#... implied BUT INTENT IS THERE OK

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[slavhew]

Something's missing

[glitterrgalax]

my beautiful wife

[likethexan]

I fuck with the Nerites/Poseidon ship not because I like old man/young man (really not my thing sorry Ganymede) but more on because I headcanon Nerites as only a bit younger than his Nereid sisters (5 years max) Since Hesiod never mentioned his age, only that he’s the youngest child of Doris and Nereus.

Nerites and Poseidon creating Anteros or Mutual Love makes Amphitrite/Poseidon/Nerites an interesting dynamic (even if its non existent in mythological text). Amphitrite obviously doesn’t want Nerites in her marriage bed (see the myth of Scylla) but that’s her brother, so of course it’s complicated.

Also, Nerites capturing the attention of not one, not two, but THREE gods (aphrodite, poseidon, helios) is such a flex even if he turns into a shellfish at the end (I like to think Poseidon does turn him back but not before laughing his ass off).

[le-agent-egg]

decided to do some traditional doodles of mondus and cheerio in my ocverse…

they live in the southern most city out of all the nations, it’s super mountainous and has really dense forests so no one really wants to live there LMAO these two are so sad they need a hug IMMEDIATELY!!!

ignore how shitty the lighting in my room is

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[flow2024]

look i haven't seen deadpool and wolverine and won't for another month if i see it at all (i'm not paying for it) so this is all conjecture but i find the fact that its marketing has been heavily focused on implying that deadpool and wolverine are/will be in a relationship, which is like clearly not going to happen this is the mcu lmao, and the fact that it has been pushing this so hard for a character whose queerness has entirely been reduced to essentially making gay jokes for extra edginess points while refusing to ever engage with it more deeply (i admit i haven't seen the first two deadpool movies in several years but he is in a long running relationship with a woman and just like. makes jokes about finding colossus hot to my memory) than that, Not A Good Look, you could say. and like come on it's 2024 this is textbook queerbaiting and for a movie that seems to be pushing its supposed potential queer relationship in all of its marketing all of the jokes have always just felt vaguely homophobic to me. maybe the movie will make me feel differently but like. i highly doubt that

[jxcquelynn]

[automatic-midnight]

My biased, really unpopular take is that I think rit/su/maya is an objectively boring ship.

[julietcpulet]

👆If anyone ever doubts Jinshi, don’t. This is the face of a man who knows what he wants, ok. There is no hesitation in that gaze, no lack of intention there, it’s so clear. Even MaoMao can’t deny it. You can see it in the surprise and clarity on her face, she knows, at this point denying the attraction anymore is not an option. When he pulled her back in it’s a statement, “I want you, stay”. This is where the line finally gets crossed, from implied interest to asserted interest. To no longer being able to be ignored. However there is a softness that contrasts the assertion, the delicate way he holds her while at the same time intensely keeping her gaze without saying a word, it’s passionate in its honesty. The vulnerability in the actions in the hope of even a slight reciprocation, this is why I adore Jinshi and MaoMao 💜💚

[goorgeousz]

work boundaries | aaron hotchner

after hours au

work boundaries | aaron hotchner

after hours au

pairing: aaron hotchner x female reader

summary: after sleeping with a random man you met at a bar and later finding out he was your unit chief, you have a very awkward meeting. pt 1 here.

content/tw: awkward conversation, bau!reader, sexual tension, bold!reader, reader is a flirt, use pf y/n (once)

word count: 0.8k

a/n: hey guys, thank you so much for all the feedbacks on my first post! You made me so happy I wanted to give you something. I’m so excited for this series, prepare for hotch to be longing #bringbackmanwhoyearns 

I hope you enjoy it :)

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“Close the door on your way out, Garcia” Hotch, your unit chief — and the guy you spent last night with — said, an invitation for her to leave implied.

She nodded, understanding immediately and leaving his office, but not before winking excitedly at you.

“Agent…”

That’s when you started talking.

“Listen, I know what you’re going to say. What happened between us was crazy. Batshit. I had no idea you were THE A. Hotchner. I mean, I knew your name was Aaron Hotchner, obviously, just that the name I associated with you was just Hotchner. And last night you introduced yourself as Aaron, and besides some BAU interviews here and there, I’ve never given you a proper look. I’ve been on an undercover mission for the past two years and I couldn’t have any contact with police enforcement, as you probably read on my file…” your voice trailed off when you saw the confused look on his face “You weren’t going to talk about that… were you?”

He sighed “Let’s sit.” You followed his lead, sitting across from him at his desk. He sighed — again — and intertwined his fingers.  “I think it goes without saying that what happened last night has to stay between us. We crossed every possible professional boundary, with me being your direct superior, and I have no intention whatsoever of ever letting it happen again…”

“Wait” you interrupted “You don’t need to dump me” “I’m not dumping you.”

“Well it sure seems like it.”

“I’m just establishing work boundaries.”

“Unnecessarily. It’s not like I’m begging you to sleep with me again. I’m not.”

