#alex writes content

[butch-blu-scout]

hi!!! if your requests are still open could you write something with scout x reader 🤞 maybe some angst if you're up for it??? (im a sucker for angst) thank u !! 🐌

Hi! Of course they're still open! This is actually the first ask I've gotten in a while lol. Feel free to send in more if you have other ideas ^-^

I've never been very good at angst but here's my best shot. It's very dramatic. My other idea for this was infidelity but I thought that might be too sad (however if anyone wants to see that feel free to send a request).

Thank you to @schlong69420 for helping me brainstorm.

Warnings for: insecurity, angst and feels (to the best of my abilities)

Word Count: 760

Scout often wondered about how people really felt about him. I mean, really felt. Sure, some of his teammates called him annoying, or treated him like a little brother- but he knew that was all in good faith. At least they'd tell him to screw off to his face if he got too annoying.

But it was harder to figure things out when it came to folks outside the team, and by "folks" I mean his partner, and by "his partner" I mean you.

Scout had been particularly energetic today, way more than usual. He had been chatty to everyone, including you. He was all over the field, hardly able to concentrate of the objective. He ran to every explosion, every shout, anything that he heard immediately grabbing his attention. It was frustrating for everyone on the team, even Scout was getting annoyed with his own inability to focus.

It was safe to say that they lost the match.

After the match everyone had glared at him whenever he tried to lighten the mood. Usually it worked, but today not so much. But he kept trying.

"Hey ya know- those guys were prolly cheatin' anyway. So really-" Scout was cut off.

"Son- will you just can it?" Engie snapped, "We lost. Everyone knows it's your fault. Everyone else has accepted it, you need to do the same before you get a black eye."

That shut him up real quick.

That was Scout. He tried all the time to be there for everyone else, to lighten the mood, to make everyone feel a bit better. Even if he was the butt of the joke. It was just who he was. But today... he just felt like he was too much. For anyone. Even you.

You hadn't seen Scout since he'd left the showers. Usually after he hit the showers, you both headed straight to his room to hang out, watch movies, whatever. But when you knocked on the door he wasn't there. You'd even double checked to make sure he wasn't just asleep, but he wasn't there. Which was odd for him.

You went searching, checking the kitchen, and the lounge area, The garage, even the Med-Bay, but he wasn't there. Nobody seemed to know where he went either, that or they were still too pissy to want to find him.

You were almost to Sniper's camper when you finally spotted him. You had turned around to check for critters when you saw the glint of something on the roof of the base. Dogtags. It didn't take much walking to see the small dash of bright red curled up on the roof.

Climbing up the roof was quick work if you knew where the secret ladder was (it was in Sniper's room, which he never used). It wasn't hard to sneak up behind Scout either. He was too lost in his thoughts (usually a bad thing when it came to Scout).

"Hey baby," You sat down next to him. He jumped at your sudden intrusion, he calmed fairly quickly though. Scout was still wrestling with his pent up energy, made obvious by the tapping of his leg and his other little fidgets.

"Hey sweetheart, ya scared me. What uh, what bring ya up here?" He asked.

"Oh, well I was looking for you." You explained, "You disappeared after the match today. I though we were gonna watch a movie tonight?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry I um.. Just needed to clear my head. Didn't wanna keep botherin' anybody."

"Scout."

"What?"

" What's going on with you hm? You're not usually like this."

"It's- I just- It's nothin' really," He scratched the back of his neck, "I'm just being a lot today, and I know it. And I can't even help myself 'cause I don't realize it until it's too late. And then everyone's pissed off at me. And I already pissed everybody off by losin' the damn match, and I really didn't feel like pissin' you off too. 'Cause I knew you wouldn't tell me if I got too annoyin'- 'cause I know you. And I'm probably pissin- you off right now with alla this and I should just stop fuckin' talkin' but I can't and I-"

You wrapped your arms around him gently.

The two of you sat up there for a while, watching the stars. You let Scout talk about everything and nothing, just to get it out of his system. Because, yeah, he could be annoying, and he could be a lot, but that didn't make you love him any less.

