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For those of you on the poor side and or willing to make small sacrifices to save money here are some tips from someone who grew up in south Texas and was often without A/C in the summers.

1. For a more semi permanent solution on the windows. Use aluminum foil/ tinfoil. Tape it in and over the window in sheets. Block the whole thing. It will reflect the light out and help insulation of the house.

Remember that you (in most cases) will need natural light to see by unless you want to use electricity in the day, so don't cover all of them. Focus on the ones that get the most light, especially in the morning and evening.

2. If you can't afford curtains, hang blankets, towels, rugs, ect instead. "Oh it looks tacky" yeah, so does a red blotchy face streaming with sweat and an electric bill you can't afford.

If your sending or don't want holes in your walls/ blankets, use clothesline clips or the heavy duty bag clips. Heck, if you have a clothing hanger with those clips for pants you can use that or a rubber band/ hair tie to hold them up over the curtain rod.

If there is no rod and you can't install one, then I recommend the tinfoil trick at least.

3. Get ice packs or make your own, also good for injuries. A small term investment on a few ice packs you and your family/ friends/ roommates can switch though, is better than a expensive bill or trip to the hospital.

I usually don't make recommendations on specific products, but I personally use these and they are surprisingly good, even for the price.

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The ice in this isn't too cold and stays cool for a long time! If you can find it not on Amazon then good for you!

You can make a simple ice bag by filling a sock (or sewing a small bag) with uncooked rice and then freezing it. It won't last as long as a proper ice pack, but it'll feel nice for a while!

4. If inside is too stuffy and hot, sit outside, in the shade, in light clothing, and get yourself wet to cool down. With the right amount of breeze, this can actually go a long way in keeping you cool. You don't even have to go swimming or anything! Just sit out with a cold drink(preferably in an insulated cup), use a hose or bring out some water from the house to splash yourself with, then sit and try to relax.

Stay safe out there!

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

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Father's day gift

After years of failing to start a family you give up, just to be met with a big surprise. And how else would you tell Pedro than visiting him on set? Pairing: Pedro Pascal x wife!reader Warnings: fluff, established relationship, failed pregnancies, unplanned pregnancy, surprises, strong emotions, cuddles Word count: 1.3k

You were standing on the set of Fantastic Four, waiting for Pedro. Well, actually waiting to surprise him. He has been away for a few weeks now, and you two were living off of texts, calls and cute messages sent during the night. He was always so excited to tell you about his day, about what scene they had to film, and you always listened attentively, clinging onto every word that spilled through your phone’s speaker.

But nearly a week after he got on the flight that fled him to London, you found out about something—something that would change your lives forever.

You started to feel weaker and more tired each day, sometimes dizziness hit you out of nowhere, making you sit down for a while. At first you didn’t pay any attention to it, just thought it was the stress, maybe you pushed yourself too far with work and it caught up with you. But when you threw up for the fourth morning in a row, you knew it was not just the flu or a stomach bug. So, you went to the pharmacy, bought three pregnancy tests, and when that five minute that seemed like an eternity passed, and you looked down, your heart stopped.

Six lines. Clear. Visible.

That night you broke down in tears, because after years of trying it happened. After years of only one line on the tests it became reality. After you and Pedro gave up the hope and didn’t even try anymore, agreeing on another solution, you were there, with your baby growing inside you.

That night you couldn’t sleep, and that’s how you decided to tell him. You planned everything. You bought the ticket to London, talked to his manager about this little surprise of yours, and when he agreed you felt like you were walking on the clouds. But when you saw a little onesie in one of the windows as you were walking down the street, you knew that it was going to be the perfect gift.

So, here you were now, sitting in one of the tucked away corners and watching as Pedro nailed every line with perfect emotions and expressions. You were always fascinated by the way he got into his characters, giving the feelings and emotions through the TV screen. His agent sat next to you, and besides the words that was said in front of the cameras the whole set was silent.

“That’s a wrap for today, guys. You were amazing,” the yell of the director pulled you out of the train of your thoughts, and you looked up, watching as everyone started to pack away, talking, the actors getting out of their characters. You turned your head towards his agent, and he gave you an encouraging look.

That was all you needed.

You picked up the little box from the table, standing up and slowly walking towards Pedro, who was still showing his back to you while talking to Vanessa. She noticed you first and gave you a wide smile. Pedro must have noticed the change in her expression because he turned around and his eyes immediately fell on you. His mouth parted, eyes widened in surprise, his little grin appearing on his face. The next thing you knew he was standing in front of you, and you were in the air while he was spinning you around.

“Carino, what are you doing here?” he mumbled into your mouth as he gave you a deep kiss. “Not that I’m complaining just… Didn’t expect you,” he put you down, his arms coming around you and pulling you closer.

“Thought I surprise you,” you smiled at him, and gave a quick peck on his lips. “And also, there is something I brought for you,” you held up the little package in your hand, wrapped carefully in purple wrapping paper with a little bow on it.

“A present? For me?” he asked, completely taken aback by the sudden box between his hands.

“Yes.”

“But why?”

“You’ll see,” his gaze was full of curiosity, but it was also filled with suspicion. “Come on, open it!” you whispered excitedly, studying every micro expression on his face. His hand moved slowly, trying to find where the paper ended. When he was still searching for it after two minutes you let out a breathy chuckle. “Pedro, you can tear it, you know.”

“It’s just wrapped so nicely.”

“You’re so cute,” he laughed, and he finally teared the wrapping paper, but careful to not to destroy the little bow. He held the box in his hand and finally lifted the lid. He still couldn’t see anything because you made sure to cover the onesie and one of the tests. He looked up at you, unsure, but you just encouraged him to go on. So, he did. He lifted the paper, and when he saw what was inside, his expression faltered, the smile fading from his face and his posture went rigid. He didn’t say anything just stared.

Minutes rolled like this, and you started to doubt that this was a good idea. Maybe he didn’t want children after all. Maybe he changed his mind and wants to concentrate more on his work and projects. Maybe he thought you were just joking, and this was just a bad one. Maybe… Maybe… The possibilities started to flood your mind one by one, making it hard to breath. And then, it was gone. He pulled you into his arms, his hold tightening around you, his forehead pressed against yours.

“You’re… Are you really… Are you pregnant?” his voice was trembling as he spoke, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Yes. We’re going to be parents, Pedro,” you felt your cheeks get wet by your tears and he quickly reached up to wipe them away. His hand was shaking by the information his brain just processed.

“Jesus, carino,” his lips crashed into yours, and you could hear the cheers and claps erupting around you. But in that moment, it was only the three of you, completely ready to start a new chapter in your lives. You could feel his hand travel down to your still flat stomach, and you smiled into the kiss. He pulled back, looking down to the place where his hand was resting, and the words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Ya te amo más de lo que puedo explicar y te voy a cuidar siempre, lo prometo.”

“Hm, that was a lot. What did you say?” he looked into your eyes and told you the exact same words, this time in English.

“I already love you more than I can explain and I’ll always take care of you, I promise.”

“You’re already gone for them,” he picked up the onesie from the box and held it out in front of him.

“Wait until they’re born,” you laughed and leaned into his side while you both walked out of the set and into his trailer. Inside he put down the box, onesie still in hand and you could see the question building behind his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Can I… Would it be okay if I post picture of this?” he held up the little fabric, unsure if you would agree to his idea. You just gave him a nod, and he lit up like a little child on Christmas Day.

—-—

That night you were laying beside him on the little bed of his trailer, him insisting on keeping you close to him. He was already asleep, the day draining him completely, his hand laying flat across your stomach, and you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw his post and the comments below it. As you were reading them, your eyes grew heavy and you finally fell asleep with a little smile on your face.

This was just the beggining.

We are waiting for you, little Pascal 💖

@softpedroposts: He’s going to be the most loving dad in the world, I already know it.

@plssteponmepedro: A baby?? You’re reproducing?? Sir I’m gonna need a week to process this.

@pedrosbabyslay: congrats papa!!! manifesting health, happiness & soft baby curls 🍼

@womb4pascal: that could’ve been ME carrying your child I’m not ok

@marriedtohiminmyhead: YOU DESERVE THIS PEDRO 🧸

@letmeliveinurpocket: that onesie is smaller than my will to live

@fathermaterialconfirmed: the dilf arc has BEGUN

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain

↳ chapter 7

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Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: vomit, violence, mean words are said to our omega in this chapter(not by the pack), a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: remember my ask box is always open for questions about this story and as always, please enjoy this chapter :)

One of the harder parts of staying with the pack was times like this, during the day when members are out at work or living life. Of course, you were never alone, the omegas don’t have jobs though they do go out as they please, and the rest of the pack has purposely arranged their schedules so that at least one pack member above an omega is home with you guys at any given time. It’s a nice setup, you'll admit, but you feel useless. To be fair you never went out much when you lived with your old alpha but you were always cooking and cleaning to please him, you were never not busy. So that’s how you got here. Trying so hard to be useful you decided to clean up a bit instead you just made a bigger mess. You were moving on from putting the dishes in the dishwasher to cleaning the countertops when you got a whiff of the cleaning solution smell and immediately you felt the familiar sickness feeling, If you were a cartoon character you would physically be green right now. Now that you’re out of the first trimester the morning sickness should have subsided, and to be fair it wasn’t as bad as it was in the beginning but it was definitely still making itself comfortable in your life. At your last appointment, you asked the doctor about it and she said this was probably something to do with your already above-average sense of smell for an omega. At the same time, you could still get sick randomly due to your changing body, and smells would be your biggest enemy. But it was normal and that’s all that mattered to you anyway, though right now you kind of wish it wasn’t. The strong smell of vinegar and lemon is the perfect combination to kick your sickness into overdrive. Before you could even gag or process the situation you’d already thrown up all over yourself. With closed eyes you could feel your body begin to tremble, a familiar vibrating feeling that could only be accompanied by a panic attack. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sob, too afraid to make yourself any more noticeable, your body lets out soft whimpers from your quivering lip instead. Before you can even think of how to make your escape to the bathroom to clean yourself up you have to clean up the mess you made on the floor first. It's not a lot but it would be easier to clean up if the cleaning solution wasn’t making you gag even more. You don’t hear Changbin come down the stairs and enter the kitchen through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N? I heard your whimpering and ran down here. What happ-“ Changbin cuts himself off at the sight of you all on the floor covered in your own vomit.

“It’s fine! I’m almost done cleaning it up, don't worry, I’m sorry I was just trying to help. fuck! Why can’t I help?” Your rambling is halted by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay bunny. Just breathe.” As you look into his eyes you feel a sense of peace, like a gentle reminder that yes you can breathe, it’s okay.

“Good, now let me.” With one fell swoop, he picks you up bridal style and begins to walk away from the kitchen.

“Changbin, what the hell are you doing? I said I could handle it.”

“I know you could, but as your alpha, I can’t let you. Like I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Changbin carries you all the way to the upstairs bathroom and places you down on the toilet seat and turns around to head out of the bathroom.

“I’ll get you some clothes and then you can shower!” Changbin leaves but not before giving you one of his signature cutesy smiles that almost makes you sick from how sweet it is. The alphas here confused you, hell the whole pack confused you, but Changbin especially makes your head spin. His personality was very cute and sweet which is an insane juxtaposition to his buff frame. He easily has the biggest muscles you’d ever seen, it was kind of comforting when it wasn’t scary. Changbin returns and places the clothes on the counter.