“I never said you were.” “The way you said it sounded like last night only happened because you let it. I let it happen too.” he frowned.

“So you want me to blame you?”

“No. I’m saying that we both wanted it and we both let it happen…”

“Agent,” he interrupted, “There’s no need for us to argue over this. We’re on the same page, it was a mistake that won’t happen again.” he arched an eyebrow “Right?”

“Exactly.” 

“Perfect.” 

“And we won’t tell anyone, obviously. I don’t need the team to think my boss is playing favorites with me just because we had crazy good sex.”

“YL/N” he scolded, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry… Just trying to break the awkwardness.” 

“Please, don’t.” 

“Ok, sorry again.” he just nodded, deciding not to address it.

“Not that that’s cleared out.” he gave you a pointed look, silently warning you to not bring it up again “You have a really impressive resume.”

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking if he was flirting with you – as a joke, of course.

“Thank you, sir.” – great, now even being respectful sounded pornographic.

“Are you familiar with what we do here in the B.A.U?” “Yes. It was always a plan to join the team. That’s why I chose forensic psychology.” you shrugged, finally becoming more comfortable.

“I believe you’re going to be a great addition to this team.” you smiled “Now let’s get you to meet them.”

—

“Ok, now let’s address the elephant in the room.” Morgan said, sitting on the edge of his desk.

Later, after Hotch introduced you to the rest of the team, he gave you a tour of the building, showing you how everything works. While you were at it, Morgan, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Rossi and Reid sat together at the bullpen, mugs in hand and ready to debrief your arrival.

“Yes, please.” Emily yelped, spinning around on her chair to face the rest.

“What do you mean?” Reid asked, glancing up from his paperwork.

“Really? Little IQ 187 didn’t notice something weird between hotch and her?” JJ pointed at your new desk, across from Emily's.

“A lot of tension, indeed” Rossi chimed in quietly, not wanting to gossip about his friend.

“Sexual tension. A L-O-T” Emily spelled it out, dramatizing.

“Oh, that.” Spencer said “I don’t think it can be called elephant in the room. It’s pretty obvious. Quite literally written on their faces.” they all laughed.

“Do you think they’ve met before?” JJ asked, to anyone in particular.

“Oh, for sure. When I was there, it felt like something was wrong.” Garcia said.

“What exactly? Give us something, babygirl”

“I can’t point my finger at it. Something about the way he looked at her. Or it was her… I don’t know, you’re the profiler!”

“We’ll have to wait.” Rossi reflected.

“Ugh, my least favorite thing to do.” Garcia groaned.

The group suspiciously dissipated as soon as you and Hotch stepped into the room.

With a pointed look, he left you to settle on your desk and returned to his own office – closed door and all.

You could do this – you thought to yourself finally sitting down, the memories of him still too fresh on your mind and on your aching legs. But you were going to forget it. 

Eventually.

[nebulablakemurphy]

The Star-Crossed Lovers Of District 12 (Part 3)

Haymitch Abernathy x Wife!reader

Summary: Y/N continues trying to find balance in her ‘new life’ while grappling with the loss of her memories. Implied sexual content and past sexual trauma. SoTR Spoilers!

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Y/N spends her days going through the motions and her nights running from dreams of loved ones past.

“I can’t do this anymore, Haymitch.” She wails, pressed tightly to his chest. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“You’re ok,” Haymitch whispers, worry seeping into his own voice. “Shh.”

“Please help me.”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Haymitch brushes his lips against her forehead. “I’ll help you, I’ll help you.”

Y/N paws at him, clinging to something that is real.

“You need to sleep, angel.” Haymitch gentles her back beneath the covers.

“I can’t, I can’t.” Y/N’s sobs are muffled in the fabric of his shirt.

“Shhh,” he hushes her. “In the morning we’ll go down to see Dr. Aurelius and get something to help you sleep.”

Her head pounds, pain radiating down her neck as she cries herself to sleep.

There’s nothing Haymitch can do but hold her. Whispering that she is safe and loved. They’ll figure this out. Massaging the back of her aching skull and wishing the pain away.

————————————————————————

Dr. Aurelius is not expecting to find Y/N in the hospital wing, Haymitch in tow, before first meal. “Good morning.”

“We need just a minute,” Haymitch says. Shooting Katniss a smile, to ease her concerned eyes, through the doorway of her room.

“Y/N.” She croaks out, anyway.

Y/N gives Haymitch’s back a pat before excusing herself. “Hi, honey. How are you feeling?”

“Good.” The neck brace is long gone. “They’re releasing me tomorrow.”

Has it been that long? “Just in time for the wedding.”

“I think it was intentional, they’re gonna broadcast it and they want Snow to see us there.”

“I’m sure we can manage that.” Y/N grins.

“Are you here to see Peeta?”

“I’m actually here to see Dr. Aurelius. I’m still having some issues.” Y/N lifts a shoulder, “I won’t be much good to anyone in a state of psychosis so-”

“Good call.” Katniss deadpans.

