#I straight up had to PAUSE THE PODCAST

[its-your-mind]

John: hey arthur there’s a poster over there for a film. It looks pretty good. We should go see it!

Arthur: no

John: I fucking knew you always hated me you selfish piece of shit. I hope you starve to death. I hope everything goes horribly fucking wrong for you. How fucking dare you treat me like a prisoner. I hope you never have anything good happen to you ever again. Whore.

[gglitch1dd]

His Wife (ProHero Izuku x Wifey Reader)

Day 5 of Breedingtober

<<MASTERLIST>>

Izuku winds up on a podcast where they were talking bad about you, his beautiful wife. However sometimes, you need to calm him down.

Warning: Trying for a baby, unprotected sex, slight sexism and anti-feminism (personally I find it anit-feminist if you have a problem with someone being a house wife), angy Zuzu, teasing, slight brat energy from both Izu and Reader, petty Izuku, SMUT, BREEDING,

Words: 5k

You heard the front door open as you just managed to switch off the stove. It was evening and your husband had finally come back home. You moved to wipe your hands on the towel on your shoulder as you turned to the entrance of the kitchen. Walking in was your husband. You smiled. “Evening, Izuku.”

However, you didn’t receive an immediate reply as the giant prohero moved to pull you into his arms and release a heavy sigh. He closed his emerald eyes as he just wanted to hold you for a second. You raised an eyebrow wondering what had happened for this to occur. You flicked your gaze up to him, but you moved to rub his back supportively. Izuku let out a deep sigh as he rested his head on top of yours.

“Are you okay, my love?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Izuku didn’t answer immediately, not knowing entirely what to say to you about all of this. “How did the podcast go?” The large green haired man let out a groan as he let go of you and moved to lean against the counter. You giggled as you watched him move his hands down his face in exasperation. “Not good, I see.”

Izuku sighed. “I’m sorry, darling, for acting so down the moment I come home.” He apologised first and foremost. “You don’t deserve to be greeted like that, but…” He paused before letting out another loud groan as he looked to the ceiling. “I swear to God! Y/N!” He put his hands together as he looked to you straight and serious. “I’m going to murder someone.”

You chuckled as you moved to take off your apron. “Izuku, you can’t murder someone.” You calmly deflected logically. This wasn’t the first time he had made such allegations but you normally didn’t take it seriously unless it had to do with Bakugou Katsuki. Normally then attempted murder was their form of love language.

“Yes, I can.”

“Izuku, you can’t be a hero and murder someone.” You reminded him.

Your green haired husband folded his arms over his chest. “Honey, I am sure, if I can kill villains I can kill people.” You gave him a pointed look making him sigh.

You knew with Izuku’s jobs, there were certain unsavoury things that he had to do for the sake of peace and justice that made you wonder how far Heroes were willing to go to maintain their definition of law and order. You knew how much of a strain it could be, especially with him being the number one hero and him having to know and keep so many secrets from the public that you might not even ever know.

You sighed as you moved over to your grumpy green haired tree of a husband that leaned against your marble countertops. He had a frown on his face, showing how deep in his anger he was. You put your hands on his arms with a gentle smile, rubbings his biceps as you looked up at him. “My love…” Izuku closed his eyes at the sound of your voice. He let out a deep breath and dropped his head in defeat. You saw some tension leave him as you continued to smile up at him. “You just got home. You’re tired. Now, I’ve just made you pork, your favourite, and we can sit down and have a nice warm dinner together. Then you can hit the shower and we can sit down and talk about it with you having calmed down a bit with food in your belly and a nice relaxing shower to wash away the day. Okay?” You asked him.

He opened his eyes, those green deep jade eyes looked down at you lovingly. He nodded his head as he moved to put his hands on your hips. “What would I do without you?” He asked you gently. He bent down to place a kiss to your lips. You reached up and kissed him back. Izuku let out a soft breath, just having your lips against his and feeling you in his arms. You always somehow took all his pent-up energy away.

You separated from him with a happy smile. “You’d probably have killed Katsuki by now.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t already.”

“Izuku.”

He chuckled as he put his large hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay.” He moved to grab his laptop back. “Let me put this in my office and I’ll be down in a bit.”

Dinner was pretty normal, with Izuku wanting to spend the time focusing on you and what you did during the day. As a house wife, there was never really a shortage of things to do around the house, but a lot of your time was also spent working on projects that the Deku Foundation was busy with currently. Being wife to the Number One hero was a lot of work and a lot of energy spent on making sure that the brand that was Deku would stay up on top like it was supposed to.

With you heading a lot of that, you took a lot of nitty gritty work off of Izuku’s shoulders which he was grateful for. Especially with the Little Heroes Boarding School you were both planning on opening soon. Izuku nearly cried when you had told him what you wanted to start. A school dedicated to helping quirkless, less advantaged or abandoned children in finding their feet and cementing their future. It was perfect for what you both wanted to do to give back to the community directly. It was in its final execution phase with already a hundred children selected and it would be open in three months time.

You had been working so hard to ensure that it would be a success and Izuku couldn’t help but be so grateful and in awe for the amount of effort you had put into it. He took some less hours off of work to help you with it, which you were very happy about.

After that, you headed upstairs where Izuku took a much-needed shower to relax his muscles and you got dressed for bed. You were in your short silk nightgown by the time Izuku came out of the shower, drying his hair. You smiled as you sat down on the large bed in the abundance of pillows, Angelica-Nina laying next to you, flopping beside you.

Izuku’s shoulders lowered as he moved to lie down with his head in your lap. With the large hero lying down in front of you, Angelica-Nina moved over to hop to Izuku. She moved to settle on his chest, loafing herself as she settled in for a snooze. Izuku found his hand on top of her, petting her ears down as he sighed.

You looked down at him as you brought your hand to his soft still damp curls. “Still want to talk about it, love?” you asked gently. He nodded his head. “Alright, I’m listening.” You took a comb from the side table and gently started combing his mess of dark curls.

Izuku sighed and you knew by the tone of his sigh that it was something that deeply bothered him, but then again, with a husband as beautifully sensitive as your own, it was to be expected. “So I went on the Everything podcast, as you know. I don’t even know who on my PR team thought this would be a good idea but I went anyways. It was good the first half, I answered some questions, had a good debate and talk just about my life, UA, being Number One, my workout routine, a few controversial questions here and there but overall it was fine. To be expected. However, then we got onto the topic of you…” You hummed as you combed through his hair, but listened to him intently. His hand moved to rest on the black rabbit on top of him. You saw a slight rise in anger as his eyebrows furrowed. “So I talk about how we met, the wedding and all that stuff. Then one of the women on the podcast say, out of nowhere, ‘Oh that’s why you heroes could never handle a real women.’”

You tilted your head in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“RIGHT!?” Izuku nearly sat up, disrupting the rabbit on top of him, but you pushed him back down to lay down. “Now I was confused, I had the benefit of the doubt and I just questioned like whatever did she mean by that. Then she tells me, ‘You heroes always say you support women and that you’re feminists, but you ain’t. All you male heroes want are plain jane submissive women because you’re too intimidated by working women with their own opinions. You just want someone to wife up and keep your bed warm, you don’t want an actual woman. You just want a quiet breeder trophy wife.’” He quoted. “Honey,” Izuku chuckled darkly, immediately notifying you of the mood he was in. “I was going to kill a bitc-”

“Izuku.”

He closed his eyes, holding his tongue. He took a deep breath before letting out again. You always tried to keep his swearing to a minimum. Although Izuku was pretty good with changing the way he spoke depending on the situation, you didn’t need a slip up where the whole of Japan could turn and point at him.

He wasn’t Katsuki.

He sighed as he brought a hand to his eyes. You gently moved his curls back and looked down at his freckled face. “And what then?”

Izuku opened his eyes and looked back up at you. “So then I just told her, ‘The roles in my marriage is between me and my wife’, then proceeded to list every reason why she was factually incorrect, cause she was!” He spoke matter of factly.

Angelica-Nina lifted her head off of Izuku, realising she was not getting any sleep with this man around. She hopped back onto the bed settling in there. That’s when you noticed that your bunny that Izuku had gifted you for your first anniversary together, Valentino-Nino, a rather cuddly buck rabbit, hopped onto your bed. His fuzzy brown nose nudged Anglica-Nina. With the appearance of her comrade and lover, Angelica-Nina lifted her head up. The two of them hopped off your bed and proceeded to head out of your room to the hallway probably heading to their room and space in the house.

“I mean ever since the Endeavour scandal I know when it came to heroes and their partners a lot of the public was still pretty uncomfortable discussing in depth about it, but to go so far and say that all heroes are all like that? It’s absurd. Most heroes marry other heroes and if not, its not like they’re actively looking for some doll…” You watched his voice trail off a bit. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern. Izuku moved to look off to the side, looking almost a bit guilty. “But… it just made me a bit worried that maybe I was-”

“Izuku no.” You nodded your head. “Izuku, you’re feelings are valid and honestly I feel offended too.” You notified him making him nod proudly that he wasn’t overreacting. “I mean when we met, I was working and when we got married, I decided to be a housewife and that’s fine. You didn’t force me or hint that you wanted me to do that. It was a decision I took onto myself. You know why?” Izuku shook his head, not a hundred percent certain. “Izuku, in the unfortunate and unlikely circumstance that we ever got divorced,”

“Over my dead body.”

You chuckled. You placed a kiss to his pouty face and continued. “If that ever were to happen, it’s not like I don’t have any qualifications or money in my savings that I don’t have entirely in my name. And Izu, you make a HELL of a lot of money, half of which we keep in different saving and investment accounts. We don’t need a second income.” You reminded him as you gently massaged his head. “I mean yah, working would fill up my days more, but I’d rather that job be given to someone who might need it than to me who doesn’t. Plus, Izu…” You leaned down closer to him. You cupped his face in your hands. “When I took you as my husband I chose to trust you as a man and as a provider for this family. I’m not worried about income because you don’t make me worried about that. I can relax and do what I want to do and focus on the Deku foundation rather, or flood your phone with TikToks giving you baby fever so that you can finally give me a cute baby in rabbit onesie.” Izuku let out a laugh at that, remembering one of the more recent ones you had sent him. The two of you had recently started to try for a baby (much to Izuku’s relief for the fact that he hated latex, and he hated the possible side effects of hormonal birth control on your body). “Izuku, I want a baby.” You whined playfully.

Your husband chuckled moving to put a hand to your arm. “I know my love.” He moved his hand down your arm, grabbing your hand and  bringing it to his face. You saw a slight blush on his face. “I want it too, my love.” His voice was quieter than before, almost shy to reveal it, as he didn’t look you in the eye. You found it adorable, placing a kiss on his forehead making you chuckle. “But first,” He chuckled. “I just… are you sure you’re happy like this?”

Your face softened as you looked down at him with a smile. “I’m happy, Izuku. Don’t let other people define us. We work just the way we are.”

Izuku stared up at you, pupils big as he smiled gently. His eyes were soft as he reached up and put a calloused large hand to the side of your face. His hands bore the scars of the world and were rough from all the work he had put into them, however they were the most caring hands you had ever felt in your life. You closed your eyes and hummed with a smile. He moved to sit up and turn to you. “I appreciate you… you know that?”

“I know, Izu.”

“No, I’m serious.” He moved to pull you closer to him so that you slid down to lay beside him. He snuggled you close to his chest as he spoke to you. “You make me feel… you make me feel worthy of being a hero, worthy of being your husband, worthy of my quirk and worthy of being a man. Really I… I couldn’t be able to do everything on my own and you do most of it. I’m just the face.” You giggled at that statement making him smile. He placed a kiss to your lip taking you by surprise but you smile. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You chuckled against his lips, but kept against him.

Izuku kissed you with a hum from his chest. A few quick pecs that grew longer as the butterflies in your tummy grew wilder. Until he held you firmly, kissing you deeply. His tongue in your mouth and his hands around you, making you feel like putty in his hands. The thing about kissing Izuku was that it was as if he was searching for something. For something deep inside you that you didn’t know you had. His hand moved to wrap around your neck as the kiss turned messy, almost as if he was trying to swallow you whole. And when you gasped for air, it was almost as if he was disappointed. As if he wanted to drown in you trying to find it.

“Wait, wait.” You breathed out, making him stop completely, as he looked to you making sure you were okay, concern evident in his eyes and furrowed brows. You glanced to the doorway. “The bunnies.”

“The… the bunnies?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded your head affirmatively. “Yah. I don’t want them to hop in on us.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle. “Darling, the bunnies don’t care what we’re doing.”

“It would be indecent, Izuku.”

He motioned to the door with an amused scoff. “We see them humping each other all the time. You don’t see us bothered by it.”

You gave him a pointed look. “Their animals.”

“I’m an animal.”

“Izuku!”

He chuckled but moved to get up. “Okay, alright.” He got up from the bed and moved to close the door. He motioned to the now closed door as you sat up. “There no innocent bunny can hop in on us having sex. Are you satisfied, my love?”

“Very much.”

