#i should get a fucking medal for all the works i did fucking hell

[collecting--stardust]

I am officially a free woman.

[whomadewaffles]

Pjhazel incorrect qoutes Part 2!

this one feels more pj-centric so...sorry to the haters, but I think she's amazing so.

As last time, long post under the cut, sorry for not citing the sources, bad language and raunchy humour abound ect ect.. enjoy!

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Hazel: Pspspsps

Pj *walking over to her*: What are you doing idiot, trying to call a cat?

Hazel *frantically taking notes*: Holy shit it worked

*note: to me, Hazel is dog coded, and pj is very cat coded*

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*Hazel has a date with a girl at school, and pj is having a normal one about it*

Josie *gasps*:...You're JEALOUS!

Pj *clearly jealous*: I am NOT jealous. And I'll tell you why I'm jealous - Because I'm not jealous!

josie: You're not making any sense.

Pj:  - Oh and all of a sudden you're the President of Things that Make Sense?!

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Pj *talking to Mr .G with the club about the next meeting or something*

Pj: Cool, thanks, dad

*everyone staring at her*

Pj: Why is everyone staring at me?

Isabel: You just called Mr .G “dad”.

Pj: *scoffs* No, I didn’t, I said thanks, man.

Mr G: Do you see me as a father figure, girl?

Pj: No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me.

Josie *not one to miss out on messing with her best friend a little*: Hey! Show your father some respect.

Pj: I didn’t call him dad!

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Hazel *carves "pj + Hazel" into a tree*

Pj: What a nerd.

Pj *adds "4ever"*

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Hazel: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Pj: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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*Hiking*

Hazel: Mother nature is beautiful

Pj *panting trying to catch her breath*: MOTHER NATURE IS A WHORE!!!!

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Pj: relax, Principle meyers won’t be able to trace this back to us.

Josie: Are you for real? He traces everything back to us! He traces things we haven’t even done back to us!

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Pj: You're wearing make-up.

Hazel: Oh, it's just eyeliner. Do you like it?

Pj: ... Looks okay... I guess.

*later*

Pj *freaking out to josie later*: she looked so good.

Josie: I know.

Pj: I'm so gay.

Josie: I know...

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Pj: Being horny 24/7 and a virgin is not for the weak.

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Hazel: Do you even have a self-care routine?

Pj: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

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Pj : Going overboard is basically 75% of my personality.

Pj: I'm a gorgeous hot mess.

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Hazel: Sometimes I worry I'm being awkward, but then I remember it's half my charm, so I redouble my efforts immediately.

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Hazel: Things look a little tense.

Pj: Don't worry, I'm gonna open with a joke.

Hazel: Please don't.

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Pj: But now they come for my girl?

Pj: My sweet, defenseless hazel?

Hazel: ...

Hazel: …I know how to make bombs.. I have 16 taekwondo medals, and I'm the best fighter in the club?! I killed someone with a football helmet?!

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Pj: Good news! I didn’t screw up!

Hazel: …

Pj: I screwed up less badly than usual!

Hazel: …

Pj: Screwed up with less immediate consequences than usual

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Pj: *drunk and hitting HEAVILY on Hazel*

Hazel *blushing*: Usually, I would love to take you up on the offer, pj, but you're too drunk to consent...

Stella-Rebecca: Aww, that's sweet, Hazel. I'm sure pj appreciates that you don't want to take advantage of her.

Pj: THE HELL I DO!

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*pj driving with hazel in the passenger seat*

Pj: I'd be really lost without you, Hazel.

Hazel: Pj! That's so sweet, I'd be lost without you aswell.

Pj: No, no, literally, where the fuck are we.

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Pj: Would you still love me?

Hazel: ...If what?

Pj: *voice cracking* No, that was the question..

*note: its pj's abandonment issues coming through*

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Pj: the power of women's history month is coursing through your veins

Mr.G: Women's histordeez nuts!

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*Warning: this is an ANGSTY one, my friends- don't worry, they work it out. As a sidenote; watch the scott pilgrim show if you haven't already. It's so good*

Pj: the truth is, I was too afraid to face you and my feelings

Hazel *angrily*: So you left without a word?!

Hazel: You made me feel like nothing.

Hazel: You we're afraid? Good for you!

Hazel: All I ever wanted was for you to see me.

Pj *holds back tears knowing she fucked up badly*

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Hazel: No, I'm not tired of being nice. Yes, I still just wanna go apeshit. These things can coexist, stop asking me.

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Hazel: my kink is saying something incredibly corny and watching you speed run the five stages of grief as you realize with horror you still want to fuck me.

Pj *pillow over her face*: I am begging you, Hazel, please get a new kink…

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Pj: Hazel figured out she can sneakily stick a note on someone’s back.

Pj: But she doesn’t know they should say things like “kick me”, so they just have cat facts on them.

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Hazel: You idiot!

Pj: I’m sure you’re right, but why?!

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Brittney: Can you come collect your freak of a girlfriend please, she's doing things

Hazel: No.

Hazel: I set her loose on purpose, she needed enrichment.

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Isabel: Ever since you started dating, you've become really nice and kind to Hazel. It's sweet

Pj: Well, duh, I'm not stupid. You don't bite the hand that fingers you, or whatever the saying is.

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Pj: I need bitches, how to I get bitches wise one 🙏🙏🙏

Rhodes: Well, first off, you gotta stop calling them that, girl.

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Pj: It's nice to see you again.

Hazel: Are you talking to my cooch?

Pj: Yes.

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Pj: Vulnerability is like so hard. If I told you anything sappy, Hazel, please know that I had to do hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment, regression, and abandonment issues.

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Hazel: Pj, people love you and care about you whether you like it or not. I love you whether you like it or not. And no matter how hard you try to push me away, I'm not going anywhere. So just get used to it, okay?

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Pj: I guess I’m just a bad person.

Hazel: No, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favorite person. But sometimes you can be a real asshole.

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[elvensorceress]

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Could not decide what to share, and fixing and connecting s6 plot threads is an ordeal, let me tell you. So have the boys in their divorce era while we try to tackle all the nonsense. This is just after the firefam firetruck scene where we’re roasting Buck... 

Buck says in a confident tone that loses confidence with every word, “I thought it would make me feel better. I thought it would help. Dating her. You know? Someone to have— f-fun with. I thought it would be good.”

At least they’ve switched focus but is he for fucking real. “You thought it would make you feel better?” 

It’s Buck’s turn to roll his eyes as if those weren’t the words that just came out of his mouth. “You know what I mean. Like— it would be a happy, positive, good thing in my life. And I could focus on that. And not worry about feeling weird or different or— or having to act a certain way because people are expecting it. She only knows this me. She likes this me. She thinks I’m more than what I am. She sees potential a-and someone worth coming back for. I like having someone around who accepts me as I am so I don’t have to tiptoe around people or— or pretend to be something I’m not. And we can just— be together and have fun.” 

And he can focus on dating instead of coping and processing? Because she sees potential for something he isn’t now but could be later? Is that not the opposite of acceptance? She sees him as someone not worth staying for but worth coming back for? At least the first time around that is. Who the fuck knows about the second. How does that imply she’d stick around when shit hits the fan? 

Eddie rubs his forehead and his temples with both hands, and where does he even start? This even worse than he thought. “And you can put aside whatever feels like it’s fucked up and wrong, and just not deal with it?”

“There’s nothing to deal with. I dealt. I’m better. I’m not going to be who I was before. I’m different. And it would be nice if my best friend could actually be supportive of my new girlfriend. For once.”

Oh, he can not be fucking serious. Also, given the circumstances, Eddie’s medal for gallantry in action really should have been for putting up with Taylor Kelly in his life for more than a year rather than anything he did in combat. “I don’t have a problem with your new girlfriend. My problem is with you. What happened to, I don’t want to pick wrong again? Or finding contentment and happiness within yourself, for yourself, before you look for another relationship so that you don’t end up dependent on something that makes you miserable? Can you honestly tell me you feel like you’re standing on solid ground right now? Because you keep saying you feel different, you’re not who you were, but none of this is different for you. One fucking thing happens, and you go right back to ‘being hurt gets me love and affection’ and clinging to someone you think will fix what you’re feeling.”

At least this brings something of fire through Eddie’s chest, but it’s sharp, raging, far too hot to touch without shields and turnout gear. And he doesn’t give Buck a chance to even attempt a rebuttal. “Sex has always been your coping mechanism. You spent a whole year with Taylor because everyone else was fucked up, but any one of us could have told you after you first met her how wrong she was for you and that it would never work. Hell, you knew it as soon as she was going to run the story on Bobby. And you hooked up with her and dated her anyway.”

Buff huffs, long aggrieved and annoyed. “Natalia isn’t Taylor.” 

Thank fuck for that at least. “No, but you just told me you thought dating would help you feel better. Do you feel better? Has it worked? Can you tell me you’re perfectly happy and content with everything? Or are you still trying to make a relationship the solution to everything? Or is it a distraction so you don’t have to work through the things that are difficult and painful?” 

Buck opens his mouth and lifts his hands like he wants to communicate, but only another aggravated sigh comes out. 

So, Eddie waits. 

“I don’t know,” Buck finally says, flat, deadpan, with nothing to give it life. “She’s fun and beautiful and insightful. She helps people. She’s a really good person.”

And how is this different from what Buck was mocking him for earlier? “Okay. And?”

“And she’s into death and thought me being struck by lightning was interesting. She thought it was interesting and then it wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t this horrible thing that happened. It was something we could bond over and it wasn’t serious or depressing or tragic. And I delivered a baby and she thought that was also cool and I don’t know what else you want from me. No one is perfectly happy and content with everything all the time.”

Jesus Christ. This is absolutely worse than Taylor fucking Kelly because at least then Buck wasn’t in such fucking denial. Eddie tries to breathe, tries to take a deep breath, deep and steady, and he might want to rip his hair out or punch the wall, he might want to, but he’s not going to. He’s not going to.