“I can come tomorrow though, what time do you get released?”

The corner of the girl’s mouth twitches, “they said in the morning.”

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning,” Y/N nods.

“And when you see Peeta, can you tell him that I…” Katniss breaks off, defeated.

“We’re working hard to get Peeta back to his old self. He’s responding really well to our sessions together. But it’s going to take time.” Y/N reminds her, “there’s layers to it, because of the fear conditioning.”

“Did they- do you remember if-” Katniss forces the words past her lips. “Did they torture you?”

“Once.” Y/N admits, softly. “I haven’t told Haymitch, he’s suffered enough.”

Katniss lowers her gaze, bobbing her head once in understanding.

“I realized what they were doing, how they wanted to twist and play with my mind. I knew I’d be better off dead.”

Katniss blanches.

“That was one time with trackerjacker venom. Peeta was there for months.” That poor, sweet, tortured soul. “He’s come a long way.”

————————————————————————-

Haymitch settles Y/N in Aurelius’ office, prepared to leave but she’s got a death grip on his hand. He stands beside her chair somewhat awkwardly.

“Please, sit.” The doctor motions to a second chair, a few feet away.

“I’ll stand.”

“As you wish.” Aurelius sighs, “what brings you in today?” It’s not their weekly session.

“It’s getting worse.” Y/N tells him, “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. My head hurts all the time. Nothing works.”

“We’re more than willing to prescribe a higher dose of morphling, but you’ve always been adamant about keeping all medications to the bare minimum.” Dr. Aurelius flips through the notes on her chart.

Y/N scrubs a hand across her forehead, “I’m still adamant. Is there nothing else we could try?”

“If I may be so bold, according to both of your accounts, prior to Y/N’s injury, physical intimacy was often used as a form of comfort and co-regulation. I would go as far as to call it psychological pain management.”

“You think sex’ll do it?” Haymitch chortles.

“Well we have to try something,” Y/N blinks up at him.

Haymitch shakes his head.

“But if that’s off the table for you, I understand.”

“I would do more for you and worse,” Haymitch grumbles. “I just don’t want to cross a line that screws up your head worse than it already is. That’s my only concern.”

“I worry about that too.” Y/N nods. “Not my head, but yours. I can’t imagine being on your side of things.” Are you in more pain than Katniss?

“Don’t worry about me, angel.”

“All I do is worry about you, because I care about you. I don’t want to lose you or hurt you in someway I don’t understand, because I tried to bash my own skull in.”

Haymitch kneels, meeting her at eye level. “You never have to worry about that. What we have, is something I never thought I could have with anyone.” Not after Lenore Dove. “You couldn’t mess it up anymore than I could, and lord knows we both did our damndest.”

Y/N rests her hand against his cheek.

“There is nothing you could say or do to change the way I feel about you. I won’t leave you alone in this.”

“Because you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”

Haymitch nods, “you remember that?”

“I want to remember more.” Y/N’s glossy eyes search his.

“You will,” Haymitch turns his face into her hand, kissing her palm. “You will. We have time.”

————————————————————————

When Haymitch wakes it is not to Y/N screaming, but to a hissing in his ear. “Haymitch.”

“Shhh, she’s finally sleeping.”

“Why do you think I’m yelling directly into your ear?” Madge barks.

“Madge?” Haymitch pulls the top sheet up higher around Y/N’s shoulder.

“You asked me to watch the baby so you could do this?!?” She scolds, in a whisper, “I thought you were taking her to see the doctor.”

“I did take her to the doctor and he suggested it.” Haymitch informs her.

Madge gags.

“It’s called ‘co-regulating.’”

“That’s worse somehow.”

“Listen, if it works; it works.”

Silence as Madge contemplates her next move, “I’m going to pick your children up from school in an hour, they can hang out with me for the night so she can get some rest.”

“Thank you, Madge. Best sister-in-law ever.”

“You’re welcome.” Madge storms out of the room.

————————————————————————

By the next morning Madge is in a much better mood.

Y/N looks like herself again, coming to collect the children early. “We’re going to meet Katniss, they’re discharging her from the hospital.”

“Where’s Haymitch?” Madge wonders.

“He went down to see Peeta. He told me you got into it yesterday, by the way.”

“I just want to make sure you’re ok. That’s all I care about.”

“I am,” Y/N nods. “If I’d known it was such an easy fix I would’ve-”

Madge holds a hand over her sister’s mouth, “do not finish that sentence. Ever. I’m begging you.”

Y/N laughs, moving her hand away. “Ok, ok. We’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you at the wedding, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Madge shifts between feet. “Pollux asked me to go with him.”

Y/N smiles and nods. Pollux? “I should know who that is.”

“I can reintroduce you later, but you used to work together shooting propos, before the accident.”

“I’d like that,” Y/N taps her younger sister’s chin. “See you later, Madge Pie.”

“I’m really glad to see you’re feeling better.”

“Thank you for all your help, couldn’t do this without you.”

