#my brother does less work to take care of his teeth than me and he had zero problems

[z00r0p4]

no girl im fine i just got hit with a plan for 1500$ worth of dental work because I don't brush close enough to my gums or something

[dilvuc]

I sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and I meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

❝UNWANTED ATTRACTION❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: unwanted attraction

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: obsessed!azul ashengrotto x careless!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: scratch marks, blood

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: i sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and i meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

“Ugh…you're still trying? Can't you give it up already?” floyd deadpanned while leaning on the couch of the vip room. he and his brother had to watch azul being ignored several times. they don't get why you're ignoring him and care less about his obsessive behavior. you talked to others just fine, but whenever azul comes to the picture, you straight up ignore him.

“Why is he ignoring me…? Did I creep him out? Did I accidentally do something that caused him to hate me? Does he actually hate me?” azul asked, ruffling his hair with frustration.

“Now that I think about it, he doesn't show that much remorse towards you. During and after the overblot incident.” jade pointed out. the silver gray haired male stops ruffling his hair, “What…? Did he not show a single care about my condition?”

“I gotta admit, he's a little jerk. He acted as if you’re invisible. Why is he even ignoring you?” floyd turned to his side to face the housewaren. azul then scratched his neck, “I see…So he doesn't care about me. Why is that? Why is he ignoring me? Did…I do something wrong?”

the tweels noticed that male was digging his nails into his neck, leaving scratch marks. the poor azul was so worked up by your carelessness that he felt more and more pathetic, desperate to have your attention.

“I'm trying, I'm trying…Why doesn't he love me? Why? Just why?” azul gritted his teeth, rapidly scratching his neck, drawing blood. jade swiftly grabbed his wrists, “Azul, that's enough…”

“Look what he did to you. He made you look…pathetic…” floyd pointed out as jade grabbed the first aid kit.

“Do I really like that? I see…It just…I have been so obsessed with him for…I cannot remember. I never realized that I look so distressed.” azul explained as he was about to scratch his neck again, but his wrists were grabbed by floyd.

“Quit it. You'll make it worse.” floyd scolded.

“That's enough. Perhaps you could move on and get some rest. He's not worth it.” jade said as he grabbed roller bandage from the aid kit. floyd agreed, “Yeah. He's worthless. Don't waste your breath on him.”

“...I…I understand. I should get some rest.” azul sighed. he don't understand why he was wasting his time to get your attention. he don't need you. he already has the leech tweels by his side. maybe, just maybe he'll make YOU more pathetic than him.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account. YANDERUARY day 9 will continue tomorrow on march 9th

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[novembermorgon]

could you tell us more about myrielle and aerion’s twin sons?

YUPPPPPPPP!!!

whew . ok .

left is maegor right is aenys . maegor is a few minutes older than aenys

neither of these guys are anything like their namesakes. maegor from birth is small and weak and sickly - he's pretty easy to get along with and agreeable by targaryen man standards, very polite and soft-spoken. to me he's almost like a rapunzel figure in that myrielle keeps him inside most days because she fears he'll get hurt or sick - she dotes on him and cares for him but never truly offers him much freedom to do as he wishes, the way she does aenys. he wants to go out and wants to experience new things and be more bold like his brother but every time there's sort of a block in that he doesn't have the courage to or myrielle convinces him that he can't. he, in a sense, is raised more like a princess than a prince and sort of falls into that role despite his status. i feel like he's drawn to more feminine ways of presenting himself and more ladylike activities; dancing, singing, sewing, reading ..

whereas aenys is the complete opposite - he's essentially just a copy paste of his dad LOL definitely aerion's golden boy . he's strong and bold and good at fighting, does all his dad asks of him, goes off with him to hunts and tourneys and charms people at court without really needing to try . of course being a copy paste of aerion targaryen also means he's kind of an asshole and if youre hanging around at court and you think about him being a prince with real power for too long your stomach probably hurts a little . aerion telling him tales of how he aimed for the horse during one of his jousts once to win and aenys going ohhh!!! yess!! so cool!! i also want to be in the business of fighting dishonorably. gets a little too heated in the training yard with the other lord's sons and knocks someone's teeth out and they have to put him in timeout once a week.

they're. hmm. i think there's an inherent sort of resentment there between them that begins as soon as they're born, just by virtue of being so different, and by being named Maegor and Aenys. you cannot escape your fate you cannot escape the cycle of your family etc. and i think that there's a lot of things here that kind of work against them .... aenys resenting maegor for just so happening to be older and therefore being heir despite he himself feeling as if he's better suited, maegor wanting the freedoms that aenys is given by virtue of being their father's favourite and being a second son with less responsibility. they can find a thousand reasons to hate each other, but at the same time they do love each other and know that they are, inherently, tied together by virtue of being twins. the twins we see in asoiaf are very insistent on the fact that they are tethered, they are one soul in two bodies, they will never truly be apart.

aenys hates maegor for being weak and for being heir even though their father doesn't like him, even though he has none of the qualities aenys loves about himself, even though he's more like a daughter than a son - and even still, he loves maegor, he wants to keep maegor safe from the horrors of the world before anybody else ruins him and takes all that's good about him away from him. maegor hates aenys because he's rude and terrible to him, because he's never respected him, but loves him so dearly because he's the only person in the world who will look on his flaws and be able to feel some sense of genuine pity or affection - the only person who will always feel a responsibility to love him so entirely and wholly because they are twins and have that bond that will never go away no matter what.

in my mind the themes of gender in asoiaf is very interesting especially in relation to the targs in that their relationships are .. a lot stranger .. in a lot of cases. you are twin brothers, but your brother is more like a girl than a boy. you know that if things had been only the slightest bit different, you would most definitely be betrothed to each other because your family traditions demand it of you. how would your love be different, then? would it be any different at all? would that be better? would it fix any of our problems? what am i meant to feel for my brother when every part of our family history is built on a wife's suffering, an incestuous misery that never has an end, when we are so nearly brother and sister ...?

they're complicated . and difficult to describe ... a relationship built on shame and not understanding each other and not understanding what you feel for each other .

i'm a little undecided atm what to do with maegor .. he is a bit of a mystery in my mind but when he's ~15 give or take aenys suffers a little (bad) jousting incident and ends up with a bad leg that he pretends isn't there because he doesn't want to be deemed weak by his father or by court and a case of head trauma that makes him Worse . sort of henry viii esque . he eventually marries a velaryon girl ...

there's also the secret third sibling (bastard sister) but i'll discuss her some other time ....

[moodyhaaze]

❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt2 — younger bros

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex. but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

< part 1 - older bros | part 3 - dateables >

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

I think would be pretty stoic about it because he knows you’re his. Doesn’t feel the need to even spare a glance at your ex… Until they do something stupid like approach you and place a hand on your arm. Then Satan is stood between the two of you telling them to fuck off. He gets pretty mad pretty quickly, saying things like “Touch them again and you’re dead!” while his horns begin to peak through his hair. It takes all of your strength and persuasive abilities to convince Satan to leave with you, but you’re finally able to get out of there with no bloodshed. Once you’re home Satan drags you to his room, pressing you against his bookshelves smothering you with kisses. “I won’t let them touch you again. Only I’m allowed to touch you. Tell me, tell me only I’m allowed to touch you…” Proceeds to plow you until you’re numb and can only think of him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

just laughs. He keeps looking them up and down and can’t help but laugh. “This—” he says, pointing his finger at them, “This is your ex? Look at them, absolutely horrendous!” Asmo’s really playing it up, though, only because he’s actually incredibly pissed and doesn’t want to show it. He knows it’s a waste of time to get into an altercation because there’s better things to do with his time, but the longer he looks at them, the angrier he gets. “I can’t believe they had their filthy hands all over my precious darling. How disgusting,” He mumbles through gritted teeth. It’s rare to see Asmo worked up like this, but it’s oh so hot when he is. But to spare the bloodshed, you grab his hand and pull him the opposite direction. The look on his face is still pretty serious as you’re walking away, so you ask him if he’s okay. “Oh, of course I’m fine!” At least it seems he’s back to his normal bubbly self, “But I want us to stop by the shops and pick out a new lipstick for me. I want the prettiest shade we can find! Because tonight I’m going to be marking what’s mine.” His last few words spill with a certain venom that make a heat grow between your thighs. Asmo’s not letting you out of his sight today.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

couldn’t care less. Honestly. He is yours and you are is, he knows this and that’s enough for him. I think the only problem that could arise is if your ex tried to touch you. Then, all hell breaks loose. Other than that, he’s chill, though he really doesn’t want you talking to them nor does he want to. Beel won’t admit this, but what bothers him the most is the thought of somebody else having previously been intimate with you. But that just means he needs to make sure you never want to be with anyone else ever again. “Babe, I’m hungry,” Beel says, grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you the opposite direction the two of you were walking. You insist on continuing the way you were already headed, mentioning the countless restaurants and food stands on the way. “No, I said I’m hungry.” Get ready to have your legs shaking and mind go numb for the next few hours.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

is possessive and isn’t afraid to show it. He’s too tired for theatrics like some of his brothers, so he keeps his hatred a little more low key. Like Beel, Belphie knows that you two belong together, so he has no fear of a past lover coming to sweep you away. So instead of wasting time with a brawl, an argument, or a grand show, Belphie simply grabs your arm and tugs you away as he shoots a deathly glare at your ex. You explain to him that it was rude to abruptly rip you away from your conversation, but Belphie shoots back, “So what? Why waste your time with them? We’re going home.” You try to argue but Belphie simply ignores you and continues to drag you back to the House. Once inside, your brought to the attic and guided towards the bed where Belphie barely gives you enough time to kick your shoes off before throwing himself over you for an impromptu nap. You shout at him to at least let you get comfortable, but he instead nuzzles into you, his arms snaked around your shoulders possessively. “You’re mine. You don’t get to waste our time together on your ex. We’re staying here in bed until I feel like you understand.” You figured that was the end of it, until you felt something hard against your thigh.

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© moodyhaaze | 07•10•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

cross posted to ao3.

[xiyouyanyi]

Modern Era At Last: Spider Queen Special

My original idea for this AU starts with "Filling up the Celestial Realm", so we'll just say that S1 works more or less the same unless otherwise specified, and let the real diverging point start at the Spider Queen Special.

-Hell no, the trigram furnace isn't kept in the throne room, it is where it is in Tusita Heaven, Lao Tzu's place. And the place is quite empty and quiet when they aren't refining elixirs and the flames have been extinguished.

-Which means MK and Pigsy/Tang wouldn't be going to two different buildings, just two wings of the same building.

-It's also Lunar New Year, during which all the Kitchen Gods went back to submit their reports to the Celestial Host, so most of the officials and guards are gathered around the administrative halls.

-To celestials, it's more of a daily meeting, though. A.k.a. "Those last few hours where you are stuck in the office, desperately wishing you are somewhere else."

-Red Son has access to the place because PIF, as the former Grand Mistress of the Wind Bureau, keeps a backdoor key. The spider minions sneaked in by turning themselves tiny and latching onto the jet's wing before the formation activated.

-The gang landed in the Wind Bureau sky-harbor, right next to Lao Tzu's place, and immediately ran into Lady Hanzhi, known to Red Son as "Auntie Wind"——which, coincidentally, was not too far off from her most well-known title nowadays, Feng Po. 

