#and i can always stop and make things better for them

[astonmartinii]

my girls, our girls | carlos sainz social media au

pairing: carlos sainz x fem head mistress reader

with a private school full of girls the last thing she wanted was for them to find out just who her husband is…

note: can you tell i went to an all girls school and am obsessed with st trinians and wild child…

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | CARLOS SAINZ MASTERLIST

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yourusername: it’s september and the girls are back! time for a great school year.

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user1: i’ll be bad if it means she’s the one disciplining me

yourstudent1: that’s my headmistress????

user2: i mean he has a point

yourusername: please leave my students alone, i can see how old you are based on your profile… i’d cease my actions before i call the authorities

yourstudent2: that’s MY head mistress :P

yourstudent3: clocking and blocking nonces since 2022

carlossainz55: i told you that you should just kill these men but i was the bad person apparently…

lando: what are you doing here i thought this was meant to be a secret?

carlossainz55: LANDO?

lando: how am i the one in the wrong here you commented first

carlossainz55: that can be perceived as innocent?

lando: you told her to kill a man in front of her students… this is not her private page

yourusername: do you guys have any respect for my job? what are we doing here?

lando: he clearly started it?

yourusername: and now you sound like one of my students

lando: well you bang carlos so that makes you a nonce and by carlos’ rule i’m sorry you have to die

carlossainz55: ummmm so this is so much worse than anything i’ve said

carlossainz55: and we’re not banging we’re married ???

yourusername: CARLOS?

yourstudent4: MRS Y/LN IS MARRIED TO CARLOS SAINZ ???

yourstudent5: so that’s where that ferrari came from…

yourstudent6: no wonder she’s always the sub for spanish and italian…

yourusername: @carlossainz55 @lando look what you have done… secret of three years… GONE

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: meet my wonderful, amazing, talented and beautiful wife. so many accomplishments that i simply can’t name them all but my biggest accomplishment was being given a chance by you. i love you and can’t wait to retire to be like the librarian or something, anything to be by your side.

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user6: this post shot me in the face

user7: this retirement you speak of is many, MANY years in the future, right? RIGHT?

yourusername: f1 can keep him for as long as he wants

carlossainz55: omg my wife hates me

yourusername: it’s your dream?

carlossainz55: you’re my dream?

yourstudent7: please let him retire so we can… learn from him?

yourstudent8: can he like be the PE teacher with uniform optional

yourusername: my office. tomorrow morning.

user9: tbf i respect the grind

lando: yay a big post so that means the grudge against lando is lifted!

yourusername: not so fast mr

lando: you can’t summon me to your office too

yourusername: i think jon would approve of some summer work… there’s many acres that need to be mowed

lando: honestly i’d rather you spanked me

carlossainz55: die?

lando: you can’t have all of the spanking time

carlossainz55: JUST STOP

carlossainz55: students present ????

lando: if they’re old enough to have a phone they know what spanking is

yourusername: my 11 year olds are better behaved than you

alexalbon: wait so this is why you suddenly want to play hockey instead of padel?

carlossainz55: kinda?

yourusername: you’ve been playing hockey???

carlossainz55: yes my love

yourusername: with ALEX?

alexalbon: don’t appreciate the tone but whatever

yourusername: he’s hockey cheating on me?

carlossainz55: no he’s just practice… it doesn’t mean anything like our games!

alexalbon: i’m right here?

yourusername: wait - are you practising with alex because you’re embarrassed that i whip your ass every time?

carlossainz55: no…

yourprivaccount

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yourprivaccount: the girls haven’t SHUT THE FUCK UP about carlos it’s doing my head in. they’re strongarming me into showing the race on sunday in the great hall… all to see carlos out of the points in that fuckass williams - he can’t embarrass me like that

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carlossainz55: excuse me?

carlossainz55: just because they have been particularly unruly these first few weeks

carlossainz55: don’t take it out on me!!!!

yourusername: you don’t know how many times i’ve heard smooth operator this week alone

yourusername: they requested it as the MORNING HYMN

carlossainz55: i mean it is a banger

yourusername: i KNOW it is

charles_leclerc: you’re a strong soldier queen

yourusername: i’d say i’d prefer to deal with girl drama but i hAVE HAD THAT AS WELL

charles_leclerc: i’m gonna need you to spill now

yourusername: two girls, two sets of box dye… suddenly i have to give them a trim and give them a lift into the town to see the hairdresser

charles_leclerc: at least it wasn’t someone cutting someone else’s hair?

yourusername: i had to wrangle two bereft 15 year olds into the ferrari and then find parking in the town

yourusername: I GOT A PARKING TICKET

yourusername: they were super sweet and brought me their emergency jammie dodgers as an apology

charles_leclerc: they’re your kids really

yourusername: which is why carlos can’t work here… he’ll get too attached

carlossainz55: nuh uh

yourusername: you cried over the christmas cards they made me

carlossainz55: THEY WERE CUTE AND HANDMADE YOU KNOW THATS MY WEAKNESS

oscarpiastri: so like it’s st trinians right?

yourusername: the cultured one has arrived

oscarpiastri: i wish my head was as cool as you at boarding school

oscarpiastri: it’s so isolating as an international student as well

yourusername: they’re my girlies and they know they can come to me with everything

yourusername: which does mean i’ve heard about way too many nightmares and snapchat relationships

yourusername: but i love them anyway

yourusername

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yourusername: the hockey senior girls squad are through to another semi final, all of the mock exams went without a hitch and the year eights put on an impressive halloween fundraiser for the nearby horse sanctuary!

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user13: omg this is everything teenage me wanted when i watched wild child

user14: i’d actually study if those were my surroundings and she was my head mistress

user15: do we think she’s actually as nice as she says on instagram?

yourstudent9: she’s AMAZING - we love her !!!

williamsf1: mrs y/ln, james would like to know whether the halloween bake sale is why there were orange sprinkles found all over the tables in the meeting rooms at the base

yourusername: i can neither confirm or deny…

williamsf1: show us the items and the evidence will clear everything up!

yourusername: MY GIRLS ARE INNOCENT

williamsf1: sure…

yourusername: watch your tone with me mr vowles

williamsf1: so ‘your girls’ didn’t sell carlos 20 cupcakes for over £500

yourusername: my girls are entrepreneurs NOT thieves

yourstudent10: we did do that though…

williamsf1: see!

carlossainz55: i was wilfully sold those cupcakes and it was mostly a TIP !

user16: i mean when a man has that much money they deserve to be caught out like that

user17: “caught out” bro probably arrived with £100 notes

user18: bro is the father who stepped up for like hundreds now…

lando: so are we thinking another grid trip for the semi finals or ?

yourusername: NO DISTRACTIONS

lando: what if we’re distracting the other team???

carlossainz55: this is serious business lando

lando: don’t tell me you have legitimate beef with a girls school hockey team…

carlossainz55: THEY CHEATED LAST YEAR - I SAW IT, THEY SHOULD’VE CALLED A FOUL

yourusername: how do you know that? i just told you we lost …

carlossainz55: a dedicated fan has his way!

yourusername: so that’s how you were at the house so fast…

carlossainz55: whoops?

f1

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f1: whoops! carlos sainz is taken out from behind by pierre gasly and the two find themselves in the barriers!

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user19: carlos is so hot when he’s angry i am so sorry but i am no better than a man

user20: y/n is a lucky woman

user21: jealousy is a disease and i am terminally ill

yourstudent11: BRING THAT CRUSTY, DUSTY FRENCH RAT OUT HERE RIGHT NOW

yourstudent12: the GALL to blame mr sainz - i might sue him for emotional damages

yourstudent13: @pierregasly you lost me three packs of biscuits and a red bull on a bet count your days

pierregasly: @yourusername HELP?

yourusername: you kind of brought this on yourself…

pierregasly: THEY’RE ATTACKING MY NATIONALITY

yourusername: even less reason to care!

yourusername: however, girls? name calling and gambling? not on. we’ll talk in my office tomorrow

pierregasly: finally, some discipline

yourusername: how about you get some personal discipline and KEEP YOUR CAR AWAY FROM CARLOS

pierregasly: eh???

yourstudent14: you did crashout her husband

pierregasly: LEAVE ME ALONE

lando: thought this was going to be cinema and the girls delivered

yourusername: don’t encourage them!

lando: you just yelled at him?

yourusername: my husband was thrown into a concrete barrier at like 250mph i am allowed to

carlossainz55: i am fine though!

yourusername: you also have to say sorry to the girls though

carlossainz55: i am the victim here?

yourusername: you scared us!

yourusername: sign of life call as soon as you can

yourusername: the year sevens won’t sleep until they have proof you aren’t dead

carlossainz55: i’ll tell james to hurry up

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carlossainz55: i’m all good but thank you for all the well wishes - especially from the girls who made me about a hundred get well soon cards. they might be slightly feral but we love them <3

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user22: euthanise me i’m being so serious

user23: the card made me feel something in my ovaries

user24: i know the other teachers HATE carlos because of how loved he is at that school

user25: i just know race days are insane at that school

lando: where was the celebrations for my podium?

yourusername: they don’t care about you <3

lando: HOW?

yourusername: not cool enough

lando: i am literally half of carlando?

yourusername: carbono is the real duo loved on campus

alexalbon: RESULT

lando: this is a scandal

yourstudent15: step your pussy up

lando: GASP !

yourusername: young lady… you know the deal.

yourstudent15: fine.

lando: your students are so badly behaved

yourusername: excuse me?

carlossainz55: carlando is dead.

lando: EH?

carlossainz55: you heard me. they’re not badly behaved they’re … spunky???

user26: lando just always fighting a losing battle with them

user27: bro will be in detention with the girls leaving hate comments before we know it

yourusername: he’s on mowing duty this summer whether he likes it or not

yourusername: we love you baby, but please stay in one piece for all of our sakes

carlossainz55: my apologies

carlossainz55: let’s see if i can cook up a podium rather than a trip to the hospital

yourusername: thank you my love

yourusername: we can’t have you missing the hockey finals

fin.

note: work is killing me and there's nowhere to watch st trinians i want to die

[jayblades]

— kiss me like nobody else does

clark kent x fem!reader

summary; you and clark are paired during a night out in the field with the rest of your team at the daily planet and you find yourselves in a bit of a tight spot; not the best place to be stuck with your brick wall of a journalist colleague, but you digress.

warnings; making out, fem reader, corenswet!clark, very obviously unedited and rushed!

author's note; i read somewhere that corenswet!clark doesn’t wear his suit under his clothes and im choosing to ignore this for fic purposes. such is the dc way.

A few lights buzz dimly overhead in your office space at the Daily Planet, casting pale halos across your scattered piles of papers, empty coffee cups and reflecting off the glow of the computer screens right into your burning eyes. It’s way past the end of your shifts, but nobody is thinking of leaving the bullpen. Instead, the five of you are camped out like war correspondents minus the gunfire, add in the vending machine snacks.

“Okay,” Jimmy yawns, burying his face in his hands as he sinks further down his chair. “If I stare at these tax records any longer, I’m going to start dreaming in numbers and spreadsheets.”

Lois doesn’t even glance up from her position on the floor next to you and Clark, and her words come out slightly muffled around the pen balanced between her teeth. “Good. Maybe you’ll come up with the true meaning of ‘unreported foreign income’ in your sleep and save us all weeks of work.”

Cat is perched on the edge of her desk, her hair still maddeningly perfect and you self-consciously smooth down your own. “Could be worse. At least there’s a party to look forward to. Even if the host is a tax evading, corrupt politician.”

“A party that we’re all going to be falling asleep at tomorrow if we don’t head home now,” you say, sitting up and stretching hard enough to make a few cracking noises. “God, what’s the time?”

“2:15,” Clark mumbles, his eyes scanning over his notes. His hand lifts absently, as if to remove his glasses, but his fingers simply hover near the frames like he’s fighting muscle memory before they drop back to his side. You’re about to make a joke about how his optometrist isn’t here watching him, and that he can take his glasses off for a minute or two, but your eyes catch on his colourful flashcards.

“I better not see those tomorrow, Smallville. We don’t need a repeat of our last undercover assignment.”

