#but that doesn’t seem like it’s on the table atm

[screw-u-vaanu]

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[mactavishsgfandwife]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Comforts You

i’m on my period atm and it’s that mental state where you just want to curl up forever and you forget to take care of yourself and i wish i had a big sexy military man to look after me :(

simon comforts a sick reader who’s been struggling to care of herself 💞

not proofread - comfort, angst, alluding to bad mental health but simon is so sweet

Coming home from a week away, working, Simon quietly unlocks the door. His heavy duffel bag weighs him down, and his dark mask and military boots make him seem almost terrifying, the humanity in him hidden behind cloth and eye black - but under his mask, his thin lips smile softly, already imagining how you’re going to greet him… how you’ll be waiting by the door, like you always are, like some sweet puppy waiting for her master to come home. Maybe you’ve baked cookies, or lit candles… maybe you’re asleep in bed, the only thing covering you being the duvet cover… all these thoughts run through his head, and he smiles to himself. God, he’s lucky.

The 4am winter cold slows his movements, but eventually the house key clicks into place, and he’s finally home. He places his kit on the floor, locking the door behind him, and switches on the light…

Only to be met with a messy house. No girlfriend, no cookies, no candles, no wet panties… just some papers, strewn about the floor. A pile of coats on the table, ibuprofen on the kitchen counter and dirty cups littered on the floor around the sofa. He almost doesn’t recognise the flat, but those are your coats by the door, and that’s your childhood teddy on the sofa. The one you only get out when you’re really, really sad.

"Oh… oh, baby," he sighs softly. Ashamedly, he’s a little disappointed, a little annoyed. He risks his ass in the field, so you don’t have to work, provides for you… and this is the welcome he gets? A dirty kitchen? Are you a pig?

But he knows you better than that. He knows you’re his good girl, you wouldn’t disrespect him like that, you want nothing more than to make him happy. He can tell by the medicine and the throat lozenges strewn everywhere, and by the fluffy comfort teddy (not so fluffy after all these years) on the sofa, that something is wrong.

He gently opens the door to your shared bedroom, moving softly and taking care not to disturb you as you slept. The room was similarly disorganised - piles of clothes, random things that needed putting back, endless cups of camomile tea on the side. And in the middle, was his girl. In his tshirt, and an unsexy pair of your comfy underwear, lying curled up into a tense ball under at least 2 blankets. A little tear wobbled on your puffy cheeks as you slept, and there was a little blood stain by your thighs.

Without a word, he removes his mask, taking away that element of separation completely so that it’s just you and him. Not Ghost and his bird, but Simon and his little girl. And his girl needed him. Tenderly, he lifted the covers and slipped into bed at your side, wrapping his strong, sore arms around you and holding you to him. He was tired and aching from training, but he would always have the energy to hold you tight. His rough, wide hands traced up and down your back in small steps and his chapped lips met your soft forehead, as he pulled you close into his chest. His body was like a blanket, shielding you from the world, keeping you cosy with your cheek against his heart, that beat behind his muscles that were so soft, and so warm…

"I’m home, love…" he coos softly into your ear, his typically rough manchester accent sounding unusually tender against your temple as he kissed it.

As his warm arms encircle you, your eyes softly start to flutter open, not quite understanding what is happening.

"Simon…"

"That’s right."

"You’re…" you look away, ashamed, as you remember the house that he had to come home to. As you remember what a bad girlfriend you’ve been.

"I’m sorry," is all you can manage to say as the tears start to fall again. Your boyfriend realises as your arms relax that you had been curled up so tightly around a little teddy… a bear, in a military uniform, that he’d bought you for fun when you were out one day and had seen it in a shop window. That bear had become your comfort when Simon was away.

"Oh, baby…" he whispers, "don’t be sorry, darlin’, m’just glad to see you."

"But the flat’s a mess… i’m a mess…"

"I’ve got it, sweetheart, we’ll get you cleaned up. Don’t worry that pretty head. Love ya too much t’let you worry about anything," he whispers softly, noticing the hot water bottle at your side, "you got cramps..?"

His thumb strokes your hair behind your ear as you nod weakly, appreciatively.

"Mhm…" you whisper, "bad’uns."

"S’alright," he smiles, pulling you face down onto his chest, and placing a firm hand on your lower back as the other holds you tight, "I can be your hot water bottle for the night."

thank you for reading lovelies :)

[florvaine]

bakugou katsuki in denial ;) warnings: none, reader is mentioned to have a telekinesis quirk (im obsessed with the idea of telekinesis atm) genre: fluff, headcannon-type-thing notes: take this draft from months ago as i try finish the first chapt. of brutal <3 mwah love you guyssssss!!

totally-not-crushing!katsuki bakugo who angrily denies accusations denki and mina throw at him, asking the ashy-haired boy if his lingering eyes and slightly kinder actions towards you were intentional. he’s yelling pretty loudly, calling the two of them names in the empty common room of heights alliance, and it’s no surprise that denki called kirishima down for backup.

totally-not-crushing!katsuki bakugo who gets tired of being interviewed, so he storms out of the common room with his hands deep in the pockets of his grey joggers. his expression is aggressive, a dangerous snarl on his face and with his thin eyebrows pinched together.

the moment totally-not-crushing!katsuki bakugo gets into his dorm room he collapses onto the sheets of his head, hands behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling with vermilion eyes.

he doesn’t like. he hates you. he hates your stupid hero costume that’s a perfect mix of tactical and cute, he hates the way your hair looks good 24/7, he hates the way you give him genuine smiles that reach your pretty (e/c) eyes, scrunching them. he hates how attractive he finds it when you get serious.

totally-not-crushing!katsuki bakugo who despises the twisting and churning of his stomach, the heavy beating of his heart, and the amount of focus he has to place into not accidentally setting off his quirk when he’s near you.

he hates how he goes all out on you during sparring because he knows you can hold your own against him. he hates how funny you are even if it’s unintentional, the fact that he hides his grins behind his hand when you say a joke. he hates the way his eyes immediately go to search for you in a sea of people, or whenever someone mentions your name he’s suddenly intently listening in.

totally-not-crushing!bakugo who, 5 minutes after clambering onto his bed, pulls his phone out to search up the symptoms he’s having. of course, he knows how the human body reacts when the person likes someone, but he would sleep easier if google tells him it’s something else.

totally-not-crushing!bakugo who slams his phone onto his bedside table with gritted teeth once scanning a few answers and articles about ‘how to know if you like someone’ from this bullshit reporter and writer.

totally-not-crushing!bakugo who has to actively avoid looking at you, he's hyper aware of everywhere his eyes move and if he even sees a glimpse of you (h/c) hair he's going to turn bright red. too bad for him, there's practical hero studies today!

and it seems you had some adjustments made to your costume - a whole new design and colour scheme that better suited your quirk and a big hood that covered your head. oh, and the same style of boots that he has - you even said that you got the idea from him!

trying to ignore your whispers with mina at the back of the group, he listens in at aizawa groups everyone in pairs for the practical exercise. and it was just his luck that totally-not-crushing!bakugo was grouped with you.

he wanted to yell in disagreement, but as soon as he saw you walking up to him, totally-not-crushing!bakugo saw the look on your face as you rattled on about ideas of what faux villains you two were up against, and he swallowed down his shouts. instead, he plasters on a disinterested face and hums along with your words.

turns out, the two of you are quite a duo. with your telekinesis, the two of you could rescue the dummy civilians and safely bring them to the safety in a matter of seconds, and he kept any threat at bay - both on the ground and in the sky.

totally-not-crushing!bakugo who gave you probably one of the kindest compliments he's even given that year - 'you're not the most useless, i guess,' and he even squeezed in a hesitant 'good job' at the end. but you barely heard it from behind his clenched teeth.

and you just looked so happy that he had been nice for once, and instead of commenting on the struggle to say the praise, you smile at him with those dimples, sipping water from a plastic cup provided to you by momo, and thank him.

totally-not-crushing!bakugo who feels a strange feeling in his chest and gut when you comment on the fact that the two of you made a good team, and should probably try work together in the future.

and he's actually going to sleep with a tiny, minuscule smile on his face thinking about the both of you creating agencies, and partnering up when you're both capable heroes.

still, you wont get the number one spot, he wasn't willing to give that up.

...yet.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hobie brown with a gf who is always angry and complicated but is completely quiet and calm around him cuz he keeps her under control and puts her in her place? She’ll tell someone to do something and when they doesn’t do it she’ll blow up on them, but if they do, do it she’ll blow up on them if she doesn’t like the way they do it. And her jealousy is sky high, when she first heard about Gwen staying at Hobie’s she wanted to rip her neck off her shoulders? She also has no filter and tells Gwen straight up that she hates her staying around Hobie. (She’s not mean to Miles and Pavitr bc she views them as little brothers, she kinda has a love-hate relationship with Gwen. She’s okay with her, just not when she’s around Hobie). 😭

she’s so me.. I’d love to. The title is after the Lana song yes…

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl

“Hey, Hobie.” You kissed his cheek when you saw him.

“Hi, love. You good? You seem a lil..”

“I’m fine. Why would I not be fine..?”

“Well, I heard from someone that you cussed them out cause they forgot to do something.”

“Fucking Margo.” You grumbled.

“It’s alright. I get it.” He shrugged

Ever since you heard Gwen say that she stayed with Hobie, you’ve been even more pissed off than usual. You didn’t tell Hobie you knew.

He didn’t even wanna mention how Miguel said “control your girlfriend.” To him. Miguel just told him to bug off.

Miguel loved you, he did, and he wanted to help you control your anger. But you were a lot, and that was fine with him, he liked it as a matter of fact. But everyone else seemed to have a problem with it.

“I gotta go, see ya.” You said.

“Alright, see ya dove.” You both kissed before you walked into the doors.

You worked with spider byte (Margo) as her boss.

“Hey Margo.” You mumbled, you and her worked with the tech and computers.

“Hey.”

You went to one of the computers and started to look at them.

“Anything new show up?”

“Uh.. yeah, actually. Miguel recruited a few new people, I searched them all up, and looking for some more possible ones.”

“Alright.. nothing wrong with anything else?”

“Nope. So how are you and hobie?”

“We’re good. I’m sorry about yesterday.. I jus.. Y’Know.”

“It’s whatever.” She said with a shrug.

“Hey, come look at this guy.” You said, looking at her as she came over.

“The spot? That’s a.. dumb name. 1610, isn’t that the same earth that the miles kid is from?”

“Yup. It says that he’s just robbing atms.. that’s dumb. But his powers are what’s interesting.”

“Interdimensional portals on his body..?”

“Yeah. We should let Miguel know.”

“You can.” She laughed “I’m taking a lunch break.”

“Are you serious? It’s fucking… 10 am?!”

“You don’t control my lunch breaks.” She said, and her avatar disappeared along with her clones.

“Son of a bitch..!” You kicked the edge of a table as miguel watched in confusion.

Miguel chuckled and you jumped.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Get off my ass!”

“No one’s on your ass…”

“Im taking a break.”

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After telling him about the spot, he said he’ll look into it. You left after a while, and Gwen was out there talking to Hobie.

“You’re fucking with me..” you groaned to yourself.

“So I was wondering, could I crash at yours tonight? Uh, I’ve been crashing with some other people but they keep kicking me out after a while..”

“Yeah, ‘s alright.”

You rolled your eyes, and came out.

“Hi love!” You said, kissing his cheek. He put an arm around you.

“Gwen..” you said, looking at her.

“Hi y/n..” she said awkwardly.

“Hi. How’ve you been?” You said, bitterly. Hobie looked down at you, giving you a look that said “stop.” His grip around you tightened and you were closer now.

“Good.. good, how about you?”

“Same.” You said, faking a smile.

“Hobie. Miguel needs you.” Someone said, coming up to him.

“All right, see you sweetheart, see you Gwen.” He kissed you and left.

“So, I overheard how you were staying at Hobies tonight.” You said bitterly once he was gone.

