#money gets to come out of my bank account yay for that

[bess3714]

Gotham Knights Season One, Episode One: Pilot

Air date: March 14, 2023

I'm sorry, but Turner Hayes sounds like the name of a genderbent version of Taylor Swift.

(He's grumpy because I said that.)

Anyway, read on for my review of the first episode of Gotham Knights! Not that you're really missing much, but spoilers below the cut!

Synopsis

Harper, Cullen, and Duela break into Wayne Tower because they've been hired to steal something. They get there, realize they've been set up and Bruce Wayne has been murdered, pushed out a window, and revealed as Batman. Yikes. So they run and manage to escape. Harvey Dent tells Turner Hayes his adopted dad is dead, Turner is sad he's dead and mad Bruce didn't tell him he was Batman, yadda yadda. The cops go after Harper, Cullen, and Duela, arrest them, and question them. Turner wants to find out who hired them, so he gets Stephanie to use the Batcomputer to hack into the bank records to see who paid him. Turns out, the money came from his account! So about this time, the cops have figured that out and come arrest Turner and throw him into jail with Harper, Cullen, and Duela. The four get put in a transport van and head to prison, but before they get there, they escape. The cops who were moving them were dirty, though, and so they're about to kill the kids to clean up the whole Bruce-Wayne-murder mess when Robin swoops in to save them. Then they all head back to the Batcave where Duela tells them the creepy Court of Owls poem. Yay!

Characters

Turner Hayes: Dead parents (twice). Sad Bruce died, kinda

Stephanie Brown: Computer whiz. Has sex.

Harper Row: Will sacrifice herself for her brother.

Cullen Row: Is transgender. Can pick locks. Has successfully impersonated two (2) cops.

Duela: Hates her father. Hates authority. Is fluent in violence.

Carrie Kelly: Is Robin. Exists. That's about it.

Review

Now, I don't really know much about the comic versions of these characters, except for Stephanie and my knowledge of her is limited to her appearances in stories focused on other characters, so I'll be reviewing them completely divorced from their source material. (Except for Turner, because he doesn't have source material. He has been immaculately conceived specifically for this show.)

Okay, so maybe I would have cared about Turner Hayes a little more if we had actually gotten to see him interact at all with Bruce Wayne, but we only get to see Bruce when he's splattered on the pavement so, uh, there's no emotional pull at my heartstrings to feel bad for this kid. It's like he's trying to be a self-insert character and yet he's failing sooo miserably because he's kind of bland. I really hate criticizing an actor's performance, but I wasn't impressed by Oscar Morgan. His acting just felt really dull and restrained to me, but then this show felt kind of dull, so that might have just been the director? I don't know. I'm an expert in talking about things I know nothing about, not an expert in filmology or whatever. I'm hoping that it's just first episode woes and next episode we'll see better from him and his character.

What to say about Stephanie Brown? She's friends with Turner and she's an expert hacker. That's about it, to be honest. She does have slightly more personality than Turner, but she got less screen time. She's basically just a generic cutout copy of every other teen girl character that's on TV. She was trying to have sex on Turner's couch, so bold move her, I guess. I like her friendship with Turner, and as long as they don't try to turn it into an awkward "I'm a boy youre a girl let's kiss" kind of romantic situation, I think their friendship could be a strong point in this show.

I don't think Cullen actually did anything interesting the entire episode besides using walkie-talkies to send the cops to a different stairwell and telling Harvey Dent to shove it with his performative allyship (which was an absolutely correct thing to assume and good for Cullen for not falling for the good-cop routine).

Harper was kind of the leader of her, Duela, and Cullen. I say kind of because Duela pretty much does whatever she wants, but it seemed like when there was a decision to be made, Harper was the one making it. She was protective of Cullen but didn't seem to particularly care for Duela, which, understandable, since Duela was the one who got them the job that ended up framing them for Bruce Wayne's murder. I'm hoping we see Harper in more of a leadership position in the group because if Turner is the leader they're screwed.

Now, my favorite character was Duela, because she was the only one who was actually entertaining! She was by far the most violent of all the kids, consistently starting fights (and winning them), she was smart, as evidenced by her asking for a lawyer when she got arrested, and then talking Harvey and the cop guy in circles. She's noticeable, which was pretty important in this bland milquetoast show.

Carrie Kelly is Robin and she has trig with Turner and that's about it for her. I'm really hoping for more of her in the next episode. I'm really hoping for more of anything, at this point.

Last but not least, Harvey Dent! Misha Collins himself! He's kind of weak sauce! (Harvey, not Misha). He's upset because Bruce died. He says that he's basically Turner's uncle. He could have shown a little more emotion over Bruce's death if he was close enough to Bruce to basically call him his brother, but nope! There was no emotion there. I think this show might be allergic to emotion, honestly.

Somehow it felt like the episode was rushed yet nothing happened. Everything felt unimportant. Every plot point felt like a box that was being checked or an ingredient added that would hopefully add up to a very delicious cake. Unfortunately, the cake did not turn out well. The literal Batman died and the show was just like, oh well :)

Anyway, I'm gonna watch the next episode because I have a feeling this show is like an airplane crash on top of a train wreck and I just can't wait for what happens next! My standards are pretty low when it comes to shows; my most important criteria is Be Entertaining. If you can't hold my interest because watching paint dry would be a more fun way to spend my time, then I'm going to move on. I'm enough of a Batfam stan to keep watching, but it had better get a move on before I get bored and move on to something else (like the nine hundred other shows I have on my watchlist. And yes, I did have fun cutting out the images).

[littlewalken]

may 7

Got several creative half ideas to do depending on the time and if I'm home situation. As hard as it is to try an organize my notes for one of them it will be good for my brain.

Still having to put other things on hold for an IRL situation out of my control. I know the moment I make a mess that only tiny girl can get thru a giant repair person will also need to get in.

I think I will be parting with more physical books. When I can go thru them.

The dollhouse is going to move to a more visible place in my room. Haven't set it up yet, yay migraines, but I still need to put something under it to get the ground floor off the regular floor so it'll attract less dust bunnies in their kitchen.

I thought the two figaro chains I had put my charm bracelet charms on would do them, looks like I'll have to redo it again. Can't say if we're going back to three chains of double charm spaces or I'll be taking apart the figaros and making one bracelet of just long double links. Time to think about that.

Well...

Actually I should believe I have to put the broom charm back on my bracelet and be prepared to declare shenanigans. Which month's rent receipt do you want to prove the assistant manager with a stack of them on her desk didn't process ours?

Yeah. We're going there today.

Do not make me have to find my disabled card neither. While she knows we're on disability, had to do all the income checking stuff, and rental assistance, she doesn't know what my disability is because it's invisible and unless it's about accommodations you really can't easily and outright ask.

My memory wasn't affected and my probably on the spectrum ass is so structure happy that my rent amount, yay money orders, regularly comes out of my bank account and I have years of receipts and stubs.

So as I said, which month for this place do you want.

And our state just passed a bill where yo have to scream from the mountain tops why you are kicking a tenant out without a legal reason because you want to move friends or family or similar bullshit in.

Our only request was downstairs and not by the pool or playground. This wasn't the only downstairs unit ready at the time.

And this is not the only 'something's going on' going on apparently.

*What's going on is someone's email reading comprehension is for shit and it was just an automated message to remind us that late fees can occur.

But the saga of mis remembering a number by someone who easily confuses directions and what not continues and looks like it will until we leave this place if not for the rest of their lives because they refuse to understand something that we just got the print out for.

Didn't help that the fish store is still out of cleaner skrimps.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Monday, March 25th, 2024!

6:02am: I feel good! Woke up too early but I feel nice :) can't reminisce on things too much, just gotta think of the reality of the situation (he's love bombing her and also he just sucks in general and probably literally still has no money saved up I mean really think about it, when he says he can't afford x thing, it's not bc he doesn't want to dip into his savings, like myself, but because he probably has -$34.82 in his bank account from overdraft fees off a circle k run 👀💀👀🥶) yeahhhhh I'll be damned if they move out together bruh it's gonna be a N + T situation fs where she probably gets pregnant and they gotta move back home the only difference is they would be completely toxic 😬 tbh I hope it doesn't come to that, but I'm just saying.

Random but I noticed he still has so many pictures of me up on his fb 🫢 like I'm genuinely shocked how's he getting away with that lmao but whatever. When I get a man, he's not even gonna know who he is, which is the best way to start a relationship 💅👑

Gotta stay on my grind today 💪 you got this

12:33pm: yay done with class. Still blocked, but tbh no news is good news, stay over there fam, I'm hibernating before hot girl summer 😴

[the-firebird69]

People are sitting here staring and being fat f****** assholes they have nothing to do all day long I have millions and billions of dollars and they can't afford a laundry machine so going to take their money they're going to suck wind there's another thing I want it done I want every credit card of theirs in and every piece of cash they have at every house so follow me around f*** around me they have laundry equipment at their house they even put a laundry machine next door I want these f****** to have nothing sitting here tormenting me trying to say it and getting stuff and it never works they just keep doing it cuz they're stupid as s***

Zues Hera

Sounds going everyday yay you f****** morons falling around and every day someone blows her brains out after they do their stupid s*** dance here every stupid f****** day these guys lose practically three quarters or whatever they had I have no idea how they get it back you should just make sure they never get anything back so they don't come back here

Thor Freya

We're also watching what they're doing out of town or going after them and we're taking every single one of them down not going to let them have a thing you're so God damn stupid it hurts can't believe it they're freaking winners they're going out to their businesses they're going to take them from them because they're such a huge assholes can't stand them anymore the one of the leg up for everything just absolutely no reason to do it we don't have any motivation to do it if you want machines you should probably make them but we have to have the population have some boy you people are pain in the ass this guy says he has a business doing canvas and s*** hasn't done anything for 10 years 10 years of doing absolutely nothing bunch of usswads. It's kind of like this we're going to watch them die but boy what an annoying crew these whims and they come up and they bother him they won't do anything they need to start saying stuff like a bunch of f****** huge huge f***** I'm saying is I want every account and I want it now so who's actually poor so we're going to go into your houses and we're going to grab their cash and we're going to grab there safe sit their businesses I'm going to grab their stashes out in the woods of money I'm going to grab their stashes of their money in their cars going to grab their bank account numbers and the computers I mean this is ridiculous

Thor Freya

I'm kind of had enough of them saying we're getting to him and we're going to get stuff issuing orders because you're getting to people and those orders get followed and then we're not really sure what you mean by doing something for yourself

Mac Daddy

Really shooting orders right now haven't taken out a bunch of dweebs bunch of homos man my gosh are they f****** lame bunch of prancing little b****** we get stuff we get stuff that's what they're doing that's all they're saying we get stuff you're prancing all over town saying it screaming and yelling that they get stuff and they're losing huge areas and tons of equipment never does anything it's ridiculous behavior

Zues Hera

I have to tell you this is honking a****** out there too and he said he's going after everything and they know about him but still few people sit here threatening and you you lose every single time there's no Lucky strike you haven't found one Lucky strike cigarette inside any Lucky strike box inside of any lugging strike carton it's been years and years and years of this God damn b******* granted you don't work you don't do anything that's technically confident and you don't know how to build stuff and your mooches but seriously they're cutting off your own legs and your arms and sure it sounds like you have ai so people are going to go after you for your AI