“You’re welcome,” Madge waves her off, “and I know.”

————————————————————————-

Annie is a vision in her white gown. Finnick cleans up nice too.

Y/N and Haymitch have a perfect view of the ceremony. Everest and Arista are a few rows up with Prim and the other kids.

Daisy prefers Y/N over anyone, and at almost six months old, she doesn’t really give a shit about the wedding. Content to be in her mother’s arms.

Annie’s dress is beautiful.

Annie’s dress is…

Annie’s dress…

Annie’s dress is different than mine.

She wants to be in it.

My dress is a prison.

‘I’m going to unzip your dress.’

Her mind is warping it, twisting it into something awful. She tightens her hold on Daisy as the floor falls away beneath her, with only Haymitch keeping her upright. “They put Katniss in my dress.”

“You’re ok,” he murmurs.

Her breath comes in short, unsteady bursts. “You know what happens in that dress.”

Of all the things to remember… Why this? “You’re not there anymore.” Not in that dress, not in that room. “You’re not there. Katniss is fine. The dress is gone.”

‘Just a little pinch.’

The scene plays out before her, in its entirety. She’s trembling; all but panting. Haymitch doesn’t move, doesn’t draw any unnecessary attention, he just holds her. He’s always holding her. Making sure it doesn’t hurt. Kissing it better when it does.

“Can’t take me anywhere, huh?” Y/N attempts a jest.

“Just breathe.” Haymitch sighs, “you don’t need to laugh it off. Not with me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, Haymitch.”

“You won’t.” Haymitch whispers.

“I made your life hell. Snow was always punishing us; hurting me to hurt you.”

“That was not your fault.” Haymitch insists, “he had it out for me long before you.”

“Because you…” I want to break the board. “You tried to break the board.”

[quarterlifekitty]

hello!! love your writing so much 💗

which guys do you think are more gullible? like could be guilt tripped or manipulated into doing things? and most importantly, which ones are faking going along with it so that they can turn the tables on you later on?

ok so, obvious but

cw: manipulation (this time it's reader doing it lol)

Most gullible award goes to Soap. He's the most outwardly emotional and completely wears his heart on his sleeve. He's obedient to a fault and he loves to please, so while it might not always be called manipulation, it would be really easy to lead him on if you wanted to get him to do things for you. Would Ghost let you do that to him? Not in a million years.

König is also incredibly easy to manipulate and guilt trip. He feels naturally guilty, anxious, and insecure over your relationship. He has constant imposter syndrome and is not-so-secretly terrified that you'll realize what he's really like, and will leave him. You could very easily harness that fear and desperation to cling to you directly into control and get him to do things for you.

Ghost and Gaz both know when someone is tricking them. Gaz more or less always knows because he's an excellent reader of tone and intention. Ghost believes he always knows, but this isn't true. While it is much harder to manipulate him, he does have his own weaknesses, and if you know him well enough and have enough talent for acting sincere, you might be able to push just the right combination of buttons to get him to do what you want. But most of the time? Any "successful" manipulation of Gaz or Ghost will come back to bite you ten times as hard.

Nikolai, Price, and Rudy will do what you want, but it has nothing to do with manipulation-- you both know what's going on. It's an exchange. Nikolai's servitude is condescending, there's this sort of edge that implies he's doing this because you can't do it on your own, his competence somehow supersedes yours. Price likes to play the role of the "whipped" husband, it fits perfectly into his sort of nuclear-family-dynamic fantasy (@/pricegouge made a post about him preening when his wife calls him "well trained" in front of her friends and I believe in that 100%). Rudy is just plain worshiping you, and gets enough satisfaction from that on its own, really.

[scottiexmariee]

Hi~ ok so I have a request for a LAD headcannon. One where u wanna learn a new dance trend thats lowkey pretty spicy and if the boys reject then u say ur gonna go ask someone else (preferably someone they know like Greyson. Jeremiah, Thomas, one of the twins). Thank u so so so much and take all the time in the world

LADS Boys vs. Spicy Tiktok Trend

Characters: Xavier x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Sylus x Reader

Summary: How the boys would react to you threatening to ask someone else to assist with a spicy TikTok trend

Warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. Suggestive Content, (Implied Smut), Potential Lumiere spoiler if you aren’t familiar with lore

Wordcount: 2.7k

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Note: I had way too much fun with this prompt. This is my own interpretation, so I hope this is what you wanted <3

“Well? What do you think?” You asked, studying Xavier’s face as the video you were showing him looped for the third time. He was next to you on the couch, studying your phone as if it were a foreign object, unable to form a coherent thought about what you were showing him. 

There was a new couple’s dance trend circulating TikTok, and it was top priority to get Xavier on board with doing the trend. It was…a little provocative, to put it mildly. The dance started off innocent, but had a move at the end of it that included a little bit of grinding on your partner. You had absolutely zero intentions of posting it. Truthfully, you just saw an opportunity to rile Xavier up, and you were going to take it. 

