#but i’m genuinely concerned about whatever it is you’re referring to and want to know what’s going on

[romanarose]

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Epilouge

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Fic Summary: Right before a mandatory FEDRA lockdown, Joel saved a woman in an ally from FEDRA guards and is forced to house her for the entire lockdown. I.e theres only one bed

Chapter Summary: Joel get's you out.

Warnings: Mostly just feas of potential SA, nothing that actually happens or is anything to be afraid of, mostly in reference to women being nervous around strange men

Immersability: Reader has no age gap, is implied to be approximately Joel's age, possibly older than Tommy. Is not concerned about pregnancy.

A/N: For readers of The Wrong Way on ym alt account, theres a few not so subtle easter eggs LMFAOOOO

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Tommy proved a lot easier to talk to, at least compared to Joel’s initial reaction to you. Still, you didn’t feel as comfortable with Tommy as you did by the end of your time with Joel. He was nice, friendly. Tommy was given a vehicle which made the journey shorter… if you knew where you were going. You realize the insanity of traveling across the country with a man you didn’t know, but what options did you have? He was safer than Ross to be sure. You had weighed the options before you left.

Joel told you the plan, that his brother would get you out, take you with him where he was going and leave you somewhere safe. Tommy had promised Joel it was somewhere safe, but wouldn’t tell him where. That was the deal, Tommy wouldn’t be telling Joel anything. He was supposed to check in with the fireflies and they would tell him updates that he was safe, and you were safe, but that was it. Then, Tommy would come back to Boston without you, and Joel wasn’t supposed to talk to Tommy ever again. The secrecy made you nervous, but Joel trusted Tommy completely. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that Tommy would get you to safety and that Tommy wouldn’t hurt you.

The other option was Ross. Ross, and whoever Ross let at you. You couldn’t fight off a gang of men, no matter how strong you were, how physically capable. 10 men were 10 men. Even if Tommy wanted something in return for taking you, you wouldn’t be thrilled but laying there and taking it was a more desirable to the alternative of Ross. Still, for days Tommy didn’t give any indication that he had any dark plans. 

He didn’t even seem like you were of any interest to him. You never caught him sneaking a peak when you relieved yourself or bathed, he never hinted or asked any inappropriate questions. He seemed a lot like Joel in that sense. Honestly, under different circumstances, you would have initiated sex. He was attractive, he was charming, and a lot of fun to be around. Sex to you wasn’t a huge deal, especially at your age. That’s why you were so ready to sleep with Joel…

But right now, you still felt loyal to him . Joel saved you multiple times, but you genuinely connected to him. Sure, maybe he already slept with someone. You two had no pretense of being an actual couple, of any sort of loyalty. It was something to fill the time, and boy, did it fill you. You would need a little time before you went for someone else.

“Whatever you wanna know, you can just ask me.” You said Tommy one night a few days in as the two of you reclined the car seats. It was getting colder out, so you and Tommy scooted towards each other and shared a blanket. There wasn’t an air of sexual tension, even with your shoulders touching. It just felt brotherly. You had felt his eyes on you for a while as you tried to sleep. “I know you got questions.”

His voice was gravely next to you. “I think you got a few too.”

You sigh. “I’m not sure I want the answers.”

“Yeah. Me neither.”

Finally, you open your eyes and turn over to where he’s looking at you, eyes soft and brown. “C’mon. Question for question.”

“You start.”

“You’re the one staring at me with your puppy dog eyes all the fucking time. Go on, ask what I know you’re dying to.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting up and resting on his arm, but smiling gently. “Alrighty, I’ll bite. Who are you to Joel.”

A small shrug. “I’m not sure I’m anything, really. He saved me from Ross, as you know, and we got stuck in his apartment for a week.”

Tommy’s face grew more serious. “‘N he was good to yuh?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Real good.” Teasing him, you lean in with a smile. “And we fucked, too.”

“UGH!” Tommy groans, cringing hard and making a disgusted face, shoving you away. “Sick. Awful.”

You laugh at his reaction, goading him on more. “It wasn’t awful, it was actually pretty damn great-”

“EW!” Tommy attempts to cover your mouth, laughing along now too.

You keep dodging his hand. “Got reeeeeal hot and heavy too-”

“BLEH!”

When you finally stop, you both are chuckling. You like Tommy, you’re glad he’s the one taking you if it couldn’t be Joel. As you two settle down, you both stare up at the ceiling. It was peaceful out here. South Dakota, along I-90. When you’d get to Rapid City, Tommy would radio the Fireflies to tell Joel you both were safe. If you were lucky, Joel might have given them a message to give you two, but you weren’t sure the fireflies would pass it along. You got the feeling Joel was not popular among them.

Tommy calls your name, and you look towards him again. “He make you do any of that?” It’s clear what Tommy’s asking, and you understand his concerns. 

“Oh god no.” You chuckle in response. “I brought it up. I had to tell him multiple times that i didn’t feel forced or noth’n. Like, multiple times. And then it just…”

“It's just what.”

You shrug again. “Turned into someth’n more. I dunno. But he was good to me. Don’t you worry ’bout that.”

He nods, taking it all in. “Alright, your turn.”

“Hm? Oh, right. Well… you told Joel… well, you made it sound like he did a lot of bad shit.”

Tommy sighs, sinking further in his seat. “Yeah, I did. Joel and I… we did a lot of bad shit back in the day. The things I saw him do…” He shakes his head. “I can’t even look at him now.”

“He see you do shit too?” You ask.

He huffs, but says yeah.

“He do worse than you?”

Tommy shifts in his seat. “I donno.”

You let him sit in his thoughts for a moment before speaking again. “I ain’t gonna tell you what you gotta do or who you gotta talk to. I don’t know your story. But I know we’ve all done fuck up things… and I know Joel loves you. Whatever happened, he ain’t surviving for himself. There's too much pain in his eyes for that. Joel… he survives for others. I ain’t tryna guilt trip you, Tommy… but I think we’re both alive because of him.”

Tommy didn’t say anything, simply staring ahead at the windshield until you fell asleep. You don’t think he slept much that night.

*

It had been years, your life at the QZ felt like a miserable nightmare. Life was good in Jackson.

You worked hard, but were rewarded with a bountiful life and good friends, Tommy remained one of them. When you and Tommy found the settlement of Jackson, it didn’t take long at all for the two of you to decide to abandon Tommy’s plans and loyalties with the Fireflies and settle here in Jackson. The fact he’d be caught spending every free second during your respite with the pretty and slightly scary leader may have influenced his decision. You, however, were thrilled to be somewhere with running water and electricity, especially with summer coming. You could not be happier with your choice.

Right now, however, you were grumpy.

Sick with the flu, you’d been stuck at home all day while the town had its movie night. Goddammit. You always miss the good shit. Lorenzo had told you to just go, but you didn’t want to infect anyone. A simple flu could kill much easier without modern medicine. 

Still, he was nice enough to bring you soup from the mess hall after.

“Can’t stay long. Zach wants me home early to get a good nights sleep ‘for once’.” Lorenzo rolled his eyes and did finger quotes, but with a smile. His husband loved and cared about him, as Lorenzo did Zach “I just thought I’d let you in on the hot gossip.” He said with a smile, pulling out two joints and handing one to you. 

You sniffle, sounding congested as hell as you rock in your rocking chair. “Did Jack get dumped again? I swear to god, it’s every week. Maura told me in high school he-”

“No, no, no! It’s even better!” He said with a grin, not hesitating before lighting up in your living room, a motion which you followed. “A stranger rolls into town, tall! Dark! Handsome!”

You can’t help roll your eyes. “You're married.”

“Hey, Zach called him handsome first, okay?” Lorenzo’s thick Boston accent came out even more when he was animated. “Anyway, he’s a father too. Road in with a teenager I dunno, 17? Or 10?”

“Those are wildly different ages.”

Lorenzo brushed you off. “Whatever, point is, single father. That's hot.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Are we sure that’s his daughter? Not some sicko we gotta kill?”

“Now, see, I ASKED THAT!” Lorenzo waves his hands around. “But Zach asked Jack who asked Maura who asked Maria-” Deep breath. “Who was suuuuuuper fucking cryptic about it. Seems Tommy knows him, and you know how Tommy is about his past.”

You did know, actually. You lean in with a smile, happy someone is filling you in on what you missed. “What’d she say?”

“Just that the girls his kid, and she’s taken care of and” More finger quotes “‘Tell Lorenzo to mind his damn business’”

That made both of you laugh. You and Lorenzo frequently caused problems despite your age. All in good, harmless fun, but the two of you were more like teenagers sometimes, and more often than not, you dragged a few friends into it.

“Are they staying in Jackson?”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Dunno why though, nice place for a kid here. But maybe her mom is somewhere out there. Either way, I’m gonna try and talk to him tomorrow, maybe-”

A knock on the door. Lorenzo frowned. “Damn honey, you got friends other than me?”

“Oh shut the fuck up.” You giggle, kicking him. “Answer the door for me, I’m sick and dying.”

Lorenzo kicked you back, but did as you asked. You couldn’t see who was there, but watched Lorenzo. “Oh. Uh. Hello?” 

“Renzo, whose there?” You call. Lorenzo turns around, mouthing dramatically. ‘Oh my gooooood’

He turns back. “Can I help you?” You don’t hear the reply, but Lorenzo keeps a hand on the door handle and on the frame. Goofy gossip he is, he is no idiot and takes your safety seriously. He’s not just going to let anyone inside. Lorenzo turns around to face you again. “Hey, you know a Joel?”

Joel. Blood rushes through you and you stand up, wobbly. The man from Tommy’s past is Joel. Who the hell is the kid? Him and Tess have a secret daughter or something? You hadn’t told Lorenzo, or anyone for that matter, of how you escaped the QZ out of respect for Tommy and his desire to leave that life behind him, so it’s no wonder Lorenzo looked so confused. “JOEL?!” 

A tall, insanely broad body pushed past Lorenzo, and you ran to him despite your illness. Joel calls your name, breathes it out like a sigh of relief, a breath he’s been holding since you left.

*

It had been a long day for Joel. Seeing Tommy again was incredible, Gods grace, and knowing he was not only alive but thriving healed something in him.

You were the cherry on top of the sundae. 

He held out no hope that you’d remained single. It would be selfish and stupid… but he couldn’t deny to himself that he was relieved when you explained the man who opened the door to your home was not only not a husband or boyfriend, but married himself and not a threat.

Joel sat on the couch and was thrilled when you immediately scooted right next to him. You spent hours catching up, he explained it all to you, everything with Ellie, how he got here. All the loss… In turn, you told him your travels with Tommy, the life you have here now… And how you’re single. Finally, Joel explained why he came here.

Originally, when Tommy said you were here, he wasn’t going to try and find you. It’d just hurt too much to say goodbye again when he’d already to leaving Tommy… but then he decided he wasn’t leaving, that Tommy would take Ellie… then the fight with Ellie. He needed you. Joel explained the fight.

“Joel…” You said, admonishing him gently and you stroked his hair. Joel was laid out on your lap.

“I know, I know… I just… It’s like that book.”

He can feel your stomach chuckle. “White Fang, I know the one.”

“Yeah. That one. I just… I felt like I had to hurt her, to get her to let go on me. Tommy would be better. He’s younger, stronger, kinder.”

“But he’s not you.” You wait until Joel looks up at you. “You’ve protected her this far. She trusts you. She don’t know Tommy at all and baby.” You card your fingers through his curls. “He’s a man she doesn’t know. That’s a scary thing, she don’t know what kind of man he is.”

Joel starts to sit up, defensive. “Tommy ain’t no-”

“Baby, relax, I know.” You settle him down, de-ruffle his feathers. “I know, Tommy’s the sweetest piece of pie. But she don’t know that. Most importantly, she trusts you . She loves you .” You lean down to kiss his forehead. “I’d love for you to stay here with me, I really would, and if you want, I’ll be waiting here for you. But I think you know what you need to do.”

*

He did. He had to give her a choice. Unsurprisingly and illogically, Ellie chose him. Joel swore he’d come back to you, that he’d make things right with Ellie and get her where she needed to be…

When he thought he was dying, it was Ellie, Tommy, Sarah, you who ran through his head.

And months later, after all the violence and carnage and almost losing Ellie twice, when he walked into town, after seeing and hugging Tommy and meeting his little niece, Catherine Sarah, it was you he went searching for. 

Unsurprisingly, he found you at the bar with Lorenzo again, and who he later found was Lorenzo’s husband, Zach. Throughout the years, Joel would get to know your friends, and consider them friends of his own. He’d marry you, Tommy standing as his best man and your close friend both, little Catherine as your flower girl. You’d get to know and love Ellie, provide the maternal figure she needed in her life and a mediation between the two when things got tense. He’d fuck you into the mattress that night and you’d ride him for what seemed like hour the next morning, spending a day in bed until both of you were too aching a raw to go again. That would all come latter.

Right now, as he approached you from behind and Lorenzo not to subtly kicked you, to make you turn around, only one thing mattered.

“Joel!”

“Hey baby, can I have this dance?”

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[purplehairedwonder]

Chapter 1081: Heartbroken

Me, reading this chapter:

Okay, let’s start with the stuff on Hachinosu:

Garp and his ship land in the wake of the giant explosion at the end of last chapter. He’s worried he’s losing his touch while everyone else looks on in horror at the thought that this is what losing a step looks like. (Just saying, Akainu should be sending Sengoku flowers and chocolates for saving his life at Marineford when he stopped Garp from attacking.)

Moreover, thankfully we don’t have to wait for Garp and Coby to reunite.

But there is a complication: turns out Kuzan is actually on Hachinosu after all (which leaves Lafitte and Catarina Devon to potentially be on the ship heading to Egghead). I am genuinely surprised by this; I felt fairly certain Kuzan would be at Egghead with all the Ohara references. But now I’m wondering if Kuzan will cross paths with the Straw Hats at Elbaf... which is also where Saul is. That would be something.