Immediately, a blush dusts over his cheeks and you nearly catch yourself smiling in your sleep-deprived state. Despite the tips of his ears going red, he sounds indignant. “We’re not even undercover this time. We’re literally there with press access.”

“Technicalities,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “How many times do I need to remind you we’re going in as press and then hiding any evidence of the fact so we can snoop. That means you can’t trip over nothing and let your flashcards with the blueprints on them fall out of your pockets and all over the floor this time.”

The others immediately start cracking up and Clark sits up straight. “Okay, that was one time. And you’re leaving out the part where it provided a great distraction for Superman to come out the second they started pointing guns at us and everyone else in the warehouse.”

“True,” Jimmy pipes up. He couldn’t stop talking about that night for weeks after it happened. “He was pretty awesome.”

“Hey, you should get some stealth tips from your boyfriend to avoid things like this in the future,” you nudge him with your elbow and smile innocently at his blank expression.

“Really? Boyfriend?”

Cat snorts into her fist, but Lois schools her own expression and joins in the bit straight away. “Well, there has to be a reason he’s always giving you interviews, right? You’re the only guy in the world who says ‘golly’ unironically. That has to be a turn on for someone.”

“Hm,” you agree, picking up the cup of coffee nearest to you and fighting a grin. “Maybe his type is just 6’4, earnest, kind, dorky journalists with puppy dog eyes.”

You try not to choke on a laugh as you take a swig of lukewarm coffee, freezing mid-sip. “Oh my God,” you shudder, forcing yourself to swallow and immediately gagging afterwards. “Can we please get Lois her own cup with a neon warning sign so the rest of us can avoid multiple cavities?”

“My bad.” She winces, taking her cup back and drinking deeply without so much as a shudder.

Clark’s broad shoulders shake with barely contained laughter from beside you and you consider taking back the word ‘kind’ when he shrugs at your glaring face. “Can’t say you didn’t deserve that. Also, I’m only 6’1. Also, did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m just a good journalist?”

“Nope,” you deadpan, not missing a beat. “Also, I didn’t peg you for a liar,” you respond, mocking him with as much ire as you can.

He rolls his eyes, but it bugs you more than you let on.

You’ve noticed the way Clark tries to make himself look smaller with the way his posture is bad enough to rival your own. But there’s no way he’s any shorter than 6’4 and you’d bet good money on it. Call it good journalistic instinct or stalker tendencies, but he’s not exactly easy to miss. It’s not like you’ve been staring at him.

You’d also mention the fact that his slightly oversized clothes do nothing to hide his huge biceps every time he reaches over your desk to steal a pen, but at the risk of getting written up by HR, you refrain and keep it to yourself.

Cat hops off her desk and her heels make a loud clacking noise that has everyone grimacing in the otherwise silent office. “Okay, we’ve done as much as we can tonight,” she declares, picking up her bag with a sigh. “I’m going home and getting my much needed beauty sleep. I suggest the four of you do the same.”

“I’m right behind you,” Jimmy says, shoving his notes unceremoniously into his briefcase. Lois does the same and you reluctantly start packing your own things.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave too,” you mumble through a yawn and shrug on your jacket. “Don’t leave me alone with Boy Scout and his love for municipal law.”

Clark’s lips twitch. “I do enjoy a good public records database.”

The fact that he’s pretending not to be sincere about the fact is almost endearing. You can begrudgingly admit that to yourself. Outwardly, you scoff and ignore the fact that he’s following you out with a teasing grin, close behind.

“Everyone clear on what to do?” Lois asks, pointlessly — you’ve all gone through the plan five times in the past half hour. “Cat chats up the senator or anyone in his near vicinity, including the PR manager to get the event schedule. Jimmy takes candids for cover. I’m going to create a distraction for the guards—”

“And Clark and I sneak upstairs and break into the senator’s office,” you finish for her. “Go time?”

“Go time,” Cat rolls her shoulders like she’s about to square up before walking off with all the confidence in the world.

The others break away to do their respective jobs and you and Clark make your way to the alcove near the exit to await Lois’ confirmation text to slip upstairs. As soon as your phone dings, you tap Clark on the arm and begin walking away, all without looking up from your device as you put it on silent.

He follows you dutifully, glancing behind every now again to keep watch as you rush up the stairs. The upper floor is darker, quiet save the sound of your heels clicking too loud for your liking on the sleek marble floors.

You stop abruptly when you notice the ostentatious door standing out from the others and Clark clumsily bumps into your back, nearly knocking you over.

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” he whispers, steadying you by the waist, but you’re barely paying attention, reaching for your purse and digging around for any old loyalty card in your wallet. “Uh, what’s that for?”

“For Plan A,” you mutter, sliding it into the space between the door and the frame, right above the handle. You wiggle it around for a second, tilting and angling the card with no particular method, praying it works. “Please open, please open, please— Ha!”

The door opens miraculously and you fight the urge to do a victory dance as Clark watches with wide eyes. “Huh… What was Plan B?”

“Getting you to break the door down, obviously.”

You don’t wait for an answer as you barge into the room and head straight for the cabinets while Clark heads for the desk and starts scanning it with his eyes like he’s trying to look straight through the wood. By the time you’ve turned around properly, his glasses are back on and you find yourself wishing you’d looked a little earlier, suddenly wondering what his face looks like without the dark frames.

He seems to settle on one particular drawer, jimmying it open with a crack and somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re wondering what kind of idiot senator has such lax security measures protecting his documents. Surely he could afford some stronger drawers.

“Look at this,” he says, voice low as he holds up a receipt stapled to a glossy invoice. “Private jet to a development site in Dubai. Paid for by the foundation tied to his campaign manager.”

“I’ve seen this account name somewhere else… This is good stuff, Kent.”

“I think this is all we need from here,” he decides, folding it up and taking your purse to neatly tuck it away. You let him, too busy looking at him like he’s gone crazy. “What? There’s probably not much else on paper.”

“What are the chances that we can get into his computer using ‘Password123’?”

Clark opens his mouth to reply before he abruptly cuts himself off. He grabs your arm, and steers you to the door. “Security’s on their way.”

”What? How do you—?”

Heavy boots clatter up the stairs along with the sound of voices, making you straighten up and practically run out the door.

Your stomach drops when you realise they’re coming from both sides of the hallway and without thinking too much about it, your eyes latch onto a door that reads ‘Supplies’ and you shove it open, dragging Clark in there with you and twisting the lock.

Immediately, you feel the lack of space as you’re surrounded by stacked boxes and shelves and trolleys and him. You press your back to the wall, but his body is inches from yours, warm and solid and tense like he’s painfully aware of the limited air between you.

“6’2, my ass,” you whisper, trying to angle your body so you’re not shoved completely against him. It does nothing and Clark sighs, gently holding you in place before letting go to raise his arms to steady himself against the wall above your head, giving you a little bit more space to move. “God, how are you so… large?”

“Maybe you’re just small,” he retorts, sounding like a petulant child.

“Good one, Clark,” you deadpan. “You should write that one down on one of your flashcards.”

Through the crack under the door, you see shadows moving near the office door and guards doing a sweep of the room inside and out. Voices murmur. “Nothing. Probably just noise from downstairs.”

“I think they’re leaving,” you whisper, straining to hear.

Clark stays staring at the door, quiet.

“I heard them go. They’re—”

“They haven’t left,” he says softly, furrowing his brows.

You freeze. “What?”

“I think they heard us in here. They’re faking it and waiting outside the door.”

“How the hell do you know that, Clark?” you whisper-yell, practically looking up at him. The second you hear some shuffling, you realise he’s right and your brain kicks into plan mode. “Shit. Okay. Don’t freak out, Smallville.”

You start to muss up his hair and tilt his glasses slightly so they sit crookedly on his face before you move to loosen his tie, using it to pull him down a little closer to your level. “Uh, okay. Freak out about what? And what are you… Oh—”

You try your best not to process the feeling of his entire body shuddering against you as you press a firm kiss to the side of his neck that’s in the line of sight to anyone entering the closet, leaving an obvious mark in the shade of your lipstick.

“I— I don’t… Wh—” he can barely stammer out a sentence and you wish you had the time to appreciate how much of a mess he’s become from a few pecks to the neck and cheek. Most of all, you wish you had the time to make fun of him from being such a Kansas farm-boy type. His eyes become glassy the second you slip the strap of your dress down your shoulder. “What a-are you doing?”

“Oh, relax,” you whisper, rolling your eyes. “You never seen a bare shoulder before? Quick, lift me up onto the shelf, so I can reach.”

He obeys immediately, like it’s a reflex with the way his large hands automatically wrap around the sides of your waist and pick you up like you weigh nothing to settle you onto the uncomfortable metal rings. “Reach what?”

You sigh when his hands go respectfully back to his sides and so you pick them up and settle them right back onto your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer than the already unforgiving distance. As soon as you do this, Clark lets out a shuddering breath like the wind has been knocked out of him and his eyes never once leave your hips. Exactly where his hands are firmly squeezing.

It’s professional, you tell yourself. Just… good, old-fashioned, professional journalism when you’re unbuttoning his dress shirt, eyes focused on his chest so you don’t get distracted by your lipstick marks on his milky white skin, or the way his blue eyes are as dark as you’ve ever seen them right now.

He isn’t exactly stopping you, and so you unbutton as far down as you can before a flash of blue and red lycra stops you in your tracks. “Oh my God,” you exhale, fingers frozen at his chest.

“What?” he murmurs, dazed as he glances up at your face. There’s no time for him to realise what you’re looking at because there’s a sudden rattling of the doorknob and you hastily button his shirt back up before threading your fingers in his hair and using your grip to pull him closer. He swallows hard.

“Make it look real, Kent,” you breathe out and as soon as the door breaks open, you’re pressing your lips against his and kissing him deeply.

It’s clumsy at first, considering the way you’ve practically attacked him, but the second your hand trails down to his jaw, it’s like he’s jumping into action with the way he slants his lips against your own. All for the job, you repeat in your head like a mantra in an attempt to justify the way you’re making little noises when he kisses you back like he’s getting graded.

“Hey,” a voice booms out through the now open door, but thankfully Clark follows your lead and acts like he doesn’t even notice them. “Hands up where we can— Ah, what in the hell is this?”

The way he’s kissing you is so Clark and it has you melting against him. Your hands slide down his chest to the sides of his arms where you grip his biceps that you absolutely knew would be as firm as they are, despite his ill-fitting suits.

The men outside of the closet are complaining under their breaths like they’re not getting paid enough to deal with this kind of thing, but you want to be as convincing as possible and so you ignore them completely. Instead, you kiss Clark even deeper, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Immediately, he allows you entry and lets out a low moan like you’re completely alone.

It takes you off guard and heat pools in your lower stomach, because damn, he’s convincing.

“Hey, break it up!”

Clark moves his lips against yours hungrily, his breath catching when your chest rises up to press against his front, your hips slotting perfectly between his own. The movement spurs him to lift one of your legs so it’s further settled up his waist and his hand stays at your upper thigh, pushing your dress up with the motion.

“NOW!”

The sound of a fist banging against the door makes you jump and you whip your head around and act like you only just noticed the two guards in your presence. Clark still has his eyes shut and his forehead rests against your temple as you’re turned away from him. He’s breathing even heavier than you.

“Oh my goodness,” you laugh, weakly, smoothing down your hair in faux embarrassment. “We are so, so sorry. We just needed some, uh, privacy.”

One of the guards looks at you incredulously. “You can’t be here, lady! Find it elsewhere.”

“Of course,” you exhale, smiling apologetically as you fix the strap of your dress and tug the fabric down your legs. You tap Clark’s forearm and he leans back slowly and lifts you by the waist again to set you down. “We’ll just be on our way. Uhm, sorry again.”

Grabbing Clark’s hand, you tug him behind you as you speed-walk down the hall and the staircase. The air cools you down a little and once your head clears, you shove Clark into yet another tight space in a little alcove beneath the stairs where you’re sure no one is listening.

You look up at him and your breath is nearly taken away when you notice his pupils are completely blown, there’s a flush going all the way down his neck and his lips are bitten and swollen. Worst of all, his eyes are glued to your mouth.