“Oh, yeah, but that’s just because I can’t really go anywhere else-“

“I don’t like it when you do that. Actually, I hate it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, Gwen, I don’t have a problem with you at all. It’s just… I can’t stand it when you stay at his.”

“I don’t like him-“ she laughed.

“No one said you did.”

She sighed “Okay. I get it. I’ll uh… stay with pavitr or something.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhm..” she said, and walked away.

You smiled to yourself as you walked the other way, and waited for Hobie to come out.

“Hey.” You said to him.

“Hi.. you uh.. seen Gwen? She was supposed to stay with me tonight.”

“She said she changed her mind, she’ll just sleep over at pavitrs.”

“Oh. Alright. You comin’ over then?” He said, he had a good idea of why she changed her mind.

“Yeah.”

“You know you don’t need to be jealous of Gwen.. right? I love you.”

“I know but…”

He kissed you and shut you up.

“Just… next time she wants to stay over, you can come too.”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Okay.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand as you both went through the portal.

[daddynattt]

Are u comfortable with doing abo? If so would u mind doing a protective/possessive soft alpha natasha x fem reader? Something more intimate than sexy, I'm a major sucker for intimacy. If not no worries, I hope ur doing well author. I hope ur eating plenty, drinking lots of water, getting good sleep

Thank you<3 I promise I am because I’m currently sick atm lol. First time writing something like this, so I hope it’s okay! Enjoy. I’m a sucker for intimacy as well.

You're MY Omega

Summary: When everyone seems to want to claim you as their Omega, Natasha steps in and makes sure they know their place and finally claims you as hers as you share an intimate night together.

Pairings: Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem Reader

Warnings: Alpha Nat, Possessive/Jealous Nat, Nat Punching Someone lol, Soft Nat, Fluff, Smut. 18+ Only

Word Count: 1.8k

Dorogoy (Darling)

You rub your eyes as you make your way into the kitchen, the need for food the first thing on your mind this morning. You and your desired Alpha, Natasha, have plans to spend the day together and you are hoping that things can finally take a turn between the two of you today. The need for her to claim you is getting too much each day you’re next to her, but you aren’t sure if you are her desired Omega. Her senses always overwhelm you, but you painfully hold yourself back. You walk into the kitchen and see Wanda making breakfast, giving her a friendly smile as you make your way towards the fridge.

“Morning Y/n, how are you this morning?” she smiles at you as she looks you up and down, staring at your exposed legs. You pretend you don’t notice as you pour some juice in a cup and drink it. “I’m good, how are you Wanda?” you ask her politely. She bites her lip as she looks at you. “Much better now that you’re here” your cheeks flush as you look away. Wanda is an Alpha that always tries to get close to you. You don’t let her as you don’t want to give her the wrong idea, but you aren’t claimed by anyone, so it does not stop her. “Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you, or better yet, give you something else to satisfy your hunger?” she purrs as she steps closer to you. You avert your eyes as you go to stutter out a reply but before you can say anything, you hear a growl as Natasha makes her way into the kitchen.

“Sorry Wanda but Y/n and I have plans to go out for breakfast and spend the day together, isn’t that right dorogoy?” you blush as you smile shyly at her, nodding your head yes. “Let’s go then, I’m starving!” she smiles at you as she wraps her arm around your shoulder and drags you out of the kitchen. The heat radiating off her body brings you immediate comfort, and you don’t notice the way Natasha glares at Wanda on your way out.

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“Ugh I’m stuffed, thank you for breakfast Nat” you give her a soft smile that makes her feel a million things at once. When Natasha saw you this morning with Wanda, she couldn’t contain the possessive growl from coming out of her mouth. You are her desired Omega, and she wants nothing more then to claim you and make you hers, but she’s afraid you wouldn’t want her and she can’t take that rejection from you. She’s interrupted from her thoughts as she sees a man approach the table.

“Well hello there, what is a beautiful omega like you doing out here without an Alpha? I would love to take you back home with me if your friend here doesn’t mind” The possessive growl that Natasha lets out makes your eyes widen, you look at her as she glares at the man. “Back off before I make you” he smirks as he looks at her. “What are you going to do about it? She’s unclaimed and I would love nothing more than to take her home with me an-“ his words get cut off as Natasha punches him straight in the nose, a sickening crack being heard. “Nat!” you pull her back as he clutches his nose and runs off to the bathroom to check the damage. Natasha drops a hundred-dollar bill on the table and walks out of the diner with you hot on her heels. You could smell the distress and anger coming from her and you rush to catch up with her.

“Nat! slow down please” you grab onto her arm, and she stops walking, instantly calming down from your touch. You look at her as she turns to face you, the worried look in your eyes making her feel guilty. “I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t like the way he was talking to you and looking at you. I would kill him if I could” You smile at her protective nature, the thought that she wants you for herself as only hers makes your need to be claimed by her even stronger. “I can’t take it anymore; I want you Y/n. I want to be your Alpha. I want to claim you and make you mine. You’re MY omega” she growls out, the need to claim you strong as she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, gripping your waist in a possessive hold as she pulls you closer to her. You deepen the kiss, tasting and feeling nothing but her, pulling back when the need to breathe become necessary. She nuzzles her face into your scent gland and breathes you in, purring as she smells the love and arousal coming from you. You grab her face and look into her eyes as you whisper against her lips. “Make me yours Alpha, claim me”

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She rids you of your clothes, getting you completely naked as she takes off her clothes as well, leaving herself in only her boxers as she lays you down on her bed, kissing on your neck softly as she gets comfortable on top of you, whimpering when she makes contact with your scent gland, your smell is strong as she continues to deposit kisses along your neck and chest. Her hands roam your body as she leaves more kisses in their wake, her hands cupping your breasts as she softly squeezes them. “My omega, all mine, you look so beautiful under me” you whimper as you feel her tongue on your nipple, your body shivering at the softness emitting from her.

“Please Alpha, make me yours” she shushes you as she kisses your lips softly, the feeling of her bulge through her boxers making your head spin as you let out a quiet moan. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time and she wants to enjoy every moment of it. She wants to make love to you and take care of you. She slowly grinds against your core a few times, relishing in the way you moan and whimper underneath her. You are the most beautiful Omega she has ever laid her eyes on, and you are all hers. “Please Alpha, please please please” she growls as your breathless voice makes her cock throb in her boxers. “God baby, the things you do to me. I’m going to claim you as mine, all mine”

You grab her face, kissing her again as you get lost in the feeling of her lips and her covered bulge grinding against your core. “You won’t leave me, right?” you ask her softly, the insecurity in your voice being heard. She shakes her head as she strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes and smiling softly. “Never. I love you Y/n. I want to make you mine and give you my pups. God you’re going to look so beautiful carrying them. My beautiful Omega” she kisses your nose and you blush, watching as she rids herself from her boxers, her cock hard and standing up straight. You bite your lip and moan as her scent is strong in the air. All you see, feel and smell is her. “I love you too, my Alpha. Please make me yours. I can’t wait any longer”

She strokes her cock as she looks down at you, admiring you as she stares down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. She will forever be yours and do anything and everything for you and that you ask of her. You blush as you move to cover your body as she admires you, but she lays back down on top of you, sliding her cock up and down your folds to get it wet. “Don’t hide yourself from me pretty girl. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I’m so lucky to have you as my Omega” You blush from her words; a breathless moan being ripped out of you at the feeling of her cock against you. She slowly slides her cock inside you, letting you adjust to her size. “If it hurts or you want to stop, just let me know, I never want to hurt you” You kiss her as you wrap your legs around her waist, whispering against her lips. “I’m ready, please make me yours.” You gasp at the stretch as she goes deeper, her worried gaze as she looks down at you making your heart beat in your chest. “I’m okay, I promise. Please don’t stop” she slides in and out of you at a slow pace, letting you adjust to her size, the feeling of your walls squeezing her making her knot so close to being released.

“F-faster, please Alpha, you feel so good inside me” she moves her cock deeper inside you, taking her time as she enjoys the feeling of you around her,  the feeling of her inside you making your head feel all fuzzy. You feel her tongue on your sweat gland, her teeth grazing the skin there as her speed picks up. “Gonna mark you Y/n, gonna make you mine. My Omega. I love you” you whimper at her words, the feeling of her inside you and the smell in the air so overwhelming that you start to see stars once you close your eyes, your release so close. You move your head to the side as you present your neck to her. “Please mark me, make me yours. Give me your knot Alpha, please claim me” she growls as she moves deeper inside you, wanting to feel all of you, getting ready to push her knot inside you. You feel her bite down on it, instantly cumming on her cock as she marks you, a powerful orgasm washing over you. “Oh fuck, Nat!” she shivers as you cum around her cock, the feeling causing her to release herself inside you, her seed filling you up as she pushes her knot inside you, nuzzling her face against your mark, licking it and breathing you in. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you come down from your high, kissing her as you look into her eyes.

“I love you, please Alpha can I mark you?” she kisses your lips softly once more as she nods her head, feeling you sink your teeth into her gland, moaning as her cock twitches inside you, wrapping her arms around your body to keep you close and stay inside you longer. She kisses you as she moves inside you again, whispering against your lips as you let out a moan. “I love you more than you will ever know my beautiful Omega, and I’m going to show you just how much. Going to make you all round with my pups” you moan as she moves inside you again; and you know you’re in for a long night of love making with your Alpha.

[boredzillenial]

Kat und Maus

A spy has gone slightly rogue on her mission, low and behold her team bites off more than she can chew.

Themes: f!main character, 3rd person perspective, spy fic, flirting, SFW (wait wtf this never happens)

A.N: trying something a bit different with this one. Not feeling super confident in my writing atm so lemme know what y’all think ~

“I’m in the compound” She whispers into the mic hidden in her bracelet.

“Remember, The nephew is the target, agent. It’s too dangerous to go after V directly.” Her boss’s voice clips in her ear.

“But -“

“Too. Dangerous.” The tone in his voice left no room for interpretation.

She rolls her eyes, continuing her quick strides up the mansion stairs. “Waste of my time and yours.” Her words come out in a puff of chilly night air. “Good evening - The party is this way yes?” Her well rehearsed German accent trills up to the sentry waiting by the front door. “I still don’t understand why he insists on his guests parking their own damn cars.” She makes a point to huff and roll her eyes as she tosses her jacket in his face.

In a quick succession of movements she slams her heel on his foot, muffles his scream with the thick fabric, and twists him around till her arm snakes around his neck. “Sleep tight…” She coos as his body goes limp.

She drags him into the nearby bushes and rewraps her coat around her bare shoulders. “Told you the jacket trick works” She whispers a little smugly into the receiver on her wrist.

“That should be the last armed guards outside. V doesn’t like guns flashing around his guests - unless he’s doing the flashing.” She trys not to roll her eyes again, oh the egos of men . “Nephew should be on the balcony. Go straight there, secure him and over the edge. The extraction team’s waiting in the water at the base of the cliffs.”

“What is it with the ridiculously wealthy and putting their homes on cliffs.” She whispers, admiring the ornate paintings and museum worthy pieces along the walls and small tables.

“Agent, stay on task.”

“So impersonal. I know you know my name might as well say it.” Her tone clips short to match his.

“Also, what’s with the pseudonym, his name is -“

“Anselm tell that story again!” A mans voice booms from the open doorway just a few feet ahead. A chorus of affirmative chatter rises along with it.

“Oh please, you are embarrassing me. It’s not that entertaining.” Anselm’s raised, singsong German accent rings out like a siren song.

“Agent - stay on-“ Those are the last words she hears before she slips the the earpiece out and down into her brazier.

She rounds the corner slowly, getting the layout of the room and those within. The booming voiced man is standing, drunken smile across his reddened face along with four more strained faces with ingenue smiles across them.

And there, seated at an imperial looking dark wooden desk is her target, Anselm. Seeing him in person struck something different within her. She’d studied the far lensed slightly blur photographs along with his laundry list of a rap sheet- he’s a crime boss, an international thief, a kidnapper, a murder. But the man before her seems, well not all that scary.