By the time the video looped for the fifth time, you waved your hand in front of his face. “Hellooo? Anyone in there?” 

As if snapping out of a trance, Xavier finally blinked. Several times, actually, clearly trying to process whatever the hell you just made him watch. His eyes landed on you, and the poor guy looked like he had no idea where to start with his thoughts. 

“Uhhhhh….” 

“Let me guess,” You began, folding your arms indignantly, “you don’t want to do it,” 

Xavier averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I…don’t know how I feel about recording that.” He finally said, finding a very interesting spot on the floor to stare at. 

You figured he’d say no. Unfortunately for him, you’d planned ahead. You already had your dialogue choices preselected, and now it was time to roll. 

“I’ll just ask Jeremiah, then,” 

Xavier’s eye twitched, but he recovered quickly. He gave your thigh a playful squeeze as he shook his head. “Good luck. He knows better,” His tone was light, but you knew he wasn’t joking. 

He was right. Jeremiah absolutely knew better. In fact, Jeremiah would likely have a panic attack if you even attempted to ask him to do something like that, simply out of fear of Xavier’s wrath. Jeremiah had once been subtly threatened over a completely innocuous conversation, and the deceptive softness in Xavier’s tone when he made the threat nearly had Jeremiah sputtering. (“You have nice teeth. It may be beneficial to find conversation elsewhere.”) Jeremiah didn’t look you in the eye for weeks after that. 

The Jeremiah line, as predicted, was ineffective. With a sigh, you decided to default to your ‘in case of emergency’ tactic. 

You stretched, trying to appear casual, doing your best to prevent a smirk from slipping. “I bet Lumiere would do the trend with me,” 

Any traces of amusement that had been present on Xavier’s face vanished in an instant. The tension in the air thickened as soon as the words left your mouth. Xavier’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as his eyes locked onto your faux innocent face. The message was clear: you did NOT just say that. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to actually piss him off. However, the thought of Xavier essentially beefing with himself was too good to resist sometimes. You thought he’d gotten over this by now. 

“I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” He said, his tone deceptively calm. If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the floor. This was a warning. He was giving you a chance to backpedal. 

“I’m just saying,” You said, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened with his mood shift. 

“You would prefer to do an indecent trend with Lumiere?” He questioned, his tone still eerily even, despite the clear annoyance in his eyes. You needed to be very careful with your next answer. 

“I would prefer to do the indecent trend with Xavier,” You teased, cupping his face in your hands and giving his head a gentle shake. He softened slightly at the contact. “We don’t even have to post it,” 

He rose from the couch, catching your wrist in the process and pulling you with him. 

“Xavier? Where are we going?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“To do the trend,” He responded, his tone much lighter than it was previously. “I’ll do it so Lumiere doesn’t get the chance,

Zayne stared at you with an expression that could only be described as unamused. You had made an attempt to show him the newest couple’s dance trend, quietly tossing in a comment about how you two would ‘look good doing that trend.’ Based on his complete lack of a reaction, you had your answer without him even needing to open his mouth. 

You pulled your phone away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “It’s not that bad,” You said defensively. 

That was a blatant lie. If you tried to shake your ass as hard as the girl in the video you’d just shown him, you’d probably throw out a hip. You, however, were on a mission to spice up things with Zayne a bit, and the new trend was a perfect excuse to make an attempt. 

….it had sounded better in your head. 

“It’s aggressive,” He responded dryly. “I would recommend a psychiatric evaluation if I saw you doing that,”

If you weren’t desperate, his comment would have been hilarious. 

“Guess I’ll wait for the pink slip,” You retorted, leaning back in your chair. “because I’m doing that trend,” 

“It’s a couple’s trend,” Zayne responded, his expression deadpan. “Do you intend on doing it alone?” 

You pursed your lips, searching for an answer. An idea came to mind, and Zayne stiffened upon seeing the flash of mischief in your eyes. 

“I wonder if Greyson would try it with me,” You mused. You had no intentions of actually asking Greyson, you were simply just trying to press buttons now. 

Zayne's eyes narrowed, and it was the closest thing to a reaction you’d gotten out of him so far. He looked almost offended, and you actually started to feel bad. However, the guilt dissipated the second Zayne responded with his ‘professional’ voice. 

“That’s highly inappropriate and unprofessional,” He chided, his brows furrowing as he spoke. “and it would be rather unbecoming of my assistant to participate in something indecent with my significant other.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke,” You said, reaching for his hand. He allowed you to grab it, but it did nothing to quell the absolute bewilderment your comment had caused. 

“If you won’t actually do the trend with me, would you be willing to just practice?” You asked, purposefully lowering your voice to ‘bedroom’ tone. 

Zayne’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He was definitely listening. 

“I mean, you could consider that as an exercise, right?” You continued, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “And exercise is good for you, right?” Your tone was borderline teasing now, but it seemed to actually be working. 

“It is,” He responded. “It increases blood flow, reduces the risk of heart disease, can increase dopamine levels—“

You squeezed his hand, giving him the flirtiest look you could muster. 