(Also, I still want to know where Smoker is.)

Kuzan announces his presence by freezing Hibari. 

So, this could be a coincidence, but there’s also a potential for something more dramatic here. There are theories floating around that Hibari is Akainu’s daughter, so Kuzan freezing her here could be a sort of revenge against the man who cost him the position of Fleet Admiral and his leg.

We also get a flashback to Kuzan joining the Blackbeard Pirates:

NGL, it’s pretty sus that Kuzan and Blackbeard just happened to end up at the same place. I don’t feel like this stops the speculation that Kuzan is undercover, especially considering some of the things he says:

Back at Ohara, he says

Later, when he saves Smoker from Doflamingo on Punk Hazard, he tells Smoker

(Side note, this is very much like what Law tells Smoker about why he became a Warlord--seeing things at a different angle.)

Kuzan, despite being with Blackbeard at this point, is calling himself independent. And he says,

Which brings us to what he says on Hachinosu:

He’s acting according to his own wishes, not the World Government’s and not Blackbeard’s. After all, consider what Blackbeard says when he recruits Kuzan:

Kuzan clearly has his own agenda here--one he’s had in mind and has been inspired by for a long time, only now he feels free to act on it--and if he has to fight Garp to keep up his place in their midst until his goals are achieved, he will do so. 

(I just want to take a moment to note that we have yet another contrast between Blackbeard and Luffy; Luffy’s crew is full of his friends who fight for one another and want to help each other achieve their dreams. Blackbeard’s crew is entirely transactional.)

The way he phrases the need to make sure Coby isn’t rescued is also telling:

The optics would be bad for his mission if Coby got out in his watch, and that’s the only concern. He’s not a true believer here; he’s doing what is necessary for whatever his mission is.

So, Kuzan is an immovable object and Garp is an unstoppable force. They collide.

AND NOW TO THE PART OF THE CHAPTER THAT WILL BE LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN FOR THE REST OF FOREVER.

Oh no.

WELL, THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.

This panel... hit me like a physical blow. Law’s been on the Tang since he was 16. I’m emotional about it.

Law whumps so pretty, sorry not sorry. (Add this to the file with him on the Heart Throne in Dressrosa and being tortured in Wano.) Bepo is... really adorable? And I love that the two of them are together here? Bepo’s with his captain, and I cry. This was also a brutal fight since it was Blackbeard and three Titanic commanders vs. the Hearts.

And another Rocky Port mention:

So, this confirms that Law got his hundred hearts at Rocky Port, and they’re all still on Hachinosu.

Meanwhile, Bepo (in another adorable panel) eats a new rumble ball from Chopper. (Can we talk about Chopper making this for Bepo? Chopper, bb, I love you so much.)

Law, stop being so pretty while you’re bloodied up.

Blackbeard knows about the Perennial Youth Operation, which is not surprising since he’s been hunting down Devil Fruits and Law’s is known as the Ultimate Devil Fruit. It’s interesting, too, that when Blackbeard ambushes Law, he says it’s for Law’s poneglyphs, but when Law is defeated, he talks about his Devil Fruit instead.

(Speaking of Law’s poneglyphs, did Blackbeard get them? With the Tang sinking and the captain and navigator escaping... wouldn’t it be ironic if he ambushed Law for his poneglyphs only to forget to take them in his victory.)

AND CHOPPER’S GIFT LETS BEPO GO SULONG WITHOUT THE FULL MOON. HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPE.

This bear, who is constantly apologizing for silly things, TAKES ON BLACKBEARD AND HIS TITANIC CAPTAINS to protect Law. I love their friendship so much.

Bepo takes Law and escapes in the sea. (Fun fact, polar bears can swim about 6 mph/10 kmh, and the longest known distance a polar bear has swum is 220 miles/354 km. So, Bepo is capable of getting Law to safety.)

Also, Law is leaving his hat and Kikoku behind -- two of his most visible signifiers. This... this hurts.

I am genuinely heartbroken by this moment. We know how much Law cares for his crew; he sent them to Zou to protect them from Doflamingo, and he gave himself up to be tortured in Wano to rescue Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. He takes his role protecting his people very seriously, so he begs Bepo to turn around even though he’s in no shape to do anything. He just won’t abandon them (reminds me of him refusing to abandon Luffy if he were to die in Dressrosa).

But Bepo tells Law to trust in the Hearts. They’re tough and they’re survivors. This makes me think the Hearts will survive and regroup offscreen while Law and Bepo get away. (I can’t help but think, though, about the Hearts scattered on Winner Island and in the water and how Blackbeard is involved in the slave trade. Could you imagine the rage if Blackbeard sold the Hearts into slavery and Law had to rescue them? Or, if Blackbeard brings the survivors back as prisoners and lets the pirates with missing hearts at them... Yikes.)

Despite being conscious, Law must be in really bad shape for Bepo to be worried about him dying here. (I get that going underwater is safer against threats like Van Augur here, but Law is a badly-wounded Devil Fruit eater... he’s not going to be able to stay under very long, Bepo, heh.)

I want to examine, for a second, the way the defeat of the Hearts is framed versus the defeat of the Kid Pirates (versus the defeat of the Straw Hats in Sabaody).

“Winner Island, New World. On this day, the Heart Pirates, led by Trafalgar Law, were soundly defeated.”

“On this day, in the New World by Elbaf, the Kid Pirate crew, led by Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid, a man worth 3 billion, was completely eradicated.”

“Grove 12, Sabaody Archipelago, the Grand Line. That day, the Straw Hat Pirates, led by Captain Monkey D. Luffy, were eradicated.”

It’s quite noticeable how much more dramatically both the Kid Pirates’ and the Straw Hats’ defeats were described. For one thing, the descriptions of the Kid Pirates’ and Straw Hats’ defeats are more flowery. 

Plus, the use of the word “eradicated,” which sounds permanent. Obviously, the Straw Hats weren’t permanently broken up, but they are separated for two years. It’s a dramatic defeat. We don’t know what happened to the Kid Pirates, but it didn’t look good, as both Kid and Killer, who can’t swim, were thrown into the water. On the other hand, the Hearts are described as being “defeated” while Law and Bepo escape.

So, what comes next? On the one hand, it would make a lot of sense for Bepo to get Law to safety and then call the Straw Hats. This could be a great excuse to get Law back onto the Sunny for the duration, especially since his goal to learn about the Will of D. is aligned with Luffy’s without competing with his. Plus, you know Luffy wouldn’t hesitate to help Law.

On the other hand, if we think about where Law is in conjunction to the other two captains...

He’s closer to Elbaf than Egghead. It would not shock me if we start to see all these plotlines (Straw Hats, Kuzan, Law) converge on Elbaf.

Ugh, this chapter has completely wrecked me.

[onesidedradiostatic]

So you know how I said something about writing a fic inspired by your existence. I've started a little, but I don't know, I fear that the way I write might be confusing in some parts. So I'd very much like to hear your thoughts, if you want to share them

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“Indeed, I quite enjoy our commonalities. I’ve always found more fun in spending time with my radio and friends than looking for someone I haven’t met.”

What if you’ve met them now? Vox thought, discreetly, not at all looking into Alastor’s lovely red eyes. Shoot! Vox downed another drink, hopping Al didn’t think him weird. Still, can’t leave a friend hanging, say something.

“I love you.” WHAT!!? NO! NOT THAT! “I- I- I mean, there is someone I love.?” Yeah, sure, he’s totally gonna buy that.

“I- Good for you?” Alastor started unfiltered, surprised, before going back to his normal, lovely radio voice. “And who might that be, my good fellow?” Wait, he bought it? No, don’t be an idiot! He’s totally psyching us out! Well, I’ll play your game and I’ll win!

“You know, just a cool dude with the pretties’ eyes and loveliest smile.”

“A dude?” Alastor questioned. Wait. Why does he sound so confused over that? Did- he had actually bought it?! Wait. We just told him we like guys, right? Is that, bad? What if he hates us now? What if he thinks we’re weird? Awful? Repugnant? There’s no way he doesn’t know we love him now! Practically said it to his face twice! Twice! No! I can’t handle that! Please! I- we have to save this.

“Hey Al, just forget I said anything.” Please. You’re the best thing in my life. So, whatever happens, please, stay. I need you. ___

I feel I need to rework some of the above parts, but unsure off how. Regardless, I hope my characterisation so far is good, I'd imagine that the love Vox has is more an obsession that genuine care and Al is just living his best life having fun and not really picking up anything Vox is putting down. I especially like this little exchange:

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“Vox.”

“Yeah?” He could see that once genuine smile turn sinister. Oh. Hot.

“This is hell, everyone here is a repugnant wrench, so if anyone ever tells you you’re wrong. Just relay that me, I’m sure we can make some use of their meeker existence. Everyone has a voice, after all, and if they want to use it so much, who are we to say no to helping them? Right dear friend?”

“Yeah.” Vox couldn’t help but join in on the sinister smile. This is exactly what makes Alastor, just so Alastor. He genuinely cares and will make any opponent of his friends another key in his piano of the dammed. A horror feared by all, but a few, and Vox is one of those few. ___

I just- their dynamic is so fun Alastor being all "Yay! Murder!" while Vox just thinks "OMG! He's doing all this for me?! There is no way he doesn't love me!" I think one exchange that exemplifies that is:

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“Oh! I wouldn’t say I’m the best at giving advice when it concerns matters of the heart. Me being heartless and all that. Hah!”

Alastor’s little chuckle is one which Vox can’t help but adore. He’s probably heartless because he’s already put his heart in a box and is just waiting for the moment he can give it to me. I’m reserved, special, he’s waiting for me. He can only be mine and I only his.

“I’m pretty heartless too.” Vox respond, joining in Alastor’s play. He doesn’t mind being a puppet on a string, as long as he can play the most important part.

“Oh, I’m quite aware dear friend."

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He's just can't think, there is only Alastor in his head. Plus Alastor not understanding that there is a misunderstanding is just making Vox believe in the delusion more. Bet his screensaver was Alastor themed before they had their falling out Also, sorry for this being quite long Hope you have a lovely day at least!

(reference to this ask)

hi sorry for responding to this late, hard to say much without a full story but I appreciate the thought of it being inspired by me 🫡🫡, but yes I do love vox being down bad for alastor, exploring some of the period-typical homophobia definitely is interesting, alastor could easily have not had that normalised for him and vox... depends on how much he ventured through his bisexuality in life or whether he only accepted it in death. his screensaver being alastor themed skjdfkglhl. very true

[gracieart]

You’re seriously going to take drawing requests from A Court of Thought?!? Someone who routinely lies, gaslights, bullies, and blocks Elriels? You were truly one of my fave people on this platform but watching you pander to Eluciens…whew, the respect I’ve lost.

Hello anon. I seem to have upset another one of you.

First and foremost, I am going to draw whatever I want and I'm not going to apologize to you. Let me just get that out in the air.

And for now, we are just going to ignore how you seem entitled to me, my art, my free time, and what I decide to do so we can quickly address your concern here.

I want to preface this by saying I sat on this ask for hours because I was genuinely so confused where this came from. I literally had no idea what you were referring to. I thought ‘A Court of Thought’ was you trying to criticize me for taking art prompts for A Court of Thorns and Roses and that you were saying I do all those things you mention. Which, as you can imagine, made me very sad.

But it finally dawned on me (after one of my friends pointed it out to me) that you were referring to the comment I replied to from the blog ACourtofThought.

After that realization, your comment started to make sense… for the most part.

Now, I have never once spoken to or even heard of this person before they commented on one of my posts. I know absolutely nothing about them. I’ve never even seen one of their posts. But if what you say is true, then you should know there is no possible way I could have even heard of them before, as I have a long list of anti tags blocked and have a strict no negativity policy on all my blogs. If you knew me at all, or if I was one of your favorite people on this platform, as you claim, then you should know that about me at the very least. I make it very very clear I do not deal with that kind of negativity.

And you know, not everyone in this fandom chooses to surround themselves with negativity. I hope you free yourself from this, truly.

I am not upset that you talked down to me, hurt my feelings, and insulted me. No, I’m mostly upset about the fact that you immediately jumped to the worst conclusions about me. The fact is I simply replied to a nice comment I saw on a post I made. That’s it. You saw that and thought “Wow, this woman is siding with this person I really dislike. And she obviously knows exactly who this person is and why I dislike them so much. So how dare she!”

…That is what you thought, am I wrong?

This is unwarranted and out of context. I am not “pandering” to Eluciens. I was simply asking my very kind mutuals, who happen to like that ship, if they had any prompts they wanted me to draw. And I tagged Elucien in that post so it reached other people. I have so many nice and genuine friends on here who ship all kinds of things, and I want to create something that makes them happy too. Is that a crime?

What if I told you I’m the exact same person I’ve always been? What if I told you that all the while I’ve been one of your “favorite people on this platform,” I’ve been doodling Elucien for some of my longest friends. Would you still have had any respect for me left to lose if you knew that all along?

I won’t talk about the ships here. If you want to know about that, go see my response to the other ask I answered yesterday.

When I first saw this ask, I’ll admit it upset me very much. So much so that I couldn’t get anything done for most of the day because I was so sad that someone would say something like this to me. But I’ve had a whole day to think about this, and I’ve come to one conclusion: I really don’t think you had much respect for me to begin with if you are so quick to turn around and talk down to me and insult me after I seemingly did something to offend you.

And if I did offend you, you could have easily just unfollowed me and moved on. But… you chose to go out of your way to insult me. Why?

I am sorry you are stuck in a place where you feel like you have to assume the worst of people. I’m sorry you have found yourself surrounded with so much negativity in this fandom. Fandom is a place for people to come together because they enjoy something, and I am truly sorry you’ve fallen into the part of the fandom that doesn’t comprehend that.