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I hope this was good, or at least filled some of your itch for angst ^-^. Sorry that it's kinda short. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for sending a request :)

[marbl3-v0rt3x]

❤️ Nina Headcanons ❤️

She is probably my all time favorite Creepypasta characters and I think about her literally all the time, so I thought that I'd write out some of my headcanons to share ^-^

I'd like to just put a little trigger warning here because my depiction of Nina is a bit more realistic/gritty, and there will be frank talk of death, violence, and mental health issues (OCD, psychosis, and delusions). It's not particularly gorey or cruel, but if that makes you uncomfortable than this post isn't for you.

Anyways, these are just my headcanons and you don't have to agree with any of them. I'm just here to have fun and think about my blorbos :)

-I think Nina was raised by a single mother after her father walked out on the family

-Nina’s father left due to his mental illness and his own delusions that he was suffering (schizoaffective disorder and OCD)

-In my opinion, Nina suffers from Delusional disorder. Specifically suffering heavily from erotomania and grandiose symptoms . I think it’s both induced genetically (from her father, she inherited his OCD) and environmentally (the loss of her friends and the bullying she suffered). Her delusions obviously revolved around Jeff, and caused her to obsessively research him constantly. She felt like if she didn’t keep up with every detail about him that he wouldn’t love her anymore.

-Nina usually researched Jeff’s killing online because she didn’t have access to things like police radio. Usually she trolled websites like 4chan, reddit, liveleak, etc. Anywhere that like- gore and/or internet detectives would lie, she was there. She managed to track him across the country by regularly taking part in message boards and things like that. 

-This is all starting at the age of like 13-14. It definitely got worse over the years until she was 16 (which is when her story takes place in my headcanon) when Jeff actually showed up to KILL her because he thought that she was a cop who was close to catching him. When it turned out not to be the case, he decided to pour bleach on her etc as like- a test?

-Of course, this only ended up furthering her delusions and caused her to have a total mental breakdown. Which of course led to her cutting her face and killing her family. 

-After that, she packed a bag, took her laptop and pretty much just ran away into the woods to find a place to hideout/research on where Jeff went next. 

-For a while she essentially followed Jeff to town after town, trying to show him that she had become just like him. At this point she was fully delusional and in a psychotic state. 

-She actually ended up getting a mouth infection because of her cuts, and had to go to a hospital where her psychosis was properly diagnosed. Once the doctors had treated the infection and stitched up her mouth, they called the cops

-However, instead of being sent to jail, she was placed into a psychiatric ward because her attorney made the case for insanity.

-While awaiting a proper trial (she’s 18 at this point in the story) she has a breakthrough and is able to break out of her psychosis. The delusion is harder to break out of, but she does manage to push it down into her mind (which is why she is always conflicted when thinking about Jeff. The delusion is not fully gone, but she keeps trying to push it away and force herself to act “normal”)

-After breaking out of her psychosis, she escapes the mental hospital. Grabbing her shit and literally just bolting, however this time, she wants Jeff’s attention for a different reason. 

-Nina essentially goes from town to town breaking into houses and killing people to try and lure Jeff out to her again in order to kill him. But anytime he gets too close (or really anywhere near her) she freaks out and either skips town or goes quiet for a while. She doesn’t really know what would happen if she actually came face to face with Jeff (if she would fall right back in love or kill him on the spot. She’s kind of scared to find out because that would mean her life’s purpose would be completely gone.)

-She can’t escape her obsession with Jeff, and is constantly reminded of her obsession whenever he comes up. She also feels a compulsion to kill due to OCD, and that if she doesn’t kill people he will forget about her entirely. Her OCD also flares up when stabbing people (if she doesn’t stab someone a certain amount of times it won’t be right or it won’t get Jeff’s attention.)

-She doesn’t really kill out of love anymore, and now more or less kills people as bait.

-She is still a very bubbly and vibrant person, and she is extremely extroverted. She enjoys talking to people, especially when she has good days and doesn’t feel the compulsion to kill.

-I think that Nina is obsessed with scene fashion because It reminds her of her childhood and lets her reclaim the parts of her childhood that she feels like she missed out on.

-I headcanon Nina as being half-mexican on her mom’s side, and that she inherited a lot of her mental health issues from her father (who left due to his own delusions that he was suffering.)