Cheers and claps fill the room until Anselm relents “Fine fine - I was down in South America, meeting with some less than friendly constituents when - Why hello there.” He stops as he eyes her leaning in the doorframe “And who might you be my dear.” He stands, never taking his eyes off her.

“Anselm darling I am offended -“ Her accent mirrors his “Have you forgotten our time in Munich already? I know it was years ago and we were both so intoxicated but -“

“Everyone, please leave.” His tone is light despite the unknown expression on his face. Creaking and squeaking fills the space as he makes his way to her.

“But sir -“ The large man begins and quickly halts when Anselm looks his way.

The slight squint of his eyes is all it took, sending everyone else in the room scattering. “Now - yours is a face I would not forget.” He sat slowly on the leather couch, adjusting and patting the empty space beside him. “What is your name madam.”

She rolls her alias with ease “- Do you remember now?” She walks slowly, lengthening her steps to sway her hips. His eyes land perfectly on the motion. “Or perhaps you’d remember, other things about me.” She lowers her voice as she sits beside him.

“I don’t believe -“ The beginning of his question is cut short with the sharp ringing from an old style telephone on his desk “Apologies my dear, duty calls” Once again his voice is light but the slightest moment of concern crossed his features before he stiffly stands.

“No need, I need to powder my nose. Be right back.” She coos over her shoulder. Though she keeps her steps slow with purpose her nerves are alight. She really thought he would be so much more imposing or terrifying given his reputation. But he’s just a man, and the look in his eyes makes something she didn’t care to admit stir low in her belly.

She clicks a little quicker down the back hall and onto the patio, where only silence awaits her. While she glances cautiously around for her original target she digs into her dress.

Already she can hear the soft buzzing of a scream as she retrieves the ear piece from her cleavage and puts it back into place. “-AVE YOU GONE MAD! THERE’S A TEAM HEADED YOUR WAY IN LESS THAN 5 YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE!” He screams.

“I made contact with V, I can take him. The nephew is gone.” She hisses.

“ENOUGH! GET TO THE EXTRACTION POINT - THE SECONDARY TEAM WILL RETRIEVE HIM.”

She sighs, shakes her head and carefully jumps over the railing to shimmy down the lattice. “So not worth it, shit.”

She makes her way down the dark expanse of grass and rocks to the extraction team who also look intensely displeased by her change in plan. “Target acquired, heading to base. Ready by 0600 hours for interrogation.”

“Agent, in light of your insubordination. You will remain awake and interrogate the asset once you return.” His words cut into her bruised ego.

“Sir I haven’t slept since -“

“Does it sound, like I care…” his words struggle past his teeth into her ear.

“No, sir.”

“Then sign off. Stay alert….” She pulls the earpiece out and grips it so tightly she snaps the delicate tool into pieces. As she heads off with the team she readies her mind for interrogating the initial target. Some silver spoon punk who was probably kept around as more of a decoration than an asset. Breaking him should be easy enough, but her thoughts stray back to Anselm, the intensity in his gaze and how sure he carried himself, despite the brace…

0600

She walks groggily down the empty hall, gripping onto a hot cup of coffee. This time dressed in casual civilian clothes of Jeans and a Tee she keeps stashed away for emergencies in her locker.

“Can’t believe he’s making me interview this little punk first thing.” She yawns.

“Alright kid - we can do this the easy way or -“ her words cut short in her throat. The slumped form of Anselm tied to the chair in the center of the room.

“Sir,” She clips into her new ear piece “I think you need to see this…”

The minutes pass like lifetimes until finally her boss rounds the corner. “You’ve got to be fucking -“ he growls, whipping the door open, taking a good look, and closing it softly “kidding me…” his final words come out in an exasperated sigh as he rubs his temples. “And this wasn’t you?” He asks without looking up at her.

“Absolutely not sir, I got outta there before the team hit… Did you want me to still do the interrogation?” Her tone shifts to something softer, not wanting to piss her boss off more than he already is.

He whirls on her, “I’ll take you at your word this wasn’t you… But it’s still on you for not containing the original target when you had the chance. When the higher-ups come down on our asses for catching this fucking shark instead of his stupid little nephew, I’m pointing them in your direction unless you get something usable out of him. Understood?”

She nods once “Any limitations?”

“Keep ‘m alive.” He growls before stalking off, a heavy invisible weight on his shoulders.

She steps calmly back into the interrogation room, closing the door a little harder than necessary. Anselm jolts in his chair, eyes squinting as they settle on her. “You again, dangerous little Maus, where have you whisked me to.” He tisks while taking in his surroundings.

“Sorry to disappoint, we don’t have any better accommodations at present.” She sighs and sits a couple feet away in the singular opposing chair. “So tell me Anselm, you feeling okay?” She puts on a saccharine smile.

“Oh my dear you know the ropes aren’t very comfortable.” He wiggles a bit to test them. Looks like the team had decided on simple restraints on his ankles, torso and wrists. “And you’re american? Such a pity.” He tuts.

She crosses her legs and takes a long sip of her coffee.

Anselm eyes the cup, licking his lips for a moment then meeting her gaze again. “Uncomfortable chair, no refreshments, not even a table to negotiate.”

“Oh well see that’s where you’ve not quite caught up. We aren’t negotiating, this is more of well, let’s call it a knowledge seeking interview.”

“Darling, I think I know what an interrogation room looks like. But why bring me here hmm?” He quirks up a brow “I do say you would’ve gotten whatever you wanted in that slick little number you were wearing in earlier. But, you Americans do love your Blue Jeans…”

“I don’t think my clothes will prevent me from learning what I wanna know.” She takes another long sip, enjoying that little lip lick of his again. “Thirsty?”

Anselm chuckles softly, “Very, would you mind?”

“Oh not at all,” She stands slowly “You help me, I’ll help you. How’s that sound. Little quid pro quo.”

“What do you want to know my dear.” He eyes her as she makes her way to him. That dark gaze grazes over her.

“Well for starters, that mansion of yours.” She queries casually “Why along a cliff?”

“This is what the American Goverment wishes to know?”The lilt in his voice coaxes the faintest smirk to her lips.

“This is what I wish to know. Consider this the quid” she encourages.

“Well, for the view of course.” He shrugs.

“Huh… how boring.” She sighs “but fair is fair.” She takes her coffee cup and brings it to his lips “I’m sure you don’t mind sharing.” In reality, this was a test, just how far she could get away with him. If he would share a drink with her, there may be some trust. Trust leads to answers.

“Not at all,” He murmurs as she tilts the cup, he drinks deep for a moment before she pulls it away. “Thank you my darling, in fact I prefer it. You know how it is after people try to poison you. After the first few you only eat or drink after others have, ahaha.” There it is again, that strange little giggle.

“Can’t say I do, but good to keep in mind.” She shakes her head a moment, setting the coffee cup on the floor beside his chair and getting comfortable in her own. “Now, I’ve got a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Anything my dear.”

“Tell me about the weapons trade, how’s everything going hmm? I hear the Russians have really been giving you a hard time.” She eyes him while crossing her legs, foot bouncing casually.

“Okay, almost anything.” He coughs, “You understand I cannot discuss such matters with you my dear. Despite your beauty and statuesque figure.”

Is he still flirting? Is he serious? She decides to test it. “Aww Anselm, you’ve disappointed me.” She tuts as she stands, walking past him to a nearby table laid with all sorts of instruments to help loosen one’s tongue. “I thought you’d make this easy for both of us.”

“My darling, nothing with me is easy. You’ll come to enjoy that I hope.” He try’s to turn, unable to get her into his peripheral.

“I’m not one for puzzles, or games,” she comes around to face him, twirling a set of pliers in her hand “And to be brutally honest I’m not the best when it comes to patience.”

He eyes the instrument in her hand for a moment before his gaze roams over her body again. “Now that is truly a use for me. Teaching you patience, it is one of life’s greatest pleasures.” His tone shifts low, sultry.

She decides to lean in, a hand on either arm and her face just inches from his, “Do you think you’re in much of a position to teach me anything right now?” Her tone drops low to meet his.

“My dear, things can change so quickly you know.” His eyes flicker down to her lips, “It would make things so much easier for you to play nice.”

She leans back and barks out a laugh. “You can’t be serious right now. You are in a hidden bunker in for all you know the damn ocean. I pull out pliers and you don’t so much as bat an eye?”

“Don’t let my own handsomeness fool you, you must not know who you are dealing with to think such a simple tool would frighten me.” Anselm is deadly calm as he speaks. Somehow, despite him being the one tied to a chair authority radiates from him. “I do urge you, untie me now and save yourself some trouble later feisty maus.”

She’s about to put her tool to work when the door behind her bursts open. In an instant someone is on her, choking her from behind and lifting her high enough her feet no longer touch the ground. She claws and kicks to no avail as two more men sweep in and quickly release Anselm from his bindings.

“Don’t kill her, I like this one.” His words cut through her choking gasps and for a moment the grip around her throat loosens. “A little lower.”

The arms around her lower till they are face to face again. She’s clinging onto consciousness by a thread, her ears ringing and limbs going limp.

Anselm drags his thumb over her lower, “beautiful feisty maus, rest up. When you wake it will be your turn to help me.” He gives a quick nod and that grip tightens again. The last thing she hears is indistinguishable words in his short tone. The final sensation is the gentle brush of fingers across her cheek as her world fades into darkness.

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[allys-corner]

Part 1

Summary: You and Eddie have known eachother since childhood, though a falling out between the two of you has led to you guys becoming distant. Can Uncle Wayne and your parent's meddling solve this issue?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I posted, but I don't have much motivation atm. If you wanna send any requests, please feel free! Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

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When Wayne told Eddie to wear something nice, he thought maybe Wayne was bringing home a lady friend, but not this. Wayne had invited the family from across the street over, and with them their daughter, you.

These dinners used to consist of a younger you and Eddie scheming on one side of the table while the adults conversed on the other, but you hadn’t really talked to each other in years. Mostly because of high school. Eddie didn’t like your taste in friends, and he never really invited you around his either. I wonder what made her decide to come. Must have been her parents blackmailing her of some kind.

Eddie fully walks into the living room and takes his place by Wayne’s side. He greets your family politely before awkwardly saying hi to you as well. You give him a half-smile before turning back to the others.

“Alright everyone,” Wayne claps, “who is ready to eat? Eddie, can you go grab the ham for me?” Eddie nods as he sees your mother whisper in your ear before pushing you towards the kitchen as well. Eddie tries to pay it no mind as he enters the room and heads towards the drawer holding the potholders. He reaches the drawer just as you enter the kitchen.

“Hey, my mom said you might need help carrying stuff?” you question looking around at the dishes on the counter.

“That’s okay, I got it” Eddie dismisses before grabbing the two handles on the dish. It would take him more trips but he didn’t really want you in his way.

“What about these green be-”

“Yeah sure” Eddie cuts you off as he walks out the door. You give a weak glare at his back before grabbing the food and returning to the dinner table.

Dinner is fairly uneventful other than the subtle brags from both sets of parents. You put it down as your mom trying to get brownie points for having a good kid. Wayne mainly bragged about Eddie’s band and his new job at the local mechanic shop. This was news to you since the last you heard of Eddie, he was working at Family Video.

During the night, as the adults bordered on a little too tipsy, your parents and Wayne stopped focusing on you two and were engaged in conversation amongst themselves. Choosing to break the silence, rather than wallow in the awkwardness, you turn towards Eddie who Wayne had seated right across from you.

“So… how are you liking the new job?” you ask politely, hoping for an easy connection, but Eddie never made it easy for you.

“It’s alright I guess,” he stabs the food on his plate muttering, “I don’t think you’d really know what I was talking about if I told you anything else” he dismisses turning back to the meal. You are unfettered by his comments as you continue,

“Oh well, what made you wanna work there?” you ask.

