#they should both go to therapy and then kiss a little idk

[mistress-of-vos]

I'd make a longer post (and maybe one day I will) but since Lore Olympus, the story that introduced me to webtoons is coming to an end I'd like to say something:

I can't believe it is considered problematic. It has to be one of the sweetest, fluffiest, simplest stories I have read (hence why I still like it, it's a relaxing read before bed) and somehow it got too "kinky" for mainstream. It's laughable.

Everytime I dare to click on their tag or look for the # on Twitter or FB I see people clutching their pearls as if Lore Olympus were brainwashing teenagers into marrying a non existent God of the dead and have babies with him. What the hell?

The fact that people think LO is too dark makes me laugh. A single episode of Rick&Morty, BoJack Horseman or HQS has way more explicit content and dialogue. In fact!!! If it were up to me LO would have gotten genuinely kinky!!! All it does is have some surface spicy tropes that get sugar coated to not make puritans awkward and tbh that's sad. LO and the author get terribly hated anyway for daring to portray the most common female fantasy.

And this all makes me laugh but also mad because you'd think LO at least has some genuine dark themes but no? At most we have Persephone's trauma due to Apollo's abuse and yet that topic is treated as a therapy pamphlet because people couldn't handle an imperfect victim. Hades is a wife guy who shows little to no anger. Hera was re written to be sort of a feminist so that people stopped being annoying about women having emotions.

LO is a sweet, simple story with tiny spicy things here and there that were eventually pushed aside because people couldn't handle it. I wonder how Rachel feels about this, because at the beginning the story was extremely spicy and the only crime was being published in a platform as webtoon, full of people who can't differentiate reality from fiction.

Is LO a masterpiece? Idk! I enjoy the story, it's very self indulgent for me, but I won't go and analyze every detail to see how it should be labeled as it's not meant to be a perfect media. It's meant to be an entertaining, nice story of romance and it does that job very well. This need to demand perfect writing while also crucifying authors over "dark" themes is ridiculous and contradictory.

And I keep wondering, if these people loathe LO so much, why dedicate all that time to the infinte posts they make about how they would have told the story? And all those re tellings are boring! It's always "So Persephone and Hades won't ever kiss here because she's a lesbian. Also he doesn't appear at all. And Demeter isn't an abusive mom! Oh and everyone is ugly because gods shouldn't be beautiful! And Apollo isn't evil he's uwu baby. And no toxic relationships here, Zeus is a good husband!"

Sweet Gaia, you guys wouldn't handle Saint Seiya having Athena in the body of a teenage girl with big tits and who's constantly in the edge of breaking her virginity vows. These attitude screams of jealousy and puritanism and both are disgusting.

TLDR: LO being too problematic for people is both funny and annoying. I wished it actually were as kinky and dark as people insist it is. I'd pay for a toxic romance, but that being said, I LOVE it very much as it is and it's nice to have a re telling that, while not pretending to be loyal to mythology, didn't went for a route of sanitizing all the myths. I hope that once it ends haters will move on and let real fans and the author alone. 🙏

[yourlocalstranger123]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do obey me datebles with a yoimiya from genshin impact? She loves fireworks and has a child like way of looking at things and great with kids.

I love her so much🥰

Sorry if its to much or you not taking ask's. So just ignore if so😅 this way my first time so sorry.

《Summary》: You were quite the cheerful human to them. Being literally everyone's therapy as they enjoyed your cheerfulness and the warmth you give out. You were good with children too!

(Maybe they should start a family with you—)

Reader can be read as a girl or boy. Idk

A/N: I do not remember the lessons well so if I get some details wrong, apologies. Also Beel and Mammon has the same end color, sorry!!

ALSO!!! THERE WILL BE PART 2 FOR THE REST OF THE BROTHERS AND MAYBE PART 3

Easter egg: Did you notice I did a little something about the brothers? Y'know, what demon they are. EXCEPT for asmodeus, instead of "lust," it's "attraction/attract" bc I don't really wanna use the word lust for this....❌️ Also, with Satan, too. I put in multiple words that can equal like some wrath in a friendly way? For ex: his heart felt tortured but felt in a good way or etc. (Love definitely lmao)

(No. I do not have a favorite just because I gave levi a sticker. I can't find a good one for his symbol, so...AND BECAUSE I DEFINITELY CAN SEE HIM TRYING TO DO PICK UP LINES WHILE CONFESSING HIS LOVE TO YOU LMAO—)

(SAME WITH SATAN, I JUST DID FIRE...AND YOU'LL KNOW WHY)

Warning: Slight Angst, AND SORRY FOR THE CRINGEY CONFESSIONS. I TRIED OKAY 😭🤧

♤♡~《Obey me•°××× ×××°•Brothers》~◇♧

Lucifer

(Both should be from obey me game official art)

× he always ignored you. Never really interacting with you unless necessary. You gained quite the popularity of being such a sweet, kind girl.