He laughed as he moved to sweep you up off the bed effortlessly, pulling you up to wrap your legs around you as he turned around and sat down on the bed with you on top of him. He smiled up at you, half hypnotised with you and half deep in lust at the thought of you. You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him once more.

He groaned in pleasure as you moved closer to him, your hips moving on impulse. His large hands moved to your hips as he held you in place to grind down against his hardening cock. He loved the feel of you, one hand moving up and down your body, his hands having already memorised every part of you and yet wanting more. He wanted to know more of you for a thousand times over. Till his last breath, he wanted you even if he had had you a thousand times before.

You let out a soft whine as you felt his hard cock through his shorts rub against your clothed clit. You tightened your grasp around him as you chased that feeling again. He chuckled as he moved his lips away from your neck to look up at you, as he kissed your chin. “I want you like this.” He let out lowly.

“You want me to ride you?” You asked breathy and soft.

“All the time.” He smirked as he looked up at you. You chuckled but then a gasp and a moan tumbled out of your lips as you felt his fingers rub against your clit. You didn’t know how he got his fingers in the places that they did when his hand was so big, but you wouldn’t question it. You sunk in deeper, closer to his hand, your hips twitching as his thumb rubbed your clit and his fingers sunk deep inside your slicked up heat. You let out a giggle mixed with a moan.

Izuku couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you in pleasure because of his actions. He loved watching you feel good. He loved watching you feel good because of him. However, being a hero, Izuku noticed everything, and he always noticed when your hand moved down his shorts to free his cock. Your smaller hand wrapped around his shaft, loving the warm feeling of it. You loved watching him twitch and ache for you. You loved watching the way you dragged your hands up the underside of it making his thighs twitch for a second as you rested your hand around the head of his cock. You rubbed your thumb around his slit, spreading the pre that spilled from his head.

Izuku watched as you raised your hand to your mouth. You licked your hand, putting your fingers deep in your mouth, lathering them in saliva before moving your hand back down and moving to stroke his cock. At the sight of you, Izuku let out a groan as he paused temporarily from fingering you. “Honey,” He let out lowly. “I love it when you touch me, but I’m super pent up right now and it won’t take me long if you keep doing that.” He warned as you continued to move your hand up and down his cock, feeling him so firmly in your hands. You giggled, earning a raised eyebrow from him. Unexpectedly, a harsh thrust to that spongey spot inside you made you squeal unexpectedly, making him smirk. “Very funny, hm?”

You chuckled. “You’re so petty, Izuku.” You told him.

“Darling, I thought we already discussed how petty I am.” He effortlessly moved to lift you up with a single hand, a show of strength that made you clench around his fingers making him smirk. You carefully moved to align his cock with your entrance. He slowly lowered you down on his cock making you both hold in a breath.

You moaned at the stretch of his cock. You had loved that over the years you had managed to suit him just perfectly, almost as if you both belonged together like jigsaw pieces. Izuku loved that too. He loved that you were made for him and he was made for you. You were made to fit together like this. It made shiver run up his spine and a moan tumble out of his lips as you were finally seated on top of him. He licked at his fingers eagerly making you giggle.

You interrupted his quick taste test with a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you stuck against him so that you could taste yourself on him. You moved to lift your hips before going back down on his cock. The action brought a groan out of the both of you as you steadily began to ride him, slow but consistent. You used your thighs to move yourself up and down, holding onto his shoulders as you did so.

You flipped your head back, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of him and you slotted together. Izuku watched with a half lidded gaze of lust with a smirk on his lips. You looked amazing like this, on top of him with his cock inside you. He gripped your ass tightly, holding onto you as he moved to shift your nightgown higher up so that he could easily watch your hips move as you moved up and down his cock. He loved watching you on top of him almost as much as he watched you underneath him. Nothing else mattered other than you and the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure, eyes closed as you held onto him for dear life, increasing your pace as you chased that knotted feeling inside you that ached for release.

He chuckled as he watched you rather recklessly bounce on his cock, your breaths increasing as you tried your best to chase that orgasm you were building up. You whined as you opened your eyes and glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

He shrugged. “Need my help, love?” He asked as he chose to lean back and watch you rather than assist without you begging for it.

You hesitated. You wanted to say no and keep face, bring yourself to your own orgasm while riding him, like you often did when you wished for him whenever he was away on a mission or at work, however you really didn’t have the self control to do that. Your expression changed and Izuku immediately caught onto it. It was one of need. Inherit need and aching, a whine tumbling out of your lips.

“Izu… Izuku please help.” You begged as you moved your hands over to grab at your chest as you looked over at him. “Please. Please, my hero.”

At the nickname you saw his green eyes darken in a way that had your sex tightening around him. Without saying anything he moved to grab onto your hips and slam into you making you jolt at the pain and pleasure. A cry escaped your lips as he started to move your hips up and down, easily falling into the same rhythm you had when you were riding him without his help. He moved to fall back onto the bed, shifting over so that you were a bit more forward, your hands moving down onto his bare chest to balance your weight.

Without warning he thrusted into you making you shoot up. “Oh FUCK! Yes baby! Yes! Just like that~” You moaned as you moved to jump and match his thrust in a perfect balance of him and you. “Fuck, Izuku, you’re so sexy. My big loving husband, always protecting me and standing up for me. You’re so amazing like that Izu.” A low growl left the back of your husband’s throat as he furrowed his eyebrows, focused on fucking you. You knew how much praise got to him, how much you just acknowledging him had him in a chokehold. “Give me your cum, Izu. Put a baby in me.” You pleaded as an orgasm took you by surprise as you moaned, your thighs trembling in pleasure as you sat on top of him, your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Izuku let out a low groan at the feeling of your sex gripping his sex so tightly. “Good girl. Riding my cock like a champion, huh? You think I forgot how needy you are, keeping me late this morning just so that you could fuck me this morning. My wife’s such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?” You nodded your head with a hum, your mind too numb off of the pleasure of him inside you to care much about what he said. He smirked. “Yah, you are. All you want is my cum dripping out of you, showing who you belong to. Showing- fuck.” He gritted his teeth at how close he was. A moan tumbled out of his lips at how your ass clapped against his thighs and the way your sex massaged his cock as you rode him like no tomorrow. “Showing who will give you a baby. You want that? Can I fill you up, darling?”

You nodded your head with a teary eyed plea. “Please.”

A low grunt escaped his throat as his thrusts grow harder and more sporadic, his grip on you borderline painful cause at this point he just was using you as a fleshlight and you couldn’t care less. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt him pound into you until finally, he slammed inside you, making you squeeze around him as he came inside you. A gentle soft moan came out of your mouth as you felt his cum fill you.

Izuku groaned as he held you on top of him, however you rolling your hips as he went through his own orgasm didn’t help either. You giggled as you savoured the wonderful feeling of him inside you. Your hands moved down your body, gripping your breasts over your nightgown with a bite to your bottom lip. “You love this pussy, don’t you?” You asked softly, rolling your hips.

Izuku put an arm over his face as a blush went to his cheek, a groan leaving his throat as he tightened his grip on your hip with one hand almost painful. “Fuck~” You felt him twitch inside you making you giggle. “Don’t say stuff like that, darling.” He breathed out, moving his arm off his face, revealing a blushing freckled face. He relaxed back into the bed sheets, with you still on top of him.

You bent down low closer to him and placed a kiss to his lips and he immediately reciprocated back. “Feeling better?”

He chuckled. “Much. But… why do I have a feeling that you aren’t gonna let me sleep tonight?”

“What makes you say that?” You smirked.

He looked up at you for a moment, pure love in his eyes, adoring and endless and only for you. He leaned up closer to you. “The bunnies aren’t the only ones who lack self-control.”

[thecuriousquest]

V3 + Erasermic , not sure if you do duos for these but I apologise if not.

You Don’t Need to be a Hero

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, blood, Reader injured, guns, building on fire, controlling behavior, lots of guilt, Aizawa and Yamada are boyfriends

Request: “If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen.”

***Note: Reader’s quirk is called water bomb. You can shoot spheres of water from your hand, but the more you do so, the less energy you have and the more dehydrated you become. Water bombs can range in size from the size of your palm to the size of your head.

I DO DUOS pfff that’s what she said! YOU GOOD DUO ANON! 🖤🤘 Thanks for the request as well!

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

Master List

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They have loved you since you set foot on the school grounds. It was a platonic type of love, merely them being the guiding light for a bright pupil such as yourself. You had this passion, this hunger, this need to save the world. You wanted to only help people. Such an admirable desire. They couldn’t help talking about the goodness of your heart every chance Shouta and Hizashi had.

However, things changed once you turned eighteen. When you graduated, well, they no longer had any control over you. They miss holding you behind in class to talk with you a little longer. They miss the private lectures, the one-on-one training.

They would go home together every night, a quiet and somber mood filling the air as Aizawa pets his cat and Mic taps his pen, trying to come up with ideas for his podcast. He couldn’t think of anything as his mind simply went straight to thoughts of you.

“I miss her,” Hizashi admits to his dark haired boyfriend one evening during dinner. “I really miss her, ya feel me?”

“I know, but she’s a hero now. As much as I hate it, we have to let her walk her own path.”

Hizashi crosses his arms. “What if she gets hurt?”

That causes Aizawa to pause his chopstick to mouth movements. He puts the utensil down, thinking about multiple things that could happen to you. So many things could go wrong while facing villains. No, he hates it just as much as Hizashi, if not more.

“I’m not talking about this,” is all he says as he finishes up his supper.

The duo flits around in silence for the rest of the evening. They’re even quiet before bed, refusing to speak to one another until Aizawa hears the soft spoken words coming from his partner.

“I just want her to be okay.”

It pulls at Aizawa’s heart to hear something like that coming from someone he loves. All Aizawa can do is wrap an arm around the voice hero and pull him in close as they fall asleep.

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It is merely a coincidence, a stroke of luck, that the pair happens to be out patrolling at the same time as you, something that has never happened before.

You usually work day shifts. However, you somehow got switched to the graveyard slot as one of the sidekicks got really sick at the agency you’re working at.

“Aizawa Sensei? Mic Sensei? Oh my gosh!”

They turn around, only to be enveloped in your arms. You hug them so tightly that it actually causes their breaths to hitch from the squeeze.

“I missed you two so much!”

Hizashi can only stare at you with lips slightly parted. Aizawa pulls himself together much quicker than that.

“Look at you. You’ve grown up quite a bit since we last saw you.”

And grown you have. The way you look in your tight hero costume…it doesn’t leave much room for imagination to say the least.

“Oh, it’s only been a year. I haven’t grown that much, Sensei!” you can’t help but laugh, fully oblivious to his meaning.

Hizashi finally manages to pull himself together. “Hey, what do you say we patrol together?”

Your shock at his question turns into one of a happy surprise. You nod your head in agreement, going off with the duo in excitement. You’ve never teamed up with either one before, so the chance at pairing up with both of them is just icing on the cake to you.

Hizashi and Shouta (mostly Hizashi) asks you questions about how your life has been since graduation, what it is like at the agency you’re working under, and so on and so forth.

As you’re about to answer another one of Hizashi’s questions, Shouta puts a hand up, signaling for both of you to shut up. He appears to have picked up on something. You want to ask him what it is, but you know that if you even utter one syllable, it could cause bad things to happen.

A gun shot fires, a man screams, a dull thud echos across the street, and a building burns with flames.

Shouta and Hizashi immediately jump into action.

“Hizashi, watch out for Y/N!” He yells the order as he swings from a telephone pole with his scarf.

You huff in irritation at what the raven haired teacher just said as if you can’t take care of yourself. Your quirk, water bomb, is strong enough to be able to keep up with the heroes.

But you simply cannot afford to not listen. Listening is the key to teamwork. So you run behind Hizashi as he spurs forward towards the blazing building.

You don’t know what caused the fire, but you shoot spheres of water from your hands, holding them out towards the building. You make the bombs as big as you can, but you can only do so much to try to cool down the heat.

Sweat beads line your brow as you focus all of your attention on the building. You notice how your energy is beginning to rapidly decline with all of the water you’re shooting. Shouta is off somewhere in the distance fighting while Hizashi is fighting nearby, keeping one eye on the villain and the other on you.

Everything is okay. You have things under control here.

That is until a bullet hits your lower back, narrowly missing your spine, yet still causing enough damage to the point where you fall over. There’s too much body in the way for it to be a through and through. It’s stuck, lodged somewhere midway between your back and front. You press a palm to the wound, trying to prevent the bleeding as you lay on the sidewalk, propping yourself up with your elbow.

So much blood is pouring out of your lower back like a scarlet river. Your hero costume is completely ruined as you lay in a puddle of crimson. You’re chest is heaving as you watch Hizashi run towards you. A dark haze coats your eyes, and your lids feel heavy. Every time you blink feels like a new weight has been added to your head. You struggle to stay awake, to keep yourself up right.

Yamada wraps you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! No, you stay with me, little girl. You stay with me. Hey!” He slaps you to keep you awake. “Keep those eyes open. Don’t you dare drift off on me. Come on, come on!”

He pulls his phone out, calling an ambulance to get to your location stat.

