#maybe a particularly bad nosebleed

[grape-jucie-dog]

@mer-acle ( I'm sorry for the tag spam 😭) SO I'VE BEEN THINKING.

Obviously because it's us, we gotta have angst moments in the Modernthena sitcom because... Yes.

And we see how Athena is basically like "Yeah I gotta look after the traumatized mortals" right? Perfect, now put a pin in that for a second.

Now, in my headcanons for Quick Thought, 1 minute in the real world is 1 hour in QT. Which ALSO means that 24 minutes in the real world is a full day in QT. Now, doing the math, 4 hours in the real world equals to 240 minutes in total. Now, convert that to Quick Thought time, and you get 240 hours. Now converting THAT, it would be 10 days. So, 4 hours in the real world is equal to 10 full days in Quick Thought time.

Now going back to Athena. Let's say a certain mortal is studying or doing some kind of work for... 3 or 4 hours. Let's say another certain mortal was out running an errand or getting food to make Athena a thank you gift (a thank you for taking care of them both). Let's say Athena is in Quick Thought that whole time, and the after effects start to kick into overdrive when she finally gets out.

Looks like Hart and Thena need to take care of Athena now. How the tables have turned.

(might be actively writing this, who knows)

[amaya-writes]

rewatched black clover then saw your event and now i'm thinking how would Finral, Gauche and Leo introduce their fiance to their siblings. for the sake of this req let's say their siblings had no idea they were getting engaged (for Leo maybe his sis knew but brother didn't? idk i cant imagine neither of them knowing)

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: sorry for the delay!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Finral Roulacase, Gauche Adlai, Leopold Vermillion

Fem reader, you/yours

Finral Roulacase

His brother needs a minute.

Literally just points at Finral then you and goes you actually managed to convice her to fall for you?

Might make fun of Finral a bit but Finral can tell he's secretly happy for him.

Langris is more interested in the ring than you, he is glad to say that his brother has good taste in jewellery.

They end up discussing family matters after that and what's going to happen with certain pre established marriage agreements.

Overall Langris doesn't really care much, sure he's happy his brother found someone but it's kind of a 'meh' moment for him.

He isn't interested in getting to know you either, in his head you're like the Black Bulls—someone his brother likes but he doesn't particularly care for.

Don't expect to see much of him around either, although he does expect a wedding invite even if he might snark on about not attending.

He does in fact attend.

Gauche Adlai

His sister is so excited it's honestly adorable.

You've already met in the past since Gauche had to introduce the two most important girls in his life to each other, but she gets very excited at the prospect of having you as her future sister.

Gauche has to roam around with tissues because he keeps getting nosebleeds at the idea of the three of you living together like a happy lil family.

Once she finds our you're going to be her future sister in law his sister constantly asks about you when Gauche visits. He almost can't visit her without you because she sometimes seems sad and then Gauche feels very bad.

This one time the two of you got into a fight and she asked about you and told Gauche something along the lines of you better not take my sister away from me and to this day he does his best to never argue with you.

Overall your relationship is really sweet. Since Gauche is kind of like her father figure anyways you sort of become a maternal figure for her.

Leopold Vermillion

Fuegoleon is so genuinely surprised he doesn't even know how to react.

Their parents called all three children to the house for dinner which was surprising in itself, so when he sees you there he is pretty confused.

You're a close family friend, and ever since you were children it was sort of a given that Leo was yours and you were his. You two were just fated to be together.

But Fuegoleon presumed that his parents would at least give him of all people some forewarning before an engagement.

He ends up finding out that Leo actually proposed out of nowhere, you accepted and told both families a few days ago.

So why was Fuegoleon so late to the party?

His sister finds the entire situation funny and doesn't miss a beat before teasing Fuegoleon for being slow and not seeing the signs. Like how Leo suddenly decided to visit their grandfather (for a ring that was pre decided) the day he proposed.

Fuegoleon is honestly very pleased with the entire ordeal. You were always like a little sister to him anyways, but now that relationship is just solidified.

He does however tease Leo quite a bit about being a man and the responsibilities that come with marriage.

He's kind of surprised that Leo is going to be the first of the three of them to be married. That's Fuegoleon biggest concern rather than the sudden announcement.

Mereoleona definitely teases him about how their little brother has a better love life than him.

[triptychgrip]

Viktor vs. the "fix-it" fic (new chapter)

We don't get to see the evidence of it, but I'd like to think that Viktor eventually feels very bad about his decision to prioritize his fancy clothing over catching Yuuri after the latter's Free Skate in episode 5. And, in my head, the figure skating fandom gives Viktor so much shit for it -- particularly Minami Kenjirou -- that Viktor, haunted by guilt, decides to "right his wrongs". Of course, he ends up taking the ever-dramatic Georgi's advice to write "fix-it" fanfiction for Yuuri about what he should have done in place of that blithe "oops, watch the nosebleed!" response.

But let's say Viktor -- 1 year post-canon -- reflects back on that day and starts to feel insecure, not just about the nosebleed debacle, but also regarding the several other things he did that betrayed his lack of coaching experience during that competition (cough cough...changing into his suit instead of sticking close to where Yuuri could see him so close to the warmup session). So maybe he goes a bit overboard when he writes that fix-it fic, taking many many artistic liberties with what went down that day.

Of course, he doesn't realize how upset this will make Yuuri, who has never demanded perfection of him, "Living Legend" or not.

This is the premise of my 10K WIP (that I just updated). As of now, the plan is for this very meta, hurt/comfort story to close out at 4 chapters.

On the surface, it may look like a lighthearted story -- especially because Viktor gets editing help on his fic from many of his and Yuuri's other friends (see the above bracketed parts in the summary) -- but I really wanted to delve into the topic of Viktor and insecurity. Particularly, with respect to the fact that he, understandably, really didn't know what he was doing when he and Yuuri made their debut at the season qualifier competition. This, of course, was compounded by the fact that some of the most important people in his life, like Yakov, were outright dismissive of his decision to be a coach in the first place.

If this sounds interesting, I hope you'll take a second to check out the excerpt below, from the newest chapter (Chapter 2). In it, a certain email mishap gives Yuuri the mistaken impression that Yuuko (one of the people Viktor turns to for editing help), not Viktor, is the one who's been writing RPF (real person fanfiction).

Excerpt (from Chapter 2):

When Yuuri switched back to actually read what had been written next to the fandom and relationship headings, he flushed violently.

Yuuko had written RPF fanfiction starring him and Viktor!!! 

To Yuuri’s immense relief, the draft in question was rated ‘teen’, which enabled his buzzing brain to quiet somewhat; he likely would have died of mortification at the thought of his literal oldest friend conjuring up smutty fantasies starring him and his fiance.

He could vaguely remember Yuuko mentioning wanting to do some creative writing over the summer, but he’d assumed that it would be something in the sci-fi realm, which was her preferred reading genre. And yet according to some of the tags – which made him giggle, in spite of his confusion – this draft was a “fix-it” fic, taking place at the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regional Championships just over a year ago. Kenjirou’s teasing from last month came to mind, and Yuuri began to suspect that this must be Yuuko’s way of joining in on the “Viktor gang-up”. 

Additional Tags: 

Fix-it fic, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Anxious Katsuki Yuuri, Supportive Viktor Nikiforov, this is what should have happened at the Chugoku-Shikoku-Kyushu Regionals last year, fuck your designer suit Viktor, let’s not pretend he doesn’t own a thousand of them, Smitten Viktor Nikiforov, Grand Prix series qualifying competition, 2016-2017 skating season, Everybody Loves Katsuki Yuuri, BAMF Katsuki Yuuri, no noses were harmed in the making of this fic, and no chapstick for that matter either

Summary:

“You caught me!” Yuuri exclaimed, flushed from exertion, and looking so incredibly gorgeous.

Viktor’s heart tripped with affection at that beaming smile, and he planted his feet before reaching up to wipe, gently, at his student’s bloody nose.

“Of course I caught you,” he scoffed, though he made sure to allow his tone to slide into joking territory. “What kind of coach would I be if I hadn’t?”

Though he had a somewhat hazy look in his eyes (he had smacked into the rink barrier pretty hard, after all), Yuuri seemed perfectly content to carry on their conversation while nestled within his arms.

“Well, I’m all bloody,” he replied, looking a bit sheepish. “Plus your suit is so nice…it’d be a shame if it got stained.”

Viktor tightened his hold, hoping he’d be able to remember this euphoric moment in such vivid detail weeks, months, and a year from now. Yuuri had just debuted the program they’d choreographed together, the one they’d poured their hearts into!

Who cared about a little blood? 

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Instead of prioritizing his obscenely expensive designer suit, Viktor Nikiforov catches his student after Yuuri debuts “Yuuri on Ice” at the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regionals. 

(A 1-year “post mortem”/fix-it fic, in which poor Yuuri never ends up getting a migraine after his skate, because his doofus of a coach actually catches him)

Definitely intriguing.

Yuuri examined the page count and snuck a glance at the clock on the wall. This draft was rather long but it would only take ten minutes to pop over to Lilia’s adjoining studio, and besides, he was in desperate need of a distraction from what had come up in therapy. 

You can read more here!

[ridiasfangirlings]

For Fushimi's birthday, the S4 alphabet squad take Horma's Yatagarasu and present him to Fushimi as a gift. The idea was supposed to be something along the lines of "here's your mortal enemy, do whatever you want with him" ...they aren't exactly expecting Fushimi's reaction to be getting a nosebleed at seeing Yata tied up in ribbons (maybe set in a time that the s4 think theyre still enemies but they actually arent anymore?)

I’m pretty sure I saw a couple of comics about this in the fandom early days XD Maybe Fushimi’s been particularly grumpy the last few days and no one can figure out why. They’re not entirely sure about what Fushimi’s current relationship with Yata is either, imagine this as post-ROK and the two of them swing wildly from being best friends again to arguing and not wanting to speak to each other. As it happens Fushimi is not very happy with Yata at this moment and he’s complaining under his breath about ‘stupid Misaki.’ When the alphabet squad hold their emergency Fushimi’s Birthday is Coming Up meeting (because they have one of those) Akiyama mentions hearing it when he was bringing Fushimi coffee. They all assume Yata must have done something really horrible, Doumyouji idly says ‘what if we just tie Homra’s Yatagarasu up and give him to Fushimi-san?’, shrugging like it’s the simplest explanation in the world. The squad laugh it off like we couldn’t do that…or could we.

So then Fushimi’s birthday arrives and as usual this makes his mood even worse because he hates his birthday. Even so the squad decide to surprise him, imagine Hidaka wants to blindfold him and Fushimi just glares until Hidaka backs away all weakly ‘f-follow me.’ They lead Fushimi into a room where Gotou and Doumyouji dump open this huge box, and out falls a very cross Yata completely wrapped up in ribbons. Fushimi goes completely silent as Doumyouji says this is a good present right and Hidaka’s all so…have at him, Fushimi-san. Fushimi tells them all to get out, Akiyama suddenly notices Fushimi’s nosebleed and Fushimi again snaps at everyone to leave. They hurry out and Hidaka actually feels a little bad for Yata, what if Fushimi really attacks him, and is stopped from going back by Akiyama who sagely says that no, he understands this, things will be fine. (Meanwhile back in the room Fushimi is having a good laugh and taunting Yata, who is still gagged by a ribbon, like see what happens when you made me eat vegetables on our date yesterday Misaki, you get tied up and punished.)

[jane-0-doe]

“Bad Day” Drabble

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TW: Mentions of Scars & Injuries, (Poor) Description of a Mental Breakdown

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A/N: Thanks to the anon who pointed out I wrote smth stupid lol I appriciate it :)

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A shaky hand searched for keys in a bag. It was covered in multiple scars — some were straight and fresh, and some were healed and star-shaped.

After some struggling, Izuku finally reached them.

Tears were already forming at the corners of his eyes, and he sure as hell wouldn't let them fall in public. Not again.

The doors swung open, hitting the wall behind them. Izuku didn't particularly care at this point; he was desperate to be in his safe space again.

He didn't give two shits about the neighbors either. They would complain about him and his mom living there anyway.

After entering the apartment, everything was a blur — locking the door, taking off his shoes, and throwing his backpack on the ground.