“I grabbed you some comfy warmer clothes, thought maybe it’d help soothe you.” Changbin seems unsure, you’d think this was his first time caring for an omega.

“Thank you.” and with a nod the alpha leaves you to take your shower. The water feels like it does more than just wash away your sickness but it feels like your emotions are physically leaking from your body. You watch the water run down your small bump, placing a gentle hand there as unease settles deep in your bones. If you can’t do something as simple as clean up what’s the point? How can you take care of a whole life?

You step out of the shower with a shiver, trying to get dried off and dressed as quickly as possible. As you put on the clothes Changbin picked out for you, the last item stops you in your tracks. A hoodie, but not just any hoodie, it’s his. The smell of firewood penetrates your nose and your pupils dilate. Without a word, you put on his hoodie to allow the smell to engulf you, just like it’s supposed to. Leaving the bathroom you’re greeted by the muscular alpha who now has a shocked expression. He waited for you. And god is he glad he did. The sight of you in his hoodie, covered in his scent makes him dizzy. So he waits no time to pull you back into the bathroom with him, standing behind you as you both stand in front of the mirror. Wordlessly he picks up the hairbrush and begins brushing your hair, It feels domestic, but you don’t run.

“This is your hoodie.” You speak, not really knowing if it’s a question or a statement.

“Felix told us about how alpha scents really help with your nausea, you didn’t have to wear it, I just wanted to help.” He smiles almost as softly as he brushes through your hair. You don’t miss how he brushes his nose across the top of your head, taking in your milky cherry scent.

Changbin’s heart swells with pride as his alpha howls in his head at the display in front of him. A pupped omega wearing his scented hoodie allowing him to groom you, His pupped omega, he internally corrects himself. He leads you down to the living room and he stops you from going into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I got it all cleaned up. Let’s relax now.” The alpha takes your hand leading you to the large couch letting you pick your spot before he sits next to you.

“Do you want to talk about what’s wrong, why you were cleaning up even though it was making you sick?” Your eyebrows furrow, and embarrassment floods your body once again.

“I feel useless and lazy. I don’t do anything, I don’t clean, I don’t cook, I don’t work, even though these are all things I can do with no issue. I don’t even go outside now, I’m becoming a slob.” Changbin’s heart breaks at your words, but understanding you just want some independence, some of your normal back.

“We can go out today. Could be like a more casual courting date or not, whatever you’d like.”

“I appreciate your offer but I don’t need your pity.” The alpha scoffs and your assumption of him.

“I don’t pity you, I care about you. And I want to hang out with you. Hyunjin can stay here with Han and Felix while we go out, it’ll be fun. No pressure.” Changbin gives you a hopeful smile, if he looks closely he feels like he can see a small crack forming in your wall.

“Okay, where would we go?” You don’t look at the alpha, afraid maybe he’d change his mind.

“We can go do some grocery shopping, you can help me!” Changbin emphasized the word help, as to soothe your worries.

“Really? I could help you pick out food for the pack?” You look up at Changbin with wide hopeful eyes, and his heart almost explodes.

“Yeah, we can go right now! Get your shoes on and I’ll go let the guys know we’re leaving.” He smiles before he retreats to the pack den where the pack members reside. You sit with your thoughts for a moment before releasing a contented sigh. Maybe things were looking up.

At the grocery store, Changbin pushed the cart with one hand and had the pack’s grocery list pulled up on his phone in the other. The list was split into sections, one for each pack member’s personal requests and a section for stuff for the whole house. You had a nice rhythm going on, where he guides you both through the store and tells you what to put in the cart. Though he can’t help but notice you don’t seem to be interested in grabbing anything for yourself, and they haven’t had a chance to add a you section to the grocery list quite yet. As you two made your way down a snack aisle he took notice of how you stopped in front of the milk drinks.

“I think I saw something about some sort of juice on Han’s list. What was it?” In all honesty, you don’t remember if anyone mentioned juice, you can’t think at all your mouth is watering at the sight of the banana milk. You recently started developing cravings, which weren’t weird, yet. Your mind was so used to not wanting things, you didn’t find yourself craving anything until you saw it. Sort of like love at first sight but with various cookies, rice cakes… and banana milk, as your brain had so kindly decided now. This wasn’t odd for you, you’d always liked banana milk but this was different. You didn’t want it, you needed it. This grocery trip was for them, you wouldn’t dare make this about yourself. And that’s where a gentle alpha’s encouragement comes in.

“Oh I love banana milk, should we get some?” You both share a knowing glance, though Changbin’s has an encouraging undertone.

“Maybe, maybe two packs would be good. Since there are so many of us.” The alpha is satisfied with your response, nodding at you to throw two packs into the car. Though Changbin wouldn’t dare let the pack take your cravings from you, he’d be sure to let them know not to touch them later.

“Is there anything else the puppy wants?” Changbin takes your peaceful sigh as an invitation to be just a little more direct, trying to get you comfortable with his care.

“Seaweed chips sound really yummy… and those matcha cookies Hyunjin likes.” You blush, not used to giving in to your own desires. Changbin doesn’t care though, he wastes no time finding the snacks you want. As you continue your shopping trip the alpha does a lot more of that, encouraging you to get stuff for yourself too, showing you that you deserve treats just like the pack does if not more since you’re carrying a pup as well.

The walk to the car feels bright, and internally you acknowledge the progress you made in the store, it feels nice. Changbin insists he be the one to load the bags in the car but you don’t get in the car, you wait patiently in case he changes his mind.

The smell hits you first, like a bullet train traveling faster than sound itself. You grab onto Changbin’s arm, your scent is rancid like spoiled milk, full of panic.

“What’s wrong?” Now Changbin’s scent is burnt, afraid that somehow you got hurt on his watch. Before you can tell Changbin how urgently you need to leave the voice hits your ears and you’re shocked you don’t pass out in pure fear, you remain frozen, which somehow feels worse.

“Would you look at this, surprised I found you slut?” The slurred voice from the alpha a mere five feet away from him and his babies causes Changbin to let out a growl.

“Who the hell are you?” You want to scream at Changbin to not say anything to just get you both in the car and run but you can’t, you scream but nothing comes out. Once again trapped in your own mind prison.

“I should be asking you the same, you’re playing around with my sloppy seconds.” It clicks immediately for Changbin, this is the man who hurt you, who kicked you out on the streets pregnant and alone. The next growl he lets out is nastier, more venomous.

“Come on Y/N, you think you can run away and wear another’s alpha’s clothes and expect me not to find you? You’re carrying my seed, not his. I always knew you were a whore, but you were my whore.” If your blood wasn’t cold before, it definitely was now. Everything in you screamed to run but you remained still. Your mind feels like a slurry of nasty thoughts, like you were right back in his grip, like you’d never be safe from him.

“I suggest you leave before I rip your throat out with my teeth.” Changbin keeps one arm behind him, within each of you, keeping you both safe from this monster. The way his hand is inches away from your stomach makes you hyper aware of the pup growing inside it.

Alphas hurt pups. Our pup is in danger. Do something.

Your omega screams in your head but you don’t move, useless as always.

“Pfft her hole’s not even that good. She’s used goods pal.” The arrogant alpha slurs and it lights a fire within Changbin, nobody speaks about the people he loves like that. He lunges at the alpha determined to make those words his last, he punches him so hard that you can hear a loud crack. The alpha falls to the ground, unconscious. Changbin immediately ushers you into the car and drives away from the scene. You don’t speak, you don’t cry, you’ve completely disassociated. Staring in front of you out the windshield you think about how you got here. A lot of your first week with this pack was spent scared he would find you, but things were getting better, you had almost forgotten this was even possible. Changbin tries to comfort you the entire ride home but it’s like you’ve left your own body. His alpha cries for him to do something, to help his omega but nothing works.

When he pulls into the garage at home you immediately bolt out of the car and head straight to your room. At the sound of the door slamming and locking, everyone knew this was going to be a hurdle. But they were all willing to fight for you… literally in some cases.

[siri-ike]

Magpie stealthily crept out the window, Trogon jewels in hand. She had only intended to steal the Seriemas emerald and the bedazzled Frogmouth statue, so there wasn't enough room in her pouch. She landed on the ground in the classic stance, the one that's bad for the knees. She was about to sneak off into some dark corner of Gotham when she heard the unmistakable sound of Solomon Grundy flying past the ally and crash landing in the street. Magpie poked her head out to see what was going on. In the middle of the street was a crater full of Grundy. She scurried over to check on the guy, but he seemed to be happy. He wasn't moving, but he didn't look like he was knocked out either. It was more like he was resting after a long day at an amusement park. She slid down and crouched near his head. "Hey, Grundy, you okey?" She placed the jewels from one hand on her lap so she could stroke his forehead.

"Grundy...new...friend." He growled in his usual manner.

"Friend" like how he and Bizaro are friends or how Penguin calls them "friends".

"Who is Grundys' new friend?"

"Kiteman...sidekick."

Sidekick? Wassnt Charlie's kid dead? Magpie glanced in the direction he'd come flying from only to be met with a green glowing skeleton mere inches from her face. Instinctively, she punched it and jumped back. Its skull went flying, and the body flayled around, trying to find it again. The whole scene looked like it belonged in the background of Pirates of the Caribbean. Magpie stood up and looked around. Other skeletons were running around picking up people and animals. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the ones desperately trying to catch bugs and remove them. Suddenly, the first skeleton picked her up and started running.

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Penguin was not happy. It was bad enough that Red Hood had defiled his territories by spray painting penguins dressed as Pokémon everywhere, but that morning he had hacked into the iceberg lounge speakers and played "flightless birds" on loop for 6 hours. It had completely flipped the patronage base. There was only one solution.

"I want you to kill the Red Hood."

Across the table sat Dick disguised as a hit man.

"This is what he looks like." Penguin slid a photo over to his guest.

Suddenly, a goon burst through the door.

"WHAT!!"

"Boss, the news, someone's messing up Gotham."

Penguin scrambled for a remote in his drawer and turned on the TV, which was conveniently tuned to the right channel.

"-going only by "Kitemans Sidekick Danny"-"

"Kitemans Sidekick, huh? Ol Charlie thinks he can cause an uproar in my town, does he? Change of plans." He turned back to the hired gun. "Your target is Charlie Brown." He snapped his fingers at the goon. "Get the file on Kiteman."

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Pamela had recently started staying in bed longer. Of her own free will ofcorse. It had nothing to do with the death grip Harley could somehow manage in her sleep.

"Woah, girl. You got it bad."

"Shut up." She scolded her mutant pitcher plant. "It was just a hook-up. Nothing more."

"A hook-up that's lasted 8 nights?"

"What do you know." She spat.

"Well, for starters," crap, she definitely messed up in giving Pitch room to judge. "There's the fact you created me." The smug overly testosterone filled voice dug into her ego. "And let me just say: mutating a pitcher plant to only eat human penises is the gayest thing you could have done." Why the hell does she keep this thing in their bedroom anyway?

*riiiiiiiing* *riiiiiiiing*

A distraction the phone, finally. Pamela sat up, still letting Harley hold onto her waist, as a long vine brought her her phone.

"Morning."

"Pam, something weird is going on." Selina sounded somewhat worried but kept her cool tone. "Is Harley with you?"

"Pfffft, what? No. We don't spend all our time together or anything. It's not like we're roommates or a cupple . We're friends, and nothing more. Why? Did the plants tell you something?"

