#like this should be a happy time for the fandom. we're soon to get two major releases of triple a games in the series that look GREAT

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Ugh. The Final Fantasy fandom can often be so horrible. I'm glad that even though I'm a huge Final Fantasy fan--it's always been one of my favorite fandoms and is probably my second favorite fandom--I've never really interacted with the fanbase in a lot of cases.

Or, at the very least, I've never gotten into "which game is better" conversations with people. Because that whole thing is stupid and it all comes down to opinion, anyway.

I've also gone on record many times saying that I think people who think there are set rules that Final Fantasy has to follow to be a "true Final Fantasy" are often off base, since Final Fantasy has always been about reinventing the wheel with each new installment.

[swanqueendaughter]

911 BUDDIE THOUGHTS

So after the last episode of 911, I need to speak out:

1. I'm so sick of people who write that using buddie scenes to promote an episode is the norm of media production, not queerbaiting. Of course, Buddie's fandom is the most numerous, it can be seen from any social networks and comments, so this step is quite dirty, but of course effective for promotion.

2. I've been watching this series for the last 7 years since season 1, but I wasn't buddie shipper until season 7. I mean, I caught a certain vibe in seasons 2-3, but only 7.04 made me consider this pairing seriously. The whole episode was literally saturated with Buck's jealousy of Eddie. And no, fans of Buck and Tommy relationship, we're not delulu. Buck literally tells Maddie when they have lunch at the call center that he was jealous and wanted to get EDDIE's attention. However, in the last scene, he really tells Tommy that he wanted to get his attention, which of course does not fit into my brain, but the kiss and the arc of bi-Buck really distract my attention from this mess. I would also like to highlight the scene in the gym where Tommy wasn't even there and the scene where Buck pushes Eddie on the basketball court. Can you imagine that Buck, our sweet kind-hearted Buck, is pushing his best friend for the guy's attention? No way. What I see is an incredibly jealous friend who is seething with indignation that Eddie is trying to replace him in his opinion. And the scene with Tommy, where he assures Buck that no one is going to replace him, especially since Christopher wouldn't allow it? The whole arc comes down to the fact that no matter how selfish it is, Buck wants to occupy all areas of Eddie's life (his free time hanging out as best friends, being part of his family with Christopher and being number 1 for his child).

I mean, this whole arc has only two readings - the first is Buck, who is not aware of his feelings for Eddie, being burdened by his heterosexual role and their friendship, chooses to turn his attention to a more accessible option - Tommy, who has a similar background and interests with Eddie. The second is, of course, buddy's queerboating,  writers/producers might well have no desire to lose some of the conservative audience by making Eddie queer character. So in this matter, maybe Oliver/Buck was just lucky to pull out a successful plot straw (I mean, at least for media PR), while Ryan/Eddie (who originally should have had a love line with Tommy) got an unenviable plot with Marisol. 

3.I can't help but speak out about this absurd Eddie/Marisol arc. I mean, it hardly seems to be successful in any way, not even for buddie's shippers. This is literally Cap saying that love can be met by chance, implying his relationship with Athena. Eddie listens to him and, as if trying to copy this scenario, "falls in love" with the first girl he sees. It's absurd.

4.Eddie definitely has a problem with relationships with girls. There is a clear feeling that he chooses them relative to their qualities, and not the special bond they share. He married Shannon because she got pregnant, and the opinion of religious parents played a role. Over time, Eddie could love the idea of their small family, because Shannon was a good woman, but she was not Eddie's partner, so as soon as the first difficulties arose, Eddie ran away, instead of somehow solving the problem, and then Shannon ran away. Sad.

Eddie and Shannon's attempt to rekindle their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, and I think when Shannon realized the dysfunctionality of their marriage, she asked for a divorce. Thanks Shannon!  

Anna was just another girl who met Eddie's criteria, an ideal potential wife and mother for Christopher, but who did not have an emotional connection with him. And although the screenwriters tried to fool us with a picture of the perfect happy couple, albeit slightly unsettled Eddie, as a result it turned out that he did not develop the slightest feelings for Anna. I mean, he had a panic attack at the thought of Anna as his wife!! What a shame!

5.I understand that some people have been watching the show for so long that they start to forget the plot of the first seasons of the series. However, I advise you to review the flashbacks with Tommy in order to form an opinion about him not as Buck's love interest. but behind the beautiful picture there is a completely faded and indifferent character to the fate of the team members. His evolution after he changed jobs and came out of the closet is pretty ridiculous. Yes, I see a handsome, confident man who has done just one good deed so far. But I still have no idea where this evolution comes from. Does coming out make you a different person? Doubtful. Lou is a wonderful actor, but I don't share Tommies's admiration as a character. He's cool and confident, but there doesn't seem to be anything behind that facade.

6. Buck and Tommy. The sexual energy between the characters, which is useful for creating spectacular passionate kisses and perhaps something more, is undeniable. I like to see Buck exploring his sexuality. But as for the emotional component? An absolute hopeless abyss. The scene with the costumes for the bachelor party was quite revealing. Is it possible to fill it with a decent emotional component? With the good work of the screenwriters, yes. But the truth is that good true canonical engames click right away (Madney, Cap and Athena).

7. Should we expect a Buddie canon? I think season 7 can be considered the last to summarize this issue. Remembering such series as Castle, Bones and the Mentalist, the pairs of main characters did not become canon right away, where by season 4-6. Perhaps the pair of Jane and Lisbon was the longest in this matter, and the most controversial according to the reviews of the audience (meaning that not everyone believed that there would become canon couple). They only got together in the season 6 finale. This is also season 6 for Badie, so I think everything will be resolved this season. Waiting for the canon in season 8, unless a direct indication is given in the finale 7 (awareness of the feelings of at least one of them)!would be absurd. I'm not calling on buddies's entire fandom to quit watching the series (although in the case of outright queerboating of this fandom, it would be fair), but I would urge my sensitive friends to stop deluding themselves at the end of this season.

7. To sum up, I would advise the screenwriters to start writing good love lines for Buck and Eddie, if they are at least as capable of it. Because what's happening on the screen right now is pretty disappointing.

[prettygirl-gabi]

What could go good?

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving & giving), fingerings, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling, 4 some, slight name calling, i think there's more but i haveth no clue what im missing, MDNI!!!

Category:F/M/M/M

Fandom: Obx (outer banks netflix)

Relationships: Rafe x reader x jj x pope

Not proof read... ...

It had been a long day on the island, from work 2 double shifts on the cut and figure 8 but needless to say I was tired. 

Pulling up at the Chateau and ready to fight anyone who dared to ruined my plans to sleep. "Hi boys, where's kie?" The first to stop his tomfoolery was JJ, "Oh she'd handling shit at home, I think it's her mom's birthday or some shit like that." I nod as I head to John B's room to shower, only for him to run in front of me. "No entrada sweetheart. I need the hot water so I can get ready for my date with Sarah." 

"No, JB please oh pretty please I've worked for like 48 hours straight; please just let me take a shower please I need this." He sighed "I know, but if we're gonna get the gold you gotta let me be my best looking for dinner with her family tonight." I punched his arm "You asshole, J can we go to your place or is your pops home?" JJ gave me that sad smile before shaking his head telling me everything I needed to know. 

"Ohhhh sweet loving Beautiful, handsome-" I was cut off by Pope. "C'mon plus my mom hasn't seen you, and as she stated if she doesn't lay eyes on you soon she's sending out a man hunt." I squeal in happiness, "Yesss we'll be back you asshats." I quickly snatch my keys and give them to Pope.

After a well needed shower some of Momma Havyward's cooking and Pope's clean clothes we headed back to the Chateau for my well deserved sleep. "Oh pops asked me to drop some stuff off at the Cameron's." Laying in the passenger seat I just nodded my head and close my eyes. 

I had woke up to the sound ot tapping on my window. With annoyance on my face I rolled it down. "What can I do for you in this fine day Rafe?" He smirks at me "Well well well few of my friends besides Topper are throwing a party, and we'll here's a special invite for you to come." I look for a sign that he is telling a lie. "Oh Rafey you know the only way I'd come is if yhe crew can too, but that's not all you are here for is it."

 "No, no it's not Y/n, I wanna take you out a day before the party on Friday night, just one date." Smirking at him I rolled my window up, but only for him to keep tapping. "Please I'll promise to act like a good boy the whole time." He begged at me with hopefull eyes. "Fine one date Rafe, anything goes wrong I'm leaving." He rubbed my cheek "Don't worry I'll treat you like the most perfect princess ever."

Before he could try anything else, Pope came back and was ready to go. "Yo everything good here?" He asked as he got back in the car. "Yeah everything goods here we can go home." I say as I roll my window up. "Are you gonna tell me what that was because it looked like some weird shit was going down." I shook my head nothing, its fine lets go home cause I'm tired."

As the week progressed I got more and more worried about this date, but it was to late to back out. The girls were helping me get ready for this date. "I swear Y/n if he tries any thing I will kill him with my bare hands." Sarah said with a serious look on her face. "Oki I believe you." We, mainly the boys thought I should get ready at the Chateau so they can help me with my outfits. Hell JJ was on his knees begging fore me to cancel my date with Rafe, so was Pope; however tonight they are more quite then two common house rats. 

Every single dress, shirt, skirt, hell even shoes were not up to their standards. It was now an hour before and I have not one decent outfit, cause of those two. "Fuck it JJ, Pope outside now!" I stormed out with them both hot on my tail. "Y/n slow, fuck slow down." "How does she have the shortest legs out of all of us and walk so fuckin fast." Pope says as they are trying to keep up with me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO, YOU BOTH KEEP FUCKING UP ME GETTING READY!" I yelled as I stopped and turn to them. "Its just that we don't think you should go out with him Y/n, like seriously, he's a kook and a Cameron not to mention!" JJ exclaimed while Pope was trying to catch his breath. "Oh really, so Rafe is bad news but Sarah whos also a kook and a Cameron isn't bad news for the crew. Fuck this I'm going home and getting ready there you hypocrites!" I say as I stormed off to my house and finish getting ready by myself.

Rafe came and got me at 8 sharp and treated me like the most perfect princess ever. "So, do you want dessert or do you wanna go to part two of your date?" He asked as I finished my second glass of Stella wine. "Is it possible to get dessert to go?" I ask with a soft smile on my face. "Sure thing pretty girl. Get whatever your little heart wants.

Once we got to the open field with a cute almost drive in movie set up. "I, how did you know." He got out and opened the door for me. "I may or may not have asked Sarah for help." I reached on my tippie toes and kissed his cheek thanks for this really.

Rafe pulled my body close to his and kissed me deeply before making his way to my lower neck. I moan lightly and manage to get out "Rafe I." He rubs his thumbs over my hip bones. "Is that...this something that you want, we don't have to do anything but watch the movie I promised to be a good boy and treat you like the most perfect princess." I rest my head on his chest pondering in thought. "Rafe I've never had sex before." I say shyly

I feel his hands slide up and down my arms "I can change that if you let me." I look at him with gentle eyes and nod my head. "To be fair I didn't plan for us to have any sexual activities so I'm just gonna treat you and worry about me another time." He says as he leads me to the cute tent he had setup for us to watch the movie in. He begins to leave love bites on my neck "your mine for tonight" I whimper,as he lays me bll down and unzips my skirt. "I've been wanting a taste of you ever since you walked out your front door" Rafe slides the skirt down along with my underwear. I jumped slightly at the cold air hitting my freshly shaved, now wet and needy pussy. He pushes a finger inside and I moan "Can I add another one?" He asked with pleading eyes I nod my head "Y-y-yes give me more." Rafe hoverd over me but looks down as he pushes another one inside. Once he had set a good steady pace I moan out and squealed as the pleasure was buliding up "fuck don't stop, harder please Rafey" he removes his fingers, licking them clean and I whimper at the loss of contact.

I was about to protest but he connects his mouth with my pussy "fuck" he giggles and it sends vibrations through my entire body."You like that baby?" I nod my head and push his head down further "uhhhh I'm almost there, oh Rafey." My legs begin to shake and I cry out but he continues, letting me ride out my orgasm. 

Once I come down from my high he starts the princess and the frog while tending to my needs. "I hope that was everything you wanted." He says before laying next to me til we both fell asleep. The next morning he took to my house to get ready for work and waited on me as well.