“I got sick of Steve being my manager, so I quit. Just so happens that Wayne knew this guy that owns the shop, and he got me a job there.” He explains quickly as if trying to get out of the conversation as soon as possible.

Feeling dejected by his replies, you give a quick “well, that’s nice” before going back to eating silently. Neither of your parents seemed to have noticed the exchange between you two, as the atmosphere doesn’t change much after.

Finally, it was time for the awkward goodbyes and waves before you were hopping in your dad’s chevy and headed home. You barely made it into bed before you were fast asleep hoping to forget the weird night you just had.

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Saturday came as a blessing, as you were finally allowed to catch up on some much-needed rest. Crawling out of your cocoon at around 11, you walk downstairs to an empty house. Looking out the living room window, you see that both of their cars are gone. A large yellow piece of paper draws your eyes as you wander through the kitchen doorway. Picking up the note, you begin to read:

Hey Hun, me and your father have some stuff that we need to get done today so we won’t be back until late. Don’t forget that Aunt Janice should be getting there at around 3 pm so please make sure the house is clean when she gets there. Love you!

-Mom

You groan out loud before slamming the paper back down. It took you a couple hours to finish cleaning the house. You plop your exhausted body down on the couch right before the doorbell goes off. Struggling to stand, you slump to the door. Opening the curtains reveals the face of Eddie Munson equipped with a shiny red toolbox in hand. You shoot him a confused look, but open the door anyway. He walks in, casually hanging his jacket, before turning to explain.

"Uncle Wayne sent me here. He said you were having a problem with your car and to come look at it." he says imploringly impatient. You don't give him time to say anything more before you're already bounding off towards the garage with a wide grin (with a hesitant Eddie following behind).

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“Maybe you should try to convince him to go to prom with you?” you teased.

“Yeah, probably not,” he dismisses while turning back to the car. Wow, he actually looked at me for longer than two seconds this time. I think that’s a record.

“Plus, I’m not even going to prom, so it won’t matter much.” The statement cuts through your thoughts abruptly, but your reply is quick.

“Wait, you're missing your senior prom again?”

“y/n, you know this is my second senior year, I don’t think it matters much anymore.” He replies easily while grabbing a tool from the box behind him.

“Yeah, but this could be your last one and you haven’t been to prom since your junior year!” you exclaim quickly as you move into his sight to give him a disappointed look, “and didn’t you say that this was your year, it can’t be your year, if you don’t do all the typical high school things,” you reason with him.

You don’t know why you have decided that you needed Eddie to go to prom so badly. Maybe it's that thought that if he was there, you wouldn’t feel so alone or weird or that you’d at least have someone to talk to when your friends ignore you all night. Before you could say anything more though, the doorbell rings throughout the house, muffled by the garage door. With that, your conversation with Eddie is cut short as you leave the garage and head towards the front door.

Upon reaching it you look through the fogged glass and recognize your Aunt Janice’s bright white fur coat. Taking a minute and a breath, you open the door with the biggest smile you can muster.

“Hey Aunt Janice, you made it!” you welcome as you automatically reach to help her with her suitcases.

“Oh hello dear, lovely to see you again.” She responds not giving you much notice as she steps into the house. Her eyes seemed to be searching for all the small new things she could bring up about the place. It only took her a few minutes for her to find something that she disliked, commenting that the new rug would probably look better if it was donated. You chuckle along, as you feed her small comments and information to tide her over.

“Well Aunt Janice, I’m gonna go put these in your room for you.” You tell her as you make hast towards the guest room. Taking a breather while you set her stuff down, you try and decide if you should tell her about Eddie being here or not, and also what you should say to Eddie as well.

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Aunt Janice had been a bitch your whole life, but you'd think she would at least have some restraint when strangers were around. I guess maybe she didn't see Eddie as much of a stranger since she wasn't holding back.

"Are those the clothes you are gonna be wearing tonight?" She said, haughtily. Aunt Janice had always seemed to dislike you the most out of the family. No matter how primped and polished you are, there's always something wrong for her to comment on. This time it seemed to be the outfit choice that you had picked, although this was a casual setting and you hadn't left the house at all. This wouldn't have made you think twice if it was just family around.

"No," you blush, looking down at your outfit embarrassed.

"I don't know what I'm gonna wear to the party yet. I haven't given it much thought."

"Clearly girl, if you ever want people to take you seriously you have to dress the part." she leaves the room before returning quickly with an expensive looking blouse, "Here, you can wear this. It probably costs more than your whole wardrobe so be careful with it."

You begin to reach for the blouse before Eddie's hand stops you. You look up at him confused, but he's already stepping up beside you with a hard gaze pointed at Janice.

"I think she looks just fine in what she's wearing, but if she wants to change that's her choice," He pushes the shirt back towards Janice's shell shocked face.

"I also think that the price of the thing doesn't always mean that it's better." He gives a shark-like grin before turning back towards you. Before he can speak, Janice cuts him off loudly.

"I don't think anybody asked what you thought, boy."

Oh no, Eddie was in for it now.

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[blueikeproductions]

Ok I think it has to be said. The current EarthSpark situation is basically this big from The Office style Muppets show.

It’s looking pretty apparent via a recent post by Wheeljack’s voice actor on Reddit and comments made by Nemesis, formally Axiom Nexus on the matter that after the final batch of S2…

“It’s over.”

“Noooooooo!”

While Wheeljack and some staff seem hopeful, the show hasn’t been greenlit for a third season, Hasbro and Paramount has increasingly been disavowing EarthSpark in favor of Tales of the TMNT.

And this was EarthSpark’s only appearance at SDCC:

Hasbro never spoke of it once either, all their focus is on TFONE. They’ve even admitted as much.

The next cartoon is already underway according to leaks, with recent leaks implying Mirage is a main Autobot… but that said the hint was an image of his DOTM self… who is also called Dino. It’s led some to incorrectly assume it’s some kind of Bayformers thing when apparently Hasbro has recently clarified they don’t like returning to older stuff (looks at Legacy and the countless G1 revisits along with IDW & Skybound… Hmm…), so I think it’s just the leaker trying not to be obvious by using G1 or ROTB Mirage.

On top of a group of Decepticons who aren’t the usual suspects in Megs, Screamer, & the Waves, I think it’s clear Hasbro has moved on.

Now Axiom Nemesis keeps insisting this is a TFONE cartoon, though atm I’m hesitant to agree. It makes sense, but we don’t know if TFONE will do well. RotB, despite doing well on streaming, ultimately tanked in theaters and the toyline is now on clearance. I don’t think leaping into a TFONE cartoon already makes sense yet. On top of the Decepticons not having Megatron in this new toyline, that doesn’t make sense to not have him in a TFONE cartoon. So I’m leaning towards this being a separate thing for now.

As for the future of the Terrans cropping in future media, dunno. A panel with Skybound has said to their knowledge they can use IDW original characters if they want to, so presumably new characters from Aligned, Cyberverse and EarthSpark could be on the table as SkyBound has expressed interest in using more non G1 characters like TFA Bulkhead. Will they use them is another matter, and I still stand by the Terrans will probably just be ordinary Autobots and Decepticons like what typically happens to the Maximals & Predacons. So brace yourselves for that if so…

[ivant1ll]

5 Barely Functioning Adults Don't Mix Well (Obviously)

ALNST modern AU . . . AO3 LINK IF PREFERRED

word count : 3823 - so i wrote this like a month ago and i thought it would be nice to post it over on here since im kinda getting back into posting atm ! 1! only mizisua & ivantill rlly mentioned in this fic btw im not too big on hyuluka so i don't really include them in fics soz (they're all autistic btw- GETS SHOT)

Who would know that a note, a single ink stained piece of paper could become the death sentence for the whole house.

“Needed a small ‘me day-’,”

“God, even the way he says ‘me day’ makes him sound like a mom.” Till cuts off Hyuna reading the lined paper laying on the kitchen counter. She rolls her eyes and shoots him a small grin as she continues.

“I’ll be gone for the day, make sure to take care of the house while I’m gone! Please….”

There are now large spaces in between the next 5 words, some of said words now going out the lined rows of the notebook paper. “Don't. Burn. Down. The. House.”

“Pfft- burn down the house, what are we five?” Hyuna discards the note onto the counter it was originally placed on.

“Well then, ya’ll, the fort's ours for the day! Simple as that, all we need to do is keep this place clean and keep our bellies filled until Ivan gets home.” Hyuna already triumphantly goes to lay on the couch resting her hands behind her head as if she’s already eaten her 3; multi-course meals of ‘victory’ for the day and all she’d need to do is wait for the sound of Ivan walking through the door.

If only it was that easy.

Sua and Mizi stand together in the middle of the hallway leading to the kitchen, deciding how they’re going to handle Ivan’s abrupt absence.

“Well I mean.. It doesn’t seem like too much of a mess is left as of now, we could all make a simple meal for ourselves too if anything, I don’t mind cooking us a decent sized meal either.” Mizi warmly smiles at her partner in light of her generous offer.

“Why don’t we just order pizza or something…? Seems kinda dumb to give us more of a mess to deal with-”

“Unless you’re willing to pay over 80$ for pizza, no. Till we are fully capable of cleaning up after ourselves and feeding ourselves as well. Frankly you should be the last one here telling us how or what we should be eating.” Till should know pizza is only for special occasions, they all get different toppings so they need their own separate pizza. Taking food advice from the king of instant and fast food is like getting healthy eating advice from the king of Candyland.

“Well god forbid I make shit easier,” Till rolls his eyes and raises up his arms defensively, “I’ll be upstairs just let me know if you make something or if Ivan’s back”, he quickly rushes back to the confines of his room.

Frankly, keeping a house in order seems easy enough for the group. Everyone in the house knows that, but they’d all be lying through their teeth if they said Ivan didn’t bridge that gap of functionality between all of their schedules, living habits, etc. He never even felt forced to take on the role, that’s the most shocking part. Depending on who asks him, you'll get 5 different answers for each house member as to why he’s the self proclaimed “House Malewife”.

“Mizi, you’re scared of the hot oil in the pan jumping out at you..”

“Well yeah, it’s sudden! It hurts too, of course I’d be scared!”

“Hence why having you cook, although a generous offer of you to help, wouldn’t work out for this dish I’m making. Seriously though, thanks for the offer.” Ivan flashes a smile at the dejected face of the kindhearted Mizi. Ivan won’t admit that Mizi loses track of the cooking utensils too much.

“Doesn’t dust set off your asthma, Luka? Here let me clean it, I can get the table too.”

“No it’s fine, don't worry Ivan. It’s never triggered in any outrageous way, I should be fine handling it.”

“No no Luka, trust me it’s fine! I was about to do some tidying up anyway.” Ivan begins to shoo Luka away. “I spend such a large chunk of time in here anyways I probably contributed to most of this mess!” Ivan chuckles a bit while he begins to dust down the center-console.

Ivan won’t admit he hates the way Luka arranges the things on the tables and shelves. Random books don’t go on tables, that’s not decorating, that’s just being disorganized. Yes books would look fine if they were sorted by color, but only if they were all the same size, this just looks abhorred and Ivan can feel his eye twitch when he looks at them.

“Hyuna! Hyuna!” Ivan physically can’t shout any louder. He quickly rushes to her speaker to turn it off, the deafening silence being the best thing anybody in the house could hear for once.

Hyuna quickly turns around, “Huh? Yeah what’s the matter Iva- woah…. You look upset. What happened? You don’t like this song?” Hyuna asks as obvious as it is why Ivan would be upset.

He takes a deep breath in attempting to ground himself,

“Hyuna… would you like to know who we just received a noise complaint from?”

“.... Uhhhhhh… Sua!”

“No Hyuna. Our neighbors, Sua left the house 45 minutes ago because of the music…! Please… please turn it down. Or you know what, even better, I like to clean with headphones on!! You go listen to your music in your room and I’ll continue cleaning from here.” Ivan begins to take the broom in Hyuna’s hands, she hands it over.