Hera

Olympus

[ovrstims]

niggas obsess over me. bitch i’m a baddie i get what i want!! niggas proudly admit that they love me left and right. i’m pretty asf in everyone’s eyes, i’m the baddest bitch attracting other bad bitches with ease. of course i’m the blueprint, bitches wanna be me. people dream about me, people scheme about me, niggas can’t breathe without me. i get what i want, when i want it, no matter what! nobody can say no to me. ppl happily express how much they want me and my body. i smell good as shit, ppl sniff the air when i walk by. i’m naturally blessed with head turning beauty, niggas cant help but stare. men do what i say no matter what in an attempt to win a chance with me, wtf would they be without me? i have a fat ass & a clean wet healthy 🐱

i’m the luckiest bitch alive. i’m the first choice and without a doubt i’m always in first place, how can i lose? nobody compares to me. i’m always getting invited to the craziest parties and i’m always allowed to go. people would do anything for me. niggas wanna eat me out and are so proud about it lmaoo, what can i say? i’m irresistible. every passing day i’m breaking records for being wildly beautiful. my beauty is news worthy. i get whatever i like whenever i like from whoever i like no matter what. circumstances literally don’t matter. nobody tries to fw me. i receive money for doing anything, as simple as waking up, breathing, and even standing. i got a fat ass, small waist, and an overall delicious sexy body. i love the way i look in the mirror. admiring myself in the mirror is my favorite hobby. my money so damn longggg, i got bags and bags full of cash. my bank account is flooded, my pockets are overflowing, i’m stacking money where the ceiling be. everyone loves my style and clothing taste. i always have money for clothes no matter how expensive. i always have the best clothes, my wardrobe is filled with my desired style of clothing. i have accessories to match my clothing. i always find stylish elegant necklaces, earrings, piercings, shoes, bracelets, and rings to match my clothes and my desired style. people are obsessed with me and my style. i have a sexy ass voice, it’s hypnotizing niggas left and right; no wonder they can’t help but do what i say. i’m always the sexist and prettiest girl in the room no matter where i am. nobody outshines me in a room. people in crowded hallways part when they see me, it’s like second nature for me to be given special princess treatment.

I love looking in the mirror, my appearance is literally my top number one love. i always attract tatted niggas with big dicks, i can see it clearly on soft through their pants🤭. my socials are blowing up non stop; can’t blame niggas for loving me. i get millions of followers, subscribers, likes, views in a day. i’m always walking into opportunities to achieve money. people literally hand me money no matter what i do. i’m always finding ways to make money. people wanna be around me all the time, they be begging me to stay. people can’t stand being left without me. i have big boobs, and a plump ass butt. i a baddie so ofc i have baddie friends. there are literal lines of people waiting to be my friend. friends come to me easily. i’m an undeniable 10/10 even on a bad day. people always ask me how i stay so damn sexy. people always message me and go out of their way to find me to figure out my beauty secrets. “how you always stay hot” is a line i hear on the daily. i’m at the top. i’m the prettiest, the sexist, the smartest, the richest, in any room i enter. fake bitches exit my life stage left. i attract people who genuinely like me and who genuinely enjoy my company. i’m the baddest in any room i enter. i’m such a pretty bitch people think i’m a model, yay free paparazzi!! i’m so proud of how much i’ve accomplished. i’m going viral bitches!!! i always attract men with cars. i always attract big dick men with cars to drive me around and do whateverrrr i want !! niggas offer to drive me around just to spend time with me. i’m a pretty bitch with a big ass butt, i got a gorgeous face with no waist! i love being everyone’s biggest temptation.

[astramthetaprime]

Dark Times, Dark Thoughts

Okay, so.  Bit of an update first.

So this past week I followed up on the job interview thing, and they set me up for an interview on Saturday.  Writing this on Sunday morning, btw.  Anyway.  So I was feeling hopeful, it got me through this past week of training at the work-at-home job, the thought I could get out of this situation and get a job that paid better.  It literally got me through.  But I did the training, bearing in mind that the job interview may not end up in a job.  *Think ahead, kids.  Don’t assume something is a done deal until you have signed paperwork in hand.  I’m serious.*  

Went to the interview yesterday, felt pretty good about the whole thing, the two ladies who did the interview were nice.  I was honest -- I don’t know how to be any way other than honest.  I would prefer daytime work but could do evenings, could work any days of the week, wanted full time.  Thought things were going pretty well.  Then they took me in to speak to the store manager.  

I asked for $15 on my application.  *The job on offer pays $11.25 / hr, less than what I’m making right now.*  

So I said no.  

If I can’t live on what I’m making right now, damn straight I can’t live on less.  

So I came home.  And I’m truly back to square one.  I’ve got OJT for the work-at-home job this week.  For a job I don’t want because I can’t handle talking on the phone.  Because of my Autism.  

I want so badly to quit anyway.  I don’t think I can put in words here how much I dread this job coming up.  Yay Alexithymia.  I feel like my chest has been hollowed out.  But it could just be physical hunger, I haven’t eaten much since yesterday.  And it’s cold in here so I’m shaking.  So who knows.  

Autopay on my electric bill failed this past week since there wasn’t enough in my bank account.  I had thought this past Friday was payday and it wasn’t, so it’s this coming Friday and I had to do something dishonorable to find some money for groceries.  So I’ll be doing that today sometime.  

And for a truly dark and uncharacteristically racist thought, I’m fairly certain that the state of TN doesn’t approve food stamps for single white people with jobs precisely because we are single white people with jobs.  If one is the opposite of that it seems to be a foregone conclusion.  I guess we don’t need to eat?  I have been trying that lately, but not voluntarily.  

Feel free to unfollow me for this.  It’s not my normal mindset.  But as you will.  Pretty sure no one is reading this anyway.

So I spent several hours last night tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep (”I’ve got to sleep, I’ve got to sleep, *I’ve got to sleep*) and finally kicked my ass off the hamster wheel and tried to think.  What can I do, what positive steps can I take now?  I’m going to be under more stress, I’m going to need to take care of myself more, and I have no money to do so.  The anxiety is going to be worse, how can I deal with that without asking for anxiety meds from the doctor?  I’ve got Genji’s yearly shots coming up last of January, how am I going to pay for that?  And don’t give up on trying to get a better job.  

(Momentary pause for brief bout of nausea and crying.)

Statistics say that 85% of autistic adults are unemployed.  

If I fail to keep a job, I will lose everything I have.  The house I built.  I’d have to give Genji up.  I’d have to sell or throw away almost everything I own.  I would be at best living in my car.  A 15 year old Honda hatchback.  How long would that last, I wonder?  I would be homeless and begging on the street.  I am not catastrophizing.  This is what would happen.  

For once, just once in my life, I’d like to make an unforced choice.  I would like to not be penalized for prioritizing my own health and wellbeing.  I would like some kind of support and guidance.  But it ain’t going to happen and I’m out of answers.  

[luxflora]

had a dental bill come in this week & my car battery died yesterday & im getting ready for a hardcore week at work (yay money boo stress & survival rations & sleep deprivation) and i've been super stressed out about money but i get paid on friday & the preview is showing up in my bank account now & i might cry bc it's A Decent Amount and it'll definitely cover the car battery & i might still be able to get the stuff i was gonna take off my budget bc of the car 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dambit-like-gambit]

🧡 September 2022 Hyperfixations 🧡

I thought it might be fun to keep track of these things!! Why? Well, because my brain is changing so often, I feel like I lose so much of what I actually enjoyed and how quickly things changed. This is my way of documenting it for myself, but also in a fun way for the like 2 people who actually enjoy my stuff and not just the things I reblog 🤣 Anyhow, on with the content!

This was a “slow month” because it was full of yard work and homework, but, in being neurodiverse, of course I still had obsessions/hyperfixations ✌️

Book:

Good Omens by Sir Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

TV:

Takin’ Over the Asylum (1994)

Doctor Who (9th and 10th specifically)

Good Omens (2019)

Broadchurch (UK version) - didn’t get far

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Film:

The Phantom Menace (1999)

Attack of the Clones (2002)

Revenge of the Sith (2005) - I refused to finish this one because it’s too sad

Actors:

David Tennant

Michael Sheen

Hayden Christensen

Ewan McGregor

Other Updates:

I decided to explore my gender identity / expression again!!

I “blink and you miss it” changed my name lol; I still like the name Anakin, but idk if it’s an every-day kind of name? We’ll see

I quit a job I hated after going through a long, long process of application, interview, background check, etc. for a job I think I’ll really like! It starts the first work week of October, so the initial review will be in next month’s post

For the first time since I graduated high school, I had enough money in my bank account that I actually felt proud instead of disappointed in myself

I started a new medication, and messed around with dosages, without having an anxiety attack over it (I did have attacks, just not over THAT lol)

I got a new diagnosis that actually makes sense for a lot of aspects of my existence: BPD, or BPD traits (my psych and I are of differing opinions on severity atm). So, now we’ve got GAD, ADHD, and BPD … lots of D’s for an afab person (I know, I think I’m funny)

Started a cosplay project while obsessed with Star Wars… I hope to finish it because Halloween is coming up and idk who else to be except the person I spent over $300 to look like (*cough* ALMOST-NAMESAKE *cough* ANAKIN *cough*)

Cut my hair… this should not be surprising to people who know me offline. This occurs once every 2 or so years. This time I still love it EVEN MORE nearly a month later!! That’s the new part! And, so what if it’s a mullet? Fuck off, if y’all lust after Obi-Wan while he had a mullet, why can’t someone do the same for me? 😡

Lost more weight, in a healthy way! Well… mostly. For a time I lost like 10-15 lbs in a week because I wouldn’t/couldn’t eat, but that was due to thinking I was going to lose my job, so that doesn’t count. Otherwise, I lost fat-weight and gained muscle-weight by doing yard work all month!! Yay!! (Except for the yard work part; landscaping in a desert climate sucks)

Got my wisdom teeth taken out FINALLY!! And saw a dentist for the first time since Pre-pandemic!! Woah!! — I got the teeth out because it was perfect to do so during the transition between jobs, and now I can start my Invisalign journey once I’m fully healed!

[thecupcakeconsumer]

Seeing Red pt. 1 - Injection

A/N: Welcome to part one of a five-part series about the same Claybourne reader and Hi as my others. Enjoy!

Part 1 (You are here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Request: @writers-block0o0​ asked for some more with the same Claybourne reader, with the question “what if she was a Viral too?” She's still Hi's girlfriend, but this is less about them as a couple and more about her!

Navigation: Masterlist is here.

Taglist: @writers-block0o0​. Tell me if you want to be added, because I’d love to add you.

Summary: Something's up with your half-brother, and there's no telling what it is. With his new job at Candela Pharmaceuticals, you expect him to be concerned with his work, but that doesn't explain how much time he's been spending in your father's study.

Warnings: There's no swearing in here! Not that I can tell, anyway, which is really quite surprising. However, it does contain needles, blood mentions, and vomiting, so there's always that.

Word Count: 2,345. Yes, really.

Other Notes: Female reader, and yes, this will have a part two! (Spoiler alert: it’s going to be a series.)

Something was up with Chance Claybourne.

Living almost alone with his half-sister, one didn't see him much around the house, but recently he had spent a suspiciously long amount of time in his father's study.

Our father's study, you tried to remind yourself, padding along the hallway in your socks, exhausted.

You walked by the door to the study, before pausing a moment and putting your ear to the door.

“Useless!” muttered Chance under his breath, the distinct thump on the desk what could only be him hitting it. “It makes no sense.”

Footsteps that started to near the door signaled not only that your brother was wearing shoes in the house, but that he was going to exit, and you scrambled away from the door, walking back so it would appear that you were approaching the study again.

The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, and Chance stormed out, startling when he saw you so close before starting to near you.

Backing away instinctively, you asked nervously, “Chance, why are yo- what's that in your hand?”

The long metal tip that was pointed out from his hand could only have been that of a syringe, and, terrified, you yelped as he pushed you against the wall.