"So how was your date?" Kie asked as we bussted tables til the boys came in. "It was like so perfect, Kie." JJ grabbed a fry from my plate and aimed for it to go in my shirt "So future kook princess are you going to the party?" "Yes, JJ I am and so is everyone else." I say as squirt ketchup om his nose. "And never call me that again." He wiped his nose on my cheek. "Sure thing lil lady." 

We burst out laughing before I gave him the rest of my food. "Soooo Y/n looks like we'll be in-laws." John B steals a fry off the plate I once had. "We've not discussed if we were officially official yet." "Yeah, probably in a new girl already." Pope says out of poket "Whoah bro what the actual fuck" Jj and Kie smack him at the same time. "I'm sorry but he's a kook and I stand on and behind not liking him."

Over the next few months Rafe would come hang out with the pouges and I at the beach and even a few parties at the Chateau. Just like tonight there was a party at the Chateau it had been like maybe 2 hours into the party when some grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into a deep kiss. I turn around to see who it is but they kiss me before I can say anything else. I moan into the kiss only to be yanked into the familiar arms of my boyfriend Rafe. "Bro what the hell, dude shes with me!" Rafe yelled at the person who kissed me. "Well obviously she liked it." I gasp once I heard those words come out of Pope's mouth. Pulling myself from Rafe's arm leaving to gind JJ and everyone else just incase a fight broke out between Rafe and Pope. 

I found JJ first "J, we hey J I need to to help-" before I could say me we could hear people yelling about a fight. JJ and I took off to see Kie, Topper and a random trying to break them apart. "She's mine you pouge get that through your head!" Rafe yelled throwing a punch to Pope's nose. I pushed my way through the crowd with JJ's tight in mine. "Guys plese stop this" I begged and pleaded as i went to break them up only to get hit on the cheek by Rafes elbows. 

"Alright party's over everyone out right now!" JJ yelled coice laced with venom. Within 10 mins everyone was cleared out. Kie went to find JB and Sarah, leaving me with JJ, powp and Rafe. "Alright wanna tell me what the fuck was that Pope." Jj asked getting me some fozen peas fir ny face. "You idiots could have seriously gitten hurt and if im the one tmdoing the parenti g we've hut rock bottom. "Look j, pope kiss Y/n, my girl I felt that evey lick he got from me was well deserved." Rafe sighed before holding his head down. "Look I'm- I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Pope said before storming out.

Well that was weeks ago I've done my best to avoid everyone including Rafe. "Aye, Y/n we gotta talk." Kie says as she pulls me in The Wreck right before my shift stared. "What Kie, I just wanna do my shift and go home." Ju

"Just, just listen to me. We miss you jj and JB have been giving Pope hell, please just comeback." She begged. "Kie things are weird its nit like how when jb kissed you." I say as I start start working my shift.  

"Table for 3 please." I hear out of Pope's mouth to see JJ and Rafe right behind him. "Get Kie to set you 3." "Yo Kie Y/n is ending her shift lil early and I'll you 500 on the spot." Rafe stated handing her 500 dollars on table and lead me his range rover with the other 2 following close behind. "What, whats happening?" I stop and turn to the three boys staring me down. "We are gonna talk and discuss some things sweetheart, that's all." JJ says in a soft tone, "Now get in princess, please." I get in the car first with the 3 boys right behind me. Rafe put his hand on my thigh. "Everything's good I promise." Rafe state as he pull into his drive way. 

"We just, God fuck ok so... all 3 of us like you in a romantic way." JJ says grabbing at his har as we sit of the front porch. "Yea and we couldn't have a conversation without you, that is until Pope here suggested we share you romantically that is." "Wait please explain." I say look between all 3 boys. "Pope sits up ready to explain. "We fuck, we love you and we put up with each other and we all love you like the beautiful queen you are." I stil there in shock. "So what, what do you think?" Rafe asked with an eager look on his face. "No, no fighting over me, we communicate and I say when things get to much for me, yea." I say nodding my head.

After our I long talk we ended up in One of the guest rooms. The one thing we cabt decided on is who gets to taste this sweet pussy of yours first." Rafe said with an evil smirk on his face. I roll my eyes "bullshit and you kno who's first." Rafe stops smirking and turns to me with his hand around my neck pullingbmy close to his face. "Eatch your mouth princess" I glare at him "I can say whatever I fucking want to say because you're not my dad soooo."

He turns to JJ "You wanna handle this?" JJ walks and stands in from onto me "That's no problem." He stalks up to me even more "Watch your mouth, lil lady. " I roll my eyes "make me!" he chuckles "I have many ways to make you but I'll say it for the last time watch your fucking mouth." I cross my arms with a smirk on my face. "And I said make me." he smirks "Oh I will don't worry." He grips my waist "I'll fuck those manners out of you if I have to" I laugh "yeah rig-" he cuts me off by kissing me intensely. 

I moan "mmm" he pushes my skirt up and connects his mouth with my thighs before he uses two of his fingers amd slowly slide them in my pussy "Oh my goddd." He chuckles and it sends vibrations to my pussy "Yesss" I push his head down and I squeal "fuck J" he smacks my thigh "Watch your mouth." He pushes his two fingers inside of me fast and I cry out "I'm gonna cum" he immediately backs away and before I can protest Pope walks up with a weird looking vibrator."This is a magic wand and it's works wonders but for you it's gonna make you cum over and over again until you can't take it anymore, until you learn your manners."

 I begin to back in to the top of the bed but I feel arms wrap around me and I see strands of blonde hair "I thought we went over the rules already, hmm?" I roll my eyes and I feel a stinging sensation on my ass "Don’t try me babygirl, I'll do way worse then that vibrator." I get lifted to end up skin tio skim with Rafe as he holds me in his lap with my legs spread wide. "Go ahead Pope, she's not going anywhere" Pope chuckles "Should I turn it all the way" JJ looks down at me "Should he put it on it's highest setting, lil lady?" I open my mouth to answer but it's replaced with a moan "holy shit" Rafe yanks on my hair "Watch that mouth of yours princess." The vibrations become more intense within every minute or so, I squeeze my eyes shut and orgasm. "You can cut it off I'll take it from here" JJ and pope leave the bed room and Rafe smiles at me "You look really beautiful princess, by the time we're done with you your gonna be a fucking mess...a moaning non speaking mess." He climbs on top of me "Are you ready for me to do this?" I nod my head "Yes Rafey" he chuckles "Okay." 

He thrusts into me leaving me no time to adjust to his size "Yess babe right there" he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. I wrap my legs around him "Please go harder" he slows down "Bad girls don't get rewarded" I pout and he leans down to kiss me then he bites my bottom lip. pHe begins to rub my clit and the pleasure becomes intense "you gonna follow your rules princess" I nod my head "yes" he smacks my inner thigh "Yes what, princess? " I moan "yes daddy." He begins to thrust into me at speeds unknown "you gonna be my good little girl hmm?" I nod my head "Yesss yesss I promise." He moans "Fuck your so tight." I run my nails down his back leaving marks "I'm gonna" I make noises that I didn't know I could even make then I blank out.

I thought we were done until JJ and Pope came back fully naked and noticeable hard."Look at her," Pope laughed mockingly from where he was standing. "Pope I got her pussy, you take her mouth." Pope walked closer to me with my mouth wide open, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, both of his hands in my hair. "She loves taking our dicks so much, J. Insatiable little thing."

 I heard Rafe give a small chuckle of his own from behind me, still holding me like a rag doll. JJ thrusts his hips faster while Rafe took the vibrator and put it on my clit with the highest setting. At some point Rafe ended up being in me as well with his own cock thrust in and out of my pussy at a faster speed. Causing me to jerk forwards and gag a little on Pope's dick, making all 3 men laugh. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, I'm enjoying myself. "She's so fucking wet, boys" Rafe cooed, smoothing his fingers across my nipples, causing JJ grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a mess. Drenching me and the bed."

 "Stupid slut," Pope spat, taking his cock out of my mouth and running it across my swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across my faces, smearing my own spit around my delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her three boyfriends." "Mhm, please," I manage to mutter. 

 "What do you want, our sweet girl ?" Pope hissed as jerked himself to the way JJ and Rafe were fucking into me "Want your cock, Pope." I whimper out andfeel their non stop thrust speed up more. "Good girl, baby" Rafe murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Y/n."

 I accepted Pope's cock back into my mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on my tongue whilst Rafe kept rammed into me from behind. I felt JJ cave a little over me to press kisses at my neck, causing me to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

 Rafe took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled JJ into a kiss over my head. Some how JJ managed to slam into me harder now, the wet sounds filling the house and making me blush. Their large cocks were hitting spaces that I didn't even realise existed and I whined around Pope's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off. "Pretty little slut," Rafe growled and then his fingers drifted to my clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny." 

JJ stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of me. "Look at her tits bounce," Pope mentioned, "So fucking hot." "Mm," Rafe murmured, "I have a good view of them from back here. So nice and round." "Could use her all day," JJ agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing." 

"Once we've came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good." Rafe said, and I whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if I weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your thigh. 

 "Hmm, maybe I should." Pope hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Y/n." I whimper as the three of them came in my used holes. I was woren out but some how still wanted and craved for more. "Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." Pope say as he slowly slides his dick into my used cunt with me now on all fours.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." I whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take Pope's dick like you took mine, and Rafe's." JJ says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth. He hears my whimper. smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” Pope groaned as he continue to move in and out of my still full cunt, rolling his hips against mines and working his cock in me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed, and Pope somehow gathered my wrists in one hand, pinning them behind my back. Pope's fingers with his other tightened on my hips, and I watched J's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as I sucked his dick like it was my last.

“You look so good making her come,” Rafe managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,” I started feeling that familiar tightness in my cunt as I clench around Popes's dick. “I’m not going to last,” Pope choked out, Wooyoung gripping your head and taking his dick out of your mouth only to thrust it back in faster while, Rafe spoke up. “Let me help,” he reached under me to rub firm and frantic circles against my clit, causing me too arch suddenly in response, with my body trembling.

Pope clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Rafe's fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, I struggled against the three of them as they held me down to ride out my orgasm. Only for JJ to come all over your tits. "Are you okay baby?" I nod my head "Yes I feel fine, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." As soon as my feet touch the ground I fall but I catch myself on the bed. I look at the three of them "your a fucking incubus or something, I can't even walk" Pope chuckles "I'll carry you." 

They all made their way into the bathroom to help me get cleaned up and taking care of my needs before theirs. "I... I really had fun boys. Thanks." I relax in the bath more, "You did wonderful lil lady, plus you're our girl we gotta make sure you're taken care of." JJ says causing Pope and Rafe to nod I'm agreement.

From that point on the 4 of us we inseparable and the whole island knew it too. No matter where I went one or all of the boys were with me when JB, Sahara or Kie couldn't be.

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-Prettygirl-gabi

@ihe4rttwd @princessbun-ee @rubiehart ....... and many moree....

[inhuman-obey-me]

Hello I just wanted to say that you guys' blog is literally my favorite Obey Me blog out there. The content you put out scratches my brain just right. It makes me so so happy to see a darker take on these characters without ruining what makes them appealing in the first place / straight up making them just be... Well, bad in an unsavory way LMAO

Plus as someone who's obsessed with the worldbuilding and lore, and with demonology as well- its quite rare to see those aspects be discussed more in depth in this fandom so scrolling through this blog is so refreshing. I find myself coming back so often even if it is to look at something I've already read countless times before.

That's it! Just wanted to give you guys some well-earned compliments. Keep up the great work and I hope both of you have a great day!!

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Honestly it makes us so happy that people do really enjoy our demonology-influenced takes on the game, and we've actually been pleasantly surprised by how much the devs have done their research on things. Extrapolating things from the game for fun worldbuilding and lore is also so fun for us so we're happy others enjoy our takes!!

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[pretty-restless-insomniac]

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

[searchingforgravity]

Deck the Halls - Day 5 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You and Elvis have been married for about a year now and it's your first Christmas as a married couple. Just days before, you find out that you're also pregnant. While decorating Graceland for the holidays, you decide that now is as good a time as any to let him in on the news.

TW: Smut, sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, fluff

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2249

A/N: Halfway there guys! I'm so excited to see how many people are enjoying the 10 days. I hope you like this one, happy reading! (Can I just say how adorable Elvis looks in this picture).