"Please, that name makes me sound so old! Why not Sister Wind?"

-She acted like she always does: your overly helpful, enthusiastic, pushy aunt who seems to delight in embarrassing the youngsters, and immediately jumped to conclusions, asking Red Son if he was taking his cute dragon girlfriend on a date.

-Upon being met with an unambiguous "NO!" and some desperate attempts at backtracking ("We are just…not hating each other at the moment!") she chuckled, but was perceptive enough to understand they were in a bind, and immediately agreed to help out before Red Son even got the full story out.

-Naturally, that left Mei a little suspicious. "Uh, we are like, stealing your stuff? Ya' really don't have a problem with that?” 

-Hanzhi just laughed and was like, "You think I care about my job? Or want to be here? Even though Little Red's mother left me quite the mess to sort out, I'll take an old friend's kid over The Reasons We Are Here at any time of the year!"

-Which, to her surprise, failed to be assuring when she opened her Wind Sack and told Red Son and Mei to get inside.

"Okay, not to be mean or anything, but that's just…sus." "As suspicious as a bunch of mortals sneaking around in funny modern day robes? My, whenever I thought your fashion standards could not get any worse than these awful queues and melon hats…but ah, I'm rambling." "The point is, your friends are going into Tusita Heaven while the furnace is unlit. No one will be there, except for the new furnace-fanning boy and…That Lady." Hanzhi wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, the old witch with a broom. Pretty easy to fool, but remember, stay at least five Chi away from her, or your entire mission is a bust." "You two, however, are going into the Peach Garden. With actual guards and visitors, and one of my junior brothers as its new warden. You are not getting in, or out, without someone leading the way."

-Kui Mulang is still working as a furnace-fanning boy——he could have been done with it long ago, had he not intentionally fucked up during the Three Rhino Kings fight out of spite and got his sentence prolonged. When the place is not in use, he's put in a cangue and chained to a pillar in the storage room.

-When Pigsy and Tang entered the lab sector in search of the golden pill, he took the latter hostage through a combination of deception and the space-warping magic of stellar gods. 

"Now, hog, pick that vial of liquid off the shelf, and pour it on these chains," The Wood Wolf Star exposed his teeth in a feral grin, as he poked at Tang's back with the ethereal dagger,"very, very carefully. If you spill a single drop on me, my hand may just slip."

-Jiang Ziya's dead and deified ex-wife, Ma The Broom Star, makes an appearance as the cleaning lady on duty.

-She can passively curse people AND immortals with bad luck: not kill-your-entire-family, ruin-your-life level of bad luck like what the Taisui Star or the Dipper Mansion deities are capable of, but things like making people slip and fall on their butts, sneeze/burp at the most embarrassing time, arrive late to urgent meetings, etc.

(Also, firing comets out of her broomstick like a true witch.)

-MK, affected by her Aura of Inconveniences, fell right into the (unlit!) furnace while trying to sneak past her using the building's support beams. She heard the scream, but thought he was one of those bratty immortal acolytes and responded to his cries for help like the bitter old lady she was. 

"Serve you right for horsin' around, boy! Now sit in there and think about what you've done, till I'm done cleaning this place! Goodness gracious, I'm never so glad to have a daughter, not that my good-for-nothing ex-husband didn't try turning her against me, yeah, some Grand Master of Strategists you are, Jiang Ziya…"

-MK then committed the grave error of asking "Huh? Jiang Ziya? Who?" and was subjected to a long, incensed, caustic rant, most of which he tuned out for the sake of his own sanity.

-Meanwhile, at the Peach Garden: Hanzhi walked in without much of a problem, using the excuse that she is bringing her junior some tea right after getting dismissed from the meeting. Said junior is one of the 28 Lunar Mansions: Bi Yuewu of the White Tiger Mansion, a.k.a the Moon Crow Star.

-In ancient Chinese astrology, the Bi Star was seen as having power over rain, and the section of the sky it was in charge of housed the Tianyuan constellation, or "Heavenly Orchard". His Stellar Beast form, a one-legged crow, is based on Shang Yang: a mythical bird that would dance before every huge storm like a goofy weather forecast guy.

-He excels at controlling cloud formations, to the point he got "borrowed" by the Wind and Thunder Bureau more than some of the Water-aligned stars after deification. That did not translate to battle prowess, though, and he mostly relies on his formations to misdirect, trap and stall enemies for the rest of his team to handle.

-After Kui Mulang's sentencing, Star Lord Mao had taken over as the substitute leader of the White Tiger Mansion stars. As a fellow bird star and the anxious secretary to Zi Huohou's shy intern, Bi looked up to him, a lot. 

-Today happened to be his shift——one of the 28 Lunar Mansions is exempt from the daily meetings, to watch over their sector of the sky. Like most celestials, he was used to Hanzhi just walking around, finding people to chat the moment she was off-work, and wasn't surprised when she came out of the treasure storage room without her Wind Sack.

"Little Red, you've actually been here before, I trust you know where the kitchen is? Go there, grab a peach, get out, and please please please don't try to go into the garden proper if you can't find one. Just return to this room and wait, Auntie Hanzhi will handle it." As the shrill screech of a defensive formation triggering echoed through the pavilion, and Bi leaped out of his chair, Hanzhi could not help but sigh and thought, Of course these kids tried to go into the garden, why wouldn't they.

-Except they didn't try to go into the garden. It was the spiders, and a tiny immortal girl with an embroidered ball.

-Yep, it's Li Zhenying, Nezha's little sister, only mentioned once in JTTW! Here, she's a bit older and the holder of one of Nezha's magical weapons, the embroidered ball.

-In Zaju plays, this ball contains a shit ton of demons and evil spirits, subdued by Nezha and now working under his command, but that's not safe for kids so it just has a mouse inside now.

-Specifically, Lady Diyong, who's serving her prison sentence in there after her second capture and acts as Zhenying's unwitting hamster-slash-playmate. 

-The way the ball works: it can keep beings captive and enable the holder to use their powers, like a magical Pokeball. Once something is inside, it can only be released by the one who initially captures it.

-So Li Zhenying used Diyong's power to get under and past the defensive formation undetected, because…she's bored and wanted to practice some Cuju, and just happened to run into two very lost and frustrated spider demons.

-They decided to stalk Red Son and Mei together, in their mini-spider forms——it was the former who had the backdoor key, after all, and without that, they wouldn't be able to get back to the mortal realm safely after snatching up the three items.

-So they crawled into the Peach Garden and lay in wait. And waited. And waited. And no one came. Then, when they tried to leave, they couldn't, and kept circling back to the same place until a 12 year old popped out of the ground and yelled "Stop right there, bug people!"

-They laughed. They stopped laughing when one of them got sucked into the embroidered ball like a Pokemon. The sight of a huge, muscular spider guy desperately running away from a little girl was still pretty comedic, though.

-He didn't last for long. Diyong started screeching inside the ball because ewwwww, spider people, gross! She's not into that and she doesn't want them as her future neighbors! Get them out of here, at once! 

-Zhenying found her terror quite amusing, but ended up doing so because all the screaming was getting annoying. And that was what Hanzhi and Bi saw when they charged into the depth of the formation: Li Jing's youngest kid, swinging her toy around in a circle and sending two black dots flying into the sky.

-Hanzhi let out a silent Oh no at the sight. Bi let out a loud "You WHAT?!" as Li Zhenying explained her encounter with the spider people, and commented that pest control must be quite hard if all the bugs in here could grow into people. 

-Bi proceeded to have a nervous breakdown because I let a spider demon infestation happen right under my nose and trapped Devaraja Li's daughter inside my formations, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so dead.

-He was too busy curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth to notice Hanzhi slipping away, an immortal peach hidden in her sleeves, to retrieve Red Son and Mei. Back at Tusita Heaven, however, the rest of the gang weren't having a good time. 

-Ma had finished rambling about Jiang Ziya's great-great-however-many-times-great-grandson, the "Biggest Shame of Qi", and was about to narrate the start of their lineage's miserable downfall with a spiteful glee in her voice.

-MK asked her why she was so angry, which just made her more angry.

"Why am I so angry? Oh, I have no idea! Maybe it is because my bastard ex-husband wrote my name onto his oh-so-mystical-scroll and made sure I can't even DIE PROPERLY, boy! I raised his daughter after he divorced me and ran off to fight a war with his sorcerer friends, and this is how he repaid me——" "No, I mean, why are you so angry at people you've never met before? They are your kids and grandkids too, right?" "Exactly! I never got to meet them, and that's why they are a bunch of pathetic, dull-headed degenerates who got played like a fiddle by their own noble clans!" MK severely doubted that. "I never got to set them on the right path, grab them by 'em ears and scold them properly, match them up with good wives that weren't their own half-sister——for heaven's sake, that Duke Xiang, what was he even thinking?!" She paused. When she started speaking again, the indignance had drained away. "I never got to see any of them with me own two eyes, or speak to them, because I wasn't in their ancestral temple. I never got to meet any of them, and now they have been dead for thousands of years, and I…I couldn't even blame all of that on Jiang Ziya."

-For the first time since MK met her, the old woman fell silent. He was about to return to his own crisis of self-confidence when the entire furnace shook and violently toppled over, spilling him out onto the floor with a yelp.

"Go." She said, the tip of her broom still smoking, without sparing a single backward glance. "Scram back to your quarters, boy, before more of the Broom Star's bad luck rubbed off on you——"

-Then the lab's other wing exploded.

-Let's rewind back to the moment before this, when Kui Mulang was holding Tang hostage and threatening Pigsy into destroying his chains with a vial of corrosive chemicals. 

-With no other choice, he complied, and the moment the last chain came apart with a sizzle, Kui Mulang shattered the cangue via his Stellar Beast transformation——but not before trying to stick the dagger into Tang anyways and failing, due to his golden barrier triggering in a panic.

-Turns out, it was these magical chains that truly shackled him and his powers, and the cangue was just additional humiliation. 

"Ah, a thousand thanks to you," the beast's eyes narrowed into a slit, as it turned towards Tang, who was desperately trying to scramble away inside the golden bubble, "Golden Cicada. Now that you are a Bodhisattva, I bet your Body of Manifestation would taste even more divine."

-What ensued was a pure horror movie chase sequence, as the pair ran for their lives, toppling over shelves, throwing anything they could get their hands on at the Stellar Beast in the hope of slowing it down.

-The explosive reaction between two reagents did end up accomplishing that. Not hurting it permanently, but the big bang managed to draw Ma and MK's attention and stopped the former from asking too many questions.

-Turns out, being one of the 28 Lunar Mansions didn't actually protect you from the Broom Star's field of mundane bad luck.

-It wasn't enough to defeat Kui Mulang, and her comet attacks were doing no lasting damage, but he kept missing his targets by a tiny margin, or tripping and falling like a Looney Tunes character, or MK's staff just happened to knock a chunk of the ceiling loose and pin him down briefly…

-The problem was, her bad luck field worked on her allies too, and there were a lot of mutual misses and wacky fails, and the consequences were worse for MK than for their opponent.

-Red Son and Mei were on their way back with Hanzhi when they saw the commotion from afar; they basically dashed right into that one Community meme. 