“Well, Doctor Zayne, could you help me increase my dopamine?” 

His resistance was crumbling quickly. Between that look on your face and the tone of your voice, it was getting harder and harder to deny you. 

Especially when he knew what your real intentions were. 

With a sigh, he softly grabbed your hand and rose from his spot at the table, his initial protests long forgotten. 

“Phone stays on the table,” He warned, just to be safe. 

As he lead you toward the couch, you couldn’t help but giggle. 

Your plan had completely derailed, but in a way, you were still getting what you wanted. 

As soon as you saw the newest couple’s dance trend circulating, you knew that you and Rafayel would absolutely OWN it. 

You could already picture how hot he’d look with some shirt buttons undone, chest *slightly* exposed, swinging his hips with yours in tune to the beat of that catchy song. You two were going to absolutely devour this trend. 

….Well, that was the plan, anyway. 

He was willing to hear you out until he saw examples. By the third video, his ears were very pink, and he was staring at your phone like it had personally offended him. The amused smile he’d sat down with was no longer in the vicinity. 

When he finally found his voice, the protesting was immediate. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening,” He said, shaking his head vigorously and shoving your phone away from him. He wiped his fingers on his pants as if he’d touched something dirty. He then rose from his seat, very obviously about to attempt a swift exit. 

“Raf, please!” You begged, nearly tripping over your chair as you followed after him. You caught his sleeve, tugging him back toward you. He didn’t budge. “We’d look so good. I’ll literally start begging,”

He shook his head vehemently. “I don’t even want to imagine the headlines that would cause. Nooo way, (y/n),” 

“When have you ever cared about what the headlines say?” You protested, giving his sleeve another tug. “Please! It’s just one video! I’ll never ask you to do a trend again!”

“I’ll agree to this when I see sharks driving cars,” He responded, skillfully escaping your desperate grip on his sleeve. He began heading toward the kitchen in an attempt to put as much distance between himself and this conversation as possible. 

Fine. Let’s see how he likes this.  

You retrieved your phone from the table and began typing a phone number. Rafayel paused and looked over his shoulder at the sound of your nails tapping against the screen. 

He fully turned around when you hit the ‘call’ button and raised your phone to your ear. 

“…who are you calling?” He asked, already heading back toward you, eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

“Thomas,” You replied casually. “If you won’t do it with me, then—“ 

Your phone was confiscated before you could even finish your sentence. Rafayel held your phone above his head, his other hand pressed against your forehead, effectively keeping you an arm’s length away.  Rafayel quickly ended the call before Thomas could pick up as you began to protest. 

“Oh come on!” You cried out, arms flailing as you tried to retrieve your phone from Rafayel’s air jail. 

“Apologize or I’ll swallow it,” He threatened, holding your phone higher above his head. “You can’t call other men or be influenced by dance videos if I eat your phone,”

You stared at him, beyond incredulous. While Rafayel did have a flair for the dramatic, the look on his face alone made you hesitant to call his bluff. 

“You’d rather swallow my phone than do a 10 second trend with me?” 

“You were calling Thomas! What does he have that I don’t?” 

You folded your arms, glaring daggers at the man holding your phone hostage. “I only called Thomas because you refused.”

Rafayel scoffed, his expression nothing short of indignant. “Oh, so you’re just a traitor then? Gooot it. And to think I shared my smoothie with you earlier,” 

“If you don’t like me anymore, just say that,” 

Rafayel’s mouth dropped open upon hearing you use one of his ‘drama queen’ lines against him. He could not believe you had the nerve to use his own words for your own petty gratification. “You—“ 

He sighed, releasing your forehead from his palm. Your phone, however, was still in air jail. 

Rafayel was silent for several moments, and you could almost physically see the gears in his brain working overtime. 

“What if we compromise?” He finally asked, eyes landing directly on your face. 

“Compromise?” 

“I’ll do the trend with you. But you aren’t allowed to post it. Nuh-uh. It’s for our eyes only.” He finally lowered your phone from above his head, keeping it just out of reach as he continued speaking, “and if you post it anyway I will literally put a curse on you.”

You paused, your eyes flitting between Rafayel’s face and the phone that was still firmly in his hand. You considered your options, and after a small internal debate, you decided that this was as good as it was going to get. 

“Okay,” You affirmed, holding out your hand for your phone. “Deal.” 

He smiled, finally handing your phone. 

As the two of you began to walk to the closet to find a change of clothes for the video, Rafayel spun to face you. 

“Also,” He began, “You know how you said you’d never ask me to do a trend again?” 

“Yes?” 

“I’m holding you to that,” 

The day had dragged on. Sylus had spent most of the day holed up in his armory, and the twins were out doing who knows what. Mephisto wasn’t great company either, and his beady little eyes got uncomfortable after a while. You were absolutely consumed by boredom, which lead to you scrolling on TikTok for far too long. 