“Suit yourself, but if you need help, just lemme know. My bad about the music by the way, got a bit too into it!” She looks way too happy as she finishes her sentence, almost proud of the ear-piercing noise her speakers made. Ivan won’t admit he also hated how loud, obnoxious, and overstimulating Hyuna’s cleaning playlist is.

“Hey dear what ar- …. Till. What the hell are you doing?”

“Making cereal.” Ivan ponders a way he can respond that does not include smacking his boyfriend. His jaw physically cannot clench anymore as he speaks.

“In a pan…? On the stove…? I suppose I could say I’m impressed as well, seeing as you managed to burn it too, I can quite literally see the charred bits from here.” They both stood there in silence.

“You know what, I choose peace, I'm too tired to ask, I haven't had my coffee yet. Please get out of the kitchen.” Ivan exhales as Till shrugs, turning off the stove and just grabbing the cereal box to eat straight out of it instead of… whatever he was trying to do with the cereal on the stove. Ivan won’t admit Till looks stupid as fuck doing things sometimes. What was he even trying to achieve by what seemed to have been cooking cereal??

“Oh hey Ivan, can you please pass me the dressing for this salad I’m making?” Sua is making herself a garden salad, she looks as peaceful as peaceful can possibly get.

“Oh yeah sure th-” Ivan notices the empty lettuce core left on the table.

“Hey Sua, can you please let me know if you’re using up the entirety of something in the fridge? I needed that lettuce for the tacos I’m making tonight..” Ivan passes the dressing to Sua.

“Oh, sorry about that Ivan, yeah I’ll make sure.” Sua takes her bowl and walks over to the living room to eat. Ivan won't admit that as independent as Sua is, her being a vegetarian gets in the way of meal planning… a lot… nor did she even offer to buy more lettuce.

Knowing all this, it becomes obvious to just about anybody why Ivan would need a break from the house for a bit. But unfortunately, the house members aren’t just “anybody”. Yeah they know Ivan does a lot of housework and would deserve a break, but not any of his extra grievances that caused him to be so committed to taking on so much of everyone's chores. Sua sighs as she turns to Mizi.

“So.. what should we make?”

“Oh well… anything you make is good so I wouldn’t mind whatever!” Sua almost forgot Mizi is the last person she should ask about food or frankly anything concerning Sua that warrants an opinion. Mizi is too nice for her own good.

Sua sighs, still kissing Mizi on the cheek for complimenting her cooking. She turns to the other side of the room, “Luka. Food ideas, quick.”

“Huh…?” Luka suddenly regains focus on the situation, having taken a seat in the middle of the pizza negotiations. “I’m not quite sure, I’ll be just fine not eating so it’s whatever you’d wish to make.”

Great. Mizi’s too nice and Luka can go about a week eating a singular Cheerios’s amount of food, how could Sua forget. Asking Hyuna is already out of the question, she’s made it known she in no way can handle just about anything made within Sua’s diet.

“Meat is just something I cannot give up in the meal. I don't know and never will know how you do it.”

Even better, Hyuna’s strictly a carnivore and Till can’t eat anything that isn’t frozen, made in a microwave, or that isn’t fast food. Sua’s already tired, so forget cooking for now.

“You know what… you guys just let me know when you get hungry, let Till know if you do see him that I’ll be upstairs with Mizi and to let him know what I told all of you.” She exits the room with Mizi trailing behind her.

Hyuna proceeded to lay on the couch, lounging just as she had been doing before, Luka eventually turned over to her, “How long do you think the house is going to last?”

“You’re saying that like you don’t think we can handle ourselves. We’re grown ass adults, months! We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to.” Hyuna replies with a slight eye roll. Luka simply looks away in response, he doesn’t have the energy to clash with Hyuna nor does he think there's any good reason to have a genuine debate over the survivability rates of the household without Ivan. The blond eventually walks off to his room when looking around the connected kitchen and living room became uninteresting enough.

“We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to” is quite an interesting statement. Hell, it might have been seen as believable too, the house was quiet and peaceful. But, that statement would ring in Luka’s ears as the blaring fire alarm in the house would screech and scream loud enough for everyone to hear. He rushes out his room to the kitchen, which is conveniently right next to his door. Turns out that “screaming” isn't the fire alarm (the screeching was though, a fire alarm can do nothing more but screech), that screaming was in fact Till and Hyuna.

Looking down, the reason for the screaming and screeching and other loud and undescribable noises became obvious. The large skillet on the stove that was engulfed in flames. Both Till and Hyuna were scrambling around the kitchen, unbeknownst of what to do other than scream and try to get across incoherent sentences to each other.

“Water, cup, now!” Till screamed at Hyuna. Luka would have almost found it a better idea to pretend he saw nothing and go back into his room as if this wasn’t technically his house to begin with.

Hyuna bolted to get a cup of water, which Till proceeded to throw at the fire. The flames only began to consume the feeble cup worth of liquid and would grow in size.

“Why didn’t it work?!?-”

“You seriously think I know Till?????!?! Luka help us!!!” Hyuna cuts Till off, shouting towards Luka who is mere feet away from the chaos. He doesn’t respond. Sua and Mizi begin to rush downstairs as they hear the commotion.

“What happe-” Sua pauses in place. Mizi gasps and jumps back, knocking her partner towards the wall.

“Mizi, call 911 please. Till, go get towels so we can… try to cover the fire to put it out.” Sua is trying her hardest to keep Mizi calm knowing that if she begins to hyperventilate, she’d honestly start doing the same.

“You mean the towels from the hallway hamper that I put in the wash?????” Till’s eyes are wide as he realizes the weight of his horribly ironic sudden urges of responsibility in Ivan’s absence.

“Till. You mean to tell me that the one time you actually do the laundry is now???!!?!??” Sua’s enraged, irate in fact.

Whilst those two bickered, Mizi was on the phone with operators, and Luka stood in the middle of the kitchen, almost frozen in time. Hyuna suddenly ran through everyone with a large pot in hand. Sua quickly spots this and turns towards her,

“Oh Hyuna thank god quick cover the fi-”

She revealed at that moment the pot was not to cover the fire, in fact she threw even more water into the flames, it only began to increase in size, beginning to also engulf the paper towel roll that was just barely close enough to the stove to be set off as well.

“Hyuna! You can’t just throw a small amount of water on a fire that only makes it worse what the hell is wrong with you!!!” Sua has now raised her voice even higher than she would in even her most tensest moments, losing her composure even more.

“Well what the hell else am I supposed to do?!?!?” They all begin to dodge back from the stove, unsure of how unpredictably the fire could move at this point. The skillet that started this whole mess is now completely ruined. Great, the house is on fire and Ivan’s skillet is ruined, the other house members can only pray he’d even show up to their funerals after killing them all.

Mizi runs back over to the group after finishing the call, only processing at that moment how big the fire is. “Guys please what do we do!?” Mizi exclaims not being able to keep her composure. Mizi is now panicking, Sua is now arguing with Hyuna and Till for their lack of critical thinking skills, and Luka has gone into the closest thing to a vegetative state out of pure shock.

The door opens. Either divine intervention might just be real, or whoever is on the other side of the door found it quite amusing to watch everyone from the inside panic and flail around as the kitchen stove was on fire, and they decided to simply watch it until they felt like stepping in. All of their heads jerk towards the door, as if they had all been coded to do so, they all shout in unison

“Ivan!!!” Their savior is finally standing at the door.

He simply stands there in silence looking at everyone and the… “mess” they had caused. Not uttering a word or even making direct eye contact with anybody, he walks straight towards the kitchen. Everyone goes still and simply stares at him.

He opens a cupboard, making haste while doing so to stop the fire from spreading any more than it already has. Grabbing a fire extinguisher that was quite literally right there and putting out the fire. He places it back on the ground after assessing if the fire has been fully taken care of. Bag and other miscellaneous items in hand, he looks around at the rest of the house members, who continue to stand there, not moving an inch. A pin in the next house over could be dropped and heard from the kitchen.

“When… did you have that..?” Mizi asks.

“Right here…?” Ivan responds quite nonchalantly. A bit concerningly relaxed too, almost as if the stove wasn’t almost fully engulfed in flames.

“You were going to tell us this when???” Till chimes in, sounding quite annoyed that this whole situation could have easily been avoided.

Ivan raises an eyebrow and grins a little, almost out of some sick amusement he’s deriving from this. “I’m quite sure I told you all a few months ago, this is Luka’s house to begin with, wouldn’t he know where it would be??”

They all turn towards Luka in response to this, waiting for a response from him, but he simply stands there in silence. The cherry on top to this fuck you pie, due to the situation unfolding, Luka had a shutdown and literally could not explain where the fire extinguisher was.

“Yeah… I’d suggest giving him a moment to calm down,” Mizi walks up to Luka, not close enough to possibly make him feel uneasy, but enough to get the message across that she’s attempting to communicate with him as passively as she can. He simply walks off and goes to his room in complete silence.

Ivan now takes a second to take in the damage done, looking at the charred skillet that is now completely unrecognizable, the stovetop which is now quite damaged, and finally, the faces of all his other housemates.

“Who started the fire?” He says bluntly, Sua and Mizi step back, Hyuna instinctively pushes Till forward towards his lover.

She points to him and exclaims, “Till did it.”

He quickly snaps back towards his friend, “Woah woah woah what the fuck dude you were literally in here with me too, hell you even played into the fire starting?! Don’t play all innocent now, you couldn’t even put out the fire you made it worse actually-”

“Till. Hyuna. What did you two do? I don’t want to sit here interrogating you all when we can easily solve this issue like adults.” He is now speaking through clenched teeth, what adult, nevertheless an entire group of them manage to almost burn an entire kitchen down and fail at any and every attempt to put it out?? Ivan can subside his inner consciousness to attempt to remain as grounded as possible.

Till steps forward, crossing his arms in the process, “Okay fine, I was trying to make myself something small to eat since I got hungry. I was gonna make a small instant meal, but I needed to set up the pan first.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t completely his fault Ivan, you gotta believe me! I must have turned the stove too high and none of us were paying attention enough after putting the oil in, cause next thing we know the whole damn thing was on fire!” Hyuna attempts to defend Till, even after initially betraying him.

“So much for ‘simple as that’ Hyuna, you can’t even prepare a pan properly, or use the right pan!” Sua scowled at Hyuna.

“Oh hush Sua, what we were making would’ve been much better than your herbivorous shit!” Hyuna retorts and Ivan shushes them all.

“Please. Shut up. So, if I got this straight. Till got hungry, you and him decided to prepare something small, used a whole skillet to make a single frozen salisbury steak, left the stove on too hot with oil in the pan, and almost burnt down the kitchen?” They all frowned at Ivan’s breakdown of things, as true as it was.

“Well I mean.. when you word it like that we look dumb as hell dude..” Till looks away from the gaze of his boyfriend, his hands slipping in the pockets of his hoodie that he wears around the house. “Look man, we just wanna be able to handle ourselves, I guess we got carried away though with it…”, he takes a deep breath in, almost as if it would pain him to utter these words no matter how important the person is to him that he’s saying it to. “We-”

“We’re really sorry Ivan! I should have been more on top of what everyone else is doing and I bet we look reallyyyy dumb right now- I promise we’ll learn how to take better care of the house when you’re gone since it’s not your responsibility to always do!” Mizi quickly interrupts, almost looking like she was going to simply burst if she couldn’t get out her apology any sooner.

Till points to the pink haired girl, “Yeah what she said, sorry I guess Ivan…” Till celebrates in his head over not having to come up with some long winded apology. Yeah he feels bad, but apologies are something he’ll never be able to muster up properly without feeling a weird pit in his stomach.

“I thought I could handle everyone and their needs as well as you can, but I suppose I couldn’t,” Sua lets out a slight chuckle trying to make light of things, “They kinda suck at this whole ‘living alone’ thing.” She grins at the others.