[xx-corpsegirl-xx]

A poem that I’ve been thinking about for a while

He asked me

“Are you alright?”

And in that moment

I felt my blood rushing to my fingertips

I felt my hair touching the back of my neck

I felt my ankles ache and pop

I felt my tongue in my mouth

I felt my sweat sticking to my skin

I felt my heart pound in my chest

I felt my body, fully and completely

And I responded

“I’m alive.”

[aliennachos]

I so desperately require a sub species of whump categorized by watching a character slowly but surely lose their shit

Hear me out, (you're on Tumblr you probably want to get in on this anyway)

You could fill more than two silos at the very very least with the ragdoll bodies of characters this should apply to. Think along the lines of CryOfFear, the earlier seasons of Hannibal, even pathologic would fit in this if you look at it in the right way (I'll just be tagging a shit load of characters I've slathered this on)

This shit would still apply to characters that weren't okie dokie to begin with. Look me in my eyes and tell me lord protector Corvo Attano was an entirely stable man before the events of dishonored 1. I'm sorry, prison and torture or not, normal people don't jump to inter dimensional sugar babying and eating rats that quickly

Usually this trope doesn't even have to be angst-y, I have seen more than 6 people refer to Corvo as "rat dilf" and I find that fucking hilarious

[matryoshkalex]

i forgot i started this in like april and never finished bc i got super busy with tmaynt but i suddenly remembered and finished it this week!!

i watched 2003 when i was in like? middle school and same as it never was stayed with me and was one of my favorite episodes because ive always been a fan of the darker and more angsty stuff. so i thought about 2012 in the sainw timeline and couldnt get it out of my head so. here they are. two versions because i couldnt decide which background i liked more

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Book Thoughts: Ellen and Oscar

Re-reading RWRB and thinking about Oscar and Ellen. The thing is book Ellen and Oscar's relationship scares me because it's like the worst-case scenario of my own parents (they're a lot better now but covid was hell) So I understand it.

Ellen and Oscar are soulmates. As in they are both intelligent, stubborn and headstrong. They are very similar people. Unfortunately this is a case where it's like forcefully pushing two North ends of a magnet together: Ellen in particular wants and needs a complimentary relationship instead of collaborative relationship, which is why Leo works for her: Leo is meek compared to Oscar. He really just listens and generally agrees with Ellen. His appearances are limited in the book but when he does show up he doesn't really have his own opinion. Ellen wants/needs someone who won't speak up against her.

Honestly? I, kinda feel sad for Oscar. He said it himself, "We're both too fucking proud. But God, that woman. Your mother is, without question, the love of my life. I'll never love anyone else like that." It's sad to know that he never stopped loving Ellen while vice versa isn't true, and to know that she's it for Oscar.

When it comes to parenting I honestly think Oscar is the better parent. It was really shitty of him to leave without telling Alex and June and that evidently really hurt Alex til this day, but when it comes to the other parent things? I was re-reading/listening to Chapter Four today when he goes to DC for Christmas, and both Alex and June are so much more comfortable with him. Part of that is probably because he doesn't carry the inherent pressure of being the fucking president, but part of it is that he really cares about his kids as they are. Ellen downplays June's passion for journalism and pressures her into a political job that she didn't want at all, while Oscar "raved about June's latest blog post for The Atlantic". Ellen immediately started piling up all the political consequences of firstprince literally minutes after Alex plucked up the courage to come out to her while Oscar gave him relationship advice. This isn't to say Ellen isn't a good mother, she is flawed, as Oscar is, as all parents are. But if we're looking at non-crisis moments, Oscar's actions are more comfortable for his children.

There's a reason June initially wanted to go to California and be close to her dad. Yesterday I talked a little about how I hated how Ellen and Alex treated June at the earlier chapters of the book. Well in the rest of the book it's implied that she has a much closer relationship with Oscar, jumping into his arms when he arrives at the White House, him picking her up and spinning her when they arrive at the lakehouse.

Either way, Ellen and Oscar clash becasue they're too alike, and my opinion is that Ellen tends to fan the flames more, see Christmas dinner where Oscar suggests campaigning with them to help and she immediately shoots it down with "you can't be serious". Anyways, the children suffer the most. And uh, speaking from experience here, that shit never goes away. My parents are still together and are a lot better compared to the past, but I flinch at any sound of argument/angry yelling because of all of their fighting.