-Hanzhi assessed the situation briefly, told them she'd deal with Kui Mulang, while they went and grabbed their mortal friends, as well as whatever they needed from the lab, fast. Then she stepped back and unleashed the full might of the Wind Sack.

-The giant AOE attack caught all three combatants, lifted them off the ground, and firmly slammed them into the nearest standing wall, allowing Red Son to grab a very disoriented MK and rush away in the chaos.

-The fight was still ongoing when the gang hurriedly dragged the furnace into their drone, activated Red Son's backdoor key, and blasted off into the mortal realm. It didn't last much longer after the Thunder Bureau reinforcements arrived, led by Heavenly Lord of the Nine Thunders, Wen Zhong.

-Wen Zhong was a loyal man of principle in life, even more so after his deification, when he was basically made the head of the Celestial Justice Department (Thunder Bureau isn't just in charge of weather, but also divine retribution and punishment.)

-He's what a lot of people think Erlang should act like: grim, serious, utterly dedicated to maintaining order and justice, and an absolute powerhouse (he also has a third eye, btw).

-Hanzhi knew she wouldn't be getting any leniency from her senior brother this time, so she didn't even try to argue when he ordered his Thunder Generals to detain everyone involved and take them away for questioning.

-Bi Yuewu was interrupted from his mental breakdown by Star Lord Mao, who, like the majority of officials, had just been released from their end-of-day meeting when the Thunder Bureau received an emergency message from Tusita Heaven and flew off in a hurry.

-Putting two and two together, he quickly guessed that their old squad leader had broken free, and went to gather the rest of the White Tiger Mansion stars for their own emergency meeting. Bi was the first person he seeked out, and the situation…didn't look all that great.

-But Rooster Man, being the good bro he was, listened patiently to Bi's story, and told him it wouldn't be a problem. He'd take Li Zhenying home to her brothers, let them come up with a cover story, while the spider problem…well, that was what his Stellar Beast form was for, wasn't it?

-A few miles below, two tiny spiders, still falling towards the mortal realm, suddenly heard a rooster's crowing and were struck by the worst headache they ever experienced.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

RIGHT @littlemisscactus I CONQUERED microsoft paint. Go me. I'm only... 27 lmao.

Anyway... here's 'My Ship in 5 Minutes' for Steelweave Tav and Rolan! Excuse the atrocious fills. I started that way, realised there was a better way, and decided to proceed with the mess anyway lol. I think from this I'm seeing that I like to write characters who are both very intense about each other…

My personal opinion on Rolan and PDA (since it comes up a lot in this, and in Sharp Teeth!) is that he gets embarrassed about it in front of his siblings, but although he cares about maintaining a smart and competent Archmage image generally, he also doesn't really give a fuck about random people he doesn't know. They're a bit beneath his notice... so it's not his problem if they see Tav has her arm round him. (Ok, well, he might blush a bit if she kisses him romantically, but he adores her so who cares?). And for horny PDA... they're both so horny they basically forget anyone else exists.

Honestly, they're both quite similar people - determined, protective of each other, confident.... but Tav is more flexible and Rolan is more single-minded; Tav is more inclined to happiness and Rolan to stress. Tav's a bit better at picking up on when Rolan's dealing with something than vice versa, but she can't always tell exactly what the problem is!

And then needs structure/needs freedom: I think Tav discovers that she's better outside of the army, encountering lots of new challenges and making her own decisions. Meanwhile, Rolan does best once he's settled into the Tower and its routine.

Day-to-day, Rolan talks more - mostly about magic - and Tav listens and appreciates him. She does share herself, but she's less prone to long trains of thought and tends to the practical. (Did I mention she adores him too? And definitely listening to him talk about magic!) The one exception to this is in conflict/emotional difficulty, where Tav will usually be the first to express herself and open up a subject.

As for jealousy - well, I think they both know the other is their everything. But given Tav's the more gregarious and well-liked one, Rolan might have more cause to be jealous... but really, it just doesn't factor in for either of them.

I put them both tending a smidge towards co-dependent just because although on a practical level they can both function well, they're very dependent on each other for working through emotional stuff. Whilst Rolan loves Cal and Lia very much, he hates taking advice from them and generally, because of being their older brother, has avoided burdening them with his inner struggles. Similarly, Tav's closest friends scatter to the four winds post-game, so he is always her closest confidant. But they're happy like that.

OK, I think that's it! This was fun and got me thinking about a few different aspects of their relationship!

[book-place]

History Repeats Itself

Warnings: mentions of cheating and killing, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x reader platonic

Request: Can I request a batfamily x reader (mainly domain but it's platonic because they're all friends). So maybe the reader is trying to get back with her ex but they won't let her. Example; "No, you're not getting back with him. He cheated on you three times already" Damian said for what seemed to be the 100th time. "I agree" Tim said from across the table. "But he said he was sorry!!" You replied. *dramatic batfamily sighs*

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You go to your best friends with news, but their reactions are less than pleasing

A/N: Finally got another fic out

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The dreamy sigh that you let out as you entered the room alerted everyone of your presence, all of them glancing up and eyeing you.

You practically floated into the room before skipping over to the table and plopping down in your unsaid-but-designated seat next to Damian and across from Tim.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to show up at the Wayne family manor at random times throughout the day, though you were welcomed with open arms every time.

Damian, your best friend, had practically insisted upon it, as a matter of fact, saying that since your parents were always out of the city on business, it wasn’t safe or healthy for you to be alone in your own house all the time.

It had even gotten to the point where Bruce made sure to always have some of your clothes and extra toiletries in a room he had designated as your own.

Jason raised an eyebrow at your state. Sure, you were normally a happy and optimistic person- which was the reason people were often surprised when they found out how close you and Damian were- but this was different for you.

“What’s up, kid?” He asked, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

During your stays in their house, you had become close to all the participants in one way or another.

Damian’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, “Indeed, what is the matter with you?”

“That’s not what I said,” His older brother scowled, eyes narrowing in on the young boy.

He rolled his eyes, “Same thing, Todd.”

Dick, ever the hero, was quick to come to your aid, “Does there have to be a reason for her to be happy?” A slight frown pulled at his lips as he thought about it.

You shot him an appreciative smile, but spoke anyway, “Oh nothing much, just the most amazing thing happened to me today.”

“You finally found a way to stop Jason from snoring like an elephant at night?” Tim perked up hopefully.

A laugh left your lips at his words, barely even noticing the way Dick wrapped his arms around Jason to stop him from pouncing on their younger brother.

“Better.” You stated with a grin.

“The anticipation is killing us.” Damian said flatly.

Early on in your friendship, you had learned that it was just the way Damian was and to never take it to heart. Because even though he didn’t show it very often, you knew he cared about you very much.

“Derek said he wants to get back together!” You announced, the grin not disappearing from your face, and you clapped your hands together once, sighing dreamily once again.

Everyone’s expression’s immediately darkened, but you didn’t seem to notice, even as the entire atmosphere of the room shifted.

“Derek? Your no good, cheating ex, Derek?” Jason asked through gritted teeth, his grip on the spoon making his fists turn white.

Derek had cheated on you not just once, but three different times. And everytime you ended up broken hearted, only for him to try and get back with you a month later, and you would go crawling back, claiming that he would be better that time.

It was times like that when Bruce’s ‘no killing’ rule seemed to physically pain everyone to follow, even Bruce himself.

And as much as they had wanted to prevent you from getting back together with him, it wasn’t their decision to make. You were your own person, and they could not control your life.

But this time, something seemed to snap inside of them. They had seen your tears-stained face over this boy three too many times. They had to resist beating the ever loving shit out of him every time they passed him on the street for too long. This time, they would put their feet down. And one shared glance between all of them confirmed that very thought.

“You are not getting back with him.” Damian stated calmly, picking up his cup and taking a sip of water.

“I agree,” Tim piped up, looking at you with sad eyes from across the table. A chorus of agreements rose up from Dick and Jason as well.

A frown pulled at your lips as you looked back and forth between all of them, “What? Why?” As if you were oblivious to all of the terrible things he had done.

“Because he cheated on you three times.” Damian seethed, smoke pretty much coming out of his ears at the thought.

A light laugh escaped your lips, “He’s different this time,” You shook your head back and forth gently as if they were the ones with preposterous words coming out of their mouths.

“He said that last time, n/n,” Dick looked at you with the same sad eyes Tim had been giving you.

“And the time before that,” Jason argued through gritted teeth.

A frown finally made its way onto your face, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

Tim sighed, “We’re only saying these things because we care.” He stressed.

“But he makes me happy!” The words came out as if they were a beg while you leaned forward in your seat.

“For how long?” Jason asked, stabbing his spoon into his bowl, “How long until you’re broken hearted once again, hating his guts with every fiber in your being?”

You flinched slightly at his words, hesitation filling your eyes for the first time about getting back together with your ex, as if you hadn’t thought of the consequences that it could hold.

“He always does his, n/n,” Dick spoke gently, soothingly, “And we refuse to see what he will do to you again.”

“But…” Your voice came out so broken hearted, “But he said he loves me.” Your eyes filled with tears.

“It’s not true,” Damian had finally seemed to momentarily reel in his emotions at the sight of your broken state, “And you do not need him. You are far too good for that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

“I am?” The genuine confusion in your voice broke everyone’s hearts that much more.

“Of course,” Dick quickly rushed out, reaching across the table and gently grabbing your hand and his own and shaking it softly to make his point.

“It’s true,” Jason said through a full mouth, “If it were up to me, he’d be six feet in the ground by now.”

“For once,” Damian’s calm voice was back, “I agree with Todd.”

“So…” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, “I don’t have to go back with him?”

“No! Oh god, of course not!” Dick rushed out, the others nodding along as well.

“Oh,” You breathed out before a smile slowly made its way onto your face, lighting up the whole room instantly, “Well, okay then.”

Tim blinked once, “That’s it?”

You nodded your head happily, squeezing Dicks hand once in thanks before you let go, “That’s it.”

“Why-“ Tim was cut off by the harsh glare Damian threw at him from behind your back.

“I am glad you have come to your senses.” Your best friend spoke up, “Now, what shall we do today?”

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[brain-detritus]

Took Him Long Enough

Tech x reader

Tech is alone for the evening so he decides to run out and explore the underground marketplace on Ord Mantel. Due to an unfortunate accident, he’s been exposed to some ~mood altering substances~ and finds himself getting a little too hot under his armor. He’ll be fine if he can just make it home, where he’ll be alone, right? Yes, this is just another shameless flavor of sex pollen fic for the sluts. (It’s me, I’m the sluts)

NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: rough sex, face fucking, dubcon if you’re REALLLLY squinting

Notes: ok so this is my first attempt at writing this kinda thing. My first fanfic actually so I’m super happy to receive any constructive criticism or notes on what you liked/disliked as far as style goes. A little bit of background- I always thought it seemed kinda uncomfortable for them to live on the marauder so I imagine that there’s an apartment above Cid’s that she rents out to them.

He actually made it back- his condition is worsening with each passing second. His goggles begin to fog up as he stumbles into the stairwell at Cid’s, giving her an awkward wave and a strained smile, trying not to look suspicious. The most he gets is an eye roll, a promising sign.

He all but trips over himself as he finally passes the threshold into their apartment. He was grateful the rest of you had left to run some errands for Cid- allowing him some privacy.

If only he had gone with you, he would be in a lot better shape than he is currently.