"You think we need lights along the railin' there?" Elvis asks, his arms snaking around you as he pulls you flush against him. You can't help but relax back into him as a sigh leaves your lips. He notices your reaction as he brings his lips to your neck, kissing softly. "E, don't distract me, we have a lot to do," you whimper, already getting aroused. "Not even doin' anything, mama. Not my fault you get wet so easy," he whispers dangerously. "Not even touchin' you. I can if you want me to," he breathes as his hands inch towards your waist.

You are jolted to reality when he calls you by that pet name. Mama. You found out last week that you are pregnant and you haven't found the right time to tell Elvis yet. With Christmas coming up so soon, you figure that you'll tell him today while putting up the decorations. Though, now that the day is here, you are more nervous than ever.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you go to push Elvis away but his grip tightens on you as he leans down to kiss your neck again. "Elvis, that's enough I'm serious," you groan trying to wiggle away from him. "Please, baby. I'll be quick, I promise," he groans, suddenly needy as he presses his now semi hard-on against you, making you sigh at the feeling. You hate denying him, but you have other things on your mind right now. "Sweety, we can later. Can we please just get this done first?" you whine as you try resisting his burning touch. He sighs deeply as he reluctantly lets you go. "Fine," he huffs, "But I want some lovin' later," he complains as he gives you puppy dog eyes in a last attempt as you turn around to face him. "I promise I'll give you some after we're done," you breathe as you pull him in for a kiss.

After he adds some lights to the railing, you both go in the living room to start decorating in there. He starts adding to the tree as you turn your attention to the fireplace. You start putting up the stockings as well as some tinsel and a thought runs through you. Next year, you'll have three of these. You smile at the thought, but suddenly become nervous. Now is the time to tell him, you think. You look over to where he's standing and he's completely engrossed in his decorating, humming along to the Christmas music playing on the record player. You hold one of the stockings in your hand, rubbing the fabric between your fingers as a knot forms in your stomach. "H-hey honey," you call over, looking back at the fireplace, too nervous to look at him. "Yeah baby," he calls back, still sounding preoccupied with his decorating. "Do you think we should get new stockings?" you question and this grabs his attention as he looks over to you. "What do you mean? We just got those stockings last year," he replies as he turns his attention to the stocking in your hand. "I know but...I want them to match the new one." You glance over to him and he has a questioning look on his face as he tries understanding what you're telling him. "What do you mean 'the new one'? Those are the only two we got." Your cheeks flush, this is harder to say than you thought it would be. "I-I know, but we'll need a new one for next year. It'll be smaller than these but I want them to match..." You drop your gaze from his, embarrassed. "Honey, would ya' look at me?" he asks and you look back up to him. There's confusion in his face. "What are you goin' on about? We'll need a small stocking for next year? Why would we need a-" he suddenly stops himself short as he puts two and two together.

He looks at you, then at the stockings, disbelief painting his features. "You're not...?" he starts as he chances a glance down to your stomach and back up to your face. You nod so softly that you aren't even sure if he could see it, your hands shaking slightly. He just stands in shock for a moment before bringing his hands over his mouth, a smile playing on his face. "No, baby, really?" he gasps, and you smile in return. "Y-yeah," you whisper and he runs over to you in an instant, scooping you in his arms making you yelp in surprise. He spins you around and you squeal and giggle, beside yourself. "Elvis! put me down, damn it," you laugh at his excitement. "Baby, are you really?" he gasps from the exertion of his excitement, pulling back to look at you. You nod as you grab his face, smiling back at him. "I'm pregnant," you whisper, confirming. He spins you around again as he pulls you to him.

"You're gonna be such a good mama," he whispers, his lips coming to your neck. You smile and sigh at his action as you pull him closer. "You're gonna be such a good daddy," you whisper back and you feel him smile against your neck. "I like hearin' that outta your mouth," he mumbles and he gently sucks the spot be previously kissed, the excitement from the news quickly turning heated. "I'm so happy, baby," he whispers, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "Me too," you gasp as he gently squeezes your hip bones, your legs reflexively tightening around his mid section. "Such a good mama," he mutters as his hands run up and down your waist.

He brings his lips to yours and pulls you in for a heated kiss, his tongue wasting no time exploring your mouth. Suddenly you feel his boner poking against your thigh, causing you to whine as you grind against it. He gently bites you bottom lip in response, causing a wave of arousal to course through you. "Oh daddy," you moan, seeing how the words feel in your mouth. He groans loudly at hearing those words as he walks over to the couch, sitting you down on it. "Keep sayin' that and I'll put another baby in ya'," he mumbles as he quickly moves to remove your pants. You help him, just as needy, as you discard them on the floor, pulling your shirt and bra off next.

He slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, inching himself in between your legs. He brings his hands to your hips and trails them up your waist, resting them on your stomach. He pauses for a second as a soft smile plays on his lips. Seeing him so happy like this makes your heart melt. You run your fingers through his hair and he brings his lips to your stomach, kissing softly all around it. You allow yourself the relax back into the sofa and he spreads your legs further, pulling you closer to the edge of the cushion as he trails his lips down to your hips. He kisses along the inside of your thigh before coming to your panties, kissing the fabric just by your clit. You sigh as he nuzzles his nose up against your nub, your hands tightening on his hair. "Always taste so fuckin' good," he groans after licking the wet spot that's formed on your panties. "Always so wet for me," he continues as he hooks his fingers in the sides of the fabric, pulling it down slowly. Ever so gently, he ghosts the tip of his tongue to your clit as he gently circles it, teasing you.

You groan out in frustration, needing more. "E, don't tease me," you whine as you wriggle your hips, desperate now. "Beg for it," he groans suddenly. Your eyes snap to him at his sudden dominance and he gazes up at you with an intensity you only see when he is completely blown with lust. It makes you catch your breath. "Did I stutter, sweet heart? Beg for me to eat your pussy if ya' want it so bad," he breathes, his eyes unwavering on yours.

"P-please, honey. I need you so bad," you whine. He gaze remains firm on you. "Do it better," he groans and you huff in frustration. Then, suddenly an idea comes to you. "Please daddy, please eat my pussy. Need it so bad. So wet for you," you whimper and this does the trick. He groans loudly as he dips his head to engulf you. You gasp as his tongue trails the length of your cunt, slightly dipping into your hole along the way. "Oh baby," you moan as you thread your fingers through his hair, pushing him down on you. He moans in response, bringing his tongue to your clit, now circling it fully as he alternates between sucking and licking. Your head falls back at the feeling as a whine escapes your lips. He brings his right hand up to your breast, tweaking your nipple softly, causing you to buck you hips up to him.

You gasp out when you feel his tongue enter you, thrusting in and out at a agonizingly slow pace. "Fuck, E," you gasp absentmindedly fucking his face as you buck up into him. He groans as he brings his hand down to palm himself through his pants, in need of some sort of relief. At noticing this, you pull him up towards you, seeing his face glistening with your juices. This makes your cheeks flush as you bring your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. This makes you groan as he hoists you up on the couch, laying you down on your back. You reach your hand down between his legs as you palm him, feeling him hard as a rock in your palm.

"Shit, mama," he groans as he bucks into you hands. You rush to undo his belt, throwing it on the floor as you quickly unzip his pants, pulling them down. He helps you the rest of the way as he kicks them off along with his boxers. You grasp at his now fully erect dick and he gasps in a shaky breath as you stroke him slowly, your thumb trailing over his tip. "Feels so good, baby," he grunts as he bucks into you eagerly. This makes you clench around nothing as you guide his tip to your hole, now soaking for him. You glide his tip along your heat and a shaky breath leaves your lips at the feeling. He takes control as he positions himself at your entrance, softly pushing himself inside you.

You both gasp at the contact, his teeth clenching tightly as he brings his mouth back to your breasts, nipping and sucking harshly. Your toes curl as he slowly thrusts into you, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in at the same slow pace. You whine as the pace, needing more. "D-Daddy, please, faster. I can't take it," you groan, enjoying this newfound kink of his. "Goddamn, lil' mama, love hearin' that come outta your mouth," he groans as he speeds up has pace. Finding a steady pace, he gingerly fucks into you, hitting all the right spots he always does.

You become a mewling mess underneath him as brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing it at a fast pace. Deciding you want to take care of him, you flip over so now you're on top. He lets you take control as he licks his lips in anticipation, drinking in your form. When you start riding him, you bounce on him in a relentless pace, circling your hips around his cock when he is fully inside you. He throws his head back against the cushions as his grips tightens on your waist, profanities falling for his mouth. He looks back up at you, his eyes completely blown with lust as he rakes his eyes over you. "Such a good girl. Always take me so fuckin' well," he grunts, his hands coming to your breasts, gently squeezing them. "Mh, feels so good, daddy," you whine, closing your eyes as your head falls back. "Shit baby," he moans, thrusting up into you. "Such a good little slut for daddy. Always so good, goddamn" he grunts as his grip tightens on your waist.

Your thrusts start getting sloppy from the pleasure and Elvis starts meeting your thrusts harder. "C'mon baby, you got this. You're almost there," he breathes bringing his thumb back to your clit. This makes you whimper out as you claw as his chest for support. "Doin' so fuckin' well for me. Takin' me so good," he encourages, his thrusts more urgent, and you can tell he's close too. He hears the telltale repeated whines leaving your lips, and he knows you're close. "C'mon mama, cum for me. Ya' look so damn good fallin' apart 'round me," he moans. He clenches his eyes shut, trying to hold off his orgasm until you get there. His words throw you over the edge as a string of profanities leave your lips. He groans deeply, shoving his face into your chest as he spills inside you, clinging you close to him.

"Can't believe you're gonna make me a daddy," he mumbles in your ear after pulling you down on him, his hand threading through yours. You smile as you lean into him, just as excited.

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[thedeb]

Hello there dear undertale au fandom despite the fact I'm taking a break from the fandom in hopes to be able to quit my fnafic will still continue.

If you have never seen my account or come across the fic I will include the first chapter here and the link to the fic on ao3 <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57182554 via @ao3org

Keep in mind this is my first ever fanfic so it won't be perfect but I will fix it as time goes by!

Third-person POV:

Let's start with a bit of a backstory y/n a normal person in their early adulthood life who has been living in one hell of a calm neighbourhood.

They inherited the house they currently live in from their grandparents, shocking how they gave the house to them and no one else well maybe they wanted the house intact for a few more years since y/n was not sure if it was in any other relatives' hands it would still even count as a house but y/n wasn't concerned about the reasoning they have been living there for some years now.

Their living area was far away from any distant or immediate family and they loved it to stay that way, they had already spent half of their life so far with them, their not going to live with them by constant meetings and contact since it would beat the whole purpose of moving out, buuutttt there was a bit of a problem with this house now you see there's this window that stares right into y/ns next door neighbours back yard very odd and uncomfortable but they didn't care after all that house has been on sale for ages at this point they should just count it as abandoned

And they were happy that no uncomfortable interactions were going to happen anytime soon

Right?

Well

It was as they thought until one day y/n was just laying down on their bed scrolling through social media, when they put their phone down and came back to reality they realised they missed a lot of noises coming from outside, noises that sounded specifically like heavy car or machines

They quickly got up and left their cave (room) to peek out from one of the house's many windows to see where these noises are coming from and why the hell would there be any type of heavy cars or machines near their house

As they peeked outside they were met with a massive heavy car in front of the house next to theirs

They paused why wouldn't they be informed about this wait no why would they even need to be informed on it, they thought:

"cool finally about time to give that dusty house the good old wrecking ball"

But, little did they know that their assumptions were more than wrong, as they kept on being nosy and peeking they spotted two skeletons in front of the house as people seemed to be loading the house with furniture y/n the thought:

"Wait is someone seriously moving into that old house? Or are people just getting all the stuff out to destroy? What are those two skeletons some Halloween decorations? No, I swear I saw them move maybe they're animatronics?"

Y/n just stood there staring and being a nosy neighbour and cooking up all types of possibilities&nbsp; in their head until they saw the skeletons walk, it took a long and confusing while for the realization to hit them like a train

"OH MONSTERS"

They screamed at themselves in their head.

The realization only occurred when y/n remembered that monsters have been living on the surface for a while now and a while we're talking about only 2 years, yes y/n did have to admit to themselves that 2 years is still a lot and bashed themselves for forgetting

But still, it was super weird seeing skeletons walk around, with no skin, you know...