"Wha- no. She's not answering her phone. I just wanted to make sure you two are okay. Gotham's gone off the hook. There's someone out there throwing Grundy around like a rag doll."

"Is anyone else involved?"

"Red Hood, it looks like. The Gentleman Ghost was in it for a spat, but he tagged out early. But I also saw Creech there. I wanted to be sure that Harley wasn't involved."

"Ugh, fine." Pamela paused. "This stays between us." She took a deep breath. "Harley is at my place. Been here all night."

Selina snickered.

"Platonicaly!"

"Huh? Whuh?-" Harley sturred.

"Nothing, sweety. You can keep sleeping."

Harley settled back, this time squeezing a little tighter.

"Sounds platonic."

"You keep this to yourself, or I'm growing lilies and tulips all over the city."

"Oh, I won't tell anyone. But know this. When had a betting pool in "when" not "if".

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Bullock really didn't want to deal with this today. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask Marge out, and a classy lady like that deserved a nice dinner. Not... this.

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The first thing Two Face saw when he woke up in a hospital bed was the news. The little twerp that broke his kneecaps was fighting Solomon and Red Hood. He must be with the Bats. Or rather, from how he flies and hits, the Supers or the Martians would be more likely. Two Face pinched the bridge of his nose. He was startled by the loud crash of a tray of medical something or other hitting the floor. Harvey looked over to the source of the noise. It was a nurse. The sound also woke up the officer in the chair next to him.

"Sorry, I just need to change the bandages." She addressed the officer who tried to act like he hadn't been asleep. She picked up a roll of bandages and walked over to the bed. Something was off about this woman. Her uniform was revealing, and she didn't even seem intimidated approaching a known criminal. She gave him a sly smile before her arm quickly turned to clay, covering the officer from head to toe. Muffled screams could barely be heard as he struggled for air. It was no use.

Danny: Omg! It's you! I'm a huge fan of your work!

Kiteman: What? Really?

Danny: Yeah! Do you know how cool it is to meet someone who flies and rarely attacks civilians? I broke the Riddler's knee caps in your honor! Can I have your autograph?

Kiteman: Of course! Would you like a picture, too?

Danny: WOULD I!?

Bruce watching from a rooftop: Everyone move in on Kiteman once he finishes the meet and greet with his fan.

Damian: Why wait? He's completely distracted. This be the optimal time to take Kiteman down.

Bruce: I am not ruining this moment for him.

Damian: Why?

Bruce: The man's main weapon is a tribute to his dead son that Riddler killed. A kite. The last person to be as excited for his kites was said, son.

Damian: .....We shall wait.

Tim on com: Why wait when we have a perfect-

Damian: YOU LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE DRAKE LET HIM ENJOY THIS.

Duke: Are we just going to move on from the guy who said he broke the Riddler's knee caps?

Bruce: The question mark bitch had it coming.

[contract-crawdad]

Look Outside Pacifism Concepts: Part 5

The peephole ensemble!

The original plan had been to cover the rats here too, but as of 1.5... wow! There's a lot more rats! Which is great! But it means they'll be getting their own post.

Onwards to the door encounters! The key here is that we'll only be addressing the ones that have a chance to be hostile, seeing as the pacifist solution to the non-hostile door encounters is... not killing them. Obviously.

William/Stressed-Out

In William's case, it seems pretty clear that he didn’t look outside in his cursed form. Rather, he seems to have ‘caught’ his affliction from the witness he mentions that gave him his injury.

As such, William will always be normal on his first visit! And, provided you do manage to help him, he will not be corrupted on any future visits. However, each time you either fail to help or refuse to help, his chances to be corrupted upon the next encounter will drastically increase.

Cursed Harriet

If you correctly identify that Harriet is cursed, you can turn her away. It doesn’t matter what you do specifically, so long as you do look through the peephole but don’t open the door for her. After doing this between 1-3 times, she will come to her senses.

The tells for her getting a better grip on her sanity are that her nervous mannerisms and uncertain speech return, where they are absent in her insane cursed state. At this point, it is safe to open the door and reunite her and Sophie!

However, you still can’t see her feet and it’s heavily implied that she IS still cursed. Just that she’s had enough time to gather her thoughts and come down from the madness she was dealing with in the early stages of the transformation.

Opening the door and reuniting Harriet and Sophie at this stage plays out as normal, but Harriet will reward you with a few additional random items consisting of a wide range of enemy drops (she's been busy while looking for Sophie).

Same Old Dan

When Same Old Dan politely informs you that he would very much like to borrow five kilos of bone marrow if it wouldn't be too much trouble, you have the chance to offer him one of the following items if you have them in your inventory:

Giant Rat Skull

Jawbone Club

Hellsword

Teeth Pendant

Offering any of the above to Same Old Dan prompts the following dialogue:

You toss the item to the slavering creature, which descends on it with gusto. His 'thingie' shreds it to pieces as he scoures every drop of collagen hidden within. After a few moments of horrified fascination, you decide to slowly close the door before finding out if this meal is enough to satisfy him.

Feral Morton

Funnily enough, this one HAS a canonical pacifist solution! Just don’t open the door. When and if Morton knocks again, he has a chance to be back to normal.

Credit to @euclideggnog for the idea that Morton's hostile form is caused by a hormonal state that certain species of crickets enter when in low-food environment which prompts a gregarious feeding frenzy consisting of whatever organic material it can find.

He was just hangry!

Limb Thief/Guillame

It's so funny that this guy shows up to Sam's door, introduces himself by name, and then Sam decides 'Nah, you're limb thief' in all the battle menus.

When a party member with either the Coat of Arms or the Misshaped Limb equipped is struck by the Limb Thief, he will steal said item.

If he is not killed during the next turn, Limb Thief flees from the battle with his prize, cackling giddily at his latest addition.

Mad Pie

If you use Cash Sock on Mad Pie the battle music slows to a stop.

"...A tip? Seriously? For me? Nobody has ever tipped me before. I mean, I was totally gonna beat you into meat paste and then press the meat paste flat and bake it, you know, as like an irony thing... but wow. I feel like maybe I would be a little bit of a jerk if I did that now. I... I need to go think about this."

Mad Pie hops away awkwardly. It takes several minutes for it to actually leave the hallway.

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Thus concludes the solicitors! Probably the only group in the game where the members of the group have no ling to one another whatsover.

Tune in next time when we FINALLY get to those giant rats who make all of the rules!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Been writing a lot about us being the scary ones in the neighborhood, and I love those. But for a change of pace, could you perhaps please write smth about the reader being scared and looking to the puppets for comfort/protection? Thank you!

Added Sally to this because I need to give her more attention.

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me or leaving a tip on Ko-fi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Sally and Wally when the Reader is afraid

Sally

★ When she sees you looking scared, her first instinct is to laugh it off. Surely you were just acting? Right? But then your hands start to shake like a leaf. And your eyes aren't meeting hers. Then she realizes, this is real.

★ You panic behind the curtain. Away from prying eyes. Sally doesn't know what to do. For a minute she paces while thinking. Trying to come up with a solution to this problem. Unaware that some things aren't that simple.

★ She pulls you into a hug. "Do you need anything? Tea? A blanket?" While she speaks, she feels you trembling slightly. What on Earth could've scared you so? You're supposed to be the scary one. Being a human with sharp teeth and claws.

Wally

★ Home is the best place to be in this situation. The door locks as soon as you enter. And as you cower in the corner, a curtain moves to drape across your shoulder. Home trying its best to comfort you. A sympathetic *tap tap tap* sound coming from the window.

★ If Wally is inside, Home "fetches" him. Letting him know you need some help. There's something pitiful about seeing you like this. Silently breaking in a corner like a scared child. When Wally finds you, he's taken aback.

★ He's not used to seeing you like this, and doesn't speak right away. He simply sits besides you. Not touching. Just there. Before asking "Neighbor?" Softly. If you reach out, he'll hold your hand with a light grip. Trying to ground you.

★ On the outside he looks calm. Internally, Wally is panicking. Trying to think of something that would scare you so much. He wants to ask what happened. He wants to fix this. But he doesn't know what words to say. So he says nothing. 

[starlostjisung]

you could call me babe for the weekend

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“what? are you crazy? do you have temperature? let me check”, chan put his hand on your forehead to check

“no, no, listen to me”, you grabbed his shoulders and made him look you in the eye, “this is genius”

“no, y/n, this is ridiculous”

maybe it was because you had been going crazy all day trying to find a solution for the mess you had caused for yourself, but now that you had chan there and you had come up with this, you honestly saw no flaws in your plan. your best friend would be your fake boyfriend. it was perfect.

“chan, you are the perfect man for this, you have to do it with me”, you told him

he sighed looking at you and let his arms fall to his sides, “y/n, we’re best friends”

“exactly! that’s why this is perfect”, you let go of him and walked around your living room trying to convince him, “we know the other almost better than we know ourselves, we have been best friends for years now, it won’t be weird i’m sure, it would just be like we usually are but a higher level”, you looked at him again

“a higher level?”, he sighed again

“yes”

he rubbed his eyes a bit frustrated with your chaos and the fact that you were bringing him along, “y/n, your parents know me”

“and that’s why they will completely fall for it”, you walked up to him and grabbed his hands, “they already found weird that i had been seeing someone for a while and i hadn’t mentioned anything to them. when they realise it’s you, i will just tell them that we had been keeping it quiet because we wanted to make sure that everything between us was fine and we were completely sure of what we were doing to not jeopardise our friendship, that we had kept it only between us until we both felt ready. they won’t question it”

chan had never felt so indecisive in his life. yes, he wanted to help you, he would do anything for you and you knew that. but also, he was scared of the way that this weekend could change your friendship, the way that you two could fall from the tightrope you were just about to walk on and lose yourselves on the fall… you couldn’t see that now, you were too worried about how to survive this weekend.

but he could, and he was not ready for that to possibly happen. not now, not ever.

“chan, please”, you tried again, “i promise i won’t make you watch scary movies again, and i will help you on laundry days”

“no, y/n, don’t blackmail me”, he pushed you away and walked around the table, trying to put some distance between the two of you

“i will bake the cake that you love so much and i will bring it to the cabin and we can eat it together and not leave the room the entire day just… please… chan, i need you”

he looked at you and you were just there. battling your eyelashes at him, looking at him like your life was on his hands. how could he say no to you.

he could never do that.

he let out what probably was the biggest sigh of his life, “fine, i’ll do it”

“thank you thank you thank you i love you so much you’re the best friend in the entire world i promise to make you the biggest cake you’ve ever seen in your entire life”, you crossed the room and jumped into his arms with an abnormal force, but luckily chan was able to catch you on time

“yeah yeah, it’s whatever”, he put you on the floor again, “you owe me, big time”

“yes, i know”, you looked at him with the biggest smile and the brightest eyes he had ever seen.

you hugged chan again, and he hugged you back.

there were few things in your life that you could be completely sure of, but there was one thing that you knew.

chan would always have your back.

“i’m leaving the company now, do you want me to buy anything on the way?”, chan asked you on the phone

“no it’s fine, i cooked today so there’s no need”, you told him through the speaker as you were finishing dinner for the two of you

“you sure?”, you could hear the door of the car closing

“i’m sure, plus i baked you some cake for tonight too, as an extra thank you for your help”

“yes!”

you smiled at his reaction, even though he couldn’t see you. you could just picture him, cheering in the car because you had made him cake. he was going to be the death of you.