“I'm sorry.”

He knocked you up the back of your head, sharply forcing your head forward and causing you to black out for a moment from the sudden loss of oxygen to your brain.

When you came to a few moments later, you were on the floor, your brother nowhere to be seen, and feeling the same as you had a moment ago but trepidation crawling its way through your skin.

What did he to to me?

Walking into the kitchen the next day after school, your eyes darted around the room, looking for what was out of place in the usually spotless room.

You saw it.

Raw ground beef, unwrapped but still on its tray, dripping.

Gross.

Who would leave that out? Unless it was a subliminal message telling you to cook dinner, there was no reason to have such a thing on the counter.

It looks good.

You froze, your eyes focusing on it, the urge making you want to vomit.

No, no, no, that's disgusting, there is no way I'm eating that. Realizing suddenly how close you had come, standing in front of the counter before even knowing that you had moved, you backed away.

To the other side of the counter.

Out of the room, for good measure.

What was that?

You walked decisively to your room, closing the curtains, before sitting down on your bed and pulling out your homework, hoping to take your mind off of what had just happened.

It was a shame that algebra wasn't intellectually stimulating enough to absorb you fully and keep you from your thoughts.

What had just happened in the kitchen was most definitely not normal. While it was a tendency of yours to check what was in the fridge right after getting home from school, you never would have pulled out any raw meats, nor noticed them as you just had.

So what had it been that possessed you in that instant, to think that the globs that were useless unless cooked were something that you wanted to eat?

“Y/N?”

“Chance?” What are you doing home? “Buzz off.”

You were still mad at him over what had happened yesterday, though you still weren't sure of how much of that you had imagined. After all, since what happened with the Gamemaster, you had had far too many intrusive thoughts and imagined being knocked out by a stranger in a thousand ways.

It wouldn't have been the first time.

Then, “I thought you were working late?”

“I got off early.”

It seemed too convenient.

“When did you get home?”

“Just a couple of minutes before you.”

“You left something on the counter.”

“Did I? I'm surprised you noticed.”

You scowled at the door suspiciously before proceeding to ignore the person on the other side in favor of silently wondering why he had been acting so strange recently without his voice to prompt more questions.

Lunch had never been so awkward as it was here, sitting with Ben, Tory, Shelton and, of course, Hi, and it certainly wasn't because of the conversation.

Oh, no. While it wasn't always interesting, the attitudes of everyone made any discussion topic into something far more passionate than it usually was. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that you couldn't bring yourself to eat the food in front of you, and the first bite of your salad had almost made you gag.

In fact, you'd been nauseous even before that, almost passing out in the hall and catching yourself just in time on your way to the cafeteria.

“He was too,” argued Hi, as you tuned in to the conversation, before pulling out his English textbook, turning to the page on which Shakespeare's portrait was and holding it up to his face. “Wherefore art thou, oh opium? A poppy by any other name would taste as sweet. Perhaps I doth need to eat some more of this.”

Shelton and Tory snickered while Ben groaned at his impression of the English poet, complete with a ridiculous accent, but you didn't even crack a smile.

“Y/N?” Hi poked you on the arm which was holding up your head. “That was hilarious. Why aren't you laughing?”

“Sorry, it was so funny I forgot to laugh,” you replied bitterly, glaring at the back of some random student's head for lack of any better place to look.

Your boyfriend looked from you to Ben. “She's behaving like you, Blue. Which can only mean one thing, and that's that you infected her with your updog!”

“Shut up, Hi. That didn't work the last fifty times, what makes you think it'll work now?”

At least I'm not the only person in a foul mood. Shame it wasn't as common for you as it was for the oldest of your friend group.

“I'm going to the washroom,” you announced abruptly, standing and ignoring how you almost collapsed.

“Don't fall in! I love you but there's a line!” called Hi as you left.

Though grateful for the quiet that started to bring back your appetite, it certainly wasn't a salad that you were hungering for.

Like the other day, all that you wanted was meat, and the very thought was disconcerting as you turned and entered the bathroom, going to the sink and washing your hands, hoping the coolness of the water would help to jerk you back into reality.

Looking up at the mirror, what you saw caused you to blink rapidly, not convinced that it could be real.

You leaned forward to try and see more clearly what you had thought you had seen – a fringe of vibrant red around your iris, the flecks seeming to fade before your, well, eyes.

I must be imagining things.

“Y/N?” Tory frowned at you concernedly from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you. “Everything okay? That time of the month?”

Desperate for any way to explain what was happening, you found yourself nodding in agreement.

“Want some chocolate?”

Chocolate. The very thought was repulsive for some reason, tinging your skin with green as the nausea you had managed to distract yourself from worked its way to the surface, and you scrambled to move into a stall before chucking up what little you had managed to eat.

“This isn't just your period, is it?” asked Tory, holding back your hair. “Does it have something to do with Hi? You’re not as you usually - did the two of you?” 

“Jesus Christ, no! I think it's just a stomach bug. Probably just a twenty-four hour thing. I'll stop in at the nurse's office and get some Pepto, I should be fine.”

“Can I grab you anything? Are you sure you want to stay the rest of the day?” If there was one thing that could be said for Victoria Brennan, it was that she cared – and while her compassion was a comfort on most days, right now you just wanted her to leave you alone. “Do you want to come back and sit with us?”

Shaking your head, you replied, “I'll be fine. I think I'm just going to walk around a little bit before class starts.”

“What should I tell the boys?”

“I don't care. I'm in a dramatic love affair with Jason Taylor and you caught us in a steamy make out session in the science lab,” you suggested sarcastically, before moving to the door and leaving to collect your thoughts.

Privately.

What's Jason got that I don't? was the first thing you saw upon opening your phone, a joking text from Hi that he had sent at lunch.

You were seated in the passenger seat of Chance's car, the drive seeming excessively long, when it happened.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment and begged you to let it go faster, to give in to something distinctively animal, and without hesitation you embraced it.

Your vision seemed to clear, and you caught your reflection in the mirror, eyes gleaming red.

Shit.

It wasn't just your imagination. Something was distinctly wrong, and you turned to stare pointedly out the window, desperate to ensure that your brother wouldn't notice.

The drive home was too short. You couldn't risk whatever sort of episode you were having not ending before you got there.

You needed a different destination, and quick.

What Tory had said earlier was what first came to mind.

“I need to go to the drug store.”

Even looking out the window, you could practically feel your brother's suspicious glance. “Why?”

“I need supplies.”

“What supplies?” he pressed.

“Supplies,” you emphasized, hearing the breath Chance sucked in as he realized what you meant.

It might make the awkward drive longer, but it would give you more time to try and snap out of whatever you were going through, the car's air freshener becoming so suffocating that you rolled down the window.

Whatever you were going through, it was suspiciously close to what Hi had described when he was talking to you about flaring, and that was what scared you the most.

How would he react?

How does he snap out of this? Once he had described how slapping Ben in the face had ended a flare, and experimentally, you lifted your leg before violently jamming it against the bottom of the glovebox.

SNUP

Well, that worked well.

“You good?” asked Chance, voice tentative as if somehow the implication that you were on your period made you suddenly prone to lashing out at any given opportunity.

Eyes no longer red, you turned to meet his. “Yes. Just fine.”

As if. Something was wrong. And considering that it probably had something to do with whatever he had done to you the other day, it was probably best if you didn't tell him.

For some reason, the syringe didn't seem so much like your imagination any more.

Eleven o'clock, the numbers at the top of your phone screen read.

Late. Late enough that nobody would see you for several more hours.

Late enough that it was safe to slip out of bed and go into the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door before turning to the mirror.

Before you lost your courage, you closed your eyes, trying to summon the feeling that had overwhelmed you in the car.

Animal. Letting go of what you thought was right, forgetting about school.

Forgetting about everything but your instincts.

It came almost too easily.

SNAP

Flare.

You inhaled deeply, the smell of the bar of soap in the dish on the counter sharp and bitter, eyes now able to distinguish the slimmest of cracks threatening to form in the porcelain of the sink.

It was exhilarating. It was wild.

And it was terrifying how easily it had come.

“Y/N Claybourne,” you whispered, your name seeming twice as loud as it should have been in the otherwise silent room, all of your senses heightened.

There was no hiding from it. Something was wrong with you.

Something that seemed suspiciously similar to what the Virals had been going through, but your eyes weren't yellow.

They were red as blood.

It hadn't taken several days. It had come on almost instantly, but with the same symptoms.

Just… more control.

What is it? It couldn't be the same as what Hi and Ben and Shelton and Tory had gone through, but it was remarkably similar. It couldn't be the same virus - that had been eliminated along with Dr. Karsten.

It has something to do with Chance.

Shuddering as you felt bile rise to your throat, you turned off the light, the only thing you could see in the darkness the haunting reflection of the red eyes in the mirror, taunting you with questions that you weren't sure you could trust anyone to answer.

Frustrated, your fist reeled back, thumb on the outside as you Ben had taught you, before ramming into the glass of the mirror and shattering it.

SNUP

Your amplified strength had caused it to break with far more force than anticipated, shards starting to fall into the sink and the sharp pain enough to kill your flare. 

What was that?

You sucked in a ragged breath, blood starting to drip from your hand, before turning away, unlocking the bathroom door and crying out as you find a breathless Chance on the other side.  

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” you bit out, fighting the urge to look over your shoulder. “I'm going to bed.”

And with that, you pushed past him, ignoring his calls and idly brushing your hand to remove the shards of glass.

Breaking a mirror, you were alright with him finding.

Why? Not so much.

Let's hope he never finds out.

You could only pray that he wouldn't notice how much more force it took to make such a break than you possessed.

A/N: That’s done. And there we go! Thanks for reading. Leave a like or comment? Part two is here!

[manonblaqkbeak]

Sugar, sugar

(genuinely hate coming up with titles lol)

this is just rowaelin being pining idiots, one of my fave tropes for day 11--delayed love confession

just a note, the lifestyle in this fic is more of a background note and doesnt really take centre stage in this fic. it’s one ive been tempted to write for a while tbh but didnt really get around to it until now

cw: very, very light smut (like barely non existent, but just in case), a lil bit of swearing

enjoy! :)

3k words (officially my longest fic, yay!)

Every thought in Aelin's mind was blank. She trudged through her apartment that she shared with Nehemia, absentmindedly kicking off her heels that Rowan purchased for her months ago. Then the light jacket she wore joined the shoes, the fabric was perfectly soft and perfect for the autumn chill.

It was yet another piece of item that Rowan purchased for her. A lot of the things she had know were thanks to Rowan, either from his own wallet or from the biweekly allowance he sent her—a generous allowance that was a thousand times better than her weekly paycheck from the bookstore she'd been working at since she turned twenty-two; her business degree had turned out to be useless and so she turned to the bookstore that had been her stable job for three years.

Aelin barely touched her weekly wage now, it was practically buried underneath the money the Rowan gave her.

Because Rowan Whitethorn, thirty-five and a successful CEO who was well known, was her sugar daddy. Had been now for fourteen months. But he was more than that, more than just a man that paid her to spend time with him. He respected her, was loyal to her, listened to her and responded with actual sentences instead of a word or two like other men she had dated. He was charming, didn't treat her like she was nothing but arm candy, and she knew him so well, as he knew her, and each fortnight she sometimes forgot their whole arrangement, but she was sharply reminded when she received the notification from her bank that the two and a half thousand dollars that Rowan sent her was now in her savings account.

When she agreed to their arrangement after several get-to-know you dates, Rowan had wanted to give her three and a half grand every week, and gods Aelin had been tempted because she had never had so much money in her life, but told him that it was far too much and negotiated.