The conversation goes in one ear and out the other with the woozy state you’re in. You’re too out of it to be able to tell what’s going on with the amount of blood you’ve lost.

Before the ambulance shows up, you pass out. You’re out for a while actually, a full two days to be exact. You wake up in a hospital, feeling drowsy. Looking at the multiple IVs, you guess you’re feeling kind of out of it because of pain medication.

Hizashi pulls on your wrist lightly, grabbing your attention. You look up at your old teacher with a light smile.

“Sensei…” Your throat feels dry like sandpaper, and your mouth feels as though you’ve been sucking on cotton.

Your bout of coughing causes Aizawa to gently bring a straw to your lips. You begin to sip whatever is offered to you, instantly gulping it down once you realize it’s water.

“Alright, that’s enough. Drink too fast and you’ll make yourself sick.” He takes the cup away from you, setting it down on the bedside table.

“We’re so glad you’re awake. You’ve been out for two days, kiddo. How’re ya feelin’?” Hizashi asks with genuine concern.

“I’ve been out for two days? Damn. Wait, what happened to the building? It was still on fire when I got shot.” You can’t bring yourself to yell your questions. You just don’t have the energy right now.

Aizawa sighs. “There were no civilians in the building. It ended up being saved by three other heroes. Don’t worry too much about it. We got the villains locked up. Everything’s fine.”

Hizashi moves his hand to the area right above your knee. “Kid, this happened to you because I wasn’t watching out for you like I should have. I thought I could fight and keep an eye on you at the same time, but you ended up getting hurt because of me. Sweetheart, I am so sorry that happened to you, but it will never, and I mean never, happen again. Okay? I promise.”

You’re not even sure how to respond. “Mic Sensei, it wasn’t your fault. It’s not like you shot me. I mean, this stuff comes with being a hero. I was focused on putting out the fire, you and Aizawa Sensei were busy fighting the villains. Don’t blame yourself, please? We were all doing our jobs. It just so happened that someone snuck up on me while I was distracted with fire control.”

Shouta shakes his head and grumbles slightly. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault, but we’re going to make damn sure that something like this never happens again. You’re lucky the ambulance got to you in time.”

Something about his words confuses you. “What do you mean? Are we going to patrol together more often now?”

“No, that’s not what we mean.” Shouta takes a deep breath before explaining, “Hizashi and I talked things over, and we’ve decided that you aren’t going to be a hero anymore.”

Bewildered doesn’t even begin to describe your current state. Eyes as wide as saucers regard your old teachers.

“You decided? You decided?!” You aren’t sure where this surge of energy has come from in your drugged up state, but you express it nonetheless. “You can’t just decide things for me, especially not something concerning my profession. I’m no longer a U.A student. I’m no longer under your care nor am I your responsibility!”

“Kiddo, I suggest you lower your tone. We’re still in a hospital, and we won’t allow you to disrespect us like this,” Mic Sensei warns you.

“What the hell is happening?! I want to go. I want to go home right now!” You struggle to sit up on the hospital bed.

Aizawa puts a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stay still. “Listen to me, Y/N, this is for your own good. We’re not going to see you hurt like that ever again. This is us making sure of that. You’re going to stay with us, and that’s the end of it.”

A stray tear, infused with rage and bitterness at the situation, finds its way trickling down your cheek.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you whisper with resentment.

“Because we love you, and we want what’s best for you,” Hizashi squeezes your knee gently.

Aizawa moves his hand to the top of your head, petting your hair softly. “If we don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen.”

[jolieblack]

Jolie’s thoughts on Silver Blaze (Sherlock & Co. podcast) Parts 1 & 2

… because I can already tell that this will get too long if I wait for parts 3 & 4 to drop…

I know Joel has said in several places that this case is his favourite ACD story, so expectations are high… and not being disappointed so far!

I already loved this one at 3 minutes in, with the opening montage of part 1 being totally over the top, mega blockbuster crime of the century style, and then the next thing we get is Sherlock practising the clippity-clop thing and looking for a new home for 327 ants.

Sherlock being a train geek (of course he is) and going on about the ghost trains just after John went on about the creepy Dartmoor legends got me, too. In my book, Silver Blaze has never had a gothic horror vibe to it, but it may well have now! Let’s see how that aspect will develop.

Other details I loved:

John‘s mum: "He‘s a very sensitive boy and you need to respect that." - "He’s not a boy, he’s a man… who plays with ants."

John and Mariana pushing Sherlock into the case by threatening him with a party, and John being a gleefully cackling little bugger about it when it works.

"Just trying to understand how your brain works." - "Yeah, you and me both, mate."

Sherlock giving us a whole paragraph straight out of ACD (the "plethora" bit) - I love how well it always works in contrast with how everyone else in this universe talks.

The dodgy SD card, which - I hereby predict - will turn out to be more than a comedy element as the case progresses.

Sherlock deducing the entry code for the cottage, we love to see that kind of stuff, don’t we.

"We’ve got a horse to find. Giddy up."- Love it when Sherlock speaks ordinary colloquial modern English like a foreign language.

"You are a child, a giant crime-solving child!" - Sherlock Holmes in a nutshell.

"I’ve done the washing up - he said, pausing for a thank you - " - "Thank you."

Oh and scrolling on our phone to the point of existential crisis till we pass out is so how we all fall asleep these days, isn’t it. Jonk Watson, the true Everyman for the 21st century.

And then we get feeeeels, too!

Starting with "Talk to me, John." - 🥹🥹🥹 The incredible intimacy of that little moment. Also, another 'John', seemingly out of nowhere - is this Sherlock being incredibly finely attuned to the moments where John's war trauma may re-emerge, such as in this scene where they’re viewing a very badly injured body, ready to step in with whatever emotional support may be needed? If so, our boy has come a long way already since the first sweet but clumsy "Would you like to hold hands and talk about your emotions?" when they were viewing the body in Thor Bridge and I’M HERE FOR IT.

And what was that shower scene??? Things getting very much *less weird* for Sherlock while he stares at his dear companion in the shower (who presumably doesn’t shower fully or even half dressed) and imagines what life would be without him? If this show was heading in an unequivocal Johnlock direction, I‘d say this was an awakening. As it is, I don’t believe for a second that Sherlock was high. He just wanted reassurance that John would stay in the picture forever, whatever exactly you like to imagine the picture to be. 😭

More lovely details:

"Cinderella will go to the ball" - "You stop being so bloody clever, and I will stop with the compliments." And literally two minutes later it’s "I'm not asking you to be comfortable, I’m asking you to help me solve the case!" and John being Sherlock’s literal beast of burden so Sherlock can look over a wall that even little John Watson climbs without any assistance only a minute later.

Sherlock Holmes telling John Watson to get on his knees as if this isn’t the moment the Sherlock Holmes fandom has been waiting for for over 140 years.

Sherlock being gentle and friendly with the horse!

And to wrap up, a few thoughts on the case aspect:

[Warning: Contains spoilers for the original ACD story and may therefore contain spoilers for this version, too!]

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The limping sheep in part 1 had me going 👀 already, and now the cataract knife has made its appearance, I really don’t expect a lot of surprises when we get to the denouement, and I'm assuming that the fact that there is an imprint of the letter S from the walking stick on the head of the murder victim just means that there was a violent confrontation quite some time before June actually died. Why else would Sherlock agree with Inspector Gregory that the imprint is there, but also with John that those extensive and massive injuries could not have been caused by a single blow with a stick? Nope, not sensing any dramatic plot twists compared to the original version this time. Let’s see if I was right!

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Heidi sighed, nervous. Nichole had asked her to meet up and she had no clue about what. Well, she had an inkling but she hoped it wasn't about the podcast episode that went up yesterday.

She was surprised to hear of Cartman hosting ANOTHER podcast episode today. Normally they only did one episode a week, sometimes two if it was a particular exciting week but even so that had at least a few days in between.

"Heidi."

Heidi looks up and sees Nichole, "Oh! Nichole hey!"

"Cut that shit out, did you know?" Nichole asks and crosses her arms.

A look of shock runs over Heidi's face briefly, "Wh? What are you talking about?" Heidi stutters.

"Y/n. And Kenny? Hello? The podcast last night? Did. You. Fucking. Know?" Nichole grits out.

"No! NO! Oh my god I swear I had NO clue whatsoever!" Heidi exclaims, "I wouldn't EVER have participated in that podcast if I knew what Cartman was planning, I swear!"

Nichole stares down at Heidi with a hard stare, "Heidi. Be straight with me here."

"I am! I am! Nichole oh my god please believe me." Heidi pleads.

Nichole clicks her tongue, "You do the logistics behind that podcast Heidi. Sorry I'm a bit apprehensive to believe you, there's no way Cartman orchestrated that entire episode ON his own."

"Okay.. okay look, I don't know how Cartman had this whole thing planned, I didn't even expect Red to show up at the stupid podcast either and share her piece. If I had known ANYTHING I would've shut that down so quickly, Nicky you have to believe me." Heidi speaks quickly, voice softening a bit at the end, cracking.

Nichole sighs and sits besides Heidi, "Then how did Cartman of all people, get this information.. and HOW did he do this."

Heidi racks her brain, "There..there was a mystery caller, uhhh.. a while ago, said they had some world shattering news or something stupid like that to Cartman. Asked if... if uhh.. if friends or fame was more important? As like, like a test of sorts," Heidi plays with her hands unsure of how to continue, "Do.. do you think whoever that was.. may have had the information?"

"Well.. we could assume that caller was Red?"

Heidi ponders that for a second, "The caller sounded male.. I mean there was a voice changer on it but it didn't sound like Red on a voice changer.."

"So there's someone else out there that KNEW Red and Kenny had a thing going on..but why tell Cartman? Why not gather the evidence and go straight to Y/n?" Nichole wondered aloud.

Heidi shrugs, "I wish I knew.. listen if I knew that Cartman had that information I would've started unplugging everything. I literally walked into the studio and Cartman was already hosting the episode and there sat Red.. and before I knew it, Cartman and Red were already talking about Kenny."

"I saw the podcast episode, I thought it was somewhat scripted that you were coming in shocked, listen I'm sorry.. Y/n is in a state of despair and I just.. I know coming to you accusatory wasn't right of me but.." Nichole sighs, "I want to figure out who is trying to hurt Y/n and for a second there I thought maybe you were the one or at least knew more information.. I'm sorry for the doubt Heidi."

"It's okay Nichole! I'd be the same way, I've been trying to figure out who the caller was but Cartman won't let up with the information."

Heidi pauses, "Oh my god! He's going live right now!"

"He's.. what." Nichole slowly raises her head to look at Heidi.

"Yes! He's got an episode planned right now! A live one? I think. I told him I was busy today and couldn't attend and he just waved me off and let me go."

"Can you guys BELIEVE, Reify? Canceling the rest of their state tours! Have you guys even gotten your money back?" Cartman asks the group in his chat.

Cartman loves this section of his live podcasts, the part of it where he turns to fans to ask them questions. People asking him HIS thoughts on matters and in turn him asking questions (and only choosing answers that fulfill his hateful agenda) has always validated his need for fame, for status.

"Oh thank you mm_panles for your answer; you say you HAVEN'T gotten your money back?" Cartman hums, "Well that's a shame! Seems like Reify are a bunch of greedy money hungry bastards huh? Well.. I'm certain we can see why."

Cartman continues reading the chat of the current, ignoring any comments that allude to how Reify has returned the money for those who are returning tickets.

"Yo, chat look at the user connor_conned, look at what he said haha, fuckin loser." Cartman snickers, munching on a small bag of popcorn as he continues reading.

"Right well," Cartman clears his throat, "Reify certainly has let down a lot of people. Speaking of letting down people, let's all give a shoutout to Kenny McCormick for possibly being the BIGGEST let down of the centuryyyyyy, bro does not know how to keep a woman."

Cartman munches on popcorn before continuing, "Speaking of, you gotta hand it to him, he managed to get not only Y/n L/n, a BASSIST for a band, albeit it being Reify, but also Red McArthur, a MODEL, everyone give him a round of applause real quick."

Cartman stifled a laugh as the chat split in two; people actually giving applause emojis and people going "bro that wasn't funny".

Rolling his eyes at those who claimed he wasn't being funny he sighed, "If you guys are gonna be lame this time you're free to leave. No one wants you hear anyway, chat boo the ones being lame as hell right now."

Cartman's phone started ringing, "Oh jesus christ, sorry everyone call ale.." Cartman trails off, before chuckling, "You guys are never going to believe who this is.." and the chat goes insane trying to guess who the caller is.

Cartman pauses for dramatic affect before continuing, "Stanley fucking Marsh."

Stan and Clyde couldn't help but sit in silence trying to figure out the mess that is going on. The friend group was in rough shambles, with many people blocking Kenny, Stan not being one of them, not that anyone but Kenny probably knew that.

"Dude.. has Y/n said anything to you? Anything at all?" Clyde asks.

Stan shakes his head, "No bro, nothing. Kyle and Nichole both said their attempts haven't worked. I just.." Stan sighs.