Y/n then realised how creepy it was how their staring at these two monsters like a desperate ex trying to get someone back by stalking them, they icked at the idea then they decided to walk away from the window talking to themself:

"Well this will take some time to get used to.."&nbsp;

Well even though the monsters have been here for two years it still hasn't changed the fact that y/n has never met one close up or interacted with some to even live next to them, but they wonder .

"Why a neighbourhood that has old people in them...I mean by now monsters should know the most brutal racists and disrespectful people are these old people who think they're entitled to everything all because they soggy old meats of emoness"

Then they snap themselves out of it.

Present time

Y/n still hasn't interacted with the new unexpected neighbours all they do is go out for work and they do it quickly they waste no time to avoid any type of chance that will make them interact with the monsters, well the only reason y/n was avoiding them was because they where nervous they didn't trust themself to interact with these two they guess brothers would go well y/n was sure they will say some out of pocket things out of awkwardness and unfamiliarity..

But they ran into a problem, a BIG problem "Did I seriously forget?" They thought staring through the window that stares into the old house's backyard "Oh my God..." they say because that damn window is on top of the sink, the same sink that they use to wash their dishes and cook and this window wasn't tiny noooo their grandparents just needed to make it as long as possible "dear grandparents... I DON'T CARE WHAT TYPE OF FREAKY RELATIONSHIP YOU GUYS HAD WITH THE OLD NEIGHBOUR BUT THIS MASSIVE WINDOW IS WAY TOO MUCH" they fumed staring at the sink from far away as it was packed with dirty icky dishes .

Maybe it's time to become delusional like toxic religious people.

And this wasn't to be quick no... because y/n didn't have a dishwasher, they were too broke for all that money, so they just stood there like a lunatic staring at the sink like it murdered all their family members.

Yeaahhhhh...yippeeee this plan of avoiding their new neighbours is going to fail horribly .

How perfect

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 25/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Twenty-Five: Natural Thyme

After two weeks at home, Jason and his friends finally returned to school, and Jim took his opportunity to redecorate Jason's room. Jason spent the week at one of his theater friend's houses. After three days of working in the room, Jim sat on the floor looking at pictures in his wallet. "You miss him, don't you?" Barbara asked.

"He'll be home on Friday night," Jim replied.

"But you miss him?" Barbara asked. Jim lay back on the floor.

"Of course, I miss him. He wasn't exactly happy when I suggested he spend the week with his friends," Jim replied, "I'm almost done with the room. Maybe if I finish early, I can pick him up on Thursday."

"If you want... He texted me and asked me if it was okay for him to stay over at the Polishuk's place," Barbara replied.

"Tell him it's alright, and tell him to call me—."

"He's mad at you," Barbara interrupted as she sent a text to Jason.

"I know he's mad at me. Tell him to call me, so I can tell him I can't wait to see him on Friday," Jim sat up, "Should I just tell him what I'm doing?"

"And ruin the surprise? Nope... Just tell him that you're almost caught up with work and that you miss him," Barbara replied, "Hold on, he said he's busy..." Barbara texted Jason back. "Wait for it."

Jim's phone rang. "What did you say to him?" Jim asked.

"Don't worry about it. Just answer the phone," Barbara smiled as she left Jim alone.

"Hello?" Jim answered.

"Hi," Jason mumbled.

"Jason, hey. I just wanted to check in with you. I um—. I miss you," Jim stumbled over his words for a moment.

"Do you want me to come home soon?" Jason asked.

"I actually called to talk to you about that. I'm almost caught up at work, so I should be able to pick you up after school on Friday... Unless I pick you up Friday morning, and we could make a day of it," Jim suggested.

"What's the real reason you wanted me out of the house? You're not at work," Jason's voice lowered to a whisper.

"Uh... Barbara wanted to start wrapping Christmas gifts," Jim half-lied.

"Oh, okay. Um, are you sure you're okay with me staying at Reese's?" Jason asked.

"I'm okay with it. Jason, you know I trust you... Unless you want me to say no," Jim replied. He waited for a reply from Jason, and he sat up straight. "Jason?"

"It's not that, I just-. Pop, I just want to make sure you know we're gonna go on a date before going to his house. We're gonna get pizza and look at the stars in his backyard before—."

"What time are you gonna be in?" Jim asked.

"Just before ten," Jason replied.

"Okay, yeah, that's fine," Jim relaxed his shoulders, "Can I ask if you kids have put a—? If you're going steady?"

Jason let out a laugh. "Going steady?" Jason asked.

"Exclusive?" Jim clarified.

"Oh, well, I don't like anyone else, and he doesn't either, but we haven't really talked about-. We haven't said anything about the boyfriend stuff," Jason whispered.

Jim nodded to himself as he made a soft noise. "Jason, I hope you have a nice second date," Jim replied. Jason took a deep breath.

Jason lingered for a while on the phone, and Jim chewed his lip. "Friday?" Jason asked.

"I promise I'll pick you up on Friday," Jim promised, "Go have fun, Jason. I love you."

"Love you too," Jason whispered. Barbara brought Jim some leftovers and sat on the floor with him.

"I like the color you picked," Barbara complimented.

"I hope he likes it. We talked about colors last year, and I think this is what he described to me," Jim replied as he looked around, "I'm not much of a decorator, but this is just kind of his vision. The wooden shelves, the dark green—. I hope he likes it."

Barbara looked around and smiled, "I like it... I'm sure he'll like it too. What do you have to do now?"

"Put together the bed, hang up some pictures, and move the desk back in once the paint dries," Jim answered.

"I'll help you put together the bunk bed," Barbara replied. Jim raised an eyebrow. "It's better than hearing you complain about how the instructions make no sense." Jim chuckled.

[captainsophiestark]

Consequences Be Damned

Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 15 Prompt: "Fine, explain it to me."

Summary: Angie doesn't know about her girlfriend's job with the SSR, but she's about to find out.

Word Count: 1,763

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: In my happy world of fic, homophobia doesn't exist and isn't a factor in the 1940s.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Jack, this might have been the best idea you've ever had."

Jack Thompson, the Chief of the SSR and one of my best friends, scoffed as we pushed through the doors of the Automat and headed for a table. I gave him a shit-eating grin as we took seats at our usual booth.

For the past two weeks, we'd been taking multi-hour trips to the Automat from the office, both for food and a change of scenery to do a bunch of work that needed to get done for the SSR. Jack had first suggested it when we'd both been going crazy working hours and hours on end at the office, with some of my least favorite coworkers no less, and we'd quickly made it a regular habit.

Once we'd set up at our table, I glanced towards the counter. To my delight, I saw my girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, on shift.

When Jack had first suggested this place, I'd been excited about seeing my girlfriend while I was at work, even though she couldn't know the details of my job. I'd been unlucky every day so far in missing her, but today the bad luck streak had finally run out.

"I'll be right back," I said to Jack, scooting down the booth to stand. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I explained. "I'm going to go put in our order."

Jack glanced towards the counter and grinned as soon as he saw Angie.

"You mean you're gonna go say hi to your girlfriend?"

"Oh absolutely."

"You know, we're supposed to be at work right now, Y/L/N," he called after me, a teasing smile on his face. I just waved him off.

When I'd started at the SSR, Jack and I had been anything but friends. But then Peggy and Daniel had spent all day every day pining after each other, and Jack and I had called a temporary truce to set them up. In the process, we'd actually become really good friends, and had stayed that way after successfully setting up Peggy and Daniel. We still gave each other shit all the time, but now it was in a friendly way.

I beamed as I walked up to the counter, leaning against it and waiting for Angie to turn around and notice me. A moment later, she did, but she didn't smile like I'd been expecting her to.

"You trying to put in an order?" There was no warmth in her voice.

"Uh... I guess, but I actually came over here to say hi to you!"

"Hi. Now what'll it be?"

I frowned, waiting for Angie to tell me she was messing with me or explain that a customer had really pissed her off or something. It never came.

"Angie, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning forward across the counter and lowering my voice a bit. "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, alright? Forget it."

With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, out of reach of any customers. At least, out of reach for any customers who had any regard for the rules.

I walked right around the counter and followed Angie into the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder exactly once to see Jack staring at me with a look that clearly said, What the hell? I just waved him off, my undivided attention returning to my girlfriend who stood on the other side of the room.

I crossed the room quickly, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Angie's shoulder once I reached her. She whipped around, shaking off my hand and glaring.

"Angie, please talk to me," I said, keeping my voice low enough that hopefully no one else in the kitchen could hear us. "Why are you so upset?"

"Why? Gee, I guess I should be sorry for being so upset that you walked in here with your boyfriend."

My whole brain stalled for what felt like a full minute. Angie had already started moving away from me again, and I called after her.

"My what?"

"You know, that blond handsome guy you've been coming here on lunch dates with for the past two weeks?" She turned back to me, on a roll now that I couldn't have interrupted even if my brain had been functioning. "Just because I haven't been here to see it doesn't mean I'm completely stupid. My coworkers talk, you know. And now you come in here with him while I'm supposed to wait on you?"

"Angie, no!" I finally managed, my brain restarting at last. "It's not like that at all!"

"Oh really?"

"Really. Angie, really, seriously, you don't get it at all. It's nothing like what you think."

"Fine, explain it to me. If it's not what I think, then explain to me what it really is."

She crossed her arms and stared me down, waiting for my explanation. I could tell her Jack was my boss, or even just my coworker, but that probably wouldn't get me off the hook. It wasn't normal for male and female coworkers to take long lunch breaks together, and outside of our jobs in the SSR, almost no male and female coworkers would be working shoulder to shoulder on the same kind of content Jack and I were.

I needed to tell her the truth. More importantly, I wanted to tell her the truth. I loved Angie, and even though it would be a long time before we talked about marriage or anything like that, I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She should know what I do, SSR protocol be damned.

Without giving myself time to second-guess, I grabbed Angie's arm and dragged her towards the door in the back of the kitchen.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't respond, and Angie at least trusted me enough that she didn't put up any more of a fight. Once we made it outside, I glanced up and down the alley, making sure no one else was out here to overhear us. Lucky for me, there wasn't.

I turned back to Angie, who watched me with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I sighed.

Being an SSR agent was a top secret job, one we weren't supposed to share with anyone. But I'd made up my mind anyway. Besides, this problem had come about because of Jack, so he'd just have to deal with the consequences of my girlfriend knowing.

"Okay, this is going to sound insane, but I need you to hear me out." Angie just waited as I took a deep breath, then began. "I don't really work at the phone company. I work for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. I'm an agent, and the man who I've been here with is the Chief. He's my friend, and nothing more, and we've been coming here to escape some of the idiots in our office while we work on a case that's been top priority for the past few weeks."

I could see Angie's thoughts written clearly on her face as she struggled to square the fact that she loved me and generally trusted me with the fact that what I was saying was basically unbelievable.

"Y/N..."

"Look." I pulled out my badge and presented it to her proudly, and her face went from deep thought to pleased shock.

"That's... incredible!"

She looked up at me with bright, shining eyes, her mouth open slightly in shock but also tilted in a small smile. I beamed back at her.

"I'm glad you think so. And Angie, just so it's perfectly clear and on the record... I love you. I would never ever go behind your back like that, and I have absolutely no interest in anybody that's not you."

Angie smiled. "I know that. I'm sorry, I just... you've been working so hard, we haven't seen each other much, and I let my coworkers get to me. I love you, and I trust you."

I smiled, then leaned forward to give Angie a soft kiss. We broke apart after a second, both glowing with happiness even in this grimy restaurant alley. Three guesses who busted in to ruin the moment.

"Y/L/N, what the hell are you doing?"

I looked over Angie's shoulder to find Jack standing just outside the door, arms spread wide and an incredulous look on his face. She turned to look at him too, and his gaze drifted to her before coming back to me.

"My girlfriend thought we were dating. I told her we weren't."

"...And you had to rush out into a back alley to say that?"

"Well, I might've also told her I work for the SSR."

Jack stared at me, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring as he took a long, deep breath. When he let it out, his shoulders slumped, and he just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Of course you did." He turned to Angie, his gaze hard. "Don't tell anyone, or you'll both be in some very deep shit."

Angie nodded once, and I knew I could trust her. Jack turned back to me.

"Alright, now that you've broken one of the SSR's most important rules, do me a favor and get your ass back inside. Our order'll be at the table any minute, and we have actual problems to solve for the agency instead of cause."