“She’s nice, she’s a good person, fine, you’re moving up in the world with that at least. But what makes her actually good for you? How the hell do you know she would want to stick around when something goes wrong? How do you know she wouldn’t be exactly like Ali and leave you when she got overwhelmed and couldn’t deal anymore? She came back once but how easily was she scared off? Why did you spend most of our dinner talking about all the times you nearly died, like you were disappointed that wasn’t the result? Are you trying to impress her with your almost-deaths? Are you trying to show off how little you care about your own life? Is that the kind of love you want to have? Do you actually feel anything for her? If every day is a gift and it’s just icing on the cake because you survived when you feel like you shouldn’t have, do you think you should be dead right now? Is that was you’re feeling?”  

“I don’t know,” Buck snaps this time. “Okay? I don’t know. I don’t have any more answers. I’m out of answers. I lost all my superpowers. The kryptonite got me and I’m just some guy in glasses who can’t do anything. I can’t fix anything. I don’t know what to do or be or think. I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing should be wrong. It’s fine. It’s not bad. We hang out. We go on dates. We— never mind. I figure, it has to be me. Right? I’m the one who died. I’m the one who was stuck somewhere with nightmares and horrible, warped fears that became real. I don’t even believe them. I don’t think I saved Bobby. I didn’t actually help you. You were already the best dad. Maddie saved herself and I was the one who left her when she needed help because I didn’t know how bad it was. I was too focused on myself and my own pathetic life. And now I can’t be around anyone I love because it’s all different and weird, and I have to be something that doesn’t feel like me anymore. Or something where I’m pretending I’m okay because if I don’t, everyone looks at me like I’m going to die right in front of them.”

The problem is. Buck did die right in front of them. And it changed all of them, too. It’s not something they can erase or forget. 

“Buck,” he says and tries to make it gentle, but strong, unbreakable, unconditional. “There’s not a single person who loves you— who truly loves you— who would want you to be anyone but who you want to be and who you feel like you are. Not a single one of us. The only reason anyone might treat you differently is because they realize how important you are and how much they love you and want you around. Yes, it can be overwhelming and terrifying and even annoying when you feel like you’re being smothered and babied. But it won’t last. Believe me, it doesn’t. People process and work through it and it gets better. Everyone moves on. It won’t always be like this.”

“And what if I don’t? What if I can’t move on? What if I’m just like this forever because I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do?” 

“Then be different. Be whatever you want. Reinvent yourself completely. None of us would be unsupportive if that is honestly what you need. You don’t need to fix anything. You don’t need to have answers. You don’t need to pretend. You don’t need to be superman. We don’t love you for any of those reasons. We love you because you’re you.” 

The words are too much. They’re too real, too jagged, too much like lost sour desperation in his mouth. Eddie exhales heavily like even the air is too heavy for his chest. 

Buck sighs the same heaviness and sags where he’s sitting. His shoulders droop and his eyes turn glassy, and everything about him radiates defeat. “I know that. It just…” he trails off, looks somewhere into the distance like he’s lost all his words. 

Eddie finishes the words for him. “You don’t feel it.” How could he? How could either of them? 

Eddie’s heart died. How do either of them feel anything after that? 

[sweet-honey-tears]

Hold me

katsuki bakugou x self-conscious!fem reader

Just a quickish blurb I couldn’t get out of my head. First time writing like this so any tips are welcomed lol.

Might delete this later NGL

Spelling is bleh

Story takes place at a hero banquet but the reader is feeling really self conscious and like spiraling- but then getting snapped out of it by someone (Kat) coming up behind them- and yes, ya were zoning out to a point you didn’t even notice. And yes, in my mind they wear medals on their tuxes/formal uniforms because it’s a night of recognition.

It felt like someone had pushed all the air out of your lungs, the shallow breath fanning outwards at the feeling of strong hands slipping their way onto your hips. The offender's strong fingers pushed into the fat and pulled you back till you were flushed against them. The feeling of multiple cold medals pressing into your bare back sending shivers down your spine. Not many men here had so many medals; only a few and they knew to never get this intimate with you.

“Kat”

“Teddy Bear” He rasped out into your ear, his hot breath fanning across your face. Fingers worked across your body till his arms were protecting you and yet caging you in. You feel your body relax at the touch, leaning into the warmth your husband gave. A hum admitted itself as you gazed up, catching sight of his clean-shaven face and ruby eyes.

“You seem tense Teddy Bear” He mumbled into your hair. Now swaying his hip, making you drift side to side with him. You knew the question that lay on his tongue, ‘why?’. But also knew he wouldn’t ask it. Not wanting to force an answer out of you in such a public place.

“Just…” you paused, not wanting him to worry about you- or ruin the party for him. “I’m not sure why.” You let out a small, fake, laugh while unconsciously pulling his arms tighter around you. Protecting from the stares and giggles of the heroes and their employees. Why were you here? You didn't fit it.

“Hmmm,” The sound vibrates in your neck, sending tingles down your spine and toes. He could sense your discomfort, the anxiety your body held. He knew how you felt about yourself, your body. The body he fucking loved. “I'm pissed that others get to see you.” He gruffed. “I should be the only one able to see you look this fucken’ good.” He growled into your ear, no longer allowing either of you to sway to the music. “Those damn extras keep looking at you, like some shitty wolves. It's pissing me off.” He whispered into your shoulder, but you could feel the pout on his lips. The tone of his voice switched ever so slightly. You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled its way out, resting your head back against him as you started to sway again. His arms loosened ever so slightly.

He grinned, feeling the lightweight feeling in his chest he got from hearing you laugh. You're a beautiful laugh. He kept going:

“Why the fuck did you wear this damn dress? Huh?! Where are you trying to tease me all night” he spoke into your ear. Feather-light kisses are placed in the area where your neck meets your shoulders. “Ya too fucking beautiful for this damn planet…” He mumbled before stopping completely, spinning around till you faced him. One of his large hands wrapped around your waist, the other lightly taking yours, making you sway with him. He’s feared by so many, known for his brash and animating attitude. And yet only you get to see the soft look in those blood-ruby eyes. The fondness and love they hold.

He leaned down, pressing a loving and gentle kiss to your glossy lips, bringing you back to the present.

“I don’t ever want you to feel bad TeddyBear, you’re too good for it, too good for me.” The words caused your heart to pump faster and your eyes to become glossy.

You both have always had this unspoken understanding of each other. You lift him from the hell of hero work. Save him from the deafening guilt of a failure or loss. Hold him and praise him on the days he comes home broken.

He would always lift you from the darkness that floods your mind. Pull you away from the mirror, force you to eat on the days you refused to.

He wished he knew you felt this before you both left for the banquet- he would have called the whole thing off. He would have stayed home with you, snuggling and whispering how much he loved you and how beautiful you are until you saw what he did- if only for a second. He wouldn’t have let you come in a dress that made you feel self-conscious putting on a fake fucking smile to appease a bunch of extras! Sure, some of them were good, but not all. He’s met and worked with some vile people in his career, sharks, going after anyone that looked vulnerable. He fucking murder them if it didn’t mean having to leave you.

He snapped out of his thoughts from your soft voice.

“Thank you Suki” you whisper lovingly, tears threatening to spill over.

“Anytime TeddyBear” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before continuing to sway with you.

[tobiasdrake]

Raincoat: Check. Lotion: Check. Violently assaulted a service industry worker who did nothing wrong: Check check check! What's next on the list?

Is Kurumi leaving? What about her education? She may be a homunculus but she's still a high school girl. Is she planning to study abroad?

If they've solved the feral regeneration problem then she'll have a hell of a party trick.

Kurumi: Hey guys, check this out! *slits her own throat and dies*

The funny thing is it takes 24 hours to regenerate so nobody will get it for a full day. The best kinds of pranks are the ones that traumatize an entire room full of people in ways that they'll be explaining to their therapist for decades to come!

We have fair trade and commerce coming through internationally! ^_^ I'm so happy for Kanai Ward.

Makoto's managing to handle international relations. I wonder if we've told the outside world about the homunculus situation, or if he's still using that to blackmail the Unified Government into staying back?

Makoto wants to be punished so badly but he's valuable.

Makoto: You're going to kill me. It's the right choice. Yuma: NO. STOP THAT. You have valuable skills for leading Kanai Ward. Makoto: I understand. I will turn myself over to UG police immediately. Kanai Ward: NO. STOP THAT.

He genuinely can't get his head around the idea that what he did was bad, but it wasn't so bad. It had extreme circumstances as a mitigating factor.

A heavy responsibility but one he seems qualified for. I'm glad I didn't have to furiously murder him.

She's chasing after Yuma. Got it. She intends to be the Amy Rose to his Sonic the Hedgehog.

THE PRECIOUS

The way she says this definitely makes me think Real Yuma did, indeed, crack the culinary code and find a way to create non-human food suitable for sustaining a homunculus diet.

You did it, man. You fucking did it. You had no idea what you were even doing when you did it but you did it. I hope Makoto gave Real Yuma a medal for this.

Real Yuma's left a greater mark on this city as a chef than he ever could have as a detective. I'm proud of you, man.

I. Uh. I hope Number One let you have your name back. Or you found a new name that you like better.

You were just in the wrong line of work. You've done something that Amaterasu's geneticists couldn't figure out how to do. It's clear that your culinary skills are where your calling lies.

I wonder if homunculi have to travel back here to get their ramen, or if they ship it overseas for retail? KOKORAMEN: All the nutrition a homunculus needs!

Arguments erupting on the internet because trend-following humans keep buying up the Kokoramen.

Stores in xenophobic areas of the world court controversy by stocking Kokoramen next to the pet food aisle. WE ALL SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU ASSHOLES.

...I bet you "red-blooded" becomes an exclusionary dogwhistle. "I'm just like any other red-blooded 'Murican!"

Are we finally taking the sub out of harbor? Please tell me we're finally taking the sub out of harbor.

Will Yakou be there? His presence or absence will answer the question, "Have we solved the feral regeneration problem?"

SQUEE They're all okay! ^_^ I'm so happy right now. Fubuki's safe! And Halara! Vivia's... probably around here somewhere.