Stan is in a state of complete chaos. He has no clue how you're feeling right now, you've gone through so much in the past few weeks.. too much for one person to handle. Stan had no clue how he'd react if all of this happened to him like how it has for you.

Stan thinks back to the stalker, in all honesty it'd been on his mind ever since it happened and he's been slowly trying to figure out who the stalker could be in his mind... and with the bulletin board in his room.

He knows for sure it couldn't be Kyle, Clyde, Nichole, Bebe, or Wendy. He knows for sure it's not Kenny anymore nor would it be Red considering recent events. He knows Craig and Tweek are out of the picture for that, considering they had no reason too stalk you NOR would they ever, plus their alibi was tight.

Everyone else was up for debate..but Stan was so tired of the mess, of the drama that he hasn't given the stalker much of a thought.

"..ude? Yo! Stanley Marshhhhh." Clyde drawls on.

Stan perks up, "Hu..? Oh Clyde sorry man what's up?" He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Nice dream huh?" Clyde jokes, "Listen to this shit, Cartman's going live."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me.. let me see that." Stan reaches over to grab Clyde's phone and checks the tweet, "Oh my god. That little bitch weasel."

Clyde takes his phone back and opens the link for the podcast and starts watching it. Stan moves himself closer to Clyde and they listen in on Cartman's ramblings as he talks about the disappoint that Reify is for their actions of canceling the rest of the tours.

Clyde scoffs, "Classic Cartman... bank on everyone's misfortune. Like always."

Stan feels anger bubbling underneath his skin. How dare he. How fucking dare he. This was all Cartman's fault.. well Kenny's for cheating in the first place but Cartman's out here airing everyone's dirty laundry like he doesn't have a mountain of horrendous shit underneath him.

How dare he drag Reify through the mud? Stan's pride and joy? This band is his family and Cartman just comes through knocking down everything Stan has done to help build Reify? Everything Kyle has done? Clyde? Nichole? Y/n?

Y/n...

Stan feels his anger dissipate, he can hear Clyde continuing to rant about how awful Cartman is but his mind is on you again. What if you saw this? How would you feel? None of this was your fault but he was sure you had heavy guilt that you're the reason for this.

He texts you quickly, another "Please tell me if you're doing okay, I'm here for you Y/n, I need to know you're doing okay." and sighs. There was no way you'd respond and he knew that. He just was hoping.

Unfortunately he lacked a key to go over to your house and a part of him assumed that if he went over there, there's no guarantee you'd let him in even. He knows the feeling too well of self wallowing pity, of being self deprecating, of depression.

He sighs and looks back up at Clyde, who is still on a rant about Cartman, Kenny now included and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not blocking Kenny like everyone else.. but he can't bring himself to end years of a friendship.. not quite yet.

"Let's call Cartman." Stan pipes up.

Clyde looks at him confused, "The fuck? Why would we waste our energy on that bozo?"

Stan shrugs, "Cuz, I need to tell him how much of a bitch he is."

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ps: here's chapter two of pulchra tragoedia <3 and no, i have no clear updating schedule :'>

A burst of magic surrounds both Lucifer and (name), enveloping them up and teleporting elsewhere. Back to Lucifer’s castle. The young woman’s eyes, now demon––or whatever she was––trailed around the vicinity, hungrily taking in every detail of the castle and jotting them down in her memory. 

The castle was dark, and had endless dimly lit hallways. It wasn’t musty by any means, and rather, surprisingly clean, but the cleanliness of the hallways did nothing for the somewhat gloomy aura that weighed in the air. It gnawed on the mind’s of visitors. Present, but never truly there. An itch in the back of one’s mind was the way most would name it. 

Lining down the hallways were portraits of Lucifer and his family, all having wide smiles on their faces. Smiling faces. Of Lucifer, of Lilith and of a young Charlie. They were portals of nostalgia, opening a memory long since forgotten––by time, or by choice, one will never know. 

It was obvious to (name) that Lucifer chose to ignore these portraits. He keeps his eyes straight on without stealing a glance at any of them, except, say for a couple of portraits of him and Charlie. He couldn’t bring himself to even look at a portrait of Lilith. (name) pursed her lips slightly, knowing that his attention wasn't locked on her. He wouldn’t notice the abundance of empathy swelled in her chest as she looked at him. A man, more broken than he’d ever been and desperately trying to hide it. To cope and coexist against the losing battle of sadness. 

To a mere bystander, Lucifer would have looked mildly troubled, but to the discerning eye, he was no better than a well-dressed husk of himself. It almost made (name) feel bad that she was putting up a front to fool him into helping her. Almost. 

(name) decided to break the silence, chasing away the negativity that was encroaching on the air, “sorry, but what’s your name? I didn’t quite catch it.” 

“Oh, that! Yes, that!” Lucifer loudly exclaims with a slight nervous trickle. “Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” 

“So.. the fallen one?” (name) questioned, hoping for more from him. It was all information that she herself already knew, but there was no harm in getting Lucifer to open up more. To feel safer and more comfortable. 

“The one and only head of Hell.” He continues, he pauses and looks (name) in the eye, purposefully activating his powers to give a little scare with his glowing red eyes. “Are you scared yet?” 

(name) held his gaze with slight hesitation, then answered him with an honest question. “Should I be? I’m not significant enough to warrant that sort of treatment from you.” 

“You don’t seem to realize the scent of god on you. You have divinity.” He pauses and looks at (name). “Wait, you don’t know?” 

I have the scent of god on me? Does that have to do with the reason why I’m here? Just as that crazy ass stalker jumped on me and stabbed me, I immediately blacked out. Right before I wished for… Wait, what did I wish for? I can’t remember- No, no, I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. I can do that later. 

“N- No?” She was visibly confused. “I have the scent of god on me? What does that mean? I don’t feel any different from when I… died.” 

“Then, how did you die?” Lucifer questions. His face then quickly forms into one of panic. “Oh, that was very insensitive of me! My bad. I really didn’t mean to. I just wanted to know if there was a correlation between you know, the divinity and your a um.. passing–” 

“-No, it’s fine.” (name) reassures him. “I was stabbed to death.” 

“Stabbed?” His eyes widened, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Why..?” 

“I was a Broadway talent. I sang musicals and I guess.. Some people just got really crazy over me.” (name) was careful not to put any emphasis on acting or faking her emotions for a stage. A Broadway talent, a singer, a dancer, radio or podcast personalities––they were nothing more than professionally paid liars. Liars that sold stories. The entertainment industry was nothing but falsified humanity.

“Jeez, that’s a terrible way to go. And how old were you?” Lucifer couldn’t help but ask again, fully losing the battle to his curiosity. 

“I was 28 when that happened.” (name) smoothly answered. 

Lucifer put his hand behind his neck and focussed his gaze downward. It takes him a while before he musters up his next question, “did you leave anyone behind?” 

“No, I didn’t. I don’t have a family or any close friends. That’s the… only thing I’m glad about since I, at least, didn't make anyone too sad.” 

“I thought humans already had families by then. Don’t you all get married at 13 or something..?” He wasn’t sure how to respond to my previous statement, so he attempts to make a change of topic.  

“Huh? No! Well, not as commonly as back then.” (name) holds her hands up and shakes her head. “That happened way back when.. Like a couple of centuries ago.” 

“Really? I haven’t been keeping up with much. Not with hell, not with humans or..” He mumbles the last bit to himself, “anything, really... Times have changed, haven't they?”

“It’s not like you have to.” She shrugs. 

Lucifer nods his head, and finally picks up the pace. He walks further down the hallway and points to a tall, elegant wooden door to his left with his cute apple staff. “This will be your room. Mine is right down the hallway if you need anything… wait.” 

His eyes widen and he places his hands on the sides of his hat, pulling it down to hide the shame crawling up on his cheeks, “I didn’t even ask for your name! Oh no..! I’m so sorry, I’m not accustomed to uh-” 

“-It’s alright, I understand. My name’s (name) (surname). Just call me (name). What should I call you? Your majesty?” The young woman notices herself smiling at his panicked display, finding it extremely cute and endearing. 

Lucifer lets go of his hat and he looks at me with bright, big owl-like eyes. He had a reassuring grin crawl up his reddened cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “No, Lucifer’s fine!”  

“Alright then, Lucifer it is.” 

(name) keeps her smile and pushes the door to her guest bedroom open. It was a nice cozy room, shaped like a square. The wall right opposite of where (name) stood was of a large window, overlooking the buzzing lights of Pentagram City. And, on the left side of the room was a bed. It was a cozy king-sized bed draped in white sheets layered with a (f/c) comforter and a thick (f/c) blanket. A nice bolster was placed in the center of the bed, with two pillows sandwiching its sides. It looked like a very cozy bed covered, especially with its silken drapes. 

(name) finally takes a step into the room, amazed at such classy luxury. She shifts her attention onto the wall beside the bed, empty and undecorated. It was a space (name) could decorate however she wished, if she ever found herself coming into possession of anything. 

“Oh my goodness… thank you Lucifer!” (name) turns around and beams brightly at the King of Hell, who returns a soft expression as he holds his staff close to his chest. Lucifer internally gives himself a pat on the back for doing at least one thing right. 

“It’s no problem, really,” he says with such a genuine tone it makes the broadway talent’s heart turn all mushy gushy. 

“And I can decorate this place, right?” 

“Of course.” He nods. He looks back down the hallway where we had come from. “Since now you know where your room is, would you like a tour of the palace?” 

“Oh, sure.” (name) steps out of her room, closes the door and she reigns in her own excitement. As a fan of the series, she’d always wondered what the castle Lucifer and Charlie lived in looked like. 

The castle was absurdly massive. Without Lucifer’s teleportation magic, (name) was sure the tour would’ve taken an entire day, or longer. From the gardens, the terrarium, the quaint little aquarium room, observatory, the library and the drawing rooms, it was all so wonderful and grand. Though, one thing she noticed throughout the tour was an absence of servants. Not one imp was spotted in sight. 

“Lucifer, since you’re the King of Hell, wouldn’t you have.. Servants? I don’t mind you giving me a personal tour, and rather, really appreciate it.. But couldn’t you have anyone else to bring me around?” 

Lucifer looks at me with an unnamable expression. It looked slightly troubled, “My… ah- uh, ex wife..? She took them all… wherever she went.” 

(name) was quick to figure that she shouldn’t dig in too deep into this and switches the topic, “so you manage this place all by yourself? That’s amazing!” 

“I try.” He graces me with a graceful expression as he fiddles with the apple on his staff. “Ah, we’re here. This is my room if you need anything. See? It’s not too far from yours if you need anything. Just let me know, alright?” 

“Then, if that’s all for the night, should I go back to my own room?” The (h/c)-haired woman questions. 

“Feel free! You can stay here for as long as you want (name)...” Lucifer’s words trailed off. His once excitable expression turns downcast. “It gets a little lonely here.” 

Internally, (name) had vicious delight crawling into her conscience. Lucifer truly was such an easy person to make use of. So easy to fool and manipulate. Easy to- She stops herself from thinking more like that. And rather, stills her mind as a prickled thorn of regret and guilt pierces her heart. Don’t find it funny. Don’t hurt him too much. You’re doing this to survive. Not for fun. 

She pauses and thinks. Then, she finds the perfect words to say. Simple and concise, but with much meaning: “I’ll stay.” 

“Thanks.” Lucifer’s expression softened up so much more (name) really felt the need to pounce on him and squish his cheeks. 

He reaches for his doorknob, and the moment he opens it, a rush of rubber duckies fall out of his room and onto him, burying him under a pile of yellow. At the King of Hell’s misfortune, (name) burst out in laughter. Lucifer lets out a groan of annoyance.

She quickly wipes her tear away and offers a hand, “need help?” 

Lucifer grabs her hand and (name) hoists him up, “Thanks.” 

His cheeks were completely flushed in a burning, crimson red. He was utterly embarrassed, “I- I swear I’m not a hoarder. These ducks are um-” 

“-You don’t have to be so nervous around me, really, I don’t judge. If you like ducks, then you like ‘em. There isn’t much to it.” She assures him by patting his shoulder. “But make sure they just don’t end up as um.. A hazard.” 

“Yeah, got it.” He snaps his fingers and the ducks disappear. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Since it’s late.” 

“Yeah, tomorrow.” (name) waved him goodbye and walked back to her bedroom. 

When (name) walks into her room, she closes the door, locks it and leans her back against it. She slumps onto the floor and buries her head in her hands once more. She could feel an oncoming headache seize hold on her temples, absurdly tired from the day. While it wasn’t a bad day by any dictionary definition, it was filled with all sorts of confusion and information her brain had to understand and cram in. By habit, she runs her hands through her hair and pulls at it, the sensation arising from her actions bringing a wave of calmness to her due to its familiarity. It was one of her many coping mechanisms. 

Then, (name) jolts, feeling some form of fluffy protrusion on her head and she gasps. She rushed to the closest mirror she could find, which was in the bathroom. Her eyes widened. Out of shock, or horror, (name) didn’t know nor did she care. 

All she could stare at were the big bat ears that were perked up in shock on her head. At first, the woman lets out a nervous, disbelieving chuckle. Her hands reach to her ears, tugging at them to see if she was simply hallucinating from exhaustion. 