I’ll never begin to understand why people can’t see that kindness is so much easier. But at least I have a lovely circle of friends on here I can fall back on. Friends who have different opinions, who ship different things, or like other stuff. Friends who are in a completely different circle, but are the kindest, most compassionate people I’ve ever met.

Anon, I truly wish for you to find that for yourself. Try surrounding yourself with kind people who like different things. You will be so much happier. Trust me. There are so many nice people out there once you step outside your own circle.

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Horror Villains with a sweet, sunshine incarnate S/O.

Includes: Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. If you see a theme… sh.

Warnings: Some references to, like, murder and stuff but that’s about it. This actually is so fluffy?? I’m sorry 😅😅😅

Erik Destler:

(Older Timeline)

Oh- boy. Erik really needs someone like this in his life. You will be saving him. He’s such a grump, and mean, and thinks the whole world is against him (Which, apparently, it is. But I guess that’s what happens when you make a deal with satan.)

Just someone who will see him, and smile because you’re happy to see him! You wanted to see him and you’re not put off by his look or his brash (mean) manner! Tell him you missed him throughout the day and he has to force himself not to run of in a dramatic flourish of cape and dust.

If you bake stuff, and you bring him some ‘just cuz’ you thought he would like it? He’s suspicious at first, wandering if you’re intending to poison him. And he says as much, not even moving to touch the cupcake you’re offering him. Yeah, for a while you’re going to be taking the first bite out of whatever it is you bring him because even after the first few times, he’s concerned that you’re only leading him into a false sense of security.

When he finally does trust you, its subtle differences that show it. He leaves the door open to his cave when he knows you’re going to stop by, he tells you not to slip when there’s a mess around (Which is, basically, always. His home is always in a state of artistic chaos) and eventually even takes you by the hand to lead you through??, he actually sits down when you’re around (No longer two seconds from attacking, or escaping), and he even s m i l e s a little bit??????????

Y/N!! Call him handsome!! He might believe it coming from you! Well, he’ll believe that you believe it. And that’s nice enough.

Of course, he spies on you during the day while you’re in the opera house. Dear god, if he hears you telling someone all about your ‘unnamed boyfriend’ and how wonderful he is, you’re gonna hear something falling and breaking behind the closest wall because he nearly had a heart attack-

Your friend: How about you? Do you have your eye on anyone, huhh?

You: Oh I actually have someone! He’s wonderful, and so talented- I wish you could hear his music, he -*Basically you just say so many many lovely things about him*

Erik, behind a wall: *Falls over*

Basically the two of your are like Dawn and the Bog King, from Strange magic XD (If they had ended up together)

Last dot point. If someone were to hurt you? Like, genuinely get you down? Make you cry in front of him???? Well he doesn’t know how to comfort you, so the best he can do is go scare the living bejesus out of that person. Or kill them.

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy has a ball with you! At first its just so much fun for him to take that light out of your eyes- conjure up dreams that are nice, and happy, and beautiful… and then tear them apart and watch your face fall. That’s fun for him. A lot, of fun.

But once you’ve actually become friends (Or more) he finds your sweet disposition to be pretty damn cute, honestly.

He especially likes how you always laugh at his stupid ass jokes! Genuinely! Because, yes- this is a person he’s needed! A captive audience, yes, he can work with this! No one appreciates his liners like you.

You get nicknames like Peaches, Sunshine, Princess (Your gender does not matter to him, you could be a big burly dude and he’ll call you Princess. You might even hate being called Princess- and it’ll just make him use it more), little angel, Rosie, any sweet food he can think of, etc.

Oh my lord, he’s constantly doing that stupid thing where he taps his cheek like ‘Gimmie a kiss?’ and then turns his head at the last minute so you get a big smooch on the mouth.  Probably with tongue. I hope you like that XD

On days where you’re down, he’s totally thrown for a loop and will do just about anything to make you smile. Dumb jokes? Presents? Affection? Compliments? Apologies??? He’s got it all in spades and he won’t leave you alone until you’re happy again. He’ll put his hat on your head, he’ll drag you in to dance with him, he’ll carve you your favourite animal out of wood.

When he’s in a mood, you’re the only one who’s safe to be around him. In fact he’ll seek you out. Wouldja give him a smile? … Please?... (I imagine his voice to crack when he uses his manner words XDD )

Of course, you will! Sit next to him and wrap yourself around his arm and chatter to him until he’s better. Make cheesy jokes (… so I went to the zoo the other day. They only had one dog. It was a Shitzu- okay I’m sorry that’s really really dumb isn’t it??! How about this- ), flick his hat up so its not covering his eyes anymore (Lemme see that handsome face, there he is!), press your forehead to his shoulder- you just show you care about the old bastard. Its novel to him, someone being so sweet to him, and he eventually calms down to his regular mood.

Also you two do this thing where you try to keep straight faces while trying to make the other laugh and you almost always lose.

Inkubus:

Oh! Yes! Dark, villainous, smooth-talking Inkubus with the sweetest S/O is totally perfect.  He thinks you’re absolutely adorable and wants to protect you from the evil of the world (Except him. His apologies, but you’re stuck with him.).

Your big happy smiles warm his black heart and ohhhh, pity the poor idiots that ever try to hurt you, make you sad, or mad. The first thing they see when they get home is his evil smile and the last thing they’ll feel is a knife in their chest as they choke on their own blood.

Not that he would tell you about what he did, he just gets home and asks you how your day was. Did anyone bother you? Also probably brings home dinner, too. He can multitask. (Puts in the order at the food place, then hops over to the assholes house to kill uhhh… some time…  before the foods ready)

Oh theirs blood under his fingernails? Don’t pay any mind to that dear.

Just… just picture it? Inkubus in his full black and grey, then there’s you beside him radiating sunlight chattering away and he’s listening intently, nodding along and occasionally asking a question.

And- he does love you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to mess with you, he can’t help it.

You get home one day and ask him how his day was as he gets up to make you a cup of tea after a long day, and he details a very long, terrible day of burning down orphanages and following women down dark alleyways. Then, once you’re appropriately freaked, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, he chuckles and tells you he was kidding.

Though- not entirely. He’ll mutter just loud enough for you to HEAR HIM, before asking you which mug you would prefer this evening.

Like Erik, he spies on you. What? He doesn’t have a job, he has very little to do during the day. So why not follow you to work and see what’s going on? He loves how you respond to other men flirting with you- just saying ‘thank you!’ all cheery and lovely, before swiftly walking off. He finds it so amusing, and very very cute.

He’ll let you have and/or do almost anything, honestly. You’re his sunshine. So if you wanna maybe… dress him up?? He’ll groan and sigh about it but just give him that smile and those bright eyes and he wont say no.

Mayor Buckman:

Perfect, haha XD He can be pretty cheery himself as long as things are going his way! And when they’re not, when he does that thing where he goes all dark and the whole town gets glary?? You just need to put a hand on his arm and tilt your head to the side, and ask if he’s okay? Give him a little smile, too? And he cheers right up.

Here’s the thing- Buckman is high energy. And he loves to dance with you at jubilees, pull you off to the side and twirl you. He’ll even dip you, if it’ll make you laugh. It might surprise you when he does it, too.

He’ll do a similar thing if he sees that you’re down. He’ll take your hand and lead you away carefully, like c’mon darlin just one dance… for me. Slowly he’ll guide you around and talk to you, making little jokes here and there, until you cheer up and give a laugh.

Oh- my- goodness, it stresses him out when you inevitably get along so well with Boone XDD Like- his ex-wife?? And his sweetheart??? What are they saying about me???? He’ll hang around when the two of you get to talking just to make sure nothing untoward is being said about him, and maybe to distract you if he can. Like Oh Howdy there Y/N! I need your help with something darlin far away from here right now, please come with me. Bye Boone-

(You both know exactly what he’s doing, especially when he finally gets you away and he just says he wanted some attention from you all sweet and totally fake, but it’s just too funny so you don’t really care)

He does stuff for you just to make you smile, not that its hard. But he like, brings you breakfast in bed, requests your favourite songs when there’s a band, takes you on special dates like picnics, draws you warm baths if you’re stressed or unwell, etc.

God help the poor bastard that hurts your feelings. That’s all I’m saying for that one, Buckman’s messed the fuck up and he’s not great at hiding it.

YOUR BIRTHDAY is an EVENT. Like, a town event. Literally like the guts and glory jubilee, there’s a banner, there are preparations, and he probably tries to make it a surprise but you see the towns folk setting up under the blanket of night time the evening before. The effort still, obviously, moves you though. The celebrations last the whole day, he wears your favourite colour, he’s actually glued to your side almost the whole day (Just except for when he has to make sure that something is perfect for you), and the whole thing ends with the two of you alone under the stars, away from the party.

Basically nothing is too much for his sunshine.

… Honestly Buckman’s a bit of a sugar daddy.

Stuart Lloyd:

Stuart, is not a sugar daddy XD He’s got no money, sorry XD

You are literally the only thing keeping him from depression- not to freak you out or anything. Stuart is not happy with his life, but he is amazed at you- you want to be with him? You smiling at him?? You still being there in the morning the first night you stay over at his little place??

He likes to take videos of you, whether it be on his phone or on actual video camera, or taken off video surveillance at work. You don’t really have to be doing anything partially dazzling, but he will direct you a little bit (He can’t help it. It’s his new thing.). Like, you’re just eating your breakfast and he’ll ask you to lean back so you’re not casting such a shadow on your cereal, or you’ll be sketching on the couch and he asks if you can look more serene, or you’ll just be brushing your hair and he asks if you’re happy to step more into the sunlight.

Luckily, you’re happy to play along, bat those eyelashes at the camera and flash a grin.

Both of your favourite videos, though, are the ‘bonus features’. He comes up to you and asks you some questions, and you pat the seat next to you so he’ll be in the scene too and its just the two of you chatting and you laughing and him looking fucking lucky as hell.

He watches these mundane little movies when he’s down at work and sighs- just a few more hours, then he can see you again.

You stroke his ego quite a bit haha. He absolutely loves it when you call him ‘Mr Director’, all cheeky. Or just tell him you love him, or his movies are really good, or you missed him while he was at work. Or!! You saw this thing and thought of him??? Good god, are you trying to kill him??  

Stuarts not very touchy but he likes it when you initiate! Just snuggle in next to him when he’s editing or just drinking his morning coffee and lay a blanket out over you both cuz its chilly, or give him a kiss before work, or lay your head on his shoulder when you’re sleepy. He’ll feel loved and wanted and- again- lucky.

When you’re down he doesn’t really know what to do. He tries to make jokes but he’s not super great at them, all stuttery and second guessing himself. He’ll try to show you movies that have made you smile before, but it doesn’t really work. He asks who’s at fault for this (Maybe they could be in a future movie of his?? It’s going to be a gory one, for sure) but a lot of the time its not because of someone else. He’ll put on your favourite movies and make popcorn.

When something finally works he’s so relieved to have his sweet person back, and listens intently to whatever you say.

[levmada]

Hi lovely! Your writing makes me melt it's sooo good! Just thought I'd send a lil request for drabble if you want sometime - modern AU sick Levi being all needy and desperate for attention and love. Can be gender neutral reader, established relationship pls? Also no vom as I'm emetophobic 🙃 just want to give him the love and attention he deserves ❤️❤️❤️ thank you in advance, your blog is pure bliss 😘

THIS TURNED SO MUCH MORE ANGSTY THAN I EXPECTED - HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FLUFF ANYWAY! ive been having health issues lately too which made this double fun to write.

content/warnings: references to death, sick!Levi... needy Levi, hurt/comfort, modern au

wc: 2.2k

Levi has been anxious lately. Along with the fact that anxious is something he never is, you blink in a flutter, because he's right behind you, still asleep.

He works from home, but for one thing, Levi is always awake before you, he went to sleep before you last night, too, and for yet another, he has been holed up in the study for week straight, avoiding you. You wrote it off as a heavier-than-usual workload, but this is so unlike him you don’t hesitate to roll over and kiss him awake.

He stirs slowly, brows furrowed, then sniffles.

You kiss him on the cheek, his unbearably warm cheek. Suspicious, you raise the back of his hand to his forehead. He’s pelting off heat like an oven.

Levi chooses then and there to twitch awake, shying back and blinking rapidly. “What’s—” he clears his throat, “—what’s wrong?”

His voice is especially scratchy. Not ‘he just woke up and he sounds incredibly sexy’ scratchy, but it sounds like he’s swallowing nails to speak.

“Hey, you,” you whisper, and now that he’s rolled onto his back, you squirm forward and cradle both his cheeks in your palms. “How long have you had a fever?”

Your hands are mercifully cool. He swallows heavily, and fails to pretend he doesn’t feel utter relief—the brief sigh, his eyes floating shut. He covers his face, especially his nose.

“I’m fine.”

What did you expect?

“Really?” you sigh, exasperated.

He blinks up at you, long and slow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Wrong.”

“What time is it?”

You glare playfully. “Time for you not to move from this bed. I’m getting a thermometer. I’ll tie you down if I have to.”

He scoffs. It sounds atrocious. “Really?”

“I promise.”

He glares. You know he’s sick because that’s as much fight he puts up, shrugging you gently away.

You will take the victory.

Levi is burning up. By the time you returned with the thermometer, he was asleep again, and by the time you came back with something to help the… flu?—he was again dozing.

“Take this, and drink plenty of water.”

You’re surprised that he’s totally unconcerned with whether he’s contagious. Touching your arm turns into a gentle tug when you pull away. “Where you going?”

Your brow arches. “To get a mask…?”

“It’s not…” He struggles, clearing his throat. “That’s not necessary. It happens sometimes.”

It hasn’t been long since you moved in together. For some months out the year he gets sick, but he didn’t talk about it after missing classes for college, and he didn’t talk about it before now. You immediately have the suspicion that there’s something important he’s failed to tell you. Something he’s still hesitant to admit.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise. “I’ll make a cold press for your fever.”