Izuku just wanted the pace his bedroom gave him after a long and tiring day at school.

When he first arrived at the education facility, it was pretty fine, as no one decided to budge him.

Then it went downhill when the time for math class came. His teacher, Miss Enshin, was in a bad mood today, so she gave him special attention during the lesson, laughing at him after he couldn't solve a math question made for college students.

Izuku learned it was for that age group because he checked it online after the class ended.

Later, during lunch, Bakugou and his goons found him. That encounter gave him a nosebleed and a first-degree burn across his forearm.

Fortunately, the bell rang, forcing his bullies to leave — but not before 'blessing' him with the knowledge they plan on finishing it after school.

As they said, they did. A few bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder weren't that bad, though. They could have done worse — like they once did!

That time, the bullies gave him a few cracked fingers and a big, first-degree burn directly on his stomach, accompanied by a few deeper cuts on his arms and the back of his neck.

He ran to his bedroom as the tears started to fall. Sobs threatened to escape as he finally reached his destination.

After the doors were closed, Izuku started bawling. His tears fell like a waterfall while his shoulder shook during his wailing.

His body ached. His brain, his stomach as well as his heart did. It was a bit odd and he should mind it, but not right now. Maybe later.

His breakdown took around an hour because, after a while, he heard keys rattling downstairs.

It meant his mother was back, and as if to assure him, he heard her voice calling out.

"Izuku, darling, are you home?" Inko yelled, presumably from the kitchen.

"Yeah! Um, J-Just give a second!"

Izuku's breathing was still shaky, but he answered.

He collected himself off of the floor and made a run for the bathroom, where he locked himself.

Wrapping up his injuries and making sure he didn't look as if he just had a breakdown (which he did) took a concerningly short amount of time.

Practicing had its effect.

He unlocked the door and headed for the kitchen.

There she stood, smiling in a loving manner. His mother had her favorite pink apron on, meaning she was cooking.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" The green-haired woman asked her son.

He only smiled gently.

"It was alright, mom."

[karlie-what-you-want]

So some gaylors and swifties are saying taylor is mirroring KK with brittany mahomes now, because she did that lover pose and that she is throwing shade to her. I don't know what to think anymore, I really don't understand what taylor is doing right now

also KK was mocked for being on the nosebleeds by some late night show and they are saying taylor and tree planted this

The stunting with Brittany mirroring Karlie left a particularly bad taste in my mouth. It seems so unnecessary, as do any potentially planted jokes about Karlie that just add fuel to the fire.

We can’t know their intentions, though.

Maybe Colbert is in on it all, or maybe not. Either way, I believe Taylor and Karlie stand united, and that Karlie is extremely resilient.

[the-slasher-madame]

Can you pretty please do a part 2 of the slashers with a significant other like Eleven from stranger things? I love the first one so very much 🥺🥰❤️

Part II of slashers and an S/O with powers like Eleven from Stranger Things

HI!!!! I'd love to dear <3333

This is honestly really popular!!!! And thank y'all for bearing with me and my lack of a schedule, my brain is a bit of a walnut. Anyways!!!! Here we go

CWs: blood, mentions of violence and gore, slashers, Otis Driftwood, let me know if I'm missing anything!!

Lester Sinclair: you are so right, this man is freaking the fuck out. If you pass out? He's right next to you, Vinny is going to have to take care of the both of you. Will get advice from Vincent on how to take care of you. Definitely crosses himself the first time you use your powers, but he's not really scared of you, just the whole supernatural piece freaks him out. Will, like his older brother, will have a little aftercare kit ready to go. He'd damn near fistfight Bo if he asks you to do anything as a party trick or to help with the tourists. Absolutely babies you, and cuddles you, and is just the softest boy ever. Loves you very much and is always just making heart eyes at you

Billy Lenz: I feel like he'd be really excited and think it's the neatest thing ever. I think he's still childlike, especially when it comes to you doing shit with your mind. I think he'd worry when your nose bled, because he's probably had a few himself due to less-than-pleasant reasons, so he would gently clean it away while murmuring. "Sh sh sh, Billy will clean piggy's nose. Billy will be very gentle." He would not appreciate the effect your powers can have on telephones, because he really likes that thing lolz. First time you do it, particularly if he didn't know, he's gonna be kinda scared and pretty excited and babbling on quite a bit (I fucking LOVE how everyone writes how it talks, it scratches my brain grooves really good). Will drag you to the attic if you pass out and hold and rock you until you wake up. Quietly mumbles to you and pets your hair. 10/10 sweet excited lil kid

Billy and Stu (poly): oh boy, I think we allllll know how these 2 are gonna be. . . Both will tease you endlessly. Stu will beg you to do tricks and will randomly imitate you (really badly, using like fishing poles to make things float). Billy will just tease you anyways, no matter what, and he'll try to keep Stu in line so you don't overdo it. They both get a little freaked when you get the nosebleeds, Billy will be cleaning you up and be like "you should be more careful, huh Professor X?" Stu is gonna be less chill and more freaked and feel kinda bad, particularly the first time you get a nosebleed. If you pass out? Ohhhh boy, you will wake up to them standing over you yelling at each other. Stu is like wailing and so so scared and Billy is like "get your ass together damn it, go get the first aid kit I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY NEED JUST LISTEN TO ME DUMBASS-" Just pure freaked out mother hens. Would feel like they're in a horror movie when they find out, not quite scared, but maybe startled.

Pyramid Head: No reaction from Geometry man, none. Would probably think you're another punisher lol. I mean he's used to weird shit, and blood, and passing out. He's a little startled when he sees it all at first, but I think he would be more comfortable after finding out, I think he'd feel more like he can relate to you. Is also more relieved because he sees you aren't entirely helpless in Silent Hill. He doesn't freak out if you bleed/pass out, just drags you out of the way if you're unconscious. May need to be asked if you need help cleaning up the blood, he's just so used to having blood all over himself and seeing blood all over everyone/thing else. I just don't think he is familiar with anything from outside of Silent Hill, people (and geese) included.

Otis Driftwood: another one that is terrified. He's gonna go through every reaction that the Hewitt's went through lol. He's terrified, he think's Satan is finally after him, he's just a mess. Might point a shotgun at you until you explain you're A) not going to hurt him and 2) not Satan. More tough love, he's like "oh a nose bleed? That's it? you're fiiine." Would freak if you passed out, but he would never let you know that (Baby would fill you in and laugh a bit with you). Will ask you to help with victims, but is understanding if you don't want to use your powers or are uncomfortable with the Firefly Family Business. After the first time you pass out, he'll be soft when y'all are going to sleep that night. Holds you close and whispers in your ear about how worried he was.

Pinhead: just like Pyramid Head, but I think he's more with it when it comes to knowing that nosebleeds and fainting aren't super good things (he was human at one point, right? I think he sort of remembers but not like entirely). Also feels a little closer to you after he sees you have powers, cause hey so does he, ain't that swell- Would probably also smirk a bit while you bleed. Feels more comfortable having you in his little corner of hell, around his fellow cenobites, like he likes knowing you can hold your own. Feels unpleasant when you pass out, but will make sure you wake up in a soft bed, feeling refreshed and with whatever you need awaiting you. He cares, but is a bit distant and that shows through in how he takes care of you (definitely thinks you can handle your nosebleeds yourself, will not clean you off or baby you unless you lose consciousness).

That's the rest of them!!! I really hope you like it <33333

[here2bbtstrash]

HI! I wanted to say I love your idol joonie one shot I enjoyed reading it it was amazing. If only the OC can be invited on tour and ride him backstage before he starts the show.

five minutes (explicit)

genre: smutty lil drabble!! and me popping my request cherry >:)

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: your fuckbuddy has a graduation gift for you, but he might have overestimated your self-control.

this is a companion fic to my oneshot park and ride! read that one first if you want to get all the references, or don't, i'm not your mom

word count: 2.6k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ idol verse, fuckbuddies, semi-public sex (aka a quickie in the green room), fingering, unprotected sex, dick-riding, dirty talk, squirting, a 3 second blowjob, joon's dick is still Very Big, ft. tiny cameos from JK and yoongi

A/N: remember when i said i would write this later, i LIED, i'm a LIAR, i wrote it NOW because i really liked the idea (and i was super bored while traveling). ask and you shall receive anon, i hope this is what you were looking for!!!! 💜

this is also on AO3!

~*~

You’re enjoying a quiet Friday night in, basking in the glow of not having to stress about homework for the first time in two years, when a familiar number pops up on your phone.

“So, how does it feel to be done with grad school?” You’re surprised to hear him ask. Maybe the bar is in hell, but his own schedule is busy enough, you didn’t think he’d have the brain space to remember yours, too. “I know you worked hard for it. I’m proud of you.”

“Yep, I finally got my stupid piece of paper.” You say dryly. “Maybe now I can actually get paid enough to get a new car.”

You swear you can hear him smile on the other end of the phone. “Pretty soon you won’t even need me anymore.”

“I thought we discussed last time that I keep you around for one specific reason.” You can’t help yourself. “A very big reason.”

Namjoon laughs softly. “Well, maybe this will help my case. I got you a graduation present.”

Now he’s surprised you twice in under a minute. “I– what?”

“Did you know we have a stop on this tour that’s right by you?”

You do know. The tickets had sold out in approximately four seconds, if your Twitter feed was any indication. You didn’t even try for one; you’re so broke you’d only be able to afford nosebleeds at best anyway, and the thought of being that close but that far from him makes your heart sink in a way you can’t quite understand.

“So I’ve heard. Am I gonna be your Uber driver again?”

“I probably won’t be able to get away, unfortunately.” He says, and you nod, leaning back against the cushions of your couch. Hearing that phrase never sucks any less, but you’re used to it. He’s a busy guy. Sex is nowhere near the top of the priorities list.

“But,” he continues, “I did get you a ticket, if you want it.”

The revelation shocks you, and your stomach turns a little. Better seats would be great, especially for free, but you have other reasons for not being an avid concert-goer.

Namjoon is an incredible performer, they all are, but the thought of standing in a massive crowd where people next to you are loudly obsessing over his thighs and his chest has never sounded particularly appealing. It’s not jealousy; you understand as well as anyone that he’s an attractive man, it’s just… it’s weird.

“Joon,” you start, with no idea how you’re supposed to phrase this. Who turns down a free ticket to a BTS concert?

“It’d be backstage in VIP, okay? I promise, the screaming isn’t so bad there.” Backstage? Your head swims. He pauses for a second, but can clearly tell you’re not convinced, and his tone softens. “I hated the thought of being so close to you and not doing anything about it. I really just want to see you, even if we can’t…” he clears his throat with a half-laugh. “You know, go for a drive.”

You absolutely do not feel like a VIP, but your heart jumps at the thought of seeing him before you can tell it not to.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be there.”

He can only chat for a few more minutes before he’s pulled away for the next thing on his schedule. After you hang up, you slide entirely off your couch and onto the floor in a daze, wondering what the hell you just agreed to.

~*~

It turns out attending a concert as a VIP guest is not that far off from your well-worn hotel ritual. You go through the familiar motions, flashing various people your ID and the badge around your neck, and you receive a security escort through the network of hallways that lead into the heart of the stadium.

At security’s direction, you hang a left, past a room where you see racks upon racks of clothes ready and waiting for quick changes, and you’re so distracted that you nearly collide into Jungkook. His eyes widen. “Oh, hi!”

You’ve met most of the members in passing– it’s sort of hard not to– but you’ve always had a particular soft spot for JK. It might have something to do with the time he voluntarily sexiled himself to Taehyung and Jimin’s room for a night so that Namjoon could invite you over. A true friend.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say with a nervous smile.

“It’s good to see you! Namjoon said you were coming. He’s in the green room if you’re looking for him.” He gestures to a door at the end of the hallway, and you thank him as your pulse starts to race.

You gently push the door open and peek in. Namjoon is sitting alone at a chair in front of the vanity mirror, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his legs. He has headphones on, and his fingers are steepled, pressed to his lips. He’s clearly deep in thought, and a feeling washes over you like you shouldn’t be here, like maybe you should just turn around.

But then he glances over and sees you standing there, and his whole face lights up, those killer dimples on full display.

