, no longer forming sentences but rather just squiggles on a page. Your pretty sure you have read the same page 3 times in the past hour, all information going through one ear and straight out the other. What the fuck was a bacteriophage? Or what about it being icosahedral or filamentous? And what was the difference between the lytic stage and the lysogenic stage? At this point, those weren't even words. Okay, so maybe you have been sitting here since 11 this morning, it now being 7 in the evening, but this was your standard Saturday. Having work every weekday in the evenings - 7:30pm until 3:00am - with your classes then starting as early as 9:00 on certain days, you didn't exactly have enough time to study on weekdays. Sleep was practically nonexistent for you by now, you were lucky to even get in 4 hours a night. Unfortunately for you, work also existed on Saturdays. You are probably thinking why don't you study on Sundays? Well, because Sundays were family days - you’d have to travel 3 hours to see your Ma and Pa, who would tell you how proud they were of you, doing a BSc in a subject that would get you far, and having a solid job that brought income for the whole family. Granted, they had absolutely no idea what your job actually was - and it isn't something they will ever know - but you don't really have a choice. You need to pay for your accommodation somehow, and contribute to the families bills after your father got fired from his job and went into severe debt. Therefore, it was a job you resorted to. In fact, you have work in 30 minutes, and here you are - trying to cram in a chapter's worth of course content for a test you had on Monday, surviving on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

You felt your arms begin to weaken under the weight of your head as you placed it into your palms, your eyes beginning to flutter shut as you gradually dozed off, the lack of sleep taking it's revenge. It wasn't until the loud, boisterous voice of your roommate interrupted the silence.

"Y/N, darling, have you seen my- Oh, love, what on earth is this disaster?" He cringed, sitting opposite you on the table, as you frantically sifted through the mound of worksheets for one in particular. "Look, darling, you need to sort this out. You look like you've been dragged through the bushes and back - you have work in 26 minutes and you are not even dressed!"

"Wow, thanks Freddie. Look, I don't really have a choice - if I don't have this topic nailed, I may just fail my exam, and then what? My life rides on this Fred, and I'm completely and utterly fucked if I fail." you wearily ranted, a yawn escaping your lips, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Fred, as he placed a fresh mug of coffee in front of you - unbeknownst it was your fourth one tonight.

"Y/N, don't be so dramatic - there is only room in this flat for one hysterical queen, and I'm afraid I took that role many years ago. There is absolutely no way that you, Y/N M/N L/N, could ever fail a biology exam - you are the top of your class, and as much as you deny it, you know this content like the back of your hand. Look, I'll prove it - what is a bacteriophage, and what are the three possible shapes?"

"It's a virus which can infect and kill bacteria - the capsid of a bacteriophage can be icosahedral, filamentous, or head-tail in shape." The words simply rolled off your tongue, as you kept my focus on the textbook in front of you.

"Told you so, bet you were questioning in your head just 5 minutes ago what the fuck a bacteriophage is, and all that other shit you just said. I know you like the back of my hand, darling - you underestimate yourself far too much. Now put the fucking books away and get ready for work!" He nagged, taking a long sip of the glass of champagne he had acquired out of nowhere - typical Freddie. You didn't even respond, just simply rolled your eyes before rising to your feet to head upstairs. Freddie knew how much you hated your job, it was not exactly one praised by society. You’re what people would call an exotic dancer - or more commonly known as a stripper. It wasn't an occupation you asked for, it was rather one that was simply opened at a rather opportune moment for you. You can safely say yoinwill be taking the chance to quit as soon as you get your degree and can move on, but you’re stuck with it for the time being. You hate it on multiple levels - the feeling of having multiple older men's gaze set on your body, as if you were some kind of object, their minds wandering to all the things they could do to you if given the chance - it wasn't exactly a nice feeling. It is truly disgusting the amount of times you have been called a whore, slut, slag, floozie, tart, or prostitute - the list is ultimately endless at this point. What is even funnier is that it tends to be these same people who then turn up to your showings later on in the evening, indulging in your performance like every other male in the club. To make it worse, people often tell you you’re lucky to have guy's attention all the time - as if you should be proud of the fact that you have a body and face admirable by men. You always thought that was complete and utter bullshit - why the fuck should a guys validation make youbody and face suddenly attractive? Thankfully, most of the men who came to the club tended to be a little older than yourself - meaning there was never any guys from the university, or even better your class, who would come by. The only person who actually knows your truth is Freddie - who even though he did disapprove of it, would always try to cheer you up and make you feel more confident about it. You see, Freddie is extremely overprotective of you, he treats you like his little sister - he always wants you out of harm's way, always makes sure you were eating and getting at least 5 hours of sleep each night, always lends you money in your most desperate times of need, and opened his home to you the night you met him. It's funny actually - you remember that night so extremely vividly. He had come along to one of your performances, and ended up bumping into you backstage - you engaged in a conversation which lasted nearly the whole night, and before you knew it, it was 2am. He asked to walk you home, to which you simply had to reply with the fact you didn't have one and you were just planning on crashing on the couch in your dressing room. Of course, Freddie being Freddie invited you back to stay with him - any other person would be immediately cautious of the request, but at this point you had nothing to lose. And here you are, a month later and you were now living with him. He was basically the best roommate you could ask for.