You tell 'em, bestie! In fact, as Number One, I want to change the rules so that detectives are allowed to work together and cooperate. That seems like it should be the core takeaway for the WDO from this experience.

So, is Kurumi going with them? Or planning to sneak out after they leave and follow them?

HAHAHAHAHAHA HE'S LUGGAGE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

10/10 Funniest moment in the entire game

That checks out. You heard him, Desuhiko. That's your job.

Sadly, no sign of Yakou so I guess feral regeneration remains an issue.

That's okay. Maybe some of the city's homunculi can study genetics themselves and take on this problem.

Okay but are we taking the sub? Because that is the opposite of flight, Vivia.

...

I wonder.

If.

I can stiff my wealthy homunculus with the bill I've racked up. Y'know, he's basically me so... It's like co-signing on a loan.

The alternative is dipping into WDO funds to pay off Halara but. Then. That. Wouldn't be paying a debt, so much as it would be. Like. A paycheck. From their employer.

I, Halara's employer, owe them financial compensation for work performed under agreement with me. Wow, this recontextualizes our entire dynamic, doesn't it?

You should complain directly to the boss. He'll listen to you.

Oh, Makoto faked the bombing too. I knew he faked the deaths of the Master Detectives, but I didn't realize that part was fake as well.

Fake video footage, fake corpses with pink blood sprayed everywhere, and the letters full of information that nobody here knew but that were written in their handwriting. That last part's a bit hard to justify.

Wow, that's a shrug emoji if I ever saw one. Coalescence doesn't work like that. It a) copies Fortes, b) requires you to hold the hand of the person you're copying, and most importantly, c) requires their cooperation to copy their ability.

We can give the ability credit and assume it can copy more than just a Forte. That's fine. But unless Makoto as gripping everyone's hand and they were consenting to his copy of their handwriting style as he was writing, that makes no sense at all.

"Makoto hired an experienced signature forger." There you go. That's all you had to say.

Hahaha the team was kicking back in the penthouse enjoying wine and biscuits while we were running the trauma gauntlet.

HE DID WHAT

YUMA

YUMA WHAT THE FUCK

I realize you no longer have faith in the WDO's methodology but that's what reforms are for. You were the top dog of the organization. You were in a perfect position to institute necessary changes. Yuma. Yuma, why. T_T

Ohhhh, okay. That makes more sense. Yuma didn't make bad choices. He simply got screwed by Number One continuing to suck.

[starlightsoulwriting]

Ghost-Blood//Revenant: 4

Khonshu, Marc Spector, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

AO3

other chapters

Rating: PG-13/T, for cursing and later violence

Warnings: None

Summary: A calm before the storm.

A/n: Ice skating Steven lives in my head rent free now and I’ll make it everyone else’s problems. I just think he deserves it.

“Steven I’m going to fall, I swear to god.” Your voice strained against the bounds of your throat from the uncertainty in your mind, and the chill in the air around you, heartbeat fast in your ribs. You hated the cold. You hated ice, almost as much as you hated cars and large bodies of water. You swallowed. This sucked, this fucking suck, what the fuck were you thinking? “Why did I think this was a good idea?” You breathed, knees wobbling over the ice skates underneath you. “Who the fuck decided this was fun.”

The cold of the room bit stinging patches into your cheeks as your hands clutched the outer railings tight, looking straight forward at Steven, who wasn’t taking your grumbling personally at all, both of you ignoring the other people passing by as they continued on their fun, somehow staying upright despite the fact that they had knives strapped to their fucking shoes.

“Even if you fall, I’ll help you back up, yeah?” Steven smiled wide, wrapped up in a light blue Columbia sweater you’d stolen from your old room-mate, who’d stolen it from her boyfriend, and that now Steven had stolen from you, not seeming to mind the way the sleeves hung over his hands. “And if you still decide you hate it, we can just go for a walk in the park instead.”

He reached out for your hands, slowly prying them from the rails, and started skating backwards to lead you around the rink. He was graceful on the ice, somehow, even if he fell on his face on solid, normal pavement. How the hell did that work?

And you’d let him talk you into this, because he enjoyed it. Even though you were terrified, breathing shallow as you slowly started skating forward on uncertain legs.

“See, it’s not that bad, innit?” He said after a moment of you awkwardly shuffling forward with him practically pulling you along, your hands claiming at his wrists.

“Just wait until I fall and get a bloody nose from this, Grant.” You hissed, eyes on the ground. “Just what I need when Doctor Jackson comes back from his dig tomorrow.”

“You would still be beautiful.” Steven squeezed your hands encouragingly, something you’d grown to appreciate deeply being able to see him in person again after four months long distance. “Jackson wont know what hit him either way.”

You gave him a deadpan stare, and blinked. “I was more concerned about having to work on painkillers, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

But then he beamed at you with that laugh, and your heart swelled, thrumming to a steady rhythm of gooey emotion. He let go of your right hand but held onto your left, still, and moved so he skated beside you rather than in front, now that you had a bit of confidence on your feet.

Even though you were absolutely holding him back from his real fun, being dead weight and all.

“There you go!” He squeezed your hand again, and you warmed despite the cold of the room. “You are doing so well, love.”

Love. An endearment he used often, but still made your insides squiggly every time.

“Yup.” You forced out and almost fell, but Steven’s hold on you never faltered. “They should put me on the olympic team. Can’t waste my talents.”

“Oh yeah, it wouldn’t even be fair.” He nudged you with his shoulder, forcing you to spin your other arm out in awkward flailing circles to keep your balance with an embarrassing squeak. “They’d have to invent a new medal and everything.”

“Yeah?” You quirked your lips into a smile. “What would that be? Platinum?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the cutest, most brilliant competitor ever seen, but platinum works just as well, I suppose.”

“Oh my god.” You stopped yourself halfway to a snort of laughter, grabbing ahold of his arm proper as you doubled over in an undignified fit. “You’re so fucking corny I can’t believe this.”

“All a part of the Grant signature charm. Just - just gets me all the ladies.” He had to hold back a laugh as he said it, and it was just about the best sound in the world. He’s so fucking cute.

You giggled, ducking your head and looking away.

But then your foot hit the ice wrong, sending you reeling, grabbing onto Steven tighter, but all that managed to do was drag him down onto the ice with you, landing you both flat on your ass with a smack, and your breath left you all at once and panic seized through you for no discernable reason.

Ow.

Steven didn’t look bothered in the least, smiling through what was surely a painful landing, and looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky despite the fact you’d just made him crash and burn.

You huffed, heart squeezing tight in your chest, squeezing his arm for support as you stood back up. “Alright, ladies man, I think I’ve earned some hot chocolate, you coming?”

“Of course.”

---

That night you dreamt of ice, the kind that comes in thick sheets that you can skate on, and that was exactly what you were doing, laughing with someone else as the bracing wind blew through your pretty dark hair.

Had your hair always looked like this? Well, in the dream it had, even though you were certain something about it was incorrect, if it was the color that was throwing you, or the texture or length.

Still, the you in the dream didn’t ponder the state of your hair, simply enjoying the way the snow blew past you and to the trees beyond, gathering speed as you careened toward an untouched section of ice, farther and farther away from the boy behind you, laughing all the way, eager to practice the jumps you’d been practicing back at the real rink back in town.

You leaped.

But you landed wrong, your ice skate crashing through the ice and causing the surface to shatter, leaving you with just a split second view of panicked blue eyes on the boy’s face before you fell into the freezing water.

In the shock of it all, you inhale water into your lungs, the white-hot burn of the cold hitting your whole body at once.

There was no Knight to even try to save you, this time.

You wake with a start, not even able to be comforted by Steven’s presence. It was still too soon to move in, and he was too afraid to sleep around you, anyway…

You sighed, sitting up and ducking your head between your knees.

Was it too much to ask that one of you get a decent night’s fucking sleep, for once?

---

Arthur Harrow was a busy man. Working to build a better world made certain of it - between the smaller aspects of helping the community, and the larger ones of finding the scarab that would lead to Ammit’s tomb.

As such, delegating was necessary.

Although now he somewhat regretted assigning this task to someone who he only spoke to once a month - Emmet really was a lovely man, but perhaps he took instruction too literally at times.

“I have an update on that curator you told me to keep an eye on.” They handed him a tablet, and he read through it absently as he gardened.

“That’s not -” He stopped himself mid-sentence before he got into the finer details of art conservatorship again, closing his eyes for a split second and shook his head. It didn’t matter one way or another what your exact title was, so he went back to reading, and then stilled. “She’s moved to London.”

How strange. She seemed attached to New York.

“And she’s working with Jackson.” Emmet added just as Arthur got to that point in the only two-paragraph long update he’d written.

Jackson. Arthur recognized the name - he presided over some of the dig sites that had the best chance of containing the scarab, if it was still buried.

It was precisely the kind of person someone working for Khonshu would want to get close to. Added with the sudden move, and the way Khonshu had insisted he save you - singled you out, even going so far as to open a portal and risk the attention of the others so he could pull you out of the flaming car before you burned all those years ago - well, that made a very clear picture in his mind as to what was going on.

Peculiar that Khonshu would pick someone with no fighting experience. But perhaps that wasn’t the kind of help the god needed at the moment.

“Call Doctor Jackson’s assistant,” Arthur looked to Emmet. “Let them know I’ll be stopping by to donate to their collection.”

[itbeleeeee]

Spoilers for Bodyguard under the cut

"Great work, mate."

"It wasn't just you mate, we all fell for it."

"Thanks to you David... Some say you should get a medal. Others reckon you should be kicked off the force. We'll see... But first, David, there's something you need more than all of that."

And then they send him to therapy.

I'M SORRY. THAT IS HOW THIS ENDS. THAT. THAT??????? Holy fuck. We just spent an hour, traumatizing a man who was previously traumatized, being 100% convinced that he suited himself up with a bomb because he was the inside man the Whole Time when he 1) had a bloody head, how did he get that if he suited himself up? Why would he do that? For what reason 2) the police officers were convinced it was the one police lady, a day previous?