After soaking a rag, Levi has shoved all the blankets off, a grimace etched into his expression.

“Here,” you murmur, your stomach sinking, and lay it, folded, across his forehead. If him suffering like this is what you’ve missed all this time, you’re angry at yourself for not pushing to take care of him harder. Infamously, he pushes away any and all concern whenever he can.

But now, it seems he can’t stand to let you leave. He leans into the palm you place on his cheek, holding your wrist.

“Is whatever this is part of why you’ve been so anxious lately?”

He seems genuinely surprised you’ve noticed. “Check the back of the drawer.”

You're confused, but you do as he asks to find a bottle of pills with a name of a drug that looks like keyboard smash. It has his name on it.

While you're distracted, he starts to talk; slowly, and then quickly, as if he has kept this to himself for too long and the words need to spill out. “Remember... what I told you, about how I lost her? Back then, we didn't have medicine, it's a syndrome and that treats it so I'll be fine. It's genetic. But it's fine.”

You braced yourself for the inevitable sorrow that follows whenever Levi talks about his childhood, but you didn't expect that at all. Genetic?—You're immediately filled with anxiety, doesn't matter his insistences that it's fine.

You pop the cap open—one dose every day, okay—and feed it to him, tipping the water so he can drink. He's extraordinarily lethargic. It takes little effort to nudge him back down when he tries to sit up. You fluff some pillows instead, and kiss his forehead, gently ordering him to tell you if he needs anything.

Levi hates being pitied. You hide your fear well-enough, but he can tell. Of course he can tell. He sluggishly pats you on the head, seemingly relieved that you don't demand he broaches the subject further.

His eyes close. “Cold,” he mumbles, almost whining.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, and fix his blankets, tucking them up to his chin. For a little distraction, you switch on the TV as well.

"Need anything else?"

He has already dozed off.

You don't let yourself worry, in fact, you refuse as you fix a breakfast—golden toast with honey and butter for Levi; maybe he can stomach something light, and an energy bar for yourself; who cares about your wellbeing right now?—and get the morning chores out of the way. You make sure to phone Levi's work as well and let them know he'll be missing for a few days.

"Hot," he whines upon waking, and so you roll his blankets off. There are stars in his eyes when he spots the breakfast, mumbling this and that about how you didn't have to as he accepts it. You comb back his bangs—which are a little snaggled and damp—while he carefully picks away at it. Even if you thought about getting up, or slowing down, his hand reaches up and pins yours in a very obvious signal.

"Thanks," he whispers—his voice really is shot—before you do away with the tray.

He watches you, frowning. "Kiss."

"Kiss?" You smile, take his knuckles, and kiss them. "Like this?"

He glares, and paws for your shoulder until you give in, pressing a slow, soft kiss to his lips. His hand doesn't leave your jaw the whole time.

He takes this chance to use leverage from your shoulder to accomplish some semblance of sitting up. "Gonna make you lunch."

"Oh, no you don't," you snort, guiding him back down until his head hits the pillow. "You know what would make me the happiest girlfriend in the world right now?"

"No," Levi bluffs.

"For you—" you poke his nose, which scrunches, "—to rest."

"Stay."

Your brow arches. You never would've expected Levi being needy when he's sick. Those just don't go together.

"Poor baby," you murmur. You swaddle him, hoping to be reassuring. Partly, you do want, need, him to rest, but the other part wants to clean the study for him. He deserves it.

Levi makes a face.

"I'm always here, okay? I'll wake you up for lunch."

He doesn't look the least-bit satisfied, but he lets you go and rolls away from you, his huff very loud and very bratty.

His shoulders start to wrack with little shivers. You bundle him up.

You assume he's going to sleep a lot to recover—every time you’ve step in to check since lunch, he’s curled up on his side, arms crossed, eyes closed—so you get to work in the study, dusting, then spotting paperwork out of place, which you file accordingly. For once, the best part is the more you accomplish, the more there is to do.

You know more about what Levi's mother was like than how she died, which is the way it should be. Only when you catch him feeling especially wistful, he will reluctantly launch into one of his stories about her. Once, he had even showed you an old picture, and god, she looked just like him: the same high cheekbones and pointed chin, stormy eyes (albeit hers were a little more open), and the same button nose. When you pointed that out, he was quiet for the rest of the day besides a simple 'Thank you'. You decided it was a good thing.

But the vague fact about her death is what troubles you. Death. Death belongs in no conversation where it isn't a faraway topic that happens sometimes, but cold reality that could steal your loved ones away at the drop of a hat.

You know what he said, but you feel sick. Against your better judgment, you're just leaning up the broom back in the closet when you notice him standing at the doorway.

He looks a little stunned in his disheveled state, glancing around. "You cleaned for me?"

"I cleaned for you," you reply sheepishly. "I hope it's up to your standards."

It feels shitty to know he had to get out of bed to request something of you. In the first place, you know Levi feels guilty to be taken care of like this.

"Definitely not..." he grumbles petulantly, cheeks red, or is that the fever? "C'mere."

His skin runs less warm now, opposed to earlier. You resist the urge to sigh with relief, and wait in the embrace for him to ask about dinner, or even running a bath, but that doesn't happen.

He holds you close, and speaks over your shoulder. "Look, I, I don't wanna be alone while I'm sleeping it off. I just." His shoulders hunch. "It happened while I was sleeping."

You sense the very moment Levi is about to dismiss this as stupid. Even though he will recover, he can't shake the fear, and you don't blame him. Apparently, the illness recurs every several months and goes on for a few days if treated early like you two did.

You agree without hesitation.

For the first night, after a small dinner and peppermint tea, you swaddle him with his head resting on your chest, asleep. At first, you were reading together, and Levi is slower than you, so you always obediently waited for him to turn the page, until his breathing slowed and relaxed, his hand resting across your waist.

You kiss the top of his head reverently, the book momentarily forgotten. Every few hours, you'll wake him up like he asked, keeping a religious monitor on his fever in the meanwhile.

And the next morning, again you wake first, on your belly with a very heavy, warm body halfway-draped across your back. So early in the morning, you could laugh.

You snicker instead, and your squirming wakes him with a sleepy groan. He hugs you tighter.

"How you feeling?" you ask, now that he's laid facing you. Before he says anything, you feel his forehead. Much better that yesterday.

"Good morning to you, too," he sasses.

You give him a pointed look. You fretted for half the night over this, in honesty, and your mind is still heavy.

"Better."

He certainly sounds it. You're curious about the recovery time, because either Levi's immune system is extraordinary, or it's a short illness. Both?

After feeding him his medicine, he divulges how long it really was, weeks, to your frown, because that's even worse.

This shit is life-saving.

"If there was medicine..." he mumbles, trails off.

"You were just a kid," you assure, tucking a piece of stray bangs behind his ear. "It wasn't your responsibility, but now, everything's going to be okay."

Levi at least looks convinced about the last thing.

And true to it, he spends more of the second day whining about how shitty he feels than sleeping. His most pressing request is kisses, which you give him whenever you woke him up.

“Are you done yet? I’m fucking freezing.”

You look up from your book. He's giving you the most precious puppy-dog eyes from across the room, where you're sat in the lounge chair.

He's coated in blankets. Smiling, you saunter over and crawl under the covers. You immediately hear a soft, satisfied sigh as he curls up.

By day five, it's as if Levi was never sick. Whenever he can get out of bed without swaying, he takes immediate responsibility of chores, breakfast, and cleaning (though you managed to shoo him from the stove at least).

You catch him at lunchtime, pushing around a grilled cheese in the skillet with a spatula, and come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hums, and melts back against you. "Hey, sweetheart."

"I love you," you sing-song. Now that you have no room left to be worried, you want to shower him in affection. "I love you soo much."

Levi snorts, and shrugs you off. "I believe you. Don't make me ruin your lunch."

Of course he's making lunch for you first. You stand aside, hand around his waist. "But you deserve to know how much I love you, and you deserve even more to hear it."

He shakes his head, blushing fiercely. "I should've told you beforehand. You were freaked out."

"Not that badly," you lie. As worried as you were, no part of you is angry at him.

"I'll get you back when it's your turn to be sick."

"Is that a promise?"

A hint of a smirk turns up his lips. "You did everything but breathe for me for a week straight—"

"Five days—"

"So yes—" he turns and flicks your forehead. "—it is."

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Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader

Warnings & Info/Notice: She/Her pronouns for Reader as this is based on a dream I had when I was sick a year ago (writer's block is a mother…) so there's some fever-influence to the shenanigans and plot before "Bounty Lost" of Season 1; first time I've ever written something about our beloved Clone Force 99 crew (minus Crosshair in this fic) so be gentle with me. 👉👈 

No real need for an age warning for a comfort+fluff piece, mentions of medical paraphernalia, great chance for inaccuracies: some are purposeful to reflect Reader's sickly state, some are likely genuine writer error because I am long overdue for a series re-watch of TCW so references and characterizations might be result of misremembering. Star Wars swearing present. Dialogue heavy.

Word-count: 5,813

Blastdoors hissed once, twice. Off to the left, weary feet and stiff shoulders were freed of mud-caked footwear and heavy supply pack before venturing further into the modified housing space. There was a comfortable and easy silence painted over the place for once, no immediate indication anyone else would be here to the unfamiliar passer-by. 

"Did you hear that?! She's back!" 

Something stopped beeping in the distance momentarily. "Hear what?" 

"Hah! Course Tech wouldn't have been able to hear anything other than his little toys!" 

"They are not toys, Wrecker; it's important to make sure all my diagnostic equipment are in proper working order on a regular basis to avoid delays during critical moments. Like on Bracca."

One could be almost entirely sure the others would be glancing at one another by now with the silent look of Oh Maker, please make it stop between whoever had been lucky, or unlucky, enough to catch another's eyes.

"Guh, I don't want to go back to Bracca any time soon, once was enough for me… But, uh, h-how do you know it's her, Omega?" Light and speedy footsteps lead up the stairs as at least three of the Clone Force 99 members come to welcome a friend back home. "Hunter said she almost always steps to the left of the blastdoors to take care of dirty footwear and her gear when she gets back if she doesn't have to talk to Cid first. Right Hunter?" 

Right Hunter? was just a rhetorical question, one Tech hadn't quite yet caught onto before Omega was already excitedly hugging the young woman before he would've had the chance to express his concern had the young Clone been wrong. "Ome-! Oh, nevermind, I see that you're right. Welcome back, [_____]. Good to see you safe." 

Responding with a drained smile for the moment, she released Omega and scooched the pack across the floor as more of the modified Clone unit joined her and the others upstairs. "Certainly glad to be safe, Lotho Minor and its acid rain was not something I prepared for… And uh, whatever that other planet was that I went to on a hunch looking for whatever it is Cid wanted didn't pan out either. Uh… Bogano! That's the one. Need a couple of nights of solid sleep before I try again. She's not going to like it if I told her any of that. Did find something else, at least." Bending at the waist to lift the pack off the floor and up to the table there was a sharp, short little crackling sort of sound when she inhaled that most picked up on.

Hunter's frown deepened when this provoked a cough she was fighting to stifle. "Y'alright, kid? Sounds like you've got the wind knocked out of you." Unsuccessfully hoping to put his concerns to rest with a dismissive wave of her hand and another stifled cough, she put on the best smile she could with a short chuckle. "I'm fine, Hunter. I just kicked up a lot of dust on Lotho Minor, I'm sure whatever settled into my lungs is just working it's way loose over time. Don't worry about me." Hunter certainly wasn't convinced, but he would let it go for now. After the brief hell they went through on Bracca with another one of their own succumbing to the inhibitor chips (fortunately for a short period of time, thank the Maker) and the scare that gave everyone, he wasn't exactly ready to put his men through another potential stressor so soon after all that. Ciddarin "Cid" Scaleback's other "employees" had their own set of stressors. Clone Force 99 largely kept to themselves as they navigated this changing galaxy for safety, and others did the same. Times like these you'd be smart to avoid rubbing into too many shoulders… but the young female scavenger was a little different.

Hunter trusted her well enough, scrappy and capable of holding her own, but she really didn't sound or look well presently. But there was no sense dwelling on it now when Omega and Wrecker were buzzing with excitement about her return. "Well, if ya say so." 

"Well, Hunter, I do," she teased, swatting the back of Wrecker's hand as he reached into her pack with a gentle laugh, "and leave that alone, silly. There's some delicate stuff in there. I was going to pull it out in a moment, don't go snooping." He gave a sheepish smile, stroking the back of his head a few times to soothe his guilt over touching her belongings without asking first once again. "Let's seeeee… found a few old components and scomp links that Tech or Echo or both may find useful for something or just mess around with. A surprising find you might like Hunter: a perfectly good blowtorch-zapper-drill-thing I don't know the proper name for; practically brand new! Think it's called an All-Kit? And, uh…" she came to an awkward pause in the middle of pulling something out once more, face falling from the bright smile she'd previously had. "I know it's… not something you all like to talk about much regarding what happened to your teammate, someone who felt like a brother to you guys; but if he ever does come back around and everyone reconciles, I found a nice scope that I hope Crosshair would like… b-based on what little I've heard." 

Omega laid her hand over the squeezing fist the resourceful scavenger was pushing into the table to stop herself from getting too emotional in front of everyone, so young and only able to do so much realistically. "That was awfully thoughtful and nice of you, [____]. I think he'd appreciate it. Be happy to know that you saw something and it made you think of him even when you haven't met him. Makes you a good person, in my opinion…" 

"Heh… Thanks Omega," she was pulled into a side-hug for a moment while [_____] brushed away tears with the back of her other hand to compose herself, "o-oh, and this is for you. I found a little droid I'm sure you'll have some fun with to get him up and running in no time. And noooow, I think the little guy got smooshed down to the bottom of the pack because it was the first thing I found; so sorry about that Wrecker. But I think he'll be okay! I thought your Lula could use a little friend." Freed from the pack, she passed over the souvenir to the final Clone who hadn't been given something yet.