The club is like a second home, or house - you wouldn't consider it very homely. Although the case was rare, if there was ever a point you couldn't stay at Freddie's, they allow you to sleep on the couch in the dressing room. Thankfully, your colleagues and the manager are all extremely nice people, it is more the visitors who get on your nerves and made you sick to the stomach. Basically a majority of the other girls you work with are in the same position than you; they are either college students just trying to pay off debt, or teenage mothers whose boyfriends left them after finding out they were pregnant who were trying to finance their child - everyone had their own individual story but in a way, you were all similar. Like you said, it is a second home to you, so when you stepped inside for the 6th time this week, it felt no different. The strong smell of booze and drugs no longer hit you like a brick, but rather became a second nature to your brain. The booming music, blaring at top volume from speakers which were scattered in nearly every crevice of the room, had become the norm for your eardrums - which realistically is bad for your health, but you didn’t think that's the thing that'll kill you at this point. The masses of men crowded around tables no longer made your stomach churn, now it just became the same old same old. You weren’t actually on stage until 8:00 tonight, so you don't know why they had you in half an hour early - you had already finished your makeup and got dressed. You leant against the bar, downing the first of what would be many complimentary drinks you would receive over the night - as much as you hated the job, it did have it's benefits. Free booze was probably the best thing to come out of it, when men would buy you drinks in hopes of getting you in their bed - all of them being nearly twice your age, they were never successful, but it was fun to watch 'em try. They would often strike up a conversation with you, the topic of which was always him, meaning you’d stand there responding with simple nods and the occasional burst of laughter - your mind in a completely different world of its own, usually a world of worry and anxiety of failing your exams.

"So, where is it you work? I could definitely see you working in an office or as a lawyer, I can imagine you would look very professional in a pantsuit, or even on the front cover of Vogue, you certainly have the body" The man, who had now situated himself beside you, practically purred. Was he seriously asking where you worked? What an imbecile. The whole ordeal is making you sick to your stomach, earning an eye roll in an instant - though you thought you’d play along to see where exactly he was going to go with this.

"Well, you wouldn't be interested in my life..." you laughed lightly, slowly and seductively inching closer to him. "But... I'm interested in yours. Tell me, where is it you're from, I love your accent."

"Oh, well I'm sure that isn't true, but I was actually born and bred in Italy - I moved here a few years ago, but thankfully I never lost the accent; it's a great tool for getting the girls in bed - especially the incredibly tempting ones such as yourself." He purred down your ear, you felt his breath on your neck and yourblood suddenly ran cold, as he placed his hand against the curve of your spine. Tempting?

You laughed under your breath in utter disbelief, your blood began to boil - how can someone be so small minded and narcissistic, yet spend their weeks in a strip club. "So you think I'm tempting?"

"Obviously, I mean you're super sexy and you really turn me on." He winked, and you stared at him incredulously.