“okay, so i’ll be there in 15 minutes tops” he said

“fine, drive safe, see you”

“see you soon, love”, and with that he hung up the phone

you couldn’t help the blush that adorned your cheeks at chan’s pet name for you. this week you had been working on what you had called “the family trap”, which was basically your plan for this weekend.

you had told him what he should expect from this weekend: you two would arrive on friday and that day you would be with your parents, grandparents and also your uncle, aunt and cousin. on saturday, to celebrate your aunt’s birthday, some of her friends and relatives would go there to spend the day. they would arrive in the morning and leave trough out the day, whenever they wanted. and then on sunday, your family and you two would go back to seoul.

easier said than done. “calm down, it will be okay, i’m gonna be there with you”, he told you every time he saw you getting anxious about it or feeling overwhelmed.

tonight, he was coming to finish preparing small details that had been left out. and also to spend some time with you, something you two did whenever you could.

you had just finished setting up the table when the door rang. you went to open it and saw that chan was there, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“chan, what’s that?”

“flowers, can’t you see?”, he asked you while coming in

“no you idiot, i can see them. i meant why do you have them”, you closed the door and followed him to the living room

“well, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i went to my girlfriend’s house and didn’t give her anything”, he told you while giving you the flowers

“you’re an idiot, you know that”, you said while taking the flowers from him

“a thank you would have been nice”, he replied sarcastically

you laughed at him, “thank you, chris, they’re very beautiful”

“you’re welcome, i know they’re your favourite “

you nodded while looking at him. for a moment none of you said anything, you just stayed there, looking at each other in the middle of your living room.

you cleared your throat and looked away from him, “right, i’m gonna go and find a vase for the flowers, you can sit down”, you left the room as quickly as you could while trying to seem normal. suddenly the room was very hot and you were almost sure you didn’t have the heater on.

once you put the flowers on a vase, you went back and sat on a chair in front of chan. you started eating while you talked about your day.

he talked about how the recording had gone that day and how han’s voice had broken while he was recording and how they almost pissed themselves while laughing - and you while he told you the story - and you told him how you had been working on different meetings that your boss had planned for the next week.

for an outsider, this scene would perfectly be of a normal couple, eating together while they told each other what they had been doing while they missed each other. that was what you wanted to portray this weekend.

“okay so, we’re leaving tomorrow at 3 right?”, he asked you after you both had finished dinner - and the cake of course.

“yes, it’s an hour drive, so there’s no need to leave earlier than that”

“okay, we’ll go in my car, so i’ll come to pick you up”

“you sure? i can go to your dorm and we can leave from there”, you asked him

“no, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i made my girlfriend move from one place to another? don’t worry, i’ll pick you up”, you felt your heart stutter a bit

“okay”, you looked down trying to calm the blush that had covered your cheeks once again

“y/n, there’s one thing we haven’t talked about”, chan told you a bit serious this time

you looked at him quite surprised, “what?”, you thought you had gone over everything: the plans for everyday, the people that would be there, the kind of questions that your aunt and cousin would ask him, the-

“our limits”, he said

you blinked at him, “our limits?”

“yeah, i mean… we both are kind of touchy and physical people, we are often hugging or close to each other, but if we need to appear to be in a relationship, maybe that’s not enough”, he said while looking at anywhere but you

“right…”

“i-i mean, i’m not saying that we have to make out or any of that, please don’t get me wrong”, he put his hands up trying to defend himself, so you didn’t think bad of him or anything

“no no, don’t worry, i understand what you meant”

“okay…”, he let out a sigh

“i mean, we’re pretty touchy with each other, you’re right, so i guess we could… you know, stay the same, but maybe a bit more? if that makes sense”, you asked him

“yeah, i think that would work, us but a bit more”

“yeah, us a bit more”

“just no kissing on the lips”

“no no, no kissing on the lips”, why would he even say that?

you both were a bit embarrassed at that moment and for the first time in your many years of friendship, the two of you sat in silence, not knowing what to say. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence it was just… silence charged with something unknown. something that had a lot of weight. but you didn’t know what it was, at least not yet.

“right so, i’m gonna go and finish packing for tomorrow”, he told you while standing up to leave

“oh right, yeah, i have to pack too, so i better get to that now, yeah”, you stood up as well

there was something weird going on between the two of you. you could just tell, but you hoped that it would go away for the weekend, nothing could go wrong in this trip.

“i will call you tomorrow before i leave to make sure you’re ready, okay?”, he asked you while he opened the door

“okay, and chris… thanks again, this means a lot to me”, you told him being completely honest

“don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for, right?”, you swear you saw something in his eyes when he said that, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared

“yeah, you’re right”, you let out a forced smile, he could see right through it but decided to not say anything

“bye love, see you tomorrow”

and with that, he was gone

you turned around in your bed for the thousandth time that night. it didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t sleep tonight. your mind wasn’t letting you. your thoughts were running and running and running.

you were nervous about the trip. but not about your aunt, no. about bang chan. chan and you. and your friendship.

you and him were best friends. the very best of friends. but you couldn’t deny that at the beginning of your friendship, you had had a small crush on him. okay maybe it wasn’t that small. or a crush either.

you had been in love with him. probably a small part of you still was. but you knew you two together would never happen because he was your best friend. your were completely sure he only saw you as his best friend. so, as cliche as it sounded, you decided you wouldn’t say anything in order to save your friendship. if the options were having him as your best friend or not having him at all, you would always choose the first one.

you had had relationships after meeting him and while some of them didn’t work because, well… different reasons, some of them didn’t work because you couldn’t help but compare your then boyfriends to chan. what chan would have done if you were with him. you knew you couldn’t do that, but your hearts doesn’t always listen to your head.

so now, after an entire week of planning what you both wanted to be a real - not perfect- couple, your heart couldn’t help but mess up with you. you were creating the plot of the type of life you could have had. but you hadn’t had. and you had to fake it now.

your turned around again, this time placing the pillow above your head. it may have been you the person who just one week ago was sure that this would work out perfectly and that you could definitely do it and blah blah blah. you had been pretending for a week, with just you two. the big nights hadn’t even happened yet. and your heart was already a mess.

you screamed into the pillow. you punched the bed.

why did you have to make this mess in the first place?

why did you bring chan into all of this?

was it really too late to say that you couldn’t go?

“blue hair?”

“mmm, could be, but i’m not sure”

“red hair?”, you tried again

“no, that’s a big no”

“oh listen please, blonde!”, you said excitedly

“really? would you like that one?”

“oh my god, are you kidding? yes please, you looked great with blonde hair”

he laughed at your reaction, “okay i guess i’ll think about it”

you and chan had almost arrived at the cabin and he was telling you that he had been thinking about a new hairstyle for the next comeback and he wanted to know your opinions so you took your opportunity to defend blonde bang chan as the number 1 bang chan

you sighed while looking out the window, feeling the nerves starting again. chan looked at you and saw how anxious you were getting, “hey”, he tried to catch your attention, “look at me”, you did

“everything is going to be fine, alright? i’m going to be with you all the time, and no one’s going to suspect anything okay? we got this”, he held your hand and squeezed it to reassure you that he was there with you. he would always be.

“okay”, you smiled at him

you arrived at the cabin and saw your uncle’s car and also your grandparents’ car. chan parked his car next to theirs and before you got out from the car, he grabbed your hands again, “y/n, we got this okay? your aunt won’t see us coming, we’re gonna make her regret everything bad she has ever said about you okay? i’m with you”

for the first time that day, you felt like you could finally breathe, so after breathing out you replied, “okay, we got this”

“that’s my girl”, he smiled at you and you smiled back at him

when you got out from the car and went to get your suitcases, you saw your parents’ car parking next to chan’s. you looked at chan and saw that he was already looking at you, “you ready?”, you asked him

he nodded, “let’s do this”

your parents left their car and went to hug you, “hi honey, how have you been?” your dad asked you

“i’ve been good, busy with work but good”, you replied while hugging him and your mom after. when you finished, you turned to look at chan, “mom, dad, you remember bang chan right?”, you asked your parents

your mom was a bit surprised to say the least. she had been expecting you to introduce some new boy you had met, not you best friend turned into boyfriend now, “i-i, yeah, of course we remember, how have you been?”

he went up to your parents and meet them properly, “i’ve been very good, thank you, and thanks for having me here this weekend”, as always, chan was the image of perfect son-in-law

“don’t worry, it’s our please son”, it was your dad who talked now

with that, you all took your baggage and went into the cabin. it was time to start the main show

once inside, you hugged and said hello to all of your family and then, introduced chan

“right, so everybody, this is chan…chan, this is everybody”, he bowed politely to your family and you could see that your grandparents took an instant liking to him. your uncle shook his hand too, good sign as well.

but then, the moment you had all been waiting for: your aunt and cousin.

“i feel like i’ve seen you before”, that was the first thing your aunt told him

your cousin, whose mouth had been open wide since she first saw chan entering the house, said “mom, he is bang chan from stray kids!”

“oh, so you’re famous?” that got your aunt’s attention. you didn’t know if that was a good thing or not

“yeah, well… kind of”, you could tell that chan was starting to feel a bit embarrassed, he didn’t like getting this type of attention, especially from people that he knew were not very good towards you.

you took it as your sign to go to your room to unpack and give you two a moment. you went upstairs and closed the door behind you.

“right, sorry about that, but this is the kind of energy we’re going to have this whole weekend so i-“, you stopped talking when you looked at your room. how could you forget about this. your room, the one that you had always used on your own and were using for the first time with your - fake - boyfriend had only one bed. you hadn’t thought about that. you closed your eyes and breathed in. counted till three and breathed out.

“chris, there’s only one bed”, you told him with your back towards him

“mmm, okay, don’t worry about that, i… i can sleep on the floor, there’s no problem”

you turned around so quickly you felt dizzy, “no, you don’t have to do that, i’ll take the floor, you are in this mess because of me, it’s the least i can do”

“no, y/n, i can’t let you do that, i’m fine on the floor don’t worry”

“no, chris, you’re not sleeping on the floor”

“then what?”, he asked you, even though you both knew the answer

you were the first one to break the silence, “we can share the bed, it’s big enough for both of us. besides, we’re supposed to be a couple, so i guess we should sleep together”

“yeah, i guess”, you looked at each other, the same kind of silence that filled your living room yesterday happening again, and it was chan who broke it first for the second time

“let’s unpack everything now, shall we?”, and with that he went towards your suitcases to get everything ready in your room.

you breathed in and out again, you felt like you were going to do that a lot this weekend

the weather had been extremely good all day, so you took it as your opportunity to have dinner on the terrace of the cabin. the conversation had been good for most part: your parents already liked chan from before, and your grandparents and your uncle seemed to like him as well. you couldn’t blame them, chan was easily the best person you had ever met, everyone who knew him liked him. he was just that kind of person.

everything had been going well but of course, it wasn’t going to be like that all night. your aunt and cousin had been analysing him the entire night, whispering between each other and questioning how someone like bang chan - handsome, funny, the image of the perfect guy - could be with someone like, well… you. you were just a normal girl, with a normal job, nothing extravagant about you, who liked everything simple and were happy with small things. how could someone that amazing be with just a random girl?

“so bang chan, you seem to be able to do anything right? i mean, you sing, you write, you dance, you’re kind of perfect”, your aunt told chan when you finished dinner. it seemed that someone had done some research while you had been unpacking.