She wasn’t. 

(name) breathes in and out, her heart feeling as if it were going to explode from its own beating. She finds herself grinning wildly, trying to reassure herself that everything was fine––after all, wasn’t she? Wasn’t it normal to turn into a non-human demon in Hazbin Hotel after dying? Isn’t this normal? Calm down! This is NOTHING- 

Her efforts at calming herself down proved to be fruitless. So, (name) screams. 

And Lucifer, after hearing her (name)’s scream, bless his heart, came rushing right in. 

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2,224 words

status: edited

Notes:

woah, i did not expect to publish this chapter so soon! but i guess i'm really motivated rn :> a lot of the earlier chapters will really be lucy-centric, so all you alastor lovers will have to wait 

there will be helluva boss x hazbin hotel crossovers here <3

[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 2: The Avengers' Therapist-

Female Bisexual Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for language & eventually sexual themes

1K Words

Here's Chapter 1. Please read the disclaimer.

Mr. Stark didn't give you anything specific to accomplish, and he left things to be done on your own terms, which was different from some of the experiences you had in the past.

When you woke up the following morning, you dressed in workout gear in hopes of finding the gym. It was still quite early, so no one was lingering around.

The gym was empty apart from Steve, who was pounding at a punching bag. You went to the row of treadmills and started a steady walk. You plugged your headphones into your phone and turned on a podcast.

Every so often, the bag Steve was hitting would drop onto the ground loudly and startle you, but when the gym finally went quiet, you just assumed he left. You didn't expect him to join you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his brows pinched together as he stepped onto the treadmill next to yours. The added height made you have to crane your neck to look up at him. His chest was still heaving, but it didn't even look like he had broken a sweat.

"I'm walking," you said, just as confused as him. Wasn't it obvious?

He acknowledged your answer. "But why not run?"

"I don't like to run," you offered. "I like to walk. It's soothing."

He turned on the treadmill, matching the speed and incline of yours.

"I don't think I am meant to walk," he said after a few minutes.

You give a genuine laugh. "If I could run as fast as you, I don't think I would either."

He stops the treadmill, stepping down.

"Tony sprung this whole therapy thing on us, so-" he paused.

"I understand.” You offered a reassuring smile, and when he turned away, you put your earbuds back in.

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Wanda was in the kitchen when you entered. You had walked a few miles, and were eager for breakfast.

You found yogurt in the fridge, and a banana. You were going to eat in your room when Wanda spoke.

"Everyone I have ever loved has died horribly," she said, stirring her mug of tea. She had a sharp edge to her voice. "I don't see how anyone could relate to that."

"I'm not here to relate," you said as gently as possible. "I'm not here to pity you. I'm just here to listen if you need to talk."

She said nothing else, and you let her be. Two of the seven had willingly spoken to you today, and you took that as some sort of progress.

You sat down by the window in your bedroom with your notebook, noting that Steve did not enjoy walking, and Wanda liked tea.

You did a bit of paperwork in the quiet of your room before you decide to venture out and find Mr. Stark himself. You had no idea where he would be, but assumed he had a lab of some sort somewhere.

To your surprise, he was pouring himself a travel mug full of coffee in the kitchen.

He immediately caught your eye and said, "We ran out of coffee downstairs."

"I'm-" you tried to introduce yourself, but he stopped you.

"I know. The therapist."

"Yes," you said. "Maybe we should talk. I'm not really sure of the expectations you have, and-"

"Now is not really a good time. I'm kind of in the middle of something." He picked up an apple from the bowl on the counter. "Just do what you do best, and we can catch up later."

You frowned, watching him walk out of the room. That was incredibly unhelpful, and you realized Tony was going to be the most difficult to get to open up. Him and Bucky for sure.

"Wow, and here I thought I was good at getting him to talk."

You turned to find Natasha looking like she had just come straight from a mission. She flashed you a smile that could only be seen as flirtatious, and you felt the heat in your neck and cheeks once again.

"That was talking?" you asked incredulously.

"Don't take it personally," she shrugged. "If Tony is working on something, he only has the one thing on his mind."

She stepped closer to you. "So you're a shrink?"

You were incredibly intimidated by her and you nodded, struggling to find what words to say.

"Bucky was right. You do look incredibly young. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five," you answered.

"And you already have your PhD. You must be quite smart."

You couldn't tell if she was being sincere or not, and you tried not to fidget with your fingers. "Once I figured out what I enjoyed, it wasn't hard to fast track."

"You must not have much field experience."

"I mean - I had a good job before this. I was contacted by Mr. Stark, and I figured-"

"That you could build your resume." Natasha crossed her arms. "You do realize that we are actual people."

"Of course I know that," you said firmly. "I'm not looking to build some kind of street cred. I thought I could offer some real help to you all."

Her expression didn't change. "We don't need help."

"I understand." You softened your tone. "Wouldn't it be nice to talk to someone who has a different perspective?"

Natasha seemed to relax a little. Steve came through with a notepad.

"Tonight's Wanda's turn to pick dinner, and she chose take-out," he handed Natasha the notebook and she wrote down what she wanted. She passed it to you.

"Typical Chinese take-out," she said. "They probably have whatever you normally get."

"Thanks," you told Steve, handing him his book.

"I'll call the place after I ask Tony," he said, leaving the room towards what you assumed was the lab. Natasha followed behind, leaving you alone in the room.

When the food arrived, the large couches filled up fast. Clint turned on a movie.

You hung back, unsure of where to go. You considered eating in your room. You were happy with the little progress you had made with a few of them today, and you didn't want to push your luck.

You had almost disappeared into the hallway when Sam called your name.

"There's a seat next to Wanda," he said.

Wanda seemed unfazed by the invitation. The pressure of having everyone's eyes on you made you quickly sit on the couch next to her.

———————-Author’s Note—————————-

The food was really good, and so was the movie. You ended up having a really nice evening.

Here's Chapter 3.

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[bobawitch]

Nightmare Before Christmas | N.S.

a/n: late for halloween but yeah. happy halloween.

cw: just a lot of fluff

summary: nick's boyfriend finds out that the triplets haven't seen Nightmare Before Christmas and makes Nick watch.

wc: 876

“I’m sorry you mean you’ve actually never seen Nightmare Before Christmas. Not once in your 20 years of life?” Nick shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s not just me! Chris and Matt haven’t either!” You shook her head putting a hand up. You could not accept that your boyfriend had not seen this movie and yet loved other Tim Burton movies. “Well good thing they’re straight and not dating me because they’re off the hook. You on the other hand are not mister.” Nick couldn’t help but smile, he just loved when you got in these passionate fits and he wouldn’t conceal that fact. Nick shrugged, crossing his legs on the bed as he stared at you. You on the other hand were sitting criss-cross with your phone open to a paused tik tok from the triplet’s halloween podcast. Your jaw was just about on the floor as you stared blankly at your boyfriend. 

You had met Nick at a Melanie Martinez concert, you didn’t actually know anything about his famous status until you got his insta that night. Though that never really bothered you, which Nick consistently told you he appreciated. After a few months of light flirting and hanging out all the time the two of you started dating. It was a long conversation for both of you since you weren’t out to some of your family which meant you didn’t want to show up on the triplet’s social media as anything but a friend. Nick was incredibly supportive of your boundaries which made you immediately feel safer in the relationship. After about 2 months of dating you finally came out to your family in full. Though some relatives weren’t pleased that their precious son was gay they all slowly learned to accept you. Those who were really against it got blocked but Nick made sure to make you feel loved and accepted whenever you were with him. Now the two of you had been together for nearly 6 months. The fans knew something was up between the two of you but neither of you had confirmed anything. But you did start making more frequent appearances on the channel. 

But on that night you had been scrolling through tik tok and found a clip of Nick saying he had never seen Nightmare Before Christmas which shook you to your core. I mean, it’s only one of the best Halloween movies to watch with a partner. With this in mind you stopped the soft cuddling the two of you had engaged in and interrogated your unsuspecting boyfriend. You had gone on a rant about how he needed to see the movie immediately so that then the two of you could show it to Chris and Matt. You had never managed to grab his TV remote that quickly before. You sped to pull the movie up onto the screen before hopping off the bed and turning off the lights. You grabbed one of your million Let’s Trip hoodies and dragged it over your head and onto your torso before settling next to Nick. You put your arm around him and he smiled at you, leaning his head onto your shoulder. You smiled back, pressing play on the iconic movie and relaxing. Nick slowly let himself lay on your chest, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. You reciprocate the gesture by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His blue eyes looked up to you as the beginning of the movie played. You smiled down before leaning and pressing your lips to his. Nick greeted your lips with a gentle smile, kissing back in a soft and loving way. As the music faded into the first song of the movie you broke the kiss. You smiled at Nick and kissed the top of his head as you felt him shift to watch the movie.  As the movie continued you noticed Nick getting excited at any small thing. You giggled as he nodded his head to the musical numbers. Somehow though you both sat completely silent for the entirety of the film. Once the credits rolled Nick sat up, rubbing his eyes from the build up of sleepiness you get from movies. “So what did you think of it baby?” Nick smiled at your words, looking at you with those soft skyline eyes of his. “I liked it a lot. I’m kind of embarrassed it took me this long to watch it. We need to show Matt and Chris this the next time we get a chance for suuure.” 

And to your word you showed the movie to Matt and Chris, Nick sang along to the majority of it and you enjoyed watching all 3 of the brother’s reactions to one of your all time favorites. Once the movie was done Matt and Chris walked back to their respective rooms to do their respective things before you turned to Nick who was smiling at you widely. You moved over to him, enveloping him in a big hug. He moved to make eye contact with you before kissing your cheek. “Awe what was that for?” You questioned. “Just cause.” “Awe well in that case.” Then you pressed your lips to his.

[dandylovesturtles]

For the writer ask!

I’m intrigued by all of these but especially the podcast and the class of 2024 ones because they have the least amount of context clues, I would love some elaboration!

Class of 2024 is a one shot I intend to finish... sometime lol, when I have more time to get back to it. Here's a bit:

“If the damn Krang hadn’t invaded, I’d have been graduating in a few weeks.”

“Oh.” Donnie’s typing finally pauses, and he looks at her. Gives her his attention, and she loves him for it even while the practical part of her wants him to get back to whatever surely critical thing he was just working on. “I guess you would be. Assuming you graduated on time and didn’t have to repeat anything.”

She elbows him in the side, and even though she knows it doesn’t hurt him he jerks back. “I would have graduated on time, Dee.”

“I’m only covering our bases! We can’t know the counterfactual, after all.” She elbows him again.

“Donatello Hamato, you are the worst,” she tells him with all the fondness in the world.

His lips quirk up in a barely there smile. One of his battleshell arms extends and resumes typing, but he hasn’t looked back at it himself so she knows his main focus is still on her.

“Would you have gone to graduation?”

“Hm, probably. I mean, I don’t really care, but Mom-” She’d been about to say that her mom wants to go, present tense, and she just manages to stop herself. It’s crazy that it’s been two years, and still sometimes…

“...Mom would have thrown a fit if I skipped it,” she finally says, past tense, and she catches the way Donnie’s eyes cloud because he knows. God does he know.

They’re both orphans. She pushes the thought aside before she can let it erode all her carefully crafted walls.

“As would the rest of us,” says Donnie now, moving them straight past dangerous territory, and much as she hates that he dodges talking about emotions she appreciates it right now. It’s too damn late - or too early - for that. “You know how much fun we had sneaking into your high school graduation, surely you wouldn’t deny us the chance of a repeat.”

“Only if you promised not to bring the air horns.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“Then consider your chance denied.”