It was a soft toy, roughly the size of a young Bogano Bogling, fashioned to look like a Loth-cat. That is, if a Loth-cat had floppy ears and were a little chubby; it was clearly a toy meant for and once loved dearly by a little child somewhere in the vast galaxy. One button eye was loose and there was a small split in one of the seams on the tail, but they were in decent shape otherwise. 

"Awwwh, thanks kid. That's real nice of ya. Like 'im already!" 

Smiling warmly after being swept into a vice-like hug, the young woman started to reply before her voice became a little faltered and scratchy. "I'm glad, I thought you might! I'll be happy to give him a little bit of TLC in the morning when I've had some sleep, and a chance to c-clear my lungs a- a bit more-!" Her shoulders jerked violently with each cough that had taken her by surprise, quickly found and given a chair to sit in with the wind knocked out of her just like that. 

Hunter hadn't let it go since the crackling sound even after she insisted she was fine a few times once she caught her breath (and Wrecker repeatedly apologized for another one of his crushing hugs not for the first time). Something definitely had settled into her lungs, but not on Lotho Minor since this hadn't started since arriving on Bogano. 

"Tech, we should run a health scan."

"Right. I'll have to sanitize and pre-"

"Less talking, more doing, Tech." 

"R-right, sorry." 

-x-

"She's contracted a bacterial infection."

The young woman blinks rapidly, eyes jerking over the room before she looks back to Tech. "What's that mean? You saying I got sick from something out there on Bogano?" 

"Well it didn't start until a few days after getting to the planet, so it is the most likely place for you to have gotten sick with some sort of respiratory infection based on what you told me before your health scan."

Wrecker grunted in confusion from the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest nervously. "Now wait just a sec, I thought you said this was a bacterial thing! Now it's a respi-something infection? Which is it?! I'm all confused!" 

Sighing sharply with a few wags of his head, Tech adjusted his eyewear before explaining things to Wrecker, pecking away at his datapad. "What I meant is it's a respiratory illness caused by a bacterial infection. Maybe even fungal, or from certain types of spores, depending on what plant life [____] came across during the trip she made to Bogano, on a hunch. But since we don't want to stress her respiratory system further, I can't ask her a lot of questions at this time; I'm trying to find flora, other environmental occurrences or elements that could have caused this or explain it for now. Fortunately for her, it doesn't look to be life-threatening. For the time being." 

Omega jumped down from Wrecker's knees and scoffed, "Well that's a cheerful thought, Tech…" scooping Lula off the floor, Omega laid her down on one of the flat surfaces near to [____] before she began tugging at the dusty sleeves of the woman's clothes, "you should wash up and get some rest. You haven't been sleeping well." Eyebrows jumped just a fraction, a tell of a nonverbal question. "You've got lines under your eyes, here and here, and you're a bit unfocused. Easily distracted or staring off in the distance. Drooping posture. You need a nap." 

"Oh do I," The scavenger laughed, lovingly threading her fingers through Omega's short crop of hair the way she often did, "is that an order?" Wagging her head and laughing with her, Omega tugged her sleeves again and pulled [____] behind her. "Nooo. But I can tell you over and over again like it was an order!" 

-x-

Koff! Koff! 

These coughs were getting worse. It was now plainly evident that [____] had gotten more than just a "little ill" like Omega had hoped when she noticed that it had been several hours since she'd gone to lay down "just for a bit" and planned for waking up around lunch. She had slept several hours past lunch, when she did wake up [____] looked somehow even more exhausted. And sicker. 

So much sicker. 

"By the Maker, you don't look so good, kid. I wouldn't-!"

"Echo, shh!" Omega hissed urgently, "Cid might hear you!" The Bad Batch were trying to keep Cid from finding out about her scavenger's health status before Tech could determine the contagion level, but now after Echo had called out to [____] to keep her from leaving her bunk it was unlikely the Trandoshan woman hadn't heard anything from the temporary quarters. 

The Trandoshans were known for their thrills in the hunt, so what could be said for Cid? Perhaps she had excellent hearing, or Echo was really loud. It was everyone's best guess to say it was both. Cid wasted little time getting down to the blast doors, but was unable to open them. "What's going on in there?! And why is this locked?!" Hunter gave Echo a silent oh, you've really done it now sort of look before he stepped up to the blastdoor and hovered his hand over it's control panel in case the Trandoshan was working on opening up what might be a necessary barrier in the event Cid's scavenger picked up something particularly contagious and severe.

"Afraid we can't let you come in, Cid," Hunter starts, "[____] got back earlier and she's not feeling well. Tech is trying to see if it's serious, so we're keeping everyone in until we know." 

"Sick!" Cid spat from the other side, "Why wasn't I told sooner?!" 

Echo nudged [____] deeper into the borrowed bunk (Wrecker's), short of using a disciplinary tone of voice with her for leaving it in the first place across the living quarters while their leader dealt with their employer. "Apologies," Hunter offered in a measured voice, "we had hoped to get the work-up completed so we could present everything at once, but it's taking longer than Tech anticipated." Hunter could practically see Cid heave the frustrated sigh he heard. "Can't Goggles hurry it up?"  

Tech was bowed over his datapad in a separate corner of the quarters, scowling and squinting at at least three different screens he'd been cycling through. He hadn't spoken to or even seemed to hear anything his brothers asked in at least the last hour and a half since lunch while he scrutinized current findings. "He's doing the best he can," Hunter promised, having faith his brother was doing everything and more to get that work-up sorted, "he'll get it done." 

"I'm not worried about him not getting it done, dark and broody, I'm worried about having at least… HunterTechEchoWreckerOmega[____] - SIX people not in any fit state to do jobs for me! I'm not running a quaint little hotel on some Outer Rim planet, here!" Hunter was uncertain if Cid meant to sound so callous, but he had the feeling it was Cid's way of worrying for them. If six people couldn't work one of her jobs for them, they couldn't receive pay. Though… Cid might be more upset about the interruption to her cash flow. "The moment Goggles figures out what's wrong with her, you better be snappy about contacting me." 

As expected. "Yes ma'am," Hunter grumbled with a note of bitter annoyance. "I'll be certain to." 

-x-

Whatever it was Tech said she had was past the most contagious period, thank the Maker, but she felt awful. Breathe too deeply and her lungs would give a sharp crackling before the prolonged coughing fits began. A hot wash in the showers again would make her too dizzy to be safely unattended, worried she'd faint. She felt submerged in Mustafar's lava fields one minute, and spelunking in Hoth's ice caverns in another. Her kriffing bones hurt. She couldn't sleep. But if she left the bunk, she was worried she'd wake up one of the men in the room; born and bred for war, they likely weren't deep sleepers (at least that's what she figured). She'd undoubtedly wake up their leader, Hunter, or perhaps Echo, who dealt with the chronic and residual pain of the cybernetics and phantom limb syndrome after his… experience on Skako-something… that usually made it difficult to fall or stay asleep some nights. 

She didn't want to get another concerned but well-meant lecture from either of them, and Tech… Well: If she woke him, he'd probably turn a voice of concern into a scolding tone without meaning to or being entirely aware he was doing so. She wanted to avoid that. Omega was going to be concerned about her and wake one of her brothers to help if [____] disturbed the young lady's sleep. 

And here, [____] wondered while stifling another cough what the snarky sharp-eyed sniper might do if he was woken… she'd heard so little about him. Crosshair. Skilled marksman. Sided with the Empire. An inhibitor chip. What was an inhibitor chip? She didn't know. She didn't feel like grabbing a datapad next to her to find whatever she could. She was just so tired, and she didn't know how much longer she could lay here with her entire skeletal system feeling heavy with pain. Would getting up to take something for the pain even help? Could a painkiller even touch this kind of pain? It'd be worth a shot, at least. 

She tried slowly swinging one leg out into the room to slip out from the low bunk, but the careful movement to avoid waking anyone was surprisingly painful. "Ah, kriff!" She hissed in a sharp whisper, unable to sit up without the feeling of a thin blade violently jabbing every one of her joints. 

"Y'alright, ad'ika?" 

Who said that? [____] looked out into the dimly lit room in surprise, trying to figure out who she had accidentally woken up. Wrecker. But he looked like he'd been awake for a while, sneaking back into the room from the kitchen unit perhaps. Mm… there had been a lack of soft snoring when she thought about it. "Ad'ika?" Wrecker asked again, stepping closer with a look of concern etched in his face. 

Ad'ika… had a number of meanings, none of which [____] could remember right now. It was hard to think about multiple things right now, it almost hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing, trying to recall what she just heard him say. Maker, everything hurts, make it stop, make it stop… "Wh-what…?"

"I asked if you're alright," his voice rumbled above her now, then she could hear him settle down on one of his knees so he wasn't looming above her or speaking right in Omega's ear where she lay in the bunk above [____]'s, "I mean, I know you're not because you're sick an' all, but- y'know what I mean." She didn't, and her silence spoke for her, so Wrecker tried elaborating. "Erm, trying to check on you, I mean. You really don't look so good right now. Are you having trouble breathing again?" 

"No," the woman sighed carefully, feeling the ache in her lungs starting when she caught herself taking a deep breath by reflex, fighting the need to cough, "not really. My whole body hurts. Even my bones. I was gonna try to sneak out of my bunk without waking anyone to find something for the pain, or just something to make me sleep so I could ignore the pain, but it hurts to move." 

"Not the usual pain after one of your jobs for Cid?" Wrecker hazarded a guess. "Is it because of the virus Tech said you have?" 

Khoff-KOFF! "Think so…" 

Wrecker just frowned upon the reply, voice dripping with sympathy when he next spoke. "Awh, poor ad'ika. There something I can get ya?" She wasn't certain what to ask for; something to dull the pain, or something to make her sleep? Would it be safe to take both? Just what did ad'ika mean? She's heard Wrecker call Omega that once, right?

Too many questions, too little focus. Too many aches and pains and symptoms to be dealing with so late into the night. Her brain was too frayed and raw after the unsuccessful scavenge where she was prepared to face Cid's furious disappointment if she'd been caught home empty-handed and now this virus and… at least one awake Clone, kneeling near the edge of the bunk in quiet worry while [____] stared at him in a dumbfounded haze. 

"Would you get me something to help me sleep if you answer something for me first, Wrecker?" 

He blinked, puzzled by the request. "Ah, sure."

"What do you keep calling me?" 

"Ad'ika can translate to "kid". An' a coupl'a other things like ‘sweetie’ too that I'm sure I'll remember later… It's Mando'a. I-I can stop callin' you that if you want." She shook her head, Wrecker just looked at her with uncertainty for a moment before he got off his knee and went to find something in some stash of medical supplies Echo had been hoarding for the Batch in a corner of the living quarters. "If you say so, kid."

"Ad'ika."

He couldn't be sure why it sounded like a request, rather than reassurance, coming from her in a timid, breathy whisper. Maybe he was imagining things because she looked so miserable and sick. Humoring her wouldn't hurt anything. "If you say so, ad'ika." Wrecker tried to sort through Echo's box of supplies as it was, but ended up dumping it out on the table so he wasn't wasting time getting something to help [____] get to sleep by digging around every little box when he could just lay it all out and go from there. He'd put it all back in the morning. "Here, this looks like the righ' stuff!" Wrecker whispered back to her triumphantly, giving the little foil packet a wiggle back and forth in victory. "Alright ad'ika, should be asleep soon with one of these. Can I get ya anythin' else? More water?" 

She just shook her head, taking her tablet with a careful swallow of water, both of them hoping she doesn't cough in the process. It wouldn't take long at all before she would hopefully be asleep. "That's okay, Wrecker. I think I'm just going to try getting some sleep now… so tired." 

Wrecker just chuckled softly, saying nothing as he tucked the blanket over the scavenger once she was laying in the bunk. Heh, yeah I bet... Echo threatens to use them on Tech when he's not sleeping mildly reasonable hours. "Sleep well, [____]." 

-x-

Omega dropped out of her bunk in lieu of using the ladder some mornings, a habit some of her brothers weren't keen on her developing in case of situations where one of them unwittingly became her crash-pad. Yeah right, like it'll ever happen… Omega had said on more than one occasion.

Omega fell into Wrecker's lap, waking him suddenly and pouring further salt in the wound by trodding on his hand while she scrambled to get off him. "Ouch! Omega!" She could feel her blood ice over with guilt for hurting one brother and waking the others, Hunter out of his bunk before she could blink. "I-I'm sorry, Wrecker! I didn't know you were down on the floor, I didn't mean to!" 

"Omega-"

"Awh, I'm fine! Just scared me awake is all." Wrecker interrupted Hunter's see: this is why I keep telling you lecture with a laugh, not looking upset in the least. "Takes more than tha’ to hurt me!" 

A finger went up across the room after eyewear was situated and adjusted. "Except you clearly said "ouch", Wrecker. And if Omega didn't wake [____], you certainly would have." Wrecker groaned, knowing Tech was right that he probably just woke their friend who was feeling poorly. "Whoops… sorry about tha- oh." Incredibly, she was still asleep when Wrecker turned to apologize, unbothered and unaware of the startling sibling drop-in just an arm's reach away minutes ago. This virus was clearly pretty rough on her, she looked so pale and feverish under the single blanket even in the dim light before any additional overheads were activated. Echo hobbled stiffly from his bunk to flip on a few of the overhead lights, oblivious to the mess of medical packets and boxes on their one and only large table on his way past. 

Oh right. Wrecker was on his feet in a flash, accidentally bumping past Omega. "Oh sorry! I need to-!" 

"What happened to my med box?" Echo asked the general room almost sternly, looking both annoyed and confused at the sight of the medical paraphernalia in an unholy mess after all the trouble he went through organizing it just recently. "…did [____] have trouble digging through it for something last night while we were all sleeping? Oh I knew I should have found a crate with compartments and labels!" 