“well, i wouldn’t say perfect, but we all work hard for the group to achieve new things”, chan replied politely, always including his boys

“no, but you have a successful group under you, who follow your orders, you must be so powerful”, your aunt continued

“they don’t follow my orders, i might be the leader, but we do everything together, we’re a team”, you could see that the question had rubbed chan the wrong way, and while people who didn’t know him wouldn’t notice any changes, you did. you always did

“anyway, having that much power must feel amazing, not forgetting how much you must be paid i’m sure”, you knew your aunt wasn’t shy when she wanted to know something and she wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but even this surprised you. you honestly didn’t even know what to say

chan just smiled at her and reached for his glass to drink, honestly he only did this to have his mouth occupied and not say anything. after all, even if this conversation was only just between you two and your aunt and cousin, your whole family was there and he didn’t want to make a scene.

“bang chan i heard your new comeback is happening soon, are you excited?”, your cousin asked him. this couldn’t be good

“yes, we’ve been working very hard so i’m excited to finally share it with the world”, he answered

“awesome! and are you done with preparing the choreos for promo and all that stuff?”, she continued. where was she going with this?

“kind of, we’re in the middle of all that, just practising choreos and concepts and getting everything ready”

“oh i’ve always loved dancing, i did it when i was a kid. you know, i was very good with movements and also very flexible. i’d love if one day i could go and watch you perform”, she told him while ogling her eyes at him

you rolled your eyes so hard you swear they almost fell from your head. honestly you knew this was gonna be chaos, but not this kind of chaos

chan let out a nervous laugh, not knowing what to reply, “well, i’ll see what i can do”

“or maybe i could go and watch you rehearse. i’m also very into fashion, so maybe i could suggest something that could go with you know… your concepts”, you were about to throw your glass of water on her face. you were going to do it. you were this close to doing it when you felt chan’s hand grabbing your thigh, calming you down.

he knew you better than you knew yourself, so when you pictured yourself throwing water towards your cousin, he had already pictured himself stopping you from doing that.

chan’s hand on your thigh hadn’t gone unnoticed by your aunt, of course not.

“so tell me, how did this thing between you happen?” she asked you

you looked at chan, getting ready to answer your aunt, but found him already looking at you and beating you to it, “well we had known each other for a long time but had never given us a go, you know, it was this kind of “right person, wrong time” thing, until we decided we couldn’t do it anymore, so we just went for it and well, here we are”

your aunt was not happy with his answer

“yeah but, don’t get me wrong, you have such a wonderful life and meet a lot of people, famous people at that, why aren’t you with someone of the same category?”, there it was, the offensive question, nothing that you hadn’t heard before, you were used to it.

but chan wasn’t, and he wasn’t having any of it, he had had enough, “well to be fair, i’ve always been in love with y/n, ever since we first met and the reason why i never said anything was because i thought she deserved better, not someone that would be working everyday and would spend months away. but i couldn’t take it anymore, so i decided to be selfish and confess. and now, i thank my lucky stars every day that she felt the same way, because i’ve never been happier and i just hope i make her as happy as she makes me”

you were speechless and could do nothing else but look at him. you and chan had anticipated that this type of questions could come out and that you would have to deal with them, but you never thought that chan would answer like this. like he was telling the truth. like these were his real feelings. his deepest secret.

you almost believed him completely. almost. you wanted to. but then you remembered that he was supposed to be your boyfriend. and boyfriends said this type of things all the time. “don’t get your hopes up”, you told yourself

“so, to answer your question, i don’t want to be with anyone of my category as you put it, i want to be with y/n, and that’s it”, chan finished and looked at you.

you were in so much trouble.

it was after midnight, everyone had already gone to their rooms. you were sitting in your bed, ready to go to sleep. chan was in the bathroom, getting ready to join you.

you were looking at your phone but got lost in your thoughts. you couldn’t stop thinking about chan’s words before. right person, wrong time he had said. you knew it was all an act but a part of you hoped that it wasn’t. and that hurt a little bit.

you weren’t blaming chan, you would never do that. but this was what you had been dreading the last couple of days. feeding the delusional part of you that believed that chan could have ever felt the same way you felt towards him. that at one time, there possibility of you together had existed, but none of you had been brave enough to take it.

“y/n? you there?”, you heard chan asking you after leaving the bathroom

“yeah, sorry, got lost in my head a bit”

“i could see that”, he laughed at you, “mmm, i usually sleep without a t-shirt on but if you don’t feel comfortable i can put one on”

you had been so lost in your head you hadn’t even realised he only had some shorts on. oh lord.

“no no, it’s okay, i don’t mind”, you told him

“okay”, with that he got into bed with you

“so, first day down, only two to go. thoughts? prayers? do you need me to call the boys so they come and rescue you?”, you asked him while laughing, trying to take some pressure off

he laughed at you and got comfortable next to you, “no no, i’m fine, you don’t need to call the boys. but it was intense, i’ll give you that”

“yeah it was”, you agreed with him

“i still can’t believe you aunt just asked about money like that, like she was asking about, i don’t know, food or clothes”, he told you while laughing uncontrollably

“well my favourite moment was when my cousin flirted with you, i wonder what her boyfriend would think of that”

“y/n, she was not flirting”

“chris, are you fucking kidding me? she sure was”

“well maybe a bit but not full on i think…”, he knew she had been flirting with him but he was trying to make you feel better

“chris, she was this close to jumping your bones right in front of all of us”

“y/n!”, chris snorted at that

“it’s true and you know it!”, you hit him on his chest, making him laugh even harder, “you should have known, you’re the king of flirting”

“i am not”

“yes, you are”

“no, i am not”

“chris, for fuck’s sake”, you went to hit him again, but he grabbed your hand in his

“okay, i’ll admit it, if you say please”, he used one hand to push himself upwards to have a better look at you under him

“chris, fuck off”

“oh i will fuck off, if you say please”, he pushed

“chris”, you were laughing uncontrollably at this point, with tears from laughter falling down your face

“okay okay, we’ll leave it like this for now”, he laid again with his head on the pillow, right next to yours

you turned on your side and looked at him, laughing at him and his antics. he looked at you, feeling relaxed and content, until he saw something and grabbed your head

“oh no, i think you’ve lost it”, he placed his hands on your cheeks while looking at your ear

“what? what did i lose?”, you touched your ear thinking he may be talking about your earring- which was the place he was looking at - but you felt it there, there was nothing missing

“i think you’ve lost your last name, do you wanna take mine?”, he asked you with the biggest smile on his face

“chris for fuck’s sake stop it!”, you hit his chest once again and pushed him, while he just laughed at you

you couldn’t believe this idiot. you looked at him and laughed, just from watching him. because at that moment, you were happy. with him. just you two like no one else existed at that moment.

he looked at you, with a soft smile on his face, and he used his hand to place a lock of your hair behind your ear.

you felt your cheeks blushing again but hoped he wouldn’t see it.

“y/n, i knew these trips were always difficult for you, but i had no idea they could be like this, i’m proud of you for enduring them for so long”, he told you honestly

at that moment, you felt seen. like you always felt with chan. like your feelings mattered. like you were someone important

“thank you”, you didn’t say anything else, you couldn’t

he could see it, so he didn’t push it.

“let’s sleep, it’s been a long day and we have a birthday party tomorrow, and i heard someone brought a delicious cake that i can’t wait to taste”

you laughed at him and got ready to sleep

“i heard the cake was your favourite”, you told him while you closed your eyes

you were almost completely asleep - you hadn’t realised how tired you were - when you heard him whispering

“my favourite is the person who baked the cake”

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Be Quiet and Let Me Ruin You - GR63 🔥

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"You just like bossing me around." She was smirking. Sitting pretty on the edge of the hotel bed, bare legs crossed, an oversized t-shirt swallowing her whole. Hair still wet from the shower. Nothing under the shirt. Nothing between her thighs.

George was standing across the room, arms folded, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He raised a brow. "You're half-naked and smug."

She shrugged. "You started it."

"You said you were tired."

"I lied."

His jaw flexed. And then he moved. In four long steps he was right in front of her, towering over her with that terrifying calm, the kind of calm that meant she was already in trouble.

"You want to be tired?" he asked.

She looked up at him. Her lips parted.

"I'll make you tired."

She didn't have time to tease back.

He cupped her jaw and kissed her so hard she gasped, tongue deep, mouth open, possessive. He manhandled her up the bed like she weighed nothing, tugged the t-shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor without blinking.

She was naked. And he just looked. Like he was starving. "Lie down."

She did.

George dropped to his knees on the mattress, kneeling between her legs, eyes trailing over her like art he wanted to ruin.

"You know what drives me fucking mad?" he murmured, leaning over her.

She arched up toward him. "Tell me."

He dragged two fingers down her torso, from the hollow of her throat to the space between her thighs.

"You walk around like this," he said, "like a problem."

"I thought I was your solution."

"You're my obsession."

He kissed her thigh. Then her hip. Then moved lower. Her breath caught.

"George-"

"Shhh."

He settled between her legs, hands sliding under her ass, tilting her up to meet his mouth. And when his tongue dragged over her slow and devastating, she moaned like she was dying. George ate pussy like a fucking religion. Not fast. Not flashy. Just focused. Every motion was deliberate. Measured. Unrelenting. She was already soaked. Already twitching. And he hadn't even started properly yet.

Her hands fisted the sheets.

"Keep your eyes open," he whispered against her skin. "I want you to watch me make you fall apart."

She looked down, and fuck, he looked unreal between her legs, hair messy, lips wet, pupils blown. He sucked on her clit, slow and rhythmic, fingers teasing her entrance but not pushing in.

"Please-"

"Beg better."

"George-please-your fingers-"

"There she is."

He slid two fingers into her deep, and she screamed.

"Fuck-fuck-"

"That's right," he groaned, curling them against that spot that made her body snap.

Her thighs trembled.

"You're gonna come," he said. "Hard. Right now."

"I- I can't-"

"Yes, you can."

He flicked his tongue over her clit, fingers moving faster now, rougher, precise. She shattered. Loud. Eyes rolling back. Back arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. But George didn't stop. He never fucking stopped. He fucked her through it with his fingers, kept licking, kept whispering "That's my girl. That's it. So fucking good for me."

When he finally pulled back, she was panting. Twitching. A mess. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned. "Still tired?"

She blinked up at him. Then laughed, shaky, breathless. "You're evil."

"I'm not done." He stripped his sweatpants off, and she whimpered at the sight of him. Hard. Leaking. Heavy.

"George-"

"Turn around."

"Why-"

"Face down. Ass up."

She did it without another word. And he crawled over her, one hand sliding up her spine, the other guiding the head of his cock between her thighs.

"I want you to feel everything."

"Please-"

He pushed in. All the way. And she screamed into the sheets. He didn't move right away. He stayed buried inside her, hips flush, cock deep, hands gripping her waist like she was his anchor and his weapon all at once.

She whimpered into the sheets.

"Shhh," George rasped, voice barely hanging on. "Let me feel you."

She was soaking, trembling, tight as fuck around him. Her knees dug into the mattress, thighs trembling, face pressed into the pillow, a complete mess beneath him.

"You hear that?" he growled, dragging his cock out just halfway before thrusting back in.

The sound echoed, a wet, slick slap. Her moan cracked open.

George hissed through his teeth. "God, baby. Listen to that pussy."

She sobbed. "Please-please-"

He leaned forward, mouth by her ear, one palm pressing firmly between her shoulder blades to keep her down. "You already came once. And you'll come again. I'll make sure of it."