And there's this one paragraph in the book: "Even before Alex's parents split, they both had a habit of calling him by the other's last name when he exhibited a particular trait. They still do. When he runs his mouth off to the press, his mom called him into her office and says ' get your shit together Diaz.' When his hard-headedness gets him stuck, his dad texts him, 'Let it go, Claremont'" and God that's so shitty? To know, to be reminded that one parent hates the part of you that is from the other parent. Even if that's not what Ellen and Oscar's intention is, that's what it feels like, and it's really, fucking, shitty.

I wonder how would book Alex feel if he know that there was an alternative universe out there where his family was functional. I wonder how would he feel if he knew that movie Alex doesn't have his loving sister, but has loving, gentle parents who have a healthy, functional relationship.

My guess, is that he would say that he'd choose his life and his sister no matter what, and he means it because he does love June, but deep down a part of him would be jealous of movie Alex for having a smaller but healthier and happier family.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER ELEVEN POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[lizardaintwizardbutawitch]

I haven't talked about my daughter in a while (Miri), so I will now proceed to do a general timeline of things she does in the Sitcom AU during each major arc.

(Was it ever agreed on what the first arc was called?)

She appears every so often at Alex's house, she and Clyde bond immediately and both make Alex so tired and miserable (dw, they eventually join in on the mischief after they and Clyde have more trust in each other).

She gets in on the loop about the Lankmann Foundation, the patients and Winfrey. Ready from minute one to come barging in and leaving 200 injured and 30 dead (Not yet, Miri).

World's Worst Road trip / The fugitive arc

Miri stays in Eastridge at first, due to being at her home, and she is SO Mad about the days after. She and her family get questioned by the police, since they had the most contact with Alex as far as they knew. Her parents buy into the narrative of Alex being a criminal, but did not know them enough to be helpful, it just makes Miri more annoyed hearing her parents trash talk about a person she cares for.

She goes out every day to tear up or vandalize wanted posters, gets to school only to hear her classmates whisper bad things about her friend (and sometimes her, but that does not bother her as much) and at night she locks herself up into her room, hoping that wherever Alex and Clyde went, they are safe.

At some point, she meets up with Clyde and prepares to run away with its help (She gets to meet Alex again too!) and then the three continue on their journey, running from the police and the foundation.

I have some fun ideas for when they are at Simon's barn, all I will say for now is that, Alex is used to Miriam's shenanigans, Clyde enables them and Simon is terrified for the safety of this child (The Flock likes her a lot).

The Asylum raid arc

I've seen both options of either Alex or Clyde being taken by the foundation as well as scenarios of them just breaking in, for the purposes of this, we have a kidnapped Alex.

Miri is devastated and FURIOUS, but Clyde HARD refuses to let her go to save them. She stays at the barn for approximately 10 minutes before booking it and going armed with a metal pipe she found.

The moment she enters, everything is already chaotic, but all she needs to know is: The masked men are the bad guys, hit them in the knees then on their heads. She goes feral and every caretaker she sees is on the ground unconscious or bleeding out after.

After the raid, Alex (human or veldigun, I am open to both options), Winfrey and all the patients and so on are saved. Everything is okay again.

[shutupspyboy]

guyys where are my Kyra fans like I understand book fans might not like her but where are my people who watched the series first and are equally obsessed surely there's someone

[punkrockscully]

The “We Had a Very Special Moment At the Paradiso Last Time We Were There” To “Rolling Your Eyes Back in Your Head” Pipeline

2008

You don’t know what makes you do it. Or, you know, of course you know— wildness of a good show, well done recklessness kindling a punchy fire in your gut and him, swirling in the basins and cavities of your body, in between all your cracks like a haunted origami house.

He lives there, has lived there for three years; scaffolding each other, same-level weirdness, communing, tussling, skirting a circle’s never-end. Knees touching like hands held across the world, cranking out identity-structural foundations and saying things like your love is standing next to me.

His eyes liquefy, almost-black against all that pale, a string’s tangle-hold between you—your pinky to his, and you think the string is red as the inside of his mouth.