He didn't wait for my response as he turned on his heel and headed back inside. He hesitated just before the door shut behind him, stopping it and poking his head back through to look at my girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you, Angie."

Then, he ducked back inside, clearly expecting me to follow shortly. I just smiled and shook my head. Angie turned back to me, her eyes narrowed and a decidedly less fond smile on her face.

"You know, I don't think I like him."

"Eh, he grows on you. Although, he is basically the number one person Peggy's referencing when she talks about her fathead male coworkers."

"Hold on. Peggy's a part of this too? That makes so much sense!"

"Shit. Forget I told you that."

Angie just cackled in glee as I slung an arm across her shoulders and we started back inside. I'd have to remember to tell Peggy that Angie was officially in the loop, although Ange probably would've put the pieces together in a matter of minutes after something she and Peggy had gone through together before I got to the SSR.

Now, at least, all of my favorite people were in the loop on all the important things in my life. I certainly couldn't be happier.

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[jobrookekarev]

The Beating of Two Hearts

Chapter: One of Nine

Words: 1,984

Summary: Jo faints in the OR, sending Alex into a panic, but for the moment she and their unborn baby are alright. However her little cold masks something more. When she faints again Addison discovers Jo has an arrhythmia which leads to another, more difficult diagnosis. 

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Carina DeLuca, Luna Wilson, Helena Karev.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Drama, Domestic, Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Family, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Parenthood, Pregnancy, Children, Medical, Illness, Additional Tags to Be Added, 

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AN: And now we get to Jo's pregnancy with Karev baby #3! Rest assured I've already written and edited this entire story so updates will be weekly and punctual.

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Alex was trying to concentrate. He had one shot at this and prepared himself as he watched the timer countdown. He only had a few seconds to do this so he knew he had to be perfect. He watched as the timer counted down, 3, 2, 1, go. He let the first pendulum swing then the second, but then he fumbled the third one. Two of the pendulums crashed together and he lost the game. Alex tried again, but with the same results, and groaned at his failures. 

This stupid game was getting the better of him. He was a surgeon, he was supposed to have quick fingers and know how to keep time. The fifteen-year-old nonbinary teen, Luca, in the bed next to him, giggled as Alex grumbled and tried again. This time he got all the swinging in time, and the fourth one went before the two collided and he lost again. Luca snorted but had the decency to cover their mouth.

Alex grunted as he handed the phone back to Luca. “Since when does Tic Tok have games anyway? I thought it was just like a dancing-storytelling version of Vine?” Alex asked as he crossed his arms.

“Oh please like you don't have a TikTok Dr. Alex,” Lucas said as they shook their head. “And it's a multi-purpose social media app. I even get news on here.” 

“Whatever,” Alex said as he waved it off. “Can I take a look at your scar now?”

“Yeah,” Luca said, rolling up their gown as Alex saw the scar on their side. 

The incision was healing nicely after the repair for blunt force trauma to their abdomen nearly ripped apart their liver. Although they had to take the right lobe out, the left lobe of the liver was recovering nicely and would regenerate the right lobe soon enough. Luca was healing up nicely, inside and out and they had gotten their strength and humor back. Link had worked with him in surgery as they reset the teen’s leg and grabbed the Doppler to check the blood flow, seeing that all was good.

“Well, I think we're on track to discharge you tomorrow and you can go home,” Alex said with a smile.

“Really?” Luca asked, perking up as they smiled.

“Yup, you should get out of here, it’s been long enough,” Alex said as he knew how much Luca wanted to go home and hated being away from friends and their mom. 

They had been airlifted here from Gold Bar after they were in a car crash with their father who was recovering in the general ward. Their mom worked and couldn’t make it in every day and their friends could only visit once. Alex had heard Owen's plan to discharge their father tomorrow and figured he’d see if Luca could go home as well.

Alex put the Doppler away as Luca pulled up tik tok on their phone again. “Wanna play again before you go and see if you can beat it?” 

Before Alex could say yes, the door swung open and one of the interns, Yasuda ran in. Alex turned, annoyed at how she had rushed in, but when he saw the look on her face he paused. It was a look of worry that meant someone he loved was hurt and his heart stopped. 

“Dr Karev, it's your wife.”

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Alex raced down the hallway like an intern running after an incoming trauma. As soon as Yasuda said that Jo had fainted, he ran off to find her. He was desperate to get to his wife. He had to see if she and their baby were alright. He knew realistically that they would be, but he had to see it for himself.

He ran up to the maternity ward first, before running down to the ORs, knowing that was where they were coming from. He eventually found them as Carina was pushing Jo in a wheelchair with one of the newer OB interns beside her. Alex quickly raced up to them and they paused for a second as he finally reached her. Despite seeing her, there was still a tightness in his chest as he knelt in front of her. Jo gave him a tired smile, looking up from where she was holding her 26 week pregnant bump and an ice pack against her forehead. 

“I'm okay,” Jo promised, although she looked up at him with weary eyes. 

“Like hell you are,” Alex said, cupping her cheek with his hand and holding her bump with his other hand. “What happened? How did you hit your head? Are you dizzy? Did you throw up?”

“Hey,” Jo said, getting him to focus on her again as she looked into his eyes. “I'm fine. The baby’s fine, I promise.” 

Sill, Alex looked up at Carina who gave him a reassuring smile. “Rest assured Dr. Karev, Jo and your baby are alright. She was faint from standing for a long uterine abrasion surgery and she only hit her head on a tray as she was trying to get up on her own. Apart from a small bump on her head, she is fine.”

Alex nodded as Jo let him move the ice pack so he could see the small red mark on her hairline. “You're okay?”

“I’m okay,” Jo assured him with a smile, as much as she said she hated everyone fussing over her, she secretly loved to be taken care of by him, especially while pregnant. 

“I thought we said no fainting in ORs this time around,” Alex said with a slight smile despite his lingering worry. 

“I know,” Jo looked up at him with a matching small smile, and he could see fatigue in her eyes.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and go home to rest,” Alex insisted as he took over punishing her wheelchair as they continued down the hallways again. 

“It’s already approved,” Carina agreed with a nod. 

“No,” Jo insisted as she looked up at them. 

Alex and Carina exchanged a look as both of them paused for a second before they both opened their mouths to protest. However, Jo quickly cut them off. 

“I’m fine, I promise and I’ll take it easy for the rest of the day,” Jo said as she looked at them insistently. “I'll take a break and go get something to eat and drink. I'll go visit the girls and then I'll do paperwork, nothing too strenuous.”

“Josephine, I don't think this is very wise,” Carina said, her eyebrows knitted together as she placed a hand on Jo’s shoulder. “And as your doctor and your superior, I am urging you to go home.”

“I don't want to go home and be bored for the next four hours until Alex and the girls get there,” Jo lamented with a frown.

“Jo please just take it easy, for your sake and the baby's sake!” Alex pleaded with her, getting mad that she would rather stress herself out than relax at home.

“The baby and I are fine!” Jo said as she went to get up, despite both of their protests as they tried to keep her seated and she managed to stand up strong. “I am fine.”

Jo walked away from them and Alex let out a deep sigh. He pinched his nose as Carina just shook her head and put her hand on her hips. They never understood why she did this. He knew she hated being lonely, and her anxiety rose especially while pregnant, but this was beyond that.

“I’ll at least keep an eye on her and make sure she does desk work, checking in patients, calls, and chart work, but no work on any active labors or C-sections,” Carina said as she shrugged, they both knew by now that Jo would still try and deliver babies. It was what she lived for.

“I'll stay with her for now and if she gets faint again, I'll take her home,” Alex nodded as Carina agreed with their plan. 

Carina went back down the hall to the OR to finish the surgery while Alex looked back to Jo. She was walking away and he had to jog to catch up with her. When he did, he put a hand on her back as he fell in step with her. Jo smiled at him, as she knew she had won. 

They both took a lunch and went down to the cafeteria. They got something to eat and drink as she rested with her feet up on an extra chair. He watched her closely, but she seemed alright and was even eager to chase the girls around. They pulled them out of daycare for a bit as they got some cuddles and hung out in Alex’s office before they took them back.

After they said goodbye to the girls, they walked back up to the maternity ward. Carina was waiting for her and Jo sat down in a chair at the nurse's station. Carina presented her with a stack of charts to work on and Jo scowled at the tower of paperwork she had. 

“You could always just go home?” Alex said, looking down at her as he leaned on the counter. 

“No, I’m good,” Jo said as she plastered on a smile, opened the first file, and logged into the computer

“Alright,” Alex as he stood there a little longer, wishing for an excuse to stay. 

Jo glanced over at him with a light glare, telling him to go. His phone dinged and Alex pulled it out as he sighed. He was being paged to the ER for a consult but looked back at his pregnant wife. 

“Go, I'll be fine,” Jo said again with a light smile.

He almost believed her, but there was something inside of him that told him he needed to worry about her. Still, he looked down at the page and knew that he had to go. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Jo smiled before she reached up to grasp his chin as she turned to kiss his lips.

“Promise me, you’ll page me if you even feel the slightest bit sick,” Alex insisted as he watched her.

“I promise,” Jo said and he knew she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “But don't worry I'm in good hands.” 

Jo looked back at the nurses who all smiled back at her and nodded, reassuring him. If he couldn’t look after her, the nurses were the second best thing. 

“Alright, I'll see you later,” Alex said as he reluctantly turned around and walked away. 

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Later that afternoon Alex walked back to the Maternity ward and saw Jo standing at the nurse's station. He couldn't shake the feeling of worry he had for her and decided to take an extra break to go check on her. Although he had heard from the nurses that she was fine and grumbling about the paperwork. 

When he spotted her, Jo was speaking to a few of the new interns and the nurses. Alex smiled as he approached her. At 26 weeks pregnant, Jo had a sizable bump under her black scrub shirt, and he loved admiring it. She had both of her hands on her back, rubbing in small circles and he reached out to rub her back for her. As Alex put his hand on her back, Jo looked up at him with hazy eyes and leaned into him as she began to waver. 

“Jo, Jo,” Alex said as her eyes fluttered shut and he quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her.

“I'm fine, I didn’t pass out,” Jo said, putting a hand on her head as she took a few deep breaths. “I'm just a little light headed.”

“Get me a chair!” Alex yelled at them as they all jumped into action. 

The intern quickly turned and scrambled around as they tried to grab one of the chairs that were connected to a line of other chairs from the waiting room. The nurses were smarter and quickly gave him the rolling chair from behind the desk and helped him ease Jo into it.

Alex pulled out his stethoscope and gave her a once-over. Her heart sounded fine, her lungs sounded good too. But as he put his hand on her forehead, she felt hot. 

“Is there anything I can get you, Dr. Karev?” One of the interns asked.

“No, now scram,” Alex said, knowing Jo didn’t like a crowd fussing over her and they all quickly left them alone.

“I hate this,” Jo said, rubbing her forehead.

“I know,” Alex gave her a sad smile as he knelt down in front of her and reached up to cup her cheek. “What's going on Jo?” 

“I'm not feeling so good,” Jo admitted with a sigh. “I think I'm coming down with a cold or something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me or Carina?”

“I didn't want you to worry, I'm sorry,” Jo said as she frowned and tears sprung in her eyes.

“I’m always going to worry about you, but if I know what's going on then I can help you,” Alex said as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“I know,” Jo cried as she covered her face with her hand. “It just makes me feel like I can't do my job or anything and I didn’t want to be admitted like last time where everyone was there and they all found out I was pregnant. It was fun to celebrate it, but I hated being fussed over.” 

“I know you hate it, but you need to be fussed over because you’re not feeling well. You're clearly running a fever and I know you're tired. And don't pretend that you don't have a runny nose, because I know you have tissues stuffed in your pockets.”

“My throat hurts too,” Jo admitted as her voice started to sound a little horse.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” Alex said with a sigh as he frowned. 

Now that she was in the second trimester her pregnancy symptoms had eased up. However it came with new symptoms, she still had insomnia and she struggled to sleep. This often left her tired and in need of a daily nap alongside their toddlers. She was also dealing with heartburn and round ligament pain. Now that she was sick he couldn’t imagine how much worse she felt.

“Come on, let's go home,” Alex said, putting his arm around her as he helped her up. 

“Okay,” Jo said as for once she didn't protest and leaned into him.