Right as you were finally about to throw your phone out of pure frustration, your algorithm came in clutch and graced you with a video from this week’s newest dance trend, a suggestive little couple’s dance. You bit your bottom lip, already feeling flushed at the thought of Sylus with his hands all over you like that. 

It was sexy. It was flashy. And it was absolutely the cure for your boredom. 

Your feet were moving before you’d put any thought into it, carrying you straight to the armory. 

You all but crashed through the door. 

“Sylus~” You chirped, zeroing in on him with a shit-eating grin on your face. 

He looked up at you, eyes softening at your expression. 

“Well, don’t you just look delighted,” He drawled, patting his lap for you to have a seat.  “What’s the occasion?” 

As you climbed into his lap, you pulled up the video you’d added to your favorites and held it out for him to watch. He did so without questioning it, but you could see the subtle expression change as he tried to process what he was seeing. 

When the video ended, he returned his gaze to you, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. 

“Well?” You poked his cheek, searching for any hint of his thoughts in his expression. 

“That was….modest,” He said, his voice laced with a level dry sarcasm that only Sylus was capable of. 

“Will you do it with me?” You asked, getting straight to the point. 

Sylus chuckled, the sound deep, rich, and like music to your ears. As quickly as your hopes rose, they were quickly squashed by his next statement. 

“While I’m flattered that you think I’d be a good candidate for…that,” He began, gesturing toward your phone, “I’m going to have to decline, sweetie.” 

Short, sweet, and to the point. 

“Ugghhh, but I’m so bored!” You whined, tossing your head back in exasperation. 

Sylus watched your mini-tantrum fondly, desperately fighting off a smirk. “If you’re bored, you could always hang out with me in here,” 

You glanced around the room. It was clear that he’d been down here messing with several different weapons, and by the looks of things, he was nowhere near done. 

You loved spending time with Sylus. On any other day, you would have jumped on the offer, just to be near him. Today, however, your boredom had reached its climax and you were certain you would combust if you sat down here and watched him meddle with various weapons. 

With a defeated sigh, you removed yourself from his lap and began sulking toward the door. “I guess I’ll just go find the twins,” 

Truthfully, you hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. You definitely weren’t going to bother them with the trend, but that was definitely how Sylus took it. You heard the distinct sound of a weapon being set down onto the table. 

“No need,” He said gruffly, abandoning his task and rising to his full height. You turned and quirked an eyebrow, not understanding the sudden change of heart. 

He closed the distance between the two of you, looping an arm around your shoulders as he passed. 

“That…’trend’ gave me a better idea for a boredom cure,” He said, leading you out of the armory. 

“Oh? Tell me!” You chirped excitedly. 

Sylus shook his head. “It’s more of a show than a tell,” 

While you didn’t get to do the spicy TikTok trend, Sylus had cured your boredom in a different spicy way. 

You were reeeally thankful for that trend. 

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Mommy’s Here

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: After your bio mom kicks you out Wanda, your loving stepmom, takes you in

Warning: there’s mentions/implied abusive parents in this story. Also Wanda and R’s relationship isn’t healthy.

Author’s Note: i will probably expand on this story at some point. If you want a part 2 lmk!

Your whole body is shaking as you stand on your dad’s and stepmom’s porch. You have a bag with some necessities in it, some clothes, university textbooks, and laptop, things you couldn’t leave at your mom’s house. Tho bffs you knew she’d throw away the second you walked out the door.

You raise a fist to knock on the sage green door, rapping on it twice before it opens.

Wanda opens the door and the sight shes greeted with isn’t pleasant. You’re wet from the rain, your hair plastered to your face and clothes drenched. There’s a chill seeping into your bones, making you shake and shiver.

“Oh baby,” she says, taking you into her arms. Her arms envelope you, pulling you into her chest. You crumple against your stepmoms body, her arms hold you up as she walks the two of you over to the couch. She removes your bag, setting it off to the side then sits the two of you down with you on top of her.

“Shhh it’s ok baby. I’m right here,” the older woman coos into your ear. She rocks you back and forth in her lap, one arm around your waist while the other cradles your back. Your head is lying on her chest, so close that you can feel her heartbeat.

Being this close to your stepmom isn’t normal, you know that, yet you let yourself fall deeper into her. You convince yourself that maybe this is okay, Wanda can give you that parental love you desperately craved growing up. It’s okay, being held by her. Loved by her, it’s all okay.

You can feel tears slip from your eyes and fall down your face. Wanda’s right hand cradles your face and her thumb swipes over your cheek, wiping them all away. Eventually your tears subside and all that’s left are quiet sniffles.

“Do you want to talk about it, honey?” She asks after you’ve quieted down. Her tone is soft and her voice quiet, as if she’s scared of spooking you if she speaks any louder. You nod your head yes.

“She kicked me out. Forever this time,” you say, referencing your biological mom. Your words are muffled against Wanda’s chest but she understands you. She tightens her hold on you, as if she’s unwilling to let you go. Your body slumps against her.