Truthfully he was working on a project before this. He had ventured out into the marketplace hopeful to find an essential part to repair Omega’s holopad. He had excitedly given it to her as a gift once he had saved up enough. Inevitably the thing met its doom at the hands of Wrecker. He hoped to surprise her when everyone got back.

It was a simple fix, but he couldn’t help himself from wandering into adjacent shops when something uncommon piqued his interest. He actually can’t quite remember what he was doing when he was exposed, all he had were blurred memories of broken glass jars and panicked apologies. His head was already spinning as the shop owner urged him to leave and seek medical attention for the overdose, clearly not wanting authorities catching wind of his side business.

Tech didn’t need a doctor, he needed to get home.

He briskly weaves through the crowded streets. He does his best to appear unbothered even as he was painfully aware of the growing discomfort behind his codpiece.He brings his fist up to his teeth to stifle any whines threatening to escape, the other still clinging tightly to that damned part for the holopad.

He feels a small pang of shame as he finds his thoughts drifting to you: your soft lips, the curve of your hips and the warmth between your thighs.

He fantasized about how the evening would have gone had you stayed behind. All the lonely nights he spent pining for you in his bunk or from his seat in the cockpit could not match the searing desire for you he felt now.

A crushing feeling of shame shook him out of his fantasy. You were his friend, it was indecent for him to think of you this way. Not only that, he felt it was embarrassingly hopeful. Despite the many less-than-subtle attempts by his brothers to get you two alone, he simply could not find the nerve to make a move.

Just the thought made him choke as he ducks into the next alleyway, shaking his head. He has enough to worry about right now, you were out and he could easily take care of himself. He just has to make it home…

He drops to his knees in the entryway. His limbs tremble beneath him as he struggles to catch his breath. He groans through his teeth as he notices just how hot the skin beneath his armor was. Wasting no time, he begins to strip off his clothes, pulling his right glove off with his teeth as his left hand fumbles to remove his belt. He utters a groan of relief once he is down to nothing but his pants and his boots. Finally alone.

Until he hears someone calling him from across the apartment. He freezes with hand at his waistband when he hears your voice.

He is mortified, sure you had left with the others. It was simply impossible to face you like this. What would you think if you wandered out into the hall to discover him on the ground, half-naked and…excited. What could he possibly say to explain himself?

“Tech, you better say something if it’s you or i'm coming out here swinging!”

He clasps his hand over his mouth to stifle a groan. Your footsteps grow louder as he frantically weighs the pros and cons of making a quick escape, only to find the decision has been taken out of his hands.

You’re standing over him and he hesitantly glances up at you. His eyes rake hungrily over your body. The exposed skin of your thighs, the way your shorts hug your hips, your arms folded beneath your breasts and your sweet smile. You looked so happy to see him.

“Fuck”

It’s all he can manage when he finally meets your gaze. Your face softens with concern. Something was definitely off.

“A little less eloquent than usual, Tech” You teased, crouching in front of him. “What happened to your clothes?”

It was so hard to keep his composure. He really liked the way his name sounded when you said it. “I thought you would be out with the others…why are you here?

You cock an eyebrow as you look him over

“Because I live here; and I was waiting for you.”

You gesture vaguely to the living space behind you a considerable amount of tools and equipment were beginning to pile up.

“We have a lot of unfinished projects just waiting for me to trip over.”

Truthfully you stayed behind to get some time alone with Tech. You often suggested improvements to equipment or to the marauder so you could get him to yourself. You’re pretty sure he likes having you around but you’re not quite sure how much deeper that goes. Even if he wasn’t interested in you romantically it was still nice spending time as a friend.

He sits back on his heels to adjust his goggles and catch his breath.

“This is humiliating to admit but- from my understanding I’ve been inadvertently exposed to some kind of illegal substance.” shuts his eyes tightly in concentration before continuing. “I believe it’s commonly used as a party drug…in much smaller doses.”

He manages to choke out enough details for you to piece together what might have happened, blushing once you get a thorough visual of the side effects.

He assumed you would be disgusted. He could see no other outcome than this forever damaging your relationship after seeing him this way. He fully expected you to walk out the door, disgusted, as he internally mourned the future he had pictured with you.

Instead you’re just concerned. You move closer to him, pushing aside any awkwardness to check his vitals.You need to make sure he’s safe. You gently place the back of your hand against his glistening forehead, doing your best to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Tech, I’m so sorry. ”

His breath catches in his throat as you set your fingertips against his pulse. You could feel the muscles in his neck tensing up at your touch.

“Physically you’re going to be fine”

You offer a lighthearted smile, hoping to alleviate some of the embarrassment. You didn’t quite feel bold enough to offer him ‘help’, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was more than enough to tempt you.

“If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the first person I’ve seen like this. It’s actually pretty easy to overdo it with this stuff- not that you really had a choice”

Tech was speechless for the first time that he can remember. What could he possibly say to you in this moment? He absolutely could not share with you any of the thoughts running through his mind.

He wills himself to move, to speak, to do anything but sit there helplessly. He finds himself raising his left hand to meet yours, still pressed against his neck. The other finds its place below your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Your eyes widen in surprise at the bold gesture. His thumb stills and the hazy smile leaves his eyes when he realizes what he’s doing.

“Sorry” He flashes an apologetic look but makes no attempt to separate from you.

“This is not like me, I promise I’m not some kind of deviant-”

“I know you aren’t” You cut him off as you move to take his hands in your own. “Here, get up. Maybe we should get you into your bed…you could sleep it off?” You stand and pull him to his feet, hoping to restore some dignity to the sweaty, shirtless, mess of a man before you.

You give him a moment to steady himself; his muscles faintly soften as you absentmindedly stroke his palm. Maybe this was what he needed? Any physical touch seemed to be providing a degree of relief.

“Does this help?” your voice is gentle as you try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach. You took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. They were calloused and scarred from his work yet still had a gentleness to them as he held onto you.

“In a way” he answered thoughtfully.

“Though if I can be candid with you it only seems to fan the flames, so to speak.”

Did he mean just the physical touch? Or does he mean you? It’s possible that he's desperately seeking relief and you are the first warm body he’s run into. You push those thoughts aside, re-centering your focus on Tech.

“I could get you a glass of water? Maybe a shower would help”

He paused a moment. His brows knit together as he considered his options.

“Perhaps a shower would help, If you joined me?”

You expect him to laugh, to assure you he was joking, but he does not rescind the offer. His previous hang ups about pursuing you are silenced as his desire reaches a breaking point.

He steps in closer to you and you tilt your head back to look up at him. Has he always been this tall?

His amber gaze scans your features from behind his lenses.

“Unless that’s not your preference?”

He raises his eyebrows, anxiously awaiting your response. He knew it was a longshot but in this moment he felt that there is no other woman he would rather be with.

“Me? Tech, are you sure you know what you’re asking? Maybe I’m misunderstanding-”

“Are the others wrong in their assumptions that you have-” he was sifting through his thoughts for the appropriate words “-romantic feelings for me?”

He tentatively squeezed your hands, hoping he hasn’t crossed a line.

“If so, I'll ask you to forgive me. After my exposure you have completely consumed my thoughts. Although truthfully, this is not much different from any other moment since we’ve met”

Excitement buzzed through your body at his admission. It was all you could do not to pull him close to you and kiss him all over.

“No. They aren't wrong” you admitted, shoulders tensed as you anticipated his next move.

Tech gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

“I can ensure the experience to be mutually pleasurable”

His voice is low and sweet as he cups your face.

You’re suddenly aware that he has been slowly walking you toward the lounge area behind you. Matching every step you take until you find yourself stumbling into the couch.

“I apologize for being so direct but I would love nothing more than to have you right here in this moment. If you’ll indulge me?”

He kneels in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. His touch is excruciatingly soft. “I’ll do anything, Love. I would do anything you ask”

“I’m begging you, mesh’la” he lays his head in your lap, letting out a contented sigh.

“I need you”

He trails soft kisses from your knee to the hem of your shorts. His fingertips trace the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“You’re absolutely sure? This is what you want?” You confirmed one final time before giving in to your own desires.

“Yes” He breathes “This is what I want. Every single day this is what I want.”

You can’t help but take amusement in his melodramatic performance. It’s certainly over the top, and completely unnecessary as he’s already won you over long before this.

You bend forward, brushing your fingers into his hair as you invite him into a gentle kiss. He eagerly accepts, He brushes his tongue softly across your lips before gently moving past them.

You took a moment to breathe him in. An earthy musk mingles with his feverish sweat. Clearly he had been up early today working on the ship. He moans softly into your mouth, kisses becoming more fervent. His tender touch sends tingles through your body as he explores the bare skin beneath your shirt.

His attention drops to his hands as he hooks his fingers into your waistband. He retreats to look at you for final confirmation before quickly sliding your shorts down your legs.

He watches you squirm as he teases his fingers over your underwear. He slips his fingers beneath the lacy fabric, stamping light kisses on your inner thighs.

“Does that feel good?” He coos, having already found a comfortable rhythm between your lips.

You nod your head in response, digging your fingers into the grainy fabric of the couch.

Satisfied with your answer, he gently slides his hand down to your entrance.

“You are remarkably wet already” He pants, a cheeky smile flashed briefly across his lips.

Tentatively, he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, cursing as you clench around his digits. His thumb resumes his pace between your folds as his fingers slide in and out of your core. His cock strains against his pants at the obscene sounds of his fingers between your thighs.

Having collected a considerable amount of your juices on his hand, he reaches into his pants, in desperate need of his own stimulation. He groans as he begins brazenly thrusting into his slick palm.

Even as his need for release rings louder in his ears he holds out long enough to be sure you’re ready for him. He hooks his arm around your thigh and drags you to him, bringing your clothed heat to his mouth. Impatiently he pulls your panties to the side and leans in to taste you.

Under ordinary circumstances he would have gladly spent hours between your thighs, in fact he frequently caught himself daydreaming of just that. His mind would wander to you during any lengthy repairs to the marauder, usually becoming enough of a distraction to warrant a quick break to clear his head.

Tech finally pulls back from you with a groan as the pain from his erection becomes unbearable. He stands and plants his boot next to you on the couch. He extends his arm to steady himself against the wall behind you- still desperately pumping his length.

“Please” He mouths, only to guide your hand toward his discomfort.

“Of course, Tech.” Your mouth waters as you take him into your hands. You begin to slowly work his shaft. A twinge of satisfaction pools in your center as you listen to the string of obscenities drawn out by your touch.

You lean in to slowly lick the length of his shaft before taking him into your mouth. He bucks his hips in response, no longer making an effort to conceal his cries.

“Yes, just like that” his pupils are blown wide as he watches you bob your head up and down, whispering unintelligible praises between breaths. He presses his hips forward, urging you to take him deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, please y/n, I need to feel you”

He begs as he gently slips his hand behind your head to grab a fistful of hair. He holds your head in place as he rhythmically thrusts into the back of your throat. You gag as he quickens his pace, desperately seeking relief by pushing deeper into your throat.

You gasp when he pulls himself out of you, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry- I wasn’t thinking! I just-” He panicks. This is what he was afraid of, he had hurt you. He was sure he would never forgive himself as he watched you wipe at your smeared mascara.