It takes a lot of self control to snap out of it, but you somehow manage to. “So. Are we going to talk about it?”

Clark blinks, eyes flickering back up to meet your own. Once your words register in his mind, he takes a deep sigh. “Yeah… yeah I guess we should.”

Tapping your foot against the marble, you cross your arms and raise an expectant brow. “Well?”

“Okay, here goes,” he murmurs, nodding like he’s trying to convince himself that speaking is a good idea. “I can’t stop thinking about you. And you kissing me like that was probably the worst thing you could have done, because I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to recover from it now. Like, seriously, it’s replaying in my mind as we speak and maybe kissing you back like that was wildly inappropriate, but you’re a really good kisser and I really like you—”

“Wait, what?” you cut him off, head spinning from his words. “I wasn’t talking about the kiss! I was talking about the fact that either it’s laundry day and you’re wearing a blue swimsuit to substitute your underwear, or…”

You trail off, looking pointedly at his chest and signaling in the shape of an ‘S’.

Clark’s jaw goes slack and he looks down like he’s making sure his shirt is buttoned up. It still is, thanks to your previous forethought, but it has you realising that he still doesn’t know that you know.

“Smallville,” you inhale, pinching your nose bridge. “Are you telling me you were so affected by a couple of pecks that you still haven’t realised that I know you’re— him?”

He’s silent for a second. “It’s entirely possible.”

“Oh my God, I knew it!” you say, fighting a derisive laugh. “Well, I mean… I heavily suspected. And doubted a lot. But the thought was there, so it counts!”

Clark winces, burying his face in his hands like he’s hiding. “You knew?”

“Come on, Clark,” you scoff. “You clearly don’t need glasses. You’re the only one who gets interviews with the guy — which, can I just say, is definitely toying with the boundaries of journalistic ethics. You’re built like a tank. You also mysteriously disappeared during that one shootout when Superman suddenly appeared and then you came back as soon as he left!”

“You noticed I went missing?”

“I—” Shaking your head, you come to another realisation tonight and think that it’s only fair to be as honest with him and he’s being with you. “Of course I noticed, Clark. Whether I choose to or not, I always notice you. God, it only makes sense that you’re Superman, I mean you’re just so good. As Clark, you’re always kind and polite and unwavering in your beliefs and… Yeah. I noticed.”

You finish the sentence off lamely, suddenly very aware of the silence between you both. You’ve never been one for long silences and eventually you decide you’ve had enough. “Are you going to say something?”

“I notice you too,” Clark whispers, looking at you in awe. The man from another planet, who could probably hang out amongst the stars any day he chooses, is looking at you like you’ve personally hung them all in the sky. A slow smile begins to grow on his face and your chest aches at how beautiful he is. “Sometimes, you’re all I notice.”

“I know,” you say teasingly, stepping closer to cup the side of his jaw with your hand. “It’s super creepy, Smallville.”

His grin only widens and you’re mesmerised with only one thought in mind.

“Can I?” you ask, gesturing at his glasses. He nods straight away, like he doesn’t even have to think about it and the trust he has in you makes you want to melt into a puddle there and then.

The second the specs leave his face, he’s just as beautiful. Just as striking. And so very Superman.

“There he is.”

[cherrysinner]

─── ALWAYS MY LOVE ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x perv!reader

♡ summary: you catch your boyfriend kissing someone else?

♡ warnings / tags: angst. fluff.

♡ author's note: WELL HERE DAMN!!! second part to never my love i also hit 6k for today which is INSANE

PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

rafe was walking towards his dorm room, thinking about the picnic he'd planned for you and him to go on under the stars. he'd read that there was a meteor shower, and there was no one he'd rather see it with than you, but then he heard a familiar voice call out, "rafe!" making him turn around to see sofia standing there with a warm smile on her face, "thought that was you."

"hi, sofia." he smiled, "do you mind walking with me? i'm in kind of a rush, but there's something i wanted to discuss with you." "yeah, sure."

the two started walking towards the men's dormitory, rafe holding the door open to her once they got there, "you're a gentleman." she said with a soft laugh, rafe giving the girl an awkward, tight-lipped smile.

"so, the thing is." he cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they walked, "i'm not going to be tutoring you anymore. i already told the principal, and i asked them to assign you a new tutor."

"what?" sofia turned to him, the girl's brows furrowed, "why?"

"my girlfriend told me that she feels uncomfortable with it."

"do you always do what your girlfriends tell you?" sofia raised her brows with a small chuckle. "i love her. so when she sets down a boundary, yes." rafe shrugged, the two arriving at his dorm room.

"are you sure you can't do it? please? i really feel like we're getting somewhere." "i'm sorry, but no. but i'm sure that whoever is assigned to you will just as good, if not better."

both of their attentions were drawn to the door when they heard someone walk up to it, and at that moment, sofia's instincts took over, the girl pressing her palms on rafe's cheek, pulling him into a kiss.

you were laid on rafe's bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd put up on his ceiling with blu-tac, even going as far as attaching some pictures you'd printed out of star wars ships, along with the doctor's tardis, wanting to surprise him for his birthday. when he saw it, rafe told you that he loved it, that it made him feel loved and cared for.

you decided that enough was enough, getting out of your boyfriend's bed, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking in a deep breath. rafe was probably forced out like some of his friends tended to do. you pulled the dormitory door open, ready to call him and go wherever he was at.

only to witness sofia's lips on rafe's.

you couldn't help the weak gasp leaving your lips at the sight of the two, making rafe immediately pull away from sofia as he turned to you with panicked eyes, "this isn't-"

but you'd heard it all before from former boyfriends. 'this isn't how it looks like!!!' is basically code for 'this is exactly what it looks like'. you pushed past him, walking towards the exit, ignoring your boyfriend calling out to you, knowing that if you stopped for even a minute, you'd listen to his lies.

for the next two weeks, you only left your room to go to class, pink headphones pressed to your ears, muting every word rafe was trying to say.

one evening you were laying in your bed, lila sitting at the foot of your bed.

"oh my god." your friend lila let out a gasp, "oh. my. god." "what?" you asked "kappa alpha tau is having a party."

the words your friend said reminded you of ones your boyfriends said, "and earth circles the sun." you chuckled softly, your friend looking at you strangely.

"do you wanna go?" the girl raised her brows, "no thanks." "come on! it can be a fun way for you to get laid and move on from that loser!"

you turned to the girl, your brows furrowed, "i don't want to move on. i loved rafe."

your friend looked to you with something resembling pity in her eyes, letting out a soft chuckle, "whatever." she got out of the chair she'd been sitting at, taking one last look at her reflection in the mirror before turning to you "whatever. your boyfriend's been lowering your status when he appeared. you're nothing."

when lila pulled your door open, she didn't expect to be faced with rafe, the man standing there with a stern look on his face. lila let out a chuckle, "she's all yours." walking away.

"i don't want you here." you said the moment rafe walked into the room. "please give me five minutes."

you looked at the boy with narrowed eyes, crossing your arms, "fine."

rafe smiled, only for you to scowl right back at him, which only made his smile wider. "i didn't kiss sofia. i would never."

you let out a soft chuckle, "what do you mean? i saw you." "i mean," rafe pulled out his phone, "that sofia kissed me after i'd told her i couldn't tutor her anymore."

you heard rafe's voice come from the phone, "so, the thing is, i'm not going to be tutoring you anymore. i already told the principal, and i asked them to assign you a new tutor." it switched to a feminine voice, "what? why?"

"my girlfriend told me that she feels uncomfortable with it."

"do you always do what your girlfriends tell you?" "i love her. so when she sets down a boundary, yes." "are you sure you can't do it? please? i really feel like we're getting somewhere." "i'm sorry, but no. but i'm sure that whoever is assigned to you will just as good, if not better."

the words she was going to say were cut off by the sound of kissing.

you looked from rafe's phone to him, your brows furrowed, "you... you didn't want to kiss her?"

"never, my love." your boyfriend chuckled, pushing a loose stand of hair behind your ear, "only you. you're the only one i wanna kiss."

"always?"

"always, my love."

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[amynchan]

Don't know how to run numbers? Someone will budget for you for a fee. Or, get this, the words "buy in bulk" will become gold to you without actually checking the prices given to you. Clearly you are saving money.

Don't know how basic body functions work? This magic juice will re balance your XYZ for you and make you all better!

Don't know basic lab safety? This cleaning agent is Not Toxic At All, and you should be A-Ok using it!

Whomst the fuck is Hitler, and why are people mad about him? He's dead; he clearly doesn't have any effect on us today!

The president can and should make all of these changes. it's the good and right thing to do, and the evil establishment is stopping him! No, I don't care why it was made or what it's made to prevent. We need to solve today's issues!

Oooh! I hate the president! We don't need a government; just burn it all down and make a new one! Raaaawr; take back our power through whatever means necessary! The rest will figure itself out!

Grrr! The news makes me so angry! If only there were a conveniently placed action I could take--oooh, a conveniently placed action I can take without much input from my brain whatsoever!

Gimme the tl;dr of it all. I don't care to read all of this or do basic fact checking; I trust that any random stranger on the internet will give me the basic facts and everything I need.

Ow. Muscle hurts. Eh, if I ignore it, it'll go away. It's fine; it's fine.

Uuuuugh, my brain hurts and my body hurts. I'm just gonna lay in bed and hope it'll go away. Clearly there's nothing I can do to feel better. (just so you know, I am very guilty of this one)

Mathematics, sciences, history and social studies, English, and even physical education have their places in your life. Even if you hate the subject (history is my arch nemesis). Think critically about what you learn instead of giving them These Hands On Sight.

I always ask my students what they can use the skills I teach them for outside of my classroom. After all, I'm not going to be around to hold their hands about it forever. A lot of them just give me lip service and roll their eyes, but the ones who think about it find themselves using the skills sooner than they think. Their communication skills improve, and they're able to think through things calmly and see through the bullshit that people give them on a day-to-day basis.

To those in school, this shit is tedious, but it's literally a brain workout to prep you for your own life. Apply what you learn to other places. See how it can be useful in your life. Practice the processes of thinking things through and applying what you learn.

You see I too often sat in school classes and thought “when am I ever going to need this, I’m never going to be an engineer, I’m never gonna be a scientist, I’m never gonna be a linguist” and then I grew up and it turns out a lot of bigots and cults and scams and grifts hinge their entire business model on you just. Not knowing what a protein is or some shit

[humanjarvis]

“quit sulking. c’mon, i’ll let you take the tape off.”

“no.”

“your hands are smaller than mine. so, you can probably maneuver the scissors better than me. i’d just make a mess.”

“no.” grumbling, you cross your arms and burrow further into the sofa. “stop trying to make me feel better. it’s not fair.” 

sighing, caleb shakes his head and grins slightly. “what, you goin’ on strike now?” 

“yes!” you huff, the word muffled by the throw pillow squished against your front. “i shouldn’t have to ask you to come all the way over here just to pull something out of a box!”

he scoffs and lays a mocking hand over his heart. “and here i thought you’d be happy to see me.” 

“i would have been—if i hadn’t spent 30 minutes trying to pull that thing out of the package! i mean, not everybody is as strong as you.” you gesture toward him, choosing to ignore the way his chest puffs with pride. “they need to package things so even the weakest person can open them without help.” 

“they do, huh?” he asks, rubbing his chin in feigned contemplation. “tell you what—i’ll pass along your concerns in my report to the higher-ups tomorrow. surely the fleet will want to work with linkon and make this a top priority.” 

you sniff and nod, pleased he’s playing along. “exactly! what if a super important aircraft part comes in the mail, but the recruit can’t get it out of the box? this is basically a national security hazard.” 

“you’re right, as always. they should just put you in charge of the whole thing.” he lifts a brow. “but…there is another solution, you know.”  

your narrowed eyes meet his twinkling ones. “a solution better than national packaging reform?” 

“twice as good.” he smiles innocently. “you can just move in with me.” 

“oh, wow,” you snort. “what happened to solidarity? i thought you were fast-tracking this to the government. you’re a real sellout, caleb.” 