He slips his headphones off as you step inside; you can’t close the distance between the two of you fast enough. You loop your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your waist, and then you squeak as your feet leave the ground when he fully picks you up.

“Hi,” he says against your ear with a laugh, and when your feet make contact with the floor again, you push up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands at the small of your back. Kissing Namjoon standing up doesn’t happen often, and it’s enough to give you a head rush.

His lips linger on yours as his hands travel gently downwards, and then he makes a noise of surprise against your mouth and pulls away.

“Oh my god,” he groans softly, pinching the fabric of your new favorite skirt between his fingers. “You did this on purpose.”

You can’t hide your wicked smile. “It’s possible. You did say you liked it, if I recall correctly.”

You lose your composure as his hands slip under your skirt to grab your ass. You inhale sharply, thankful that you’re alone. Namjoon’s mouth drops to your neck. “God, I wish we had more time,” he groans against your skin.

You should behave. The fact that you can see him and touch him should be more than enough, and you should just be grateful. But he really does make you insatiable. “I can be quick if you can,” you murmur against his ear.

His life-ruiningly big dick hardens against your thigh; you can feel every inch of it straining against the fabric of his pants, and you shift to grind your core against him.

“Fuck,” he hisses. Arousal floods through you at the notion of how close he is, the fact that only a few layers of clothes separate him from where you need him most. You’re already soaked, ready for all of him.

You hear a grunt and a shifting sound from behind you and nearly jump out of your skin, quickly leaping back to put some space between you and Namjoon. When you turn towards the source, you realize that you completely missed Yoongi, asleep on the green room couch.

Namjoon winces when you whip your head back to glare accusingly at him. “Sorry. I totally forgot he was there.”

You fix him in your gaze for a second, but you’re honestly too horny to stay mad. “To be fair, you were distracted.”

“Still am,” he grunts, running a hand over the front of his pants. You can only imagine the internet-wide panic that would ensue if he went out onstage this hard. The dick print blogs would have a field day. You’re frozen in place, ridiculously turned on but also starting to feel guilty for putting him in this predicament.

Namjoon crosses to the sofa, one hand slipping into his pants to tuck his erection into his waistband.

“Hyung,” he whispers, giving the couch a light kick.

Yoongi grunts again, but doesn’t move, eyes still closed.

“Hyung, I need the room for a minute.”

At this, he finally cracks an eye open. “Hmm?”

“Can you nap somewhere backstage?”

Yoongi squints at both of you as he slowly sits up. He looks pissed– although he kind of always looks like that, so maybe that’s just his face– but seems to realize he can get back to sleep faster if he doesn’t waste time on an argument.

He yawns as he shuffles out of the room, turning over his shoulder in the open doorway. “Just so you know, you’ve got like, five minutes.” Then he slams the door behind him.

Namjoon doesn’t waste even a second, instantly pulling you to him and finding your lips with his, tongue sweeping into your mouth. You let him guide you backwards until you’re pressed up against the green room door, and you hear the lock click.

His lips move to your neck again, his hands sliding up your thighs. “Can you do five minutes, baby?”

“Y-yes,” your answer turns into a whine as his hand brushes over your panties, and you spread your legs to give him more room. He pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side, and when he slips two fingers into your cunt, you both groan: you at the pleasure, and him at how little resistance there is when he pushes in.

“Fuck, you really want me, huh?” Namjoon practically growls into your ear, and you whimper open-mouthed as he curls his fingers inside you. He shifts and you can feel him pressed hard against your thigh, and your knees nearly buckle. “You want to take all of this?”

“God, yes.” You think you’ll die if you don’t.

He hesitates for just a second, clearly weighing some option in his head. Then he groans in your ear again. “Will you ride me, baby?”

You can’t even speak, but when he sees you nod, it’s enough. Pressing you up against the door, he lifts your legs to wrap around his waist, and then his hands move to cup your ass and pull you to him. He lifts you up and carries you like that across the room, his still-clothed erection grinding into your core. Your desire is almost painful now, you want him so bad.

He settles on the couch with you in his lap, and you lean forward on your knees so that he can fumble to undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers down.

There’s no time for the teasing you’re both so fond of, but you don’t feel like you could last a single second longer without him inside you. When you pull your panties to the side again so you can sink down on him, it’s fucking perfect, and you can’t hold back a moan of relief.

“Shit, baby,” Namjoon groans. His head drops against the couch and his hand is already on your clit in steady circles. The urgency just makes everything hotter.

You rock up and down along his length, and you’re so fucking wet that he easily bottoms out inside you, hitting the spot that makes you squeeze your eyes shut and gasp. Your arousal coils tight inside you, the pressure already building.

Namjoon’s fingers work you expertly, and he knows your mind just as well as your body. He knows the fastest way to get you to come is with his words, and he doesn’t hold back, his hips starting to rock up into you.

“You take my cock so well, baby, fuck. This tight little pussy was made just for me, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine with every thrust.

“Mine to have whenever I want, wherever I want. Always so fucking wet and ready for me, so desperate to take it all like a good girl.”

You whimper loudly in agreement. His cock, his hands, his voice, it’s all too much. He can feel your walls start to flutter and that only makes him thrust and circle his fingers faster, and your moans are nearly sobs now.

“That’s it, baby. Soak yourself for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out as the pressure inside you swells and bursts, and you can feel the rush of fluid as it splashes over him and the couch beneath you.

Namjoon groans beneath you at the feeling, and you thank god he has the awareness and the strength to lift you up off of him, because it fully escaped you that he never put a condom on.

He strokes himself fast and hard, clearly just shy of his own end, and even now, you still can’t get enough. You drop to your knees on the floor and practically shove his legs apart so you can take him in your mouth, your cunt still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Holy shit,” he gasps as you bob up and down, sloppy and fast. When you swallow him down, gagging slightly, his hips buck against your mouth, and you take it all with a whimper as he comes down your throat.

You make sure to work every drop out of him before you pull off, sitting back on your heels and wiping at your mouth. You watch Namjoon as he collapses against the couch, breathing heavy and smiling wide. He runs a hand through his hair and looks down at you, clearly still trying to recover.

“You,” he says with a gasp, “are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You beam at the compliment, and you stand up on shaking legs, reaching down to awkwardly adjust your underwear back in place. At his request, you circle around him to assess the damage as he pulls his pants up. 

It occurs to you only in hindsight that attempting a mess-free quickie with a girl who squirts is quite the lofty goal, but there doesn’t seem to be any sign of it on his clothes. The couch cushion, however, was not so lucky. You both giggle at the wet spot as he wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I think we’re at five,” you murmur, but he tilts your jaw up anyway, his lips finding yours for one more kiss.

He reluctantly walks you towards the door. “I gotta go get my mic, but if you head backstage to the left, there’s a spot where you can watch the show.” He presses his lips to your forehead one more time. “I’ll make it a good one for you.”

You laugh as he opens the door. “I’ll be watching, so you better not fuck up the choreo!”

For the second time tonight, you nearly run face-first into Jungkook. “Ah, sorry! Is my phone in here?” He shoves past you both and lets out a sigh of relief as he retrieves it from the vanity counter.

You give Namjoon a final smile and then head towards backstage, but you’re still in earshot to hear Jungkook ask, “What happened to the couch? Hyung, did you spill something?”

You press your hand to your mouth to hold the laughter in.

The show is even better than you thought it would be, and though you might just be imagining it, you swear Namjoon’s hip thrusts are a little more enthusiastic than usual.

A/N: i wrote this in like 30 minutes (so it is quite literally a quickie on a quickie) so if this is slightly lower quality than my usual, don't roast me!!! but i had so much fun revisiting these two!! hope you enjoyed, would love a comment or review if you did 💜 and i'm always tentatively open to requests, tho i have very little control over what will spark the muse lol. ALSO I SWEAR TO GOD THE ACTUAL NEXT THING I POST WILL BE LDOMLT 🙈 thanks for reading!!!!!

[dragon-hoard]

Saw your notes on the black mold text post and HOLY SHIT Meredith

How did things turn out after that? Are you okay? 😰 did you get any follow-up or compensation afterwards ?

OK SO long story:

the summer before last (2021) I went to the upper peninsula of michigan for what was basically a paid internship to work in literally the beautific middle of nowhere. there was sparse cell service and no data at all unless you went to a specific spot in town (15 miles from my cabin) and didnt move

I was housed in a detached cabin with no electricity or plumbing so to eat or clean myself I had to trek to the main cabin (with The Bathroom). I had downloaded A LOT of books on my phone and was being weird about using the outhouse (I got over it).

it was very dry and I already have fucked up sinuses so within 24 hours of getting there i was having mild headaches. about noon the next day I had a nosebleed and went "huh" and attributed it to the dryness

day 2 I had a slightly larger nosebleed and upped my liquids intake

day 3 I had a rather profuse nosebleed about 5pm and then again after my shower at around 8pm

day 4 I went to the store and bought a saline nasal spray. I had a nosebleed at noon. I sat down to read a book on my phone and 2 hours later realized I had not turned a page or remembered what I was doing for those 2 hours. I had another nosebleed in the evening.

day 5 I had a migraine upon waking up, which came with some bad nausea. I had to ask out of work. because of my sickness I didnt go to the main cabin until dinner time and had a mild nosebleed later

day 6 my roommate said "maybe its the mold?" and I said "what mold?" in exactly the style of that one comic. but it was there. the mold. the black spots of mold on the bathroom ceiling. I drove into town to access the internet and discovered the symptoms of black mold exposure. no one else was having this problem, I was just particularly sensitive to it

the owner and my sort-of boss used bleach to scrub the ceiling and from then on I stayed tf out of the main cabin. anytime I was there for anything the bathroom door was closed and I took really really fast showers

the nosebleeds stopped in under 48 hours

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 45: In My Daughter's Eyes- Martina McBride

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter Warnings: blood loss,

Translations: di'kut: idiot buir: mother/father ram'ser: sniper

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Every time Phee told a story, it got more fantastical. Miria was seated at the bar, fighting a pounding headache as the other woman entertained Bolo and Ketch with a tale of fighting an octomorph. She tried to tell herself everything was fine by glancing at members of the team one by one. Echo, Tech, and Hunter were out of armor, in their vests and pants that replaced their blacks after they'd started reconfiguring their armor. She dressed much the same, though she kept her favorite leather sachel over her shoulder and her cape on. Sometimes she missed her dresses and soft leather tabards, but those were the uniform of another life. 

"Those two will believe anything." Echo snorted as Phee launched into another story. Hunter nodded in agreement.

"Maybe there's some truth in her tall tales." Miria mumbled. "She does seem to keep busy when she's away."

"You can't really think there's a treasure at the end of every story." Hunter smiled. 

"No. But wouldn't it be nice?" She smiled weakly and sipped at a glass of lukewarm water. It didn't particularly aid her nausea, but it was something. 

"You okay?" Echo leaned back to get a better look at her. The circles around her eyes looked worse today. 

"Just tired, dear. I had another nosebleed this morning." She admitted. A bad one, too, that had left her dizzy all day long. It was fortunate they didn't have a mission. "Otherwise, I'd have gone with Omega and Wrecker to the junkyard."

"They are capable of finding a compressor" Tech patted her shoulder gently. "Finish your water. Hydration will help your recovery process."

Miria nodded and took another swallow as Tech stepped over by his brothers. Hunter kept his voice low, using Phee's droning to keep the conversation between the clones. "How much blood did she lose?"

"Judging by the state of the fresher when I found her with her head in the sink… at least a liter. For someone of her size, that is over a quarter of her estimated blood volume." Tech sighed. 

"She's getting worse." Echo muttered. "She needs to go to Naboo. Her aunt's up to something, it might save her."

Hunter glanced at the woman at the end of the bar. Her head was low, the tension in her neck threatening to snap it. All he could think of was the promise he'd made to take her back to Naboo at the end, and bury her there. "Not Naboo. Not yet."

Tech opened his mouth to protest when Wrecker and Omega walked in with a box of parts. "One compressor, as promised. And some more cool stuff we found!"

Tech picked up the part he requested and examined it. "Thank you. The rest of this could have remained in the junkyard."

Omega pouted a little and picked up a flattish disk, hopping over to Miria. "I thought this was cool." 