“No, no. I’m fine.” you reassure him as you softly slide your hands up his thighs, resting them at his hips. You looked up at him meekly as you made your request

“I want you to use my mouth, Tech”

Your words elicited a visible shudder from the man, who only hesitated a few moments before repositioning himself at your open mouth. “anything you want, darling”

With your permission, he resumed his roughened pace, being mindful to allow you occasional breaks to catch your breath.

“You look…so...pretty…with my cock in your mouth” he groans between thrusts, his hand planted firmly behind your head as he vehemently chases his release. After a final few, deep thrusts he slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and kneels in front of you.

He searches your features as he brushes your hair out of your face, lightly cradling your head in his hands.

“Still doing alright?” his voice is heavy and his breaths are unsteady, all of his focus is now on you.

Before you answer, you raise your hands to his face, repositioning his goggles that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“Yes” you begin pleading “Please, Tech. I need you to fuck me”

More than happy to fulfill your request, Tech lowers himself between your thighs and goes to remove your underwear.

“Your shirt” He mutters, fully focused on sliding your panties off to reveal your bottom half. You comply, swiftly removing your top and tossing it behind you.

With your heat sufficiently exposed, he draws his eyes to your chest. You feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as he leans in to meet them. A calloused hand greedily cups your breast as he sighs softly into your mouth. He lightly brushes his fingertips over your nipples, making you shiver.

He eases you onto his length, scrutinizing your features as you stretch to accommodate his girth. The scorching heat of your core sends a tremor through his body.

He allows his head to fall back, a hiss escapes through gritted teeth as he slowly bottoms out. You barely have a moment to adjust to him before he really begins rutting into you. Tension visibly dissolves from his body as he finally finds the friction he was aching for.

His pace is relentless, spurred on by your lecherous cries. He holds you firmly in place by your hips, fingers sinking deep into your soft flesh. It’s not long before a fervid sensation creeps behind your skull, causing your walls to clench around him.

Picking up on your body’s signals, he bends forward and cages your head between his arms, purring softly into your ear.

“Go ahead, pretty thing. Cum for me”

His words send shockwaves through your body as you reach the peak of your orgasm. He stays close, holding your shaking thighs and riding out the aftershock with you.

Satisfied with his work, Tech carefully repositions you. He pulls your back to his chest, supporting you in his arms. Carefully he lowers you down onto his pulsing length. His hand moves to lightly grip your throat, steadying you as he bounces you in his lap. His eyes close as he falls into a feverish pace, gasping and whimpering into your hair.

“I’m so close, love. Where can I…”

“Inside.” you gasp as you steady yourself on his forearm. “You can cum inside me”

His grip tightens around you, growing more flustered as he approaches his climax.

He plants an unexpected kiss on your temple as his thighs begin to tremble. You feel him pulsing inside you, on the brink of his long anticipated release.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he paints your insides, embedding himself into the warmth between your thighs. The muscles in his arms twitch around you as his pleasure overtakes him. You listen to his labored breathing as he nestles his face into your neck.

He keeps you close as he comes down from his high, finally finding reprieve from his condition. Neither of you spoke as you listened to the sounds of each other's breath, slowly drifting back to reality.

His fingertips glide over the vulnerable flesh of your neck before he dips down to plant soft kisses below your jawline.

“Thank you” he hums, gently tracing shapes along the length of your arms. You stay like this for a while, finding comfort in each other's closeness.

He sits back into the seat and adjusts your position in his lap. Reaching beside him, he grabs one of the throw blankets and wraps you both in its warmth.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, checking to be sure you’re fully covered.

“Very”

You lay your head against his chest and hear his heartbeat steady.You feel yourself drifting off, only awoken when he finally speaks again.

“I hope you don’t think less of me after this”

His voice is unsteady as he pulls you closer to him.

“I don’t regret our encounter but I am deeply ashamed of my behavior”

Embarrassment bubbles inside you at his words. You had let yourself believe this was more than a quick resolution to his discomfort. You felt foolish for believing it all, of course it’s not his fault but you should have known he would have said anything to get relief.

The lump forming in your throat stopped you from answering, the silence only broken by the steady pounding in his chest.

“I had hoped our first time might have been much more intimate.” He continues, oblivious to your inner narrative.

“I was planning the perfect evening for us- granted that I ever gained the courage to ask you”

You leaned to the side so you could look up at him. He was already looking down at you through half lidded eyes.

“Although, I think we might have just circumvented that milestone” he adjusts his goggles and offers a bashful smile.

“I think it was long overdue” You give a quick squeeze to his hand. “It was nice, and I was happy to help”

He nodded then set his chin on the top of your head, squeezing you just a bit tighter

“Agreed.”

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When the others got back you all gathered at the bar to get caught up on their usual shenanigans, Cid never sent them on a mission that would go smoothly. Tech immediately presented Omega with her newly fixed holopad. After a quick talk about the importance of keeping her things out of Wreckers destructive reach, Omega quickly ran up to her room stating she had a lot of reading to catch up on.

You returned to the bar to find that Tech had already gotten you a drink, a subtle gesture that did not go unnoticed. You thanked him and reached your hand out to give his a soft squeeze.

“Oh my god, I knew it!” You are all startled by Cid’s sudden outburst.

“Knew what?” Hunter questioned, clearly already annoyed with her after the unexpected terrors he faced on the last mission.

She nodded in your direction, a smug grin creeping across her face.

“They finally did it- Look at ‘em! Pay up, Killjoy” she turns to Echo with an outstretched hand

He looks between you and Tech, then rolls his eyes as he digs through his pockets for any loose credits. “You two couldn’t have waited another 14 rotations?” he grumbles as he places the contents of his pocket on the bar in front of him.

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to” Tech tries to play coy but he is thwarted by the flush on both of your faces.

“He’s talking about you two finally hooking up. Took ya long enough!” He laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink. “HA! I didn’t think you had it in ya Tech!”

He gives Tech a rough shove on the shoulder as you bury your face in your hands.

“You are as subtle and eloquent as ever, Wrecker” He says through gritted teeth.

Hunter brings his hands up to rub his temples, finally putting a stop to the nonsense “Okay, enough, all of you! You’re giving me a migraine”

[fuwushiguro]

They Tell Me That It's Good For Me

Zeke Yeager x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: It’s hip to be square… Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any. Words: 4k

Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.

“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.

A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.

He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.

Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.

Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.

But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.

Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.

“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.

“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.

“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.

“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.

“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.

“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”

“Do you ever pay for it?”

“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.

“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”

“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.

“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.

“I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.

“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.

“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.

“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.

“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.

“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?

“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.

“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.

“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.

“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.

“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”

“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.

“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.

“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”

Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.

Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.

Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.

Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.

“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.

“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”

You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.

You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.

“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”

That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.

“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”

“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.

“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.

He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.

“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.

“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.

“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”

“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”

“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”

“Screaming?”

“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”

“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.

“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”

“No,”

“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.

It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?

“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.

“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”

She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?

“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.

“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”

“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”

“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”

“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.

“Do you remember hurting your brother?”

“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.

“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”

“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”

“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”

“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”

“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.

“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.

“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.

No.

Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.

Fuck.

Every single thing is coming back to him, now.

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.

“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”

© 2022 fuwushiguro

[obsidiancreates]

The Creeping Fog

"-so I tried reconnecting it here but that just shorted the whole thing out and now I have to- hello?" Donald snaps his fingers in front of Donnie's face.

Donnie startles, cloudy eyes focusing on Donald. "Huh?"

"We were discussing my attempts at bonding with you by working with trash and how it is working out about as well as I expected."

"Oh, yeah. No, I knew that." Donnie rubs his eyes with his palms. "Okay, so you were, um... ooooh, hey, that's shiny..."

"Yes?" Donald tilts his head as Donnie reaches for the small machine on the desk. "It is also live so-"

"AHHHHHH!"

"-be careful." Donald pulls Donnie's chair away from the desk. "Okay, I know you know lab safety better than that."

"Smells like burning," Donnie says with a slight laugh. "Uh, what were we saying?"

"... Okay... this is unusual behavior from you. I will consult your brothers."

"Okay."

"Don't touch anything."

"Okay."

"Will you actually not touch anything?"

"Uh... yes."

"You're coming with me." Donald grabs Donnie by the wrist, and Donnie doesn't even fight it. His blank expression pinches as they get moving.

"Wait, what's happening?"

"We're going to find your brothers, because you're acting unusually."

"No, wait I know what's wrong. I need... some-something. Mikey?"

"You need your Mikey?"

"Ooooh, butterfly."

"That is a regular fly. Ah, Leo!" Donald comes to a halt in front of the older turtle. "Your brother seems to be experiencing some sort of episode."

"What?" Leo looks confused until Donnie leans in with a dopey smile and boops his not-nose, then seems to lose all energy as his eyes cloud and jaw goes slack.

"Oh, no." Leo takes both of Donnie's hands and guides him to sit on the couch. "Donnie, can you focus up? Hey, Donnie? Are you there?"

Donnie blinks, and nods slowly. He smiles again. "Are we playing a game?"

"Do you remember the last time you took your meds, Donnie?"

"Meds?" Donald pulls up his files on the older turtles. "I don't have any records of medical requirements being mentioned, what does he need?"

"Mikey makes it."

"Your Mikey? The one I saw putting gummy worms into uncooked pizza dough, baking it, blending it, and then pouring that onto a pizza with ice cream on it?"

"Yeah, he's better at chemistry than cooking, somehow. Donnie, how long has it been?"

"Uh..." Donnie blinks. His eyes focus more, and his expression pinches again. "I-I can't remember Leo, I- where are we-"

"It's okay," Leo soothes. he tosses his T-Phone to Donald. "Can you text Mikey and Raph? We need to find his meds."

"On it. What's going on, then? This is normal?"

"For a few years now. There was a chemical accident and... we thought Mikey's concoction fixed him for good, but it turns out he needs to take it at least once a week, maybe more depending on how bad the episodes get."

"And the symptoms?"

"He explains it better-"

"I've got this, bro." Mikey says, entering with Raph and holding a medicine bottle. He hands it to Leo, who begins measuring the dose, and then turns to Donald. He thinks for a second, and then recites it like he's reading a grocery list. "Brain fog, lose of direction, short-term and long-term memory loss, inability to form new memories, Agnosia-"

Donald's eyes widen and widen as the list goes. He looks at Donnie, who's coaxed into taking the medicine by Raph. Leo keeps hold of one of Donnie's hands, and looking back at Mikey Donald is pretty sure he's tearing up.

"And this was a chemical accident?" Donald blurts out. "What kind of chemicals was he working with?!"

Mikey rubs the back of his neck, and Leo grits his teeth and looks away. Raph squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his forehead. Donnie's medicine apparently hasn't kicked in yet, because he's just staring at the wall making mouth noises.

"Our Shredder developed a method of mind-control," Leo finally says. Raph shudders, and Donald is pretty sure he can connect the dots there. "He used them on our Karai." Nevermind, now it's less clear. He's still willing to bet Raph was at some point affected, though. "Donnie was trying to make a way to kill the method, a worm that goes into the brain."