Echo was waved off, shooed away from his pet project before he had a chance to begin clustering everything by type. "N-no, it was me, I'm the one who made the mess, Echo." Wrecker confessed, giving his brother a sheepish, timid look as he sorted the supplies. He was afraid Echo would be mad at him, feeling bad that he'd made a mess of everything when he should have just switched on a light or something in order to locate something to help the ailing woman who couldn't muster the energy to shuffle into her own lodgings. "She looked in pretty rough shape when I came back from getting a snack and some other stuff and I wanted to do something to help and I-I made a mess trying to find something to help get her to sleep, I'm sorry. I'll take care of it." he continued, tenderly lying boxes on their narrow ends along the sides of the container the way he vaguely recalled them being in. 

Echo sighed in good humor, flicking his hand dismissively in the direction of the table. "Oh honestly, just leave it for the time being. M'not mad. And we'll probably be using a good deal of these supplies while she's sick, anyways… just dump everything back into the box so we have a clear surface for breakfast for everyone." 

"Even [____]?" Omega piped up softly, wondering if they should wake the scavenger. Hunter gave the proposed question some thought. Should they? Or just let her sleep and get her something to eat later? What did they even have for food within their living quarters at Cid's Parlor? It'd been some time since he remembered making a supply run that didn't involve Echo collecting medical paraphernalia and included food. They had to be low, just between the five of them, but now with [____], who they were taking care of... He couldn't guarantee that breakfast would be filling this morning without hoping some shops were open early. "Wrecker, how much food do we have?" Hunter knew that since Wrecker admitted to getting a snack, he'd have a better idea. 

"Ah," Wrecker mumbled, his expression making Hunter nervous, or disappointed, that Wrecker had had more than just a 'little snack' when they were low on food, "I forget… think I gathered at least a crate's worth from one of the late night shops for us. Got lots of soups that she likes, since I thought they might help while she recovers, too. No one feels like cookin' when they're going through some rough stuff." 

"I hope you didn't have perishables." Tech spoke up with a grimace, seeing the crate on the counter looking largely untouched.

"Oh Maker, let it go already." Echo grumbled, tweaking his scomp link and leg the way he normally did to ease the typical morning pains in his residual limbs. "That was one time. Do you really have to keep bringing that up? You wouldn't like me bringing up the last time you made a mistake. Like the time you played the mating call rather than the territorial call for that mission with Senator Binks on-" 

With the authoritative voice of a commanding officer, Hunter was quick to put an end to senseless posturing and provocation. "Enough. Both of you. We all have made mistakes on this team and it does us no good to badger our brothers about it like petty, personal grudges. This squad… needs to be sure we have each other's backs without questioning loyalty or our headspace all the time." Seeing the look on Omega's face, Hunter realized his words were perhaps harsher than he meant them, betraying inner feelings by indirectly bringing up their wayward brother. Questioning loyalty. Nobody had been questioning loyalty. He shouldn't have suggested that. 

Omega shuffled on her feet with a great deal of discomfort, blink-rate speeding up as she looked close to tears. "Hunter… That was too far."

He shouldn't have suggested that at all. "I'm sorry, ad'ika. You're right..." It was a meager apology, but it'd have to suffice for now. [____] was starting to stir behind Omega's back, a sharp and raspy crackle in her inhale. A warning: her lungs' irritation was probably stronger due to dehydration. "Omega get her some water, quickly." Maker, please don't be getting worse. "Easy, ad'ika, sit up slowly now. Take a slow, deep breath, Omega's getting you some water." The scavenger looked parched for certain, but she was also having trouble sitting up unassisted, her skin hot under Hunter's touch. Was her temperature spiking? "Maker, she's burning up." 

"Oh dear." Tech could be heard mumbling, hastily exiting his bunk with datapad in hand at Hunter's beckoning. "This does not look good. When was the last time her temperature was taken, Tech?" 

"My records say before dinner. It was elevated, but fevers generally rise later in the day so that is nothing unusual. Did you notice any increase in severity when you were awake with her last night, Wrecker?" 

Wrecker shook his head slowly, trying his best to think back before he himself had fallen asleep in front of his bunk for the night while [____] had slept in it. "I don't think so, Tech… she just looked like she was in more pain than anything an' couldn't sleep, didn't really think it was the fever." He wasn't comforted by the look that crossed Tech and Hunter's faces, unsure how those expressions meant anything other than worry as Tech brusquely stalked across the room to locate a temp-reader in Echo's medical crate. "Awh man… Did I screw up?" Did I make her worse?

Tech was careful to say nothing while he assessed both skin and oral temperatures with the reader and made a note of it in a data log, considering the weight and tone of his words while seeking answers. "Her temperature has climbed quite high now… You, hmm, were just making the best judgment call at the time, Wrecker. Based on what you said, I suspect that the pain was a result of rising fever. I was not awake to observe anything, so I can't speak with complete certainty other than assure you you did not "screw up"... and had only tried to help as you were asked. She will be fine." 

That was the most important thing. She would be fine, he hadn't done anything to make her worse that couldn't be taken care of easily enough here at Cid's Parlor. "Good… tha's good." Wrecker mumbled softly, feeling unfettered relief in those words from his brother while the scavenger was coached to take a careful swallow of water from a hydropack by Hunter. 

"Aw, don't look so w-worried, Wreck… I'll- khoff! - be okay." [____] remarked softly, cautious of the dry wheeze in her lungs when she spoke. "Jus' have to uh… t-take it pretty easy for a while, probably. Oh. Cid's not gonna be happy about that…" 

"Heh!" Wrecker scoffed, trading places with Hunter so he could get up and sort out breakfast for the six of them, "Don't you worry about Cid. You just leave her to me and focus on gettin' better again, ad'ika. Which, uh, hopefully won't take long if you're past the contagious period... right?" He nudged Tech with the edge of his elbow carefully, asking in a roundabout way if he had any idea. 

Adjusting his eyewear, Tech lifted the datapad to his face and puzzled over some numbers for a moment.

"She is past the most contagious period, correct. I would estimate… another five days of current symptoms without running additional tests. Perhaps after we've all had something to eat, I can do the additional health scans and find out what this infection is," he paused for just a moment, chewing half of his bottom lip in thought. "If that's what [____] wants." Tech added with some hesitation, making efforts to be careful of his words since Hunter had given everyone one of his many flavors of knock it off speeches. "There's time to think about it. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go help Hunter prepare things for breakfast. Echo, you haven't hidden any medical paraphernalia in the shelving by the cold-unit again, have you?" 

"Don't think so, but I oughta check." Tech and Echo exited the sleeping quarters, leaving just Wrecker and Omega to keep the sick scavenger company until the morning meal had been completed, whether it was a rare morning something was cooked, or everyone just had a portion of a ready-made meal from one of the shops parceled out to them. (There's only so much nutrient paste a sentient being can stomach before they long for real, identifiable foods.) The last time to [____]'s memory the Batch tried to do a little cooking, it'd been something typical of the foodstuffs they'd grown up on on Kamino, and Cid was, puzzlingly, none too pleased about the smell. Everything smelled fine to the scavenger at the time with the foodstuffs, so the situation pitted employee and employer against each other, one of the few times that the members of the Batch had seen their friend they'd hardly known long at that point very angry. 

Hoo boy, had that been a sight to see: the generally quiet and kind scavenger drawn up to her full height in all her fury, lashing back at Cid for unfairly critiquing the cuisine these Clones had been raised on when the Trandoshan herself hated remarks about the kinds of lunches she often ate from the Kashyyyk system and her home planet. It wasn't often that Cid's employees stood up to her, but at least when they did, Cid was likely to give them a couple of days of space (and maybe some degree of love-bombing) to let the troubled waters settle again. 

That didn't sound too bad, actually. Maybe get everyone on board to pretend her condition was a little worse than it actually was, give Cid a little pushback about needing to, y'know, really make sure everyone stayed healthy, and relent to the idea proposed yesterday that her friends would help take care of her while she was fighting this "rough" virus in the meantime. 

Noting the growing smile, Wrecker just chuckled softly with some degree of confusion, curiosity getting the best of the gentle giant. "Whatcha smiling about, kid?" 

"Oh… I think there's a way I can make sure it's more than just me who's getting time off for being sick." [____] mused idly, a second smile lazily blooming across her face as she made a casual lean into Wrecker's well-muscled chest after he'd put an arm around her and Omega once she sat down on his bunk on his other side at his offering. "I'll leave Cid to you, don't worry Wreck, but I've got a good idea of what to say that will get her to listen… I've known Cid long enough. Enough to make her nervous." 

It was all she had to suggest. 

And not long after breakfast, suddenly that rare component for an N-1 Starfighter the scavenger had been tasked with finding for a pushy client with deep pockets could almost miraculously wait just a little longer.

[kuromiiyuuu]

HELLO IM NEW TO YOUR ACCOUNT AND I SAW REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO HERE I AM CAN I REQUEST FOR DILUC ZHONGLI ALBEDO AND CHILDE TO THEIR S/O CALLING THEM ANOTHER MANS NAME BUT IT WAS COMPLETLY ON ACCIDENT PLS HURT ME WITH ANGST BUT THEY MAKEUO AY THE END 🫶

*ೃ༄ Genshin men reacting to you accidentally calling them another man’s name.

diluc, zhongli, albedo, and childe, (f).

genres + warning. angst to fluff! | none! |

notes i. this is request is stuck in my mind really, I love the idea so much thanks anon!

diluc. It just came out all so suddenly when you were having a great time with your boyfriend, “Kaeya that’s actually really funny!” It was an accident, a terrible mistake for an accident, you have been messing up with your memory lane and you didn’t know how to explain it to diluc who was now giving you an unknowing gaze.

“What did you just call me?” He asks, his eyes slowly darkening, hello accept it and maybe let it go if it was any man’s name but his brother’s? The man whom he learns to despise with his whole being? That’s crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed at all.

“That was on accident I swear, it just slipped out.” You said to him, trying to recover from your slip up as you bring both of your hands on the air to wave it off.

Diluc feels the sting on his heart, he believes you. Trust me he does, but it still doesn’t fail to hurt his precious heart as he thinks that you’re somehow thinking of his brother when he was right here.

“Love? Please don’t think of it too much, I promise the name just slipped.” You say in a genuine sorry tone, Diluc finally looks up to you and understands the look in your eyes.

“I believe you, don’t worry.”

zhongli. Dinner with the archon was peaceful usually, only the two of you sharing a few words to ask the other about their days and vice versa, but it soon turned south when you just had to mess up, “Childe can you pass me the salt?”

“I’m not Childe, darling.” There was something about how fast he replied with your statement and you quickly fly your hand to cover your mouth in shock.

“Oh my, honey It was an accident.” You say, wanting to make sure that your boyfriend didn’t take it seriously since it was really just a silly accident. Zhongli sighs, slightly feeling like you might’ve found Childe interesting more than him, how ironic, an archon was thinking of such thought, “Zhongli?”

The archon looks back up at you and hums, still feeling under the weather as soon as another’s mans name slipped out of you, “Apologies my darling, it seems that boys name coming out of your pretty mouth makes me zone out.”

“Can we try this again?” You ask, genuinely trying to fix your mistake and willing to try again cause you felt so guilty and sad of even calling him someone else’s name.

“If that is what you want, darling then we shall attempt again.”

albedo. “Something about this view isn’t right.” You say after your boyfriend gave you a chance to pick his reference for him to turn into art and you were more than glad to take it, “I don’t know, Venti.”

You stopped your movements instantly,your eyes now instantly widening at what you just said, it was another mistake that you made. Your head turning slowly towards your boyfriend and you frowned in concern as he just stood there looking at you, his gaze wasn’t something you can read.

“That barb isn’t here with you now, Y/n.” He blankly tells you, despite his blank reply and response. It still doesn’t hide the fact how slightly hurt he was when you said that stupid barbs name as if it was just too comfortable to say it.

“I... I know, it just slipped. I swear I didn’t mean it.” You say, before bringing a hand to scratch the back of your neck as you looked at him with a concerned look.

Albedo sighs, he knows whatever circumstances he finds himself believing and trusting you at the end of the day, “I understand now, Y/n.”

“Now can you please pose nicely? You’d make a great art.”

childe. “Hey Zhongli I need to tell you something!” You said, and even before you can process your words, the damage has already been done and Childe looks your way with disappointment slightly visible on his face and you frowned, “I... That was an accident, Childe.”

“Clearly! You wouldn’t pick that old geez over me would you, baby?” He asks with a laugh, trying to mask up the fact he was actually concerned and worried for a moment.

And you can’t help but to agree, thanking the Gods you had receive such understanding boyfriend.

“But, please don’t ever call me someone’s name again.”

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

All along there was some invisible string, tying you to me.

Prologue to pouringmyheartoutforpaper’s five part series.

I want this series to be a love that not only can I write into existence for myself, but for you all as well. I hope you all enjoy

cw: reader is referred to as "dove" just because I don't like using y/n, friends to lovers, eventual smut, reader was cheated on before because ✨spice✨, mostly fluffy if im being honest. shy reader, sweet reader, sweet stevie,let me know if I missed anything !!

Crimson roses engulfed her being. Body and soul blooming once more, the soft petals coming to life again. The vines that were once adorned with pale pink roses and a dangerous lack of thorns thread through her psyche. The thorns were what grew back first, after the fire. The delicacy of the petals was what caused her downfall in the first place. The raw sensitivity and emotion that came with her being, mingled with the desire to be loved; is what distracted her so much that she simply never grew thorns. So naturally, the corrupt are drawn to the vulnerable, which led her here. Rebuilding. Reblooming,

Do not be fooled, for the crimson-red roses remain beautiful, sensitive, and delicate. But the thorns have grown. A heart as beautiful and delicate as this needs the highest protection. Especially as they blossom and grow once more. Luckily, Steve Harrington's roses have also grown once more, and he is more than ready to find the love of his life.