There is just so much buffoonery. Idk maybe I'm dumb and like the character or Richard Madden himself too much to have a clear head, but holy fucking shit the leaps and bounds these people have to go to convince themselves that Budd is the inside man are the sizes of goddamn football stadiums. And then they just... move on?????? Idk about everyone else but I would have sued ever officer that was in that park to the goddamn moon and back for emotional distress. Then spend that money on going to the Bahamas for a well-deserved vacation with the fam, and then therapy. After that? Look for a calm mind-numbing data-entry office job so I could spend the rest of my dull life in goddamn fucking peace.

Anyway Richard did an AMAZING job holy sweet mother of jesus that was so goddamn tense. His jaw muscles were working very hard and I respect the hell out of the guy---he absolutely deserved the Golden Globe he got for this, my god. You could really tell he was going through agony 90% of the time, and I totally understand never taking a job like this again. Nicely done homie.

[essskel]

my brain is poopoo i forgot to add one thing sorry again 😭

i don't think the scoia'tael could ever change their mind about roche and ves simply because they're wiping out their race. no matter the cause the elves would never forgive them nor would they wanted to cooperate with them in any way unless it's convenient. they can't just say 'oh i was just protecting my country but now im different let me help you' and the elves would forgive them or let them near. they don't need their pity nor they help. the least they can do is leave them alone and help non-humans other ways.

this is the main reason why i can't bring myself to ship rorveth...yes they respect each others abilities in canon but that doesn't erase the fact that roche is still an oppressor (again no matter the motives) and iorveth would only force himself to work with him but never respect him as a person and be "besties". neither would roche tbh because iorveth is no saint and also killed his fair share of innocent people. they fucked up each others lives too much for their relationship to "work" and there's no place in their heart for forgiveness.

okay i won't bother you and your inbox anymore. this is pretty much everything i wanted to say so take care!

Under the cut cause my answer was rambly and I'm trying to save people's dashes lol

Yeah that's pretty much how I feel about the Scoiatael too! I do think Iorveth would eventually accept Roche's help maybe in a military venture if he really needed it and if Roche was genuinely offering, or that they could get past their issues with each other in order to work through a crisis. They do genuinly share a enemy in Nilfgaard, and Roche's inability to see that is his downfall. But then once the immedaute crisis is over... why would Iorveth stick around or even let Roche walk away cleanly?

I just think this is something that can only exist in fanfic, and can maybe be fun or interesting to think about/read about when expanding on the possibilities of their characters, but I personally wouldn't WANT it to be canon, because it would create inconsistencies in both their stories and established motives - which you did say in your last ask, I'm agreeing! (I mean I don't want true friendship/romance, not them being forced to work together. I want that. That would be fun. RIP Iorveth at the battle of Kaer Morhen :( you should have been there king!)

(about your other ask) Idk, I actually don't have any issue with people labeling Roche as a flat out monster. If you're coming at it as someone who's primarily sympathetic to the Elves, it's like you said, it really doesn't matter what his motives or situation was, he was participating in their violent oppression as a leader. He still has a lot of fans who won't acknowledge how evil his work pre-tw2 was, that's a greater problem to me (not talking about you ofc). And Iorveth...lmao other than him be willing to let those women die in the burning building, I can't help but cheer for his bloody methods of justice in ways the Blue Stripes will never get out of me. It's the witcher, everyone's burned a few churches, at least Iorveth was doing it for a good cause 😩

As for Roche, I personally I like him best as a metaphor for armed patriotism - perhaps more historical than modern, but I think both work. Men born into poverty who are coerced into the military by governments that don't value them at all (but like to give them medals as propaganda/empty motivation) while only using them as tool in their violence against other nations/people. Being devalued, abused, covered in blood, becoming a mass murderer all for some paltry veteran discounts and a lifetime of trauma. That's the character work I'd want to see with him, but for future witcher games, I'd be much happier to see Iorveth come back and regain his spotlight, so who really knows.

This is long as hell sorry, thanks for sharing your thoughts I appreciate the conversation!!

OH. right yes. Anais. What the hell we needed a followup on their relationship, that could have been so good and hopeful and constructive. Someday !!!!

[zackastor]

VIVIENNE LAI ASTOR & ZACK ASTOR

where Zack and Vivienne talk and Vivienne re-establishes their marriage @vivienneastor

Zack Astor -after getting his wound properly treated and bandaged, Zack finds himself back at prom; the fight with Nicki hasn't left him in the mood for mingling and so he once more ends up craving a smoke; reaching for his pack of smokes he is just about to make his way away from the crowd when he nearly bumps into someone- Fucking hell, watch where you- -he looks, realizing who the person is and takes a step back- Of fucking course you're here too.

vivienne astor Here? In town? Surely you haven't forgotten already. -she takes his pack of cigs out of his pocket and removes one for herself, waiting for him to light it- Yes, Zack, I'm at the party that the entire town is attending.

Zack Astor No. That was pretty damn fucking hard to forget. -Zack narrows his eyes, considering walking away but he ends up lighting her cigarette- Well ain't that fucking great. I should warn these fuckers. -he tugs a cigarette between his own lips and lights it-

vivienne astor -she looks at him for a long, completely silent beat as they smoke- Don't act as if I arrived specifically to ruin your life. I was headed elsewhere. I was intending to be with Hunter. Remember him? The brother who's currently on his way to becoming some sort of pasty goo out on the road?

Zack Astor -he regards her wearily, eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of Hunter- I didn't kill him. Before you bring that up. He was a biter. -he scoffs, quietly- The hell happened to Kelly? His wife?

vivienne astor -smooths her hair back from her forehead, blowing out a thin stream of smoke- Kelly wanted to try to get to the private flight field. To get in a private plane. To fly to the Swiss Alps and retrieve her children from boarding school. -tips her chin in a shrug- Kelly didn't make it.

Zack Astor -he regards her for a long moment, taking in her matter of fact tone before huffing- She didn't fucking deserve that, you know.

vivienne astor I didn't realize you were such a big fan of Kelly's. Was it her famed Snickers salad that won you over?

Zack Astor At least she worked hard on that. -he takes a drag from his smoke- She at least cared.

vivienne astor Did she care when she asked if the little fruit was joining us for her 4th of July gala? -also takes a drag of her own cigarette- She wasn't talking about the neighbour girl Cherry.

Zack Astor -Zack's gaze hardens immediately; he takes a long drag from his cigarette and watches the smoke billow out from his mouth- You're fucking lying.

vivienne astor Why would I make that up? I'd make up something much more clever. -she reaches out with the hand holding the cigarette, cinched between her knuckles, and smooths back a strand of Zack's hair- You might not remember it this way, but I was the kindest to you, out of them all. In many ways.

Zack Astor -he tenses as soon as she touches him; he finds himself staying for a moment before he recoils, scowling- Don't- even try that. You weren't- you weren't fucking kind.

vivienne astor I was the kindest.

Zack Astor -he stares at her, slightly wide eyed, nostrils flaring before he looks away- What do you want? A medal?

vivienne astor -she goes back to her cigarette for a while- There's none of them left, now. You and I are the only Astors out of the lineage.

Zack Astor -so Jason was dead too. And his parents. He takes a short, quick drag- Where the hell are you going with this, Viv? Do you really feel sad about that?

vivienne astor Where am I going with this? There's nowhere left to go, Zack! They're all dead. All the money is gone, and even if it wasn't, it would be useless. I don't think we've got enough government together for any sort of rebuilding of the economy but they're certainly going to mint new currency if that happens. -she does air quotes, her tone acidly disgusted- Zombie bucks. I can see it now. -shakes her head in resignation- You don't have your ring anymore, but I have mine. You haven't stopped being my child bride. I'm here to claim you.

Zack Astor -his eyes widen, and now he is unable to hide the shock and the whirlwind of emotions behind it- No, you don't- -he swallows, forcing his voice to be steady- You don't get to claim me. I won't fucking- I won't do that.

vivienne astor Yes. You will. -she turns to look at him, the full force of her impassive stare- I married you to save you from what your family did to you. That means you're mine. It's not such a terrible fate, Zack, considering they sent you to be tortured at that conversion camp. I'm not even asking you to stop chasing boys.

Zack Astor -he takes another step back, gaze weary, fixed on her as if she might lunge at him; his heart has quickened, even though he tries to calm himself- What the hell do you want from me?

vivienne astor I'm going to live with you.

Zack Astor No. -his tone is sharp, even if there is a certain brittleness to it- No. That place belongs to me.

vivienne astor I'm not heartless. I'll give you a week, and then you'll move me in.

Zack Astor -he stares at her, jaw muscles working; without another word he turns away from her to walk away-

vivienne astor Have a good week, little one. I'll take my usual side of the bed.

[kyungwonrp]

+ ... // STUDENT PROFILE ... LOADING

NAM KIYONG, also known as AXEL, is 20 YEARS OLD and currently enrolled in kyungwon university. he is in his 1ST YEAR of the UNDERGRADUATE PROGRAM, with an UNDECLARED MAJOR. he is notably part of the ICE SKATING CLUB TEAM and the ICE HOCKEY TEAM. he is also a NATIONAL ATHELETE. you may find him in the WEST WING (ROOM #4).

                           + ... // LOAD STUDENT BACKGROUND . . .

rule one: money is power

ice skating is an expensive sport, he’s known this since he was a child, having had to learn how to fundraise for his first pair of ice skates. but dang, why is ice time so expensive? he feels his head is about split from all the numbers he’s had to crunch out so he could afford to go for the junior grand prix happening soon.

sure, kim yuna sunbae’s success as a figure skater has injected more funds into the sport but with great popularity comes even greater competition. kiyong loves competing with the best of the best, always looked forward to seeing them skate during trainings. the downside is that it’s harder for him to get funds when there are other people as good, or hell, much better than him.

he sighs as he tosses the hotel and flight quotations back on his desk, tears about to erupt from his eyes. from his peripheral vision, he spots the contract one of his potential sponsors had drafted for him to sign.

the sponsor’s terms and conditions were stuff of nightmares, not only did the legal jargon confuse the hell out of him but he had a strong suspicion some of the clauses were borderline unethical and most likely illegal.