Two and a half thousand was the lowest that Rowan was willing to go, and even though Aelin only knew him for two weeks at that point, she could tell that he would not budge, so she agreed to the amount.

The first time that money had landed in her account, Aelin had thought that maybe she had imagined the whole thing, but the money was a sharp reminder of what she know was—a sugar baby. Those words still didn't feel like they applied to her.

And he still spent money on her when they spent time together. Just last week he gifted her with diamond earrings in the shapes of roses with a necklace to match. She wore them tonight, not because he bought them for her but because she genuinely loved the pieces.

Needing something sweet—despite the fact she had only finished her chocolate hazelnut gelato twenty minutes ago—she dug through her fridge and found the brownies that Nehemia had baked the other day. She told herself that she would leave some for her long-time friend, but Aelin really doubted that would happen.

Aelin relished in the cold air of the fridge as she found the new can of whipped cream on the top shelf. The fridge was one of the first things she purchased with the money she was now being gifted with (and after that came a new washer and dryer, a dish-washing machine and television. Almost everything in her apartment was brand new now, the food were actual brands instead of the generic, tasteless shit. She had bras that fit her properly and were so damned comfortable that she forgot she was wearing them half the time).

The old fridge was a cheap hunk of junk that she and Nehemia purchased off Facebook marketplace for a hundred dollars, it barely kept things cold, but with expensive rent and bills and general life things, Nehemia and her couldn't afford anything better.

Which was how she ended up in this situation. Picking up more shifts barely gave them anything extra, because the economy right now in Terrasen was shit. Nehemia had made a joke about needing sugar daddies, and Aelin, knowing that Nehemia could never really do such a thing, had decided that maybe it was a good idea.

Nehemia had told Aelin that she was insane for pursuing such a thing, and that she had only been joking, but Aelin was not and that she could handle herself if things went wrong.

Nehemia had told her not to do anything, but Aelin was determined and started her search. It had taken a while to find a website that was genuine and didn't make her feel like she had to scrub her eyes out with bleach.

She created her page in private, because she not only was Nehemia against the idea, but so was Elide and Lysandra—she didn't dare tell Aedion what she was doing. Her cousin could be an overprotective pain in her ass at times, and Aelin was very well aware that if Aedion caught wind of what she was doing, he would have locked her up in her room without any type of device so she couldn't go forward with her plan.

She appreciated their concern, she did, but she was a consenting, tax-paying adult, and if she wanted to use her time to get paid spending time with a rich man, then Aelin was allowed to do exactly that.

It wasn't prostitution, she had looked it up, because it was the sugar babies that had the power and so that was how it went with her and Rowan.

Aelin didn't even have sex with Rowan until it was the sixth month anniversary of her and Rowan's...relationship (and gods, it was the best sex Aelin ever had. Rowan was a generous and completely unselfish lover).

He was the first one she came across on the site and almost drooled down herself when she saw his picture. Silver hair, pine-green eyes, a beautiful tattoo down the length of his left arm and tanned skin, he was stupidly attractive and only ten years old than her.

Aelin messaged him first only after being on the site for ten minutes, deciding that surely he was the best one and that she needn't bother to look at any other candidates.

They hit it off straight away, and after deciding on a restaurant to meet at, Aelin had informed Nehemia of the matter, which she was promptly met with question after question: why can't a thirty-four year old man find someone his own age? Is he one of those men that can't date a woman five minutes older than him because of some stupid made up reason? How do you know for certain that it's him in the picture? What if he's cat-fishing you? What if he's a freak, or a killer? What if he's just pretending to be rich to kidnap you? What if, what if, what if?

And so after a heated discussion, Nehemia had come along on her date-that-wasn't-really-a-date and sat a few tables away from her and Rowan, watching them—especially him—the entire time like a hawk.

Aelin had completely forgotten that her friend was there, so enraptured by Rowan and what he did and how he saw life.

It had been fourteen months of seeing Rowan and genuinely enjoying spending time with him and weeks ago, she realised that she wanted it to be something more. That she had come to care for him, not because of the money, but purely because it was Rowan and he made her feel seen and he wasn't afraid of her, because she had once been told by an ex that she could be too much and that he couldn't handle all her baggage.

Aelin wanted a life with him.

So Aelin told Rowan she loved him when he dropped her off tonight after their dinner and a movie date, telling him how she felt, and he had said thank you. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and went home, leaving behind the pine-and-snow scent of him.

Aelin really wanted to find a hole to crawl into and die.

She was scarfing down her third brownie when Nehemia's bedroom door opened, her friend clad in an old matching pj set, her slippers shuffling across the tile.

“What happened? Are you okay?” her friend asked upon seeing Aelin's guttered look. Her dark brows furrowed. “Did that bastard hurt you? If he did, I'll—”

“He didn't do anything,” Aelin interrupted her friend. Taking the food, Aelin planted herself on the teal blue velvet sofa Rowan gave her for Yulemas last year, ignoring the scent of not just him, but of them both from when he came over after work just the other day with pizza and a DVD that she insisted that she watched because it was too good not to, when they forgot all about the movie as Rowan buried himself inside her, leaving hickeys all over her neck that she had to cover up with thick concealer.

Nehemia joined her on the couch, her friend momentarily forgetting for now that she had walked in on her and Rowan just moments after they finished, muttering under her breath in Eyllwe as she glared at them defiling the couch, and gave her a look that Aelin knew that Nehemia would listen to every word that came out from her.

And when Aelin was done recounting the story, all Nehemia could come up with was, “Oh.”

“Yes, 'oh,'. I've probably fucked up the whole thing. So don't be surprised if I call you on your lunch break tomorrow telling you he's broken things off.”

“Aelin, I don't think he will. I know that I'm not the biggest fan of your...situation—”

“I'm aware,” Aelin said, cutting her friend off. “You still won't let me buy you a new mattress, even though yours is hard as a brick and lumpy as hell. I've told you that you can pay me—”

“Aelin,” Nehemia said, “we're not talking about mattresses right now. As I was saying, I doubt he'll break things off because I've seen the way he looks at you. I still think he's too old for you, but he cares for you. You probably just caught him by surprise.”

“How does he look at me?” Aelin was observant, but sometimes when she was with Rowan, all her observation skills went out the window.

“Like he loves you,” Nehemia said, no hint of doubt in her voice.

Aelin sighed, her feelings slowly starting to crush her. “I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

Sighing once more, Aelin put the food back in the fridge, showered and went to bed, forgoing her usual night texting ritual with Rowan.

She really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.

X X X X X X

Rowan couldn't concentrate, which wasn't a good thing, since his job dealt with having to concentrate all the time. But no matter what mind-focusing techniques he did, he couldn't stop thinking about Aelin.

Couldn't stop thinking about how she said she was in love with him. How her beautiful eyes had been sparkling when she said those words to him. And how the light in them dimmed when he said thank you and kissed her on the cheek, telling her that he would talk to her later. But he hadn't texted her, nor did she.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you. He really couldn't believe that was what he said. Felt like an utter fool and a bastard as he realised he probably crushed her heart. Aelin didn't like being vulnerable, and she had been when she said those words and he had gone and fucked it all up.

Rowan loved Aelin, he did, but he truly wasn't prepared for those words. He loved how on the weekends they would be up at one am, baking chocolate goodies, dancing in the quiet kitchen, humming quietly to Aelin's classical music playlist, with her wearing not the nightgowns that he loved, but one of his old hoodies.

He didn't think that he would get along with her so well once they met, thinking that their online interactions were nothing but a fluke. He was moments away from deleting the profile because he didn't actually create it, but Fenrys had, his friend grumbling that he needed a girlfriend, with Rowan arguing that creating a profile on a sugar daddy site was not dating but probably the opposite, when Aelin messaged him.

His life-long friend didn't listen, much to Rowan's annoyance—but he didn't grab his phone out of his friends hand; Rowan blamed it on the several whiskys he had downed by that point.

Aelin bewitched him on that first meet up. She was intelligent as hell and funny, and creative and beautiful. He was aware of why she was on the date with him, but he didn't care, just as long as he got to see her again.

Fourteen months later and Rowan was still bewitched. He wanted to be with her on a permanent basis, but wasn't completely sure how to take that step.

Clearly, Aelin had taken that step for them, and Rowan was the worlds biggest moron.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you.

Groaning, Rowan turned away from his computer and looked at the skyline, ignoring the buildings to instead watch the puffy clouds drift by.

Aelin loved watching the clouds, loved stargazing, loved questioning about the universe and what the skies held.

He never really paid any of that stuff attention, not until he met her.

Rowan didn't want to lose her, didn't want her to think that he was about to break up with her over this. He had to see her, so he grabbed his keys and wallet, told his secretary to hold his calls for the rest of the day, and went to visit Aelin.

X X X X X X

It had been an usually busy day for a Wednesday and Aelin was glad for her lunch break as she trudged up to the roof of the shopping centre. She wasn't really allowed up here, but she wanted some fresh air and to feel the sun against her skin as she sat down and dug into her lunch—fast food, unfortunately for her, because she was so frazzled from last night that she completely forgot about making a pack lunch.

Rowan hadn't called her, or texted her. Not even an email had been sent her way.

Aelin hated that she felt so damned mopey. She was an independent woman, but gods, even a good morning text would have been fine.

She finished her lunch, popping several mints into her mouth to get rid of the onion taste, when the roof door crashed open and a familiar hulking figure came into view.

He must have spoken to Elide to find her here.

Aelin's brow furrowed. “Rowan, what are you doing here?” Oh gods, surely he wasn't going to break up with her, she still had hours to go; there'd be no way she could work if she had tears in her eyes.

Taking her hands in his, Aelin stood up. She steeled herself against whatever he was going to say.

“I love you, Aelin. I'm in love with you, too,” Rowan said, his eyes soft and full of genuine love. Aelin's heart shot up into her throat. “I want a life with you. I want us to buy a home, one that has warmth and character, and a big garden. I want a dog. And kids too, if you want, I know that you've never mentioned it, but if you don't want any then that is completely fine. I want to support you in whatever endeavors you want to take, and if you ever want to go back to university, then I'll support you, or if you want to find a way to use your business degree, I'll help you with that, too. Whatever you want Aelin, I'll give it to you, as long as you're by my side, I'll be happy.”

Aelin was silent for so long that Rowan thought that maybe he shocked her into silence. But eventually, she smiled, one that was dazzling in its beauty that it took his breath away.

“You love me?”

“I do, Aelin, I love you.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Rowan groaned at the amusement in her tone, in her eyes. “You're never going to let me live that down, are you?”

She smirked. “Definitely not. It'll be a nice story to tell our children...one day. For now, I think we should contend with being proper significant others.”

Rowan nodded, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because I need to get back to work, since I'm no longer accepting your allowances. I won't deny the use of your credit card, but other than that, you are no longer my sugar daddy.”

It was Rowan's turned to smirk, and it was the one that made her core clench. “How about I be 'daddy' instead?”

Aelin snorted, even as she clenched around nothing again. Smacking his arm lightly, Aelin kissed him. “Only if you behave,” she said against his lips, “and now I really need to go back to work.”

Rowan walked her back, their fingers laced together, and as she turned to say goodbye, Aelin said, “I'll see you later, daddy.”

Rowan groaned, and it took everything in him not to take her hand and into his car to have his wicked way with her.

By the time he thought of a response, Aelin was already back to work, helping a customer with an impressive stack of books in her arms.

But she knew he was still there, because the way she swayed her hips to the counter was all for him, and when she saw him watching her, Aelin winked, making Rowan's heart flutter in his chest.

He really did love her. And he would live with her teasing him for the rest of his life, just as long as she was with him.