“hey, i’m just tryin’ to make it easier for you.” he dodges when you launch your pillow at his head, and it lands right into the mangled box you’d wrestled with earlier. “legislation can take a while. what if you get another delivery next week, or even tomorrow? it’s way too risky. i’ll just have to be your personal unboxer from now on.” 

scowling, you plug your fingers in your ears and shake your head. “i thought you were on my side here.” 

“you’ll never have to open another package,” he bribes, dangling a torn strip of cardboard in your face.

you look to its ripped edges, the war zone on the floor, then back to him. “…keep talking.” 

[kindnessistherealpunkrock]

hey boo, could you do something with the concept of you taking Clark back to the Kent’s farm with his kryptonite poisoning and it’s all cutesy and Clark confesses his feelings and thangs. thank you :p

You hardly slept last night. Never mind the fact that the Kent’s sofa is probably the most uncomfortable thing in the world — you were far more preoccupied with making sure the 250 pound man of steel was still breathing every 5 minutes to even care. The ride to the farm had felt like days even though it was only an hour. He had to be okay. Mr. Terrific told you he’d be okay.

Clark looked ridiculous. His body hung off at least half a foot from the end of the measly twin sized mattress. His pant legs stopped well above his ankles and his thighs looked like they could burst through the fabric at any moment. You know this only because you’d spent far too long helping his mom shimmy them up his ass when you first arrived.

He seemed to be better. He had color in his cheeks, his breathing had evened out, Krypto had stopped whining on the ground next to him around 4 this morning which had to be a good sign. Nothing could ever make you forget the way he looked yesterday, how scared you felt. You’ll remember the sound of his wheezing, the blackened veins all over his body, and the way he held onto you with the remaining strength he had in him for the rest of your life.

Clark was more than just your coworker, he was your best friend. You’d known each other for as long as you can remember. His parents said the two of you used to have tea parties together in the backyard with sticks and mud, and that you always made Clark wear your sparkliest tiaras. That’s probably why you left the farm together: you couldn’t stand to be apart. To everyone else, this was a will they, won’t they situation, but not to you. You’d never jeopardize what you and Clark have, even if it means forcing your own feelings deep inside with no chance of telling him how you really feel. You’d rather have him in your life forever as a friend than risk him turning you down and changing the dynamics of your relationship forever.

You turn on your heels to leave Clark’s childhood bedroom and put some coffee on, but are stopped cold in your tracks before your hand leaves the door frame it was propped against.

“Mornin’.” He sounds like death, but the sunlight hitting his dark, unruly curls and stubbly jawline made him look like an angel.

“Hi,” you said with shaking breath. “How do you feel?” You ask as you pull the chair from his desk to the side of his bed.

“Got to wake up to your pretty face so I’m feelin’ pretty good,” Clark jests. A laugh escapes him briefly, followed by a wince that jostles the mattress. Damn, he was sore.

“It’s not funny, Clark,” you state. “You scared the shit out of me last night.”

Clark’s smile fades and his eyes meet the ground. He outstretches his arm to find your hand. The tips of his fingers behind swirling around your open palm in a calming manner, the sensation raises goosebumps on your skin.

“I know. I’m sorry,” his tone more somber now.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” you reach over with the hand that Clark isn’t playing with to brush the hair from his face. “Just maybe don’t get locked in a pocket dimension prison cell with a guy that can make kryptonite in his bare hands again.”

He’s laughing again, paying no mind to how much it makes his ribs ache. He’s just happy that you’re here.

“Dually noted,” Clark clicks his tongue in jest.

You’re just about to ask him if he wants breakfast in bed or if he wants to try walking to the table when he speaks again.

“Thank you for looking for me. And for staying. I wouldn’t have made it out if you hadn’t found me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Clark. Love you to bits. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You quickly flick away the moisture pooling at your eyes.

Clark gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and it feels like a punch in the gut. He could never, would never know just how much you love him. You swore to yourself.

“I love you too, ya know,” his voice is low and hoarse.

“Back in the ship,” Clark continues, “I was pretty convinced that that was it for me. I thought I’d be way more scared than I was, but I felt okay. I think because you were there and if I died, at least I was able to see you again.”

Unsure of how to react, you pull his knuckles to your lips, gently kissing the bruised and swollen skin. You offer a sympathetic smile.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t die. That would have sucked.” You chuckled.

“Oh, no doubt,” Clark joined.

The two of you sit in silence, letting the sunlight shining through his windows breathe more life into him by the second. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s just quiet. Your fingers are intertwined and you’ve got your chin tucked into his forearm, resting peacefully against his side where he’s still tucked into bed. The plaid comforter is worn and smells like him. It’s hard to explain it, but it smells like home.

“Can I ask you something?” Clark speaks up after clearing his throat.

“Anything,” you reply.

His heart is beating in his ears and his pajamas suddenly feel even tighter, as if that could be possible.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if we were together? Like, as a couple and not just friends?”

You answer honestly, “Yeah, I do.”

Clark perks up, eyes locking with yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I think about it too,” he rambles, “A lot. I could never tell if you had feelings for me or if I was just projecting. I think I’ve loved you for a really long time and never realized how much until now. You are quite literally the most perfect and thoughtful person I’ve ever met in my life and I don’t know why I never tri—“

He’s cut off with your lips meeting his. His bottom lip is split on the side, but you still feel the plushness underneath. His mouth is warm and inviting, his neck craning up to push himself further into you. Any chance of the two of you being just friends had flown right out of the window.

“Clark,” you start.

“Yes ma’am?” He replies through a grin, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath.

“I really do love you, too. In that way. I always have and I have dreamt about a moment like this.”

“I feel like there’s a ‘but’,” Clark hesitates.

“But,” you confirm.

He’s frozen in place, praying to whoever is listening that you aren’t about to crush his soul.

“How about we work on getting you better first. I would love to continue this after you’ve got everything sorted out with whatever is going on in Metropolis first. Does that sound okay?” You ask.

Clark exhales with relief, bearing a white-toothed grin once again.

“That sounds okay,” he confirms. “But only if you promise to go on a real date with me once it’s all over.”

Your eyes look up and over, your pointer finger presses over your lips and you sigh as if in deep thought.

“Do I get to pick where we go?” You ask coyly.

“Of course. Anything for you, my love.”

“Then I think you’ve got yourself a deal, pretty boy.”

Before helping him up and into the kitchen for breakfast, you peck one last kiss on flushed, pink lips.

[miosotistarot]

Some kind words to calm your tired mind!🎀🍓✨

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Hello everyone Welcome! This is the first time I've posted a reading. I've wanted to do this for a while, but I felt a little unsure. I've never done this before, so I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my native language, so I used a translator. Also, I don't think I'm very good at organizing images 🥲 . I am open to receiving feedback that can help me grow and improve. Thank you very much for reading this far, and I hope you enjoy the reading!

Pile 1

Cards: 8 of Wands, Judgment, The Lovers, The Sun, 9 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 2 of Wands, 6 of Swords, and The Fool.

You may be going through a very busy time, especially in your professional life. This may be making you a little anxious, pile 1. You may have to make an important decision that will change many things in your life. It's as if it were something you have no control over and that is pushing you to make this choice. In a way, I believe there is some doubt about this, about whether this is the right path. Perhaps it is something between what you really love and something that comes more as an obligation. I believe you already have a long-term plan for this. I would say that the future you admire and dream of is closer than you think. Your mind may, in fact, need to stop being so anxious about it, even if you still feel like you have a long way to go to achieve the glory of victory. Perhaps this process is not so far away. You don't have to think that this is just your mind's idealization. Look at the path you've taken so far, your entire journey, the effort you've put in, every step toward your goals. You're almost there. Don't get discouraged or think about "what ifs"! Try to think more about how to enjoy these results. You also deserve all the glory for your efforts. I believe that this change that is about to occur in your life will be very satisfying, even if you feel reluctant about it, Pile 1. You will feel very happy in the end, with great satisfaction. It may be a little painful at first, but sometimes it is necessary to go out in search of something better, and it is okay to move toward something new. You are good at planning. Trust in that potential. Perhaps your spirit is calling you to something new, but you are clinging to something, even if it causes you doubts. You can love something very much and still sincerely pursue new goals. Don't be afraid to take risks and pursue your desires and dreams. You are moving toward something better, something that may even make you feel proud of what you have achieved (okay, but let's try not to go overboard, right?). Try not to overthink it and go for it, Pile 1! You've already done all your planning. The path that awaits you is toward the satisfaction you so desire. Don't let anxiety and attachments prevent you from experiencing something incredible, okay? Good luck, and I wish you all the success in the world. I hope you enjoyed it!

Pile 2

Cards: Ace of Wands, 7 of Wands, Knight of Wands, The Devil, Queen of Cups, King of Swords, 7 of Swords, The High Priestess, The Hanged Man.

Welcome, Pile 2! First, I would like to say that I feel a slightly heavier energy here. (Not that I mean to be offensive.) I feel that you can end up sabotaging yourself a lot sometimes, pile 2, especially with new projects you have in mind. It's as if there are some vicious cycles that end up making you think that something with great potential will always go wrong. But I believe you need to fight against that and move toward those creative ideas you have stored away. Write them down, remember them, get inspired, and build them. They are yours, they didn't come by chance, right? I also feel that you need to stop fighting your intuition and your feelings. You have a wealth of feelings and knowledge within you, but you seem to always doubt it, choosing not to see all the potential that can be built from it. Your intuition may have helped you so many times already... I believe that trying not to fight the way you feel and embracing yourself with more affection can help you a lot. You have vast knowledge within you and can get out of this situation. It's a little uncomfortable to stay that way, right? Better to move on. Being so hard on yourself, Pile 2, is something that hurts you. So try to find kinder ways. This can help you heal wounds that may even exist from other lives. You've held on until now, but I feel like you can no longer run away or fight the truth that overflows from you. You can get out of this situation, you can get better, okay? Don't believe in ideas of self-sabotage or even other people's comments. What you feel is something only you know, so respect your pain too. Perhaps there is a situation with a person to whom you gave your best, and yet you ended up getting hurt. I mean, you worked hard, you were very strong and determined, Pile 2. Don't devalue yourself and believe me, you did the best you could. But sometimes you can't do everything alone. The other side needs to move, needs to do something. Even if it's uncomfortable, it seems that this person prefers to stay that way, which is a shame. I believe that in this situation, it would be better to walk away and seek healing. But that's a personal choice that's up to you, right? I'm sorry if I couldn't say nicer things. I sincerely hope that you will be well and able to realize all your new ideas. I wish you all the luck and success, Pile 2!

Pile 3

Cards: 10 of Swords, 8 of Cups, Ace of Wands, King of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, The World, The Tower, 8 of Pentacles, King of Wands.

Well, dear pile 3, welcome! I believe you went through a difficult situation that made you feel very bad, and you may still feel that way. It brought you to rock bottom, but fortunately for everyone, it is coming to an end. I think it was some kind of ending in relation to a male figure, or someone with that energy. It could be someone who had a lot of money, someone who could represent a structure for you, either emotionally or financially. The breakup with this person made everything collapse and end as it did, with things changing abruptly and leaving you unsure of what to do. I believe you left this situation that made you feel so bad, even though you wanted to stay. It may have to do with home as well. This shook you, of course, no one expects to lose their pillars. But what came to me is that this is a new journey you are beginning, something that will be, and is already, transformative in your life. It is a process that will lead you, faster than you imagine, to enormous satisfaction and success. You will grow on the path you are following, and best of all: totally depending only on yourself, Pile 3, without fear that someone else might destroy your castle. You may think this will take time, but I believe it will be faster than you expect. I advise you to commit yourself and focus on your work, dedicate yourself to your growth. You will realize that all this disruption was, above all, a way of showing that you did it on your own, Pile 3. It may even have been necessary to break certain dependencies and insecurities, making you change and leave a situation that wore you down more than it made you happy. Enjoy the future and invest in yourself and your training. Don't be afraid to grow more and more, accumulate stories, travel. What if a job comes up somewhere else? Another country? Why not go? Of course, always with caution. You may come back a completely different person, someone who has worked hard to be who they are. Don't get discouraged and stay strong, Pile 3. You will soon have good results and all the recognition you deserve. Everything that happened didn't destroy you, it just pushed you to become even greater than you already are! You can be sure that the way you felt about that person will also end, and you will be able to heal all your wounds. Another thing, in your reading, three cards with the number 8 came up, that is, 888. This may be a sign. I don't know much about number sequences, but it seems to be a good sign of prosperity and financial abundance. Believe in your potential, you have something bright in your future. Good luck, Pile 3! I wish you every success too!