“Thank you,” Alex said as he reached around to hold her bump and they walked together towards the resident’s lounge.

“Will you make me mac and cheese for dinner?” Jo asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Of course,” Alex agreed, despite how they’d had twice in the past week he knew the girls loved it just like their Mama. 

“Thank you,” Jo said as she leaned in and kissed his cheek and he tried not to blush at her affection.

Jo did as she was told, for once, and went home. They let Carina and Hayes know they were leaving and Alex took a bit of work home with him. Then they went and got the girls from daycare and headed home. When they got there, her nose started running even more and she opened up the cough drops. He took her temperature and she was 100.9° F.  Alex just raised an eyebrow at her as Jo ignored his eyes. She did stay home the next day and the day after that. After a few days in bed, Jo recovered from her cold. Then she was back to her usual self, even her pregnancy symptoms eased up, and Alex’s worry disappeared… 

Until a week later.

[ingravinoveritas]

Hiya, I hope you're doing great, I always love seeing everything you post and have to say. I just really needed someone else in the DT fandom to celebrate all the awesome David content lately. Georgia's last few Instagram posts make me especially happy because David seems so happy and healthy lately. He seems so much more energized and fuller faced and just like he's finally gotten time to relax, and celebrate birthday 2.0, and I'm so glad, because he just seems to work nonstop so often and for a while there, even David's limitless energy seemed a bit lower than usual. Though, that being said, I'm still very much looking forward to him and Michael soon promoting GO2!

(Putting these together, since they're all related to the fake birthday post from Georgia from last week.)

Anon #1: Aw, thank you so much! That is very sweet of you and I truly appreciate it. And I'm so glad you felt comfortable enough to come celebrate all this David content and share your thoughts with me.

Let's get a few visuals up here so we can discuss. These (as I recall) were posted just a day or two apart, so they go well together:

I agree that David has been working so incredibly hard lately (not that he ever doesn't work hard, of course), but something in particular about Good and the role of John Halder really seemed to take a toll on him. You could see it in countless stage door pictures--the way his face looked thin, and (as you said) his seemingly limitless energy starting to flag. It was such a beautiful thing for him to be out there at all, signing programs and meeting fans after giving 110% out on stage, night after night.

But there seems to be this part of David (hello, Scottish Presbyterian upbringing) that feels like he always has to be working, and grateful to others for showing up to see him work. I think part of it is David just knowing what it's like to be a fan and so not wanting to let fans down, but it does seem to result in him not always taking care of himself as much as he should.

So yes, the change and contrast from a month or so ago to now is incredibly heartwarming to see. David does indeed seem very happy and healthy and full of renewed energy. (I also wonder if this could perhaps be due to Michael being in London for that BAFTA Cymru event last week, and the two of them hopefully seeing each other while he was there... 👀)

Also Anon #3: I definitely do see a little bit of Phileas hair going on (David's hair is just fucking gorgeous when it's a little longer, so whether it's related to Phileas or not, I am here for it). We know that ATWI80D has been renewed for a second season, though I am not sure when filming is set to begin--and I imagine we'd see the return of the moustache (ye gods) as well when that happens, so I don't think we're there just yet.

We really do have so many things involving David to look forward to this year (the filming of ATWI80D season 2, GO season 2, and of course the press tour with Michael). My hope is that David continues to make time to rest and enjoy himself, because as we can see, it does his body good (and so does Michael). David's (real) birthday is coming up next month, too, so fingers crossed we get some lovely content from Georgia then as well. Thanks for writing in, Anons! xx

[acosmicblizzard]

Decoration Mania (Christmas Café 2022 submission)

Fandom: Food Fantasy

Genre: Platonic Fluff

Pairing/Characters: Various food souls (Rice, Red wine, Macaron, Tom yum), Mentions of master attendant reader Prompt: Decorating Warnings: None Wanna see the other stuff i do? Check out my masterlist!

"Wait Macaron! Don't put on those lights on the tree yet! We still haven't wrapped the first string of lights around fully!", "Tom yum we aren't ready to put the ornaments on the tree yet!" All that could be heard within the closed restaurant was the voices of rice, tom yum, and macaron. Rice was trying to help the two kids set up the christmas decorations for the resturant a bit earlier so the others wouldn't have to spend time on it started taking a turn for the worse. As it turned out, macaron and tom yum were a little bit too excited to start decorating and despite them trying their best they were either always doing things out of order and causing messes or accidentally tripping over the christmas lights that hadn't been put on the tree. Rice was both worried about the two accidentally injuring themselves and the amount of noise they were making waking up the other food souls. Rice was glad her master attendant was yet to return and hadn't seen the chaos that was unfolding. "But rice! Even if we do this wrong we need to finish this before master attendant gets here! They've been so busy recently and we can take some stuff off their shoulders by taking care of the decorating!" Tom yum chimed in "Yeah rice! And plus this is one of master attendants favorite times of the year! Imagine their happy surprised face when they get back and see everything all set up!" Macaron also chimed in after tom yum finished speaking. Both seeming to not want to give up and make master attendant happy. Rice sighed and spoke softly, "Alright, but i want you two too watch me very closely and please try to be quieter. I don't want the other food souls to wake up." Not even a second later they heard the door to the restaurant lobby open up from the side of the room that led to the bedrooms. "A little bit late for that, what are you three even doing up at this preposterous hour?!" The door opened up to reveal red wine standing there, obviously tired and irritated that he was woken up. Rice had a feeling this would happen, "O-Oh! I'm so sorry red wine! It's just that macaron and tom yum didn't wanna sleep and wanted to start decorating the restaurant early in the morning so master attendant could relax a little because they've been very busy recently... I'm so sorry we didn't mean to wake you up." Red wine sighed, "It's fine it's fine, but you couldn't have chosen a more reasonable hour? It's almost 1 in the morning. Master attendant will be back any minute now and would be extremely confused on what you're doing and would most likely send all of you to bed." Tom yums eyes lit up, "That means we have to hurry! We should at least get the tree set up if master attendant will be back soon!" Tom yum quickly ran back over to the tree and tried to detangled all the lights and macaron quickly followed him as well trying to help. Red wine sighed in annoyance, "Did you not listen to a thing i said-? Whatever, i'll graciously help you guys set up the tree but as soon as it's set up we're all going back to our rooms. "Yay!" Both macaron and tom yum said as red wine walked over to help and rice slightly giggled. Let's hope they can at least finish this tree before master attendant gets back.

[twiceasfrustrating]

If Only This Tale Had No Obligations

Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening Relationships: Chrom/Robin, Chrom/Sumia Characters: Chrom, Robin, Sumia, Lucina Additional Tags: Robin (he/him), angst, courtly love, emotional affair Summary: There are things that have to get done, roles people have to play. Chrom will play his role as best he can, even if it hurts, even if it's unfair. Even if he forces that unfairness onto Robin as well. Word Count: 578

“Good evening Lord Chrom,” Robin bowed, then turned, “Lady Sumia.”

"Robin, please," Chrom pat his friend on the shoulder with a smile, "since when have I ever been your lord? We're friends. Forget the formalities."

Robin glanced at Sumia, who was standing at Chrom's side with hues of pink dusting her cheeks. She seemed happy to be addressed with formality, in her own shy way. She probably just liked being called Lady in response to Chrom's Lord title.

"Sorry," Robin gave a jovial laugh. "I feel like I should greet the Exalt and his wife with more than a hey there. You will both be running an entire kingdom along with peace efforts and upcoming reconstruction."

"We're still the same people we always have been," Sumia finally spoke in a calm, quiet voice. "You're our friend and nothing will change that."

Robin smiled. "Thank you, Sumia."

"Mother!"

The three of them turned to see Lucina bounding over, carrying a basket full of plants and herbs in one hand, a hot water bottle in the other, a blanket draped over her arm, and a worried expression on her face.

"Mother, you need to lie down."

"Lucina," she gave her grown daughter and friend a motherly smile, "I'm not even three months along. I'm fine."

An uncharacteristic nervousness overtook Lucina's blue eyes. "But what if-"

"Are you worried about your sibling?" Chrom finally asked.

"Neither of us…" She shifted on her feet, leaning Falchion away from her parents, "We both lost you before."

"Oh, Lucina," Sumia placed her hand against her daughter's cheek, "we aren't going anywhere this time."

"I know, but-"

"Chrom, Robin," Sumia looked at both of them, "I'll walk Lucina back to her quarters. If you'll excuse us."

"Of course." Robin gave the two a shallow bow.

"Be safe you two," Chrom added.

Then the two of them watched as Sumia guided Lucina back to her room.

As soon as their backs vanished along the horizon, Chrom reached out his hand, wrapping it around Robin's wrist and gently holding on. "Robin…"

The man pulled his hand away abruptly, but kept his expression neutral. "I was unaware that Lady Sumia was already carrying Lady Cynthia."

Chrom withdrew his hand back to his side. "We learned not long ago," he said, casting his eyes downward. "We were waiting to share the news publicly, but it seems you've learned earlier than everyone else. Sorry."

"I knew it would happen someday." After all, it was hard to deny when he'd met the very product of their marriage fully grown and stumbling her way through the battlefield. "Congratulations. I mean it."

"Robin…"

"Don't," he said curtly. "You married. Out of duty and obligation, yes, but you still married all the same. You're lucky she's a good woman and that both of your children grow into wonderful young women. I'm happy for you both."

"I still need my advisor if we're going to make a better world for all of them." He turned to look into his friend's hazel eyes. "If you'll stay by my side."

"That request isn't fair." Robin sighed. "You know I won't go anywhere."

"Thank you." Chrom reached out again, this time finding that Robin didn't pull away. "I'm sorry…"

"Apologize to Lady Sumia. You should have gone with her and Lucina." He hesitantly let his fingers curl around Chrom's and imagined for just a fleeting moment that there was no such thing as a duty for him to uphold.

[mtap-comics]

Here comes the next fill in for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder

Summary: Elenya, loud thunder and a bad expirience with loud crashes don't mix well.

Word count: 4769

Prompt: Caught in a Storm

Author's note: So, this wasn't what I firstly had in mind for that trope, but I was sick the last two weeks and my mind wanted some Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Only problem with that: I'm really bad with emotions (when writing and in real life), so I'm not that happy with this one. The last part is the only thing I really like (the one who may give you cavities again), but I hope you have fun reading it nontheless.

Warnings: panick attack, (not sexually) touching of feet maybe?

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Thundering earthquake

After a successful dive into the Sewage Plants, Elenya sorted through her acquired items. She got a commission from Albert for a few chimney roofs for South Block, but was completely out of tempering liquid for the hardened clay, so she spent almost the whole day in the ruins. Happily, she found that she was able to collect enough that it should last her for the next few weeks. In addition, of course, there were all the other materials that she could gather. All in all, a day well spent.

She sorted everything back into her bag and then headed towards the exit. But just as soon as she was outside, she was greeted by pouring rain.

A sigh escaped her. That was just what she needed. It was already shortly before 2 o'clock in the morning, so the Dee Dees wouldn’t drive anymore. On top it was late autumn, the temperatures at night already approaching the freezing point, so the walk through the rain sounded like real fun. But it couldn’t be helped, she had to get home.

Giving in, Elenya started to walk. After only a few steps she was completely soaked, her leather jacket not suitable for such weather. The cold seeped in shortly later, making her shiver.

Great, hopefully she won't get sick…

But worrying about the cold was soon the least of her problems. She had just reached the gate back to the city when the first flash of lightning was heard, followed shortly by the first loud thunder. Suddenly she was no longer in the Collapsing Wasteland, but in the desert, the just collapsed Eufaula Tunnel in front of her.

~~~3 weeks before~~~

Elenya was about to convince Remy to let her into the tunnel when a loud crash came from that very tunnel. A worker from Sandrock came running out of it, a look of pure shock on his face.

“The tunnel just collapsed!”

“What?!” Sharing a panicked look with Remy, they both ran into the tunnel where they were met with a big pile of rocks, the way completely blocked. 

“Oh no… Arlo…” It felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. They just confessed their feelings for each other a few weeks back and the thought that he could be buried under those rocks…

“Oh no, no, no, no. Arlo, Sam? Can anyone hear me?!” Remy’s voice sounded just as desperate as she felt and the few seconds of complete silence that followed felt like a lifetime. 

“We're here!” Arlo’s voice halled back to them and the relief that washed over her almost let her legs buckle under her. 

He wasn’t dead… He was safe.