He started moving. Long, hard strokes. Deep and mean. Not fast, not at first. Just deliberate. Each thrust punched a sound out of her, her cheek dragging against the sheets as her hands scrambled for something to hold onto.

"You were made for this," he growled. "Fucking built to take me."

His cock dragged across every swollen nerve inside her.

She sobbed again, wrecked, breathless.

"You don't even realise what you do to me, do you?"

Her fingers fisted in the bedding.

"Fucking ruined me the second I had you. And now? Now you walk around in my shirts with no bra and sit on my lap like I'm not gonna fuck the entire attitude out of you the second I get a chance."

She choked on a moan.

"And look at you now."

He slammed in harder, just once. She screamed.

"Look at you," he repeated, voice unraveling. "Face down, dripping for me, taking every inch like a good little toy."

"George-fuck-please-"

"What do you want, baby?" he cooed mockingly. "What are you begging for now?"

"I don't know-"

"Yes you do. Say it."

She gasped. "More."

"That's my girl."

He picked up the rhythm. Harder. Rougher. The sound of skin on skin obscene and constant.His hips slapped against her ass, the squelch of wetness audible with every punishing thrust, her cries nothing but desperate, broken fragments of his name.

"I can't- fuck-Georgie-"

"You can." He reached forward and grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up just enough to whisper right into her ear "You can take it. You're mine. And I'm going to fill this perfect cunt until I forget my own name."

She collapsed forward, shaking, wrecked. He let her fall. Then slammed into her again, grinding his hips deep, cock twitching inside her. She was a fucking mess, drooling on the pillow, crying into the sheets, legs spread wide like she'd never walk again.

"You close?" he rasped, thrusts stuttering.

She nodded frantically.

"Then come for me."

"I-I-"

"Now."

She came harder than the first time, screaming into the pillow, whole body tensing, cunt fluttering around him so tight he lost his rhythm.

George gasped, and then fucked her through it, hips stuttering as he groaned her name like a fucking prayer. And when she started crying again, he still didn't stop.

"Good fucking girl," he panted. "Took me so well. So perfect. I could stay inside you forever."

She whined, weak and breathless, unable to form words anymore. He pulled out slowly, and she collapsed to the side, legs twitching, pussy still fluttering from the overstimulation.

George kissed her shoulder. Her neck. Her cheek. "You okay, baby?"

She nodded. Couldn't speak. He ran a hand down her back. "Think you can take a little more?" She groaned. He leaned down, whispering, "I'll make it soft this time."

And then he smiled. Because she nodded.  She was still shaking. Face down in the sheets, cheeks wet, pussy wrecked, mind empty. But she wasn't scared. Not even overwhelmed.

She was just held, breathless, boneless, weightless, in the space between chaos and safety where George always caught her.

He kissed her shoulder. Her spine. Her hip. "Still with me?"

She nodded.

He smiled, pressing another kiss behind her ear. "You're perfect," he whispered. "You know that?"

She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes. He was still panting. Still hard. But now? His gaze was soft. Clear. Warm.

She nodded again. "I want more," she whispered.

He kissed her. And whispered back "Then roll over."

She lay on her side, legs parted, lips swollen, skin flushed.

George tucked himself in behind her, one long arm looping around her waist, the other stroking slowly over her thigh. His chest was warm against her back. His mouth nuzzled into her shoulder.

"I won't go fast this time," he promised. "Just want to feel you again."

She nodded. Whimpered when his hand slid down between her legs and he felt how wet she still was, soaked from two orgasms and the sheer weight of how he fucked her.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You stayed open for me."

He guided the head of his cock back to her entrance, already leaking, already desperate — and pushed in slow. She gasped, half in pain, half in pleasure, everything still too much and exactly what she needed.

"You okay?" he whispered.

She nodded. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He moved slowly, so slowly, grinding in deep, pulling out an inch, then pushing back in until she was full again.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed. "You're still so tight."

Her fingers clawed at the pillow.

"You take me so well," he praised, hips rolling. "Every time. So warm. So soft. Like your body was built for this."

She moaned, quiet, broken, completely gone for him.

"Breathe for me," he whispered. "That's it. Just feel it."

He slid his hand up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in lazy circles as his cock moved deep and slow. Every thrust was a fucking confession. "I love watching you fall apart," he whispered. "Love how your face looks when I stretch you open."

She sobbed, body trembling.

"You're doing so well," he breathed, kissing her neck. "You've done so well for me tonight. My girl. My beautiful, filthy girl."

She whimpered. "George-"

"I know, I know."

"I'm gonna-fuck-"

"Let it happen."

"I-I can't-"

"Yes. You can."

He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, pulling her back against him so every thrust hit that spot, cock dragging across her most sensitive nerves with the kind of rhythm that wrecked her on a soul level.

"Let it out," he whispered. "Cry for me."

And she did. Tears spilled as her body came undone, orgasm rushing through her silent at first, a held breath, a sob, a full-body tremble, and then with a choked scream into the pillow.

George held her through it. Slowed his thrusts. Stilled. Pressed his forehead to her shoulder and groaned as he followed her over the edge, hips jerking once, twice, then fully buried, cock twitching deep inside her as he came hard, panting her name like a broken record.

"Fuck-fuck-baby-"

When it was over, he stayed inside her. Wrapped around her. Just breathing. Just being there.

"Still alive?" he murmured, smiling into her shoulder.

She laughed, weak, raspy. "Barely."

"Good."

He pulled out slowly, carefully, and she hissed as the mix of cum and slick slid between her thighs. He rolled away just for a second, only to grab a warm towel from the en suite, already run under the tap. He cleaned her with so much gentleness it made her eyes sting again. Then crawled back into bed, pulling her into his chest like she was glass and gold at the same time.

They lay in silence. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her hip. Her head rested against his heartbeat.

"Hey," he murmured after a while.

"Yeah?"

"You did really good tonight."

She looked up at him. "I feel like I got hit by a fucking train."

He grinned. "A well-dressed, well-spoken train."

"Whose ego is as long as his dick."

He laughed, deep, wrecked, real. Then kissed her forehead, still grinning. "Seriously though," he said, softer now. "You were perfect. I don't deserve you."

She blinked. "George."

"Don't argue."

He held her tighter. "I just want you to know I see you. All of you. The bratty part. The sweet part. The part that cries when I talk too dirty. I see it all."

She swallowed. "You make me feel safe," she whispered. "Even when you fuck me stupid."

His smile dropped.

And his eyes , those sharp, crystal blue eyes, turned soft as silk. "Good." Then he kissed her, deep and slow. And didn't let go.

[faramirsonofgondor]

AU where a few weeks after Bruce takes in Dick (before Dick finds out about Bruce being Batman) he introduces Dick to the Star Wars movies. Dick quickly becomes enamored with Yoda, the tiny gremlin who cackles and talks weirdly and does a bunch of weird shit all the time. Dick is partially using this obsession to distract from his grief, but also he thinks Yoda is just really fucking dope. He builds a hidden shrine to Yoda in his room and whenever he’s having trouble with something he just says some weird shit like “Seek wisdom, I must” before running off to the shrine to think. Bruce follows him one day and is just like “wtf??? do i need to get an exorcist???” before Alfred reminds him that he’s a grown man running around in a bat costume.

When Dick finds out Bruce is Batman he insists on going out as Yoda, to which Bruce explains copyrighting and stuff. Dick eventually settles on going out as Robin, but his costume is like a mini version of Bruce’s except it’s the color of Yoda’s skin with a red cape, and claws attached to the hands and feet. Initially people find it funny but then they are very quickly terrified of the gremlin roaming the streets. Like sure a grown man in a bat costume who only grunts and beats up criminals is kinda scary. But a very obvious child who looks like he’s wearing Yoda’s skin, who talks like Yoda, does a bunch of fancy flips and cackles loudly, who also beats the shit out of criminals?? Fucking horrific.

Eventually a few months into their partnership, Bruce insists that Dick get a new suit because Batman is supposed to be intimidating one (he tells Dick it’s because of copyright issues). The first Robin suit is mostly forgotten, stashed away somewhere no one should ever find it. There no photos, not a shred of evidence that it ever existed beyond the few who remember it.

Then Bruce gets stuck in time, and Dick has to take on the mantle of Batman. Dick thinks he’s doing an okay job but it seems like criminals are becoming less and less afraid of him, which isn’t very helpful. Dick knows it’s probably because he can’t exactly shut off his “peppy” personality but he can’t think of any solutions. One day Damian makes some remark about how if Dick can’t even scare common criminals then he doesn’t deserve to be Batman. To Damian’s surprise, Dick agrees and suggests they swap mantles. Dick, on the other hand, has had what he believes is his most ingenius idea. Damian gets a bat suit fitted to his measurements, and waits patiently for Dick to come out in his newly fitted Robin suit. He is horrified by green monstrosity Dick walks out in. His escrima are now a dark brown - meant to look like Yoda’s staff.

“What is this, Grayson???”

“The original Robin suit, of course.”

Eventually they set out for patrol, though it takes a lot of time to convince Damian that Dick wasn’t lying about it being the original suit. Damian isn’t sure this tactic will work in scaring criminals and insists Dick needs a new suit. Dick gently shushes him with a “Quiet, You Will Be.” They finally come across a rogue, only for the criminal in question to start sprinting away with horrified screeches as the goons scattered fearfully. Dick chases them with a cackle, leaving Damian to deal with the goons, who immediately beg Damian to arrest them so long as they don’t have to deal with “that thing”. Damian decides not to protest about the suit anymore. Somehow Gotham’s crime rate drops 350% by the time Bruce returns. The rest of the Batfam is perplexed but nobody will say a word about it, not even the criminals. All they get is a relieved “thank god” from the rogues when the Batfam returns to their normal suits.

[simpfortheseven]

Randomly saw your post asking for lads fic requests so I'm shooting my shot! Can I get some exhausted Rafayel that is rlly barely holding it together (and let's say he still has stuff to do like an exhibition opening or deadline the next day) and MC taking care of him?

(If u want to ofc!) <3

Ahhh my inbox got FLOODED but i love the soft and tender fluff of taking care of someone stressed

Summary: Rafayels showcase opens tomorrow! Except there's a major problem..

As you tidied up the studio you glanced over at your boyfriend, Rafayel, who was currently yelling at someone over the phone. It was most likely Thomas, he was the only one Rafayel ever got mad at. Your boyfriend was normally calm, and riding the waves of life with a smile. But he took his art seriously.

“I don’t care, just find them!” Rafayel says as he hangs up the phone. He plops down on the couch, laying down and looking up at the ceiling.

“Honey?” You ask gently. “What happened?”

“They lost the entire collection. The truck is gone, they can’t find it,” Rafayel says bleakly.

“Oh my gosh-“ You sit next to him. “Honey, I’m so sorry,”

“I don’t have time to mope,” He sighs and stands. “I need to go have a virtual meeting with the gallery director about the lighting. The lighting for the paintings that won’t be there,”

Normally his sarcastic comments make you chuckle, but his face was giving away his true mood. Rafayel heads to his desk to get on the video call, and you're left stumped. You could go to the showcase and find the paintings, but you're sure that there's already so many staff looking. You could make food, but Rafayel needed more that a quick hit of food induced dopamine. Rafayel needed a solution.

You grab a nearby blank canvas. It was a small canvas, 10 x 8, but you weren't sure you could get anything bigger done in time. While Rafayel normally does oil glazing in his paintings, he had other paints. You settle on acrylics, their fast drying time being the better option.