You want to find out but he beats you to it, tugs that string toward him and you go, punch-drunk cherries in your cheeks until mouths quick as carnivals—there and gone in a Paris summer—you met under small-morning stars to speak in code, unfastened hand-strung hearts and gave them to each other.

He gives you a little tap over yours, now, as if saying ready? and you nod, still reeling from a hitch in his breath for your delectation, an unintentional exhilaration of life’s little vexes left for you like a gift.

2016

He puts his arm around your neck, fist pressed close to your throat, and you forget where you are— your eyes roll back in your head like two little marbles with a mind of their own.

For a split second you’re in his bed, against a wall, on the floor—doesn’t matter— lashes fluttering, you see red behind your eyelids, a nownownow kind of languid urgency contradictory in its creases and sighs.

You could slide down his body to the floor right now and he’d let you do it, dreamy-eyed close-up jumping through hoops to be together, elaborately glazed gazes and gagging for it in front of thousands—laugh-track foreplay all curves from the get-go, thighs and hips and rolling eyes under dimmable lights.

Fanfare; strangers screaming your names jolts you from tongue-tied reveries of early-morning body-warmed sheets, graceful flicking wrists, gilded eyes hazy and you, flayed apart by your own name said low in your ear honey-sweet.

You are cloud-bound, invincible, but even the best boys must come back down from catchable paradise.

2008 based on this post, 2016 based on this performance

for @ladyfauxhawk, hiya :)

[callsignfangs]

I literally just CANT when people write about Alex but not Farah?? like how can you write about him but not the woman he was completely ready to sacrifice his life for??????

(HE LITERALLY WALKED INTO THAT ROOM CONVINCED HE WOULDNT COME BACK OUT DONT EVEN TALK TO ME THEY TEAR ME TO PIECES. HE JUST WANTED HER APPROVAL. LITERALLY ONE WORD AND HE WALKED INTO A BUILDING SET TO GO BOOM. AND HE LOST A LEG BC OF IT. AND PROCEEDED TO STAY WITH FARAH??? AND HER BROTHERS N SISTERS?!???????? IM IN TEARS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH PLEASE)

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Resistance Alt: Chewtoy / Healer and Handler Crossover

What if : Chewtoy!Ari was assigned as kept!Alex's new handler

They've given her a healer, and Ari can barely focus on the shivering, bleeding creature on the cell floor because her head is completely full of the possibility of freedom.

They've taken her off Riven to give her a healer and she doesn't think they even realise what they've done because she was just a name and a serial number on a piece of paper to them and her record might be shit but that's why they've given her a ruined, useless healer she supposes, so it doesn't make too much difference if she fucks this up.

They don't know that she might bolt and never come back the instant they let her out the doors at the end of her shift.

The healer is looking up at her in sidelong glances like he's scared to be caught looking at her and she realises she's just been standing here looking at him for – probably too long. Long enough to be sliding from intimidating into just weird.

“What's the problem then?” she asks.

There's no question that she's going to run. She needs to get out before Riven catches up with her or before her new bosses realise she's not really one of them anymore and the trap snaps shut again.

“M-magic’s n-n-not working,” he stammers out, “I’m s-sorry sir I’m s-s-sorry.” “I know that,” she tells him testily. “Why isn't it working?” For a second he goggles at her like the question makes no sense, then fresh tears break out. “I’m t-trying, I-I swear I’m t-t-trying, i-it’s brok-ken, used u-up, s-sir.”

Ari doesn't care. She doesn't care what is wrong with a messed-up wreck of a healer, all she wants to be thinking about is getting out and she needs to make a plan, she needs to get this right because she only has one chance and if they catch her deserting she's going straight back to Riven in cuffs.

But step one has to be doing enough of the new job not to raise suspicions, at least until the end of the shift. And her job is still snivelling on the floor in front of her.

He's clearly too fucking terrified to give her any straight answers, and she'd better at least make a show of trying to do what she's supposed to be doing.

“Your hands are broken,” she observes. He gives her that terrified what-do-you-want-from-me look again. “Isn't healing a thing you do with your hands?” “Y-yes s-sir.” “So it's harder with them broken. “... y-y-yes sir.” Well that's an obvious place to start, at least. “Alright, give them here then.”