They say souls are tied. Tied by a string, delicate but unbreakable. This string is what finally brought you into Steve Harrington's life on this fateful day.

“Steveee! I need you to act normal for around… two minutes maybe?” Robin warned him. Telling him your name, and that you were coming to pick her up and get lunch before dropping her off. 

“Why haven’t I heard about this girl?” He retorted, “You’re out here getting dates and not even tellin-”

“What? No! She’s not like that. We’re just friends, dingus. Not my type.” And truth be told, she didn’t have a type. She was only having you come to her work to meet Steve. Something inside of her told her she needed you to meet. It’s not like shes playing matchmaker. No, you’re just one of her best friends…along with Steve.

He found himself getting nervous at the thought of that. “Whatever, but It’s not like i’m gonna scare her off!”

Her eyes rolled before the sound of your car entering the parking lot rang in their ears. Steve made his way into the backroom to put the last of the tapes that customers had scattered across the counter into their respective places before re-entering the cluttered shop.

Your eyes met immediately.

 A golden light surrounds you both. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Your lips parted with a sheen of gloss on them. Eyes focused on him. Your dress, endowed with florals, hung around your thighs. The sunlight through the window illuminates your features in a way he could only describe as ethereal. An angel. Sent down just for him. Like you walked straight out of a dream.

His eyes widened and softened, mouth agape. Your expression mirrored his own. A soft smile, faces alight.

“dove, this is steve.”

And just like that, he was back in the room, with the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and as far as he is concerned, the most beautiful woman in the universe.

Not that either of you knew, but your thoughts were completely mirrored. 

Your lips find the strength to move, voice soft and pretty.

“Hello Steve.”

And before you knew it, you were visiting the family video every day. You were friends with Steve Harrington, and all of the children that came along with him. You had regular movie nights with Steve and Robin, occasionally Eddie and Dustin would join you, maybe even the rest of the kids. The best friends you’ve ever had.

And against your will, falling in the safest, most comfortable, genuine love. 

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

Live reaction hsmtmts 3x06:

Please the canoe scene is the cutest thing ever they're so cute i love them The way ej said so we can stay together like I'm crying babies please stay together

Kourtney is so iconic i love her and her teaming up with Carlos madox and jet will be incredible

Wait i really love val now and also everyone has been assuming things about ash and telling her how she is but val didn't she was like no I'm not about that. wait im kind of getting on board with this

JET AND RICKY ARE TALKING JET AND RICKY ARE TALKING my jetwen heart is happy

The pizza oven joke was good

Ms Jenn being like EJ my tallest child. Any time the wildcat fam is canonically referred to with familial terms my heart is so happy

Yes a Corbin bleu song let's go

EJ and Miss Jenn scene: stars i love EJ literally my favourite

Dewey says: why do Ricky and EJ give off boyfriends energy every time they interact like you're standing so close together you're so comfortable around each other what is this. Also don't think i didn't see it was EJ pulling you back at the start of the episode like he's your bf

Ricky asking if miss Jenn is tired he's so sweet i love him but also i feel like Ricky's always having to be emotionally responsible for the adults in his life so it’s like habit now :(

When EJ was concerned about the wildcats finding out miss Jenn was there bc he doesn't want them to know he's struggling- i get that, especially bc if the person in charge doesn't have it all together everyone is freaked out, but like can someone tell him that it's okay for him to not have it all together bc he has way too much pressure on him, and that these are his friends so it's okay for them to know not everything's perfect. They can work on this together

I don't like miss Jenn and Mr Bowen it's wack get that away

Jet genuinely cheering kourt on? So cute. Like the little "you got this kourt" I wasn't sure about jet x kourt bc jetwen and also i love Howie and kourt but i could get on board with this. Like her calling his stuffed animal cute that was nice. But i think they would be a cute friendship anyway

"Richard !" And then her throwing the freaking rock at him and Ricky being so confused help 💀

The way Ricky kept looking at jet when he said he was a very committed man 👀👀👀👀

No this is so cute wait we're getting more portwell content

Also Ricky's out here helping everyone with their relationships, romantic and non romantic. Like yeah i get it this is for love triangle spice blah blah blah but i appreciate that Ricky was out here helping seblos with their big moment, and then jet and maddox with their relationship, and now with PW's little moment

Also Ricky guiding in EJ like why is the caswen content there though. The way Ricky looked at EJ. Also they're both wearing converse

STOP IT WHEN THEY WERE WAITING FOR THE FIREWORKS THE WAY EJ LOOKED AT GINA WAS SO SAD IM GOING TO THROW UP

why are they doing this to them

>:(

Also quick tangent i hate that fireworks are always a metaphor for whether a relationship is good or not in media bc some relationships are like fireworks but like Belly's mom says in tsitp some are like campfire some are more comforting and that's not a bad thing and it's just so dumb it's not an indicator of a good relationship i hate this

I get that it's a metaphor for there being sparks but we know portwell has chemistry and sparks why are they doing this hhhhh

No seriously the more I think about it the more Im so tired of the fireworks metaphor. Fireworks are not a necessary component of a relationship. Often you'll feel fireworks or butterflies or whatever but when you're more comfortable with a person and a relationship it feels comforting and right

DUDE WAIT THE FIREWORKS WITH THE VAL AND ASHLYN HUG 

Big red and her were cute if i was super invested in them I'd be mad but i like this and redlyn might stay together anyway this is just ash’s queer awakening 

That was such a cute moment even if it doesn't go anywhere bc Val's in college and all that it was still a nice little sapphic moment i appreciate it

JET COMING IN THE CABIN WHILE RICKYS CRYING ARE WE GOING TO GET A JETWEN MOMENT

guys you have no idea how much i would love if everything was a misdirect if Ricky got with jet and portwell figured themselves out oh my stars

Ricky calling jet a nightmare that was flirting

No Ricky that was so scary your face was so scary pls don't do a repeat of season 1 what was that

[fandomsoda]

Let's play a game! Spot the difference!

Look at the replies in these two posts.

https://www.tumblr.com/a-god-selfmade/735285489689608192/you-ever-apologize-and-then-get-absolutely?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/largefound/734626740408893440/announcement-related-with-the-vent?source=share

What's something they have in common? You.

What's something they don't they have in common? You being a decent human being who can feel for others.

Before you attack an innocent person again, Largefound did not send me.

First, you completely ignore people trying to help you keep safe from Skeletal. You were told things about him, with proof, but you're blinded by favoritism.

Secondly, take a minute to breathe. Emotions are weird, I know, but you can at least take a little snack break instead of just immediately yelling at people about emotions you haven't processed.

For once, can childish people like you and Skeletal not fuck things up? I've sent you both asks before, being polite, but I don't have fucking time for that anymore. Fuck you and Skeletal for being such attention whores.

Get your unloyal ass off social media, you fake ass bitch. This is meant to be somewhere safe, don't fuck it up.

I was going to ignore/delete this one just like all your other asks, but I know from experience that you will only continue to harass me and will use my silence against me, so I will respond.

Long post ahead boys, strap in.

Ok so I’ll start with addressing the replies, since that’s the most genuine thing in this ask.

The second link you provided shows a reply I left 1-2 weeks ago and genuinely meant and still mean. I genuinely wish Large well, and as far as I am concerned we are cool.

The first one listed was made a few days ago very early in the morning and was made impulsively. My emotions got disregulated and so I assumed the worst. I am not proud of this comment and I would have deleted it if I had remembered it existed. Not to “cover my tracks” or any shit like that, but because that statement was genuinely hasty, unkind, and inconsiderate of me to make. And I regret it.

I actively want to move on and be cool with Large, I have reconciled my own anger and all the miscommunication from past events. I do not hold whatever happened here against them as that would be ridiculous for me to do considering I don’t actually know what happened and was just going off of Skeletal’s tags. I wasn’t gonna start a problem over this because that would just be shitty of me and make things worse.

One of these comments was absolutely wrong to make and doesn’t reflect my true feelings, but it doesn’t mean I somehow am not a decent human being or can’t feel for others, nor does it somehow prove me as “fake”. People feel differently about the same thing at different points in time depending on mindset and context.

Now allow me to tear into all your other statements/points because as far as I’m concerned the rest of this is bull.

Firstly I know damn well that Large didn’t send you because I know that Large is not ok with harassment and shit like this, several times offering to make posts to tell people like you to leave me alone. Also you say “again” and I’m not sure what you’re referring to, I don’t believe I’ve ever directly accosted someone about an ask I received on their behalf. Nor do I believe that you actually know anything about how this situation played out between the parties involved considering most of it was in private conversations.

Now let’s talk about Skeletal because y’all are really fucking disconnected on this one. (I say y’all because I know it’s not just you under these false beliefs)

Let me start off my saying your claims are just flat-out wrong. But let me elaborate on why. Firstly let me say that you actually never did give me proof, but I did see you give “proof” to someone else and it’s all garbage.

“Oh this person’s friend who is in the same/a similar age group, identity, and arts class sounds similar to them and has similar hobbies? That must mean they’re the same person and this friend isn’t real!”

Do you have any fucking idea how ridiculous that is.

I honesty will not believe you until you have like. Actual visual evidence of him planning to do this or whatever.

And as someone who was keeping tabs on Skeletal a lot beforehand and was there to watch their entire reaction to the situation unfold, it would make no logical sense for him to have done this.

They took the rejection pretty well all things considered and were behaving very stably before that happened. Skeletal was actively moving on and growing and showed no true resentment nor hostility towards Tundra about this.

And when I caught wind of the situation, I actually was very afraid that he had been responsible for this. I left void a bunch of messages out of worry, and when he got on that day his initial response was intense confusion and having no idea what I was talking about, with me soon being able to explain and say who was responsible. I watched him confront them. Skeletal still cared about Tundra, even after everything and it showed.

Until Tundra somehow managed to do a bunch of mental gymnastics and convince herself of this and you along with her.

But I know my son, I’ve talked to him about this whole situation several times, I’ve shown him your asks and accusations, and I am convinced that he isn’t capable of this. It isn’t impossible, but it’s highly unlikely and if it is true I will have been lied to over and over again to my face, I will be fucking devastated. But I don’t think it is. Because I don’t believe he’s capable of that.

I don’t need to be protected from Skeletal.

Now let me just go over the rest of this because wow-

It’s really amusing that you call me and Skeletal “attention whores” when we have been ACTIVELY AVOIDING/IGNORING YOU and have been trying to resolve our own damn personal issues calmly, responsibly, and privately. We want to move on, we want to put this to rest.

You are the one constantly begging for us to respond to you and pay attention to you and you’re the one being loud and immature. You are the only person keeping this shit going.

And you going from saying “I understand feelings can be hard” to calling me a “fake ass bitch” not three paragraphs later is downright comical honestly like what the hell dude-

I am not stirring up issues, I am not making this place more unsafe, I am just trying to live my life and you are the one showing up to hurl insults at me and antagonize me. You have not been polite, all of your asks have come off as underhanded and petty.

The people you’re trying to defend would NEVER approve of your behavior right now and they do not agree with you. Please relax.

This is also like. None of your business. That’s why I’ve avoided addressing you directly for so long, it’s because this isn’t you nor anyone else’s business. You are not involved, this is not your place.

You’ve been obsessing about me for what might be over a month now. That is not healthy. And I know that can’t feel good either. I know that rage, that anguish, that sickly cycle of thinking about that person several times a day. I know the feeling where the fact that you can’t speak to them directly causes you to start to construct a monster in your mind, how you start to subconsciously dehumanize them. I know that hatred, that grudge. And I hope you manage to let it go, let your malice melt away and reason take hold once more. Because holding grudges like that is painful and it’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Despite all of this I still do wish you the best. “The best” being that you get out of this unhealthy mindset and stop being so cruel. I know that you probably have a good heart, you just want to do what’s right and you view me as a monster. Therefore you want me slain. And that’s a feeling that I understand but is not one that will ever get you what you want in life.

I want to be clear that I don’t look down on you, I’m just upset at you and honestly scared of you. All of this has left me bewildered and upset. But I know that if I can grow and change, so can you. Even if I know that you’ll probably think I’m being disingenuous when I say that.

I wish you well, but as long as you are so spiteful and cruel I do not want you anywhere near me.

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Day 4: Dead on Your Feet, with inspiration from the extra prompt Can't Pass Out.

Tommy is terrified that his revival is just a hallucination he's having in Limbo, to the mixed amusement and mild concern of Dream. Warnings for unreality, fairly graphic descriptions of violence, sleep deprivation, abuse, references to hallucinations and delusions, and infantilisation.

AO3 link, if you’d prefer. It was a trap.

The feeling of cold obsidian under his feet, the heat of the lava, the taste of blood in his mouth. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Every time Tommy’s eyes flickered, he expected to be back in that great and terrible void, back with nothing but the man who was his brother’s not-voice for company. Each time he drifted slightly into that so tempting call of sleep, he knew the illusion would fade, and he’d be back there in limbo, feeling like he’d been torn into pieces.

He stared at the wall, trying to follow every bloodied crack in a loop to keep his eyes busy, his mind busy, from the creeping tendrils of static and sleep gently but forcibly clawing their way through his mind. If he could just stay awake, if he could just stay awake, if he could just-

“Tommy?”

Dream’s voice was quiet, soft but smug, yet it still made Tommy jump out of his skin. The sound brought to mind hands around his neck, or grabbing his hair and hitting him against the hard wall until he was blinded by blood and bruises and he could hear the wall start to strain a little under the sheer ruthlessness of the assault.

It had to be some sort of fucked up hallucination, like the type he’d had in Logstedshire. The gentleness was foreign, like he was being treated like precious china instead of being shattered into a million pieces for fun. It wasn’t as if Dream wasn’t always like that, of course, but if this was real-Dream, there would always be this mix of the two, a confusing mix of reward and punishment. This was like… some sort of weird idealised version of the best times.