Hyuna leans back to elbow the girl placed at the entrance of the kitchen, “Well maybe if we didn’t have someone correcting us like a school teacher during a literal house fire instead of jumping in to help we could have put it out sooner.” Hyuna sticks out her tongue at Sua as she walks back up to Ivan, “We’re really sorry man, I promise ya’ we’ll get our shit together and learn how to be functioning adults!!! But really dude, you gotta let us start chipping in more around here, it’s the only way we’ll learn how to properly handle ourselves.”

Ivan nods, “That… I suppose you are right about”, he flashes a defenseless smile at the others, “I’ll be sure to try and take the load off of me. I wouldn’t have needed such a sudden break like this if it weren’t for all of the stuff I put on my plate.” As much of a hater as Ivan could be towards the little things his housemates do, he can admit at the end of the day they do keep the house interesting.

The moment between all of them is suddenly cut off by the sudden blaring of fire truck sirens outside. Some members of the group jump at the sudden surprise,

“Oh… there's the fire department… so funny story Ivan right before you got here we kinda called for some help!”

Ivan let out a sigh, understanding that would be the most logical thing to do in that situation. “Someone go get Luka for me, check if he’s alright and tell him to come out front to talk to the department with me. Also everyone start deciding on something you all want to eat because… for obvious enough reasons we won't be using the stove for some time.”

As Ivan walks towards the door and outside the general vicinity of the room, everyone lets out a sigh of relief. Except a sigh of relief in the house wouldn’t be one without a catch, suddenly the voices of all of them exclaim with near record breaking speeds,

“I’m not paying!”

Great, who’s going to be paying for all this food?

[streakyglasses]

Just got my period, so prompt #49 on your intimacy prompts seems fitting! Would love to see #stris with this prompt, too. Currently rotting away and needing something to read lol

Hello!! Unsure if you’re the same as the last anon, but thank you if you are! I’m missing writing, too, there’s just a ton going on at the moment making it hard to actually finish anything. (lots of half-written angst/hc in the drafts rn + being absolutely stuck on aost) I’m hoping maybe rewatching the show will help cheer me up and turn the gears. Definitely missing Chris and Street a lot :(

2. so insanely real about rotting—same (and for the same reason). that said, idk if you were looking for street taking care of Chris on her period, but that’s what my brain assumed and I was too far into it to change when I realized maybe you meant a general illness 😅 (shameless plug of the two stris sickfics I do have on my ao3 if you were). anywho, i did lean in and manage to whip up a lil’ something that I hope fills the void/makes rotting slightly more enjoyable. untitled atm 🩵 below the cut!

For as independent as Chris is, being in a healthy, loving relationship with Jim Street means she can no longer hide one of her biggest desires behind walls of steel and fiery eyes. 

To be held. 

She’s always been liberal with physical touch, having no problem hanging off any of her former 20-Squad members when they hang out, or slinging an arm around her family after dinner. Street caught on early and took full advantage. It was easy in Black Betty’s close quarters, their legs and shoulders often brushing, and he wedged himself into her space around the table in Command during important debriefs. Her effort had to split between paying attention and not showing him how calm his warmth made her. 

He only gets clingier after they get together and he has full freedom to. His arms snake around her as she stands at the stove or the fridge, and their hands fit like puzzle pieces whenever they’re out together. She indulges him, tucking away how happy it makes her, and their shared smiles tell the other that they both know what’s going on, but neither are going to call it out. 

But the old habit of independence is one that still flares whenever Chris doesn’t feel well. Be it a sniffle or a hospital stay, the last thing she wants is anyone to see her weak, beyond her own sensibilities. So when one of the worst periods she’s had in recent memory falls upon her, all her instincts scream at her to hole up alone in her room and ride out the waves in isolation. 

She wakes with a groan on the second morning of it. Her cramps are already attacking her muscles, making it hard to sleep even though there’s another half hour before her alarm goes off. Hot water provides some relief, though not enough to squeeze herself into jeans when her leggings are clean. Despite not having Street stay over, secretly glad he drew the short stick on babysitting a minor drug runner in interrogation, his hoodie is still there from a few nights ago, and she tugs it on like it’s hers. 

Have a good day, love you. She shoots off the text, downs two painkillers, and holds back a groan when her body protests the weight of her backpack on her shoulder. Sighing, she grabs her keys from the hook and heads to her truck, hoping it’s an easy day at the safe house. 

Between her physical discomfort, the stress of 20-Squad’s mission as it played out on the news, and Marcos deciding it’s the perfect day to test her patience with the ridiculous claim that she can’t defend the safe house by herself if need be, it is not an easy day. Chris’s last hope clings on changing into sweats and curling up in bed with her lavender candle lit and some of her secret chocolate stash. Maybe, if she’s still feeling this shitty by the time she gets home, a good cry and a comfort movie. 

Her plan crumbles when she spies Street’s bike in the parking garage. Suddenly, her anxiety spikes as her head starts spinning with ways to not show him how bad she’s feeling. 

Not that he doesn’t know—her mortification at having to ask him to get her extra box of tampons from the guest bathroom still enough to make her cheeks burn red and not—but it’s never been this bad. Under mounting exhaustion, she doesn’t have the energy to grant it too much thought, and settles for muddling through the night of her hormones wreaking havoc on her, with elbows and knees if she has to, quietly. 

“Hey, Babe!” Street calls from the kitchen as soon as he hears the door open. “Lasagna’s almost done.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he notices the tight set of her smile and the slight flush on her cheeks. He narrows his eyes but she’s down the hallway too fast for him to notice much else. His worry grows when she hasn’t returned five minutes after the oven dings, and the dish is abandoned on the stove while he quietly closes one of the cabinets, slipping something into his pocket, and knocks lightly on her door. 

As hard as she tries, her walls tumble down the moment she’s in the comfort of her bedroom. She doubles over, gripping the vanity for strength, when a new wave of cramps crashes over her in the bathroom, and she can’t lie to herself enough to think anything sounds appetizing. Her intentions are still to change and go meet Street at the table, but she sits on the edge of her bed for a second to gather herself, and winds up under the covers before she can stop herself.

“Chris? Baby?” He says through the door. “Can I come in?” 

The groan-whimper that escapes as she curls into an even tinier ball is all the answer he’ll accept, pushing the door open. His face softens at the sight of her, laughing at how she tries to bury herself under the covers like that will keep her from seeing her. 

A big part of him wishes she could just let herself accept the comfort she gives everyone else, but he respects and loves the fighter in her too much to ever make an issue of it. Instead, he parks himself on the edge of her bed and pulls a small piece of chocolate out of his pocket, the crinkle catching her attention. 

“Think this’ll help?” He teases, smile growing at the furrow of her brows. “I may’ve hid in the hallway after the last grocery trip until I saw your hiding spot.” 

“You’re the worst,” she says gruffly, but rips open the wrapper and savors the sweetness all the same. It’s a salve on her heart. Nerves calming at his correct read on the situation, he drops a kiss to her forehead and stands. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

He keeps his promise, and brings a laundry list of items with him. A tub of chocolate covered almonds is set next to a mug of peppermint tea on her nightstand. Fishing around the drawer, he exclaims victory when his hand curls around the familiar plastic of a lighter that he uses to light the candle on her dresser so a light layer of lavender fills the space, enough to soothe but not make eyes water. Finally, he plugs in the heating pad and hands it to her to adjust it to where she wants, and then pulls back her comforter to drape the lush green quilt, something Helena knit before she was born that’s long been her favorite blanket, in its place. The comforter does cover that, but she fists the knit up to her neck, settling into it. 

Satisfied that she’s taken care of and sure she wants a few moments, he leaves her again, just long enough to eat. The lasagna is as delicious as he expected, and he’s glad she’ll have something hearty whenever she does feel like eating. With a bottle of water tucked under his arm, he heads back to her room, not even bothering with a knock this time since he heard the familiar dun dun come down the hallway. 

She’s half-propped on the pillows, the cord of the heating pad making it clear she’s situated it over her stomach. The empty bowl and mug are a relief, and he wastes no time sliding in next to her. Relishing the feeling of being in bed next to Chris, a feeling that will never get old no matter the circumstance, he lets the weight of his own day fall off into nothing. 

“Do you need anything else?” He murmurs, and kisses her head. 

“No, thank you.” Chris’s voice is small, an edge of shame to her tone, and he just pulls her from the pillows to lean against him, and meets their lips again. 

“Let me know if you do. Law and Order, really?” 

Nudging him, she gives up quickly in favor of crossing her legs over his. His arm around her is the nicest thing she’s felt all day, she realizes, and the only thing she wants to feel for the foreseeable future. 

“Don’t make fun of me.” She mumbles into his shoulder, eyes fixed on the screen. He finds one of her hands and intertwines their fingers, squeezing.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” When he tries to part them so he can draw tender circles on her stomach, she lets out a noise of protest and tightens her grip. He switches to grazing his thumb over her knuckles, a motion as constant as the waves. 

They make it halfway through the episode until a new knot forms inside her lower abdomen and she curls forward, struggling to breathe deep and slow. Street follows her body with his, as if he can form a wall of protection around her. 

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispers in her ear. “It’ll pass.”

She focuses on his voice and nods. Gritting her teeth, it takes a moment, but it does pass, and she straightens up with a low breath. His fingers rake through her hair while her bones creak back into place.

“Thanks.” She whispers, hating the tears in her voice but not enough to try to fight them. And then she adds, “for being here.” 

Cradling her face, heart swelling at how she leans into his touch, he finds her gaze and pours as much love as he can through his own. 

“I’ll always be here. I love you.” 

Their limbs tangle until she’s swathed in his embrace, his presence around her as soft a cloud that fills all her cracks and turns them to gold. She cracks a small smile as old habits start to thaw. 

“I love you, too.” 

[totallyexhausted]

Headcannon with a sick kid!Megumi and Dad!Gojo/ Geto....

Because of the new JJK S2, I like to imagine Gojo being a single dad to Tsumiki/ Megumi, and like he starts dating Geto (like they have a 101 Dalmatian meet-cute or something - Megumi’s dogs - idea from discording with a friend), and like Gojo cancels their date one night because Megumi got sick (he’s like 6/7). And Geto shows up with take-away, a movie, and things to make Megumi feel better, and helps Gojo take care of him while they still have a “date.” Gojo thanking Geto because most people get angry when plans get changed or whatever - maybe Gojo was worried/ anxious to cancel on Geto because they haven’t been dating long (they haven’t really had their first kiss yet either *cough cough* until later that night), and like Gojo and Geto are chilling on the couch or at the table talking, their leftovers and an empty bottle of wine, abandoned. Tsumiki is either asleep, doing her homework (maybe Geto helped her with her maths) or at a friends, and Megumi has been asleep for a while (Gojo had answered the door quite frazzled and surprised to see Geto, a sick Megumi either clinging to him/ his leg, arguing with Gojo that he doesn’t need to take medicine or he doesn’t want to eat (maybe Geto brought something easier like pudding or rice porridge which Gumi still fights against but Gojo can’t give him anymore meds until he eats something) or sprawled on the couch half-asleep, etc. etc.) and like things start heating up for Gojo/ Geto, and they are about to kiss when Megumi comes in, rubbing his eyes, still feverish and tired and sick, teary-eyed because he had a nightmare (maybe if Tsumiki is away or in the hospital, Gumi complains that he wants his sister) and he doesn’t feel well, and he obviously interrupts/ ruins the moment- but he crawls into Gojo’s lap (maybe he can be clingy when he’s sick or he actually acts like a child versus the closed-off leave-me-alone vibe he gives off usually, or he starts silently crying because he feels sick and wants Tsumiki (and all he has is stupid Gojo), and Gojo offers or picks him up to sit with him). And Geto sits there for a while, still talking softly to Gojo about stuff, admiring (because Gojo, even though he can be a little shit/ menace, seems so sweet/ caring/ dad-ish in the moment) Megumi who is cradled against Gojo’s chest sleepily, calming himself down, (Geto jokes he didn’t think Gojo could be so gentle or something - Gojo saying he will gladly throw Geto out); Gojo rocking the kid gently (unaware he’s doing it) or carding his fingers through the boy’s hair, Megumi’s forehead tucked under Gojo’s chin, his hands loosening around Gojo’s shirt as he fights sleep.... yeah, idk, maybe Gumi gets held by Geto later like Gojo has to clean up vomit or something or can’t get Megumi to calm down and Geto offers to take him... like Megumi gets worse or something. Maybe they all end up on the couch together, Gojo at one end, Geto at the other, Megumi’s head in Gojo’s lap, his feet in Geto’s (Gojo tells Geto he can shove them away but the other just laughs as the boy isn’t a bother)... I just like the idea of Geto/ Gojo taking care of Megumi after Gojo cancels their date, Geto showing up because he wants to help, and let Gojo know he’s not mad or anything, and he’s fine with staying in for a date night too- yeah idk y’all but this is stuck in my head atm. 