Miria examined it, setting her water aside. "Hm. I've never seen anything like this. Phee, you're more versed in archeological finds than I am. What do you think?"

The ever cheerful pilot took the part and opened it, grinning. "Ooh. This looks old." She wiggled it around until it opened. "These look like coordinate markings."

"Coordinates? To where?" Miria was curious now, and stood to follow her over to her droid Mel. The chunky little tin can scanned the item. 

"The Kaldar Trinary system." Phee grinned. "It's a compass!"

Tech frowned. "I have no data for such a system."

"The best treasures are usually off grid." Phee smirked.

"Treasure!?" Omega beamed. 

"Our last treasure hunt didn't go well." Echo said solemnly.

Hunter just shook his head as Omega started squeaking with excitement. Phee smiled. "You didn't have a professional like me. I mean, I could go get it myself. Or you can come and we'll split it 50-50. What do you think?"

Wrecker nodded. "It's not like we're on a mission."

Hunter groaned. "Back me up here, Miri."

Miria steepled her fingers, contemplating hard. Treasure was a powerful motivation, not for herself but her desire to provide for her team when she was dead and gone. They could have a future without her this way… "It may be worth the time, Hunter."

"That's not what I meant by back me up." He sighed, but walked over to her. "If we do this, are you sure you can?" He asked softly. "You had a bad morning."

"I have a lot of those." She smiled. "I'll be okay, if it's helping you all. I can do it."

Hunter sighed and looked over at Omega's pleading eyes. "Alright then."

Hunter was twirling his knife as they approached the Kaldar Trinary system, listening to Phee tell Omega a story about the Blade of Zakata Par. He could keep an eye on her, Omega, and Miria sitting under the memorial from this position. 

"I've been to countless worlds finding priceless artifacts." Phee was saying. 

"Because you're a pirate." Hunter grumbled. 

"I prefer 'liberator of ancient treasures'." Phee winked. 

From the floor, Miria smiled faintly. "Leave her be, Hunter." 

The sergeant grumbled and walked over to her, sheathing his knife. "You sure you're up to this? It seems like a long shot."

"If it's as priceless as Phee claims, it could save all your lives. A lifetime of comfort and stability is not to be scoffed at." She gave him a wise look.

"I'm even more worried now. You're talking like you won't be with us." He narrowed his eyes. 

"My time is limited. But if we find this, I could spend it building you a home. That's a worthy goal." She explained. "You'd like that better than me throwing myself at the Empire."

He sighed. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?"

"I'm really not." She stood quietly as Tech brought them in for a landing, touching the memorial gently. There was a letter tucked gently in between the whiskey bottle and Lula, clumsy writing with Crosshair’s name printed on the envelope. Hunter patted her arm and went to oversee the descent.

"He worried." A tiny voice squeaked at knee height. 

"I know he is. But he can't change the circumstance." Miria looked over to find the little vision, Mayrin, looking at her with her thumb in her mouth. 

"Yew can."

"Oh? How do you suggest?" The sight of the girl warmed Miria's bones in a way she could never fully explain. Mayrin wasn't one of her crechelings, come to remind Miria of her shortcomings. She'd chosen to come through the Force to help Miria when she felt lost, though the woman couldn't wrap her head around why. 

"What Auntie Irene said." Mayrin toddled a few inches closer. "You think about it lots."

Miria froze, entire body tensing. She'd hoped the Force child didn't know about her last conversation with her aunt, a few says before their ill-fated attempt at stealing Dooku's war chest.

"I told you, Miria. You can't live treating half yourself like a cancer. Accept the darkness in your bones and it'll stop killing you. Reject it, and you'll die a pointless death. I know it's harsh, but it is what it is."

"... I can't do that, Mayrin." Miria finally whispered. "I can't use the Dark Side. What if I fall?"

"Why you think you gonna? You strong!" Mayrin huffed.

"No, I'm not." Miria looked at the memorial again. "I'm not like Aunt Irene. I'm weak… I'll only become a monster, and a danger to everyone I love. Anakin was strong. Crosshair was strong… if they couldn't fight, I'll never make it."

"You being a d'kut." The girl stomped her tiny foot.

"Where did you learn that word in Mando’a?" Miria raised an eyebrow. 

"My buir swear a lot." Mayrin giggled, smile creasing the tanned skin at the corners of her eyes and mouth. 

Miria honed in on the motion, fixing on that precious smile. Why did it look so familiar…? "...Mayrin. Who is-"

"Who are you talking to?" Echo’s prosthetic dropping on Miria's shoulder from behind nearly scared her out of her skin. She jumped like a startled tooka, bouncing into the wall and back against her favorite cyborg's chest. 

"Oh! Echo, you startled me!"

"Sorry. You okay? I heard you talking to yourself…" He frowned. 

"Just… thinking out loud. I'm sorry for worrying you." She smiled weakly. 

"We're about to touch down. You ready?" He offered her helmet out to her.

"As I'm likely to ever be. Thank you." She took it, putting the plastoid over her head. She'd worry about Mayrin later… right now she had other concerns. Namely, as she stepped out of the ramp, the total desolation of the planet around her. 

"This place gives me the creeps." Wrecker grumbled. 

Echo held the compass up as it buzzed in his hand, frowning. "How do you even tell… wait, the vibration is stronger going this way." 

"South." Miria nodded. "Lead the way, dear."

Echo nodded and started following the buzz against his palm. Behind him, Omega was excitable and glued to Phee's side. Her little droid trudged along at the rear of the pack. 

They made it through the destroyed forest relatively quickly, though Miria kept making displeased sounds at the scorched earth. When they reached the foot of a mountain, everyone stopped and stared. 

Omega peeped around Phee. "Are we supposed to go around the mountain?"

Phee pulled out her cutlass. "I think we're supposed to go inside it."

"How do you suggest we do that?" Hunter grumbled. 

Phee ignored him, stepping up and wedging her blade between two large rocks. They shifted a little, making her dark eyes light up. "Hey, big guy. Help me with this."

Wrecker bounced over and wedged his arms between the stones, pushing them apart with a grunt. Hunter pulled Omega back several steps as the some came loose, falling heavily where she’d been just a moment before. Watched the dust settle from under her helmet before Phee waved them to follow her between the stones. “Follow me!”

“Stay close together.” The Jedi ordered, pausing to look up towards the mountain as she and Hunter started in. “I sense something…”

“Me too.” He muttered darkly. “I don’t like this, Miri.” 

“I know.” She sighed. She didn’t either, but this was far from ideal. She had only a few chances to protect them… she couldn’t waste them. It was a matter of their lives or deaths. 

Phee put her hands against markings at the entrance, eyes alight. “I can’t believe it… it’s Skara Nal. There could be relics in here from the ancients!”

Wrecker cocked his head to the side behind her. “Ancients? Like the Jedi?” He looked at Miria, who had her hand on the wall curiously. 

Phee snorted. “Older than the Jedi, big guy. But if this is Skara Nal, then the treasure is known as the Heart of the Mountain.” 

“The Heart of the Mountain…” Miria repeated thoughtfully. Her tired senses were a little fuzzy, but she was trying to stay as alert as possible. Something about this place drew her in, but she couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or bad. “... these walls move, Phee.”

“Yeah. It’s a puzzle, we have to align the symbols.” The other woman grinned. 

“I can help.” Tech offered, putting his hands on a jutting beam in the lowest part of the wall. Wrecker could reach higher, and after a moment Miria held her hands up and pushed the top section with the Force at Phee’s direction.

Instead of a new door, a huge rock dropped out of the roof, nearly crushing Wrecker and sealing the entrance.

“Great. Now we’re trapped.” Hunter growled. 

“Easy, tough guy. There’s always a way out.” Phee grinned. 

Miria stepped back with Echo and Omega to take a better look at the walls. Omega held a hand out. “Echo, can I see the compass?”

“Sure, kid.” He handed it right over. “It quit buzzing when we got inside.”

Omega held it up to her face, looking at everything through the purplish lens. “Miri, it kinda looks like the crystal in your lightsaber.”

“Does it? Interesting.” Miria smiled at her. 

“Funny you mention that.” Phee grinned. “The Heart of the Mountain is supposed to be a crystalline structure worth more than you can possibly imagine.”

“I wonder what it will look like-” Miria smiled faintly when Omega squeaked.

“We’re aligning the wrong symbols! Look, there’s hidden markings!” 

Phee and Miria exchanged looks and walked over, Omega showing them through the lens how glowing marks appeared on parts of the rotating wall. Phee set her lanturn sideways. “Put the compass over the light.” 

When Omega did, the light was scattered over everything in a lovely purple. It revealed the symbols to them all, and they started moving the walls again. Slowly the walls lined up to reveal a doorway. Phee looked at Mel. “Log everything and wait here until I get back.” 

The little droid booped in agreement, and the clones plus Jedi followed it’s master into the dark of a tunnel. The walls were covered in smooth stone slabs, and as she passed Miria grazed her numb fingers across them curiously. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” 

“My preliminary analysis of the stones indicates these stones predate the Galactic Republic.” Tech looked up from his datapad. “Phee may be onto something here.”

Before Phee could preen at the praise or demand that she deserved more than that, Hunter went stiff and spun on his heel. A low growl caught everyone off guard, and then a huge reptile was dropping out of a hole in the ceiling and latching it’s claws and teeth into Wrecker’s armor. 

Every gun in the group went up as it dragged Wrecker around, trying to get a shot in without missing and hitting him. Wrecker was punching hard as he could, and the subtle crack of the reptile’s horn under his fist made Miria’s skin crawl. 

Shoot like Cross. Don’t miss. Don’t hurt Wrecker… Miria steeled herself and lined up with her rifle, striking the long tail near the base. It dropped Wrecker and went scrambling into the hole above them it had come out of, dislodging rocks that rained down on them. Hunter shoved Miria and Omega back one way towards Phee, the other three caught on the other side of the cave in. 

The rumbling went on too long for comfort as rocks settled around them. Miria took longer than she liked to get to her feet and walked to the new wall of stone. “Tech! Echo! Wrecker!” 

“Let me try my comm.” Omega offered. “Echo? Are you okay?”

“We’re fine, but we can’t get through the rock.” The cyborg sighed. “Tech says there’s side tunnels off the main path. We should be able to use them to rendezvous with you.” 

Omega looked at Miria, who sighed with relief. “Thank the Force they’re alright.” She put her rifle back on her back and shook her head. “There’s only one direction to go then, my dears. We’ll have to move carefully and hope those tunnels intersect with the path we’re on.” 

Hunter sighed. “Alright. Let’s do this.” He lead the way through the caverns, Miria pulling out her saber and igniting it. 

“That’s pretty handy.” Phee smiled, holding up her lanturn. 

“One of the most elegant weapons in the galaxy and I use it as a glowstick.” Even with her helmet on, she sounded sort of resigned about it. 

Omega looked up with her flashlight behind the compass, spotting more glowing symbols on the ceiling. She pointed them out to Phee and Miria just as Hunter started stepping out into the tunnel. 

“Hunter wait-” Omega reached out, but his leg was already breaking through the floor and the sergeant was vanishing into the hole. “HUNTER!”

Miria threw one arm out as he disappeared. “Line!” 

Phee grabbed Omega to keep her from running out after Hunter, just as a grappling hook came flying up the hole. Miria yanked it to her with the Force, wrapping it around her waist and grabbing the wall as Hunter’s body weight caught and nearly dragged her off her feet. Phee and Omega grabbed her arms and they started dragging Hunter back up one step at a time.

“Are you okay?” Omega hugged Hunter tightly as he got to his feet. “I think we need to find a way to walk across the ceiling.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” He sighed. “What we need is to find a way out of here. We’ve almost died three times.”

Miria held her saber up to examine the wall and ceiling curiously as Phee started to bicker with Hunter, and Omega ran over to join her favorite Jedi.”What you looking for, Miri?”

Miri chewed her lip thoughtfully. “This is going to sound silly. But before the war, I used to like watching holomovies… there were some about pirates and explorers. There’s always hidden trick or lever in the movies in places like this…”

Omega nodded and started looking at the wall too. “Hey, this little groove looks like the compass. Maybe it’ll fit.” 