I sincerely hope you all enjoyed it! I apologize if I didn't say anything particularly kind, but I hope it helped everyone in some way! The dividers I used belong to @huraxy and the photos were taken from Pinterest!

Thank you very much again and see you next time! 🤗💜

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

"Wha-- No! Get behind me!"

But Kara's hand remains in hers, and her friend's only move is to stand beside her. Kara leans her head towards Lena, not taking her eyes from the threat standing before them.

"*This* is Mercy?" she asks from the corner of her mouth, but notably loud enough to be heard by the room.

Lena's eyes flash to her friend, before she catches herself and flashes them back to Mercy. The woman has too long proven herself a coiled snake for Lena to risk taking her eyes off her for long.

"Yes," she grinds out. If she sounds like she's bitter, well.... she is.

Kara leans a little closer, but speaks no quieter. "Huh. Thought she'd be taller."

Lena jolts. A joke? At a time like this? Still, a smirk curls her lips, unbidden. To her surprise, Mercy bristles at the comment-- or perhaps Lena's smirk.

Without saying a word, Mercy launches into motion, lifting her stolen gauntlet up to fire a burst of energy towards them. Just as swiftly, Lena reacts by slipping her hand from Kara's and slamming it into the gauntlet of the Lexosuit. The shield it projects forms before the blow can strike. It rebounds off the almost invisible barrier, forcing Mercy to dodge with an uncharacteristic stagger.

Lena doesn't realize she's stepped in front of Kara until her friend places a hand on her shoulder, just enough to let her know she was there. Another plea for Kara to run and escape dies before Lena gives it voice. At this point, it would just be wasted breath and, more importantly, a distraction.

"Let me guess," Mercy drawls, eyeing them both. "The little miss reporter your brother's told me so much about?"

Kara's hand doesn't tighten on her shoulder, so much as it stiffens. Lena feels her tense, and reaches her free hand behind her to touch Kara's hip in reassurance.

"What you and my brother discuss hasn't been my business in a very long time," she quips back. Mercy's about-face back then still stings, but not enough that it sinks its claws in her like it used to. "You should have known better than to come here."

"And miss my chance to reunite with my old protege? You always were more mine than his, surely you agree."

Lena doesn't take the bait. "Even if I agreed with your politics, Mercy, I'd stop you simply out of spite. Luthors do hold a grudge after all-- surely you agree."

Okay, so maybe she nibbles the bait. Just a bit.

Mercy ignores her, surveying the remains of the lexosuit beside Lena. "Ever the tinker... do you remember what Lex always said when you showed him your little projects?"

You should try making them in pink.

It still rings in her ears, and makes her blood boil even as she lifts her chin coolly.

"It's telling he only mocked the color-- easier to find fault in the form of a thing when he couldn't find any in its function." Lena's smirk deepens. "Tell me, Mercy, when Lex finally tires of you... will it be form or function?"

Mercy's response is a pulse from the gauntlet on her own fist, one that Lena easily deflects. She's getting under Mercy's skin. Good.

"Or will it be your own idiot brother--?"

Mercy roars, lunging to physically tackle Lena, gauntlets be damned. Lena turns neatly and grabs Mercy's gauntleted arm back and behind. She swings Mercy into a concrete pillar, earning herself a touch of satisfaction when she hears the breath leave Mercy in an audible whoosh.

Before she can recover, Mercy snakes out a foot and tangles it between Lena's, making her stumble. Suddenly, the tables reverse and Lena is the one breathless against the pillar, Mercy's gauntlet around her throat as it whines with a building charge.

"You picked the wrong side, Lena. Those roaches don't deserve to live, and neither do those who give them mercy. Lex still holds a soft spot for you-- so, I suppose I'll just have to make sure you don't live long enough to exploit it-- augh!"

Lena drives her fist into Mercy's abdomen in a vicious punch and activates her shield just as the blow connects. Mercy goes flying, hitting the opposite wall with a crunching thud. She doesn't rise again, out cold.

Wheezing, Lena scans the lab for Kara. She finds her friend at the far end of the table-- the furthest she's been from Lena all day. Had she been on her way out the emergency exit...? Lena's puzzling halts when Kara's wide-eyed expression brightens into a full kilowatt grin.

"Nice job, babe!"

Lena blinks. "Babe--? What was *that*?! 'We're together now'?! Kara!"

Her friend shrugs, a little sheepish. "The way you talked about Mercy made it seem a little... I dunno. Like there might have been a little something there."

"Kara..."

"It was the least I could do."

"The least you could do was *run*--"

"The least I was willing to do, then." Kara grins, entirely shameless.

Lena sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose between tired eyes.

"Right. Fine. Okay. Just... can you call Supergirl or something? I want this bitch out of my lab as soon as possible."

Kara nods, somehow looking all the more pleased with herself.

"That, I can absolutely do."

cuties

[katebeckets]

BEYOND THE STARS: An MSR Playlist ⤷ Part 6 of 10: Mystery ✧ based on this playlist by @laurencem

It's always the mystery, I've come to see, that brings out the best in the you and the me.

playlist / songs ↘

MYSTERY by Indigo Girls / Yeti highlighted the lyrics in the gifset and I think they're perfect, of course, but I also love what the lyric starts as because it feels so Mulder: "every thought's a possibility, and voices are heard but nothing is seen. Why do you spend this time with me? May be an equal mystery." And another MSR lyric I love is "not everything is better spoken aloud, not when I'm talking to you." That's so them (although it probably would've helped them out a little if they said a few more things out loud). I honestly wasn't sure how I wanted to do this playlist because I feel like there's just so much to these lyrics that I can't cover it all, but I returned mostly to the title and what that could mean. What is the mystery? Is it them? Is it their feelings? Something bigger? And that's how I ended up with these songs.

ORPHEUS by Sara Bareilles / This is another repeat I had to make an exception for. This is such a beautiful song about uncertainty and chaos and the need for something to hold on to, some solid ground, and how they can find that in one another. It felt like a perfect song for this playlist and Sara Bareilles writes the most beautiful lyrics. I think "I know you miss the world, the one you knew, the one where everything made sense because you didn't know the truth" is very Mulder in season 7 because of his mom and Samantha and all the questions he has and tries to find answers to, and Scully is there beckoning to him: "don't stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos." And one of my favorite lyrics ever: "if the bottom drops out, I hope my love was someone else's solid ground." Someone's constant, someone's touchstone.

DEAR HOPE by Sara Bareilles / I reeeeally didn't want to put two Sara Bareilles songs back-to-back, but this just made the most sense to me when I was deciding on the order, so here we are. "Dear Hope, I could really use you now, throw me a rope" felt like a good match to the theme of this playlist and its episode pairing. Scully is especially struggling to make sense of things in "Amor Fati" and there's so much desperation on her part as she tries to save Mulder; she needs something to hope for, she needs Hope to throw her a rope. "I don't feel you now, but I know you're there" also echoes what she says when she talks to Mulder in the hospital. She begs him to hold on and, in return, she holds on to hope.

FOREVER ENDEAVOR by The Altogether / Like many of the songs, I also toyed with putting this in different places, but the chorus is the main reason it ended up here: "I'll share this forever endeavor with you, never expecting what's bound to come true. It's always the mystery, I've come to see, that brings out the best in the you and the me."

SNOW ON THE BEACH by Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Ray / This song is very special to me and also was one of the first ones I thought of when I was thinking about this playlist. The chorus felt especially fitting: "and we're falling like snow at the beach, weird but fucking beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible, but it's coming down, no sound, it's all around like snow on the beach." The image of snow on the beach is absurd and unbelievable but incredibly beautiful, and I feel like that fits them so well; it's almost too good to be true, which I think is very much how they feel about one another, especially Mulder with Scully. The mystery of "how is this real?" when thinking about how much love there is between both of them. Also, "your eyes are flying saucers from another planet" in an MSR song is just perfect.

CHINESE SATELLITE by Phoebe Bridgers / Look, I had to work this in somewhere, it's just too good, and I think it fits this playlist best. I like that it asks a question, which fits the idea of this playlist having various mysteries: "why would somebody do this on purpose when they could do something else?" And a song with the phrase "I want to believe" has to be on an MSR/x-files playlist. This song is sadder than the others, not quite as romantic, but to me it's a very them song, especially Mulder. The ending of "I want to go home" hits hard when you think about what's happening in this episode and how really, all he wants is Scully. Home.

OUTER SPACE by John Grant / This is a song that @well-and-true suggested when I asked about people's MSR songs, and it's so fitting for both them and this playlist of mystery and wonder. I can see Mulder playing this song for Scully and her rolling her eyes but also fighting off a smile because he so honestly tells her that this song is for her: "I think that you must be from outer space, maybe from somewhere beyond the stars. I think you must be extraterrestrial 'cause you can open up the heavens for me with just one smile."

[ablobwhowrites]

Im really curious on how EVERYTHING would go down if it was like the 2014 movie turtles instead of the 2012 turtles. Like imagine having these absolute giants as your nephews??? Like itd be so odd to see Shredder y/n who’s a head shorter scolding these big ass ninjas lmao….,,, and the turtles, esp leo and donnie just feeling guilty and stuff for whatever shit theyve done

Shredder Y/n, having to strain his head to look at Raph who fought with Mikey and broke one of his precious (backup) heirlooms again: “You’re in BIG trouble young man!”

Mikey with a shit eating grin: “ooooh! Raph’s in trou—“

Shredder Y/n: “You too Mikey!”

OH and we cannot forget about the multitude of heroes and villains thirsting over y/n. And the turtles being gen z and stuff they’d definitely see all the fanfics, edits, hear me out cakes, literally anything that mentions shredder y/n. Donnie would try his best to prevent his uncle from seeing all the horny diabolical crap being made/said about him

Civilian #1: “Hear me out.. Shredder Y/n. Specifically when his suit got torn.”

Donnie, already on his 5th reporting streak: “Nope.”

It's still the same really. Y/n doesn't give a damn if they tower over him cause 2014 splinter is kinda shorter than shredder y/n but you saw how splinter still Is stronger than them but y/n is their uncle and they like their uncle y/n.

Shredder y/n looking at a old picture of the turtles: "look at little you. You were so nice and always gave me the little trinkets you found." *Looks at raph* "now all you are is kid with attitude."

I imagine y/n has to keep the turtles away from the heros or other villains because y/n doesn't want them to get hurt but saw that they once got in a fight with Batman and went to go save them so he could say that their vigilantes but of course y/n then was forced to explain what his nephews were and y/n didn't know how to explain it without sounding like a maniac. I like to imagine the bat kids meet the turtles through y/n as he wants the turtles to have more heros friends to hopefully make them better heros even if splinter disagrees, y/n knows the bat kids wouldn't tell anyone because they have secret identities plus if they told anyone then they would sounds crazy because who is going to believe that they saw giant bipedal turtles who were ninjas? Yeah no one.

Y/n tries to keep his nephews in check but they are teenagers so will do dumb shit for time to time and they do break things because they fight eachother as y/n once actually did yell at them but not in the 'this is the only way you can hear me over your four yelling' but more of 'stop cause you'd going to be in deeper trouble if you don't.' cause Mikey found the real family heirloom that y/n has kept hidden but Mikey somehow found it and put it up and y/n had his heart drop when seeing the real heirloom out and was knocked off the shelf it was on because raph and Leo were sparring and it nearly dropped to the floor with y/n bascially sprinting and landing heavily on his shoulder to have it not break. Y/n did yell at them like how splinter does and somehow even scarier than splinter does yell at them cause y/n then went to go put the heirloom back in its case and hide it somewhere else.