[arrowpunk]

Feel free to ignore I just feel like putting this all together Somewhere

So the past couple of weeks have had so many things happen to me

-Scheduled my surgery (Insurance won't cover it I've gotta go into approximately $13,000 in medical debt, or come up with that amount 2 weeks before surgery) (I'm just happy it's scheduled tbh)

-Landlord screwed me and my roommate over majorly and now we have to pay to rent the place out for another month at an inflated rate even tho neither of us live there anymore (UGH)

-Got moved in to the new place, new place is lady from church's basement, kind woman who isn't charging me rent b/c she wants me to be able to save money (Yay! Thank the Lord for this woman or I would be living out of my car)

-Reconnected with one of my uncles? Learned a bunch of family shit that was kept hush hush and secret from specifically me and my siblings, but really shouldn't have been??? Glad I know now?? It's a whole thing, anyway reconnecting with my uncle was nice, turns out he and his wife are on a similar deconstruction/reconstruction journey w/ evangelical Christianity

-Partner moved in with me!!! (This is Wonderful and I am So Very Happy about it)

-Found out that uh. Apparently. Without asking me. My parents are gonna change their will so if they die I get full custody of all of my younger siblings??? Tried explaining to my mom that I didn't want that, and wouldn't be able to do a good job of that if that ever did need to happen. Was completely brushed off. So that's a thing now. Here's hoping my parents don't die in a freak accident because I would not handle becoming a single mother/sister to my siblings that are still at home very well

-My desktop tower died, so now I need to buy a new one (Approximately $1300-$1500, cannot afford this right now, gotta wait like 2-3 paychecks for this thing, rip to my ability to do art for the next month and crap I have no fucking idea how I'm gonna run DnD w/o a working desktop b/c all my Stuff is on there and I cannot run it from my phone I think my brain would shrivel up and die if I tried to do that)

-Found a Different aunt and uncle(?) online b/c I wanted to try to reconnect, uncle(?) is now using they/them pronouns and I feel so bad for finding this out it wasn't on purpose, as far as I know they are not out to the family, because most of this family is Very Conservative and it would not go well, have now tried contacting them to let them know I saw but also let them know that do not worry I will not out them to any family members of course but oof I'm so sorry I saw that I know I wasn't supposed to see that. I wish there was a non-gendered word for aunt/uncle because I don't know what else to Use for them right now

Anyway just So Much has happened within the span of like a week and a half, the last 5 things on that list happened within the last 4 days so yeah, there's a good amount of good stuff and also a good amount of crappy stuff and then a good amount of ???? I don't even know how to feel about it stuff

So I sure am feeling some kind of way about the state of my life right now, mostly just stressed about the state of my bank account lol because I was getting pretty happy w/ feeling financially semi-secure, and then was hit with a bunch of bills all at once and now it's just oh shit guess who really needs to be super careful with spending for the next like many many months, main worry is w/ the loan I need to take out for the surgery, not knowing if the amount I'm gonna have to pay monthly on that is gonna be bad enough that I won't be able to find a place to rent b/c can't afford paying on the loan and rent. But anyway I'm sure things will work themselves out eventually. Just a bit stressful right now but I'll be fine

[girlucifer]

the gang moves go the suburbs but its lucifer and simeon:

*lucifer is done with his brothers as they have pushed him to yet another breaking point- leviathan summoned lotan again, mammon didn't pay the bills and now the electricity is off for the next 48 hours, asmodeus threw a party and the entire house is a mess- whatever the cause, lucifer has to find some other place NOW!

*simeon is just hanging out when lucifer shows up unexpectedly to purgatory hall. luke is like get OUT you are not welcome here . . . and solomon's like lucifer yay you are here make a pact with me also eat my fucking cookies [holds out a hockey puck]. lucifer’s like, yeah ok bad idea- not sure why i came here. i’m going to some hotel, goodbye all! cue simeon being like wait bestie i have an idea

*simeon and lucifer head to the demon lord's castle and strike up a deal with barbatos to live in one of the many rooms for a month. mammon and the bros find out and get all up in lucifer's business. they’re like: lucifer we're the best you’re ever gonna get, you're gonna hate it here its gonna be the worst you won’t last a month. lucifer’s like: mmfuckyoufuckyou you wanna bet money boy? if i last a month, i’m canceling your credit card. if i don’t- which won’t happen- you get to control my bank account for a month. how about that. mammon’s like fucking DEAL!

*simeon's like hey lucifer hey lucifer it would be crazy if i moved in too 👉👈 unless...? and he moves in solely because he does not want lucifer getting with diavolo. lucifer’s like [simmering with rage] fine simeon you can stay in the room adjacent to mine but if you fuck me over me i’m going to banish your ass to the nether realm

*day 1 - simeon plays housewife while lucifer goes to work at RAD. lucifer comes home and simeon's dusting his room- it’s completely spotless, his shoes shined, his clothes folded, his bed done, and to top it off, simeon made a little cute dinner of mac n cheese for the two of them. lucifer is like wow simeon this is amazing thank you so much! to simeon who’s like [#^^#] the two enjoy dinner and comment how nice and quiet it is- no solomon cooking grotesque food smelling up the whole house, no leviathan screaming at his video games and no satan trying to curse lucifer... peace and quiet. lovely.

*simeon and lucifer spend their first night in the demon lord’s castle. it seems nice and all at first- until simeon hears the faint screams and groans of someone far beneath the castle floors and becomes worried, terrified even. he almost wants to go out and find out- what could be causing it? of course he's heard of the rumors that barbatos tortures victims deep in the guts of the castle but surely, it's all nonsense. right? all the while lucifer hears diavolo's pager going off every 10 minutes. it’s like a little chirp, signaling diavolo to some devildom matter that needs his attention. does diavolo never sleep or something? lucifer muffles the sound by pressing the pillow into his face.

*the next morning, lucifer's like simeon did you hear the constant beeping? jesus christ that shit’s annoying. and simeon's like yeah!! but honestly i found the screams much more worrisome... and lucifer’s like screams? simeon: yeah, like someone being tortured- it was freaky. tell me you heard them too? lucifer: ???  the two gloss over it and continue going about their days, all though their back aches from the stiff bed and heads pound from getting not enough sleep.

*day 8 - simeon cooks yet again mac n cheese. the first time was cute but lucifer asked: again? simeon's like yes! you liked it so much the first time so i thought it can be our thing :) simeon was so happy that lucifer ate it in silence. 

*lucifer now carpools with barbatos and diavolo, who keep bickering on which radio station to put on. lucifer wants to blow his brains out.

*simeon is home alone all day and gets a little stir-crazy. he decides to build a bookcase but quickly realizes he is not at all a handyman. lucifer walks in on simeon staring intently at blueprints among sawdust and hundreds of little nails. boards of wood are crudely glued together. lucifer notes simeon getting a bit unhinged. he heads to the pet store and gifts simeon a cute little hellhound. simeon gets all heart-eyes and exclaims: how adorable! he shall be named lucifer! [lucifer: no.] okay, then lucifer junior! [lucifer: ...fine]

*the noises at night won’t stop. SHUT UP SHUT UP GET OUT OF MY HEADDDD !!!

*barbatos and diavolo bicker again during the commute to RAD. rock! no pop! no- heavy metal! lucifer looks longingly out the window of the car, readying to jump out onto speeding traffic

*day 15 - half way there! lucifer and simeon sit down for another mac n cheese dinner. no words are exchanged. simeon gets up to do the dishes and lucifer follows, placing his bowl in the sink. the garbage disposal stops working, sending simeon to a spiral “I’M GOING TO FUCKING LOSE IT, LUCIFER!!!!!” lucifer sighs and shakes his head- “maybe... maybe this isn’t going to work out. i might lose the bet- but that means mammon controls my money. mammon, simeon! he’s going to ruin my fucking credit score!” “well, ok, we’re half way through. we just gotta keep going- you can do it lucifer! mwah!” the two bid each other goodnight, but sleep never comes. 

*the nonstop barking, the shit stains, the dog food everywhere. simeon's starting to break.

*[here lies lucifer jr. may he rest in peace]

*day 29 - simeon glares angrily at lucifer as he eats his mac n cheese reading the newspaper. lucifer catches his eye and gives a questioning look. simeon gets up and throws a stack of photos on the table- diavolo and lucifer eating at madame screams, ristorante six, hell’s kitchen- "youve been eating OUT? without ME??" lucifer replies upset, "you’ve been spying on me?!" "I SLAVE AWAY FOR YOU DAY AND NIGHT, CLEANING YOUR ROOM, MAKING YOU DINNER, AND YOU EAT OUT?? IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT LUCY LUCY LUCY, NEVER ABOUT ME! YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE DEAD DOG, YOU DIDNT EVEN NOTICE I CHANGED UP THE MAC N CHEESE!" lucifer narrows his eyes, standing up. "this is about THE FUCKING MAC N CHEESE? OF COURSE I NOTICED YOU CHANGED IT UP. YOU PUT MEAT HUNKS IN IT!!" simeon cackles maliciously. "meat hunks huh?... IT’S THE DOG LUCY. YOU'RE EATING LUCIFER JR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

*lucifer rushes to get his coat- “i can’t live with you here anymore i have gotta get out of this god-damnned place” and trips over a box of mac n cheese. he looks up to see a closed closet- he opens it to see hundreds of empty mac n cheese boxes tumbling down. “they’re store-bought?” “i... you just liked it so much, i couldn’t break the illusion” “you’re pathetic” “AND YOU AREN’T? YOU’RE ESCAPING TO HELL’S KITCHEN TO EAT DEVIL FRIES RATHER THAN FACING ME!”

*[scream] simeon widens his eyes- “THERE! THERE! did you hear that? it was the creepy scream! the creepy scream!” lucifer grabs the nearby fireplace poker: “NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE!!!! IVE BEEN HEARING IT THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME!!” simeon pouts- “then why didn’t you say anything?” “BECAUSE I HAAATTEEE YOOOUU!”

*just as lucifer was about to start swinging, with simeon gearing up to tackle the demon in front of him, the clock strikes midnight! confetti and poppers go off as mammon + his brothers walk in with a bottle of demonus, bright smiles upon their faces- “CONGRATS LUCIFER! YOU MADE IT THROUGH A MONTH! i had no idea you had it in you- good job!” lucifer and simeon glance at each other and burst into laughter- they made it! their past quarrels seemed so silly and insignificant now! mammon’s like: so i guess you’ll live here from now on, considering you love it so much without us! lucifer and simeon look at each other - cut to lucifer in his study back at the house of lamentation, as the house literally shakes because the boys are being INSANE. water starts trickling down from the ceiling, spotting the papers he was signing. simeon texts him a photo of the [redacted] solomon made for dinner- luke’s passed out in the corner of the picture. he takes a deep breath and smiles.

[imaginarypeteel]

Unlucky Months

 Marjan Marwani x fem!reader part I

Sum: Getting into life-threatening accidents seemed like something you would be an olympic champion at, but could something good come out of it?

Word count: 2k

Part II Part III

A/n: Some things may not be accurate because I'm not a professional firefighter and I swear I put much research into like finding out when firefighter shifts end but only got their schedules (aka how Long it takes to do a task) and I'm so sorry that it took so long

You had to be the unluckiest person in the world. In a matter of two months, you had gotten into not one, not two but four accidents. Two of them being car crashes(you drove at only one of them), one of them being your apartment building catching fire and last one being you getting trapped at an underground parking lot.

And every single time, the same firefighters came to your rescue.

"Hello Miss, I am- Y/n? You again? Wow," you heard the familiar laughter of Marjan as you waited to be rescued from the rented car that had you knew full well had a giant piece of cement on it. No way, not them again. Your face flushed, your unluckiness was embarrassing.