Also, on another side note, anyone else thinking that JJK will go in the same direction as the past? Where Megumi and Itadori will end up like Geto and Gojo, respectively? 

[dilfluvver]

Also, another thing, just a bit of a rant 🫡

Passing to Haaland is literally a myth at this point. Why do our players ignore him?

The only reason pep starts gundo atm is because he’s captain. He’s becoming a jordan Henderson, captain merchant. He starts and finishes every game, does the bare minimum, doesn’t pass forward, loses possession. It’s annoying and boring.

Our back 4 just play games with the ball, passing it amongst themselves while we’re struggling to get shots on target.

It seems like, once we concede we have no interest of scoring, we just focus on not conceding another goal. And it’s so fucking obvious that we’re gonna do it every game.

The exact same thing happened on Saturday against forest, we played okay in the first half, and then we’re lazy and slow in the second half, conceding to a team we should not be conceding against, not when we’re battling to be top of the table.

We’re literally so boring to watch at the moment and we rlly need to fix up, or players like Haaland and Alvarez are gonna leave the club

[simplynotcapable]

Multiverse AU where Aemond is the one dreaming of the d.a.g. ‘verse?

(Only if it sparks whatever the opposite of writers block is - I know it goes against the way the dreams work, but for whatever reason I’m a huge sucker for self-indulgent angst atm.)

There would be three main stages to this.

1: Denial

He convinces himself he’s absolutely lost it. Baelon’s dead and never grew up, Visenya sure as hell isn’t in love with him, and the idea that they’d be almost identical is just weird. These dreams are some twisted attack by his subconscious to make him feel even more second rate than he already does, which is cruel and unusual punishment, and also what the hell did he even do to deserve punishment anyway? Falling asleep every night and watching her all tangled up with someone who looks exactly like him and isn’t him, who gets to be a king and be unconditionally loved by his family and all Viserys’s attention…it’s his own personal version of hell.

He does his damnedest to just…pretend it isn’t happening. Pretend he’s making it up in his head. His mother always said he had a wonderful imagination.

(“Sweet dreams?” Visenya asked, grinning at him across the breakfast table, and he can see her laughing with her lips pressed to Baelon’s every time he shuts his eye.

“Nightmares.”)

Eventually, he finds the tunnels, and he sits on the stone for an hour admitting to himself that maybe he isn’t crazy after all.

2: Wrath

Fuck Baelon. Fuck him and his stupid smile and his stupid crown. Fuck the way he seems so confident, oozing out of him, because no one’s ever told him he was lesser or broken or stupid, no one’s ever made him feel small. Fuck him with the world handed to him on a plate, with the great love born to him and the luck to be a firstborn son and a dragon egg that hatched in his hands. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

He’s pissed. He’s pissed and he’s irrationally jealous even though Visenya doesn’t even remember anything, and he’s not going to TELL her either. Because in this life Visenya never looks at him and only sees Baelon’s face, but now he does. Now he has to worry if she only gets close to him because some part of her subconscious is seeking something of Baelon out, and he wants to claw off his face.

He wants it to stop. He has tantrums over how badly he wants it to stop, though he wouldn’t call them that. That’s what they are. Flinging shit at the wall and stabbing his bedside table. He tries sleeping draughts to have dreamless sleeps, but those don’t work here. He’s sulking and angry and unbelievably bitter.

3: Pragmatism

Visenya kisses him for the first time and he realizes the anger is a waste of time because he has the cheat codes.

He knows things now. About the palace, about Daemon and Rhaenyra, about dragons, about the realm, but most of all he knows Visenya.

He wonders for maybe ten seconds if it’s morally alright to use that to his advantage, then decides he doesn’t care. Morals aren’t shit to dragons.

He just…knows what she likes more than he should. Where to kiss her, how to touch her, what to say, and she teases him for practicing seduction on whores. He lets her think that. It’s easier.

He’s still jealous and insecure and unhappy about it, but it’s easier to deal with when she’s gone loose and pleased in his arms with her mouth on his jaw and her fingers digging into his waist.

Fuck Baelon.

But also, since he’s the one getting her kisses and Baelon’s dead: thanks, he guesses.

It doesn’t matter that he’s using Baelon as his own Visenya-guide. It doesn’t matter that he calls her sweet dragon and loves her like a mimic, it doesn’t matter that he’s the closest to Baelon she’s ever going to get, because Aemond is still Aemond and Visenya is still Visenya even if she doesn’t remember two lives.

He asks her to stay. Their father is dead, and he knows what happens next, and he says “stay with me, be with me, marry me, stay here and be mine and i’ll be yours and nothing else needs to matter”.

She’d choose Baelon over Rhaenyra. He knows that. She’d choose Baelon over anyone, and he touches her like Baelon and speaks to her like Baelon and loves her in a mirror image of how his dreams of Baelon loves her. He’s so close. He’s almost just right.

He thinks, “choose me, choose me, love me more than anyone else, love me more than a dead boy who never existed, love me, choose me, choose me.”

But Aemond isn’t Baelon.

He never will be, even when he plays pretend, and part of her has always been able to tell that he goes through motions. An actor in a role. She’s always loved him enough to pretend she doesn’t notice.

She doesn’t love him enough for this.

“Choose me,” he says. “Stay with me.”

But Visenya doesn’t.

[angelic-omega]

TW: Discussion of Gaslighting and Abuse!! Discussions of extreme Christian values!!

I won’t stand for Aziraphale hate…

Let the record show that I am Trans, Queer, and currently living in an abusive household. Others have it worse than me and I am by no means making this post to gather pity. I am making this post to make a point! I grew up in a small southern town in West Virginia, I’ve lived here my entire life. I’ve known nothing outside of this state and this town until I was 18 and flew to Florida. I grew up in a Christian house with Christian values such as all women are taught to cook, sew, and housekeep. I grew up praying before bed, before each meal, and at every weekly mass. As I got older my church grew into a mega church with atms in the lobby. The type of place Jesus would flip tables at the type of place where my family spent copious amounts of money to move higher up in the church. For more money you got extra sermons, tickets to concerts, free services, and wild things like free paid cruises! My parents eventually got away from the pyramid scheme of that church but the rest of my family still are members!

Just because they left doesn’t mean they don’t still hold on to very black and white values of right and wrong. My father is more conservative than my mother and thinks that it goes against gods will for me to be trans. He’s bipolar and unmedicated as well as extremely controlling. He doesn’t let me speak in conversations and he barely lets my mother speak either. He is the “head of the house” and makes a point of speaking on our behalf even when we are spoken to directly by others. I’m 22 years old and both my parents have fought me when it comes to getting my license, to the point I gave up trying after I turned 19.

Daily I am ridiculed for my every decision by my father and even by my mother at times. For example, if I wake up early and take a short nap in the day my father will mock me for being lazy. (He also takes a nap every day but that’s besides the point) I am also told I am lazy and ungrateful if I wake up later in the day. My mother and I do not leave the house without permission from him. He tracks our phones and gets upset when we leave when he is not there with us. For some time he did not even allow my mother to have a car to actually drive places while he was at work. Therefor he controls all of the grocery shopping despite doing none of the cooking in the house. So with next to nothing to eat in the home at times I will suggest getting fast food, thinking since he does enjoy certain restaurants he will agree. Sometimes he agrees but more often than not he makes himself a meal out of what little food we have left.

I’ve gone many nights with only scraps for dinner because he refuses to go grocery shopping and refuses to order fast food. Our television is connected to his phone and made so only he can control it. Of course he will allow us to watch a movie or tv show but we are unable to physically put it on ourselves. He works to pay the bills (even thought my mom is the one who fills the paperwork out), he takes out the trash, and does the dishes. Meanwhile my mother and I take over all the other necessary tasks to keep the house afloat. Yes, I admit a lot of the strain on our household comes from the ten cats we own. Those cats are something I take full responsibility for as I am the one who has a big heart for strays. Both parents make me feel guilty for owning the cats and often make it seem like the cost of cat food and litter is what is contributing to our financial problems.

I cannot state enough how everything I say and do is an argument. Whenever I had friends and would want to hang out with them it was wrong of me to have chosen who I did. They were bad influences, they were manipulative, they were going to taint me. See my entire life I was a “good girl” and everyone fought hard to keep me in that box. I didn’t curse until 2020, I didn’t drink until last year, I’ve never been drunk, I can’t drive (legally), I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 18, and to this day my entire family believes I am a virgin. Not only that but my entire family continues to praise me for being so “pure” while also reprimanding me for being a bad child. I am so good and well behaved but also need to not be so entitled for asking for help. I can tell them anything but if it’s something they don’t agree with they won’t take it seriously and will belittle me. I came out to them both in 2018 and both parents still refuse to acknowledge that I am no longer a girl.

Through our church they offer arranged marriage services and it is how my mother and father met. At 25 they have said they plan to put me into these services so that I can find “a good man”. Side note: I’m Bi…The point of all this being I have struggled and fought to be the person I am today that holds the values I do. However, their influence over me still affects my decisions. I doubt every decision I ever make unless they make the decision for me. I am desperate for their approval even when I know it is worth next to nothing. This post only discusses the bare minimum of what I’ve gone through. We have only scratched the surface of how deep their hold on me goes and yet my point still stands. I have spent my entire life trying to make the right decision and never feeling like what I chose was good enough.

All I ever wanted in life was to be a good person and do the right things. Aziraphale has been the same, except instead of abusive parents he has heaven. Aziraphale may be removed from heaven but he no longer knows how to make a decision for himself. He has learned to second guess his every thought and doesn’t know right from wrong. Heaven has told him one thing and even if he believes otherwise he will always feel that pull back to heaven. He loves Crowley deeply even though he knows heaven would not approve but when heaven asks him back and praises him…it’s hard for him to say no. It’s because even after years upon years of abuse he is still eager for their approval. He thinks maybe if I do things differently it won’t be the same…maybe they have changed and I can actually have a healthy relationship with them! THIS^^ NEVER IS TRUE!

I have tried and still find myself trying to build a relationship with my father after being dismissed my entire life by him. I still find myself trying to impress him and my mother. I still find myself watering my personality down to appeal to both my parents and gain their praise. Sometimes setting harsh boundaries and putting your foot down is best but sometimes you just don’t have the strength to do it. There will always be a part of you that wants to be a part of them, wants to stick together. You cannot change the way they treat you but for some reason you can’t stop trying anyway. Aziraphale is doing exactly that^^ he’s trying to fix things because he has been abused. Who knows what all heaven told him to be true! I know if it were my parents and I was hanging around with Crowley and they found out they would certainly see me as tainted. They would tell me all sorts of nasty things and would tell extravagant stories about demons and how they are all terrible. They would cloak their prejudice and hatred through a thin veil of caring and because I crave their approval I would probably believe them. However, to end on a good note I will say I am getting away from my abusive household. I am getting away because I have met my Crowley and they have shown me what true caring looks like. They have shown me that what my parents give to me is not completely love and if it is it is a controlling and overbearing kind of love. I know no matter what Aziraphale believes he will choose Crowley. Crowley has been Aziraphale’s safe space for longer than heaven has been! He lied to god about the flaming sword but not Crowley…remember that!