You get to work, making something, anything that can hang in the showcase on Rafayel's behalf. An abstract painting with lines and curves, splatters, you put your love of him into every stroke.

As soon as it's done, you grab a hair dryer. You blast it on high, trying to get it to dry so you can seal it. Before you can, Rafayel comes in.

"Cutie-?" He tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"I made you something," You turn it around slowly. "It's not done yet, so don't judge.."

He looks it up and down, opening his mouth and then closing it. It's as if he cant find the words to describe the feeling in his heart.

"You made this for me?" He says quietly. His eyes are full of adoration as he looks over at you.

"Yes," You look down and mumble. "I thought it might be a good replacement for the work that went missing. I know its nothing like what you made, and its not big, and-"

"I love it," He cuts you off with a hug. "Its perfect, wonderful even!"

You sink into the hug sighing softly. Seeing him in a better mood makes your heart melt.

"You really have the best ideas, Cutie," He smiles, kissing your forehead. "I'll make it the center of my collection at the showcase! But wait, they cant keep this one, it's got to come back and be hung up here! I'll find the perfect place and buy a spot light!"

"Wait- the center? I thought they were all gone?"

"Oh yeah, they found all the paintings," He smiles cheerily at you. "But I'm not really worried about them."

"..You could have started with that, Honey,"

[mai505]

Now playing|| Friday I’m in love by The Cure

Favourite Fruit

or: Simon finding comfort through a sweet nurse

The dying cigarette hung from his nimble fingers. Breath cold as he puffed out the acid smoke his lung stinging from the after burn. His eyes flickered as the glass door cracked open with a screech yet he did not bother easing his head at the intruder of his peaceful silence.

“Oh pardon”

The soft voice displayed genuine apologies. This made him turn blocking in her direction he took in the character of his new companion.

Rosy cheeks even rosier lips a black jacket covering the out of place scrubs adoring her body. “ No worries” he coughed out. “ I don’t own this place do I”

His eyes connected once again with trees before him the grey concrete hospital behind it detouring the purity of the nature. Rustling from his left side turned him out as he lifted his head to her. She held a paper cup in her hands he assumed coffee. Caffeine the apparent solution for two hours of sleep between 12 hour shifts.

“Are you a patient” she asked breaking the oh so distant silence he craved right now. Her gaze suspiciously eyed the cigarette hanging between his lips. “ No” he uttered. “Oh you’re visiting?” She questioned cocking her head to the side. He puffed out the smoke filling his lungs as he took his time answering. “Friend got hurt I’m just here to check on him” he explained hoping this would ease her desire for interrogation. “Oh are they fine?” Her eyes seemed to widen ever so slightly. He furrowed his brows only chuckling darkly” he’s a big boy he can handle himself” the childish nickname laced in sarcasm.

She licked her lips only taking a daring sip of the brewing brought before once again placing it next to her, her tongue officially burned now. “ You’d be surprised how many “big boys” make a fuss over a simple injection.”

Her light laugh was enough for him to turn his attention to her. Her laugh was enthralling almost mesmerising. She was pretty. He knew that just like how any red blooded man would objectively judged her appearance. “ Well you must handle them quite well” he grunted out. Interested in the conversation yet not exactly making an effort to show said interest. “ Oh yeah” she huffed” tall strong men just like you coming in yet as soon as they see one syringe they start begging for a different option.” He grinned slightly “ hate to break it to you love but one small needle is not enough to scare me”

She gave him a look. Yet he wasn’t too sure ,if the slight sultry tint in her dark eyes was only his wishing imagination for attention from a beautiful woman or actually just her eyes. “That’s what they all say” she said barely under breath. “So what happend to your friend” she asked. Back to the questions he thought. He liked her more when she was insulting the male ego. “ got shot” he replied bluntly. While he was fully aware she was a civilian yet judging by the pale blue scrubs she clearly was a nurse so dealing with every day horrors were a Tuesday afternoon for her. Just like he suspected she barely showed any reaction” So just men being stupid men” she phrased sarcastically. “ Do you find pleasure in making men seem idiotic” he said this time the one asking the dubious questions. “You do it yourself I just hold up the mirror” she shrugged taking a sip out of the paper cup.

“ He got shot in the line of duty” he added. Finally she reacted yet not the way he hoped. “ what are you police or something” her eyes flickered to his. “ You sure have a lot of questions” he budged. “I’m a curious person what can I say and who knows maybe I’m just trying to socialise” He scoffed at the irony nothing this woman had said in the nimble minded conversation was serious. He knew she wouldn’t let him go the question still playing like fire in her eyes. “Military” he told her. “That’s interesting” she said clearly unaware of the topic of military.

Sure she had seen them on TV some stupid parades yet she wasn’t actually familiar with the military. If you asked her on the spot about it she would probably rant about the Second World War ,eventually dwelling into conspiracy theories of secret CIA missions she had found on one of her late night obsession shows searches.

Her absence of an answer irked him. He barely knew her five minutes yet in the talk entirely she had always answers in more than necessary detail. The silence ate her up as she let her mind wander to how the handsome stranger looked in uniform. “So when do you need to go back to ..” she cleared her throat silently racking her brain for answers” the place?” . That let him let out a small laugh” I don’t need to get back to base until Mactavish is better” Deciding against commenting on the name reveal she nodded understandingly. “ so are you like a general or something” she was painfully unaware. “I’m a lieutenant love” he smiled slightly at her curious gaze. “ is that good?” She asked “ good enough” he answered. Silence one again engulfed them.

“ What’s your favourite fruit” she asked. His brows furrowed at the question pondering whether she was serious or not. “ I don’t know” he muttered “Apple?” “ Oh so you’re painfully boring” she declared. “What that supposed to mean” his eye snapped to hers “ Well isn’t Apple a bit… basic” she questioned. “ Didn’t know a fruit could be considered basic” he took another drag of the cigarette. “ oh no but there’s a psychology behind it” she set the cup aside. “Do tell dear” he smiled irony dripping from his tongue.

“ Apple is something everyone had tried had or at least tasted. We will exclude allergies for this hypothesis.” She explains” but if someone tells you their favourite fruit is something you can’t imagine something you never heard of and have never tried or even something you have never had the pleasure of trying that could only mean they are absolutely exiting as a person right ?” She gazes hopefully at him. With every word he had gotten increasingly concerned not only for her but also his sanity. Had his life really fallen that deep that he now sat here listening to a nurse talk about the psychology of favourite fruits. Well sure his toster was broken and yes he hadn’t visited his apartment in the last six months as his will for life was slowly fading along with the growing winters in Moscow where his latest mission had been. But surely he was still so sane. After realising that the woman was still looking at him as if he would grade her “hypothesis” he shook himself out do the thoughts of his dead toaster.

“ Are you sure you studied nursing?” He broke the tension. Her smile fell.” You’re incredibly rude for someone whose favourite fruit is apple” he stuck out the cigarette next to him slipping the butt into the grass. “ Alright missy then what your favourite fruit?” He got incredibly closer. “Mango” she answers not missing a beat. “And I assume that isn’t considered “basic” he cocked a brow. “Oh no try getting mangos during November I wanna see how far you get without the black market” she countered. “ So unavailability makes it superior” he asked. “ well unavailability always makes something better” his eyes swam” I don’t think I follow”

She once again picked up the cup it seeming more of a disliked toy than actual drink” so you know the saying “you always want what you can’t have”

He nodded is head slightly. “ Well I feel like this is one of those saying where you just always say they are rules of life. “ So people always crave what they can’t have ?” He asked automatically. “Well yes I mean no one is actually always completely happy or not ?” She blinked at him” one always craves more it’s the reason for overconsumption and overspending but I mean that a completely different thing” she chuckled lightly. “And what does the unavailability of mango have to do to with being an exiting person” he asked. His brain screaming at him to stop invoking himself into this conversation. It was an absolute lost case maybe this said a lot about his sanity. Yet he knew right then she was probably someone who spent their time reading philosophy books only to end up overthink their every life existence. She shrugged “ easy, an exiting person someone who searches for let’s say adventure. They look for new experiences something that is theoretically not available or even possible in their current situation so they crave the unavailable.”

At the end she smiled innocently as if she hadn’t turned his afternoon into a complicated talk and a drowning headache. Her phone buzzed loudly interrupting her previous grinning time.” Well that my cue” she reached to turn it off “ it was nice meeting you..?” “Simon” he hesitated”My names Simon” “ Mai, nice meeting you” she got up dusting off her clothes slightly before smiling one again him noticing the dimple in her cheek for the first time” wish your friend good health” she said before she turned on her heel leaving Simon with a though filed head and an empty cardboard cup her slight lipstick stain aesthetically echoing against the white lid. He blocked slightly grabbing his packet from beside him leaving aswell.

[nikito0x]

Time Travel Crack(-ish?) TGCF AU

Xie Lian accidentally travels to the past, taking over his own younger (child's) body.

He opens his eyes and he is very confused for a hot second, recognizing all his surroundings and wondering what in his husband's lovely name is happening, when, suddenly, he hears familiar bells and light is engulfing him.

Less than five minutes after arriving into the past, he has ascended. As a child.

Luckily he manages to mostly understand his situation and get himself together for long enough to consider his options and what he should do next.

Gods - gawking, whispering - surround him, child-like emotions overtake him and his rational mind comes up with the best solution he can think of on such a short notice.

Xie Lian jumps from Heaven back to Earth.

He will be known as the first child to have ascended. His legend will spread throughout the land. And, while mortal again, his prowess with spiritual energy will be unmatched. But that is for later. After he finishes crying about his missing husband.

When he lands back down to the mortal realm, tears running down his cheeks and a babbled explanation at hand about too many strangers surrounding him, the people and the heavens assume the poor kid didn't really know he ascended to godhood. In his eyes, he heard an earsplitting ringing of a bell, then got struck by what looked to be lightning, and finally got surrounded by a bunch of gawking strangers. Of course the poor kid got scared!

Everyone seemed a little dismayed at the misunderstanding, knowing that now he has jumped down he cannot go back to heaven unless he ascends again. But that's impossible... Right?

In the next years to come the prince would ascend a couple more times... And he would continue jumping down to the mortals... Again and again. But this time with a sack full of excuses.

"Doesn't heaven need their gods to be more educated before they are given this great responsibility?" He would question, three years after his first ascension, at the age of 10.

"My people need me more than heaven needs another god," He would declare, another three years after his second ascension, at the age of 13.

At his fourth ascension at the age of 15, the young prince would just groan in annoyance, turn around and stomp off towards the exit, chiding heaven itself, "I still have work to do, damn it! Leave me alone!"

The people of Xianle make a parade for each time the prince ascends, wondering when he will accept his rightful place. Temples are built in his name. Tales of his character and good deeds spread like wildfire.

With each ascension, Xie Lian's spiritual powers also grew to match. He could hear prayers, though he wasn't officially recognized as a god.

Jun Wu... Jun Wu is flabbergasted to say the least...

Xie Lian, in the meantime, prays for patience from his husband that isn't quite himself yet.

And little Hong Hong-er suddenly wakes from a deep sleep, quite confused, "...Patience??" He goes back to sleep.

What about the gods? What do they think of all this?

One thinks, "The prince's sleeping robes are quite exquisite. I should take note and acquire similar wears for myself!"

Another ponders, "How is the bell still whole if it falls every couple of years with his ascensions? Can a bell be in love with a living being?" The civil god starts researching.