“i’m only 15. how the fuck am i supposed to understand all of this shit,” he whines to himself. the older he gets, the more he understands why his parents have worked continuous long hours the moment he stepped onto the ice, swearing to become an olympian.

-

rule two: just smile

podium finish. silver medal.

he should be happy but he’s not. well, he is internally happy, but the korea skating union isn’t. they wanted him to win gold, and had expected him to win since his usual opponents were injured (boo, kiyong hates when there’s no tough competition). he’s definitely going to get an earful during the post-mortems later.

but this is russian land he’s competing on, so to no one’s surprise his errors caused points to be deducted unfairly. his heart had sank the moment he saw the change of judge lineup the week before he flew to moscow. you could perform to the best of your ability but when someone is out for you and money's been exchanged, it’s hard to change their mindset.

“how do you feel about the silver medal, axel?” a microphone is stuffed right infront of his face.

“i’m happy i’m on the podium, but not pleased with the placing. i know i can perform much better. however, what matters is that i’m one step closer to the olympics. my goal is to qualify and as usual, enjoy myself.”

classic sportmans-like answer. his PR manager must be so proud. oh, how he wished he could cuss out the judges for being bribed so easily. but then, he did sign up for a subjectively scored sport and not objective. (he should have stuck with speed skating, at least people couldn’t sabotage his finishing time that easily).

-

rule three: prioritise?

“you sure you want to study in korea? and not elsewhere?” his parents ask again. “if you’re worried about the tuition, we’ve got it covered. you should move back to canada and join the others. or move to japan.”

“no, it’s okay. i want to stay here,” kiyong replies firmly, accepting the tea his mom has poured for him.

“you can always come back here when you’ve retired,” his mom says earnestly, placing a plate of sliced fruits onto the round table.

“yeah, but it’s not the same. i want to experience the korean university life,” he whines, pouting.

“you’ve watched too many korean dramas, haven’t you?” his sister snorts from behind, where she’s been busy massaging her sore calf muscles with a foam roller. he throws a pillow at her, sticking out his tongue.

“maybe. can you blame me? anyways, it’s not like i won’t have access to good training facilities here. coach said he’s willing to move here in order to train me.” and that marks the end of discussion on his next course of action.

"so, kyungwon university, huh?"

[illicitjoy]

having a favorite person is hard.

dealing with bpd in my life has been difficult for me with the random mood swings, attachments and setting up “tests” for your loved ones, and then realizing what you did, and don’t get me started on the compulsive lying.

i didn’t think i had a favorite person. i was equally attached to everyone. i have finally “gotten over” my favorite person from middle school and high school, and i can never explain why he was my favorite person. my best guess was he gave me all the attention five year old me could ever want.

i was a glass child growing up, which is inevitable when you have a sibling with special needs and a blended family where you only see your step siblings a handful of times. when they were home, it was all about them. and i understood that as a child, but sometimes i just wanted to be held and told that everything would be okay in the world.

but in middle school, something switched in me, and all hell broke loose. i have a whole cookie jar (that’s what i call my problems, kinda makes me giggle) i have bipolar disorder, bpd, cpstd, chronic anxiety, intrusive ocd and failure to thrive depression. and that’s only my mental crap. i have diabetes and celiac’s disease and that’s another fun story.

in middle school was when the manic episodes decided to flick to 4WD and hit petal to the fucking medal. i was drinking and getting high anytime i could. skipping class. getting arrested. screaming at my mom. never sleeping. failing all my classes. and meeting my first boyfriend. my favorite person.

he was everything you could ever want in a perfect boyfriend. obsessive, jealous, way to high of a sex drive for a fucking middle school child. oh, and also abusive, a biastophilla (tw rape if you look it up), and would spam your phone with death threats, or suicide threats. would follow you home, break into said home, and you know, do things that a biastophilla would do. a girls dream.

and now your thinking, “girl, why would you do that to yourself?” i’ll tell you a few reasons. 1. i was manic 86% and i loved self sabotage. 2. your girl loves some good ass obsessive attention. 3. i felt like i couldn’t be alone. this was one of the lowest points of my life, and i just wanted someone to love me, and i that’s how i thought i deserved to be loved.

this went on and kinda off (he never really left me alone) for FOUR YEARS, and even a little after that. i would be terrified, block him, hide from him, have my friends protect me if he came charging. but sometimes i would get a little less sleep than usual and i would go manic, unblock him, text him something like “you grown yet?” and it was start all over again. it was a painful vicious cycle, but that’s what i deserved in my mind.

i felt like an absolute bitch when i told my girlfriend that she was not my favorite person, and she told me that she would never want to be my favorite person. that it was too obsessive and jealous, and could sometimes be scary. immediately i felt like the biggest red flag in history.

i have a friend right now that’s really struggling, and the way my girlfriend talks about them, hits a trigger. saying, “she lives six minutes away from work. how is she always late? i understand that she can’t get herself out of bed but at least get up enough to get dressed and work on time.” and “she wouldn’t be in this position if she wasn’t dating xxxx.” and i understand. i deeply and truly understand where my friend is in their life. and how hard that is. and it makes me overthink, “what if this is what she thinks of me?” “what if she thinks i’m over dramatic.” “what if she thinks i should just deal and get over it.” and it hurts me, and makes me hurt for my friend.

now you’re probably thinking “hun, who’s your new favorite person.” buckle in darlin. my favorite person is my best friend, and when i tell you i’m obsessed, it’s a fucking problem. she could tell me, “i’m in love with you, marry me.” damn looks like we’re going to the chapel, let’s go. “quit your job.” i walked out babe, what we doing now? “come to me.” bitch i don’t know how to drive but i’m flooring it in a car that i stole. now, part of it could definitely be that i need more sleep and to up my meds, but you can’t really medicate this away.

if she’s upset, boom i’m upset. she depressed, damn looks like we dying together. won’t text me back? she hates me, i should kill myself. this is the problem with favorite people. i also don’t have my own personality. she likes dark hair, i’m dying my hair. she’s a country aesthetic? yehaw mother fucker.

just know if someone you love has a favorite person, just try and be supportive because they will cut you out of their life so fast if you don’t approve. you can try talking to them, and maybe getting them some help, but just be patient. and if you can’t handle it explain it nicely. they are in a vulnerable state. their fight or flight will be triggered.

bpd is one of the hardest conditions to live with. you’re constantly fighting with yourself. you hurt. it’s so mentally and physically draining. just be patient. maybe get them a therapist, and breathe. everything will be okay, and if it’s not, you are allowed to get yourself out of a scary situation.

it’s about the other people around the person with bpd too. it’s hard to be with or be around someone with bpd, just try talking and expect an outburst. they’re just a five years old that’s terrified and wants someone to love them.

i am five years old, scared and just want to be loved. i want to be told that everything will be okay in the world, and just to breathe.

[kingchisum]

So I’ve played sports my entire life. I started with coed t-ball, no one said a thing about boys and girls playing together then(ages4-6 if I remember correctly), and score was not kept. Then I played rugby into high school(2x state champion as a 14 year old playing against kids up to 16 years old), the coach had a daughter who played with us a couple of times, she outran us all. And I know that is the reason he let her play sometimes, she wasn’t ever going to be tackled, and if she were to be tackled it would have been a back who was similar to her size. In a sport like rugby it is dangerous for young girls to play with boys after a certain age because of puberty. It’s the hormones for the most part that make the difference, muscle mass growth and type are determined by these hormones, that has been scientifically proven. So if we were to test anything in regards to athletics it would be hormone levels, but guess what, they don’t always correlate to our dichotomous definition of gender. Some people born with vaginas have naturally occurring “male” levels of testosterone and vice a versa. And I find myself incompetent to say anything about intersex individuals, so all I can say is I support them and hope that they don’t get pushed to the side once again, because it’s a hard thing to think about. Checking genitals, makes no sense, checking hormone levels makes half sense, so neither should be implemented for any reason. Children’s sports should not be scored, oh yeah strap in, this isn’t just a rant about one thing. You see, there is no point to it. Some kids aren’t trying, some kids don’t even want to be there, others just aren’t attracted to athletics. So it is never an actually fair contest, it is never a good measure of how good one team is over another. Did we forget about how almost all top level schools from middle school up to college recruit kids who aren’t even in the same district as all of their peers? I mean there is just such little sense involved in even thinking about checking genitals or banning humans from competing because their body doesn’t match the way they feel, that it makes it hard to even think about this subject, and yet here we are. People will say that there must be scoring in kids games, how else will we know who won, how else will we know when the game is over, how will we make an entire team of children feel inferior to another team of children? Important questions? I think the fuck not. Did I love hoisting my trophies and feeling the cold medal bump my chest, fuck yeah. Was it worth the anguish of others, hell no? Adults have the freedom to choose wether or not they want to compete, I think most people would be shocked to learn that a lot of kids don’t want to play sports. Think about it, what percentage of adults plays sports after high school? Not many in my experience, why, because athletics is a tiny percentage of the hobbies and extracurricular activities that exist. You know like making models, wood working, doing drag shows and or races(I’m a big fan of both). Sorry, that’s pretty much the rant but I have a really good idea to tell you now. Dragging with drag queens. Two person teams, not a single genital will be checked, unless otherwise desired(and yes I know that drag isn’t inherently sexual). First event drag race, second event drag show, and then the twist. Round two, everyone swaps around, the racers do the show and the queens do the racing. Oh my gosh, I can’t contain myself, what a bucket list item, oh man.

[pineapple-lover-boy]

Can- can I just talk about the Victuuri relationship? Pretty please?

I just…. I’ve never seen a healthy relationship that starts from idolization and a need to get out that has ended in a satisfying way.

Let me elaborate:

We all know that Yuri idolized Victor. It’s why he was so nervous in the beginning and why it took time for them to build on their relationship, he saw Victor as a god.

Victor? He was depressed. He loved the ice so much but he longer found excitement in competitions. He didn’t have any worthy opponents that had a chance of beating him (sorry Chris).