"Well, you wanna know what I find incredibly tempting about you?" - he didn't speak, just simply nodded as he took a large gulp, as if he was intimidated by you. You moved closer, so that your hand was now placed against his inner thigh, and raised to your tiptoes - "There's just a deep pit burning in me, it's almost irresistible - just the thought of it is alone is so extremely enticing. I just have this immense desire to..." you whisper seductively in his ear, right as you ram your knee between his legs, making him cry out in a yell of pain and fall to his knees. " Do that." you grinned, before grasping the drink from the counter and gradually pouring it onto his head, the alcohol seeping through the thin material of his shirt, surely leaving him in a satisfying discomfort for the rest of the night, as if the hit to the balls wasn't enough. "And that"

"What the fuck? You fucking bitch!" He screamed, his voice going higher than you ever thought a man's voice could go, probably a side effect of his now undoubtedly swollen and painful misters.

You didn't respond, simply sashaying away as you raised my middle finger in his direction. You must say, after months of working in this club, you have practically become immune to the disease you like to call men. They just don't turn you on anymore. Don't get yourself wrong, not all men are like that - for example, Freddie is undoubtedly one of the sweetest human beings to walk this earth - but it seems like the men you’re surrounded by are basically parasites. Probably just a side effect of working in the hornets' nest, all kinds of trouble was stirred up in this building, it pretty much became the second (less sexual) form of entertainment for the customers. And you guess it's just your luck, because now it's your calltime. Your favourite time of the night - not. You entered the door, sighing a little. Come on, Y/N, you got this girl, just a little while longer and you can be back in the comfort of your bed. You always have to give yourself a little pep talk as you walk towards the door of what was, in a way, the gateway into Hell. That's if hell was a strip bar full of cheap and sleazy, lest we forget to mention mostly married men. All staring at you like food on a silver platter. It is quite frankly, disgusting. The walkway this week had silky, white curtains that the dancers usually appear through; as if to give the 'illusion' of us being 'angels appearing through the veil of the heavens'. You called bullshit on that one, that's also partly the reason your outfit was made up of a satin white robe, covering your lacy white lingerie. They also recently decided that the dancers should dust themselves with gold glitter before going onstage - thinking it might make you seem a little more angelic. Of course it doesn't, but you couldn’t lie - you looked incredible; the insubstantial underwear hugs your body in all the right places, yet still leaving little to the imagination; and the shimmer of gold across your chest only accentuating it more as the bright lights radiates your skin; your long locks flowing down your back, swinging with every step you took as you saunter onto the stage. Sudden cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd, the oh so familiar sound permeating the room with energy and excitement. The noise only increased as you little by little slid the satin piece down your shoulders to reveal the straps of the two-piece underneath, letting it slide down your body completely and pool around your feet on the floor. Usually, you would feel comfortable on stage, the fact you were borderlining nudity wouldn't phase youbone bit; but something felt different tonight. You have the same audience, the same form of outfit, same routine - but something feels strange, out of place, and you can't quite decipher it. You brush it off, knowing it's probably just nerves, and continue with your set - swaying around the stage, showing off your assets from every angle; and that's where you saw him.

Hidden in the corner of the room, he sat in a dimly lit spot making him barely visible thanks to the broken light which had been smashed a few days ago in a drunken bar fight. Perching forward in a lounge chair, he continually lifted the lit cigarette that was resting between his middle and index fingers towards his rosy lips, taking long drags every few seconds. As his golden, scraggly-but-still-well-groomed locks were clinging to the sides of his face, you notice his steel blue gaze dancing over your body as he scans you up and down.

Roger Fucking Taylor.

The same Roger that was in your biology class. The same Roger that was constantly trying to one up you and be the top of the class (unsuccessful in his attempts of course). The same Roger that you had had a crush on since you the course. The same Roger that didn't even know you existed. He had never been partnered with you, never spoken to you, never even looked in your direction. When you first entered the course, you had heard all about Rogers, how do I put this nicely, reputation with the ladies - making youbinstantly cringe at the utter disrespect of some of the things he had apparently done with them. But after a few weeks, you couldn't help but be drawn to him - he has an undeniable charm that he probably doesn't even know he's using half of the time, he is incredibly intelligent, and it is indisputable that he is the human form of the Greek God, Adonis, himself. You hate yourself for feeling this way, you always attempt to push it down as you know it'll do you no good in the long run. Like I said, Roger is known for his wild adventures with the women; and you weren’t one to participate in the activities of said adventures. Having a job as a stripper, people expect me to be extremely confident and out there, a lively socialite who is the life of the party, always being the centre of attention. I am, in fact, the complete opposite. When I'm not at work, I'm exceedingly reserved and introverted - I have one friend, Freddie; I only ever contribute to class when asked a question, other than that I sat at the back taking my own notes; I spend any spare time I have at home watching tv or reading a book. Therefore, I know I have a 0.00001% chance of Roger even acknowledging my existence - which I am fine with. I accepted my defeat months ago. And now, he's sat here watching me dance around, practically naked.