"Y/n? You serious?" TK asked as he came into view. Gosh, you were going to move after this. You did not want to meet them again, it was too embarrassing.

"I don't know how this keeps happening to me," you whined.

They both chuckled while you bashfully looked away, "Ah-ah-ah Y/n, you know very well that you are not supposed to move your head," Marjan scolded you with amusement as she got to work. You grumbled but kept still, looking forward.

Your window had broken and the glass shards had cut the side of your face. Even more medical bills, yay. Your teacher self could totally afford this. Your students probably weren't complaining though.

Marjan leaned over you through the window for a moment and you changed color. The female firefighter was so hot and you had no sex or romantic life whatsoever, so it wasn't even that surprising that you were attracted to her.

Marjan cut your seatbelt and put the collar on you. "At the moment, seems like the door is our biggest problem, she's not stuck. You got lucky Y/n," you sighed in relief. "Again," the muslim teased. Gosh this was never going to end. Once you were going to be released from the hospital, you were skipping town. Maybe the curse of always getting into accidents was going to be lifted then.

Marjan said something but you couldn't catch it. The shock was wearing off and you started to feel the pain, your head was buzzing and ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton.

I'll just close my eyes for a moment, just for a moment. You were drowsing off. Marjan noticed, "Hey hey hey! Y/n, don't go asleep right now. Keep your eyes open, okay?" she got no response which alarmed greatly. "Y/n! TK, she's lost consciousness."

~~~

Finally, you were out of the hospital again. You got lucky. Kind of. Your bank account certainly didn't think like that. The bills from the last three accidents still hadn't been paid off, let alone the parking lot one. Your parents lived in Wooster. Maybe you could go and live with them for sometime because no way were you risking meeting 126 crew again. But maybe you could go give them something as sort of a goodbye and thank you gift. You did want to see Marjan again, you know, for the last time.

Mind made up, you decided to walk towards the closest bakery you could find to buy a cake for them. You were not risking driving any vehicle for sometime.

You came across a small bakery on your way to 126. It was cute and probably family owned. While looking at the cakes, a chocolate oreo one caught your eye but then your eyes went on the price and they almost popped out. Still, they did save your life four times.

Swallowing, you told the teenage girl behind the register that you were ordering that cake. She smiled and brought it out, telling you the price. Nervously, you gave her the money in cash and accepted the packed cake. Let's hope I'm not going to get hit by a car now. You thought while stepping out of the bakery.

~~~

Luck was now on your side, you didn't get hit by any car or anything like that. You knew the path to 126 well, you had come to their station for few field trips with your students. It was embarrassing that you knew them all by their names already. You weren't even sure if they were in today.

You saw Marjan and Mateo washing the truck. Releasing a shaky breath, you walked towards them.

Mateo noticed you first, "Hi Y/n," his dark eyes went on the box you were holding.

Marjan turned her body to face you too. "Y/n! What are you doing here? You were released already?"

You smiled shyly, "Yeah I was just released few hours ago. And um, I wanted to give this to you guys since you have saved my life four times already and probably as a goodbye gift, since I'm going to leave this place."

Marjan frowned, "Leave as in?" she trailed off.

"Leave as in, move away. I'm going to go back to my parents and then find a new place to live at because it seems as if I'm cursed here. Besides, I'm behind on my new apartment bills because I'm trying to pay for the medical ones," you sighed, "Here," you pushed the cake into Mateo's hands.

"Wait, where do your parents live?" Marjan asked, she seemed a bit sad.

"Wooster, Ohio."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, I should probably get going now. Thanks for saving me again and goodbye," it was awkward saying that and slowly, you turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait Y/n!" Marjan called out.

"Hm?"

The female firefighter ran towards you, "Don't you want to meet the whole crew before leaving?" she asked smiling, a bit sadly you would say. You thought about her request, why not? You were not going to see them ever again.

"Okay."

The Muslim woman smiled brightly at that, "Awesome, come on." She basically dragged you to the kitchen, lips stretched into a wide grin.

"Look what I got here guys," Marjan exclaimed, gaining the other firefighters' attention.

"Y/n, what are you doing here? Got into another accident?" TK teased but you saw his eyes flick on the bandages on the side of your face. Your cheeks reddened, "Nono, I'm just here to say thank you and goodbye."

Paul frowned but not as deeply as Marjan had, "What do you mean goodbye? Are you sick?"

Rapidly, you shook your head, "Nono, I hope at least. I'm just moving back to Ohio." You noticed that TK, Paul and Judd's eyes flicked towards the beautiful woman still holding onto your arm that she had raised. Quickly, Marjan let go and looked away a bit.

"Why's that?" Judd asked oddly.

"Come on, you've had to save me from life-threatening situations four times this month. It feels like I'm cursed or something. I'm behind on all my bills and I haven't even lived in that apartment for three weeks and the landlord is breathing down my neck with kicking me out already. I'll just stay at my parents' since I have nowhere else to go unless I wanna live in the forest, which I don't." The men exchanged looks which made you feel weird. Why are they looking like that?

"You could stay with one of us though?"

You stared at Paul with confusion at that suggestion. "Um... Thanks but no, I don't want to be a burden. Besides like I said, it's like the city doesn't want me here, so... Yeah."

"Nonsense, these just hasn't been your months," Marjan scoffed matter of factly.

You sighed, "These wouldn't have been my months if something like missing the bus happened a lot and if I would be getting fired but I have almost died four times this month."

"So? We've saved you from every single one of them and you've gotten away with minor injuries."

You eyed the pretty-faced Muslim, trying to figure out what she was getting at. You saw TK shake his head.

The woman beside you walked off and squatted beside a bernese mountain dog, ruffling its fur with a frown on her gorgeous face. Why is she this upset about me moving? Is it possible that my small crush is not one-sided? Nono, gay relationships aren't really accepted in the Muslim religion.