Donald shudders now, feeling phantom tentacles crawling up his shell, sinking in, not painful but invasive-

"I uh." Mikey snaps him out of it. Mikey shuffles his feet and looks away, blinking quickly. "I was messing around in his lab, just like, bored you know? And he told me to leave him alone, and I didn't, and he yelled and I fell right into his desk, and it spilled onto his hand and he started getting all weird and then-"

Donnie leans over the arm of the couch and flicks the tail of Mikey's mask. "Ha-ha, bunny," he snorts.

"That kinda stuff. He spent the whole night and longer losing it, and sometimes he could tell it was happening and sometimes he couldn't and-"

"They worked on making the medicine better together and everything was settled," Raph cuts in, glaring at Donald like Donald has said something (or like he expects Donald to say something). "It's under control now."

Donald nods slowly. "That is... a horrifying story. Are you able to keep up your supply of it?"

"Long as we've got pepperoni, we've got Donnie," Mikey says, oddly grim for how silly the sentence is. So Donald just rolls with it.

"Right. Well, we should let Leon know about this- actually, we should let everyone know, so that we can keep an eye out in case he has an episode again. We should also discuss warning signs of them coming on, if there are any, as well as guidelines for how to handle him in that state."

"Just like that?" Raph moves closer to Donnie.

"While we have little experience with the mental scarring your family endures, as well as the severity of it-"

"Oh, Mr. Sugarcoat over here-"

"-we'd like to be respectful of them. We have our own boundaries as well." Like no pink frosting anymore, for one, and no separating from Leo in the middle of a fight, and no Magic Hands practice in front of Junior-

"It's not a boundary." Leo's voice is quiet, but strong, a mantra flowing out of him as naturally as a breath. "It's an accommodation." Raph smiles a little and knocks his shoulder against Leo's. Leo puts a hand onto one knee, the one Donnie has noticed he tends to favor, and smiles back.

"He'll be okay in a bit," Raph says, gesturing to the now-snoozing Donnie. "We'll let him know you're worried. Sorry for not telling you sooner, we figured he'd do it."

"Ah, ah-ha." Donald shakes his head. "No, if there's one thing my counterpart hesitates to speak about, it's what he considers personal failings." We're so painfully alike in that way. "I'm sure this falls under that."

"Probably." Leo sighs deeply. "Mikey, go with Donald and tell him everything you know."

"Kay. Lemme know when he wakes up so I can make him some sorry food or something."

"That'll make him wish we didn't help him," Raph groans.

Donnie laughs a little in his sleep.

[technicallyverycowboy]

kinnporsche finale ep 14

this was fun as hell! truly cannot thank @vegaseatsass enough for getting me to watch it less than a month ago. really put in the work there, bb <3

shit i loved about episode 14:

vegas just out here wearing a silk pajamas shirt as a top like some kind of thrifty lesbian. more importantly, he warns porsche! he does care about him! (the alternate interpretation is that he's doing it for pete. honestly porque no los dos?)

the first time i watched the finale i was slightly stoned and upon seeing gun, whispered very sincerely to my wife, "that's how you can tell they're in the past. his ascot is smaller."

i'm so sorry, but the incest fake out is extremely funny to me

the audacity of korn to claim that he lost track of porsche and porchay when they are still living in their parents' house. unless he straight up forgot they existed for the last ten years, he damn well knew.

lol kim would rip chan's throat out with his teeth fiven five minutes.

my hottest take for this fandom is that i think porsche was always in the family, he just didn't know. so going from being totally in the dark at the start to being in a position where he can do something about it is strongly hopeful. gun and korn's fucking around has finally been found out, which means porsche and kinn can start their own fucking around.

my second hottest take is that i don't think it really matters which brother shot his dad. i think the years long captivity of his mom is the much worse thing.

actually it's very hot of kinn when he starts shooting at board meetings. the subtle red stripe to his suit is such a chef's kiss moment. i love that he really hasn't killed a ton of people, which makes this moment a little bit shocking.

what in the bougie ass head camp counselor fuck is this war outfit, gun?

i'm! on! your! side! and that, i think, is why korn has, at bare minimum, not totally won. yes, he is masterful at pulling the strings, but he's dealing with people not puppets and there is inherent unpredictability (and incest apparently) in that.

kinn getting in one last grope in case he dies and this is his last chance. the hug/dance/shooting sequence is a work of art.

the saddest thing about vegas is that kinn has consumed so much of his interior life and kinn doesn't really think that much about him at all. also the panic in kinn yelling "don't" is great for me personally, known enjoyer of hot men suffering.

oh shit we've come full circle and we're running through parking garages again! somewhere in the hospital where big is definitely alive he just rolled his eyes and doesn't know why.

"if i die today, could you be the one to kill me?" DERANGED (positive)

"because i'm hungry"/"are you very hungry" once again my soul exits my body and flies toward the sun. the way vegas's voice breaks on "why did you follow me?"

can you imagine what the other mafia families in the world make of this shit? korn's nephew taking power, also fucking korn's son.

it's actually very funny that most of the time kinn and porsche are fucking it's to the soundtrack of kinn's baby brother singing a song about porsche's baby brother.

i find tankhun sending that photo really fucking pointed and i love that about him

and finally, macau's response of, "i was eavesdropping obviously" is the exact little brother energy i appreciate in this family.

obvi the next step for vegas and pete is getting vegas to understand that someone can be both the most important person in the world to you and also a beloved pet.

[iwashieonhiatus]

💛𝙱𝙻𝙻𝙺 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 💚pt2

💚 MIKAGE REO- VAGALUMES- POLLO

He would hunt all the fireflies, he could color the sky another color to see you smile, he would go from Mars to the moon. He would simply make another world just for you if you asked. The guy is the last romantic in the world. (By the way, the music guys hunted so many fireflies that you don't see one of these in Brazil anymore)

💛 OLIVER AIKU/OTOYA EITA- AMIGA DA MINHA MULHER- SEU JORGE

He's with you, but he smiles at others, yes! After all, he's dating and not blind. Keep an eye on him, hide best friends, cousins, strangers, any woman keep them away because this man is a womanizer.

💚 BAROU SHOEI- CACHORRINHO- KELLY KEY

This man is bossy, likes to yell and the whole nine yards, but if there's one person he obeys without a second thought, it's you. There is no boldness within this man that does not undo when you command him. He's your puppy and nothing changes my mind.

💚 YUKIMIYA KENYU- CHEGA- DUDA BEAT

He's this nice and hectic vibe. He has a calm and seductive way of mastering all your thoughts, coming into your life and turning everything around, making everything be about him and his smile. The looks, the urge to kiss him, the tension between you growing more and more. None have comparison, he is unique.

💚 ZANTETSU TSURUGI- ALL STAR- NANDO REIS

Strange it would be if you didn't fall in love with him and everything he does, from the way he misses words to the way he never forgets to brush his teeth because it's the family motto. It would be strange not to fall in love with this strange man.

💛 NAGI SEISHIRO- ESTÚPIDO CUPIDO- CELLY CAMPELLO

He looks dumb enough to get the passion of several, but he doesn't know how to take care of that feeling. your cupid is not very good at work, hit the arrow on the handsome guy who made empty promises. It was good while it lasted, but now you just want peace while still remembering the handsome guy who didn't know how to love you.

💚 ITOSHI SAE- PRECISO ME ENCONTRAR- CARTOLA

the constant search for oneself, the negativity towards Japan and the broken dreams after Spain… "Let him go, he needs to find himself"

💛ITOSHI RIN- ERA UMA VEZ- KELL SMITH

For me he wants to go back to childhood when his brother was with him. Childhood is the most precious memory for him and that's why he has this obsession with his brother. "Because a shredded knee hurts a lot less than a broken heart…"

[revvnant]

Misconception: He didn't love his brother. Is that.... True?

send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I’ll explain if it’s true or not.

heehee. so i'm gonna say heated things in this post, anon, and it's not because you asked the question. i love this question. when i strawman in here i'm referencing things i've seen in the tags and on other social media over the years. anyways, my first response when people bring this up is usually. that is an extremely complex thing to ask a teenager in michael's position. now, i'm not saying michael is The Victim, given that evan is literally dead. i'm extremely pro-michael responsibility. while it looks like the argument over whether or not he's the bully brother has died off somewhat ( or maybe i've just cultivated my experience a bit better lol ) i used to see so many Fourth Afton Siblings and it drove me insane. i craved that moral ambiguity, that is to say the ambiguity of the action / motivation, and the cloud that it left hanging over michael's story. i liked how it served a narrative where michael callously disregarded his sibling's safety and it got him killed, only for michael to try to be the best brother he could to his sister and lose her anyways, and in much the same way. i loved that michael wasn't perfect and rankled at the push for him to be distanced from the incident because it felt like people weren't willing to say that michael could be both a victim of abuse and a bully who got a kid mauled by taking a malicious prank too far.

which brings me back to the complexity. while it does not excuse michael's actions and certainly doesn't bring evan back, i don't think it's... disrespectful? choosing a side?? to say that michael was also in a bad situation. like. based solely off what we see in the games, michael and evan are on their own. we always see them home alone in an empty house. evan walks to and from freddy's without supervision ( not super unusual, but also something that, at the time, was becoming less common -- i like it as a prelude to the mci, where parents would stop allowing their children to go out alone ). he's spending time at a venue he not just dislikes, but is terrified of, on the regular -- and we don't know why, but i've always assumed that either william is bringing him to work with him or michael is dragging him there after school ( with evan then being free to walk home if he wants to, but he's also clearly discouraged from doing so, given the number of times he tries to 'escape' ). and now he's having his birthday party there. at the very least, his father is negligent. the only family member we see him with is michael.

we're entering headcanon territory now, so be warned of that. while i do a lot of research to back this up, i will also be upfront in saying that i'm spinning a narrative because i think it's appropriate for the setting and want to explore it. hence, there's nothing authoritative here, and i understand if it's not people's cup of tea. that said, michael is the oldest afton sibling. in a lot of places, especially that part of america, eldest / older children are expected to help raise their younger siblings. given that we don't see william around, let alone a mother, i've always come away with the impression that michael was left with a lot of the daily care of the kids. get them to and from school, help with their homework, make sure they shower and brush their teeth, etc. to some people that may sound extreme or dramatic, but it's reality for a lot of kids. they're made to grow up more quickly than their siblings or only children out of necessity. this isn't a blanket judgment of this practice, because 1) utah is not the only place on earth this happens and the cultural context in other places is different, so i don't want to smear that and 2) teaching children some responsibility is not necessarily a bad thing in my eyes.

it is, however, a lot of pressure on a kid. i've made michael four years older than evan and eight years older than elizabeth. those aren't insignificant age gaps, but while he slots more 'naturally' into that parental role for his sister, he and evan are much closer in age. he's twelve when evan is eight, fifteen when evan is eleven ( where i've placed the birthday party in the timeline ). he wants to be hanging out with friends and doing his own thing, and he's being held back ( in his mind ) by having to watch his siblings and, horror of horrors, take his brother with him when he goes places. probably not unusual for where they're living, again, but still. this would normally lead to some inter-sibling resentment, but there are additional layers to this.

one, i think michael struggles in school due to his situation at home. i think both the absence of his parents and the responsibility of watching his siblings are crunching his brain, and he's mentally ill and dyslexic in a school system not designed to accommodate him. if he doesn't make sure his brother's homework gets done, he gets in trouble. forget his own homework. if william and diane are working late, he's responsible for dinner. then he has to get them to bed. once that's done, he can do his own work / shower / whatever else he needs to do. he's exhausted.