“I’m sorry baby. You know you’re always welcome here,” she tells you and it’s the truth. Wanda has always welcomed you into her and your father’s house with open arms.

Over the past two years since Wanda married your father, your mother had kicked you out numerous times, whenever she got upset at you, she told you to leave. But this time was permanent. She needed your room for her stepkids now that she had also remarried. So that left you with nowhere to go but your dads and Wanda’s place.

Luckily your father is away in yet another work trip, leaving just you and Wanda alone.

Every time you left Wanda’s house to go back to your mom’s it broke Wanda’s heart. She knew your mom would just hurt you again, but still she let you go.

Wanda had always been there to support you, to welcome you into her house, which she insists is also yours. She was always so maternal with you. Taking care of you, getting you anything you needed. Maybe somewhere along the way a wire got crossed, because the word that almost falls out of your mouth were never meant to be said.

“Thank you mo-Wanda,” you say quickly correcting yourself. You’re not sure why you almost called her mommy, but it felt right. Still you correct yourself, not knowing how she would react to that word.

“What were you going to say, honey?” Her eyebrows are furrowed and she’s staring at you intently. There’s a small smile on her face as she looks down at you.

“Nothing,” you say choosing to pretend like you hadn’t almost called her mommy.

“Don’t lie to mommy, baby.” She reprimands you. It makes you feel weird, but you like it.

“I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s okay sweet girl.” She smooths a hand through your hair and the action comforts you. You snuggle deeper into Wanda’s embrace, her presence a soothing balm to you.

You can’t see it, but Wanda is smiling. Ever since she had met you she had longed for this moment, for the day you gave in to her. The day you let her be your mommy and now it’s finally here.

“You’re okay baby. Mommy won’t let her hurt you again.” Wanda’s words are comforting to you. Knowing that someone cares about you that much, that they love you that much, has you melting.

As your body relaxes you can feel exhaustion taking over. Your eyelids droop and soon you’re drifting off.

“Go to sleep baby. Mommy will be here when you wake up.”

You fall asleep in her arms. There’s a smile on your face, which is so different from the expression you were wearing when Wanda opened the door.

Wanda gently picks you up and moves you to her bed. She take soft your wet clothes and slips one of her oversized shirts on you before pulling the covers down so she can slip between them, lying down next to you. She pulls you against her, her body spooning yours.

“Mommy’s here baby,” she says, even though you can’t hear her. “I’ll always be here.”

[akula-blue]

Ok so we've talked about mech dysphoria and dysmorphia before yeah? Your body doesn't feel the same when you climb out of a mech, doesn't feel 'right' anymore.

Too few limbs, not enough sensors, everything feels too big, now that you're not? There's no more combat stims and pleasure chemicals either, you're down to just your stock standard dopamine, which you have a clinical deficiency of now, btw. You struggle to pick objects up, your hands an unfamiliar shape, with not enough strength. You struggle to get out of bed sometimes because you can't tell what proportions things should be anymore?

Yeah, all that has been discussed to death.

What about communication?

What about pilots who, just, can't talk outside of their mech? Become socially inept without all the assistant systems they plug themselves into within the cockpit?

Think about it, mech combat becomes very disorganised very fast if it's allowed to. We are talking clashes of potentially dozens of war machines, the size of buildings, with enough guns to level cities. Orders need to be direct, easily understandable, followed immediately, actually projected onto the pilot's vision.

Every order, every report, every sentence, is punctuated by hundreds of layers of feedback. Tactical simulations and overlays, attachments for battlefield plans, every order having many implied conditions transmitted to the pilot through code and dictionary references to make sure a pilot cannot POSSIBLY misinterpret it in the few seconds before the command should be executed. On top of that, each order can also be wired to project a different cocktail of stim/pleasure chems/whatever have you, ensuring a pilot knows exactly what to feel about the order, establishing the priority of it through the pilots own brain chemistry.

And the same can be true about communications between squad mates! So much of it would be sending those same simulations around as sit reps, or enormous data packets containing not just the words the pilot is trying to say, but also links to relevant information and mountains of meta data, establishing tone, intention, context. Within the cockpit, a portion of the onboard AI is delegated to parsing this metadata, projecting it into the pilots consciousness, speeding up the process of understanding these mountains of digital documents to mere moments.

Now put a person used to that in a social setting. Where they are not made instantly aware of what someone is talking about or referring to. Where they cannot just query an AI and receive every piece of relevant info at once. Where they have to understand the subtext of what that person is saying without any metadata to indicate sarcasm, annoyance, disinterest. Where they are unable to understand the many nuances of communication and body language and expression without the helpful hand of their mech's processors. Hell, where they don't know how hearing certain things should make them feel without the presence of the chemicals to guide their response. Imagine them seeming lost outside of their mech, unable to talk or connect anymore, the social, human part of their brain having atrophied from disuse much like their neurotransmitter production. Imagine them scurrying back to the safety of their mech where, in the digitally overlaid world, everything is so much clearer and understandable and-

HAS THIS BECOME AN AUTISM METAPHOR???