“Clever girl.” Miria held her saber where Omega could see by the light, and pushed the compass into it. “Try turning it, perhaps?” 

Omega nodded, wiggling her little fingers into the right spots to spin the disk. The tunnel in front of them flipped around as she did, the ceiling now the floor and forming a bridge. 

“That actually worked. How the hell did that work?” Hunter grumbled. 

Omega threw a rock across the floor to make sure it was secure enough to walk on. “Miri saw it in a movie!”

Miria shrugged. “They have to get the tropes from somewhere, I suppose.” 

“I can’t get the compass back out.” Omega gritted her teeth, pulling at the wall. “It’s stuck.”

“It’s okay.” Phee patted her shoulder. “Skara Nal has reclaimed it. We won’t need it anymore.” 

“So we’ve gotta survive this death trap without the only clue we had?” Hunter grumbled.

“That’s what you’ve got me for.” Phee smirked. 

Miria patted Hunter’s arm as she made to follow Phee down the tunnel. “This whole mission has been exceptionally strange.” 

“Tell me about it.” He sighed and followed her. “What movie even gave you that idea?”

She chuckled faintly. “Raider and Ram’ser. It was about an archaeologist and a Mandalorian marksman. Crosshair watched it with me, one of those nights he and I stayed on the ship when you all went out.” 

“Guess it came in handy.” He nodded. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring him up.”

“He’s always on my mind, Hunter. It’s alright.” They reached a circular door and stopped as Phee examined it. Hunter stiffened again. “That creature again?”

“No. It’s the guys.” Hunter shook his head just as Tech, Echo, and Wrecker came around a corner with their guns up. 

Miria turned her saber off and put it on her hip. “Good to see you, boys.”

Tech smiled. “This has been fascinating, General.” He walked up to the door Phee was checking out. “What kind of puzzle is this?”

“Easy, brown eyes. Sometimes a door is just a door.” She found a tucked in lever and pulled it up with a yank, getting the mechanism to spin and open. 

Miria followed Phee inside, curious. “So this is the vault… how interesting. The walls look almost mechanical…” 

“It’s no type of machinery that I’m familiar with.” Tech nodded. “If this was really constructed before the Republic, imagine was knowledge could be obtained.”

“I’m more concerned with making sure we all make it out of here alive.” She shrugged. “If there is treasure, it’ll assure all your safety.” 

“Well, there it is.” Phee grinned, pointing at a large rectangle of glimmering crystal, inset with carvings and radiating a strange purple from the middle. Miria curiously leaned in as the other woman examined how to take it loose. “The Heart of the Mountain.”

“It’s very beautiful.” Miria frowned. “But there’s something… strange about it. I have a weird feeling about this…” 

“Don’t sweat it.” Phee grinned, popping it out of the surrounding stone. 

Behind them, the entrances sealed and the walls lit up with strange symbols. Omega took a step back towards Hunter. “What’s happening?”

Outside, a bright bolt of blue-white light shot upwards from the mountain, and it stood up. “It’s not a mountain. It’s a machine!” Miria yelped, sliding across the floor towards what she’d believed were windows. They were actually the thing’s eyes, and when it took a huge step another blast scorched the earth in a long furrow. “That’s why the planet is barren. It’s a war machine.”

Tech was typing rapidly. “We must put the Heart of the Moutain back. Theoretically, it will disable the machine.”

“No way! Do you have any idea how much this thing is worth?!” Phee squawked. 

“Is it worth more than your life?” Miria demanded. 

Hunter nodded. “If this thing destroys our ship out there, we’re trapped here.”

Phee groaned. “Fine… but you owe me.”

Miria gave her a look that would have cracked stone, but before she could start into a lecture to blister the pirate’s ears, they all heard the screeching noise from their earlier run-in with the big lizard. Miria pulled out her saber. “I’ll cover you, and we’ll call it even. Go!” 

The clones converged on the attacking lizard as it broke into the war machine’s head. The tail swiped Miria flat and Phee’s legs from under her, the Heart tumbling into a hole in the floor. Phee went climbing after it, Miria right behind her as she dropped her saber back into her thigh bag. She couldn’t risk burning her companion, as frustrating as the pirate could be. 

The machine whirred as it fired off another beam of destruction, both Phee and Miria sliding on the slick footholds. Miria grabbed Phee’s arm before she could tumble to her death, using the Force to pull the crystal Heart to them. “Thanks.” Phee panted, somewhat shaken. 

Miria smiled weakly. “You’re very welcome. Now, let’s hurry before this thing destroys my ship.” She interlaced her fingers and boosted Phee up out of the hole with the Heart, crawling out after her. Hunter pulled them both upright, covering them by firing at the reptilian monster that was very determined to try to eat Omega while she bravely stood her ground with her bow. Wrecker was trying to get a grip on its tail. 

“Shoot the window!” Wrecker yelled. “Hurry!” 

Omega took aim over his shoulder and started slamming shots into the transparisteel as rapidly as possible. It cracked, and Wrecker swung the lizard off the ground and threw it. It crashed out and hurtled to the ground below

Tech was trying to interface with the war machine to turn it away from the direction of the Marauder. “We need to shut this down immediately!” 

Hunter took the Heart from Phee and hurled it to Echo and Tech, who quickly plugged it into the stone it had come from. The purple light inside it flared viciously bright, and the crystal melted. Miria grabbed Echo and Tech by the back of their belts to pull them away, just in case it exploded. 

The lights all around them turned off, the half-charged beam that had left the planet scorched to oblivion puttering out. “Is it over?” Wrecker looked up. 

The ground under their feet tilted. “Grab onto something!” Hunter ordered, wrapping an arm around a jutting chunk of wall. Wrecker grabbed Omega. Echo and Tech grabbed each other. Miria went sliding, managing to catch Phee’s boot when Wrecker caught the tumbling pirate. 

“Brace for impact!” Miria yelled, holding on for dear life as the war machine tumbled to the ground and took out half a hillside with just its head on the landing. When the dust settled, her head was the first one to lift. “Sound off…”

“Not dead.” Wrecker groaned. 

“I’m okay.” Echo sat up. “Tech too.” 

“Me and Omega are fine.” Hunter sat up, the little girl waving at him eagerly. 

“Phee?” Miria looked around.

“I’m in one piece.” The treasure hunter grinned. 

Miria’s head dropped right back into the dust. “Good.”

“You okay, Miri?” Wrecker scooted over to her. 

“I’m very dizzy…” She mumbled. “And tired.”

Hunter nodded. “Let’s get out of here.”

Tech and Echo propped Miria up between them, rather than let Wrecker carry her like a flour sack over his shoulder. “It would seem our track record for treasure hunting is 0 for 2, even with a professional.” The bespectacled genius gave Phee a meaningful look. 

“Hey, we proved it was real though. Even if it melted.” Omega giggled. 

“At least no one can ever use that weapon again.” Hunter took his helmet off, shaking out his hair as the Havoc Marauder came into sight. 

“So you’re saying it’s a good thing we came.” Phee smirked. 

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” Miria sighed. “Though, I am sorry about Mel. He was a friendly little thing.”

“It’s okay. I keep his memory data backed up on my ship, I’ll have him back before we get to Vadnay.”

“What’s on Vadnay?” Omega peeped. 

“I’ve got a lead on an ancient chalice-” Phee launched into a story as they loaded up on the ship and took off.

Echo put Miria in her bunk and she gave him a grateful nod. “How are you doing, Miri? Really. Tech said you lost a lot of blood and you still went on his harebrained adventure.” 

Miria gave a wry snort, pulling her blanket over her legs. “I suspect we’re not cut out to be treasure hunters… I guess my inheritance will have to be enough, because we’re not doing very well at finding outside finances.”

“Your what?” Hunter’s head popped into the bunkroom like he was on a swivel. 

Miria made a face. “Inheritance. I’ve arranged all that I would have inherited from my parents to be given to you all at the event of my death. If we don’t find a way to build a home for you all before I die, then you’ll have the means to do so afterward.” She leaned back in her pillow, looking at the underside of the bunk above her. “Don’t look so upset, Hunter. It’s not like it makes the death come any faster.”

“It feels a lot like giving up, Miri.” Her sergeant sat down next to her. 

"Death is a part of life. A Jedi doesn't fear it." She sighed. "... my, that sounds trite. And I'm not much of a Jedi anymore, am I?"

"Are you scared?" Echo frowned. 

"I'm terrified." She admitted. "I don't want to leave you. I don't want to never see him again…" She closed her eyes, recalling the angular face of a golden-eyed sniper. She was afraid, not of him but for him. "Fear leads to anger. Anger to hate. Hate to suffering. I know it, but I feel like I can't escape the cycle… and I'm so tired. I've been fighting for so long, and I'm not sure what I'm fighting for any longer."

Echo squeezed her arm. "You're fighting for you, Miri."

"If I answer that, I'll hurt you." She whispered. 

"Try me." The corporal urged. Hunter nodded, and even with her eyes shut she felt the motion. 

"I don't love myself enough to fight for her." Miria sighed. "Master Plo once told me that you have to love yourself first, to love others."

"He was wise." Hunter murmured. 

"He was wrong. I've never loved myself. But Crosshair… I loved him so much I forgot what hating myself felt like." Her lavender eyes opened again. "I can't do this on my own, boys. I don't know how. There's so much about me I can't accept…" Irene wanted her to love her flaws, her darkness, because loving it could be the key to salvation. Miria just couldn't figure out how she was supposed to love her failings. "Force, I'm so tired…"

"Try to rest." Hunter beckoned Echo to follow him out, obvious fear bleeding into the Force around him. He was so worried about her. She hated to worry him. 

"I'll try." Miria assured him, and the footsteps disappeared out of the room before she could turn her head to watch them go. 

The room fell to silence, only the faint hum of the air recyclers and engine sounding over her stuttering heartbeat. 

"If you can't fight for you, fight for somebody else." Whispered a tiny voice by her knee. 

"Mayrin." The name passed her lips like a prayer, like the way she used to say Crosshair’s name. Like the way he used to say hers. 

The toddler was standing by the bed, little hands on the mattress. "Dat me."

Miria's broken heart warmed at the sight of her. “Did you learn that from your father too? You said he swears a lot.”

“Yeah. But he good. He loves me and my Mama. Even if she say he’s very sassy.”

“What’s your mother like, little one?” Miria asked softly. 

“She hold me and sing to me every night.” Mayrin said solemnly. “Sometimes Buir falls asleep when she sings, and she snuggles up and we all sleep in my bed."

"That sounds lovely." Miria's smile felt unfamiliar now, but it was welcome back to her lips. "They must love each other very much."

"Uh huh." Mayrin nodded, her wispy pigtails bouncing. "That why I'm here. The love."

Miria bit her lip, looking at the child for a long moment. "To bring your father to your mother?"

"Yeah. Buir lost right now. Mama lost too, but different kind of lost."

"I'm sure you'll succeed." Tears stung her eyes as she looked at that precious face. "He's your father, isn't he? Crosshair."

Mayrin's grin showed again, and there was no denying that smile. That was Crosshair’s smile. This was his daughter, come through time and the Force to give Miria a glimpse of the future. A future without her, perhaps, but a hopeful one. Crosshair would be loved again, given the child he'd said he wanted who had all the sweetness he deserved… He'd find his way home. 

"Who's your mother, sweetheart?" Miria breathed. She wasn't even jealous anymore, just tiredly delighted that somehow it would turn out okay for the love of her life. 

"You know." Mayrin's expression turned stubborn. "Say it."

Miria blinked. "But I-"

"You know." 

A sharp breath pulled Miria's world upside down. Mayrin's lavender eyes were staring holes into her. Lavender eyes. Eyes she'd seen looking back into her own from Argais and Annalise's faces. Draper eyes. Her eyes. 

"It's me..." She whispered, voice trembling. 

Mayrin giggled again, nodding vigorously. "Yes, Mama."

[yanderecrazysie]

Hi! I've been reading your works and I am in awe with how you write the characters so well 🤧❤ if it is possible, can I request for yandere Kita and medic/nurse reader who treats his or the team's injuries? He's jealous since the reader is nice to the team and the boys adore reader a lot.