two, he is being abused. the degree to which varies from person to person but this is my blog and i say that william was physically abusive. not only do i think there's more than enough evidence of this in the games ( midnight motorist, his comfort killing children when he has kids of his own ), but secondary research has all but proven to me that you almost never see cases of child killing without abuse going on in the house. you just. as a baseline. are not simultaneously a kind parent and a child murderer. to have your own children and to be comfortable killing somebody else's children may seem like two separate things in fiction, which is why i'm not against people saying that william was 'only a little' / not physically abusive, but in real life that just... doesn't happen. and my blog for the sci-fantasy horror series about possessed bear robot is historically inspired so we all just have to live with that.

a few things with the abuse, though. firstly, michael is learning violence in the home. he is being conditioned to accept physical harm as the norm, and his father is setting the example that the right way to cope with your emotions is to lash out. and not only is mike experiencing the normal heightened emotional state of puberty, he's angry and confused and upset because his father is mistreating him. he's being hurt and he has no one to appeal to ( another big historical theme for me: a lack of intervention in hurricane; not their children, not their problem, and heaven forbid someone tell another man how to run his household! ), he can't get away from it unless he wants to pack up a little rucksack and flee ( i do believe this happened at least once and he quickly got found and returned to his parents ), so he just has to sit. and stew in it. and not understand why it's happening. because there is no good reason for it. i'm very much not like. 'william abused michael because michael acted out!' the opposite, in fact. michael acted out because he was being abused -- and because he was a teenager! and that idea always rubbed me the wrong way because, to be quite honest, abusive parents do not need a 'reason' to hurt their kids. they don't need an inciting incident. i know parents are people, but abusive parents -- parents with a pattern of violence -- are gonna do what they do regardless of how their kids act. they can say there's a reason for it, but if there isn't? they'll invent one. so there shall be no 'mike was a bully and william started punishing him more harshly' here.

secondly, michael has to cope with his situation differently than his siblings. evan is a crybaby -- and rightfully so, given what he's going through! he also lives with an abusive father, though i don't believe he's william's usual target; that house is a nightmare and he is in it with the rest of them. plus, his brother bullies him! i would cry! but i think the crying is something that michael grows to resent very quickly. michael isn't 'allowed' to cry; he's a 'man', his father expects more from him. michael 'has it worse' than evan, so what does evan even have to cry about? michael doesn't cry when he gets mistreated, and 'nobody's' mistreating evan. evan, as far as michael is concerned, is being waited on hand-and-foot by him. he's the one helping with the homework and tying the shoelaces and walking him to school and picking him up at the end of the day. he's the one losing sleep and weekends with friends to take care of him. what the fuck could evan ever have to cry about? by that logic, maybe michael should give him something to cry about -- like william gives him something to cry about. because that's what real men do.

thirdly, as implied above, michael is the barrier. he's the oldest, he's the one who looks like william, he's the puberty-riddled mentally ill punk-leaning problem child. he is his father's target of choice. and i think he took pride in that fact when it first began, that he could take it, that he could serve as a shield. but he's a child and that didn't last long. how could it? he was being hurt. he just does not have the capacity to be like, 'no, i can do this for their sakes and be happy about it, it's good that it's me and not them.' few adults can do that without developing resentment for the people they're 'defending' ( especially when that's not what's really happening -- they're not 'defending' their siblings / children / etc. from anything, they're just being attacked ). but michael can't fight back against william. william is a grown adult and his father. so he gets mad at the only person he can do anything against in this equation: the other victim.

so we have a kid at an age where he normally wouldn't want to be hanging out with his younger brother, but he doesn't really have a choice. maybe some teasing would be normal, but this boy has been subjected to violence, and has, in his frustration and confusion, turned this violence upon his only feasible target. and it is violent. it's horrible. but is this hatred? is this evidence that michael hates his brother? i don't think so. i think they are in a fucking horrendous situation and they're just trying to survive. i don't think removed and sweeping concepts like 'michael loves his brother' or 'michael hates his brother' ( as if the two are mutually exclusive? ) apply here. michael took care of his brother. you could call that love. michael tormented his brother. you could call that hate. michael intended to frighten and maybe even hurt evan, but not to kill him, and it still resulted in evan's death. did he do it out of hate? if hate here is shorthand for 'a desire to see evan dead', no. if it's 'a desire to make evan uncomfortable and upset', maybe!

but like. i dunno. abusive households are like a pocket dimension. you need years of therapy to unpack that shit. i don't think sitting down and casting judgment on michael based on whether or not one believes that he 'hated' his brother is fair or worthwhile. with all that going on above, it's not even a thought exercise i'm interested in, if the end goal is to rank michael as a Good or Bad person. rather, i want to explore what would lead to an incident like that. maybe michael loved his brother, but in that house, expressing that love in any sort of healthy way was not an option. and that's far more compelling to me than 'michael was born bad' or 'michael is an unfeeling monster'.

[tar-thelien]

Chapter eleven; Looking For Light In The Darkness

Chapter notes:

Elros and Elrond ask a lot of questions and Elrond gets advised to seek Maedhros out about his nightmares

words: 1037

“Why are your fangs smaller than Maglor and Maedhros´s?” Elros asked Erestor when he took the older one yawning, a day after Maglor had left for patrol. They were sitting outside on one of the less used stairs, leading to a small private garden.

“The same reason yours won´t be as big as theirs.” Erestor answered shortly as he looked through the papers he had made the twins write.

“So, you´re a child?”

“No.”

“But you´re younger than them? And not full grown?”

“I´m closer to you in age than them, but not a child.”

“Oh,” Elros answered looking down at the stones in his hands. He had dirked them up from the dirt below their feet, uncaring for the mud on his palms and under his nails now, “why does everyone here speak another language when they don´t think we´re there and even sometimes when we are there?” he continued after some time.

Sighting Erestor sat the papers down and took his head in his hands, “because most residents here are of the Noldor whose native language is Quenya, whereas yours would be Sindarin.”

“Why do we learn Tangwar then?” Elrond joined looking confused, “isn´t that the script for Quenya? And you make us write in Quenya with it too.”

“Tangwar, is not only the script of Quenya, although that´s what it´s used for the most, and because that´s what Kano prioritizes because of your lineage.”

“Our mother is Sindarin,” Elros cut in.

“Your father was of the Noldor,” Erestor answered curtly glaring down at the two children.

“And Atani.” Elrond said quietly, “I don´t know what that means, but Maglor said that.”

“Humans,” Erestor answered with a small thrown, “it means human. Elrond are you okay, you don´t look the best.”

“I had a nightmare, is all,” the young peredhel mumbled as he sank his head down in between his shoulders.

“Tell Timo. He knows how to help with it, he helped me sometimes, and Elveo,” Erestor answered with a sigh, slowly touching the child´s back with a hand to roll comfortable circles, right before he stood up and left the two children for themself.

“I´ll leave after lunch, so Maedhros will take care of you for a day or two. I´m on my way to warn him now,” he called after himself, as he disappeared through a door.

“He´ll probably bite your head off,” Elros adds soon after Erestor left with a shrug, “he got pretty large teeth. Larger than Ada´s and Egalmoth´s. Do you think they´re bigger than Maglor´s and everyone’s else’s?”

“I had a bad dream,” Elrond murmured looking down at his slippers, feeling colder as the dark shadow was looming over him when the door opened, only made more prominent by the fireplace at the furthest wall in the red haired elf's office.

He had tried to wake Elros but his brother had just slept on, only half waking once mumbling something about a hedgehog at the bottom of the sea and that if Elrond couldn´t sleep he should go bother a grown up, since they knew how to help.

“Why did you come here?” Maedhros asked not moving away from the door frame, as he looked down at the Peredhel with a raised scarred eyebrow, “I´m sure there are others you could have gone to.”

“Erestor left this day. After lunch. He said you knew,” Elrond murmured grabbing his nightshirt with his hands to calm himself down, “that he would warn you.”

“Well, he didn´t.”

“No.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“There wasn´t light under your door, but there was light under this one.”

“This is my door too.”

Elrond nodded with a down turned head trying to keep his wet eyes away from the grown elf so Maedhros wouldn´t see them, not answering verbally, afraid he would begin sobbing.

“Well?” Maedhros pressed tilting his head, and torso, as if his neck was stiff and his whole body had to follow so as not to fall apart, to the side as if trying to catch sight of the child´s eyes.

“Erestor says you have nightmares all the time. Th-a-at´s why you´re-re so angry and-nd tired and some-e-ti-times disappear,” Elrond stuttered out.

“So?”

“T-That mean-ns you can he-h-help.”

Sighing Maedhros crushed down in front of Elrond spreading his arms out, “come, we will go to the kitchen and see if there´s anything warm to drink. My Amme always did that when I was upset as a child,” he explained as Elrond answered by spreading his own arms out with a look of wonder and amazement in his teary eyes at Maedhros´s words as he was lifted up by the tall elf.

“What was the nightmare about?” Elrond only shook his head as he looked down without further answer, holding tighter around Maedhros´s neck with his arms as they went down the first set of stairs, on their journey to the kitchen.

“I don´t want to go to bed, you should read me a story?” Elrond murmured in Maedhros´s arms as he was yet again carried up towards the family wing, if it could be called that, holding a half filled mig with streaming honeyed milk he had been slurping on. The kitchen had been too cold and the grown elf had been quick to see the half elven child trying to hide his shivers as he sat on the bensh he had been placed on.

“You don´t think that will wake Elros?”

“Then you can read for me in your room, there´s probably lots of exciting things, there were in Ada´s room you know. He had a story for each thing in there!”

“Then, don´t you think you should be the one telling me stories?” Maedhros asked with a small laughtinng huff, “how did you get out of your room anyway, isn´t the door supposed to be locked?”

“Maglor forgets to lock the door most of the time. Sometimes me and Elros will go out in the halfway when´s he´s playing in the night. Elros acts out what he thinks will happen if he kicks the door. And Erestor thinks it´s bad for the mind. I do too.”

“Then I´ll make sure Maglor keeps forgetting when he gets back.”

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Elrond´s dream varies from PTSD from Sirion to foresight, this one being foresight as he wouldn´t have gone to Maedhros otherwise - probably about Maedhros´s death, even if it was just a feeling, as I don´t see why he would have sought him out otherwise if he has Elros, but then again Elros might not be that interested in graphic horror stories. Also Elrond was drowsed with sleep and didn´t fully understand he went to Maedhros for comfort up til he began crying.

Elveo = Star like (M): Quenya; a name Maedhros comes up with for Ereinion in my other fic

[sassycheesecake]

My pretty sunshine sachan

How are you on tumbler?

So here is the thing

I've always been self conscious about how do I look when I smile my widest smile, don't get me wrong, I love my smile and I think it's the only cute thing about me, but I just don't like how does I look when it's wide and all my teeth are showing (both of my Jaws are prominent so it looks like all my teeth are leaving my mouth) and I always end up covering my mouth while feeling delighted

BUT since now I'm an adult who's earning her own money I decided to have an orthodontist soon

How do you think Wakatoshi, Osamu, Daichi, Kyoomi and Iwazumi would react about getting a braces?