He sobs more apologies as she takes his hands for inspection. Most of the breaks aren't even straight, under the swelling. Why this is her job she can't fathom, but she's long since given up on looking for meaning in this place.

If she goes tonight, she needs a car, she needs as much cash as she can get out of her bank account… how fast can she arrange everything she needs?

If she stays more than a day, she has more chance to set everything up, but Riven has more time to catch up with her. 

“I'm coming right back,” she tells the healer absently. “I need to find splints.”

If they let her out tonight, she's not sure she'll be able to bring herself to come back here, even if she doesn't have a car or any money or anywhere to go. She's not sure she'll be able to stop herself just running, in any direction that's away, as far as her stupid throbbing feet will carry her.

Just her luck to get assigned a broken healer that can't even fix her up before she goes.

It takes longer than it should – and more nerve-wracking conversations with strangers – to figure out what supplies she's allowed to raid for splints and bandages. She almost gives up and resorts to pencils and zip ties, but she does eventually return to the cell with the supplies she needs.

God, can she even go back to her apartment for supplies? What if Riven’s waiting there for her? What if he's waiting outside the fucking doors, for that matter? Fear has a vice grip on her heart even though she's further from the threat of the whip than she has been in years.

The healer’s curled up on the floor again, but he struggles to his knees for her. She's brought a full bottle of water as well as the medical supplies, and the way his eyes fix on it tells her that it's sorely needed.

“You can have it as soon as I'm done with your hands,” she says.  He shrinks in on himself miserably at the very thought.  “I'm gonna set the bones straight, not break them worse. It's still gonna hurt though, and I don't want you just puking the water back up, so you'll have it after.”

He doesn't scream. He makes all kinds of noises that aren't quite screams, but he doesn't scream. Ari tries to do a good job. She's not sure what happens if she can't get him healing.

When he stops gasping like she's drowned him, she unscrews the cap from the water and holds it to his mouth. Only little sips until she's sure he's not gonna choke on it, then larger mouthfuls.

This part she's done a thousand times, and it does nothing to distract from the clamour of plans and fears and possibilities inside her skull.

She stops the prisoner before he's ready, but he only thanks her. He's about as pathetic as they come, so probably someone's been enforcing that attitude.

It makes this easier for Ari, at least.

“I've gotta clean your stripes too,” she tells him, “or you’re gonna get sepsis or something. And that probably doesn't make magic easier either. More water after, and maybe something to eat, does that sound good?” “Y-yes please, sir,”

She's gonna need to grab a stockpile of antibiotics for herself, too. If she's already deserting, a little petty theft probably won't make much difference – except it's another chance to get caught…

The healer whimpers and gasps his way through the ordeal of having his stripes rinsed and wiped out, but it's not as bad as setting his fingers. At least not until right at the end when she tips antiseptic over the whole lot and he jerks forward with a strangled, choked sound that might have been a scream if it hadn't caught him off guard with his lungs empty.

He sobs out more sorry. It's not clear what he thinks he's done, if anything. It doesn't matter.

“It's fine, you're fine. You haven't done anything wrong. Don't panic. I'm done touching, the burning will stop soon.” He turns teary, disbelieving eyes on her, but he quiets down.

Ari holds out the bottle with the last of the water in it. Reluctantly he shuffles round on his knees to get close to it.

“That's what I thought. I’ll bring you more of this when it's empty, yeah? And food. I'm gonna sort out your basic needs and then you're gonna feel a little bit better, alright?” “Thnk you, sir,” he mumbles around the mouth of the bottle.

He’s very cold. His fingers were cold to the touch, where the swelling should have been hot, and his back too, even where infection was setting in. She's not sure how to fix that. Is she allowed to move him somewhere warmer? Bring something warm to him? Like what, a hot water bottle?

She finds where to get clean scrubs for him, at least. She finds where the healers’ food is served from too, but it's the wrong time of day so she can't get any. She gets him an instant noodle cup instead. And because she can't imagine they'd think much of a request for a hot water bottle to give to a healer, she just fills the empty water bottle with hot water instead.

“This one's to drink, this one's for you to just, I don't know, hold.”