~~~Now~~~

Remy and her had gotten them out of there, sure, but the feeling of maybe having lost Arlo still sat deep in her bones and the thunder seemed to have dug that out again.

Blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. Her feet tingled. Her vision disfigured, as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens. She… She needed to find him. She needed to make sure he was okay.

Without conscious effort, her body started moving and ran out of the Wastelands towards the Civil Corps headquarters.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was 2 o’clock and Arlo couldn't sleep. A restless feeling kept him from falling asleep, so he decided to use the time and work through the reports of Sam and Remi. Especially Sam's ones took a lot of effort, as it didn’t seem to be in her interest to actually write in a readable manner. 

He was about to reach for the next one when the door to the headquarters swung open. Surprised, he looked to his right. 

Who would come here at this hour? 

His gaze met a completely soaked Elenya and immediate concern spread through him. She was shivering violently but what worried him even more was the look on her face. Her cheeks were devoid of any colour and her eyes darted around the room in panic.

He immediately walked around his desk and took the few steps it took to stand directly in front of her. “Elenya, sweetheart, what are you doing here? What happened?” He tried to make eye contact, but it seemed she didn't even notice him. A frown appeared between his eyes. Up close he could make out her frantic breathing and his worry deepened.

Lost of what to do, he softly cupped her ice cold cheeks between his hands. "Sweetheart, please talk to me. What's wrong?" The skin to skin contact seemed to snapp her out of her thoughts and her eyes finally focused on his.

"Arlo..." Her voice broke at his name and to his horror, tears started to flow out of her eyes. “You are okay…” A sob tore out of her throat and Arlo quickly pulled her against his chest, ignoring her cold and wet clothes. 

The bag Elenya had slung over her shoulder dropped with a loud clang to the floor and her arms slung tightly around his waist, sobs shaking her whole body. He tightened his arms around her and tried to calm her frantic mumbling of “Arlo” and “You are okay”.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m okay and no one is hurt.” His heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the sound of her heartbreaking sobs. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he needed her to calm down, she was short of hyperventilating. He tried to breathe as calmly and deeply as he could, hoping that Elenya would imitate him, while never ceasing his own soft mantra of "I'm here, you are okay, sweetheart."

She just seemed to calm down a bit when the next loud thunder was heard from outside. She flinched violently and a terrified whimper escaped her. He instinctively tightened his hold on her, trying to shield her from the world with his own body.

Was she afraid of the thunderstorm? But… she seemed to be afraid for him. Fuck, what could he do?