I believe Victor “fell in love” at the banquet. He was attracted to Yuri but, even though he lost, he also saw potential in him. That night was probably the most exciting night for him in a long time. I think he felt genuine affection for Yuri but also saw a way to get out of his predicament.

Then, of course, Yuri didn’t show up the following season (a year had passed before the present timeline). He was most likely annoyed that someone who had gave him excitement didn’t show up. Did he think Yuri had a chance of beating him at first? Probably not. Did he see potential or at least someone he could have fun with during the season? Hell yes!

And then when he saw the video of Yuri skating Stay Close To Me, something that awarded him a gold medal. That’s all he needed. He saw how Yuri not only skated it perfectly but I bet he thought Yuri skated it better. Let’s not forget that emotion is a huge part of skating. If you don’t skate with the passion your supposed to hold for whatever theme you have, your performance can almost seem futile. Victor obviously won because he perfected it but if it was based on how he presented it alone, he would’ve lost. He saw someone worthy of skating an gold medal piece while also having the heart to do it. That’s talent.

Anyways, because of this, their relationship doesn’t hold well in the beginning. He’s passive aggressive towards Yuri because he doesn’t see his own talent and Yuri is just going along for the ride because holy shit it’s Victor fucking Nikiforov.

As they get to know each other and Yuri opens up more (plus Victor getting info on Yuri from the others) Victor starts to see Yuri as an actual person and not someone he can use to project himself onto and then later skate against. And Yuri starts to see him as an actual person too.

I saw on another post talking about how we didn’t see them during the summer and how the end credits of every episode suggest they got to know each other better as both in the credits and in the show they (Yuri) are able to touch each other more. I 100% believe this.

I also believe they might’ve had an argument or two on this topic. It’s not easy to switch from inadvertently seeing someone as anything but a person to an actual person with emotions and feelings. I believe Victor would’ve tried to back away from this subject but Yuri wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t big arguments like in episode 7. It was probably little quarrels that annoyed them both but after having a long conversation they finally started to become more comfortable with each other.

Yuri started letting go of the notion that Victor was a god like creature and Victor saw him as something other than a pawn. Yuri stopped getting as embarrassed with Victor touching him and Victor stopped trying to seduce him as much just so he could see the man from the banquet.

This most definitely leads the way towards a healthier relationship but episode 7 was inevitable. Yuri’s anxiety was at an all time high when he comes out on top. The fact that he needs to stay on top and not mess up is getting to him. As a person with anxiety, it’s pure hell. The thoughts of failing won’t get out of his head and even as he turns off all the monitors he can still hear everything.

Victor takes him away from prying eyes and has no idea what to do. Despite an obvious change that would’ve had to include some emotions from both occurring over the summer, he still has no idea how to help someone in distress.

Then he makes his first mistake. Yuri is visibly shaken by someone’s scores (can’t remember who) and Victor, who is at his wits end, yells at him to stop listening and puts his hands over Yuri’s ears. This tells Yuri how nervous Victor is too and despite knowing that Victor wouldn’t leave him now it shows to him that Victor doesn’t have faith in him (even if he does).

Victor tried to shatter Yuri’s heart. He must’ve expected Yuri to maybe sign heavily but tell him that he’ll do everything in his power to win (probably something that’s happened with him and Yakov). Instead he see’s the consequences of his carelessness. Yuri rightfully lashes out at him and even through all that Victor stills says “should I kiss you?”. Idk what Yuri was thinking but if I were him I would be extremely offended that Victor would try and use me like some doll he can play with and can assume that physical affection and love can fix everything, which was probably what Yuri was thinking.

There’s something off about Yuri and Victor when they emerge but Yuri is surprisingly better now. Cathartic crying can do wonders, kids. There’s also my favorite part of the entire show (couldn’t find a gif):

*head jab* “Hey, fuck you.”

*more head jabs* “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I know you don’t like this you unempathetic dicknip.”

*head pat* “You’re forgiven.”

We all know what happens next: Yuri ends his love story with Victor’s signature move and Victor kisses him out of joy and the need to one up him (with love, of course).

I’m gonna get a little sloppy here with the timeline because I have the memory of a female protagonist that needs to go back to work to get something only to accidentally bump into the jerk CEO of which she will develop a toxic relationship for fan service, so forgive me.

Gonna skip ahead to the scene where Yuri tells Victor that he’s leaving skating, and basically Victor too. (At this moment I realized I’ve been spelling Viktor with a c and not a k which is really fucking with my brain but it’s too late to go back). Victor starts crying and realizes just how Yuri felt when he was rejecting him.

I believe Yuri found some light in the situation because of that fact, which Victor was not having. They’ve been closer than ever now. They’ve kissed, they’ve also announced they they’re getting married, so what the hell?!

Yuri, as we know, feels he’s keeping Victor from the ice. Victor, while he misses the ice and wouldn’t mind being competitive again, has found meaning and if he’s going to be Yuri’s coach to stay where he is than so be it.

He wanted to coach Yuri because he wanted a worthy competitor and while he still wants that, what matters most now is his relationship with Yuri. If he stops being Yuri’s coach and Yuri goes off the ice he knows it will be the end. Yuri loves the ice too and I’d bet he’d try to distance himself from Victor as to not feel regret from leaving without actually knowing that he’s doing it.

They’ve grown so much at this point. But that doesn’t mean it’s over. After all they’ve been through Yuri doesn’t realize that consequences of parting from one another. While being too dependent on your spouse isn’t good, it’s what they both need right now. They are what caused the other person to be happy again and while I hate those types of storylines this one executed it perfectly.

I find Victor’s silent plea to Yurio absolutely heartbreaking. He knows it’s bad to put pressure on people but now he’s doing that to a 15 year old boy. He’s putting his relationship and his life into this child’s hands because he knows there’s nothing else he can do.

I do think Yurio had a crush on Yuri but even if he didn’t: Yuri has taught him so much. He, although being an ass most of the time, has really come to love Yuri as family. It’s clear that Yurio was always lonely (Otabek being his first friend and all) but once he came to Japan and lived, truly lived there, he wasn’t lonely anymore.

Yurio wins, Yuri gets silver and all’s well that ends well.

I guess my point of this was to show how well the relationship in YOI was. I could’ve included some more detail on some points but I usually write stuff in one take (it’s very hard to revise without my mind shutting on itself).

I just love how an implicitly toxic relationship can come out so healthy. They don’t do any of that miscommunication bullshit and when they do it’s because the characters don’t know what to do or how to handle something. Like humans do!

They could’ve easily made this the hot famous guy thinks the kawai girl boy is just so adorable and the kawai girl boy is absolutely infatuated with the hot guy. Hijinks ensue which includes the kawai girl boy thinking the hot guy is in love with someone else. She He gets pushed into thinking that she’s he’s more independent in the end and happily ever after for the couple that will divorce in less than five years! Yay!

Seriously, I thought that was what was going to happen but YOI subverted my expectations so much. They are people that grew from their bad mindsets. And you know what? Yuri still has anxiety! Victor is still bad with handling emotions! And that’s ok! We don’t change that quickly. It takes time and hopefully another season.

I’m definitely using this show as a template for healthy relationships. It’s so hard for me to properly write them when I’ve never been in one and I’m not given the chance to see it happen in different environments (when searching it up all I get is “they trust each other. They blame each other. They’re compassionate.” Like ok but can you show me how?)

Yuri!!! On ice…. I love you so much. You have done so much for my mental health and my writing. Thank you.

[holylulusworld]

Bad Boys (6) - She’s ours (FIN)

Summary: New to town, a goody-two-shoes, you catch the attention of not one but two guys. Too bad they are the ‘bad boys’ and your ‘dad’ tries to protect you.

Pairing: Biker!Alpha!Bucky x Reader x Omega!Biker!Alpha!Steve

Warnings: A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, language, protective alphas, scenting, true mates, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, violence, blood, pregnant omega, Steve freaks out there for a minute

Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, unnamed deputies

A/N: Reader is Tony Stark's goddaughter. This is an AU/A/B/O setting. I have a thing for Biker /BuckySteve so bear with me.

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“Aw, I like your decoration, Bucky,” admiring Bucky’s room at the clubhouse you hum to yourself, wander around, or stop to pick a few things up. “I like the little bike bookend. Where did you get it?”

“Flea market, doll,” Steve smirks when his friend’s cheeks turn pink. “Bucky likes to go to the flea market and buy useless crap.”

“I like flea markets too,” excitedly you jump at Bucky, tug at his leather jacket to make him look at you. “Do you want to go with me next time? Oh! We could buy some things for Stevie’s house.”

“Please, don’t—” the blonde groans when you won’t stop talking about decorating, the flea market, and how you wish you could all move in together.

“Please—Stevie,” you whine. “I want to find something nice for your house, alpha. It’s nice but needs the woman’s touch. You’ve got no clue how pretty it could look.”

“Like my room,” Bucky states, grinning at his friend. “See, our omega loves my room and my decoration.”

“Except for the picture over there,” pointing at the wall you scrunch up your nose. “Why do the dogs on the picture play poker? They look like drunk gangsters or something. I don’t like it, Bucky.”

“It’s a classic,” defending his picture Bucky mutter under his breath. “None of you got a clue how hard I fought for that thing. There was a punk offering buck after buck for it at the flea market.”

“Did you lose?” grinning you place your hand onto Bucky’s chest. “I mean, you ended up bringing it home.”

“I won, doll. I paid ten bucks for it,” he grins. “Punk had to go home empty-handed.”

“See, no taste—” Steve insists. “None of you will ruin my house with crappy decoration. That’s my last word!”

“B-but, Stevie,” you cry, eyes big and wet now, “you’re not a bachelor anymore! You’ve got a mate now, an omega. I want to feel safe and comfortable when I visit you. Don’t you want me around?” choking on your words you hide your face in Bucky’s chest. “Do you already regret your claim?”

“Great job, Steve. Now she’s crying and I got no house for her to decorate,” grumbling Bucky runs one hand over your hair, tries to soothe you while you smirk to yourself.