She puts it into his lap, since his hands don't really work. He makes a little oh of surprise as she he feels the heat against his skin, then starts thanking her profusely.

“Clothes first,” she cuts him off, “then food.”

He’s grateful for a scrub top to cover his bony ribs and mutilated back. Even if it seems completely inadequate for getting him warm. But he goes rigid as soon as she reaches for his waistband.

“There's no helping it,” she tells him, “you're filthy. Legs out.”

He cooperates, if stiffly, as she strips the blood-crusted clothes off him, and helps him into fresh replacements. It's the most she can ask for, really.

“All done. That's all.” “Thank you, s-sir,” he mumbles, avoiding her eyes.

She could tell him don’t. That he doesn’t have to thank her for not assaulting him. But what difference would it make. Other people are still going to rape him, or demand gratitude when they don’t. Simpler if he treats her the same way.

“When did you last eat?” He doesn’t have an immediate answer for her. “Not today,” she infers. “Not yesterday either? Have you eaten this week?” “Y-yes, sir.” “Alright. I’m not gonna give you this whole thing at once then, but you can have half now and if you keep it down you can have the other half in an hour or two, okay?” “Th-thank you, s-sir.”

She adjusts the bottle of hot water for him, tucking it closer against his stomach, before she picks up the noodles and the fork. The healer breathes in the smell coming off it. The flicker of his eyes from the food to her face and back again betrays his distrust, his expectation of betrayal. 

She holds a forkful to his mouth. He eats.

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Henry whomst? I'm just here for Alex and Bea as BFFs at this point.

“Well,” Alex says finally, “my Thanksgiving woes seem a bit pathetic, in comparison.” Bea snorts loudly. “Your ability to make everything about you is unparalleled,” she tells him, and then she shoves him off his chair and onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him. “It’s a gift, actually,” Alex says once he’s recovered enough breath to speak again, propping himself up on his elbows. “Y’know, it’s a shame we can’t Princess and the Pauper this shit.” “Don’t you mean The Prince and the Pauper?” “Nope,” Alex says brightly. “I’m talking about the Barbie movie.”  “Never has it been so apparent to me that you have an older sister.” 

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[maxybabyy]

I watched two episodes of the newest too hot to handle season and couldn’t stop thinking about a maxiel au. I imagine max stumbles through the casting for ‘love overboard’ and somehow ends up on the boat with no real interest in anyone on it. he tells the producer as much when they ask him which of the girls he would like to smash. Max: “I would of course not smash any of them” quickly followed by one of the british girls, Emily adding, “Max is hot, yeah? But the doesn’t have the bants to keep up with me.”

Daniel is the last person introduced before the boat shoves off, looking hot in his pastel shorts and a wide, fucking smile. Daniel is born for reality television too, jokes falling from his lips as he charms the rests of the cast. by the time they’re pulling into shore, he’s had three offers to share a cabin and helped Bennie, the law student from Bristol, put sunscreen on her bum. his tongue is halfway down Blaire the New Yorker’s throat, when someone from production has to come drag them back for the announcement that hey are in fact on too hot to handle.

cut to the next day: Daniel is getting a bit in his head about the entire. like, he has three weeks before he has to be back in LA, back to grinding for Instagram followers and shitty sponsorship deals, he’s not going to spend it fucking celibate. hes been floating the idea making a pact with one of the guys to make sure no one is really the first one to break the rules, but no one has taken the bait. Max though, Max keeps following him around. but it makes sense, yeah? they’re, like, the two best looking guys, so of course they should agree so they can divide and conquer without butting heads.

Max full of life as he laughs at all of his jokes, cracks his own dumb quips and watches him with this look – so open and exposed and more raw than anything else Daniel has seen on this fucking show – when Daniel laughs back at him. it’s such a stark contrast to how Max acts in around the girls, but Max is here for reason, Daniel reckons. maybe the silent type really works for him.

he isn’t – he doesn’t even think twice as he asks, “Are you trying to be good, Maxy? like, would you pick the sex over the money?” and Max. Max has been a little bit in love since Daniel stepped onto the boat, sun slick skin that Max feels sick with the need to taste. to lick, to bite into soft flesh and feel the muscle underneath his skin. always max would choose sex, any moment with Daniel is of course good. “I need a rule breaker, maxy. I need a partner in crime for this.”