I imagine Donnie does have tiktok and other social media accounts to just keep up to speed with everything but tiktok is where y/n constantly sees the thirst for his uncle. He sometimes just turns off his phone and has to sit there for a bit reflecting why everyone wants his uncle but I do imagine Mikey is like "wow! A lot of people like you uncle! Look at this post!" Then shows y/n the phone screen and it's someone doing those hear me out slideshows and it's all y/n. Y/n has deleted tiktok off of Mikey's phone now.

Random Civilian: "god I want shredder y/n so bad."

Donnie in a disguised account: "Please stop, that's my uncle."

Random Civilian: "I want your uncle then."

Donnie: "STOP!"

I love to imagine that y/n sometimes when the turtles fight to much amongst each other, y/n just getting so mad that he makes the turtles return their weapons and keeps them until they all and I mean full apologies to eachother as y/n is a frustrated because y/n's plan was foiled by the heros again and some henchmen had to call in sick because of a cold because they had to wander around in the cold of Gotham when it was snowing and y/n told those henchmen to wear something warm and they didn't listen.

Y/n is a uncle, a father and a villain. This man has to take care of their large nephews that can probably murder a man if they wanted to and are basically bigger than him but y/n still cares for them like when they were kinda smaller than they were.

(Anyways! That's it for my yapping session for today! If you guys like it and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[secretress]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞? 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞?❞

A moodboard of your soul tribe and some messages.

Masterlist.

Author's note,

This idea came from a recommendation from one of you, so thanks.

Moodboard | Divider.

Pile I.

Lenormand card: house.

“If you ever leave us, we are going to smack you into oblivion. We love you—fuck, we adore you so much. You are our light, and we couldn't imagine not meeting you.”

“You make everything so silly and fun, you're like a frog king sitting on their own mountain, and it is so goddamn gorgeous.”

“Everything about you is so silly, your name, you make us remember that life is way too short and having fun is never a bad thing.”

Frog is very significant here. It may be your spirit animal (those who prefer yellow in everything or like green way too much.. then they should), and for the rest, you have been hearing their sounds or seeing that as a sign. Intuition says, ‘’when you are at the end of your might, you will see a frog ribbit at you, and you will look up to see two sweet people waving at you to join. Don’t be afraid, it is your journey to meeting your soul tribe and soulmate..’’

Masterlist.

Pile II.

Lenormand card: birds.

The energy that oozes out of you right now is anxious, and yet you do it on purpose. It’s the best way to gauge out toxic people and for you to dip afterwards. Kind of like those salesmen that sell something to you, get their money, and disappear afterwards. But there is nothing to be ashamed of, since you don’t actually have bad intentions rather you are kind of like a white knight.

You are kind of like Batman and Nico Robin if they had a child together. You care about others a lot, but you will hide it with that persona, and when you become close with others, you are exactly the moodboard and your soul tribe will see it. Always sacrificing for the greater good, but never for yourself.

Your soul tribe is going to guide you and make you your best self, so stop worrying about becoming them—you need help, and that is okay.

Goldfish is very significant for your pile, though.. only your intuition can answer why that is.

Masterlist.

Pile III.

Trigger warning: faintest mention of self-harm.

Lenormand card: clover.

Your soul tribe are kind of crackheads without the drugs. They are very wild.. very wild, chaotic, more chaotic than you would assume, but it is something you have needed in your life so it makes up for that.

Intuition wants to let you know something important, ‘’let your guard down around these rugrats. They will be able to see through your bullshit very easily. They are very intuitive and will know if you want to cause yourself harm. You have a lucky, genuine friend group, so be genuine with them as they are with you. You will just know it is them and want to sabotage it—don’t.”

Angel number: 333.

Masterlist.

Pile IV.

You are a clown. Whether you dress up as one and go to your birthday parties crying alone or be a clown with people who have given a crap about you. Clown behavior.

You need to start appreciating your friendship group you have because they are your soul tribe, but you knew this, no?

“Clown behavior, she’s a clown, he’s a clown, they are a clown, behavior!! It’s a clown!” This keeps speaking in my mind like a parrot, and parrots mimic what they hear or see.. so what have you been calling yourself so much that something in your mind has mimicked it perfectly like a parrot?

You are never going to do better for yourself if you keep treating yourself like a clown, and not the fun and cute ones—not the creepy ones either.. just an asshole clown. Those arrogant, boring ones, that's what you are doing to yourself. I would ask you if you think you deserve it, but you would say yes without a heartbeat, and that’s not cool.

Do I think you are a clown? Yeah, but the fun ones with your dead parents or dead loved ones. You always come to their grave and treat them with love, respect, and a genuinely good atmosphere, but when it comes to yourself and your soul tribe? No.

But my intuition says, ‘’treat yourself with respect. Your parents [or dead loved ones] were not your fault. Stop beating yourself up—you were never in the wrong. You deserve better, so get better. If you cannot receive it from yourself, seek it from your soul tribe. They are genuine, and I know that you are too, but you won't show it. Show it, and see a new world. They love you, and I love you too.”

Masterlist.

[singdancegetnaked]

I had a college reading level (according to standardized tests which are garbage but not the point) by the time I was nine and I spent the ages of ~3 to ~19 reading so nonstop that I was memetic to people around me. By middle school I was reading a new 500 page novel a day, not counting newspapers and magazines and fanfic and shorter fiction (I didn’t get into longer nonfiction, outside the occasional memoir, until college). There was no way on any earth any adult was going to manage screen all of it before I got to it.

I read so so so many things that I “shoudn’t” have and I’m glad I did and think I’m better for it in basically every way.

Literally the only, idk, nuance? that I would add is not only do I think kids should be able to read whatever they want, but also that kids should have easy access to resources to understand what they’ve read, including trustworthy adults either within or outside of their family, to talk to about it and process it. Because I’m not mad about any of the things I read about “too young”, but I am mad that I couldn’t always safely turn to someone to get explanations or context or comfort because I knew I’d get punished for reading it.

If it was so traumatizing or upsetting I would have stopped reading it. No one was making me. Sometimes I read something upsetting or that I didn’t like and then I made sure not to check out any more books like that. Because this was something I was doing by choice. I have a lot of childhood trauma, and a whole lot of it revolves around when I didn’t have agency over myself. None of it has to do with my memories of reading, even when I have memories of reading things that scared or impacted me.

I spent the majority of fifth grade really into gruesome mystery/suspense novels with sexual assault as a common theme and I was riveted and I had questions about some of what I was reading and I couldn’t fucking ask anyone really normal questions for a kid to have about, like, the real world they are currently living in. Because I knew if people knew what I was reading I could get in trouble or, worse, get my books more heavily screened.

I found the specter of violent rape and murder (as was often described) vaguely scary, the way a house fire was, or my parents dying. I found the descriptions morbidly fascinating. I wanted to know how real it was, how true. “Does [x] actually happen?”, “What does [x] mean?” I wanted to ask absolutely any adult who wouldn’t be scandalized by my knowing enough to ask the question. But I didn’t know adults like that. So I did what I always did, more reading.

My mother has some friends with younger children, and she laughed while telling me yesterday about a chat with them. She was telling them, you see, how she had accidentally raised a very good liar. By being too controlling, too censorious, too rigid. She said she told them she had a “brilliant, amazing daughter” who was “far too skilled at lying”. Which is true. My brain makes up lies constantly even if as an adult I have practiced not saying them. Lies to protect me. Lies to remove myself from your thought or scrutiny.

I don’t like lying. I never have. I never will. It makes me sad. My autistic and also slightly hubristic ass wants everyone to understand everything I think and feel absolutely perfectly all the time. In part because precious precision and clarity my beloved, omnomnom. And in part because I cannot stop myself from believing that if they did they would be forced to agree with me about everything ever. I am aware this is untrue but knowing and feeling can conflict at times.

But I am very good at lying. And that’s not a trauma I got from reading, it’s a trauma I got from frightened adults who didn’t want me to.

one of my most firmly held beliefs is there's no such thing as an inappropriate book for a kid and people try to debate me saying like buhhhhhh I shouldnt have been reading the things I did when I was a kid and it's like cool but did you die??? did anything bad happen to you?? or were you allowed to think about what you did and didn't know and walk away when something got too intense or whatever.

[berriblossom]

Soft headcanons for Mac pt. 3 + more domestic stuff part 2 here

Not a morning person. At all. Night owl for sure, but Mac will have the tightest grip on you if you have to get up before them. I'm talking, basically you dragging them along with you if you happen to need to go to the bathroom. Koala-ing you essentially.

@snazzyspider gave the most wonderful idea that Mac would play electric guitar. And I can't unsee it. So now you shall listen too. They want to strum a few cords, you are plopped beside them, they'll even teach you, yapping about what some great beginner songs there are for practice.

Mac is the owner of many rings, silver, metallic ones specifically. They still have their mouse clicker icon one from when they were a computer, sometimes they look at it and smile...ah when you double-clicked them so well.

In any college au/ roommate, au I have the most firm belief. This nerd has poor sleep and terrible eating habits. Like, Mac seems like the type to survive off 1 Costco rotisserie chicken for 2 weeks. If you move in and cook, expect them to be in the kitchen with you learning.

In an office/coworker, au? Bring them lunch. Trust they would be over the moon you thought snd cared so well for them to do this. And if you put cute ideas into it? They're taking pictures no matter what.

I already stated this but. Mac has dog shit vision. To the point they have mistaken things for other things aloud and you have to hold their hand when you tell them...that in fact was just tree. Not a human-person.

Mac dislikes romance novels, but their favorite pastime? Making fun of any romance movie/film/book you bring to them. Tearing it to shreds. You are getting your money's worth aafter all.

Despite Mac not being into the romance novels, they themselves are a romantic. Im talking random sweet gestures. I'm talking cute ass date ideas, you wanna go out to eat at a fancy restaurant? Mac has a reservation and private table booked and ready. Terrible day at work, come close so they can hold you while you rant to them, they will always listen. You're sick/feel bad/ don't feel like being a person today? They get it. But let them dote on you, remind you how much you matter/mean to them while looking at you as if you hung the moon, the stars, and created the whole universe.

You know that trend of someone asking their partner to peel an orange? Just hand one to make and they will peel it, even ask if you want the membrane part, and would arrange it all nice and pretty for you.

Gamer. But a "please sit in my lap or beside me for emotional support" gamer.

I feel like if you and Mac are in public or your looking at something, somehow their eyes are always looking back at you. Always, you glance up to see if Mac heard you their eyes were on you moments before. Filled with love and ready to listen.

Morning and evening cuddles is a must. I think Mac would love holding you but they never complain about being little spoon. Rub a hand up and down their back, another in their hair? Scratching their scalp? Their blushing so hard but oh! Don't stop!

👏baths👏. Mac had a short fear of water when they first became human, but if you take baths with them, time over time it becomes a routine. It helps them, really but, the cuteness of the moment is even better. How sensual it is for them to help you wash your body, facez hair all of it, is perfect for Mac.

Said this before but. Mac is a "go get my wallet then" type of partner. They would such a good breadwinner that anything you want, it is yours. But they will be taking note of your financial records and tracking your spending habits. Mac seems like the type to dead ass, wake up give you morning kisses, affirmations, love then ask "Did you spend $11 dollars on a coffee order?" Yes they can excuse it if it's you, but nothing is getting past them.

I feel like Mac over time as your relationship grows, thinks "it can't get better than this" Oh but it can. It always does with you. No amount of bad days could ruin that determination in their mind.

Anything domestic you two do? Oh the rose tint on their glasses doesn't seem to go away now doesn't it. Its sooo good to Mac that you both can live together, occupy each other's space together and exist. As humans too? Every time they break that down in their head when you two cook, clean, do laundry, it makes a dopey smile appear on their face.

Mac is the personification of "watch your face" or words more likely. You two doing something and they hear the most outlandish thing from the couple a few feet away from you two, their face is going to tell it. That or their head is going to look in that couples direction. Nosey Mac is real still to me.

[vivispost]

omggg i KEEP thinking about inspections w bigbrothercaleb who always makes you get on his bed and spread for him…maybe once a week? hell i feel like that man would make you spread em every night before bed ??

like imagine gege getting you to strip and show him that you’re nice and clean for bed and no one’s broken into you before he gets to. He touches around only to make sure everything is healthy. And he gives your clit a little kiss goodnight ahhxhejxjejjfdjk

Ugh you get me so bad anon oh my goddd.