Hiii!❤️❤️

I am doing alright, I have been working on a Meian and my Osamu oneshot, but my sleep schedule is kind of messed up right now. Hopefully I will be able to finish them this year! :D

There’s always something or some things that people are self conscious about. But that’s okay! No one is perfect on the in-and outside. You shouldn’t let it get to your head to much. You’re a beautiful person, I have seen your smiles on Snapchat and they always brighten my day❤️ your fun personality adds to your awesomeness <3

You’re taking matters to your own hands and that’s great! Keep me updated on it :)

Let’s get to your ask regarding the reader getting braces! I apologize in advance I have like zero experience with that and I have never known anyone with braces :’D

Wakatoshi-kun…. Hmmm….. to be honest I see him being supportive but also confused on his partner getting braces. BUT. He would drive his s/o to the dentist and also pick them up. Honestly the best caretaker when it comes to comforting you pain wise. I don’t know about his cooking skills, I know he can do like basic things and he would be so careful with you. Gentle giant 🥹

Samuuu… I feel like he will be an asshole about it in the beginning. Like make fun of your pain in a teasing way, take post-op braces photos for his memory album on his phone and tease you about those as well. Hot chef will make food that’s easy for you to eat while you’re healing up. Husband material <333 picks you up after your appointment and closes his restaurant earlier just for you❤️ if dinner rush is too bad, he’ll make his brother pick you up. And Atsumu would take so many pics to send it to Osamu.

Captain Daichi 🤔 Daichi would take the day off to drive and pick you up from the dentist. I even think he would wait in the waiting room for you to be done. Already has a few meals prepared that his mum suggested for you to eat. He a great boyfriend <333

Omi-kun, our germaphobe beauty 🤤 Kiyoomi would only drive and pick up if it’s absolutely necessary and if seriously no one else can take you. At home he would make sure you take your pain meds exactly on time and would scold you if you take them five minutes later than the time you’re supposed to take them. Will 70% be a teasing asshole about your situation (pain-wise, swelling wise). Willingly gets you easy-to-chew-food and would go to the pharmacy at 11 pm if it means getting you more meds because of your pain.

Iwa-chan. Man’s gonna take a whole damn week off to take care of you. Hubby material as well, no one can fight me on this. Sneakily take some pics as well, whenever you think you’re not looking. He’d so concerned about your pain levels, asks like every 1-2 hours if you’re okay.

Nonetheless, none of them would love you any less just because you have braces 🥰

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 21: Sugar & Smoke | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

As much as it pained him to consider that his business and home could very well get caught in the crossfire of the uprising that Vander was starting to plan, Kass also understood that the living conditions in his hometown were only getting worse.

And he wanted to help where he could.

Your fence was no stranger to arming Zaunites. His mentor had helped smuggle ammunition and weapons to your father and his comrades while they hunted enforcers. Getting ahold of ready-to-use gunpowder may be more difficult now, but finding the raw materials?

They should really be more careful.

“Prepping for a full-on uprising is a larger scale than your old man’s assassination vacation.”

“I know. But I trust Vander. He seems to think we can pull it off…including you.”

Your words cause Kass to hesitate before speaking.

“I’m not who I’m worried about. I can get the powders.”

He ashes his cigarette and taps his thumb on the tray before sitting back again. His bottom lip closing over his upper while he turns his head towards the window—seemingly playing out the entire situation and weighing his risks.

“Is he expecting you to make all of the ammunition too?” He turns back to you and studies your expression as you answer.

“No. He’s got some handloader guy that’s supposed to be pretty fast and can apparently get the supplies for that.”

“Who the fuck does he know that can get that many casings or bullets?”

“You really think he’s going to tell anyone that? I don’t know anyone you work through.”

“You have a name for this guy?”

“I have nothing on this guy.”

Kass looks uneasy, but cocks his brows at you with an exhale.

“Tip me off before there’s movement. I refuse to die in Piltover.”

“I’ll get you out, and find a safe place to stay too.”

“Well, if you get yourself killed in that mess, I’m just taking your studio.”

“Charming…why would you want my studio?”

“Closer proximity to Remy.”

“You are so fucking gross.”

After trading some tonics, tobacco, and rolling paper for coins that you can use to get the rest of your goods in the market, Kass agreed to supply the gunpowder ingredients as a favor to Vander…along with safe passage for his aquatic family if the time came for them to move.

“I’ll stop back before I head home to pick up the powders—rather not walk around town with sulfur.”

“I’ll have everything bagged and ready by the time you’re back.”

“Appreciate it.”

“And remember to curb the cursing—they’ll pick up on your undercity potty mouth and snub you.”

“I need you to never say the word ‘potty’ again.”

Luckily the square is busy today. It’s a little easier to keep your head down and blend in while you weave in and out of the crowd to make your way to the bakery. You snag some baking soda and sugar with ease, but struggle with the shop owner’s small talk.

“Oh! What are you baking today?”

‘Smoke bombs.’

“Sugar cookies!” You attempt as sincere a smile as you’re able despite lying through your teeth to this sweet little old lady. “It’s…my sister’s birthday.” A small bolt of terror forces your hand to grab some vanilla beans to further sell your story.

Great. You’re panic-shopping with expensive ingredients.

“That’s so sweet of you, dear.”

A breathy “Hah.” is all you can manage before you have to look away. You feel your guise of a loving brother start to crumble and glance around at the endcaps to keep busy while she starts to bag up your groceries.

Some homemade porosnax catch your eye and you quickly add them to your haul to support local-ish and try to feel a little less shitty.

…It’s not working.

You’ve always been a terrible liar and try to distract your mind so you don’t slip up or look even more uneasy. You wonder how finding a lab space is going for Viktor. If he’s warm enough with how much colder it’s gotten. If you should bring him something to your date tomorrow…what would you even bring him? Flowers would be weird right?

…Why is the shop owner looking at you like that?

“Beg your pardon?” You ask her, unsure if you missed something.

“Your sister, what’s her name?”

“Oh! Vik…tor…ia…”

“Vik—sorry?”

“Victoria.”

…Smooth.

She pauses with a small nod and smiles before scribbling something onto a small piece of paper. You’re not sure she bought it, but focus instead on quickly exchanging your coins for the groceries so you can turn to leave.

Her voice stops you before you take a second step.

“Here, before you go.” You turn back to find her offering you a small bag of chocolates, causing you to look up at her curiously. “For Victoria. Thank you for trusting us with your ingredients for such a special occasion.”

Oh fuck, here comes the guilt.

“Of course, and thank you so much h—she will...just love these!” You nod your head to the point that it almost looks like a bow. Is that a normal thing? Is that a thing at all? Do they bow up here? Does anyone bow anywhere? It looks like she’s laughing and you see yourself out before this gets any weirder.

Alright, that was a nightmare.

Next stop.

You would hardly call the perfumer an acquaintance, but your conversations were always enjoyable. And as much as you loathed doing runs (or anything, really) for Finn, it was at least a nice excuse to visit one of your favorite topside shops.

As soon as you step in the door, you’re greeted with the all too familiar smell of florals and botanicals. It’s a small, modest shop with wooden accents around the room and has a very limited selection. The perfumer makes all of their fragrances in-house which makes every bottle unique…and expensive.

“Welcome back.” The perfumer’s voice was always so soothing to listen to. Beautifully androgynous and as smooth as ever. “Here on Finn’s behalf, I expect?”

“One day I promise it’ll be on my own.” You mean what you say, even though it felt unlikely with how unwilling you were to drop this kind of coin on something you could probably create to some extent. “How’s business?”

“It’s good. Steady, the way I like it. Especially with the winter holiday just around the corner.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

They’re already walking towards Finn’s signature cologne like they read your mind. “I’ll warn you this one might not be quite as strong as his last batch.”

“Not sure he’ll notice to be honest—he touches up every few hours in between clients.”

“Is that what he’s doing…”

It was more of a thought to themself than a question for you to answer, but you’re still curious at what was going through their head. They hold a small green bottle out and you flick the cap back to smell the blend.

“Yep, that’s the one.” You pull out the usual coinage for it and hesitate once you realize why they might be interested in how Finn uses the cologne. “…is this oil based…?”

They nod slowly, brows gradually rising. ��Yes, all of my products are.”

“That must be expensive to source.” You start going through your pack and they seem to catch on to what you’re doing.

“You’re still a distiller?”

“Say that five times fast.” You joke, but they continue to peer at you, waiting for more context. “I’m still a lot of things.”

You pull out a medium-sized bottle of alcohol and hand it over for them to look over. “That’s ethanol, you can substitute it as a carrier. Saves you some money in the process and Finn uses the same amount anyway.”

“The scent will be stronger then fade quicker too, which is perfect if he touches up every few hours anyway…” They open the cap and bob their head while they ponder that process. “I think we can make something work.”

You spend a little more time than you had planned at the herbalist’s. It wasn’t exactly on your agenda to shop around that much, but given the amount of ice that’s already made the trek here hell, it sounded like a good idea to stock up on some essentials before winter hits.

The sun is getting low and you start your way back to Kass’, pausing when you see a street cart with various tools, machines, and metal parts. The woman behind the cart is welding what looks to be pair of machinist’s goggles to pass the time at her empty stand.

…It would be a crime not to stop and take a look.

“Afternoon!” Her voice is chipper as she lifts her welding helmet, seemingly grateful that you stopped by.

“Hello.” You reply as you browse her stock, admiring the quality of the tools and variety of gear. “You have quite the selection here.” It takes all the power within you to not drop your charade as a topsider and tell her that her craftsmanship is fucking unbelievable.

“Thanks, it’s been slow up here. Definitely have more interested buyers down below.”

“Really?” You’re not surprised that she doesn’t go unnoticed back home, but struggled to believe that the Pilties weren’t even interested in some of the artwork she sculpted from scrap.

“Unfortunately. But browse as long as you like, I’m about done here.” She motions to the goggles on her workbench and lowers the welding helmet back over her face.

You nod while she gets back to her craft and pick up one of the leather aprons she has hanging up. As much as you loved the one you had, it’s been years since you got it and has more wear than protection for you anymore. Plus, the craftsmanship of her work was unlike anything you’ve ever seen and you decide you’ve earned yourself a treat for adding the perfumer to your list of clients to sell to.

“Good pick, that should give you some protection if you’re working with heat.” Her voice is muffled, but you’re able to decipher her words.

“Perfect, I’ll use it well.”

“You need any gloves to go with it?”

“Nah, I should be alright. But thank you.”

You hand over some coins, thank her, and turn to leave until you see her hit the goggles with a cooling gun. It takes less than a second for you to turn back around. “Sorry miss, are those finished?”

She takes the mask off completely—her smile is wide as she sets her newest creation on the table for you. “Yes, sir. Side shields are actually made from the same leather as your apron. Didn’t want to see it go to waste.”

You pick them up and feel your jaw go slack—the quality is unparalleled. Both lenses are mirrored and the right one is even fixed with a magnifier. The leather side shields are extremely durable on the exterior, yet soft to the touch where it would rest on your face.

“How much?”

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A/N: eheheh goggles "-o-o-"

I half-proofed this twice so that counts as one whole proof right?

Next chapter is done, just needs some proofing (has some wholesome kass, protective remy, and poorly timed jeff)

Currently writing the date chapter ;) be prepared for 18-19 year old Zaunite Viktor <3

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Ghost