As for the Podcast Sep AU, that's an idea that has grown out of this post I wrote awhile back, except I basically just kept "the boys meet online" and changed everything else about it haha. In this version, April and Donnie have a true crime podcast that theorizes about the mysterious disappearance of Lou Jitsu, and the other three listen to it regularly, and then miscellaneous things happen along the way. It's a bit more angsty and less of a comedy than my original idea because I am myself, though it's still largely intended to be lighthearted as far as separated AUs go.

uh I'll just put some of the notes I posted on discord under the cut:

LEO

Leo calls Hypno Papa or Pop and calls Warren Dad, unless he's being a brat then he calls him Warren (this happens daily tbh)

they lived for awhile off money they each individually had saved up (also maybe Hypno's ratty apartment is Rent Controlled) but eventually they had to start having an active revenue stream so they started stealing

Leo loves stage magic OBVI but he's especially good at sleight of hand tricks and close up magic

so he starts using those skills to pickpocket

his dads don't really like him doing this (mostly out of concern for his safety rather than ethics) but they also can't really stop him unless they confine him to the house and they don't really want to do that so v(._.)v BOYS WILL BE BOYS IG

he gives them most of the money but he keeps some for himself for comics or other random things he wants

when Leo was still pretty little Hypno watched some Lou Jitsu movies out of curiosity, he knew who Lou Jitsu was but had never really watched the movies himself

he likes them alright but they aren't really his thing

but Leo came in and was immediately enthralled by it and became a big fan

Hypno knows LJ is Leo's human "dad" but decides not to tell him because he thinks it will just make Leo sad that he got left behind, also Hypno and Warren aren't even sure if LJ and the other three turtles survived

anyway this is what starts Leo on being an LJ fan and why he eventually finds Donnie and April's podcast

MIKEY

Mikey calls Repo "Boss" pretty much all the time, and Repo mostly calls him kid, occasionally he'll call him Mike

Repo taught Mikey how to read and do basic math growing up but that's pretty much it

so Mikey learns a lot of things from the internet and A LOT OF IT IS NOT CORRECT this will drive Donnie crazy later

Mikey learned about Lou Jitsu from stumbling across some old dvds someone threw out and got interested that way

he spends a lot of his time making art in the junkyard when he's not working for Repo

Dr. Delicate Touch still comes out when he is helping Repo

Repo doesn't get mutated until the time he does in canon but when he does get mutated he's just kinda like "shrug" and moves on with life lol

Mikey thinks it's cool though

also Mikey is a little greasy gremlin child 100% of the time, this will also drive Donnie crazy later

DONNIE

initially I thought April's dad would be out of the picture for whatever reason but I decided he's still here he just works overseas/out of town a lot

when April brought Donnie to Mama O'Neil she called Papa O'Neil like "hey I found a baby and I'm keeping him"

Papa was like ????? so she took a pic with a digital camera and uploaded it and sent it to him because that's what we did in 2005

Papa like that is a wholeass frog

she explained the situation and he was like OKAY GUESS WE HAVE A GREEN SON NOW he was chill with it though

they committed light identity fraud so technically Donnie has a birth certificate and is enrolled in online school

Donnie still invents but he doesn't have the space for it like in canon and also Mama will come after him if he sets anything on fire or explodes anything so a lot of his stuff is smaller atm, but he's been scoping out places he can use as a lab in secret for bigger projects recently

he's also a twitch streamer who uses a video filter over video of his own face to make his movements look more stiff and plasticy and he passes himself off as a vtuber this way

he cheats a lot

April also streams and she gets annoyed by this lol

they both became fans of Lou Jitsu when they were younger and they often traded conspiracy theories about what happened to him

then after binging one or two true crime podcasts they were like HEY WE CAN DO THAT TOO

RAPH

Splinter really is trying his best ok

he's SUPER DEPRESSED that he lost the other kids, especially Donnie and Mikey because like Leo getting lost in the lab explosion is one thing, realistically he can't really help that, but he left the kids alone when he lost Donnie and Mikey and that haunts him forever

he told Raph he was the only one who survived the lab explosion but Raph has very very vague memories of not being alone, then suddenly being alone

he doesn't push it with Splinter but he just has a feeling his siblings are out there

even if he doesn't remember it, this had a bad effect on him and he has a hard time being alone now

of course as Raph's gotten old enough to take care of himself, Splinter has become more distant/more depressed, he loves Raph of course but he's also going through it

Raph trains himself a lot with this idea that he's going to go out and be a hero and maybe even find his brothers, but his anxiety makes it hard for him to actually leave the lair for more than to get groceries or things like that

also Splinter and Raph's lair is like way more dilapidated and not very cozy with no Donnie to help with the mechanical side of things

it's like the most bummer bachelor pad ever in here, they have a mini fridge and it's full of sauces

Raph occasionally gets seen by maintenance workers from a distance so there's all kinds of rumors about him and he's the local cryptid, not that he realizes this (the others will be excited when they put this together)

Raph is just really lonely all the time and when he meets the others through the podcast it's the first time he finds community ;w;

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee my dear, hello from a fellow queer trans asain! i would love a matchup if its not too much trouble for you :3c

What song are you currently fixated on?

Oh my god, my friends and I have recently started making monthly playlists and it’s one of my favourite things to do; just curate a playlist over the course of a month!! currently its a load of fnaf living tombstone music BUT I’ve also been obsessed with The Distance by Cake? As a drummer, i absolutely adore the bass of this song!! Or Super Bon Bon by Soul Coughing has also some absolutely amazing drums!! Apart from that, I’m generally in love with everything Crane Wives BUT particularly for this month, the song Back to the Ground is so delicious!!I would put my fave lyrics but then i might have to transcribe the whole song lol. Just- the entire vibe and meaning of the song is so good (like most every crane wives song ill be honest)

Enneagram type?

Oof oh i havent done thay quiz in a hot minute but last i checked i was a 9w1 which definitely speaks to my lazy ass lol. I’m also an INFP?? I’m also a huge DND nerd so I have taken the alignment quiz and im chaotic good id that helps in any way HAHAH!!!

favourite Redacted audio?

100% the whole of avior and starlights playlist. absolutely devastating. i had to pause the playlist several times and lie down for a minute because i was so absolutely insane abt them. i love them so deeply. I’m definitely more drawn to the more plot heavy characters and arcs as compared to like ashers or davids which is more like cute couple moments (not that they dont have plot but its like. ashers playlist vs marcus’s ykyk) but that being said my favourite video of all time is probably elliots HBS video!! He is my favourite boy i will not lie i am so utterly obsessed with him and i would absolutely write pages upon pages abt why i love him and why his character is so my favourite for the ever.

fave platonic boy?

ASHER !! OR GUY!! I love silly dudes and they are peak silly boys. honestly i could see myself being best buds with Guy because we’re both so dirty minded and very clingy silly?? but there are also aspects where i would balance him out, like while i do love being chaotic i also understand the importance of just stfu and being silent every once in a while so i thunk there wld be times where there ARE shenanigans but also times where hes rambling my ears off and i can just sit. and listen. And I do love the hc that Guy plays DND and now i can absolutely imagine us playing dnd together OR binging dnd playthroughs. AND for asher, I feel like i wouldve had a crush on him because hes so like silly but also hes such an absolute sweetheart darling and hes so endearing that u just cant help but love him yk? but it wld be one of those friendship crushes that just means we end up being super close.

what gets the big boy a-snoozin?

anythin thay involved peoples voices. like straight up listenin to people talk absolutely sends me straight to dream land asap!! its kinda specific though like, if its a podcast? I can’t listen to those. the voice quality just sounds different from like a video of someone talking?? to me at least. And i can only fall asleep to videos of people talking (which is lowkey how. i got into boyfriend audios in the first place. amen insomnia). so now i have a sleepin playlist that consists of boyfriend (and girlfriend) audios, video essays about SCP’s and internet drama (shoutout to the right opinion) and also dnd playthroughs!

do u like long form video essays??

I LOVE VIDEO ESSAYS ABOUT SCP’S. i put them on when i cook!! I love ones that just talk abt the SCPs cause some are truly mind boggling and world shattering! I also listen to video essays abt youtuber drama because im not better then that and also a lot of them have quite impressive video editing!

Imaginary friends?

I think as someone who started watching horror movies at a very young age and is also super obsessed with horror movies/books now, i fully believe that if you had a imaginary friend as a child, you’re absolutely cursed and haunted and u need to be exorcised asap. (/j) no my parents were always super realistic with me and told me point blank that santa wasnt real, imaginary friends were only for mentally ill kids, and the only real big guy is the big boy in the sky. so. no imaginary friends BUT i did and still have a teddy bear (very creatively named bear bear) and i used to cry when i lost him.

i think thats it! i hope. thats enoigh haha. oh, some extra stuff abt me! I love cookin food, it’s very fun if not incredibly tiring, plus im perpetually broke, so tryin to cook up my favourite restaurant meals is also fun! I love drinks too (firm believer that every meal NEEDS to have a drink to accompany it) i’m a particularly huge fan of bubble tea (before it was cool ok) i did try to make my own bubble tea but it got really time consuming and not worth it. i love collecting plushies, i have about 10 in my room and yes they absolutely trigger my sinus but its so worth it. i love gamin and one of my first big boy buys was a gamin PC that i used to play Stray, Sims, Minecraft and most recently, FNAF! please pray i save up enough to get BG3. ٩( ᐛ )و

ok now thats really enough! thank you for this!! even if u dont get round to doin a matchup for me, thanks for lettin me ramble abt my interests :3 the questions are actually so fun hehe <333

Oh, I really like you. Not just because you gave me a lot of info to go on but because you and I have so much in common! Us queer, trans, Asian Type Nines have to stick together which is why I’m so pleased to pair you with Lasko.

I know I say this all the time, but it’s the perfect amount of similarities and differences that make a good pair in my opinion. I think your shared love of DnD, your introversion, your queer trans identity (because Lasko is queer and a whole allegory for a trans childhood, bless his heart) would be a great foundation for a solid relationship. Yet, it’s the differences that bring the spark like your love of horror where he would be squeamish or your chaotic good to his lawful.

I have such clear snapshots in my head of what your relationship would be like; if only I were an artist. You remind me of @itsdaifuku’s lovely piece of Dear as a guitarist and Lasko watching, starstruck, from the crowd; that would be you but as the drummer. I also love to imagine the two of you in the kitchen: you cooking, him mindlessly grading papers, an SCP video on, and Lasko looking up aghast when he finally tunes into what you’ve both been listening to.

Song:

I mean she even cooks me pancakes/ And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches/ If that ain't love then I don't know what love is/ We even got a secret handshake/ And she loves the music that my band makes/ I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun/ I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Sorry but not sorry, I’ve projected and given Lasko my elder emo taste in music. It’s cute, it’s iconic, and he’d know all the words- shyly, sheepishly joining in if you start rapping along with it as you cook. I like to imagine 2000’s emo music brings out a silly, karaoke-esque exuberance in Lasko, and then you could be silly together.

Runner-ups:

Milo is one of your runner-ups because (and I know I say this all the time too) it’s so fun to pair that scaredy-wolf with a horror buff. Everything he’s learned about SCPs has been against his will and because he loves you. Hudson is a runner-up because I’m obsessed with pairing musicians with DJ Anxiety; he’d love you and your drumming so much.

note: thank you so much for waiting 💕 I’m glad you had fun!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[shyvioletcat]

~ Rowaelin Month: Day 5 ~ A Trip To The Hospital

Snuck this is for Rowaelin Month with @rowaelinscourt​. This is Part 2 to a little pining Rowan this I did a minute ago. You can find it on the Masterlist for this fic. Yep, so this is here. For fun, you know. 

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What kept Rowan happy, or the happiest he could be, was to keep his distance. It was easy to do—declining invitations, waiting hours or days to reply to messages, ignoring social media. It honestly didn’t take that long to take a backseat in Aelin’s life. He caught bits and pieces here and there, he said a polite hello when they were in the same vicinity, but besides that Rowan convinced himself not to care. 

Not about Aelin, he would always care for her more than he would ever admit aloud again. That moment with Lorcan those years ago had been a moment of weakness and a way to get the man off his back. What Rowan told himself not to care about were the feelings that plagued him, to come to terms with the fact that he would never be free to act on them. Besides the near constant anger, Rowan thought he’d done pretty well. 

On this sunny afternoon Rowan was working hard to distract himself by cleaning while listening to a podcast. Lorcan had asked him to come out this evening because there was some kind of girl’s trip that Elide had gone on. If Elide had gone on a ‘girl’s trip’ it was likely Aelin had gone as well, which got him thinking about how she was these days. Maybe he could send her a short text asking. Keeping his hands busy was his way of stopping himself. 

When the narrator on the podcast was interrupted by his phone ringing, Rowan picked up his phone from where it sat on the table. It was Lorcan, probably calling to confirm a time for later. Taking a second to disconnect his ear bud he raised the phone to his ear. 

“Hey, this about tonight?” Rowan asked.

“No,” Lorcan answered tersely, it was a true talent of his to convey so much emotion in one word. Then a pause followed that made Rowan uneasy. “There was an accident.”

“An accident?” Rowan repeated it as a question. “With who?”

With one word Rowan’s carefully constructed world was turned on its head. 

“Aelin.” 

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Somehow Rowan managed to drive to the hospital without incident thanks to the chaotic calm that he’d managed to convince himself into. He had to get to the hospital, and to get to the hospital he had to make sure he did not speed or cause an accident or do something else reckless that would prevent him from getting there. All the while his heart was beating so loudly in his ears and his breath kept catching in his throat. 

Rowan had gone utterly still as Lorcan had given him a brief rundown. Aelin had gone with Elide and Lysandra up into the mountains for a get away. They had gone for a hike, Aelin had stepped wrong and taken a fall and caused some damage to her head. It had been two days and Aelin hadn’t woken up.

He almost rushed straight through the hospital to search Aelin out without guidance, but somehow he gathered enough sense to ask at reception. She was in the ICU, room 167. Rowan read the signs with an intense focus because he did not want to be double backing at any point. When he got to the right unit he was held up again having to check in at that reception desk before he could get any further. 

The numbers by the doors were read with a glance, Rowan searching for the one he needed. He spotted Aedion before he even caught sight of Aelin’s room. The man looked haggard like he hadn’t slept in days and it was a very realistic possibility that he hadn’t. But it wasn’t Aedion or his appearance that caught Rowan’s attention. It was what he carried in his arms. 

Who he carried in his arms. 