"Err... Okay, I'll be going... then," silently, you walked past Marjan and headed outside.

~~~

You got to be kidding me. You thought as you saw the familiar truck of 126 pull up. You had been walking to the small rental apartment you were staying at - now that your previous one had caught fire - when you saw a teenage couple fighting and hadn't noticed that they were crossing the road with a red light nor the huge truck heading their way.

You had rushed over while telling someone to call 911 since your phone had been left inside when your previous apartment building caught fire and you hadn't been able to buy a new one. The guy didn't take as much damage as the girl, well at least you think so because you couldn't see the girl. The guy had flown few feet away. You had stuffed a woman's jacket under his neck to keep his head in position so his airways would be clear. When you noticed that he wasn't breathing, you started to do CPR. Not mouth-to-mouth but did do chest compressions.

Marjan hopped out of the truck first. She ran over immediately, "Y/n? What are you doing here?" she asked while taking over on the compressions.

"I was saving the guy, what does it look like?" you asked, face sweaty and cheeks puffed from doing the compressions.

"But you aren't hurt right?" she asked, worry written all over her magnificent face. This Marjan was completely different from the one you had talked to in the firehouse.

"No, I'm okay," you said slowly, still surprised by this worried Marjan.

"But Marjan," you called out.

The woman raised her head, "Yeah?"

You looked around trying to spot the person you were about to talk about, "He was fighting with his girlfriend - or at least seemed like a girlfriend - when crossing the road. They didn't see the truck coming and when they did, it was too late... I don't know where the girlfriend is."

Marjan's dark eyes widened. "Captain!" she yelled.

Owen ran straight over, "Yeah?" he questioned, taking a note of you being there.

"Y/n said that there was another female victim," the female firefighter informed her captain.

"What? What did she look like?"

You looked around again, "Like, like," something on top of the power pole wires caught your attention, "Like that!" You pointed at the dangling form.

There was a second of silence before Owen started yelling orders.

The boy Marjan was giving compressions to and who Paul had put a neck collar on and set the ambulatory bag on his face started breathing. And right as the two were picking him up with the spinal board, he came back to consciousness. "Wha-What happened?" he breathed out.

"You had an accident but don't worry, we got you," Marjan informed him gently. "Lyla?" he called out quietly. "Your girlfriend? We're helping her right now. Don't worry."

"What's your name? I'm Marjan and that's Paul."

"Mgh, Ian," he groaned painfully.

"Well, nice to meet you Ian. Try to keep yourself awake, okay?"

They put Ian into an ambulance. Marjan ran back to you, "Um Y/n, I'm sorry about how I acted before."

"It's okay," you smiled.

Marjan was quiet, "Um yeah. Thanks. Can you err, come to the station at 8pm?" she asked, a bit shyly.

"Sure, go save some lives now," you hurried her away.

_____

Thank you for reading!

To be continued bc imma add a lot of drama to this since lgbtq isn't recognized in Islam

[youarejesting]

Wash Out.22

[Master List]

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Prev] 

There was no limit to which Taehyung could grieve. But there was a limit to his bank account. The new CEO Tom was a kind man, offering them a chance to mourn their losses and collect themselves before returning to work. There was a small funeral and memorial for Mr Schmidt within the theme park. 

Although the employee’s were respectful they remained impartial to the change of leadership. With new management came more appropriate wages. 

Waking beside Y/n reassured him things would be okay. You were the only reason he got out of bed and Taehyung suspected you felt the same. Uncanny how the two of you were sporting matching puffy eyes and pink tipped noses. Taehyung gave a soft smile, you had been supporting him while he broke down assuring him that Seokjin would return. 

It was time to show Y/n that she had someone to lean on. Knowing you had lost the first person you had developed such a strong bond with. There had been a few before Jimin and there may be more to come, but like magic the two of you had a special kind of love. The rare kind that happens only to few.

Taehyung wondered what you were thinking, if you were really okay, or just saying you were because that's what people wanted to hear. Dressing quietly he noticed you stir out the corner of his eyes. Begrudgingly pulling yourself out of bed and getting ready in the bathroom.

The playful banter on the way to work became silent pondering of thoughts. Hands reaching for one another if those thoughts turned dark. Taehyung was grateful for the company, grateful for the silence. He had no pressure to act like things were okay when they weren’t.

In saying that pulling into the employee parking lot Taehyung cut the engine. Pulling the visor down to look in the mirror, he tested a small smile. Almost foreign and unfamiliar to him, the muscles seemed to have weakened.

How many days had it been? Two and a half weeks later, as the days passed any hope of Seokjin or Namjoon’s return dwindled extensively. 

“Tae, we should go in,” Y/n smiled hand ready on the door handle braced for work like it was war. 

“Yeah, sorry.”

The security seemed awkward greeting them, rightfully so they had been accused of stealing money from the theme park. It wouldn’t surprise them if everyone kept their distance. Dolphins on the other hand seemed to understand their feelings better than humans. Bubbles, Captain, Dolly and her new pup Hopster came up to greet them, sensing their mood and trying to cheer them up with little jumps, squeals and splashes.

It pulled soft genuine smiles from you both, it was mid practice when a voice called from the bleachers behind the show tank. “You know Joonie, I have never seen a dolphin show, but it looks pretty lackluster, the dolphins are doing all the hard work. The instructors don’t really feel committed to the show.”

“I think they have been having a rough week, maybe they might have lost someone close to them.” Namjoon said softly. “You can never know what someone else is going through without asking.”

“Should I go ask them?” Seokjin said, standing and strolling over, the two looked clean and fresh like they had just come back from a vacation and not the bottom of the ocean.

Taehyung had broken down in the water, crying as the dolphins playfully bumped him with their noses trying to stop his tears. You pulled yourself out of the water and ran over, hugging Seokjin. His whines echoing around the small amphitheater.

After practically suffocating Seokjin in a firm hug you pulled Namjoon in as well, he was surprised by the action. Probably because the two of you were never really close but unlike Seokjin he didn’t complain about the wet patches left on his clothes.

Taehyung had practically crawled out of the dolphinarium show tank, the dolphins wiggling on their bellies beside him on the small raised surface. Seokjin walked towards him sorrowful and compassionate, opening his hands for the young dolphin trainer and groaning when he was pulled into the knee deep water. Letting Taehyung clutch him tightly, his complaints ceased when he felt the younger man shaking in his arms.

“It seems you must have been suffering with me gone.” He tried to coax Taehyung’s head from where it had buried into his neck, but it only encouraged him to grasp tighter and bury his face deeper into Seokjin’s chest. “Hey, you can’t be crying like this, you are going to make me sad.”

“I thought you had died,” Taehyung whimpered voice broken and small, his hands clutching the soft sweater fabric pulled tight over Seokjin’s shoulders. Taehyung looked up, eyes wet, puffy and red for yet another time this week. “I thought I lost you, before I had a chance to tell you properly.”

“Tae, I can barely understand what you are saying,” Seokjin wiped his sleeve under Taehyung's nose, “You have to speak clearly, don’t ruin my good pants for nothing.”

Taehyung pulled him forward kissing him passionately. Taehyung was thrilled to have Seokjin back in his arms. He was unable to stop himself from slowly walking backwards more and more until he reached the edge of the water. Seokjin was too distracted by the kiss to realise until it was too late.

Pulling the older man into the dolphinarium and giggling when they resurfaced. “Ya!” Seokjin shouted, “We were going to dinner after this, I was dressed up and everything.”

Taehyung was apologizing, his grin never faltering as he chased a soggy Seokjin back to the locker rooms. The three of you emerged from the change rooms spotting Namjoon standing awkwardly by the entrance.

“Are you ready to go?” Y/n asked, slapping his back playfully, “I hear Seokjin is paying for dinner tonight.” 

“What, you wanted me to come to dinner?” Namjoon said his words, stumbling unsure and confused.

“You don’t want to come to dinner, Namjoonie-Hyung?” Taehyung grinned up at him, before the two of you took Taehyung’s car following Jin’s from the parking lot to the restaurant. It was a small barbeque place, it was a secret treasure known to only a few.

The drinks started flowing. Namjoon seemed awkward at first but he was soon laughing with the rest. “I have never really done this before.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Drank?”

“No, I haven’t had dinner with friends before,” His ears were pink and your smile fell, Taehyung felt like the worst person to ever exist. “I know Jin and I tried but there were always things getting in the way.”

“Hey, we are your friends now, we were just rude idiots. We didn’t know about how cool you were until Seokjin told us how special you meant to him.” Y/n explained pouring him another drink.

“You weren’t rude, I just am really awkward and I know I talk about crabs a lot. It isn’t the most appealing conversation people want to have.” Namjoon waved his hands trying to calm the sad looks around the table, “I am just happy you think of me as your friend.”

Seokjin gasped, pulling a small cloth from his pocket, “Jimin asked me to give this to you.” He placed the cloth in your palm and you opened it slowly. “He got back safely and was definitely worried if you were okay,”

Opening the cloth to reveal a necklace, a cream shell spiraling in a cone shape and in the opening fitting perfectly secure was a gold Pearl. Taehyung leaned over, taking the necklace and helping you secure it around your neck.

~

You were called into work early one morning by Namjoon, he said something was wrong with Dolly and her pup and he needed help. Taehyung was outside and you sleepily let them drive you across town. You were being pushed into the old marine clinic, Taehyung threw you some swimmers and pushed you into the change room.

Moving quickly you followed Namjoon who was talking about the pups condition seriously, “This is our last chance, just go in first and check on how he looks and appearance and then we will begin the treatment, make sure you keep him calm and make him feel safe.”

You nodded, slipping slowly until you were treading water by the catwalk, about to ask a few questions when you were pulled under by the ankle. Confused and scared, you spotted Jimin in the water, his face showing how happy he was to see you. He swam at you grabbing your waist and resurfacing. You started crying and you wiped your eyes laughing and coughing from the water you had partially inhaled in shock.

“I am leaking,” Jimin touched his cheeks and you kissed him happily. 

“How did you get here?” You sniffed, “We have to get you back to the water.”

“Hey, it's all good I have something special with me this time, it allows me to walk on the ground just like you. Our king Jungkook gave it to me. He says I can visit whenever I want, because you are my promised.”

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Take What You Want

Characters: !CEO Ben Solo x Plus Size Female Reader Setting: Alternate/Modern Universe  Summary/Content Warning: Fuckin’. On a boat.  Unprotected PIV sex (assume you’re on BC, or don’t!), oral sex (female receiving). Reader is a bit insecure about her appearance but I worked to avoid the whole “woman doesn’t like how she looks, a MANLY MAN-MAN says HE likes it, therefore a lifetime of hurt disappears in seconds YAY!” trope lol. Ben just wants to fuck you in front of the ocean, okay?

*Use of “Ben Solo” is more so to establish his legacy/bloodline, not necessarily his character/personality or anything like that. BEN’S YACHT (Video: 00:15 is where you’re sitting) - I don’t know if I got the terminology right but who cares, let’s get to the bangin’. 

The past five months had been...Interesting. Different. Thrilling. Perfect. Almost, too perfect--but you didn’t fight it.

It was during the second week of January when you strolled through the cool, bland, and dull-lit spaces of Dice6, LLC.--all the way to the conference room where its young CEO, Ben Solo, sat at the head of the table. The receptionist led you inside. You shook his hand and sat two seats to his right. He asked very few questions and listened intently to your answers. Or so you assumed.

Barely five minutes into the interview, he closed your folder, leaned back in his seat, and looked you over. 

“I’m not hiring you,” he said. 

“Oh...okay...” you’d responded, confused and disappointed. 

“I’m going to take you on a date.”

“...excuse me?”

“Why did you apply for this job?” he asked.

“Um, because this is a reputable com--”

“What do you need money for? Do you have a new place? New to the city?”

“I just...I want a well-paying job to survive, Sir...”

He leaned back in his chair and smiled. 

“I’ve got a feeling about you,” he said. He crossed his leg over the other. “I always listen to my instincts. How would you like to survive and thrive on my bank account?”

You freaked out and excused yourself from the interview. Of course, he gave you a call that you ignored. The next day, you got an email reminder about your soon-to-be due student loan payment, and well...you went on and called him back.

____________________

“I’ve never been on a yacht before,” you’d told him over the phone.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“What do I wear?”

“Dresses, shorts, bathing suits. Lingerie. Preferably nothing.”

“I’ll have to go shopping, I guess.”

“I’d like to see you in jewel tones. And bright reds. I never see you in red.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You’d sent him pictures of the clothing you’d bought with his money. In his calm abrasiveness, he’d called you and told you that he hated your swimsuits and lingerie. Later, he sent you photos of things he wanted you to wear--lots of things you’d never felt comfortable wearing. Or rather, things other people would make you feel ashamed for wearing. But you took another shopping trip and did your best.

____________________

Ben stood at the door to the outer deck waiting for you. You smiled as he took your hand and led you into the open space for dessert and champagne. The two of you sat close on the plush sofa as you ate a fluffy, strawberry cake and stared out at the sparkling waters.

“Are you enjoying everything?” he asked, breaking the serene silence. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and planted a kiss on his jaw.

“I’m loving it. Thank you for this.”

His eyes didn’t leave you when you pulled away. The pupils were dilated and he was chewing on his lip. You were familiar with that look. Past loves had also signaled their desire to fuck with darkened and narrowed eyes, and working jaws. 

Ben traced the outline of your red lips with the tip of his index finger. You parted your lips, signaling for him to place the tip into the small hole that had formed. He smirked and pressed his finger inside and you licked it. He pushed it further, making you suck. 

“My dirty girl,” he purred. “Where else do you want my fingers?”

You smiled, took his free hand, and guided it to between your legs. He hummed and grabbed your fleshy mound. Then, he removed his finger from your mouth and replaced it with his lips and hot tongue. When he was satisfied with the amount of your saliva he’d collected, he pushed the small dining table back, knelt to the floor, and lifted your emerald green sundress.

You froze and clamped your thighs shut.

“Shouldn’t we go inside, Ben?”

His hungry eyes met yours. He squeezed the soft fabric between his fingers and proceeded to lift your dress until it stopped at your knees. 

“No.”

He placed a hand between your knees to space them apart but you kept them clamped shut.