He felt helpless. He solved problems by fighting them. But he couldn’t protect her from her own mind and fighting a thunderstorm wasn’t really an option either, so he just held her, whispering reassuring words in her ear.

~~~~~~

It took almost 5 minutes for her breathing to calm down and she was just shivering with cold. While Arlo still didn't know what was scaring her so much, at least he could fix that. He pushed her slightly away from him, put his left hand to her cheek to lift her head and smiled gently down at her.

“Come on, darling. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and warm you up. I don’t want you to get sick.” Big, green, puffy eyes looked back at him, one last lonely tear leaving her right one. He gently wiped it away with his thumb and leaned down to give her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Okay…” Her voice was completely hoarse from crying and he couldn't help but hug her tightly to his chest once again. But her next violent shiver quickly let him lead her away from the door and towards the bathroom. He had one arm slung over her shoulder and she was leaning heavily on him, making him tighten his hold.

What just happened out there, sweetheart?

He knew he wouldn’t get an answer at the moment, so he just opened the door to the bathroom and asked instead: “Do you need help getting out of your clothes? I would get you something warm to wear in the meantime.” With a soft smile, he gently put a loose strand of her wet hair behind her ear.

Elenya responded with a hesitant nod, but Arlo could see that something was off. Fear crept back into her gaze and it took him a moment to realise why. He quickly cupped her face again, making sure she was paying attention to him. “It’ll just take a minute, okay? I don’t want to leave you alone, either, but you are frozen trough and need something dry to wear.” 

To reassure her more, he softly pressed his lips against hers, trying to take her mind of whatever scared her. It seemed to work, because after a second she started to respond, moving her lips slowly against his. He kept the kiss chaste, breaking it off after a few seconds. Worry was still eating through him, and it wouldn’t vanish until Elenya was warm and happy again.

Her gaze was a little clearer now and at her renewed nod, he set about preparing everything. In his room, he first quickly put on something dry himself, his clothes now also completely soaked in the front and lit a fire in the small stove which sat in the corner of his room. 

On his way out, his eyes fell on his grey sweater lying at the foot of his bed. A few weeks ago he had asked Elenya curiously why she always buried her face in his neck when he hugged her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach it, after all! Embarrassed, she admitted that his smell made her feel safe and calmed her down. He could still well remember the warm and proud feeling that flowed through him after that confession.

He had been wearing the sweater just yesterday, so his scent should still be well attached to it. In addition, it was warm and soft, so it was the best thing he could take Elenya to wear. He quickly grabbed it and then left his room again. 

His next destination was the dresser next to the bathroom door. In it Sam stowed a few spare clothes in case something should go wrong on patrol and she didn't want to wear wet or broken pants until she got home. He took out a pair of warm sweat pants and some cosy socks, knowing that Sam wouldn't mind.

Having gathered everything he needed, he put the clothes on his desk for a moment to put Elenya's forgotten bag away from the door. He didn't want to risk anyone tripping over it. A quick glance inside told him that she must have been in the Sewage Plants before, and he made a mental note to check her for injuries.

Quickly, Arlo picked up his bundle again and headed back to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door before entering, not wanting to startle Elenya. In the meantime, she was able to get rid of her wet clothes, draping them over the bathtub and was now standing in front of him in only her underwear. Her arms were wrapped around her upper body and her shivering had increased.

A quick glance showed some bruises, but nothing that needed medical attention. Subconsciously it struck him that this was actually the first time he had seen her almost naked. They had both been very busy after the opening of the Eufaula Desert and so hadn't had much time for each other. But sexual thoughts were the last thing on his mind at the moment, the only important thing was to get her warm again.

“Hey there, I’ve got some clothes for you. Let’s get you warmed up.” He put them on the sink for the moment and then grabbed the biggest and fluffiest towel he could find. He threw it around her shoulders and wrapped her completely in it. A relieved sigh escaped Elenya and she snuggled deeper into the towel.

With a satisfied smile, Arlo looked down at his little builder, who was almost completely covered by the towel. "Okay, let's see what we can do with your hair. Come on, you can sit on the toilet seat for this." Finally being a little warmer seemed to have taken the last of her strength and she had begun to sway on the spot. He quickly led her to said toilet and helped her sit sideways on it.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t collapse on him, he got a brush, a smaller towel and his hair dryer and set about carefully untangling her hair from her bun. He didn't know how, but he had to have managed it without hurting her too much. At least she didn't let it on.

Finally having her long black hair freed of the hair tie, Arlo started to brush out the excessive water. A soft hum from before him made him smile. He loved learning something new about her and it seemed like she liked having her hair taken care of. 

After having brushed her hair thoroughly, he began to gently rub her hair dry with the small towel, massaging her head a bit in the process, before starting up the hair dryer.

Elenya remained silent the whole time, only her shivering telling him that she hadn't fallen asleep yet. Fortunately, the storm had moved on by now and the absence of thunder seemed to have relaxed her further.

Deeming her hair dry, Arlo shut off the hair dryer and took the clothes he brought for her. With these he walked around the toilet to stand in front of her. "Hey sweetheart, are you still with me? Want me to help you get dressed again?"

Half-closed eyes looked up at him and he couldn't suppress a fond smile. Thanks to his inept blow-drying, her hair was all tousled and with the tired look on her face, she just looked cute.

A nod was again the only response he got and his smile was replaced with concern. Never before had Arlo seen Elenya so quiet and vulnerable, and while he felt honoured that she trusted him with this side of her, he also hoped he deserved it and didn't make anything worse. That she had barely spoken a word since she showed up here unsettled him.

He tried not to let it show, though, and instead removed the towel she was wrapped in. Without having to prompt her, she lifted her trembling arms and he quickly pulled his grey sweater over her head. As he had hoped, she immediately buried her nose in the garment and took one deep breath before her shoulders slumped in relaxation. He even thought he saw a small smile on her lips and relief spread through him. 

Next, he knelt on the floor in front of her to help her into the sweat pants. As he did so, his fingers brushed against her right foot and he flinched, startled. Damn, they were freezing! He wouldn't have been surprised if they had been blue.

He quickly helped her put the pants on completely and then knelt right back down to try to warm up her feet. He put on the warm socks and began to rub her feet with his hands, hoping that it would stimulate the blood circulation. A confused noise from above him made him look up, directly into bewildered looking green eyes. "Your feet are freezing, darling. Why didn't you say something? Can you even feel them anymore?" An embarrassed shrug was the only answer he got, and with a sigh he made sure her feet got back to a halfway normal body temperature.

Satisfied, he was about to get up when two red hands were held in front of his face. Surprised, Arlo looked up at Elenya, who was looking down at him sheepishly. Already guessing what she was asking him, he took her small hands gently in his. They were just as cold as her feet.

Taking advantage of the fact that his hands were so much bigger than hers, he enveloped them completely and brought them to his lips, breathing warm air onto them. It took a moment, but her hands slowly warmed again and he gave them both a gentle kiss before releasing them.

A slight blush rose high on her cheeks, making him smile. “Better?” With a grateful nod, she buried her hands in the far too long arms of the sweater and he just couldn't resist the cute sight and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Her blush deepened and satisfied with his doing, he tidied up the bathroom real quick.

"Okay, now that you're finally dry and bundled up, how about we curl up in bed?" Arlo placed himself in front of Elenya again and held out his hands to her, smiling softly. Accepting his help, she put her now sweater-clad hands in his and let him pull her up. As soon as she stood, however, the little colour her face had regained vanished completely and her legs buckled.

"Woah, hey, I got you." Immediately he put an arm around her shoulders and waist and pulled her protectively against him. He quickly realised, however, that he was the only thing keeping her upright and decided to lift her into his arms instead. And no sooner was she in his arms than her head buried itself in his neck, making him chuckle fondly.

Arlo loved the weight of her in his arms. Not that anyone would ever know, but it gave him a sense of security, security that nothing could happen to her as long as he held her.

With careful manoeuvring, he managed to carry her to his room without banging her against door frames. The stove had done a good job by now and the room was comfortably warm. Gently, he set her down on his bed and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Just getting your wet clothes, so they can dry in front of the stove.”

He did just that and when he came back, Elenya was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but she had buried her head in her hands. At first he feared that she had started crying again and panic wanted to spread through him, but then he saw that she was massaging her temples. While he rarely cried, he was well acquainted with the headache afterwards and he knew that sleep usually helped best. He hurried to quickly spread out her clothes in front of the stove and then helped her to lie down under the covers.

His bed was technically too small for two people, but Elenya immediately snuggled up to him as soon as he laid down himself, her head coming to rest directly over his heart. He turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. She was still shivering lightly, so he pulled her as close to him as he could, trying to share his body heat with her. With the other hand, he began to gently massage her head and neck, hoping to ease her headache a little. Her sigh of relief told him it was helping and it wasn't long before she fell asleep, completely exhausted.

“Sleep tight, sweetheart.” Alro kissed her crown softly and followed her into dreamland.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Elenya woke up the next morning, she was confused at first. She was surrounded by warmth and safety and definitely not in her bed. A strong heartbeat was beating under her ear and an arm was wrapped around her shoulders. It took her a moment to remember the events of the night and a blush rose to her face. Embarrassed, she buried her face deeper into Arlo's chest.

She couldn't remember much after the first thunder had sounded. Only the feeling of fear and panic. The way to the Civil Corps headquarters was a blur and the first thing she really recognised again was Arlo's warm embrace.

God, how could she let herself go like that in front of him? She hadn't had a panic attack in a long time and then she had to have one right in front of her new boyfriend. What will he think of her now?

But... he was so sweet the whole time. Made sure she felt safe, reassured her and warmed her up and all without even knowing what was going on. How did she deserve this perfect man?

Trying to get a look at his face, Elenya lifted her head from his chest, but that turned out to be a big mistake. Pain shot through her head and with a soft whimper she let her head fall back. 

Fuck, she hated that. Couldn't the headache have gone away overnight?

The movement must have woken Arlo because there was first a low grumble above her before his voice, rough from sleeping, sounded. "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" She could feel the vibration of his words beneath her, and while that wasn't good for her head, she could definitely get used to waking up to that voice.

Carefully this time, she tried to lift her head once more to look at him and was rewarded for her efforts. Arlo’s hair was tousled from sleeping and his half-closed blue eyes looked down at her lovingly, a soft and sleepy smile playing around his lips. He looked fucking beautiful.

"Yeah, I think so." Returning his smile, she nodded in affirmation aaaand... that was a very bad idea. Closing her eyes in pain, she lowered her head against his chest and pressed her left hand against her temple. She must have made a sound too, because she felt the body beneath her tense and the arm still around her shoulder tightened its hold.

"Elenya, what's wrong? What hurts?" Arlo's voice was filled with concern and she felt him trying to get a better look at her. That jolted her head, however, and this time she was aware of the soft whimper that escaped her lips.

"My head..." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. It still hurts? Damn, I had hoped that sleeping would make it better. Come on, let me try something." His right hand softly replaced hers at her head, his right thumb now pressing against her temple and the rest of his fingers pressing against the base of her skull. The pain instantly receded and a relieved sigh escaped her.

"Oh, that feels nice." She relaxed completely against the warm body beneath her, enjoying the brief relief of pain. "That's good. But otherwise you don't feel sick, do you?" Arlo's voice still dripped with concern and Elenya took stock of her body, relieved to find that she could dispel his worries. Nothing else hurt, and she was comfortably warm. "No, just a bad headache."

"I'm glad to hear that. I was afraid you'd get sick after being frozen through for so long." As if to emphasise his words, he pulled her even closer, sharing even more of his body heat with her.

“Don’t worry, you did a great job at warming me up again. Thank you so much for that, Arlo. For taking care of me, comforting me and generally being there for me." She wanted to look him in the eyes, wanted to convey her gratitude with more than words, but his hand was still on her head, having gone from massaging to carding his hand through her hair, keeping her pinned to his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I love taking care of you. I will always be there when you need me. Be it for an injury or when you need a shoulder to cry on.” His soft words warmed her heart. He never ceased to surprise her with how gentle and loving he could be outside of his Captain duties.

She just wanted to thank him more, when his movement in her hair stopped for a moment and she could feel him hesitate. "Do you want... to talk about it? About what happened last night?" She tensed in his arms and he quickly resumed his petting. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m just glad you are feeling better again.” How could he still be so perfect?

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, but she already knew that he would blame himself when she told him what the panic attack brought on. But he had a right to know. She let herself enjoy his caress a little longer, then scurried a little back from him so she could look at him. Her head protested the movement, but she ignored it. 

A confused frown appeared on Arlo’s forehead and with a gentle smile she smoothed it out with her thumb. "No, I want to tell you. Just... let me finish before saying something, okay?" "Okay." He rolled to his side, facing her, caught her retreating hand in his own and pressed it against his chest, directly over his heart. His encouraging smile told her to start and so she did.

"As a child, I was really afraid of thunderstorms. I don't know why exactly, but no one would be able to get me out from under my blanket when a storm was raging outside. The older I got, the less scared I was, but the sound of thunder still makes me anxious. Usually it's not a problem as long as I'm inside, but last night.... The rain took me by surprise, and when the first thunder sounded, all I could hear was the collapse of the Eufaula Tunnel.”

Just as she predicted he started to tense, but as promised, he didn't say anything. But she could see the pieces coming together in his head and guilt settling in his gaze.

"I'm actually not sure what happened afterwards, I just needed to see you, make sure you weren't buried under all those rocks like in my mind. The next thing I was aware of was your hug." Without realising it, a few silent tears had escaped her and she suddenly found herself in Arlo's strong arms again.

"I'm so so sorry, darling. I never meant to cause you such pain. You shouldn't have to worry about me like this.... Are you sure you want to...?" His voice broke at the last words and okay, no, she had to stop him there. She had expected him to blame himself, as she could still remember very clearly the conversation with him when he had asked her for help about Nora. (She still felt guilty towards Nora for stealing her man, but that was another topic.)

He had told her that he didn't want to date anyone because he didn't want anyone to worry about him when he was out as the Civil Corps Captain. She couldn't tell how happy she was when he accepted her heart knot months later anyway, but now she had to convince him that he wasn't regretting it for the wrong reasons. She leaned a little back and looked deep into his eyes.

"No Arlo, this is not your fault. I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. As the Civil Corps Captain, I know that there is a chance that you will not always come back to me in one piece. But I love you and I'm not going to let you cut yourself off from me because of that."

Arlo's eyes suddenly got really big and.... Oh fuck, had she really just said that? They had only been together for 2 months and neither of them had said the L-word yet. Not that it wasn't true, but that was definitely not how she had imagined the first time.

"You... love me?" His blue eyes looked at her in wonder and she could feel her face flush. But she didn't back down and said instead, "Yes Arlo, I love you. I have for some time now and I don't know what I would do without you."

His expression didn't change for a while and she was getting nervous. Had she said too much? But before she could overthink it, she suddenly found herself on her back, Alro over her, straddling her waist. The headache caused by the abrupt movement was immediately forgotten when he carefully cupped her face and engaged her in a passionate kiss, morning breath be damned. She let herself fall into the kiss, all thoughts disappearing from her mind.

When he broke the kiss, he gently rested his forehead against hers, his eyes smiling down at her. "I love you too, my brave little builder. I'm so happy you decided to bear with me." Her heart swelled with warmth and love and she softly traced the stubble on his cheek with her thumb before cupping his cheek. "It's not a hardship. You are perfect to me." She pulled him down in a kiss again, never having felt happier than in this moment.

[analysis-by-a-muffin]

RGG: Majima and Toxic Masculinity

It's really not like the writers themselves try desperately hard to force the audience to see Majima Goro as a totally heterosexual and completely straight acting man. However, some circles of the audience haven't gotten the memo and will harshly defend the honor of a man who's not real. As much as I've easily come across those that are accepting and fans that are queer themselves, I've also crossed paths with loud bi/homophobes who try to attack or pester those that don't see him the same way they do. In truth, I've never seen such a large concentration of people who are starkly against the notion that a fictional character could be bisexual or gay. (With a concerning amount of people who seem to outright refuse to believe bisexuality is even a viable orientation. He must be one or the other). And as I stated at the beginning, the writers aren't giving him a new girl every game. He's had less romantic interests of the opposite sex than Kiryu- a very un-horny man who's had at least four(or five) if you want to include his place in spinoff games Kenzan and Ishin.

It's nothing new to any fandom (and it's nothing new for me to bring it up), but it can still be upsetting and frustrating to watch bigoted people parade around a specific character in a series you enjoy. All while claiming they know them better than anyone else. I go through this with Sora from Kingdom Hearts who's another character that isn't exactly the poster child for traditional masculinity, and other characters of that specific variety.

Majima has only had two female love interests across the series so far, and we only see him interact with one of them while we're left up to the word of other characters outside his POV for the second interest. While he clearly cared a lot for Makoto, the Majima Saga of Kiwami 2 reveals she's started a family and will soon be living in another country. She's got her own life; a much better and happier one. Yet, she's still used by some as a prop for the sake of Majima being viewed as hetero, and some still want him to be hung up on a woman he loved over two decades ago. I can't deny that it starts to feel desperate and creepy. Him meeting her again just gave him a chance to see how well she's doing for herself and move on from that. I also can't deny it's frustrating to watch people treat Makoto in a way that completely denies her her own character in order to do what they think will make Majima happy.

As depicted by Goromi, and his pink dump trucks that debuted in Y3, Majima must be a fan of the flashiest shades of pink. Having a drag persona alone is something I think would turn certain fans away from him. It does to some small degree. Spinoffs like Dead Souls feature Majima being even more openly queer or disinterested in women than he is for the most part in the main games. While not canon, he's still depicted as being really into Daigo crossdressing and asking him if he's "ever thought of switchin sides." He gets genuinely disgruntled over not being able to kiss him, too. In Kenzan, he doesn't gain any feelings toward a woman he's lived with for a while, choosing to instead view her as a sister. (His treatment of the cabaret girls in 0 is similar. No attraction, just slightly younger women he views as if they're his daughters). Kiryu is the one who ends up with her for a year. This isn't even scratching the surface of multiple actions from Majima and things he's said during the main games. Viewing Majima as queer is nothing invalid, but at the same time, no one should be treated as if they have to pull out a novel to defend themselves from attackers.

The homophobia rears its ugly head in a format that I haven't seen jumped on a lot for other characters. "Majima isn't gay or bi. He's just crazy." It's the most absurd thing I've seen someone say on this topic to be honest about it. Shrugging away the perception of him not being straight by claiming any non-heteronormative behavior is the product of him just being a zany guy who seeks to strike fear and intimidate other men? Is he only stable minded when it involves women? That's sadly not all this mindset involves. There tends to be a push from those who aren't comfortable with their own orientations to not apply labels to characters. Claiming that queer people attaching queer labels to characters is wrong, but it's totally okay to call these same characters straight is hypocritical. Heterosexuality is also a label. Ironically, those with their own discomforts tend to praise and refer to Majima as a man who's just really comfortable with himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

All in all, people should be allowed to see this fictional character how they want. I have my grievances and disagreements with some fans, but the important thing is that I never go out of my way to start fights. Or start a random argument as if someone was waiting with baited breath to know my unasked for opinion.

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Hi! Been a while! First letter <3 FANDOM: Creepypasta CHARACTER: Jeff GENRE: Romantic, ever so slight NSFW ?????? My beautiful man ♡, Heyyyyy. It's been a little while, yeah? How's everything been? I've been kind of lonely lately. This new mission has my head spiraling, but I got an old friend here with me. Haven't seen her in a hot minute. She's helping us out a little bit. She isn't a proxy or anyone affiliated with us, but damn, she'd made a nice recruit. Sad she prefers being alone though. I dunno when I'll be back :( God, I miss you and your kisses. I'm resting for a day or two since I hurt my leg while chasing someone down (or they were trying to chase me. It was really awkward). So, the other man children that came with me are taking care of things for now. I promise I'll make everything up to you when I get back! These hips need a little feel, anyway ;) I've been deprived too long. Tell Slender all is doing well? I don't think the two dumb asses even attempted - at least not Toby. I probably shouldn't use this last paper to write to you and I should probably use it to write to Slendaddy, but I just couldn't go another day without talking to you. I really need a nap after this. Give Sally a big hug for me! I'll come back with presents - if I can. I know what I'll be giving you when I get home ♡ ;) Much love, Zipper ♡♡♡

[Disclaimer: Letters To Those you Hold Dear is a special event I'm holding from December 9th - whenever I feel like closing it! The absolute deadline is December 21st. Find guidelines here so you can send a letter or two to those you hold dear <3]

Hey hot stuff,

You're damn right it's been a while. I've been missing hearing from you!! Things over here have been just fine. I've been traveling through safe zones, biding my time getting drunk, but also fuckin' with Masky's group. They're always fun to hang around. EJ and I have been doing some business together as well. Nothing that fun, I'd rather be with you, but it's passable until we meet again. How's the work been with you? From what I can read here, it's been alright. Don't know if pale ass is gonna be happy about that, but you never really were one for following rules, were you? Bet she'd make a nice independent if she hates authority like I do.

I really miss you. Things aren't near as entertaining with you gone. it's been hell, really. I hope your leg gets better soon. I can always send Jack to you if you really think that's a problem. Or if you really, really need help, I'll make my way to wherever you've run off to. Don't know who's gonna tell me no. Besides, it's been a while since I've been able to see you, it's almost my right to fuck around, find out, and come to you.

I'll let him know as soon as I see him again. He's been trying to corral a good majority of us to his fuck all mansion the past few weeks but none of us want to go. I sure as hell don't. I tried to set the place on fire a few years ago and he just forgets about that? Fucking idiot. But if it makes you happy, then I'll go. I also haven't seen that little twerp in a few months, and she's probably gonna try to stab me with colored pencils if I try to hug her, but... again, if it makes you happy-. Look, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, and I know you'd repay me handsomely. Anyways, look forward to when we can stop writing letters like we're in the middle ages or fuckin' cavemen and can actually talk face to face again.

Love you,

Jeff