None of your alphas can see you played Steve well. “No—no! Baby doll, you can redecorate anything you want to. Maybe even bring that ugly picture with you. I’ll do anything, omega.”

“How often can I visit you?” you nuzzle Bucky’s neck; enjoy he holds you tightly. “I don’t want to disturb your solitary, Steve.”

“I-I want you to move in with me,” Steve blurs out, gasping as you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes. “I mean, shit—uh erm, that’s a bit sudden I guess. We should talk about our bond first. It’s a bit different from normal bonds with one alpha.”

“Can Bucky move in too? Can we buy a huge bed and share it? Oh, I want a large bathtub for us to share too and a shower! Imagine all the sex with could have!” you babble, slowly stepping toward Steve. “Please—alpha?”

“Oh, crap,” Bucky snickers when Steve whines low in his throat. You nuzzled your face in his chest and now the rough biker fights his alpha to not give in to everything you demand. “She’s got your balls in her hands.”

“Perfect, alpha,” smiling you look at the bookshelf. Bucky brought his belongings, including the bookend you love so much. “Right, Stevie? It looks awesome.”

“Yeah, awesome,” Steve gave up the moment you demanded you need three more pillows on the couch. Now you are busy redecorating his living room.

He sighs deeply but tries to remember you are an omega who tries to create a cozy home for her alphas.

“Look at the pictures I placed on the fireplace, Steve. I want to take some of you, Bucky, and me too. I want to fill our house with our love.”

“Uh-she’s in nesting mood,” Bucky whispers. “Do I need to know anything, Steve? Did we get her full of pups already? I think her breasts grew too.”

“WAIT-WHAT?” panicked Steve glances at your chest, tries to figure out if your breasts are fuller. “It’s only a month. I mean, she was in heat but we—”

“Didn’t use anything, Steve,” smirking Bucky watches you usher toward the couch to place one last pillow next to the others. “Do I have to explain how sex works? If she wasn’t on anything, we got her round.”

“Round? Pups?” panting heavily now Steve clutches one hand to his chest. “Fuck—Stark will kill us!”

“Tons won’t kill you, alpha,” humming happily you nod to yourself. “I’m done here. Can we go to the bedroom now? I wanna cuddle with you on the new bed you and your friends built.”

“S-sure,” Steve’s eyes drift toward your belly and he swallows thickly. “Uh-Y/N are you on birth control?” you giggle at Steve’s words but don’t answer his question. you brush past him, grinning as he follows you like a nervous puppy. “Omega? Doll?”

“I wasn’t when we mated if that’s what you are trying to ask, Steve—”

Steve’s head is spinning when you walk upstairs, giggling as Bucky runs after you to sniff at your neck. “Damn me, omega. You smell like us. Stevie, I think we filled her good.”

“I-I need a minute here, Buck,” Steve pants. “Go ahead. I’ll be right with you, guys…”

“Where have you been Steve? Y/N was waiting for you for half an hour,” Bucky tuts. He growls when you hide your face in the cushions. “Look what you did! She wanted to cuddle with us on the nest she made.”

“We need to use one of these,” Steve place a paper bag filled with pregnancy tests onto the bed. “I want to know if she’s pregnant.”

“Alpha,” you purr low in your throat. Before he can blink you snatch the bag from the bed to hide it behind your back. “Can’t you scent me and tell me if I’m expecting?”

“I can barely focus on anything, doll. All I want is to cradle and scent you right now. I-I need to know if I filled you with pups,” the alpha purrs, much to Bucky’s amusement.

The brunette sits next to you, a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Steve, just scent our omega. Her scent changed and this means our girl is expecting.”

“How’d you wanna know, Buck?”

“I read books about omegas and true mates. She smells more like me and you now. I think we both filled her with our pup,” humming you snuggle closer to Bucky to hide your face in his chest.

“Please, alpha,” you whine, hoping Steve’s not mad at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was in heat and lost control.”

“Baby doll,” Steve purrs low in his throat, ready to pounce on you. “I’m not mad, Y/N. This is just a little overwhelming. I finally found my true mate, mated her to share her with my best friend and now she’s pregnant. I need a moment to realize I need to change my life.”

“I want my big bad biker to cuddle me,” whimpering in distress you look at Steve. “Please.”

“Alright, doll. Let me kick my boots off and we can cuddle.”

After joining you and Bucky on the bed, Steve sighs deeply. He scents you, excessively, purring now and then.

“So—who’s going to tell her godfather we got her pregnant?” Bucky grins when you look at Steve. “Guess she wants you to volunteer…”

“Look what the cat dragged into the sheriff’s department,” the deputies growl. “Pity the sheriff couldn’t get rid of us – huh? Maybe you change your mind and want us to take care of that sweet little omega?”

“If you want to keep your teeth, you will shut your cakehole right fucking now,” Bucky grits, hands already balled into fists. “You are talking about our true mate, the mother of our pups.”

“Pups?” the deputy gasps, looking at you hide behind Steve. “You got her pregnant? What a pity. The girl looked like she likes to take dick—” Bucky’s fist breaks the deputy’s nose with one precise punch.

While the man stumbles backward, pressing one hand to his bleeding nose, his friend tries to help him but ends up pressed against the wall by Steve, the blondes arm against his throat.

The alpha grits his teeth reveals his true intentions. “Back in the old times' alphas defended their omegas by ripping their concurrent’s mating gland out with their teeth.” He grins, feeling the deputy struggle against his strength. “Good thing the old times are over – right, Buck?”

“Right, Steve. I mean, some people should watch their backs and mating glands if they don’t want to end up in a dark alley,” the brunette grins at the other deputy. “I have a thing for knives and always wondered how deep I can cut a bastard until he bleeds out.”

“T-this isn’t necessary,” the deputy looks up at Steve before he tilts his head in submission. “My friend was just joking. He likes to run his mouth.”

“I will tell you this one last time,” Steve growls. “She’s ours. Our true mate and you will stay the fuck away from her.”

“So—,” Tony clears his throat. “You are pregnant by two alphas, great. I will get a godfather of the year medal this time.”

“Please don’t be mad, Tony,” you sniff. “It’s not your fault nor theirs. I wasn’t on anything and gave in to my instinct but Steve, Bucky, and I got a nice house. We can raise our kids there.”

“I heard you gave my deputies hell,” your godfather smirks at Bucky. “Good job, boys. Next time break a few bones.”

“Tony,” Pepper tuts her alpha, but she gently pats his hand. “Don’t encourage them! Soon they will be fathers! Now let’s talk about the nest and anything else, Y/N. How far are you?”

“Two babies,” Steve watches you lie in the middle of your shared bed. “We need to tell the gang we are going to be fathers soon, Buck. No more dangerous stuff for us. Y/N needs reliable alphas.”

“Aw, you’re such a softie, Steve,” Bucky whines when you look at your alphas. “Fine, I’m all soft for her too. What happened to us? We used to be stone-cold bikers and now we are putty in a girl’s hands.”

“Not just a girl, Buck,” smiling Steve looks at his friend. “Our omega, my friend. I think it’s time to grow up and be good alphas.”

“Agreed,” offering Steve a fist bump Bucky grins. “Now let’s take care of our omega. She needs us.”

THE END...*and yes I made her pregnant, sue me...*

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CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

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Part 2/3:

“You call this shit an espresso machine?”

“I wouldn’t, but Fowler does. The department’s on a tight budget.”

“Hmmpff.”

Gavin watched Nines tinker with the cheap coffee maker in the break room. The whole thing was so absurd it felt like an out of body experience. He hadn’t had a partner in years and was now suddenly stuck with a military-grade android who bitterly resented every second spent by his side. It was also the first time he’d met someone as temperamental, as foul-mouthed and as coffee-loving as him.

Nines smacked the machine. It produced a pitiful whine and a stream of muddy brown liquid. Gavin cleared his throat.

“We should head to the scene now. Two victims in a warehouse. One human, one android. Battered beyond recognition. I’d go by myself but I need you to scan their identities for me.”

Nines turned around with disgust and something that looked a lot like fear written across his features.

“That sounds awful. Why would I want to come see such a thing?”

“It’s… your job…?”

“No. I’m not a detective. I’m a café owner. Markus and Connor might have forced me to sign a contract with the DPD but they can’t force me to do things I don’t want to.”

“And what am I supposed to do with an uncooperative partner?”

“That is not my problem.”

Gavin was stumped. He wasn’t used to people talking back to him, especially not civilians… not that Nines was really one any more.

“Come on, man. I don’t wanna tell on you. Let’s just make this work. Getting you in trouble is only gonna push you and all your fellow tincans into more hot water. Then you’d have lost your little café for nothing.”

Strangely, he found himself appealing to reason and logic. Nines’ aggressive demeanour was so similar to his own that Gavin had been forced to switch alignment entirely. His colleagues were pleasantly surprised by the change… though now there was a new rabid dog in the station they had to avoid angering.

“Fine. But tell me where exactly to scan. I don’t wanna be looking at those poor bastards any longer than I have to.

And don’t expect me to lick any blood like Connor the great. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“Of course.”

//

\\

“Oh god. Oh RA9. Oh my…”

Nines took a shaky sip of his blue latte and dropped the cup back onto its saucer. Ralph hovered anxiously above him.

“How on earth do you look at things like that everyday? You barely batted an eye. And they call us androids inhuman.”

“Fifteen years on the job will dull your senses.”

“When did you stop getting queasy?”

Gavin lifted his own cup to his lips, not answering until he finally got a taste of the specialty coffee Nines kept raving about. He sipped and sighed in satisfaction. Calypso was everything it was talked up by the press to be.

“Right after a triple homicide by this dude I went to school with. He grew up exactly the same way I did. He had a nice family, nice job. There was nothing wrong with him. He could have been me, I could have been him. But how did the universe decide who’d be the cop and who’d be the killer? No phcking clue. No rhyme or reason for the way things turned out. And that realisation chilled me to the phcking bone, dude. There’s things scarier than blood and guts and that’s the workings of our own minds.”

Nines considered that for a moment and shuddered. Ralph hastily walked away, muttering to himself.