Sorry for the long message! I hope you'll have a great day ✨ looking forward to more of your amazing works!

Omg thank you, that’s so kind of you to say! >3< I don’t know a ton about Inarizaki’s characters, but I did my best for Kita. He’s got a pretty concrete personality, where you can kind of figure out what he’d be like, so I think it works. I tried my hardest!

But this idea is *chef’s kiss* MWAH! Kita could easily be overlooked because of how quiet he is, especially compared to teammates like Atsumu.

And I don’t mind long messages at all! Also how on earth do you put a space between paragraphs on asks?! I can’t figure it out! And have a great day too, my lovely anon!

Title: Swathe

Pairings: Kita x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mild self-injury, jealousy, kindapping, Kita’s kind of insecure in this

Summary: The school nurse-in-training is often charged with caring for the Inarizaki sports teams, usually the volleyball team. It’s obvious the whole team adores her, but not in the same way their captain does. And Kita is sick of his team stealing the spotlight when they don’t even love her the way he does.

Part 2: here

swathe

/verb/

wrap in several layers of fabric.

It was painfully clear to Kita Shinsuke that the Inarizaki team adored you.

Omimi wasn’t hard to get along with, but he didn’t express a lot of emotions most of the time (not unlike the majority of the Inarizaki team members).So when he was seen laughing with you after you treated a particularly bad nosebleed, Kita had a feeling his teammates wouldn’t be far behind Omimi in their fondness for you.

He was even more right than he’d surmised.

The Miya twins were always quick to latch onto people, albeit in very different ways. Atsumu was all over you from the get-go, trying to get your number, asking you on a date, flirting nonstop. Osamu was calmer and quieter than his excitable twin, but he shared the same DNA and couldn’t help but offer a few date ideas to you as well.

You were nothing but kind to them, of course, but you also made it clear that you were trying to do your job and, as an adult, you had no interest in the second and first years. You never specifically said you had no interest in the third years, Kita noted.

How was it so effortless for you to lift the spirits of each Inarizaki volleyball club member? You never failed to break up a fight between the twins or make a thin smile spread across Suna’s lips, and it seemed so effortless and natural and…

At first, Kita thought he was fond of you because you helped care for his team. It was as if he was the fatherly figure of the team, and you were the extremely kind nanny that came in and tended to the children. But he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart every time you were treating a different person’s injuries.

Although it was out of character for him, Kita considered the possibility that he may be jealous of your ability to make his team so happy and organized. Maybe he, as the captain of the team, wanted to be the best at that job?

No. No, that wasn’t it.

It didn’t take long for him to realize just what it was that was bothering him.

The collision wasn’t all that bad and Kita would have been perfectly fine if the coach had told him to just walk it off. But the coach insisted on sending him to the assistant nurse to get his arm checked out. There was no point insisting on his health, Kita wasn’t one to argue with his elders, so he calmly walked off to the nurse’s office.

The elderly, stern-looking head nurse took one glance before shortly inquiring, “Sports-related injury?”

When Kita nodded, the older woman tilted her head back and called your name. Moments later, you skipped around the corner, smoothing the wrinkles out of your nurse uniform as you walked towards the volleyball captain.

The sweet smile that spread across your face and the playful lilt to your voice when you addressed him made his heart skip a few beats and a lump form in his throat.

“We can’t have our famous volleyball captain hurt, now can we? Follow me to the back and we’ll get your arm checked out!”

Kita sat, stunned into a blissful silence, as your fingertips brushed, featherlight, over his arm, checking for any swelling or bruising. He could barely hear, much less answer, your interrogating when this fog of ecstasy clouded his senses.

All he could feel was the warmth of your fingers caressing him. All he could smell was the fresh mint dancing on your breath. All he could hear were the dulcet tones of your sweet voice. All he could see was your wide doe-eyes gazing kindly into his own.

All he could think of was you, you, you.

And when Suna came to make sure Kita didn’t hurt himself too badly and struck up a conversation with you, he realized why he had been so upset recently.

He was jealous, yes, but it wasn’t of you.

He was jealous of his own teammates.

Kita wasn’t lucky enough to have Atsumu and Osamu’s appeal, Aran’s strength, Suna’s borderline-manipulative mindset, or Akagi’s friendliness. His teammates feared Kita and compared him to a robot, for God’s sake. Most people didn’t find that appealing.

So, for the first time in his life, Kita was truly jealous.

He couldn’t see the appeal in himself, the thing that would make him stand out from his teammates. It was a silent torture, standing by as his teammates continued to charm you and earn your giggles and compliments while he moped around in their shadows.

The first time was an accident. A slip of the hand in an art class that led to a minor cut and a small amount of blood. It was by no means serious, but when the teacher brought up the nurse, Kita pounced on the opportunity.

His expression remained as passive as ever when he told the nurse it was a sports-related injury that was irritated in class. The elderly woman either knew nothing about sports or didn’t care enough to ask more questions, because she let him briskly walk by to your office.

Your surprised expression that morphed into a soft smile was all it took to melt Kita’s heart for the hundredth time since he’d met you.

The other times his hand “slipped” or he “accidentally” tripped left injuries not as innocently acquired as he claimed.

You taught him a lot about first aid- not that you meant to. It was adorable how you studied for your nursing exams, silently moving your lips in a way that just begged Kita to read them.

If it was interesting to you, then it was interesting to him. He did his best to learn as much as he could just so the both of you would work better as a couple in the future.

Ojiro Aran was strong, capable, and had a good heart. And Kita now hated him for it.

After graduation. After graduation, you eagerly agreed, you’d accept Aran’s offer to go on a date. Your happiness about that idea sickened Kita.

He gets it, he doesn’t stand out like his other teammates, like Aran does. He’s not as strong, not as expressive, not as amazing as Aran but…

But Kita loved you, and that’s all that mattered.

No one seemed to care when Kita Shinsuke announced that, after graduation, he planned to leave the country and move somewhere else.

You weren’t sure what drug was used on you, but you recognized the after-effects easily. Straight out of your textbook: dizziness, slowed thought process, a heavy feeling in the limbs, headache, etc.

And… wait…

You really couldn’t move your limbs.

Lolling your head forward, you could see, through your gradually adjusting eyes, your entire body tightly wrapped in hundreds of bandages. Your heart sped up as your mind clouded more with panic than any drug.

“I did my best.”

Your surroundings came to consciousness too slowly for your liking, only having belatedly realized you were in a van- the back seats were torn out so only the driver and passenger seats remained. You were placed where the back row was meant to be, your bound body nearly lulled back to sleep with the gentle bumps in the road.

“Your textbooks talked about immobilizing only limbs on their own, not the entire body. But I really did try my best.”

That voice… was familiar… so familiar…

You heard it, in short phrases, almost every day…

“...Kita?”

That telltale gray hair reflected in the rearview mirror tilted upwards as Kita’s dull brown eyes met yours indirectly.

“Graduation is over. I felt like I’d be a better choice if my date stood out more to you than Aran’s choice of a measly cafe. Our date will last for the rest of our lives.”

Your brain couldn’t process the volleyball captain’s bizarre words. Your head was spinning, partly due to the drugs and partly due to the fear coursing through your veins. You struggled desperately against your binds.

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy to get out of those bandages, (Y/n). You’ve only ever chosen the best for your patients. You’re kind like that.”

The ropes holding you hostage… they were your own bandages.

“I swathed you, (Y/n).”

When Kita gazed fondly at your reflection in the rearview mirror, you’re not sure you’d ever seen him look so proud and happy before.

And it terrified you.

Note: I really hope you enjoyed my lovely anon!

[alienseasfanfics]

Reunions and Fake Dates 2

Read the first one here!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 719

Description: You needed a date to a high school reunion that you didn't really want to go to, remembering the bad days of teenage-hood. Loki was available, and barely willing. You're both there, now you just have to get past the table and the snotty woman that sits behind it. Loki proves a good actor, if he's acting at all. So much fluff.

A/N: Hello again. I'm no fully back, as I'm a full-time University student, plus work 20 hours a week, plus trying to fill my resume up. I had a request to finish this series and I have some more time before exams so I plan on finishing this plotline and maybe writing a couple new ones. I'll probably come back with some new stuff over December. In the meantime, if anyone has any of my stories you'd like some more of, let me know! I'll do my best to write those first. Anyway, hope y'all have a happy holidays!

If you would like to support me financially so I could do these more often, I have a Ko-Fi! Anything helps. Thank you! https://ko-fi.com/starryeyedalien

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You feel like an interloper.

Walking into the gym, your vision is taken over by cheap red and black streamers and balloons everywhere. A banner with a painted “Welcome Back Owls!” is hanging up high on the ceiling, waving in the fan of the air conditioner.

“By the Norns, it’s cold in here.” Loki mutters next to you and you chuckle. It’s way too cold if a Frost giant is freezing.

You grab his hand and he looks at you in surprise.

“We have to keep up appearances.” You whisper, blushing at your own movement. In reality, you just wanted to warm his hand up, forgetting that physical touch is untreaded territory. Trying to swallow back your embarrassment, you bring him up to the table with IDs, sharpies, and one particularly mean girl named Tanya.

You hate Tanya.

She hates you.

“Omygod! Hi! It’s so good to see you! Damn, look at you! Spin for me!” Tanya squeals as she sees you and you raise an eyebrow. She waves for you to start and you nervously spin a little bit, and she claps in childish amusement.

“You look so good! I did not expect that!” She says, grabbing your hand from Loki’s and holding it between her palms. Her hands are cold and clammy. Like a lizard.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks. Your hair looks...good, Tanya.”

It doesn’t.

“Oh yes, I think my hairdresser called it Sennep Yellow, I think. She’s Icelandic I think, they have such funny words.”

Loki badly hides a snort and you slap him on the thigh as you smile at her warmly. Tanya gives him a puzzled look, then fully looks at him for the first time. Loki composes himself under her stare, and you grow irritated by her stunned silence.

“Tanya? You still there?”

“Oh! Yes! I’m just seeing if this nice man needs some help? Who did you come here with?”

“Guess.” Loki says dryly, taking your hand again. You try to hide the blush rushing to your face, but it’s no use. You’re in an anime now, your emotions are so obvious. You might as well get a nosebleed. You may actually get a nosebleed just listening to Tanya’s even louder squeal.

“Look at you both! I really didn’t expect this to ever happen! Wait, I need the camera.” She starts digging around in her bag and you and Loki share an eye roll. She pops back up with the camera and starts taking photos, and you try to cover up your face in the face of the flurry.

“There! These are perfect, no one will ever believe it otherwise.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey Tanya, can we get our IDs now?” You mutter, just wanting to get away from her and her “omygod”s and “I’d never believe”s.

“Oh yeah, yeah sure. Here, I have yours already, and Mr. Tall over here will have to write his name. And maybe his number.” She winks at Loki, and he grimaces and just writes L on the sticker. Tanya looks surprised, and tries to hide her disappointment by turning to the next couple people that came in.

You put yours on and he just holds his, and you tut, taking the ID sticker in your hand and unpeeling it, putting it onto his chest. He looks at you quizzically and you roll your eyes.

“You can deal with a sticker on your suit for one night.”

“You didn’t need to put it on for me.”

“Apparently, I did. You weren’t doing it.”

“You just wanted to touch me more, is that it?”

You cough loudly to cover up his words, which attracted more attention than he would have gotten anyway so now your embarrassment is at full tilt. May actually get a nosebleed now.

“Look,” You whisper harshly up to him. “We have to put on airs, ok? As a couple. Or else I’m just a sad person bringing a friend.”

“Got it. No friends. Only lovers.”

“Dear god Loki, do you have to say it like that?”

“Of course honey bunny.” You can hear the slightest chuckle as he bends down and kisses the top of your head before snaking a hand around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“How else will anyone know that I’m the luckiest one here? Lover.”

Nosebleed.

[ghostzzy]

11 + 32 for kw!!!

! thank u smith!!!!