Max just looks at him for a moment and then before Daniel has time to react, he leans in to kiss him. it's a good kiss, a great fucking kiss. one of the best Daniel has had sober and not fucked out of his mind when every touch feels good. Max clearly knows what he’s does, like – the hand on Daniel’s cheek holding him in place as he licks deep into his mouth. Daniel’s brain is barely catching up when Max pulls back. “There, now of course the girls will not the first to break the rules.”

and Dan’s like, “Yeah, for sure,” walking out in a daze to the pool where Geroge intercepts him and agrees to the pact as well. George who has seen all the previous seasons and knows you have to break the rules first before you can have a redemption story. so he makes out with Bennie by the pool while George and Emily kiss a few feet away. But somehow the kiss is kinda shitty? her lips are too small, and, like, the entire kiss is just a bit too dry? Bennie’s obviously having a good time, but Daniel just cannot get into it.

Daniel goes to sleep in Bennie’s bed, and they kiss – a shitty attempt to evoke some sort of spark inside him – and it’s still kinda ‘meh’. It’s definitely not worth the 3000$ it costs them the morning after. they’re charged 9000$, and that seems fair. Daniel had two kisses, and George kissed – until another couple confesses that they kissed on the beach. And Daniel’s not, he doesn’t really know how all of this works, but this means he gets one for free, right?

he kisses Blaire against the wall next to the fire pit because at least this has to be good, but that turns out shitty too. he doesn’t want to share a bed with Bennie, but he doesn’t want to get in with Blaire either, is just about to abandon ship and sleep on the couch for the night, when Max pulls back the duvet, “You can of course stay with me, Daniel.” so Daniel does.

the price for a kiss has been raised to 6000$ for disrespecting Lana, and Daniel has now cost the group 9000$ – should be 12000$ with all three kisses included – when his kiss with Blaire is revealed. Bennie angry as she taps her foot from where she’s perched next to him, obviously waiting for some kind of explanation that Daniel cannot give, too perplexed by the fact hat it should be hell a lot more than that actually.

cut to the tapes from the night before that some poor production assistant had to go through. Daniel waking up in the middle of the night to Max staring back at him. they don’t kiss, breathing the same air for another moment before Max turns around and presses his back against Daniel’s chest. Max’s ass against his dick until Daniel has no choice but to fuck into the hot, tight space between Max’s thighs, strong and warm and just a little bit sweaty from the hot summer heat. Max doesn’t touch him, squeezes his thighs around him until it’s almost as good as the real thing, until right at the end where he cups a hand around the head of his dick so the come doesn’t spill. Licks it off so there is of course no evidence.

(somewhere in the backroom the Netflix producers are having a meltdown. Daniel was supposed to be their golden goose with the funny accent and good looks, a charming lad who couldn’t stop himself from flirting with all the girls but ultimately settled down when faced with love)

to right the wrongs, Lana invites Daniel to go out on a date with Bennie so he can make up his mind. and it’s fine. Daniel’s a good date, and Bennie seems to make the most of life in Bristol, but he’s just not feeling it anymore, hasn’t been feeling much of it since Max kissed him. so Lana offers to switch her out for Blaire, and Daniel’s like, “sure, whatever.”, his mood only salvaged when Max turns up instead of Blaire (much to the surprise of the producers).

Max steals a kiss at the end of the date, and this time Daniel feels it. the curling of his toes, the lick of Max’s tongue into his mouth, the solid weight of Max’s hard dick as they’re pressed against each other. It makes him feel insane, hungry for anything Max will give him. and like, Max is all for blowing it all up, having sex in the showers, on the beach, in the middle of the night like they did before: wherever of course Daniel will have him.

but 200,000$ is a lot of money, and the distance between LA and London isn’t a joke. Flights are expensive, but Daniel already doesn’t know how he would go on without seeing Max after these three weeks? So he convinces to convince Max to be good, to win them the money so they can keep seeing each other, and it works. mostly.

now with a sequel.

[cricketnationrise]

for @cha-melodius who is having A Time right now.

And once you've read this, you should go read her fics and comment so she can have even more little pops of serotonin.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

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