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hello!!! hope you are well!!!!! asking all the dndads folks this .. what are your hopes / predictions for next episode

Hi you!!! Hope you’re doing well too :]

Hopes and predictions huh? Hmmm…

Haven’t put too much thought into the realm of actual predictions for this one, truthfully! I’m *hoping* it’ll be a pretty Linc-centric episode (well, Linc and Grant!), which feels reasonable enough to expect?

Very excited for whatever Matt is gonna bring to the table more generally, really. Aside from Lincoln just being the bestest fucking boy, I think Matt more than all the other players (granted Beth excels here as well) just does a phenomenal job at remembering the core themes of the show (“Family!!!” I scream from the rooftops, “This is a show about family!”) and accordingly pays a lot of attention not just to the arc of his own character but to that of Grant as well (and of course all the intricate ways in which the two are intertwined)- a fact that I think is obvious just by looking at how many of Matt’s dad and teen facts revolve around Grant actually! But that’s another post lol. But yeah, even in last week’s teen talk he stated:

“I’m sure Scary won’t be happy with Grant but like, I think, the thing I’m more concerned [with] is obviously Grant- is gonna be how Grant feels about himself. Him screaming “no” after he did it is like, that’s rough”

Which is just- ugh it’s everything to me. That to say, I’m really pumped for what’s to come on that front, since I have a lot of faith in Matt to steer things in a direction that is narratively satisfying for both Lincoln and Grant. Also, it’s such a small thing relative to all that’s going on but, I really do hope that Anthony remembers that Grant hasn’t heard Lincoln’s new voice yet lol, I don’t want that to go unaddressed! Ugh I almost wanna go and relisten to “The Staircase” just thinking about all of this- I’ve been waiting for Grant and Linc to confront each other for *SO LONGGG* hahaha. As a final note on Grant, cause if not I could go on forever, in the teen talk Anthony stated:

“(…) I’ve already had some thoughts as to what he [Willy] wrote onto Grant’s collar”

Which seems to imply that the kiddads don’t all have the same thing written on their collars, which is very interesting! Makes me wonder about Lark and Sparrow as well (<- this got me thinking: “what if Lark and Sparrow’s collars had things written on them that forced them to be apart from each other” or something to that effect OUGH that’d be so rad anyways anyways total tangent loool).

*Otherwise*, FUCK ANTHONY BETTER REMEMBER NICKY. Lmaooo he better parachute in at some point in this episode or else!!! I’d love to see him have to confront Terry’s death, I’d LOOOVE to see him confront/interact with Grant, and I really hope that his reactions to either of those things isn’t just “fuck this shit I’m out” and then he poofs away as he is one to do. Especially now that Anthony decided for convenience’ sake that Nicky can’t make portals anymore- at least keep that consistent lmao. If he *did* try to just dip though, my hope would be that Taylor steps in and actually confronts his dad about that trend of his. Because really, ever since Waterdeep when you think about it we’ve seen that Nick has this bad habit of running away from his problems rather than confronting them (granted his behavior is I think pretty understandable in a good chunk of those cases) and so… Well I guess now that Taylor has become more attached to his dad I would like to see him actually call Nicky out on those behaviors and how it affects him as his son and let his dad know that, well, he doesn’t want Nick to walk out of his life again, y’know?

Hopefully that makes some sense haha, didn’t mean for this ramble to be so long! But yeah, I guess those are the main things running through my head atm (I’ve also been thinking about Scary and Terry and how all that shit is gonna play out ofc, but nothing concrete to say on the matter as it stands).

:3 Wbu???

[thetomorrowshow]

tiger

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this is a dark one sorry :( it hearkens back to the heavy angst of the main fic, so do what you will with that. i've put the entire fic under the cut just bc i'm a bit more nervous about this kind of thing atm.

cw: dehumanization, food, abuse, starvation tactics, treatment of a human as an animal (typical of the main fic)

this story takes place during jimmy's captivity.

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The first time it happens, Jimmy’s still new to this whole thing.

He’s being good. He’s quietly kneeling under the table, his head pounding and a bad taste in his mouth. He’d been in the observation room for the past however-long, and even though he hates this meeting room, it’s nice to have a change of scenery.

Xornoth is there, of course, not touching him but instead eating something—dinner, probably, from the smell. Jimmy hates it when Xornoth eats in front of him. They know exactly what they’re doing, they know how little he’s fed. But he doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t spoken in so long, he’s not even sure he’d remember how.

He doesn’t need to speak, though, as his body takes care of that for him. It’s some type of steak or something, he can tell, and the smell of it is so mouthwatering that his stomach can’t help but cry out in a desperate attempt to get its owner’s attention. It gets more than just Jimmy’s attention, though.

Xornoth stills, looks down at him. Jimmy keeps his eyes on the ground, cheeks burning. He’s going to be in trouble now, isn’t he? It seems like everything he does is a death sentence these days. What’s it going to be today? The whip? The tentacles? Just a good old punch to the jaw?

Xornoth, however, doesn’t even seem all that perturbed. Their smile turns vicious and they dab at their blackened lips with a napkin before speaking.

“Are you wanting to be fed?”

He doesn’t nod. He won’t give his captor the satisfaction. Xornoth only sighs, then with one gloved hand, plucks a bite-sized piece of steak from their plate. They wave it slowly in front of Jimmy.

And Jimmy really wants that steak. He’s not sure how long he’s been here—he was kidnapped in August, he knows October has passed, too long too long too long—but the best thing that he’s eaten in all those months has been an orange. He’s mostly been surviving off of peanut butter sandwiches with the occasional bruised apple thrown in. Perfectly cooked and seasoned steak, tantalizingly held in front of him, ready for him to take? It’s the first glimpse of proper food after forty years of manna.

“Beg for it,” Xornoth tells him, and all his hope flies out the window.

He’s not going to beg. He hasn’t sunk that low. He’s not going to die of starvation, so he’s fine with what he’s got. He gives a little shake of his head, turns his eyes to the floor.

Luckily, Xornoth doesn’t argue. They tsk, but turn back to their meal.

He doesn’t really have anything to be angry about (he has lots to be angry about, he reminds himself, he can’t forget that), but it irks him anyways. He’d somehow held onto the hope that even through refusal, Xornoth would allow him at least a taste of the food.

But soon enough, Xornoth is done, knife and fork clinking against the plate as they set them down. They pat Jimmy on the head one more time, then rise and leave the room.

That’s usually when a handful of guards arrive to unchain him and take him back to his cell, but as Jimmy waits, nothing happens. After hours of kneeling on the floor alone, he finally dares to move, shifting his legs so that he can stretch out a little bit.

Xornoth doesn’t return.

Xornoth doesn’t return for a long time.

-

When they’re back, Jimmy’s started shaking so badly he can’t make himself stop. He hasn’t had food or water in too long—his internal clock is so screwed that it could have been one day or three and he wouldn’t have any clue—but it’s too long and he can hardly see straight.

Xornoth doesn’t acknowledge it, just sits in their chair and works quietly, not even petting Jimmy’s hair. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the lack of the awful touch, but it’s as if Xornoth hasn’t taken any notice of his condition and he needs food. Xornoth is his best chance at getting it and they won’t even look at him.

Time is hazy in its passing, so Jimmy’s not sure how long it’s been before someone brings in a meal for Xornoth. It smells sickeningly heavenly, entirely indiscernible but desirable, and Jimmy can’t help that his dry mouth attempts to produce saliva. He hates this. He just wants to go home.

There’s a couple of minutes of the sound of silverware against a plate, then there’s a hand in his face. A hand with, pinched between its fingers, a chunk of seasoned potato.

“So hungry, aren’t you?” Xornoth murmurs. “Beg for it, pet.”

Jimmy’s cheeks burn. This is another one of their games, isn’t it? Starve him until he can’t help but obey. He hates it. He hates Xornoth, he hates everything about this place. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to!

His body is starving, though. He needs to try and get his strength up. He can cause accidents on purpose, now. He can escape. When he’s out of here, this moment of humiliation will be buried and forgotten.

Slowly, haltingly, he bows his head, further and further until he’s almost lying prostrate. He nudges his nose up against Xornoth’s boot, hoping to convey his . . . submission, he supposes, as bad a taste as the word leaves in his mouth.

A click of their tongue. “Come now, darling. Beg.”

He can’t talk. Xornoth knows he can’t talk. 

It’s even more mortifying than anything else so far, but Jimmy is desperate for food. He needs something, anything. He can feel that he’s going to collapse soon. He just has to survive, and survive by any means necessary.

He can’t speak, but he lets out a whine. He whines, nudges at Xornoth’s leg, gives them the most pleading look he can muster without vomiting out of disgust.

Xornoth smiles, a cruel, sharp thing. “Close, pet. We’ll work on it. Here.”

With that, they drop the chunk of potato on the floor.

It could be a trick. He could go to eat it, only to have his fingers stomped on. But he’s just too hungry to care.

He scoops it up with both hands, fingers shaking too badly to properly pick it up, and, with one more glance at Xornoth, shoves it into his mouth.

It’s so very salty that he nearly chokes, but it’s too good to lose—the rest of the seasonings are so good they make his stomach turn, he’s so hungry, so he swallows it quickly without savoring to try and fill that hole in his stomach a little bit quicker.

Then he waits, licking his lips to catch any last vestiges of flavor, to see if Xornoth will offer him any more.

They drop a small piece of pork eventually, which Jimmy again grabs and shoves into his mouth. He freezes, mid-chewing, as Xornoth takes his hands and examines his fingers. Their face settles into a frown.

“We’ll work on that, as well,” they say, dropping his hands. “In the future, you are to only pick up the food I give you with your mouth.”

Well, if that isn’t just the cherry on top?

There’s nothing he can do to change their mind, though. He’s here to survive, not to be comfortable.

He needs to get out of here, and soon. He’s not sure how long he’ll be able to take eating food off the floor like an animal.

Hopefully, he’ll be out before it comes to that.

-

Graceffa finds it strange, they can tell.

Xornoth cuts the gristle from their meat, holds it at their lap. Their pet eats it from their fingers, lips brushing their gloved hand briefly.

He’s becoming so well trained.

“Why do you do that?” Graceffa asks suddenly. “I mean, it’s kinky, but I thought he wasn’t part of that?”

They don’t answer immediately, taking a moment to wipe the grease from their leather glove onto their pet’s cheek. “Tell me, Graceffa, have you ever known anyone who privately owns a tiger?” they ask once their glove is clean.

Graceffa nods.

“Those owners often use the dangerous beasts as a spectacle,” Xornoth continues, still gazing down at their pet. “They swim with them, hand-feed them, beat them—all to show that they’ve become master of one of the most formidable animals in the world.”

Their little bird isn’t listening—or if he is, he isn’t comprehending. The look in his eyes is far away, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shorts.

“Pet,” they say softly, and their pet’s attention snaps to them. They jerk their head to the side. “Beg our guest for scraps.”

He nods and crawls under the table until he reaches Graceffa’s leg, nudges against his knee. “Please, sir,” he rasps, voice almost a whisper. “May I have your scraps?”

Graceffa meets their eyes, lips spreading into a slow smile. “I see,” he says lowly, picking a string of fat from the pork on his plate. Under the table, their pet licks it from his fingers, swallowing without even chewing first. He starts to shuffle back, only for Xornoth to kick him sharply in the bony thigh. Their pet cowers.

“Thank him,” they admonish. Their pet swallows several more times.

“Thank you, sir,” he manages. Graceffa laughs shrilly; their pet starts at the sound and scoots back toward Xornoth, pressing himself close to their legs.

Coming back to them for comfort and safety. Exactly as they want it.

Their hand comes to rest in his hair, and they feel him relax slightly under their touch. Graceffa continues speaking, but they don’t pay much attention. They have plans for their pet after this.

There will be blood on this table tonight.