11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

kw and i share a lot of backstory-- we both went to small private schools and had families that heavily incentivized being A Normal Girl, we're both extremely autistic and masked so hard it took a decade to unravel the repression and confusion to find anything resembling authenticity. however, she threw the empathy out with the bathwater and became a self-obsessed asshole, and i remain an insecure bleeding heart, so she would be actively disgusted by me. i don't think she'd kill me though so that counts for something <3

32. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

they are EXTREMELY ODD. a lot of it is because of weird sensory stuff-- like, they hate using a fork or spoon (Bad On Teeth), they'll eat with their fingers or they just wont eat. they also have the hoarding instinct of a trash dragon-- they would rather carry around 900 bits of trash in their pockets than just throw any of it away, so the washing machine always ends up full of receipts and gum wrappers and general detritus unless someone else empties their pockets first. also they give themself a nosebleed every once and a while because they're convinced it helps their headaches, which ig may qualify as self-destructive but is definitely one of the Least self-destructive habits they have fkjahdf

ask me about the cursedwip kids

[op15-moonwaltz]

luckily santa clause 3 was like my first hyperfixation like….ever lol so i’ve got jack hcs for dayyyyyyys and the marty short hyperfixation has reignited the love for popsicle man so🫶🫶🫶

-expanding on the last one bc YESSSSS weighted+heated blanket jack truther fr. i totally hc that one time mrs claus found him when he felt too cold and panicked and was shivering both from the cold and the anxiety. she immediately hugged him while also trying to ground him from his panic as jack tried to remember how to breathe and fought off tears. eventually he calmed down enough and mrs clause made them some cocoa, giving jack all the time he needed to feel safe (and warm) again. he felt *so* guilty for his weakness but after the whole ordeal, a few days later ms claus gifted him with the weighted+heated blanket. he’s used it every day since <3

-despite being *very* used to the cold, jack would always get pretty frequent nosebleeds. he’d always keep tissues nearby or in his pocket, sometimes not even noticing his blood. although, one time one of his nosebleeds almost ruined one of his suits and he nearly sent a blizzard to miami in anger lol

-BIGGG history nerd. after some of the legendary figures found out about this, they appointed him as a substitute teacher for the elves. while jack acted like he hated it, the elves actually always loved when he was there (mostly because he gave no homework lol), and jack definitely felt that love and appreciation :,) so naturally, he loved them right back

-even though he’s kinda uncomfortable with physical touch, on particularly bad days he’ll actively seek out hugs. being held like that even just for a second just makes him feel so much safer on those days <3

-his ass is not straight idc 😭 i literally have nothing for this i’m just right

i need to think of some more but i love this ice cube sm 🫶🫶🫶

ALL OF THESE ARE SO REAL AND CORRECT

his ass is the walking definition of fruity, take one look at his entire fit from the movie and tell me I'm wrong 💀

I can TOTALLY see him being a huge history nerd, then being like "NO, I am NOT teaching a bunch of Claus' 'Yes' men, I'd rather die!" cuts to him wearing glasses and pointing at a chalkboard "THEN, around the late 1700s to the 1830s was the Industrial Revolution-" and just absolutely LOVING that he was able to rant about time periods for hours.

Him seeking out comfort on bad days >>>>> He definitely spends more time around the Claus quarters, it's always warmer in there and over time he's become close to both Scott and Mrs. Claus, the only downside is that once he gets warmed up enough he ends up falling asleep on their couch in there. They've since replaced the old couch with one that has reclining seats.

I can see him stimming discomfort by rubbing his arms up and down, especially if he gets too cold, and maybe repeatedly clenching and unclenching his hands.

I see him LOVING stars and space, I dunno why. I think it's because of that glowy, almost uncannily beautiful aura that fresh snowy nights have. Where the sky is just too bright for the time it is, and the entire outside has this ethereal glow to it accompanied by the soft silence of the snow muffling everything but the wind. He likes to hang around during those times, it's one of the few moments where he feels he's done some beautiful things.

[padawanlost]

Something I've noticed recently over the past few months is this trend where people have been diagnosing Anakin with narcissistic personality disorder instead of C-PTSD or BPD, the more commonly seen diagnoses. I personally disagree, but I wanted to hear your "two sense" on the matter if you will, you're one of the best meta-writers on this site.

It’s because people don’t like Anakin as presented on screen. They want Anakin to be as selfish and arrogant as possible so they can blame him from everything that happened. If it’s ALL about Anakin than everyone else can be left off the hook. 

Anakin ‘I don’t want to be a problem’ Skywalker is clearly narcissistic. I mean, he fits all the signs:

Have a sense of entitlement and require constant, excessive admiration

“Ten years in this place, and still he was an object of interest. Of speculation. All their hopes and dreams hanging on him like decorations on a bantha skeleton at Boonta Eve. He hated it.” [Clone Wars: Wild space, Karen Miller]

Have an exaggerated sense of self-importance

“You would forgo your destiny for Padmé?” Anakin’s brows beetled in anger. “I never claimed to be the Chosen One. That was Qui-Gon. Even the Council doesn’t believe it anymore, so why should you?” [ James Luceno. Labyrinth of Evil]

Expect to be recognized as superior even without achievements that warrant it

Anakin bumped his hand against [Obi-wan]. “Wait. Just—wait.” Embarrassed, he took a deep breath. “Look. Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just—it’s the mission, right? That’s what matters. So—”  “Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s whisper sounded amused. “It’s fine. I was about to suggest it myself when the droids turned up.”  “You were?”  “Play to your strengths and minimize your weaknesses. That’s how a battle is won. That’s how we’ll win the war.”  Anakin had to smile. I should’ve known he wouldn’t take it personally. “Yeah. So—once I’m up and over and nobody raises the alarm, give me a five-count then follow. I’ll give you the best Force boost I can. Not that you’ll need much. Your leap was only a meter and a half behind Master Windu’s. Remember?”  Obi-Wan gave a breathy chuckle. “I remember I had nosebleeds for a week afterward. Don’t ever feel bad for being extraordinary, Anakin. Now off you go. We don’t have all night.” [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Take advantage of others to get what they want

“He thought of how unflinchingly loyal Anakin was to anyone he considered a friend.” [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]

Exaggerate achievements and talents

He was the Chosen One, they told him. He was supposed to bring balance to the Force. Anakin thought that some little extra support might go with being the Chosen One, a helping hand or at least some understanding from the Jedi Council, but instead he was passed around like an unwelcome burden, ending up with Qui-Gon Jinn and then Kenobi because nobody else would have him. His chosen status meant less than nothing; it felt more like a stigma. And they wondered why he was difficult at times. Maybe they didn’t want balance, whatever that was. Maybe nobody liked a Jedi who was that different. He felt like an embarrassment to them. I do everything you ask of me. I try so hard. When is it going to be enough? When are you going to say, “Okay, Anakin Skywalker, you’re good enough”? Karen Traviss’s The Clone Wars

Be preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate

Impatience. Concern. Relief. Loneliness. Weariness. And grief, not yet healed. Such a muddle of emotions. Such a weight on [Anakin]’s shoulders. Months of brutal battle had left [Ahsoka] drained and nearly numb, but it was worse for Anakin. He was a Jedi general with countless lives entrusted to his care, and every life damaged or lost he counted as a personal failure. For other people he found forgiveness; for himself there was none. For himself there was only anger at not meeting his own exacting standards. [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Believe they are superior and can only associate with equally special people

It’s not just Skywalker’s rank that makes us give him one hundred percent. It’s because he treats us with respect, and he puts himself on the line with us.” [The Clone Wars by Karen Traviss]

Monopolize conversations and belittle or look down on people they perceive as inferior

Having worked their way around the village, finding nothing to wake their uneasily sleeping sense of alarm, Obi-Wan and Anakin returned to the beaten-dirt square and the charter house. Its doors were open now and a woman who had to be Teeba Brandeh stood on the broad step, hands on her narrow hips, watching the children scatter across the square to play a proper game of kickball. Grinning, without bothering to ask if he might, or if it were wise, or if they had the time to spare, so independent these days, Anakin jogged to join them. After a moment’s amazed hesitation the children welcomed him with squeals of delight, rough-and-tumbled him into their midst and made him one of their own. Obi-Wan shook his head. “He’s nice,” said the girl with the bracelet and the ragged hair, wandering over to stand beside him. “Don’t be cross with him, Teeb Yavid.” Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

“Oh, no,” said Anakin, grinning. “It was fun too.”  May the Force give me strength. “And that business with the boy? Because when I said no heavy lifting I—” Anakin’s amusement vanished.  “He wasn’t heavy. These younglings are skin and bone. I look at them and—” He clenched his jaw.  ”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

Expect special favors and unquestioning compliance with their expectations

[Anakin] did not like the fact that he had won. It seemed wrong that he had stepped so far out of line, and yet had been retained as a Padawan. He did not like the unease this victory, if victory it was, produced in him. Above all weaknesses, arrogance was the most costly. They keep me here because I have potential they’ve never seen before. They keep me in training because they’re curious to see what I can do. I feel like a rich man who never knows whether his friends are true-or whether they just want his money. This was a particularly galling thought, and certainly neither true nor fair. Why do they put up with me, then? Why do I keep testing them? [Greg Bear’s Rogue Planet]

Have an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others

“I’m sorry. I’m not normally this stupid. I just—” And then she felt her face crumple and heard herself sob. Her knees buckled and she began to sink toward the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she choked. “Don’t mind me. I’m fine.” [Anakin] caught her before she tumbled completely. Lifted her without effort and carried her to the sofa. Boneless and unprotesting, she let him. Let her face turn to his roughly shirted, dirty chest and howled her rage and shame against him. Dimly, she felt his hand warm and comforting on her back and heard his soft voice saying, over and over, “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re safe now. It’s all right.” The crazy thing was that she did feel safe. For the first time since those Separatist blaster bolts seared the air and sand of Niriktavi Bay, since she saw her friends and colleagues slaughtered, she felt safe. Then, abruptly, she felt mortified. What was she doing? Weeping like a child all over a man young enough to be her son? Where was her pride? She shifted away from him, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” he said gently. “You’ve got a right to be upset. Now, where’s that medkit?”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth 

Be envious of others and believe others envy them

The Jedi Council didn’t want me, either. Being the Chosen One didn’t count for anything. Master Yoda wouldn’t train me, or Windu. Every member of the Jedi Council had had something more pressing to do than help him work out what this terrible, galaxy-changing power of his meant, and how he should live in its shadow. He still wasn’t sure. Anakin recalled standing there in that grand, polished Jedi Council Chamber, surrounded by what felt like fear, and disdain, and bewilderment—who were those Masters to feel bewildered, that the only person there who cared if he lived or died was Master Qui-Gon Jinn.  [Karen Traviss. The Clone Wars]

[Anakin] had worried that Obi-Wan did not have room for him in his heart. But Shmi’s smile rose in Anakin’s mind. Hearts have infinite room, my son. JUDE WATSON’S THE TRAIL OF THE JEDI

Behave in an arrogant or haughty manner, coming across as conceited, boastful and pretentious

The fear and dread in her face eased, just a little. “You’re a very sweet young man, Anakin Skywalker.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

[Anakin] humbles me, sometimes. He makes me feel small. He can’t see a broken thing without wanting to fix it. [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

“I don’t know,” she said, floundering. “I can’t say I’ve ever given the Jedi much thought. I mean, not as individuals. I never expected to meet one—let alone two. I don’t tend to go places where your skills are needed. But—well—you’re gentle.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Insist on having the best of everything — for instance, the best car or office

“I’m not giving him to you,” [Anakin]’d told her. “He’s not even really mine to give; when I built him, I was a slave, and everything I did belonged to Watto. Cliegg Lars bought him along with my mother; Owen gave him back to me, but I’m a Jedi. I have renounced possessions. I guess that means he’s free now. What I’m really doing is asking you to look after him for me.”  “Look after him?”  “Yes. Maybe even give him a job. He’s a little fussy,” he’d admitted, “and maybe I shouldn’t have given him quite so much self-consciousness—he’s a worrier—but he’s very smart, and he might be a real help to a big-time diplomat … like, say, a Senator from Naboo?”Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith 

[moonbeamwritings]

annoyances and nosebleeds

Summary: In which you really hate Tōru Oikawa (or, more accurately, the time you realized that may not be entirely true).

A/N: this is my first haikyuu fic, so pls be very gentle with me! let me know what you think!

If there was one thing you knew with utmost certainty, it was that Tōru Oikawa was the single most annoying person you’d ever met. 