Rowan had met Marigold only twice in her 14 months of her life. Once just after she was born, when Aelin had enthusiastically thrust the baby into his arms and nearly begged him to confirm how cute she was. And then the next time had been when she was around six months at a get together he hadn’t expected Aelin to be at. It had just been the two of them that night, Sam hadn’t come and the reason why was never told. Even without Sam there to remind him of everything he couldn’t have, Rowan had maintained the distance. She had grown a lot since then. The toddler was brown-eyed and her hair was a soft shade of golden blonde, making Marigold look a lot like her father. Rowan hadn’t spent enough time with her to say what exactly she had inherited from her mother, but he could definitely see some of Aelin’s features in her face. 

Seeing Aedion there had stalled Rowan, not sure at how to approach this situation. It took Aedion noticing him standing there for anything to happen. Relief spread over his face and he made his way over to where Rowan stood. 

“You came,” was all Aedion said. 

Of course he had, how could he not? Rowan had been moving for his keys as soon as Lorcan had uttered Aelin’s name.

“I did,” was the best reply Rowan could come up with without spewing out a million questions. 

Aedion looked away, his body shuddering with emotion. Marigold clung to her uncle tighter. 

“Lys should be here soon and then we can talk, okay?” Aedion said. “It’s just a bit much to deal with, with Mari around. We have to be strong for her, you know?”

Rowan just nodded, because he actually didn’t really know. 

“Can I…” he gestured to Aelin’s door.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Aedion said and moved out of the way so that Rowan had a clearer path. 

Steeling himself, Rowan pushed open the door to Aelin’s room. Nothing could have prepared him for the experience of seeing her like this. She was deathly pale, everything about her was lifeless. There were bandages on her head and dressings on the left side of her face. Monitors were around her and beeped at repeated intervals. Most unsettling of all were the wires that seemed to be a haphazard web around the bed and the ventilator apparatus inflicted on her. The vibrancy that Aelin seemed to burn with was gone. 

Rowan’s throat tightened and his eyes stung, he didn’t fight the tears. By the time he had sat down in the chair beside her bed they were streaming down his face in a steady flow. 

“Aelin,” his voice broke on her name. “Aelin.”

He grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently like he expected his touch to wake her up. When her fingers twitched in his hand his stomach lurched. He watched her harder, eyes straining while he expected hers to open. But nothing happened, she continued to lie there looking peacefully asleep. 

“That happens,” Aedion said from the doorway, now childless. “She’s still a little responsive but she won’t wake up.”

Rowan wiped away his tears. “What happened?” 

Aedion came into the room and closed the door, then sat on the foot of the bed. He was silent for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh. The man was exhausted, worn thin no doubt with worry and having to carry for Aelin’s child as well as his own family. Aedion and Lysandra had a child of their own, a little boy nearly a year older than Marigold named Ruben. 

“They were hiking,” Aedion began, his voice already wavering. “It’s so stupid, it was just a wrong step on the path. That’s all it was. The rain had been nearly torrential up in the Staghorns for the last week but it was a fine day when they went out. Aelin just stepped on this rock and it gave way from beneath her and she fell off the path and down the steep face and hit her head on a rock. She was semi-conscious when Elide and Lys got to her, she lost consciousness in the ambulance apparently. They had to operate to relieve the pressure in her skull and she just hasn’t woken up.”

“For how long?” Rowan asked. 

“This is day two,” Aedion replied, sounding devastated. “We expected her to wake up after surgery, otherwise we would have called you sooner.” 

The two men shared a look, far too much understanding in Aedion’s face. It made Rowan uncomfortable, made him look away because he couldn’t handle that level of exposure and vulnerability. If Aedion knew how Rowan felt, he hated to think what Aelin thought of him.

“Where’s Sam?” 

Aedion visibly bristled and Rowan could feel the anger radiating off him. It had been an unexpected reaction, and despite everything it made Rowan curious. 

“He’s been living in Rifthold for the past six months. We let him know, but I don’t know if he’ll come,” Aedion said. 

It took a moment for those words to sink in. And when they eventually did, when the implications of it all began to run through his mind, Rowan just sat there in shock. From the sounds of it, Sam had been living in Rifthold alone, because of the fact that Aedion was unsure if he would come…

“They’re not together?” Rowan eventually asked.

Aedion shook his head. “They haven’t been for a while.”

Rowan sat back in his chair, bewildered by the onslaught of information he had received in a matter of minutes. It was a lot for him to process. 

Without encouragement Aedion went on. “Things weren’t great when Aelin got pregnant but they decided to give it a go for the sake of Marigold. And things were good for a while, they really did try, but not long after Mari was born their relationship became strained again and it just got worse the longer they held on. Everything the two of them did was for her, but neither Sam or Aelin were happy in the relationship, so a few months ago when Sam got a job offer in Rifthold he took it and Aelin stayed here.”

Rowan was stunned. “He left them?” 

Aedion nodded. “It got fairly messy towards the end. Aelin only hears from him when it’s time to pay child support or when he wants to see Mari. Which isn’t often,” he added bitterly. 

Gods damn him, Rowan hadn’t known. Aelin had been hurting and struggling and Rowan hadn’t the faintest idea. She would have needed him and because he was too busy protecting himself he hadn’t been there for her. He should have been, and not for his own selfish reasons. 

“She never said, no one ever said a thing,” 

“To be fair no one really knew how bad it was until Sam moved out. This girl's trip was Aelin’s way of moving on to reset after everything. Then this happened,” Aedion explained. 

Rowan felt his emotions rising again. Aelin deserved all that was good in the world and yet here she was. “What do we do now?”

Aedion was quiet for a moment and when he did speak his voice was thick with emotion. “We wait.”

Rowan and Aedion waited for hours. They didn’t say much to each other, at one point Aedion drifted off in his chair with his head resting on the bed. All Rowan did was watch Aelin, going over all the new information he had gained and wondering what he could possibly do for her. His heart ached at Aelin’s suffering, from this and whatever she had been through for Sam. Maybe if he hadn’t distanced himself Rowan would have known sooner, he would have been there for her when she needed him. Now he was too late, now he could do nothing. 

Footsteps at the door had him turning away from Aelin to see Lysandra standing in the doorway, Marigold on her hip. The woman looked as wrecked as Aedion did, maybe even more so. It was the most frazzled Rowan had ever seen Lysandra, her hair was in disarray and there was residual makeup left around her eyes along with dark circles no doubt from lack of sleep. But she still gave Rowan a small, sad smile when she caught his eye. 

“Hey,” she said weakly.

Rowan nodded. “Hey.”

“Anything new?” She asked, just a little hopeful. 

“No,” Rowan said quietly, trying not to disturb Aedion who hadn’t woken up yet. 

This time Lysandra nodded, face drawn. “I expected as much.” 

“Mama?”

At the sound of the quiet, tiny voice Rowan’s heart stumbled, then looking at Marigold's face nearly broke it. She had been crying, her cheeks were red and her eyes were watery, her lips were caught in a frown. 

“She’s still sleeping, poppet,” Lysandra said soothingly. 

“Oh, no,” Marigold rubbed her face into her aunt’s shoulder. “No, Mama.” 

Marigold started to whimper, a fist rubbing at her mouth. Lysandra sighed and kissed the toddler's head. “On top of everything, she’d teething.” 

Rowan had no firsthand experience besides getting his own teeth as an infant, so he chose to say nothing instead of trying to fumble through a response. Lysandra didn’t notice anyway, she was too busy trying to placate Marigold who was getting more distressed. 

“I know, I know,” Lysandra cooed and moved around her sleeping husband to stand by Aelin’s side. While still keeping hold of Marigold she brushed away hair from Aelin’s face and pulled out her arm a bit. Rowan wasn’t sure what was going on until Lysandra lent over and placed Marigold on the bed. The little girl nestled into the space between her mother’s arm and body, her head resting on Aelin’s chest. She looked up with big, brown eyes and reached up to touch Aelin’s face. Rowan felt his throat constrict, new tears forming in his eyes. This was heartbreaking to watch. To see that adoration on Marigold’s face, mixed with Rowan could only describe as devastation and disappointment, to go unanswered as Aelin just laid there… It was too painful.

“‘Kup, Mama,” Marigold pleaded. “Mama, up.”

There was a sharp sob that not only drew Rowan’s attention but Aedion started awake at the sound. Lysandra turned away, not wanting for Marigold to see her losing it. Aedion blinked looking at Marigold and Aelin, then piecing together where the sob had come from he stood up and hugged his wife. Rowan didn’t know where to look, the entire scene devastating. He settled for the patch of blanket in front of him. 

“It’s good to see you, Rowan,” Lysandra said, overcome with emotion, but it was an indication that the intimate moment had passed. “We weren’t sure you’d come.” 

That cut Rowan deeper than it should have. With all the distance he was determined to keep between him and Aelin it shouldn’t come as a surprise. Maybe he couldn’t handle the insinuation that he didn’t care, because he did. Gods, he cared about her more than he should. 

“How are Evalin and Rhoe doing?” Rowan asked to shift the conversation in a different direction completely. 

“They’re good,” Aedion’s voice was still hoarse from his nap. “They were with her all yesterday so we wanted them to be at home today. That’s where Rue is, Mari was there too. But Aelin seems to be more responsive when Mari is with her so we try to bring her down here as much as we can.”

Rowan nodded before he instinctually looked at the girl, and found her watching him. Rowan gave her a small smile and that made her return it very briefly before she hid her face. That drew the attention of the other adults and he heard Lysandra laugh quietly.

“I think she likes you,” Lysandra said. “She can be a bit selective about who she likes, but I think you’re in. Hey Marigold,” Lysandra said, leaning a bit closer. “This is Mama’s friend, you’ve met him a few times when you were very little. His name is Rowan.” 

Marigold didn’t say anything but she did give him a small wave which Rowan returned. The room went silent again after that and Rowan was about to excuse himself even though he didn’t want to, but he was starting to feel like he was intruding. He was about to give a quickly made up excuse so that he could leave without a fuss when someone else appeared at the door. 

A thick tension settled over the room and Aedion moved so quickly to put himself between Aelin and the door. Rowan looked between them all, feeling even more out of place—like a spectator to a game he didn’t fully understand. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Aedion hissed, mindful to keep his voice low because of where they were. From the look of pure and unadulterated anger on his face a harsher response might have been expected. Rowan had seen Aedion’s fuse burn out many times, this was a real study of self control. 

On the other hand, Sam looked over them all coolly. Although there was a spark of something in his eye when he saw Rowan sitting there, he turned back to Aedion too quickly for Rowan to decipher it.