After finishing my set, I pace off stage- praying to Jesus that Roger didn't recognise it was me. He barely even notices me in lessons - surely he doesn't know me. What if he does though? What if he goes around school telling all his friends that I'm a fucking stripper? I'd be well and truly fucked - and not in the good way. I have never left the club faster than I did tonight, throwing on my clothes and fleeing through the backstage exit. My head is pacing, as clouds of worry and thought occupy the space - how am I ever going to face Roger again? What if he tells people? What if he is disgusted by me? I can feel my hand shaking as I try to unlock the apartment door, in which I throw open and slam behind me.

"Home so early, darling?" I could hear Freddie's voice from the living room shouting through, before the loud pop of the champagne bottle in his hand - presumably his second tonight. I threw my bag to the side before storming into the room and slumping down next to Freddie on the couch, releasing a large sigh.

"Yeah, work wasn't great" I groaned, noticing Freddie gesturing for me to take the bottle in his hand, to which I took a big swig in response; making Freddie chuckle.

"When is your work ever great? What's wrong, love?" He raised from the couch to grab himself a glass, knowing I'm not giving up this wine bottle as easily as he hoped.

"As you know, a majority of the men we get at the club are at least twice my age. Well, you remember Roger Taylor right?" I mumbled, focusing my attention to Freddie's glass which he held out in front of me, pouring the liquid in slowly as to not spill it all over the both of us.

"From your class? The one you have an undeniable love for? Yeah, I know him. What did he do?"

"Well, he turned up. He was sat in the back of the room. What am I to do Fred? What if he tells people that my job is basically prostitution? My life will be ruined. Not only that, but now my crush has seen me borderline naked, and prancing around the stage like some kind of... well, stripper" I cringed at the thought, it sounded a little stupid. Surely, I'd want my crush to see how good looking I can be? Not one bit.

"Oh god, what on earth was he doing there? Sounds like you have a bit of blackmailing yourself - Roger Taylor in a strip club-"

"Is exactly where I'd expect to find him if I'm being honest Fred - you know what he's like. I'd be surprised if it wasn't a place he visited everyday" I chimed in, I'm not lying. He is exactly the type of cocky, arrogant little shit who would find bliss in a strip club.

"Look, everything will be fine - you have two options, darling. You can either avoid him for the rest of your life, hoping he doesn't share the secret and ultimately ruin your life forever. Or you can fucking own it, and strut into school tomorrow like you are the shit and give Roger a piece of your mind - it's up to you, but I'm rooting for the second" Fred explained, trying reason with the one person he would never be able to reason with. I am quite stubborn when I want to be, and now is one of those occasions. "Now get to sleep, if you are home this early you should take advantage of it. Oh, do you have the money for rent?"

"Shit. Fuck. Fred I'm so sorry - I left in such a rush that I forgot to pick it up. I'll pay you Monday? I'm so sorry" I frettered, eyes widening at the realisation I not only couldn't pay Freddie, but I also can't pay my parents when I go down tomorrow.

"Darling, it's fine - I'll give you this week free of charge. You deserve it with all your hard work!"

Mouthing a small 'thank you', I smiled and nodded before slumping upstairs to my bedroom. As I reached my bed, I noticed all my biology books, which were previously scattered across the living room table, all stacked in the order of importance for the exam on Monday. I grinned to myself at Freddie's attempt of helping me study, although I know he only did it because he hates when I leave my books around the apartment. I can barely sleep, my eyes are refusing to close and my mind wanders back to Roger with every attempt of rest. I can't help but agonise over the situation; knowing something was going to go wrong and my life was going to be ruined.