A third one pathetically tries to spread rumors about the prince because he is jealous that this youngling ascended so young when he barely managed it in his 40/50's. He fails miserably.

A fourth one is tired of trying to chase him down so the prince would finally take over his godly duties. How do they miss him every time!?!?

A martial god wants to fight him to test her battle prowess.

Most of the rest? Well, they are deluded they'll manage to convince him to marry them once he ascends again and finally decides to stay.

Hong Hong-er suddenly feels the overwhelming urge to slaughter some gods. What is that number that floats around in his mind? 33? 35? Maybe he's imagining it...

And Xie Lian? He misses his husband. Feng Xin and Mu Qing think he's a good person & friend if a bit eccentric, praying to his non-existent husband and all...

As for Xie Lian's parents... Well. There is an old saying. If you cannot assuage the tide, then follow its current.

In other words. If you can't beat them, join them.

TBC?

[hyperlexichypatia]

Because I talk a lot about antipsychiatry/ Mad liberation/ neurodiversity/ abolition, I get a lot of people asking for advice about their emotional distress or "mental health" issues, and, like... I am not good at giving advice on that. I'm not. And... I mean, look, I don't want to say I don't care. As a person, I care. I don't want you to be suffering! I care about that! But it's not... really relevant to the topic.

It's more like. If someone is talking about the social and political construction of marriage as a legal and economic institution, property rights, and the marriage equality movement, and you jumped in to ask "My wife and I fight all the time, do you think we should get divorced?" Like. That's a valid question! And maybe you should seek advice on that! But it's not actually The Topic.

And when I'm talking about the social construction of "mental health" and psychiatric oppression and the legal and cultural implications of conceptualizing cultural issues as a function of "the brain" and the invocation of "the brain" and "intelligence" and "mental health" moral panic to justify infringement of civil liberties... and you ask me "But I'm really depressed, so what should I do about that?" Like. It's not that I don't care! I do care! I don't want you to be depressed! It's just not that relevant to what I'm talking about, and also, I'm absolutely, I cannot emphasize this enough, supremely unqualified to give advice on that topic.

To be abundantly clear, I don't mean that I'm unqualified to give advice on that topic because you should ask a therapist or psychiatrist instead. My whole point is that they also probably won't help you with this. But that doesn't mean I can. I mean. For me personally, my entire strategy for dealing with emotional distress is a degree of emotional repression that would make Surak of Vulcan say "I think you're taking this a little far." But for some reason I'm not supposed to go around recommending that strategy.

But if I say that, then I get "Oh-HO, so you throw stones at psychiatry, but you don't offer any alternative solutions to the problem!" which. To be clear. I don't accept the framing of. I don't believe that the intent or function of psychiatry is to solve the problem of emotional distress. The intent and function of psychiatry is to classify humans into Correct and Incorrect Cognition-Types, and draw boundaries around which Cognition-Types are so Incorrect that those people can ethically be stripped of all human rights. Any effect, positive or negative, on emotional distress, is purely incidental. And, you see, I do, in fact, have an alternative solution to the problem -- the alternative solution is to abolish the concept of Correct and Incorrect Cognition-Types and extend human rights to all humans. I don't feel especially obligated to come up with an "alternative solution" for human emotional distress, because that's a largely unrelated problem.

But I hate saying this to people who ask me for advice on emotional distress, because it sounds like I'm saying I don't care about your problems. I do care. It's just not what I know about or can particularly offer any insight into.

[prncessrindou]

ran was making it so hard for you to concentrate on your studies.

“why are you sitting there staring at me?” you asked. without even looking at him, you could feel his eyes staring daggers at you and it was quite annoying.

ran smirks, “cuz you’re pretty.. is it a problem to admire my pretty girlfriend?”

you roll your eyes. “do you have anything else better to do?”

“like what?”

“oh, i don’t know.. maybe hanging out with that gang of yours or getting on rindou’s nerves instead…” you replied.

“the gang is chilling today and rin is with his girlfriend, so that’s out of the question.” ran responds. “it almost seems like you don’t want me here or something.”

“you’re right, i don’t.” you say nonchalantly.

“cool..” ran gets up from your bed and begins to walk out of your room. you almost shedded tears when you saw he really was about to leave.

“rannnn, stop! come back! i didn’t mean that!” you sobbed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him backwards.

ran couldn’t help but enjoy this by smirking once again. “thought you said you wanted me gone..?”

“no.. i— i’m just frustrated,” you explain, “finals are coming up and i’m trying to study as hard as i can so i can pass ‘em.”

your boyfriend then wraps his arms around you and hugs you, “my poor baby, you’re burning yourself out. lemme help you out with that.” ran says, rubbing circles on your back.

you look at him and shake your head, “you just want some pussy and i have no time to be slacking off like that!”

“but maybe some dick will be the solution to your problems.”

you thought about it — it has been awhile since you and ran fooled around, with you being busy and focused on school. honestly, it wouldn’t hurt if you did have sex with him right now . . maybe then all that frustration will be thrown out the window.

you deeply sigh, but then out of nowhere you smashed your lips against ran’s lips. he was genuinely caught off guard by your actions but he wasn’t against any of it either.

“make me forget about those finals for now..” you whispered into his mouth, “think you can do that for me?”

ran nodded his head and smiles. “oh hell yeah, baby.” he said, grabbing and squeezing your ass, “i’ll make you forget everything.”

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Aurynn: Yeah, sure, but 1. He will be so insufferably smug about it and 2. He don’t work for free baby so you gon’ owe him a favor. ❤️

+

Also L still would not be sure any of this is worth it and is going to eventually have to start telling mc they’re gonna have to cough up a favor for this shit :( (and by that I mean they want like 20 uninterrupted minutes of staring luridly at mc 👍).

Combining these two answers with the anti-medicine scheming MC...

(Yes, im still the same anon who sent the first ask about it, I hope you don't mind me coming back to it so often)

... This just creates a web where all of the three end up owing each other favors LMAO. My mc would not mind owing favors, favors for them in this specific setup are not about getting what they want and more like a fun way to track "scores". (This will totally not trigger a competition, right?) They hope it will

But also, now that they've got favors on their hands, if Aurynn is being especially insistent on embarrassing them when they don't really feel like it, they can and will threaten him with the awful activity that is Doing Chores. Don't fucking test them, or they will also add PAPERWORK on top of it. And if that's not enough, they might as well use catsitting Farwah as a second add on. Ohhh, and put a timer on it all. He fails - he owes double the favors MC just cashed in. Downright evil.

Can't think of anything so drastic for L. Maybe just cash in one in to make them do the opposite of what they'd ask - not allowed to look at mc at all for 20 minutes. They try to turn or cheat and MC catches them - timer resets.

That's probably the wildest they'll get with it tbh. For all those threats and shittalking they do they'd only ask for something that those two either would've have done regardless anyway, have already done for MC before, or something MC could ask them to do even without cashing in a favor. Or roping them in into different schemes MC is setting up (like the letter thing during the library access talk), because it surely would be too suspicious for MC to be involved everywhere personally...

+ that ask about taking our own tonics and L getting their own... That would be a great solution if they get caught by Samira. Calmed down her wrath at least a little and kept the game alive, even roped another person in!!! She gotta make L double the tonics if she forces both MC and Aurynn to take theirs after catching them tho. Because its hilarious to watch L downing not just one but two of her tonics in a row L will surely catch on that there's now only one dosage. Trust them, it's absolutely necessary.

Chores, paperwork, AND cat sitting for Aurynn????? 😨😨 That’s pure evil.

Also very fucked up to force L not to be allowed to stare at MC. 😨😨 I can just imagine L fidgeting the whole time and then getting caught peeking only for MC to so cruelly reset the timer to their utter dismay, the poor suffering little wretch. 😔💔 And then just flopping their head down onto the table and burying it beneath their arms with a whine. L: has it been 20 minutes yet???? :( MC: it’s only been thirty seconds. L: …oh my fucking gods 😨

Also ain’t no fucking WAY L is downing two tonics in a row 🤢 unless they’re getting something really good out of this at this point. You’re taking them out on a date immediately after. 🫵😠 And they get to stare AS MUCH AS THEY WANT.

[grapejuicebrat]

back to friends

It starts with a lie.

He says, “Hey.”

You say, “I’m good.”

And you both pretend that’s enough.

⸻

You haven’t seen Rafe Cameron since he slammed your car door on a Wednesday night in April and never opened it again.

Spring turned into summer without him.

You dyed your hair. You started wearing rings. You slept on the right side of your bed instead of the middle.

Your friends started saying things like “I’m so proud of you.”

But none of it mattered the second you saw him in that shitty gas station parking lot in OBX, leaning against his truck like heartbreak hadn’t ever touched him.

The same tousled hair. That smug, sideways smile.

And a bottle of Coke pressed to his bottom lip like it had taken your place.

⸻

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he says.

You want to say, I live here too, Rafe.

But instead you just shrug. “Didn’t think you looked at me anymore.”

He doesn’t flinch. He never does.

“We were better as friends,” he says. “Weren’t we?”

You snort. “We were never friends. We were a habit.”

His jaw ticks. He looks away.

You walk to your car. You don’t look back.

⸻

You last four days.

Four days of pretending you don’t still check if he views your stories.

Four days of lying to your best friend, saying, No, I’m over it. I swear.

Four days of trying to delete his playlist but stopping halfway through every time because some part of you still thinks maybe he’ll come back.

⸻

He texts you on the fifth day.

Rafe: You busy?

You: Do you care?

Rafe: Always did.

Stupid.

So stupid.

But you go anyway.

⸻

He’s sitting on the hood of his truck when you get there. The dock near Figure Eight where you first kissed. Where he told you he’d never felt like this before.

Now he looks up like nothing’s changed, like your history isn’t sitting in the passenger seat of your car with its arms crossed and a gun to your heart.

“I missed you,” he says, voice low.

“No, you didn’t,” you answer. “You missed how I made you feel.”

He exhales through his nose. Nods once. “You’re not wrong.”

You sit beside him.

It’s quiet.

It always was, with Rafe. Everything loud in the world — but never between you. The screaming happened in silence. The worst pain came without words.

“You look happy,” he says.

You blink. “Do I?”

“No,” he admits. “Not really.”

⸻

You talk for two hours.

About nothing. About everything.

He tells you Topper still can’t keep a girlfriend. That Sarah moved again. That he stopped drinking during the week.

You nod. Pretend you aren’t noticing how his hand keeps brushing yours.

And then he says it.

“Let’s just go back to friends.”

You freeze.

He looks at you like it’s a solution.

Like it’s a fix.

But friendship was never what broke.

It was the in-between. The almost.

The I love yous that never made it past his teeth.

So you say the cruelest thing you can muster in the softest voice:

“You don’t want to be my friend, Rafe.”

He stiffens.

You continue, “You want me close enough to keep, but not enough to lose. You want someone who will stay when you disappear. I was that. I’m not anymore.”

He doesn’t look at you. Not right away.

Then: “You really done?”

You nod, even though your throat closes around it.

He nods back.

And that’s it.

No kiss.

No fight.

No screaming or slamming doors.

Just two people pretending to rewind something that broke in the fast-forward.

⸻

You get in your car.

Drive away with your windows down.

The breeze doesn’t help.

Nothing does.

He texts you later that night.

Rafe: If we can’t go back to friends, do I lose you for good?

You type. Delete. Type again.

And finally, you send:

You already did.