Tommy was going to fucking kill his brain for daring to try and do that. Daring to try and fall back into the way that it used to pretend that Dream was his friend, his only friend, kind and good and with his best interests at heart. It was worse than remembering the punches.

“You’re not real,” Tommy mumbled. “Shut up.”

“I’m not? That’s news to me.” The laughter echoing on the walls scraped into Tommy’s head, and he covered his ears with his hands, taking extreme care to not scrunch his eyes shut like he wanted to. “If either of us doesn’t exist, wouldn’t it be you, mister Dead Man Walking? “

“Fuck off,” Tommy said, before yawning loudly. Dream laughed again at that.

“Do you know how long you’ve been awake, Tommy?”

“Is this about the fucking cycles again? Prime, if I have to listen to Schlatt one more time-“

“Can you tell me about Schlatt, Tommy?” There was a curious lilt to Dream’s voice, one that reminded Tommy of when Tubbo would talk about physics to him, atoms and all that bullshit he never understood but his friend, his brother for all intents and purposes, enjoyed for whatever reason and therefore Tommy enjoyed listening to him talk about. Thinking about Tubbo meant remembering they’d never see each other alive again, so he quickly threw out that thought.

“You fucking know. Stop pretending you’re- you’re real and shit. You’re just a figment of my imagination, aren’t you?” Tommy tugged on the edge of his curls. “You’re not real. None of this is real. I’m dead, I’m dead, and you can’t change that.”

“Oh, Tommy, do you still not believe me?” There was an edge of genuine hurt there. “After all I did to prove it to you? Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. You believed me at first, didn’t you? With your begging, and pleading…”

Tommy got up and started pacing, ignoring how each step hurt his aching muscles, even though he knew it wasn’t real. Knowing something wasn’t real never stopped it from feeling like it was- that he learnt in Logsted when he could scarcely trust his own eyes at the best of times, could feel phantom touch and taste. He’d never heard shit before, but there was a first time for everything.

“Course it isn’t. Why would you bring me back? You hate me, don’t you.”

“I don’t hate you. We’re friends, aren’t we? Best friends.” Tommy flinched as Dream placed a clawed hand on his shoulder- not harshly, but even with gentleness, it felt worse than the cuffs he got when he screwed up in Exile. “Y’know what I think?”

Tommy flinched away, whimpering,

“I think you’ve stayed awake for far too long.” Tommy hissed at the sound of Dream’s voice, far too close and too loud. “It’s… I don’t know; it’s had to have been at least a day since I brought you back, I think? And you haven’t slept at all.”

“Because I’m not stupid.” Tommy yanked himself away, and continued pacing. “I know if I go back to sleep, I’ll wake up, and it’ll just be me n’ Wilbur in the nothing again, and I don’t want that. Shoulda known you were some part of my brain trying to trick me and shit. Why else would you take his shape?”

The pinch to the ear was light (of course it was, it wasn’t fucking real, it couldn’t be), but it still made Tommy screech. With the sensitivity a few months of nothing brought, it felt like Dream was trying to yank his poor ear off. He couldn't tell if the ringing noise that followed was laughter or just the pain.

“Watch your tone, boy,” Dream said, tone light yet threatening, and Tommy pursed his lips.

“Don’t call me a boy. I’m a Big Man-“Tommy’s words once again broke into a yawn.

Dream snorted. “Sure, sure, if I call you one, will you get some sleep? I mean, it was always kinda funny seeing you this loopy, especially towards the end of our time in Exile where you’d cling to me like a lost toddler, but I kinda do need you to be cognizant.”

“Go cognizant yourself, green bitch.”

Dream sighed. “Look, I’m trying to be nice for once, aren’t I? Why do I even bother, sometimes? Look, you can either stay up pacing and inevitably pass out anyway, or I can try and make somewhere comfortable for you to sleep.”

“I’m not falling for it.”

Dream shrugged. “Your loss.”

“I don’t trust anything from you, even if you’re just an ‘allucination. You ruined my life.” Tommy laughed mirthlessly, ignoring how it hurt his ears and his head. “You broke my heart and my mind, and now my body. And you’re not even letting me rest in death, because of my fucking P to the TSD, man. Who knew the shitty fucking flashbacks came with you in death, right? So, fuck it. You broke me.” Finally, he fell off his feet, letting himself land in a clump on the floor painfully. “You broke me. Congratulations.”

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, but he didn’t even fucking care anymore. This fake little world he’d come up with was worse than being dead was, he’d decided. He never wanted to see the fucking bastard green man’s face again.

The last thing he heard before he fell into blissful unconsciousness was Dream’s stupid smug fucking voice. “At least you admit it, for once.”

[little-grey-dowitcher]

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO PROPAGANDA! Just because you agree with something doesn’t mean it’s not propaganda! And even the rhetoric you strongly disagree with is capable of changing your subconscious biases! It does not matter what part of the political spectrum you fall into, you are not immune to propaganda.

But how do you know what you’re seeing is propaganda? And how do you avoid falling for it?

I’m going to be talking about transphobic rhetoric as an example for this post but this applies to everything you see in the media, be it left or right wing, about any topic.

Any time you are reading an article or watching the news and someone starts talking about trans people, you first need to figure out who is talking. Is it a trans person talking? Is it a cis member of the LGBTQ community? An ally? An expert on LGBTQ issues? A politician? A pundit? A known transphobe? Just some guy?

Next you need to figure out what they’re talking about. Are they talking about a new bill being passed? Are they covering a pride event? A crime that was committed? A protest? A new study?

Now, look at how they’re framing it. This is where things start to get tricky. Just because they’re not shouting slurs at the top of their lungs, foaming at the mouth and turning red in the face doesn’t mean they’re not being hateful. It’s easy to write off a screaming lunatic as just that and not listen to what they’re saying. It’s a little harder to immediately dismiss someone who speaks in a calm, level tone and has cute little infographics and animations popping up next to them to illustrate their point visually.

When figuring out how the presenter is framing their message, analyze every aspect. What comparisons do they draw? What are the connotations of the words they use? Are they using big fancy words to sound more legitimate? Or are they using simple, conversational language to seem approachable? Are they using anecdotes about their experience as or about a trans person, or just throwing out statistics? If they’re presenting their message via a visible medium, what visual elements do they use? Are they simply sat in front of a camera talking directly to the viewer? If so, are they dressed up to look more professional so as to seem like an authority? Or are they dressed more casually to seem like a potential peer? What is the camera angle like? Do they have any kind of infographic on screen? Do they show screenshots of articles they’re referring to or quotes from other sources? Do they show relevant images? Also check if they’re presenting an opposing view, and if so, how are they framing their opposition?

As a brief aside, PragerU is infamous for their rhetorical strategy and the way they guide their audience down the alt-right. Their strategy is to introduce the audience to their more mild and palatable views presented to them by actual experts and professionals in short, sometimes comedic clips that are usually presented as if they were educational material, targeted towards people who might want a quick rundown or current events or to better understand a term they heard on the news. They then slowly pull the audience further and further into their more radical ideals as told by conspiracy theorists and radicals. They also maintain consistent branding, tone, and style across all of their videos regardless of who is speaking. By doing so, they’re framing the radicals as though they are just as legitimate as the professionals. And they’re not the only group who does this.

Once you’ve figured out the framing, now it’s time for the big question: why are they saying any of this in the first place? Use what you’ve already analyzed to figure this out. What is their motivation? Are they genuinely trying to educate their audience about trans people or trans issues or whatever event they’re talking about? Are they genuinely concerned about a potential threat or danger to trans people? Are they simply presenting facts about trans issues? Are they trying to generate outrage about trans people? Are they trying to push a certain narrative, and if so, what narrative is it? Do they have a genuine investment in trans issues? Does it affect them, and if so, how? Are they trying to convince you of something, and if so, what?

The absolute most important step you can take, no matter what the answer to any of the above questions turns out to be, regardless of whether or not you agree with what is being said, is to research it for yourself. If it is something you care about, or something you want to know more about, or if something about what was said just doesn’t sit right with you, go find more information about it. Get your information from a wide variety of sources. Listen to actual trans people about their own experiences. Figure out if the statistics they’re putting on the news are accurate, and if they’re being framed in a way that’s honest. If they provide a source, go and read it for yourself, see if the actual information lines up with what the presenter says. See what else the source says.

We all know the study about 51% of trans people saying they had considered suicide, we all know how it’s been purposefully twisted by transphobes to seem like that’s how many trans people actually committed suicide despite knowing that’s untrue, but did you know that transphobes also always leave out the part where the exact same study showed that acceptance of trans people by their community drastically reduced their likelihood of considering suicide? When they throw a statistic out there at you as their “proof”, make sure the study they’re quoting doesn’t undermine their own argument, because if it does, they’re probably not being entirely honest about the other things they’re saying.

It is so, so important to always be questioning your beliefs and dissecting your biases and figuring out if your worldview is an accurate reflection of reality, because it doesn’t matter how much you may agree or disagree with it. It doesn’t matter how critically you might think about it. It doesn’t matter who you are. Nobody — not you, not me, not your friends or family, not the people you look up to, nobody — is immune to propaganda.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in November 👁️ 2023 - Cancer

Whole of their energy towards Cancer: Knight of Pentacles

Feelings: The Chariot rev

Intentions: 5 Swords rev

Actions: Judgement rev & 7 Swords rev

In the preshuffle I kept getting a work contact, and this is a pretty platonic relationship, probably a good friend you work with. They see you as someone reliable that always gets the job done, they can depend on you to show up and put as much effort into things as they do. They could know you’ve been working towards something for a long time. You make them happy, they like having you around 🧡

They feel blocked, one of you is giving the other one news they don’t want to hear, there’s a lack of growth, probably at work and it feels like it’s really taking it’s toll on whoever is being let down. I can’t tell which one, they have unrealistic expectations on their side, it’s probably them. They want a new beginning and are wounded & cautious because of this blockage. Or they know you are - either way. They’re genuinely sorry in their intentions, they want to apologize for other people not choosing you or passing you over, it’s like they know you’re great and worth it, or you deserve it, and they don’t want you to feel otherwise, you should win all of the competitions and deserve to be #1 not four, or whatever this is referring to. Very supportive.

In the case it’s love, I mean it could swing that way…doesn’t feel like it, but this person has been through it 💯 They’re moving at .01 baby step per hour for a reason, 9 Wands shows they’ve been through hell. In the actions it’s being made clear they don’t want to mess anything up, or they didn’t want to/mean to hurt you if they did, because in intentions they want to apologize or heal a conflict. Someone is not being valued like they should be, I assume you. Either your job or they’ve made you feel that way, and it bothers them. Could’ve been unintentional, or they want to be accountable for their bs…or someone else’s, like a manager putting you down, and they’re annoyed too.

In action, Judgement rev can be not learning a lesson, they have lesson on their side, and it’s what they’re being completely transparent about. Ace of Swords is here too, they’re being honest with you, and Page of Cups shows they could be planning to ask you out or send a sweet message, I get they want to be kind and boost your confidence a little. If you’re down about work, they want to cheer you up, they don’t want you to be upset. If you like them, they could just be honest about why they’re guarded - they don’t want a repeat of whatever they’ve experienced, but they like you. I don’t get a bad energy off of them at all, they’ve just been through some shit, maybe what you’ve been through, and they’re worried about how you’re feeling.

Messages:

Their side:

- LESSON

- Unrealistic Expectations

Your side:

- I’m here for you whenever you need me.

- Kind 😊

Possible signs:

Aquarius, Cancer & Scorpio

If you’re dealing with:

The Sun again! You have some great energy, things are probably going pretty well for you, or they should be soon, at least where your friends & family are concerned. For some this may show things coming to light that were in the dark before, either with others or you, and you’re happy about it. This person seems to be being very open with you and that’s the overall vibe I’m getting from you & your people.

Aries - either they like you but the smart option is to give up on this, or they’re dealing with debt that they’re trying to get a handle on, you could be discussing finances - could be the “manager”

Taurus - could find you to be very beautiful, or you do, could be a mother/spouse, or they’re working hard on a creative project that’s growing positively, but that upsets/triggers you? Or switch it.

Gemini - smashing goals & winning, could be being promoted or gaining recognition 🏆

Cancer - waking up to the truth of something that’s disappointed them, could be a separation from something, they’re healing

Leo - going through a bad cycle, negative karma, having bad luck, they’re taking actions that lead them down destructive paths right now, could be relating to finances/independence, “acting” single

Virgo - spending a lot of time alone but they’re still committed to you and will be back soon

Libra - could be this person, possibly apologizing for how long something is taking, or taking action on what’s been planned

Scorpio - guarded, disappointed, devastated, replaying something over and over in their mind, waiting for 10 Swords, a painful betrayal, or worried it will be

Sagittarius - moving forward despite the odds, displaying great Strength through difficult circumstances, could be sick & still working

Capricorn - being honest about a lack of reciprocated feelings, or you’re realizing it

Aquarius - taking control of whatever they’re doing, they’re over whatever has happened in the past between you…probably worried about just *them*

Pisces - could be a repeated affair, they see you as a wish come true, could be asking you out, very fun & passionate but…are they reliable? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[mxbitters]

Why are you affiliated with neonazis

if this is a serious question and not another terf trying to get a rise out of people i’m going to need clarification on what you’re talking about. if i somehow reblogged from somebody with those beliefs please tell me and i will absolutely delete the post but i can’t do that if you’re being vague about it. if this is a serious question please clarify and i will take immediate action. if this is yet another transphobe jumping on the online harassment train though just to make people upset, that’s really fucked up of you. i take these things very seriously and would never intentionally platform people like that so if this is a real and serious question please provide me with more details and if this isn’t then please reevaluate that because that’s a really fucked up thing to do.

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over.