“Ralph does not like these talks. Murders and killings and bloody, bloody things. It reminds Ralph of the old days.”

Gavin watched him retreat behind the store counter with a raised eyebrow.

“Where on earth did you find that specimen?”

“In a haunted house.”

Gavin blinked uncertainly, not sure if he was being serious. Nines barked a laugh.

“Both of us were living rough after the Revolution. He’d been squatting in different buildings since he deviated and I was one of the new units Connor brought onto the streets from Cyberlife Tower. Didn’t have any clothes on. Didn’t have anywhere to go. I just ducked into the first abandoned building I saw. Needless to say I got the scare of my life, just as the poster outside promised.”

Nines’ eyes flicked over fondly to Ralph. The WR600 was now dealing rather enthusiastically with a customer. Gavin followed Nines’ gaze, sipping the heavenly coffee while his perception of the world went through another sea change.

//

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“I’m proud of you, son. You didn’t want to join us at first but you went above and beyond for this mission.”

Captain Fowler pinned a medal of honour to the front of Nines’ dress uniform as the audience clapped. Nines inclined his head but remained expressionless. He glanced sideways and Gavin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, scarcely noticing the matching medal that joined the other ribbons and distinguished service awards on his chest.

Connor and Markus were waiting for them as they got off the stage. Nines shoved past both of them, ignoring Markus’ outstretched hand and the camera flashes from the media.

Irony of ironies, Gavin felt the need to save face. He stopped to shake hands and pose for pictures with the leader of Jericho and new Mayor of Detroit.

“He’s served well. He’s done his part. When can he go back to his little café?”

Markus smiled wistfully.

“Securing Nines’ public service was not just a bargaining chip in passing the Android Equality bill, Detective. It was a key instrument.”

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t just need to guarantee public safety from advanced androids, we need to recuperate the development costs. Cyberlife received countless government grants for RK R&D activities. I need to show tax payers that their money didn’t go down the drain.”

“What the hell kind of freedom is this?”

Markus dipped his head and Connor swiftly motioned for a journalist to join them.

//

\\

“Turn the car around! Turn the fuck around!”

“Okay okay! Hang on!”

Gavin was used to Nines’ temper but he was now seeing it accompanied by anxiety for the first time. His hands were splayed out across the dashboard and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The LED on his temple sparked red in between its rapid cycles of yellow.

Weaving expertly through the traffic, Gavin pulled up outside Calypso Café. Nines leapt out of the police car before it fully stopped.

Gavin saw the source of trouble instantly. Two burly men tossing chairs and kicking tables. A third was berating terrified patrons and a fourth jeered at Ralph, plucking at his apron and smacking his damaged cheek. Gavin knew that anti-android sentiment still simmered beneath the surface of their society, but it had been a while since he’d seen it rear its ugly head… and so violently at that.

Nines barged into his beloved café and bodily flung the men out. They flew through the air and hit the pavement as if they weighed nothing. Gavin watched with muted horror, realising why exactly anyone would want the government to keep an eye on the RK900.

There was a sickening crunch as Nines broke the nose of the man who’d been bullying Ralph. But it didn’t end there. He kicked him down the entrance steps and leapt onto the man’s torso, pummelling his brutish face into the concrete.

Gavin could barely hear himself yelling for Nines to stop above the cacophony of screams from the vicinity. Seconds flew by and spatters of blood turned into veritable rivulets running down the pavement.

Not daring to intervene physically, Gavin pulled out his service revolver.

“Nines, get off him! Nines, it’s not worth it! If you kill him, everything ends! Nines! Stop! I’ll shoot if you don’t let go! Don’t make me do this, man! Please!”

He counted down and cursed when Nines showed no indication of having heard him. He fired a warning shot. Then two more. And then he pointed his weapon directly at Nines.

One bullet to the android’s midsection.

A burst of blue.

A staticky cry of surprise.

And Nines dropped to the side.

The other aggressors scrambled to scrape their unconscious ringleader off the ground and hurried away. Gavin made no effort to stop them. He flipped Nines onto his back and looked into the angry blue eyes.

“Wipe all the security cameras on the street.”

“Already did.”

Ralph helped him carry Nines into the vandalised café. Gavin ripped open the stained shirt and felt up the chassis for the embedded bullet. He took the toolbox from Ralph and began to work, guided by a lifesaving instinct that somehow applied to androids too.

“I should have been there.”

“What?”

“Ralph. I should have been there with you. I’d have never let those bastards into the store. I’d have never let them put their hands on you.”

“Ralph is okay. Completely fine! There is no need to worry about Ralph. Ralph is worried about you. So much thirium…”

“This should have never happened. You were there for me when I didn’t even have a stitch of clothing on my chassis, but I abandoned you to run Calypso on your own. You could have gotten hurt badly today. I’m so sorry, Ralph.”

Gavin plucked the bullet out and began working to stem the flow of blue blood. His hands shook with empathetic rage, and Nines noticed.

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“I honestly think falling back on your core programming is the right thing to do. It’s the same thing as humans playing to their strengths. It doesn’t mean we’re still trapped by our software instructions. It doesn’t mean we’re not deviant. It just means that we’re choosing to do something we’re indisputably good at.”

Nines’ grip on his thirium beer was so tight that his knuckles had turned white. The synth skin was stretched to breaking point, exposing the plastic chassis beneath. Gavin swallowed uncomfortably. He found himself wishing that he was an android too and could telepathically ask Connor to shut the phck up.

As usual, he was the only one who noticed Nines’ tension. Hank and Fowler and all their other insensitive colleagues were nodding sagely at the bullshit the RK800 was spewing.

“I mean, sure, there’s plenty of androids who choose alternative career paths, but I think that’s just an unnecessary hill to climb. If you’re up for the challenge, go for it by all means, but why? It’s never made sense to me. I can’t imagine being anything other than a detective.”

Gavin’s eyes flitted between both ends of Hank’s backyard as if he were watching a tennis match. Connor continued to babble and Nines grip on his drink became increasingly vice-like.

Then there was a splintering sound.

A spray of blue beer.

A scatter of broken glass.

Time seemed to slow down as Nines pushed himself off the fence he was leaning on and made his way across the yard.

And then Gavin had a fleeting vision of Connor being tackled to the ground and having his jaw ripped off. He’d heard plenty about preconstructions but he’d never expected to have one himself as a human. Or was that just what they called a premonition?

Gavin moved quickly.

He actually ran.

He paid no heed to the irritated murmurs and cries of alarm.

He pushed a hapless colleague out of the way and inserted himself directly in Nines’ path…

deftly avoided the attempt to shove him aside…

wrapped his arms around Nines’ neck…

and kissed him.

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Part 3/3

[metalheadcowboy]

I want all your Olympic Harringrove thoughts please ESPECIALLY them testing the limits of the sexproof beds! 💋👌 BIG BRAIN idea right there! (Only if you wanna share ofc!)

(and ooh with skateboarding in the Olympics I am getting ideas about scruffy skaterboy Billy and fancy dressage boy Steve...)

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AHHHH OKAY OKAY OKAYA HEHHEHHEE

First I have a lot of just random hcs about accommodations and stuff,,,

- While eating Steve always sits across from Billy and puts his hand up to the plexiglass separating them due to COVID and pretends like they’re in a rom com movie where Billy’s leaving him. He’ll put on a fake frown, think up some dialogue and everything all while Billy rolls his eyes, trying desperately to hide the amused smirk at he chews on his food.

- There’s no partying in the Olympic Village and alcohol has to be contained to athletes rooms, so the night after they bring home the gold they stay up late in their room having their own little two person party with whatever random alcohol they could think to put in their bags before leaving, and what didn’t get confiscated at the airport. (this also happens to be the night they break the bed but I’ll get to that later.)

- Their coach has gotten on to them many times for sliding down their masks for a millisecond to steal a quick kiss so they start making a point to kiss through their masks. One time even pretending to make out through the masks, laughing uncontrollably when they’re pulled away from each other in a fit of confusion and disgust. Sure their masks are now soaked in their own spit but it was kinda worth it.

- They have to get tested daily for COVID and every time they take Billy’s saliva he jokes and says that the governments gonna clone him and make the perfect Olympic team. Then it’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

- As they’re leaving the Tokyo games there are people distributing condoms, which Steve finds hilarious ironic hence the sex-proof beds. And yet they go home and use every single one of them just for the hell of it. Billy posts a picture of the open condom on his Twitter and says “Take that Tokyo“

- Surprisingly Billy and Steve don’t have sex until their medal is won, or penetrative sex I should say. They’ve done just about everything else though 😂

-Steve can’t count the amount of times he’s woken up to Billy grinding against his ass sometimes awake sometimes asleep and he’s just let it be, or even ground back because the guy works damn hard and honestly deserves it.

- When they win Billy and Steve bite different sides of the same gold medal, the press gets a real kick out of that

- During training and practice they get into more tussles than they care to admit. Billy getting frustrated with Steve because his entry on the dives are late. Steve getting pissed off because Billy doesn’t care as much about technique or the finer details. But they never go to sleep mad, sleep in different beds, sure, but Steve always breaks the tension by kneeling next to Billy’s bed as he’s trying to go to sleep, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead and telling him that he loves him.

-Billy also gets pissed with himself a lot when he messes up and has many self destructive tendencies he reverts to when he gets frustrated with himself, so Steve sometimes has to just sit him down and talk him up or work him through some breathing exercises to calm him down.

I was hcing synchronize diver Harringrove but SKATEBOARDING HARRINGROVE???? HOW DID I MISS THAT YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!

Billy with loads of tattoos in streetwear, messy curls a little longer pulled into a bun midway up the back of his head in some beat up sneakers 😭😭

And Steve fucking dressed to impress, like not dressy but wearing expensive brands to the point where Billy thinks he’s a spoiled brat meanwhile Steve is making total heart eyes at this scruffy skater pulling out moves he could only dream of doing ❤️

ALSO SHIT I KNOW YOU WANTED TO HEAR ABOUT THE BED BUT I HABE ANOTHER ASK SO BED FIC TO COME I PROMISE AKSNDNNDJJF