Bigbrother!Caleb who asks his sweet little meimei to get ready for their nightly inspections. It's second nature at this point and of course you'll listen, he's your gege afterall ( ◜𖥦◝ )!!! You know the drill, make sure you're all ready by the time he gets there. You eagerly make your way to his room as you strip yourself of your day clothes leaving only your panties, just how your gege likes it ๑>ᴗ<๑! You lay in bed as you await his arrival, taking in his scent on his sheets as you wait. You really enjoyed this special time you spent with your gege, it was something only you two did together and you loved how he made you feel. When Caleb finally does make his way to his room, uniform still wrapped around him, too restless to take the time to undress himself. Plus he knows you like it as well. He hungrily takes in the view of his little sister laid pretty just for him, nearly losing control at the sight but knowing he had to wait for now. He would approach the bed and stop at the edge kneeling in front of it, reaching to pull you forward as you giggled. His cool leather gloves leaving goosebumps along your thighs.

"Have you been good meimei?" He'd quitely but firmly say as he looked up at you before you answered just as he expected you to.

He'd plant soft kisses along your thighs. His warm breath in contrast to his cold gloves leaving you shivering. He would continue until you'd start whining for him to stop teasing, begging him to go further.

"Please what baby." He'd mumble along your plush thigh before lightly nibbling on your inner thigh.

After finally using your words he'd bring his face closer to your heat, breath softly fanning your clothed core before finally making contact, tongue licking along at a teasingly slow pace, leaving you restless before he hooked his fingers on your panties, slowly bringing them down, taking in the perfect view of his sweet sisters tight pussy. Pink and puffy practically calling for him to finally intrude and get the job done but he knows he has to wait, wait until he knows you can completely take him. For now, these nightly inspections will quench his desire. His gloved fingers lightly glide against your folds before he spreads you further, taking in the sight of his own personal heaven. Biting his lip to contain every nasty thing he wished to say. "I swear you just look better and better everyday meimei" he'd whisper before removing a glove. "Open up" he would firmly command. Index and middle finger resting along your plush lips before you took him in your mouth, the salty taste of his fingers now becoming familiar to you as you did exactly what he taught you. Lips wrapping around both fingers as your wet tongue glided along, successfully lubricating his fingers. His eyes would darken at the deminstration, something deep inside him awakening at the image of his little sister being so dirty just for him ๑>ᴗ<๑. "There ya' go, just like that" he'd coo as you gently suck along his fingers before he removed them with a pop, a string of saliva connecting between your lips and him. With his fingers he'd rub along your pussy once more. Gently "inspecting" every inch before bringing his face lower, softly kissing along your thighs again before finally placing a tender kiss on your swollen clit (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵕ ก̀⸝⸝⸝)ෆ.

Afterwards he would get you dressed for bed, hands brushing along your body as he helped you into a nightgown placing a delicate kiss on your head as a final goodnight before sending you back to your room. Gran wouldn't be too happy if she caught you in there, at least not anymore (৹ᵒ̴̶̷᷄﹏ᵒ̴̶̷᷅৹).. she just doesn't understand how much he cares for you.

❥𓂃𓏧A/N: Gege is so kind and caring I need him ಥ_ಥ Kind of got carried away! Also yes, Gran is still alive during Caleb's colonel arc for the sake of the plot loll

[rileygorski]

this isn’t how she wanted her day to go. mel was hoping for an easy shift, one that made her less irritated at the thought of having to watch elf four days in a row now. but she should know that life throws unexpected curve balls and yet—she still hasn’t learned to wear a helmet.

becca’s brought into in the er with a gnarly gash on her right hand from a knife incident during cooking class. her eyes are closed while she chants mel’s name like a prayer. every iteration is a dagger twisting deeper through her heart. her and langdon take the first available room she sees and while, yes, blood had soaked through the bandage—she’s just glad it pales in comparison to other cases she’s dealt with. still, it’s becca. her becca.

mel can already tell she gonna needs stitches.

atleast she won’t be the one to do it.

“becca, i can’t treat you because of protocol.” she tells her once they’re in the room and she can finally breathe. “but don’t worry because dr. langdon is a great. i know he’ll take good care of you—exactly like i would.”

becca’s eyes are open now as it flickers between the two of them.

“i know you.” are the first words out of her mouth. “mel talks about you a lot.”

“yeah?” frank replies, dawning on a pair of gloves and a small smile on his lips. “all good things, i hope.”

becca nods. “all good.”

“okaaay..i am going to go check on my patients but i’ll be back as soon as fra—dr. langdon is done.” she places a kiss on her forehead before turning towards the door. she makes it five strides, stopping at the door way, until mel’s turning back around and taking in the view in front of her: frank’s asking becca to go over what happened and she laughs at the jokes he makes in between.

“i know it’s bright in here so...” he’s making his way towards her to dim the light but there’s a look on his face, determined, one that says ‘i’ve got this. she’ll be okay.”

mel gives him a smile. there’s no one she trusts more.

when she hears becca’s laughter echo from outside her room, mel thinks watching elf won’t be that bad.

*

*

“mel!” she looks up from the computer screen to see becca bounding her way. there’s a freshly wrapped bandage on her palm and langdon trailing behind her.

“hey, becs, how’d it go?”

“great! i didn’t cry. frank made me laugh.” she says far too happy for a girl who accidentally cut her hand open. “are you proud of me?”

“always.” mel confirms. “really glad you’re okay, snoopy.”

“i won’t bore you with care instructions. i’m sure mel’s got it.” langdon says, handing mel discharge papers. he does a sort of bow in becca’s direction. “thank you, becca king, for choosing pittsburg trauma medical center for your emergency care needs—please hesitate to come again.”

becca’s lets out a laugh that turns heads while frank leans down to whisper something in her ear. they exchange a knowing look before he’s walking away.

mel raises an eyebrow. “what was that?”

“nothing.” becca dismisses with a wave of her hand. “i like frank. he’s a good doctor. and really funny.”

she nods, ignoring an i told you so that threatens to spill out. her arms wrap around her sister and in her hair she muffles an “i love you, becca.”

“love you more, mel.”

*

“she called you frank. twice.” mel tells him. again.

he’s leaning against the lockers next to her, bag slug over his shoulder. his hair has seen better days, sticking out every which way. it’s expected after a long thursday shift.

mel doesn’t hesitate to run her hands through it.

“i know.” frank gleams. “what else did she say?”

“that you’re the worst person she’s ever met.” mel deadpans.

“funny.” her hands have made their way down and around his shoulders but he pries them off and lays them on his chest. he shifts her close enough that his breath tickles her face when he says, “i think i heard the words. ‘i like him’ and ‘he’s funny’…correct me if i’m wrong, doctor king.”

mel responds with an eye roll. she really needs to knock his ego down a few. “calm down, romeo.”

“so much for waiting until christmas to meet her.” he mumbles into her hair.

her sister had a tendency to be very critical of mel’s relationships. if becca didn’t like someone, she would know. the last time she brought someone home, becca uttered the words ‘i don’t like you’ directly in his face before retreating back to her room. it was the last time she brought another guy over. now, she’s extra careful with who she brings into their little family.

but if today was anything to go by, mel has never been more sure frank langdon’s here to stay.

[kyogre-blue]

I hate how long this reblog chain is getting, but I'm going to add to it anyway...

HSR writing certainly ends up "turn your brain off and vibe" but I can't credit that when they make you read so much goddamn lore. It's so overcomplicated and yet feels so poorly planned, which is truly such a combination... well, anyway. I better not get started complaining because I'll never stop.

In regard to the whole 12 factors thing, it seems to be described as data being passed down, so I took it to be something like reincarnation. They can definitely have different human names and lives, but the soul (the data with the attached file name like NeiKosXXXX and such) would be the same predetermined one. This is presumably why we get the system error messages about failing to load data into buffer for the recurrence to start and how I assumed they forced the system to cycle - fully erasing Cyrene's data (PhiLiaXXXX) from the current cycle made the system go back to last main save (start of the cycle) to recreate her from the "clean" data inheritance from the previous cycle again or whatever.

See?? It's so confusing! How am I supposed to viiiiiibe---

Castorice is a particularly weird case. I'm unclear if she and Polyxia were two halves of the same data name (seems to be the case??), and there's a second "factor" person that they were supposed to trade off with for this cycle (and its recurrences) but Polyxia screwed things up by creating our Castorice and letting her become a demigod on a technicality. Or if "Castorice" and "Polyxia" traded off with each other every cycle. You'd think it wouldn't make sense if one of them is the Titan at any given time, but then there's two Phainons running around, so...? Souls sure are mysterious.

In regard to 3.1, I think there's a particular issue where they pretty obviously changed their intended direction for the Flame Reaver. Not the part of him being time traveling Phainon, that's clearly always been the plan, but the details. Just look at the degree to which they emphasize from every angle that he's connected to the Black Tide (including gameplay, him applying the same debuff as black tide monsters), how he "rode in on the black tide," but then by 3.4 there's no direct connection at all. You have to link it all back to Irontomb and it's a huge stretch. He also has a whole ass conversation with Krateros that has very odd contents but also is odd in that he can talk fine, but then by 3.3 he's unable to even properly register Cipher's anything...

Not to mention the weirdness of what Anaxa posits about him. Even if you play that off as unreliable narrator, making Anaxa of all characters that unreliable is a narrative move of all time. (Anaxa thinks he stores the coreflames in his sword, but our boy is just rawdogging those into his body lol)

"Because he was specifically planning to attack places where the Chrysos Heirs would be on a certain day instead just going to grab the coreflames that were sitting there undefended, like Aquila and Oronyx?" Hilarious because he literally does just take Oronyx's coreflame straight from Oronyx.

But yeah, he clearly started doing something that went beyond the simulated sandbox Amphoreus, but we just Don't Know what that actually means or looks like.

3.5, please give us something....

Detangling Mydei's Backstories Backstory?

My last post, casting doubt on 3.2's revelation that Mydei's immortality is deliberate on his part, led to some interesting discussion in the comments that definitely reinforced my earlier thoughts that the inconsistencies in Mydei's backstory are too numerous to be accidental. Star Rail is not known for its flawless continuity (Robin and Sunday's backstory, I'm looking at you lol), but usually the inconsistencies are not so overt, and repeated so many times, that they become central to the entire plot of a character.

So I wanted to refine my earlier theory a bit: I'm cautiously optimistic that there are enough signs that the inconsistencies in Mydei's backstory are deliberate, and that the Mydei of the current cycle in Amphoreus is actively experiencing an entanglement between two different timelines, without (yet) consciously recognizing the incompatibility of his own "memories."

When we work from the standpoint that the events of Mydei's backstory can be separated into two distinct timelines, the inconsistencies vanish:

The "Sea of Souls" Timeline

This is the most prominent timeline, and the one that appears most accurate for "our" Mydei. In this timeline, Mydei was thrown into the Sea of Souls as a tiny infant and spent the first nine years of his life there. This is confirmed both in the flashback we're provided early in 3.1, as well as in Mydei's voicelines and character stories.

After nine years, he crawled out of the sea (possibly motivated by witnessing Tribbie's "star" in the sky). On the same day (or very near it), he met with a band of Kremnoan exiles.

Whether this was a larger group already, constituting a small "detachment" army of exiles, or just started with the five exiled friends and Mydei then grew into a small army by picking up other exiles over time, is still unclear. However, at this point, Mydei makes no mention of returning to Kremnos and instead goes straight from "leaving the sea" to "living ten years in exile:"

This is the key point of inconsistency between the two "halves" of Mydei's story--either he lived in Kremnos or he didn't. We can handwave here and say "Yes, he returned to Kremnos with his friends and they just hid their identities, leaving Kremnos years later in a self-imposed exile," but the story gives us absolutely no indication that this realistically could have happened. Mydei never once mentions hiding his identity, changing his appearance, or living a double life in the city, and never explains how he would have had access to the inner city of Kremnos ("as befitting a crown prince") and the royal library, yet still go totally unnoticed by his father or anyone loyal to Eurypon, including Krateros. (There's also no explanation at all for why he would have wanted to return to a city ruled by someone who tried to murder him and where he would have had to live life under a fake identity just to get by, but you know...)