Sam ignored Rowan, and ignored Aedion’s anger as he stepped fully into the room. “I’ve come to get my daughter.”

~~~~~

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[the-phantom-author]

okay so all of these are taken from diff episodes, sometimes i clarify sometimes i don't, had so much fun listening to the paywalled episodes, that podcast has become my jam so fast. anyways here are the tidbits, enjoy!

they started sing alongs at one point where will was singing and qt picks a random word from his singing to sing a different song but before they were able to do that, austin sneezed hella hard and they all started clowning him

austin: sorry i sneezed

will: REALLY? I MISSED IT

austin: your brother and i have a special bond (talking to hasan about murat)

  qt: i don't even know if he likes you to be completely honest

at the end of an episode, hasan's dad randomly slides the door open a little bit while wearing his bathing suit and hasan scolds him in turkish immediately while everyone dies laughing, took me out personally, had to rewind that moment so many times

 the "electric chair drop" episode is golden and the paywalled version is even more so bc the first half is just random unhinged sex talk and the second half is chaotic chill where hasan and will are messing with their ears with instacarted meds while austin blasts italian music, i couldn't stop laughing

austin wanting to be in one of qts shows/plays and his pitch is "lights, camera, *pause followed by dramatic flailing of hands* austin show" with will and qt giggling at that proposal

i love moments whenever will is exasperated with austin or qt and he just turns to hasan with the wtf look at his face and hasan sighs like an old man and rolls his eyes (not restricted to the paywall, happens a lot as is but still worth mentioning)

will pointing the "gun" at qt and qt holding up her toy otter in return and hasan yelling "NOT THE OTTER" 

austin randomly fixing his hair and looking at his reflection on his phone while hasan is walking around making sure little kaya doesn't make a mess and looks at austin and goes "wHat are you doing?? wHat is he doing??" while being in a disappointed dad stance

qt talks about a challenge she had on a streamer camp: get out and earn as much money as you can like selling water bottles, lemonade stand, etc. this convo ensues:

will: how would you guys make money on a street if you had to?

austin: i would just start sucking dick

hasan: you went there SO FAST WTF

cue everyone laughing and hasan having the dissapointed dad stare hehe

austin drops the fake gun on his crotch and hasan IMMEDIATELY goes "you deserve it"

austin calling ludwig and asks if he can suck his dick

 random but i love whenever will laughs quietly and tries to hide his laughter by hiding his face in his shirt, it's so cute lol (also not restricted to the paywall)

hasan's dad thinking that austin is poor bc everytime he sees him, austin is wearing the same shirt, and he was even considering buying austin four new shirts and austin goes "aND HE IS RIGHT, I AM POOR"

honestly in the nutshell, you pay $5 to see all of them munch every episode, it's like a mukbang podcast without intending to be a mukbang podcast, it's so funny

in the anniversary episode, austin and hasan went down the slide that was the background with will chanting "RIDE THE SLIDE" obv hasan looked comically huge on the little slide hehe (while wearing sunglasses while going down the slide, obv very fashionable of him)

also kaya being present during that episode for all good of 11 minutes was so sweet, i love that dog a lot

also that episode is golden lol like hasan and will beefing with qt and being like YOU DIDN'T INVITE US TO THE TAYLOR SWIFT IN COLORADO

qt: you all would've made fun of me like 'oh qt cried at all too well, so cringe'

austin & will: we would NEVER do that

hasan: i would definitely do that (while looking straight at the camera

apparently hasan doesn't do luggage with wheels when traveling and it makes will confused a lot

here ya go, if tumblr eats this, murder will occur

-💎

!!! The fear& exclusive is here. Thank you for sharing. 🩵🩵

I love when they all choose to gang up on one person, it's a personal favorite trait of Fear& for me.

There is something so Austin about him confidently stating that Murat likes him, when everyone else is just like mmmmmm, I don't even know if he knows you

Hasan dad continuously is one of the best people I've heard about, even if we only know very little. I need Hasan to talk more about him.

"lights, camera, Austin show" needs to be his slogan from now on.

Will and Hasan having o parent QT and Austin, is not what I would expect that dynamic to be but it's very entertaining.

"NO THE OTTER" 😭😭 I can only imagine how it sounded.

Hasan and Little Kaya. Not the "what are you doing? What is he doing?" I must not think of dad!Hasan I must not think of dad!Hasan

I have seen the clips of Austin saying he's going to suck dick on he streets and calling lud. Both are 10/10 moments.

Will is such babygirl. I have headcanons for him I promise the just not will Neffing yet and arn't done

Not Hasan taking his dad out of buying Austin new shirts, I wanna know what he would get him.

Big man, tiny slide. Love to hear it.

Why do you mean Hasan doesn't do wheeled luggage, that so dumb of him. It's also not canon, you sit on luggage and he wheels both it and you around the airport. Sorry, I don't write the rules.

[sillyname30]

Okay this is lowkey a theory / something that I’ve been thinking about for a little while. I put it aside but with how the podcast is getting on my nerves, I had to tell you. Because for the longest time I’ve seen small things that just goes to tell Kevin is incredibly jealous of Darren. When he made a snark remark about straight actors winning for LGBTQ roles just as Darren had won for Versace, the twitter incident where he implied that old Tumblr’s post was real… even one time when he was on live painting his nails. Someone said to ask Darren for tips, as he paints his all the time. And Kevin just looked at the comment, made an awkward pause, and said something like: yeah i could ask him. But in a way that made him seem annoyed.

And as to why, here is my theory: I firmly believe that, deep down, Kevin thought he was going to have Darren’s career. I think he believed them to be equally talented, or perhaps he believes he has more talent, and thinks that if Darren hadn’t joined Glee, his popularity would’ve been Kevin’s. But as it was, someone a bit similar to him joined and got all the solos and a lot of screen time. And a better career post-Glee. And I think Kevin resents that.

(And I will add, from my petty side… Kevin is talented. No denying there. But there is a reason Darren was and is a fan favorite, a reason why he could actually make us feel his songs. And he’s definitely the better actor. Sorry Kevin)

I don't know if Kevin is jealous of Darren. He said some nice things about Darren in the sesaon 3 recaps. He is definitely jealous of the attention Blaine (and in a way Darren) got. I can't say much about Kevin, because I was never interested in him.

One of the reasons why Darren has a better career than Kevin: Darren started during Glee to take other jobs (How to succeed, Girls Most Likely). He had the Listen Up tour during summer break. He performed at galas and other events. All extra work with the busy Glee schedule. The reason Darren has all these events and galas now is that he started during the height of Glee. He is better at networking than Kevin.

During Glee Darren was up for extra work: He was happy that he got to make the piano track for Teenage Dream season 4. And I don't think he panicked when the script got changed or he had to sing a song (even live).

Kevin and Jenna said a couple of times that they didn't work after the end of Glee for a while and that was normal. But Darren did Hedwig right after Glee and the movie in Italy right after that.

And everybody says Darren is nice. People who worked with him invite him back. I'm not saying Kevin is not nice, because I don't know.

I don't know if I'm more invested in Blaine than Artie, because Blaine is the better role or Darren is the better actor or easier on the eye. Mabe a combination of all of it.

[julietpricee]

Chapter 3 Snippet from Forbidden Desires

Aka Sebastian Fluff 👀

Night fell upon the castle and students slowly started taking themselves to bed. Luckily, Poppy was an early riser which meant she'd get ready for bed around 9pm and usually be asleep by 10 meaning thankfully, I didn't have to lie to her about where I was going.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the clock, waiting for midnight to strike.

Why did I feel so nervous?

After waiting what felt like an eternity, I stood up and made my way to the top of the stairs in the Central Hall. The castle was quiet and the lights were dim, all I could hear was the faint footsteps of the prefects on the tiled floor below. Sebastian was stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning back against the banister. He was staring up at me with that stupid smug face.

I creep up to him and we peer over the banister. He quickly points out where we need to head to and tells me not to get caught.

Obviously.

Without missing a beat, we make it past the prefects and into the library but the librarian must have decided to work late. She was still here.

"Quick, behind the bookcase" Sebastian whispered.

We crawl behind the bookcase, away from prying eyes.

"Sebastian! You said we wouldn't get caught!" I whispered aggressively.

"We haven't been caught. I said I'd get you in and I always keep my word, trust me" he paused looking around. "Look, I'll create a distraction, you grab the key from her desk"

He didn't wait for a reply before rushing off in the other direction. I watched as he cast a small explosion on a nearby bookshelf.

Real subtle.

I quickly scrambled to Scribner's desk and found the key with little hassle. I peered around seeing the librarian making her way back to her desk and without missing a beat, I closed the draw in her desk and ran towards the restricted section to see Sebastian already stood their cockily.

"You took your time" he jabbed.

I rolled my eyes and opened up the gates to the restricted section, being careful not to make them creak as they opened. We tiptoe down a few sets of stairs before being certain we were alone.

The restricted section was a complete maze filled with every book you could imagine. The rooms were dark and eerie, definitely not somewhere I'd like to be on my own. As I was taking in my surrounds Sebastian crept up behind me, jabbing two fingers into my sides.

"Boo" he called out.

"Sebastian!" I cried, trying to keep my voice low. "You're an idiot, what if I screamed" I smacked his arm.

"Shouldn't be such a scaredy cat should you" he chuckled.

We continued walking through the vast hallways and rooms.

"So, why do you keep coming back here anyway, what are you looking for?" I ask.

"I'm looking for a cure for my twin sister so she can return to Hogwarts. Everyone else seems to have given up but not me"

I look at him curiously. "Are you not better off going to the hospital or St Mungo's?"

"No" he snapped. "We've tried everything. I'm the only hope she has left... come on this way".

I could tell Sebastian didn't want me to ask anymore questions as he decided to start one of his famous Sallow podcasts where he spouts off a load of nonsense and doesn't let me get a word in edgeways.

We enter into a dark room lined with large stone walls, the temperature instantly drops. The middle of the room was filled with bits of furniture, all covered in old sheets and cobwebs; obviously none of it had been touched for years.

"Where on earth are you leading me to Price? I've never been this far down" Sebastian starts messing with the furniture, getting cobwebs stuck round his fingers. He starts shaking his hands erratically, trying to get them off. I chuckle at him.

"You do make me laugh Sallow".

As I'm looking back towards Sallow, not looking where I'm going, I manage to walk straight into a set of chairs. They were stacked up ridiculously high, I almost fell over when I looked up to see the top. They started swaying and I felt completely frozen, watching them slowly topple over above my head.

This was going to hurt.

I closed my eyes tightly embracing for impact, not being able to move my feet for some reason. Sebastian didn't even hesitate, he leapt forwards rugby tackling me to the ground away from the chairs.

The chairs fell to the floor one by one making one hell of a noise.

I fell flat on my back, thankful to be away from the chairs but it probably hurt just as much being thrown to the ground.

It's the thought that counts though right?

I could feel Sebastian's weight on top of me and I was completely engulfed in his smell of sandalwood and cinnamon. I slowly opened my eyes and was met by his large brown doe eyes, staring straight back at me. He was so close to me. His hands were placed on the ground either side of my head, holding up his weight. He was so, so close. His lips open slightly. I could feel his chest moving up and down and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. It felt like time itself had stood still. We just lay there. Motionless. Staring.

Then he leant in…

Go read more and find out what happens next!

[jongnorp]

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"am i the asshole for blocking my sister because she stole my boyfriend?" hyoseop reads the message from his laptop. it had been something one of his followers picked out for him. in today's episode of his podcast, he'd be reading aita stories. personally, hyoseop knew little about these stories – only that his friends found entertainment in them.

he leans into his chair and tilts his head. "that sounds pretty... understandable? why wouldn't you get mad at your sister if she tried to steal your boyfriend?" he says aloud, but he doesn't stop reading the submission there. instead he continues, without much thought. "my boyfriend and i met when i was twenty five and he was twenty seven," he continues. "okay, that sounds fine," he nods his head, nothing about the story seems to be ringing alarm bells as of yet. that is of course, until he reaches the next sentence. "context: he was engaged to my sister, and the both of them had been dating for three years before that."

hyoseop blinks. what? huh? "wait... your boyfriend... is your sister's fiance? and you met after they got engaged?" he furrows his brows, trying to make sense of what he'd just read. still, he decides to continue reading, now seated up straight. "i hadn't seen my sister in years, but the first time we met again, it was when she introduced her would-be husband to us. i felt an immediate pull towards him and decided that she wasn't good enough for hi–" hyoseop stops.

what the fuck? he looks up from his ipad and pauses for a moment, as though to digest everything he's just read. "no need to continue the rest of the story. you are the asshole. very much, so."

[persianflaw]

speaking of ai-generated text, i’ve been prompting chatgpt to write me a lot of mash scenes, which, as mike farrell noted when he was on alan alda’s podcast, are pretty toothless and all wrap up without meaningful conflict, despite being largely technically and structurally competent. but for some reason my latest prompt seems to have melted it a little.

the prompt:  Write a funny scene from the television show M*A*S*H where all of the main characters try to come out to each other, only to discover that everyone else is also trying to come out.

chatgpt’s results are as follows. tl;dr: several of the characters come out, but later in the scene re-come out as straight. i have to say, it did crack me up, even if i wasn’t laughing about any intentional comedy. the idea of bj specifically, earnestly saying “i’m bisexual” and within sixty seconds saying “i’m actually straight :-)” is hysterical

(Setting: The mess tent at the 4077th MAS*H unit. All the main characters are sitting around a table, looking nervous.)

Hawkeye: (clearing his throat) Guys, I have something to tell you all.

BJ: (looking at Hawkeye) Me too, Hawk. I have something to share as well.

Klinger: (nervously) Um, me too.

Margaret: (curious) What is it, Klinger?

Klinger: (pausing) I'm gay.

Hawkeye: (surprised) What?! Klinger, I had no idea.

BJ: (smiling) That takes a lot of courage, Klinger. We still love you, man.

Margaret: (nodding) You're still one of us, Klinger.

Klinger: (tearing up) Thank you, guys. That means a lot to me.

Hawkeye: (clearing his throat) Well, since we're all being honest, I should tell you guys that I'm bisexual.

BJ: (nodding) Yeah, I'm also bisexual.

Klinger: (shocked) Wait, what?

Margaret: (laughing) Klinger, it looks like we're all coming out tonight.

Klinger: (looking nervous) Um, okay. I have to tell you guys something too.

Hawkeye: (encouragingly) Go ahead, Klinger. We're all friends here.

Klinger: (taking a deep breath) I'm transgender.

BJ: (surprised) Klinger, I had no idea.

Margaret: (smiling) Klinger, we still love you, no matter what.

Hawkeye: (grinning) Klinger, you're still one of us, man or woman.

(Klinger looks relieved, but then he notices that Hawkeye, BJ, and Margaret are all wearing rainbow bracelets.)

Klinger: (pointing at the bracelets) Wait a minute, are you guys all gay too?

Hawkeye: (laughing) No, Klinger. We just decided to wear these bracelets tonight to support you.

BJ: (smiling) But now that you mention it, I've been meaning to tell you guys that I'm actually straight.

Margaret: (nodding) Yeah, me too.

(Klinger looks around the table, confused.)

Klinger: (sarcastically) Great, so I'm the only one who's actually gay, and you guys just wanted to wear rainbow bracelets?

Hawkeye: (grinning) Sorry, Klinger. We just wanted to be supportive.

(Klinger rolls his eyes, but then he starts laughing.)

Klinger: (laughing) Well, I guess it's better to have too much support than not enough.

(They all laugh and continue to chat, relieved that they can be open and honest with each other.)