Not only did his gaggle of fangirls make you late for class at least once a week, blocking nearly the entire hallway as they giggled and whispered among themselves about who was giving Oikawa a present this time, but the boy himself was arguably more obnoxious— if that was even humanly possible.

He was aggravating and smug, always teasing you about his higher grades and poking and prodding at you for being single. So what if maybe, sometimes— on very rare occasions— you found his smile kinda cute in a “I want to punch him in the face” sort of way? You hated him and no amount of charm was ever going to solve that.

Right?

Your heart raced as your teacher worked through the list of partnerships for an upcoming project, leg bouncing restless as you waited, breath caught in your throat. As you heard your name being called, you prayed to whoever would listen that you wouldn’t end up with him.

Across the room, Oikawa was working through a similar internal monologue. He hated you in equal measure, that much was true. He hated your stick-in-the-mud attitude and the way you rubbed your grades in his face. He hated the way you glared at him and his fangirls in the hallways or the way you made a point of congratulating Iwa-chan on volleyball wins, but refused to do the same for him. 

He hated the confident lilt in your voice when you contributed something in class and the bright, almost blinding, light of your smile as you laughed with your friends at lunch. Well, maybe ignore that last part. Oikawa hated you. Plain and simple.

“... you will be working with Oikawa.”

Oikawa heard Iwaizumi and Makki snickering at the news, sending him teasing glances as they joked about his bad luck. Oh, if looks could kill.

Meanwhile, you’d decided that today, and the next two weeks where you’d be subjected to Oikawa’s company, was about to be the lowest point of your life. You couldn’t wait.

The moment the bell rang, signaling the end of an incredibly long day, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Oikawa sauntered over to your desk, teasing smirk already on his face.

This was gonna be good.

“It seems the tides of fate have blessed us both, hmm.” The way he spoke your name, tacking on a sarcastic honorific as he put on a front of sweetness, made your stomach churn.

“Trust me, Oikawa,” you bit back, closing your notebooks as you packed your things, “I don’t like this anymore than you do.”

He pouted, planting his hands on either side of your desk, leaning down to invade your line of vision, “I don’t know. I think you do. You are secretly in love with me, after all.” 

He watched in amusement as your face contorted in disgust, “and lest we forget I am smarter than you.”

“Bold words from someone who took a volleyball to the face last week.” You refused to look at him, shoving the rest of your things in your bag in an attempt to make this conversation as short as possible.

Your words only seemed to spur him on though. You could practically hear the way he was smirking, the bastard. “Hey, I thought you said you don’t come to our practices with all of my… hmmm, what did you call them again? Fangirls, was it?”

As you zipped your bag, he leaned over again, this time successfully getting you to look at him, “Are you a fangirl?”

With a huff, you stood from your seat, brushing your shoulder against Oikawa’s as you moved towards the classroom door. “I would rather keel over and die, Oikawa. Don’t flatter yourself.”

He caught up with you quickly, falling into stride with you as he shot a hand up to grip at his chest, “You wound me. I don’t think I can possibly go on.”

“Good,” you spoke resolutely. “Listen, I don’t want to talk to you any longer than I have to, so let’s make this as painless as possible. Just meet me in the library when you get out of practice.”

Without so much as a backward glance, you clicked your locker shut and ventured off, completely ignoring the mocking words Oikawa threw your way, whining about how he could really feel the love from where he was standing. Asshole.

The first meeting went about as well as you’d expected, with Oikawa arriving well after when you knew volleyball ended, seemingly more interested in making you suffer than he was in actually getting work done.

“Will you quit it? I’m not carrying this whole thing because you’re too lazy to do anything.”

He had his head resting in his palm, eyes memorizing the little crease between your brows as you got more angry. He wasn’t really listening to you and you could tell.

Sighing, you pressed two fingers against the inner corners of your eyes. “I hate you. Have I told you that yet today?”

“You might’ve once or twice. Or a hundred times. I’ve started to lose count,” he replied with a playful smile.

The next few meetings carried on much the same. You met with Oikawa after volleyball practice, you would get about an hour of work done before he began picking on you again, doodling on your papers or teasing you about being in love with him, and then you’d go home and complain about him to your friends.

Your life fell into an incredibly mundane cycle— go to school, meet with Oikawa, go home, and do homework— day in and day out. Until one particularly bad day sent you reeling, in more ways than one. You’d woken up late, forgotten an assignment, failed a test, and that was only the beginning of a very long list of grievances. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You’d been feeling the academic pressure for weeks; as if you had a storm cloud looming over you, invading your mind and making it harder and harder to work on your homework. You knew what needed to be done, but it never seemed like it was good enough, especially not today.

So, as you sat and waited for Oikawa’s practice to end, you allowed yourself to cry. Dark clouds usually meant rain, didn’t they? Hot, wet tears cascaded down your cheeks, slipping off your chin only to splatter across your papers, smearing the ink as they went. Furiously, you attempted to stop the flow, wiping tear after tear away until you finally resigned yourself to the pathetic mental image of what you must look like— alone, crying in some back corner of the library as you tried to muffle the hiccups that threatened to spill from your mouth.

In your flurry of emotions, you failed to hear the muffled thud of sneakers along the carpet.

“Hey,” a gentle voice called out, “you okay?”

Oikawa.

Bile slipped up the back of your throat at the idea of being caught by him, the sound of his voice nearly reinvigorating your tears as humiliation burned your skin. Barely able to muster the courage to speak, you simply nodded your head, wiping the remaining tears with the soft sleeve of your sweater.

Picking up your pen and completely ignoring the uneven sound of your voice, you began taking notes again. “Let’s just get to work.”

Oikawa was quick to sink into the seat across from you, mind reeling at what he’d just seen. His mouth fell open as he watched you, eyes still glassy, as your pen glided across your notebook.

You had just been crying. You didn’t really expect him to just carry on with the project, to just ignore the distress he’d walked in on, did you?

He gave you a hard time, pushing your buttons and making fun of you, but all along he’d assumed it was little more than hatred— physical and verbal manifestations of how frustrated he was that you wouldn’t give him the time of day. Now, with concern gripping at his chest after having seen you fall apart, he wasn’t quite sure what to think anymore.

“You’re not really about to act like nothing happened, are you?” A mirthless chuckle sounding from his throat, a tentative hand reaching out to stop your pen. “I know you think I’m an idiot, but this is downright insulting.”

“What do you want me to say, Oikawa? Don’t act like you’re some knight in shining armor after all this time.

Ow.

“I’m not heartless. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His words were short, leaving absolutely no room for debate. It was now or never.

“I’ve just felt a lot of academic pressure recently, that’s all.”

Oikawa nodded along and for once in his life, seemed to be genuinely listening to you. His hand hadn’t left yours.

“And?” He urged you to continue, leaning in slightly to take in your words.

“It’s just been a lot. I get good grades, sure, but it never seems good enough.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened, your words sounding all too familiar. He’d had these exact conversations with himself as he sat in front of his TV, watching volleyball footage over and over again. He was good, but there was always someone better. He knew how exhausting that could be, knew— too well — that nagging feeling of worthlessness despite hard work.

Maybe you weren’t so different after all.

“I feel like that sometimes too,” a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it squeeze of your hand, “maybe we can learn together.”

You didn’t respond, you weren’t sure you could. It was as if the entire image of Oikawa you’d crafted was crumbling, fragments of hatred tumbling to the sides to reveal, what you could only assume was the real him. And in this moment, though you’d never admit it, you were grateful.

You nodded, “I think I’d like that.”

Oikawa had to bite back a jest, some ridiculous passing comment about how he knew that you’d been in love with him all along, but he didn’t in favor of savoring the gentle smile you’d graced him with.

The rest of your little meetings were amenable and your encounters in the school hallways even more so. It wasn’t a complete 180, but it was definitely noticeable.

Your friends caught on to the shy smile on your face after Oikawa shot a wave in your direction and practically the entire volleyball team had seen Oikawa blush after he’d seen you at lunch one day. And both groups were going to get to the bottom of it if it killed them.

“You were at each other’s throats literally just last week,” your friend groaned, sending pieces of popcorn across the table and into your hair. “What the hell happened?”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” your other friend piped in. “You actually considered going to volleyball practice the other day. You’ve never gone willingly.”

“And, you actually smiled at him in the hallway!”

You brought your voice down to a whisper, not wanting to be overheard talking about something so stupid, “I don’t like Oikawa. He’s annoying and full of himself. You guys are seeing things.”

They were unconvinced.

Oikawa hadn’t been faring much better.

“Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi smirked, “you sure changed your tune.”

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “What’re you talking about?”

Iwaizumi pitched his voice up, a poor rendition of his best friend, “I can’t stand them Iwa-can~ How am I ever going to survive?” He dropped the act seconds later, elbowing the other player in the ribs, “Meanwhile you actually seem to enjoy doing this project with them.”

Makki and Mattsun laughed along before Mattsun interjected, “Don’t forget the blush!”

“Oh,” Makki howled, “how could we forget? He looked like a pink highlighter.”

All Oikawa could do was huff. “I don’t like them.”

And boy was he wrong.

With the project coming to an end, Oikawa laid awake, staring at his ceiling as he thought about how exactly he’d spend his time now that you weren’t meeting with him in the library every afternoon. Would you keep hanging out? Would you come to his games? What if you stopped smiling at him in school, returning to the bitter back-and-forths that had been so common before?

Oikawa shot up in bed, chest heaving and eyes wide. He liked you.

Oh no.

Across town, cuddled under the comforter in your own bedroom, you thought about Oikawa— as you had been most nights since you became partners. As your mind wandered, you realized that by now, you’d memorized the color of his eyes and that you could decipher exactly which of his smiles were genuine and which weren’t. You smiled as you thought about the feeling of your hand in his, about how warm his skin had felt against your own.

Your heart was in your throat. You were heading down a point of no return, one in which only humiliation awaited you. You liked Tōru Oikawa.

How cruel.

On your walk to school the following day, you’d decided that avoiding him would be the easiest option from here on out. The project was done and you were saving yourself the embarrassment of falling for someone who clearly would never be interested. You’d convinced yourself that day in the library had been a fluke, a trick of the light. He didn’t like you.

You ducked out of sight when he was about to pass in the halls, you pointedly looked elsewhere during class— whatever you could to suppress whatever feelings you had for him. All the while blissfully unaware of the effect you were having on the setter.

He knew this would happen, knew that the moment the project was submitted you’d begin to act differently, but he hadn’t thought you’d ignore him entirely. He almost missed the biting tone of voice you used whenever you scolded him, at least then you were looking at him, speaking to him.

He’d been so out of focus that during practice he’d taken one of Iwaizumi’s spikes directly to the face, sending blood dribbling down from his nose.

“Go take a walk,” Iwaizumi demanded, waving a hand in the direction of the door. “You’re no good if you’re just gonna stand there like a love-sick puppy.”

Sighing in defeat, Oikawa headed off, pinching the bridge of his nose as he went. His feet carried him along the tile, looping through hallways until he found himself outside of the library. You wouldn’t be in there, right? You didn’t really have any reason to be, not anymore.

Whatever.

Body on autopilot, he followed the familiar path, counting stacks as he walked along the main aisle. Rounding the final corner and expecting to be disappointed, he pinched his nose harder.

You let out a squeak at the sight of Oikawa, supposedly in the midst of volleyball practice, emerging from the stacks like a zombie, nose bloodied, face red and shiny with sweat.

“What are you-”

“I like you. A lot.” He had no idea where the words came from, but he wasn’t about to take them back now.

“Ha ha, very funny. You haven’t used that one before.”

A look crossed Oikawa’s face— one you hadn’t seen since the day he’d caught you crying.

Sincerity.

Your stomach flipped, “You’re not joking.”

He shook his head, using the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that was still steadily trickling from his nose.

Oh.

“I like you too.”

A smirk crossed Oikawa’s face, a joking lilt taking over his serious tone, “I knew it.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, bringing a hand up to rub your thumb against his cheekbone. It was sticky with sweat, but it was either that or landing a kiss to his lips and interrupting his nosebleed. Gross.

“Wanna meet me back here after practice?”

“God, yes.”