“What if somebody sees us, Honey?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he said with shortness. “I’m not waiting another second to taste you.”

You exhaled. Your clit perked up, but Ben was still. His eyes still on you and the skirt of your dress still scrunched between his fingers. 

“I don’t care about your size, Y/N. You know that,” he said.

“I know you don’t,” you started. “But, sometimes, I do.”

Ben released your dress and rubbed your clothed legs. “May I ask a favor of you?”

“Sure, Baby,” you responded, running your fingers through this hair.

“For me--just this one time--let me fuck you right here,” he requested. You swallowed, but before you could speak, he continued. “I want to see your pussy clench when the cool air hits it, then feel it melt when I wrap my lips around your clit...”

He tugged at the skirt of your dress again. “I want to see the sky behind you when I hold your legs in the air.”

Your knees weakened and your ass began to sink into the sofa. Ben pushed your skirt to your thighs and pulled your panties down.

“No more underwear this weekend,” he demanded. He balled your panties up, stood up, leaned over you, and threw them out in the ocean. Then, he fell back to his knees and pushed your heavy legs back.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you fell back on the sofa. You jumped at the feeling of cool air on your moistening pussy and bare thighs. Ben rubbed his fingers up and down your ass and reached up to pull the sandals off your feet. 

“I want to see how your skin glows under a sunset when I’m making you come...”

Ben gripped the back of your right knee with his left hand and rubbed circles over your ever-spreading labia with the pads of his right fingers. You moaned for him--moaned for yourself. Your mind relaxed as your nipples awakened. 

“Is your pussy as juicy as it looks?” he asked.

You threw your head back, now a complete goner. Suddenly, you felt a quick sting on your pussy lips, making you gasp. Your head shot up and you looked beyond your belly and into Ben’s fierce eyes.

“Answer me.”

You nodded profusely. “Yes, Baby. It is. Get a taste, Baby. Please.”

“Mmm...” he said, his index and middle fingers retreating from the others to rub deep into your slit--the crevice keeping your plush pussy lips together slowly drifted apart as your clit poked through them. He slid the two fingers over your wet clit--the insides of his digits stroking the soft bud, and the outsides stroking the warm inner flesh of your labia. Finally, he turned his palm up, pushed his middle finger inside of your welcoming hole, and trailed the very tip of his tongue from your opening to the pointed end of your edible rose.

“Oh, God...” you whispered. 

Ben took his time--licking every centimeter of your delicious pussy--slurping, sucking, smelling--burying his nose inside to get it sticky. You were helpless under him--pussy melting, ass cheeks sticking together with sweat and arousal. Ben would look up to see your contorted face--your breasts jiggling every time you moaned or groaned. He glanced at the orange sun setting behind you, smiled, and returned his focus to his task. When you grabbed his hair, he pulled away.

“I want your first orgasm from me to be on my dick,” he said, unbuttoning his pants. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you watched him. Once Ben’s pants and boxers were on the floor, he sat on the sofa and gestured for you to come toward him. “Get on top.”

You froze again. 

“Ben, I don’t--”

Suddenly, his long arm reached out and his hand was around your wrist. He yanked you close--your face nearly falling into his lap. 

“Don’t be disobedient, Princess,” he said. You exhaled, and as fast as you could, climbed onto your knees, hiked up your skirt, and threw your leg over Ben’s lap to straddle him. He alleviated some of your worry by holding your left ass cheek in his hand, and his dick with the other. With his help, you slowly sank on his length. He stared at you the entire way down--patient, but hungry. He seemed to have an aversion to showing too much emotion, but you saw his eyebrows scrunch when your hot walls stretched for him--when he felt just how slick you were.

“That’s it, Gorgeous,” he mumbled. He bit his lip and smacked your ass. “Now, bounce on it. That’s your dick...”

You lifted your hips and fell back down with a pained-but-pleasured moan. 

“Give that tight pussy what it needs.”

“Fuck!” you shouted, picking up your pace.

Ben’s hands rested on the bottom of your ass as it jiggled and bounced in the salty, aqueous air. “Shit! Yes! God! Fuck! Ahh!” a chorus of obscenities you sang out to the sky--so loud, so free that the few remaining clouds parted so that the praise of your own pleasure could be heard by the naughty sector of angels. 

You covered him in your juices. Your flesh clapped against his. He’d ripped the bust of your dress and licked the sweat off your breasts. You pulled his hair. You called him Baby, he called you Princess. You screamed “yes!” he grabbed your throat to momentarily trap the sound. The heavens couldn’t have all of your “yeses”--your body needed to absorb some of your beautiful sounds, too. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered--your fingers falling to your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you shouted as your clit turned to mush under your fingers--gushing and clenching around Ben’s girth. Your head flew back and your eyes crossed as you rode out your wave. When you came to, you recognized Ben’s grazes against your flesh. 

After a quick, hot kiss, you climbed off his lap and he bent you over the sofa. He sucked at your juice and swallowed sticky cream. And as you observed the waters part for the heavy boat, you felt your walls part once more. Ben buried himself deep inside of your sensitive pussy and leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“You feel so good,” he said. He dragged out of you and slipped back inside. You turned your head in his direction and he found your lips and kissed you with passion--with fire. Then, he slammed into you repeatedly, chasing his own orgasm. He reached around to rub your clit, hoping to bring you to your second.

“No!” you squealed--squirming away from his touch, but he pressed down harder.

“Yes,” he retorted. “I know you’ve got some more in you. Give me another one.”

Feeling the pressure building inside of you again, you bounced back against Ben’s crotch. 

“There you go,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s it. Take what you want, Princess...take what you want...”

Just seconds after you exploded on his fingers and around his rock-hard dick, you felt him pulse inside of you. After a few more strokes, he stilled his movement--and you felt his warm cum spreading around inside of you--filling you up. 

Ben collapsed on your back but quickly crashed onto the sofa--as did you. The two of you caught your breath, then you finished your dessert and champagne. When the sky was completely dark, you’d gone back inside of the boat, washed, and changed into warmer clothes. Then, you went back out onto the deck, cuddled on your christened sofa to look at the stars. “I saw you in a dream,” he said out of nowhere.

“Hmm?”

He ran his fingers up and down your arm. “I dreamed about you before I met you. That’s how I knew you were my girl.”

You smiled and felt the urge to break up the sappiness before you started to tear up. “A genius and a psychic. Are you strong with The Force, too?”

Ben smiled--something he rarely did. “Don’t tease me when I’m being sentimental, Princess.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. You gazed into each other’s eyes, then Ben gave you another kiss and pulled you closer to him. ______________________ Thank you to @bluestarego @ellelaconi @xxcatrenxx @millenialcatlady @mariesackler and @clydes-hole for helping me out with this one!

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Mystic Messenger Saeran’s AE Thoughts (.......And Prayers..) #Spoilerz

Hello, I just finished Saeran’s after ending and I have a lot of things to say and I am going to write it down while I'm still all keyed up about it.

First of all… Please DO NOT ask me how much money I spent to finish this as fast as I did…. I’m grown but my bank account is certainly going to have a good ole fashioned CHUCKLE at this….. It’s been a long quarantine I deserve a lil happiness as a treat methinks!

I have been playing this absolutely insane game since I think 2016? When I first started playing the deep routes had JUST come out I think? And I was just finishing up high school and am now a college grad...lmao

I’ve played all routes at least once except Jaehee but i’ve seen walkthroughs of her route (I’ve heard it makes you hate Jumin and he’s my favorite so um. hehe). V’s and Saeran’s routes I found to be so emotionally intense and just….a lot and I've been waiting a long ass god damn time for this after ending okay…. I would theorize and make up an ending in my head but i’m no writer so it was hard to figure out lol. I’m a Jumin stan mostly but I love everybody and yeah I should probably play that jumin dlc too but I need like a DAY to recover from Saeran’s AE. Enough about me HERE are my thoughts on it overall

Major Saeran AE Spoilers under da cut!

Can we please discuss V showing up to the C+R conference room with basically chloroform and made everybody Pass Out like??? I was alone in my room at like midnight just SCREAMING at my phone???? And the creepy ass CG ???? It’s like that gif of sarah paulson from ahs being like “I put arsenic in the wine….and the pasta”

Anyway I screamed at V a lot during this process!!

Loved RFA being sweet and kind to saeran (before V fucking drugged them…)

This is such common V behavior “I have to do it all myself...there’s no other way..” GIRL SHUT UPPP You do this every route....

SO many CG’s and I enjoy them a lot

Saeran’s sprite looks a little TOO crisp compared to everyone else but maybe its a glitch??? V next to him is in 480p while saeran is like 1080p

Hearing both Saeran and Saeyoung missing the other brother the whole time??? PAIN. All my homies know is PAIN

BOSS and his V for Vendetta ass guy fawkes mask??? I literally yelled “this game is TERRIBLE!!” several times at my phone

Their dad is so>??????? When he was sitting on the couch with saeyoung in that one CG while simultaneously telling him to kill himself?????????? Maybe chairman han is actually the best dad in this game somehow

When V and Rika were like we’re back together teehee teehee okay pack it up bonnie and clyde ..

When chairman han calls u and says hes jealous of u and saeran…..HUH????? I’m calling HR

When they go to the apartment and see boss and vanderwood and poor saeyoung is sitting there seeing his brother for the first time in years i wanted to D word sooooo bad like PAIN...PAIN….

Can we HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT JUMIN HAN BEING THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND HE LOST EVERYTHING IN THIS AE……. he just took the blame and moved on jumin what the hell….. I love him so much r we serious? He watched his 2 closest friends betray him in the worst way and found out abt how Rika abused Saeyoung and Saeran???? I felt just AWFUL. Terrible ...Terrible….

Rika’s change in demeanor from Saeran's actual route is certainly a Choice. I find her much more bearable this time around and unfortunately i think I was too nice to her and ended up with a bad end LMFAO

I was happy to see Saeran stand up for himself and become stronger and confident. You go king!

The CG of Yoosung laying in Zen’s lap is everything to me…

HOWEVER YUP I sure did get a bad ending and I was so mad fdsafdskfdhsf ! (I would be happy to clarify how I got the good one the second time.) MAKE SURE To SAVE EARLY in days 2 and 3 bc the branches on day 4 is where the bad end will show up. For me it was the first day 4 chat and then a story mode titled “SAVIOR”.... If you see that RUN FOR THE HILLS!!

I was so mad! But I had saved in day 2 and replayed and MANAGED to get good end

I’m obsessed with everyone calling V and Rika “that psychotic couple” like…..its true its true…

No those two are so toxic… V’s route was torture watching them go on and on about the sun like yo can yall just call each other babe like normal people.

I respect straight people but not V and RIka that shit was just wrong… Straight marriage was a mistake

Oh lord i also FULLY Forgot Rika killed the twins’ mother…. Yeah that scene was um Certainly a lot but it needed to happen eventually

Like it’s good they know but damn that storyline is just so bleak

I think it was satisfying TO A DEGREE….To see Rika understand where she was wrong, why she was wrong, fess up and even APOLOGIZE! I was very surprised.

Saeran and Saeyoung are Certainly twins with the amount that those two self sacrifice in every route MY GOD…..

The scene with Jumin talking to his father and the other scene of him praying oh my god I cannot tell you how happy I was to see him begin to understand and address his own feelings in a route that was not his own. My main problem with Jumin’s route has always been the trapping MC in his penthouse aspect.. This way Jumin understands love and emotions without being overly possessive !!! YAY also loved seeing him be on good terms with his dad who was surprisingly profound

That last Story mode was Really a Lot…. and Strange things occurred which I will get into in just a minute

Jumin becoming a politician is so funny but ngl … i see it.

Yoosung going to france to study pastries ok king I see u! (it made more sense to me than the vet thing anyway)

Lastly Zen FURRY ERA

MY BEEF With the AE

I was happy with how they handled it for the most part. I think Cheritz heard our feedback about V’s after ending and was like okay….let’s try something different

HOWEVER

Saeran…. Sweet kind saeran… IS SO AFFECTIONATE HAHA….

He must have said I love you like 300 times…..very mushy gushy flowery language...and maybe that’s just his personality but for me it was like eating cake with buttercream cake. It means well, but god damn is it sugary and going to cause a stomach ache later.

He was just… SO MUCH! SO forward and ON all the time in his affections. I honestly felt kind of smothered and by day 3 and 4 I was sooooo over all the compliments… King you’ve come a very long way, but ur still putting MC on a pedestal and probably need to see a therapist.

Nextly….Rika and V….. Naw that knock out gas really ...that hurt lol. Coming from “I would do anything to protect RFA” V? Idk like…. EYE felt betrayed reading that. It was just hurtful. I can’t even imagine how the members would have felt as they were passing out. It was just so cruel. I suppose I understand why but like?? Just TERRIBLE

Them being in cahoots with the agency and the prime minister..HUH??? Also too much

V just felt so irresponsible like I do understand that he ended up in a weird web of secrets that’s hard to untangle but he’s so fucking stubborn he’s SO stubborn it makes me insane. Like sir… It seems like in other routes he wanted to try to protect Rika and the RFA.. But in this AE it seems more to me that he was like yeah i’m protecting Rika and That’s It… so fucking hurtful to me. Both of y’all apologize ESPECIALLY to the twins and Jumin..

The forgiveness thing…… Okay so I think some people will not like that Saeran decided to “forgive” the people who hurt him (Rika, V, Saejoong, his mother). I would point out that I actually think this was approached somewhat well. He says at one point that he doesn’t think they’re good or bad, just people. I think he sounded mature and like this was the way for him personally to accomplish his healing process. Would I have loved for Saeran to flip V and Rika off and kick Saejoong off a cliff? Yea I really would. But like…. If that’s what HE needs to do to heal then who am I to judge?

HOWEVER…. Everything Eye just said goes out the window when the scenes at the end with Saejoong come up… I was PERPLEXED. Like why did he HUG his deranged father who just kicked the shit out of him??? Also all the chat options that MC has with him r like blah blah you’re like this because no one loves you were so corny to me LMFAOOOO?

AND WHEN HE WAS IN THE ROOM LATER WITH SAERAN… i’m sorry but if that were me I would have called a nurse to deck his ass. Cool he turned himself in YOU SUCK SOOOO BAD AND I NEVER WANT YOU TO COME NEAR SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN AGAIN THANKS.

*scratches ass* I wish I got to see saeyoung and saeran finally sit down and have that first conversation after a long time and hug CG but the ending was fine I GUESS….. I dont care about ROMANCE I want those boys to be happy brothers together

Anyway that was really emotionally exhausting but I fr think I got it out of my system after literal years… And I can rest in peace knowing the choi twins are happy. THATS ALL I WANTED TO KNOW!!!!