Instead, the game does give us several pieces of information indicating that the five Kremnoan exiles did not return to Kremnos after meeting Mydei:

First, Mydei's character stories confirm that Mydei deliberately hid his name while traveling in exile across Amphoreus, indicating that he knew he would be recognized by Eurypon/Eurypon's loyalists if he didn't hide his identity. This awareness suggests it is extremely unlikely that Mydei could have returned to Kremnos without being identified:

This also suggests that, at this point in this timeline, no one in Castrum Kremnos knew for sure that Mydeimos had survived being thrown into the Sea of Souls and returned. This is further confirmed by a memory fragment where Krateros says there has been a "rumor" that the leader of the exiled Kremnoan army is one who "defied death." Krateros alone makes the assumption that this could be Mydei and decides to defect to aid him:

This memory suggests two things clearly: Mydei was not living in Kremnos at the time Krateros defected, and the exile of all of Mydei's friends must have taken place before they met Mydei, years in the past, as there is no way an entire small army could have been exiled from Kremnos, with Mydei in toe, and not at all attract Krateros's attention until after they were gone.

The idea that Mydei never returned to Kremnos is further enforced by Eurypon, who did not recognize Mydei when he confronted him, to the point that he didn't believe Mydei was even Kremnoan. This suggests that Eurypon not only didn't know Mydei's true identity--he'd never seen him before at all, making it extremely unlikely that Mydei was walking around Castrum Kremnos, talking to Chryseus Leo, and reading in the royal library all under some false identity for years. Eurypon certainly wouldn't have been capable of exiling someone he'd never seen before from Kremnos, in any case!

Therefore, we can assume the series of events in this timeline is pretty straightforward: Mydei entered the Sea of Souls as a baby, came out nine years later, went straight into a life of exile with his five friends, amassed power and support for ten years, and then returned to seek vengeance on his father.

The only remaining question in this timeline becomes "When did Mydei join up with Okhema?"

I think, in this timeline, it makes the most sense for Mydei to have only joined up with Okhema after killing his father. In 3.1, Mydei confirms to Phainon that all his friends died before he was able to kill his father, and that none of them ever made it to Okhema:

Therefore, the final order of events for the more prominent timeline is:

Dumped into the sea as an infant, nine years in the Sea of Souls

Ten years in exile with his friends amassing strength and support

Returns to Kremnos, kills his father, and the last of his friends dies that day

Then he defects to Okhema, leading any of the Kremnoans willing to follow him there.

By itself, this story makes perfect sense. If this was all the information we'd been given, there wouldn't have been any gaps.

Unfortunately, we also have a whole other set of information that massively conflicts with these events, which can only really be explained two ways: Either Hoyo messed up (again) and really dropped the consistency ball when it comes to writing Mydei's backstory... Or there's an entire separate timeline going on. Personally, I'm leaning toward the latter, because there are just too many seemingly deliberate fingers in the story pointing toward the inconsistencies for them to feel entirely unintentional to me.

Therefore, I propose that Mydei's memories are actually getting infiltrated by a second, entirely different timeline:

The "Gorgo Lives" Timeline

From 3.0 all the way to 3.2, we're given numerous pieces of information that point to a wholly different order to the events of Mydei's life, contrasting the story that Mydei tells Phainon in the Garden. At first, these events seem scattered and nonsensical, contradicting the "main" timeline in too many ways to be anything but errors... But when taken as a whole, we can build a second coherent timeline out of these events if we make one assumption: There is a timeline where Gorgo lived longer.

In the second timeline which is intruding on Mydei's memories, there appears to be one key point of divergence: Gorgo did not die dueling Eurypon. Either she never challenged him to the duel, or (more likely) she was never successfully poisoned, and therefore it's possible she won the duel, allowing her to rescue Mydei from the sea.

Working from that possibility, a second complete timeline emerges:

Mydei was thrown into the Sea of Souls as an infant but did not drift there for nine years. Instead, he was rescued and brought back to Kremnos, where he was allowed to grow up in the inner city, with access to both Chryseus Leo, who served as his teacher, and access to the royal library, which he is proud enough of to call "his" library. He is able to lead Phainon and the Trailblazer around Castrum Kremnos even in its ruined state because he grew up there, spending enough time there to know the city like the back of his hand:

This is where we can slot in the inconsistent memories Mydei has of Gorgo:

(By the way, although Mydei writes this scene off as a dream, you can actually hear Oronyx's whisper play in the black screen seconds before this "dream" occurs...)

But okay, let's say this is just a wishful dream. Maybe this scene never happened. If all we got of Gorgo supposedly raising Mydei was this moment in 3.1, I might agree that it was just a dream (other than there being no reason to play Oronyx's sound effect there, but you know). However, in 3.2 they then hit us with this:

That's multiple moments now pointing to a timeline where Gorgo raised Mydei. Once is handwave-able--twice? That's deliberate.

In this secondary timeline, Mydei appears to have grown up as Kremnos's beloved crown prince, being warmly embraced by his people (at least until Kremnos fell into calamity). Apparently his days consisted of eating pomegranates, training for combat, playing with Kremnos's kids, and hanging out with his five friends. We see snippets of this idyllic life (along with his five friends appearing to be roughly the same age as him--something that likely wouldn't be true in the "main" timeline, by the way) on Mydei's long march back into Castrum Kremnos:

I know some people took this to be Mydei hallucinating or just wishfully imagining a life where he was able to be happy with his friends, possibly even some metaphorical "encountering the souls of the departed in a paradise," but I don't think this is true. Every single time Mydei phases in and out of this "hallucination," the visual effect and the sound effect of Oronyx are distinctly played--the exact same sound and visuals that play when Trailblazer activates Oronyx's prayer to jump between timelines.

Mydei himself doesn't seem to quite understand what is happening to him in this moment, as you can hear him stumble and pant as he repeatedly goes through flashes of Oronyx's power. You can listen to comparison video clips on the prior post I made about Mydei's backstory.

Furthermore, if we work from the assumption that these moments actually represent a rupture between timelines, then the rest of the inconsistencies can finally be cleared up:

In 3.0, Mydei says that his choice to leave Castrum Kremnos was not a forced exile but a "self-imposed" one:

And this aligns with what he stated in the Garden of Life to Phainon, that he and his friends "left Castrum Kremnos" to go into this self-imposed exile, rather than having never returned to Kremnos from the sea:

Furthermore, this also aligns with the angry NPCs in the past version of Castrum Kremnos that Trailblazer and Castorice travel back to:

Remember that this version of Castrum Kremnos was supposed to be occurring while Eurypon was still alive, so there is absolutely no way this line makes sense in the same universe where Eurypon didn't even know Mydei had survived. There isn't any way, in "our" timeline, that Mydei could have been both the "crown prince" of Kremnos for these NPCs and completely unknown to his father, the king.

These NPCs, furthermore, directly accuse Mydei of "deserting Kremnos," suggesting that Mydei was living in Castrum Kremnos as their prince, and then abandoned them to join Aglaea in Okhema, getting himself and everyone who went with him labelled as "traitors to Kremnos" in the process. None of this makes sense in the context of a timeline where no one in Kremnos knew he had even survived.

Instead, all of these elements point to a different sequence of events:

Gorgo lived, likely winning her duel and thereby (likely) giving her the right to save Mydei from the Sea of Souls and bring him back to Kremnos. He was raised by his mother as the beloved crown prince of Kremnos. Then, years later, as his father and Nikador both descended into full madness, Mydei and the Kremnoan detachment defected.

But what would have triggered this sudden need to defect after years of leading Kremnos as a well-liked prince?

The flashback between Mydei and Eurypon actually suggests a possible reason:

Apparently, at some point, in some timeline, Mydei knew about Eurypon's plan to break Nikador's divinity into separate parts and seal him away, harnessing the power of their titan for himself.

Yet the Mydei of 3.0 seems to have no idea about any of this, never able to give any explanation for how Nikador has degraded so much nor why Nikador is seemingly unkillable. Castorice, Mem, and the Trailblazer have to come up with the idea to go back in time to the past Kremnos by themselves, because Mydei never makes any mention of there ever having been a plot to break up and seal away Nikador's divinity, even when they walk past the very blades that did the sealing.

Finally, there's one last piece of conflicting information: While talking to Phainon in the Garden of Life, Mydei states that all of his friends died before the detachment could ever join up with Okhema and that all of their deaths occurred by the time he went to kill his father. But this conflicts with the NPCs above, who state that Mydei had already defected to Okhema and joined the Flame Chase Journey as a Chrysos Heir while his father was still alive.

This inconsistency is further reinforced by a memory fragment with Krateros, who confirms that Mydei had joined up with Okhema already before killing his father:

Putting all of this together, the complete series of events for this second timeline becomes:

Infant Mydei is quickly rescued from the Sea of Souls, is instead raised by his mother, and grows up as the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos with his five friends.

At some point, years later, he discovers Eurypon's plot to break up and imprison Nikador's divinity, and he and his friends and supporters defect from Kremnos as a result.

Either they go straight to Okhema (I'm inclined to say that "ten years of wandering" doesn't fit, chronologically speaking, into this secondary timeline) or they do wander a bit, but ultimately, Mydei reaches Okhema and aligns with Aglaea before killing his father.

After aligning the Kremnoan Detachment with Okhema, Mydei returns to Castrum Kremnos to kill his father, possibly to halt Eurypon's evil plan to harness Nikador's power.

At some point in this timeline, presumably before Mydei returns to kill his father, Gorgo likely still dies (possibly killed by Eurypon and/or Nikador), which explains why the Gorgo in the Sea of Souls seems to be the one convinced that she raised Mydei.

And this is just pure personal speculation, because there isn't enough evidence to really confirm it, but I almost feel like we can even pinpoint how/when the whole decision to defect to Okhema took place. At the end of Mydei's flashbacks to the "peaceful" Kremnos, Peucesta says that Mydei has been away from Kremnos for a while.

Leonnius assumes that Mydei was away on some apparently extended training trip, but this moment specifically ends with Gorgo welcoming Mydei home and asking him one very important question:

Obviously these lines are doing double duty, symbolically welcoming the present Mydei back to the ruins of Castrum Kremnos and asking him whether he's finally ready to take on his role as the "Guardian of Amphoreus." But as the wiki notes, this takes place in a flashback to the past, and for the "Mydei of the past" (aka the Mydei of the alternate timeline), this could very well have been Mydei disappearing from Kremnos to make contact with Aglaea in Okhema, and Gorgo questioning him about his decision to commit himself to the Flame Chase Journey, leading up to an ultimate and permanent defection from Kremnos. (This is just speculation though, trying to tie the last few loose ends together.)

Anyway, when taken from this perspective, that there are two separate backstories here, one from a world where Gorgo lived and the more prominent one where she died, we can sort all the seeming inconsistencies in Mydei's backstory into two surprisingly tidy and complete timelines.

I haven't yet found anything in any Mydei scene that doesn't fit one of these two scenarios, so I'm starting to definitely feel optimistic here that this writing was intentional, and that the "contradictory" backstory we're seeing for Mydei isn't "the worst continuity Star Rail has served up to date," but instead an actual deliberate choice to present us with a character whose memories are a hodge-podge of two divergent timelines, snippets of one timeline constantly erupting and "filling in the blanks" of the other.

I think this would be a fascinating way to lead up to the idea that Amphoreus's world isn't real, that it's a cobbled together story or set of memories that someone is barely holding together, and that it's constantly cyclical in nature, with events repeating with slight variations across times. The idea that Mydei is actually experiencing two different sets of memories crushed together into a tangled jumble and that he's only just now starting to become aware of the discrepancies would be such an excellent way to reinforce the "unreality" of Amphoreus's plot as a whole.

I really hope this is the direction that they take the story... Or at least that I won't one day be looking at all my Mydei posts and sadly thinking to myself that I put a lot more thought into the character's backstory than his own writers did, RIPPPPP. 😂😂😂

Cope with me, people!