× But when you defended Luke and took responsibility when he accidentally took the grimoire as you and Beel were simply trying to hide him, he felt his heart ache. Why?

♤ He wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you and almost killing you, but his pride was overthrowing it. But....you...you still welcome him. Asking him if he wanted to join you and his brothers seeing your fireworks. Of course, he declined. Saying it's not worth his time and he's busy as the brothers complained at him for being so mean!

♤he secretly watched you out of the window of his office. Clenching his hands as he saw you all enjoying your fireworks. Heart thumping when he saw your beautiful and warm smile....how could you smile like that? Especially to demons...so freely..

♤ he decided to maybe try interacting with you. Only saying it's for business and only trying to make you comfortable. (He just wanted to spend time with you)

♤ seeing how busy he was, eyes drooping as his hair was messy while he was still doing papers. You decided to convince him to go outside, not letting him know something,,

♤ he went outside with a small blanket you wrapped around him. He sat down on a bench next to you as he looked where you pointed. His eyes shined, filling with bright colors as he saw fireworks firing beautiful into the night sky. He tried covering his face with his arm as he starting tearing up.

♤ he felt a warm hand wiping of his tears as you looked at him, patting his back. It wasn't out of pity, just pure warmth and concern. He finally lets himself rest. Leaning onto your shoulder as he listened to the popping of the fireworks....

♤ everyone was shocked when him, the work-alcoholic getting out of his office to spend some time outside?! He glared at the staring eyes but soften when you happily walked around. So cheerful as you played with the children approaching you. No wonder his brothers and other people had such a liking and attraction towards you.

♤ he was so proud and prideful that he had you on his side and in his life too.

"You're like the peace between heaven and hell. Bring warmth to both sides.....[name], I love you"

(When you kissed him, you could see him smiling as if he wasn't nervously blushing while doing it. And giving him an extra kiss on the cheek? You would make his day better)

Mammon

(1st is wedding art from obey me game) (2nd is from @angyefdez in Twitter)

× he did really care about you. Only after money, of course, but he didn't know why you kept cheering him up when he's precious Goldie, the credit card was taken away. Always trying to cheer him up with your fireworks and being playful in a random park, which he somehow enjoys a lot and always hopes it every time his precious credit card is taken away.

× the way you laughed but still respected him as the great mammon made a tug on his heart. Clenching on his chest as he thought about you. Whenever he goes shopping and sees something you like, he imagines how happy you would be. Then poof, he suddenly bought it.

$ blushing furiously as he just shoves the gift into your arms and says, "You're w- welcome!" And just walks away. But you can feel the stare burning a hole through your back behind a wall as you open it. Chuckling as you hugged the gift onto your chest. Keeping it near your heart as you smiled. Suddenly, his heart suddenly goes wild! And as he clutched onto his chest, he looks away and blushes.

$ now he buys you gifts every time he goes shopping. Small, big, cute, fancy, you always seem to appreciate it. Praising him and thanking him every time. He sometimes pouts when you hang out with some weak old demon. He's the avatar of greed?! Why hang out with them?!

$ but every time you ask him if he wants to hang out with you and watch your fireworks, always forget about it and willingly follow you. Sitting on the grass, he smiles when you light up a firework and see the usual big warm grin as you run to him and carelessly flop down and wait.

$ he felt quite greedy over you, wanting more of your attention and being more spoiled with your love and affection. (Like who wouldn't)

$ As he watches the fireworks burning brightly, giving light to the dark of the sky. As if the stars are shining even brighter and reflecting off your figure, he looks at you. Smiling as his hand scoots over and comes over yours.

"You're my treasure. I will put you on top of everything, my daimond. [Name], please become my everything, I love you"

(HE WOULD BLUSH SO MUCH THAT STEAM WOULD COME OFF HIS HEAD IF YOU KISSED HIM! and on the lips? You definitely would make him pass out)

Asmodeus

(Both are official art of obey me game)

× he enjoys fireworks, as it burns brightly and beautifully. He was surprised when he found you slightly messy and with your hair tied up as you're making fireworks. You noticed that he just stood there near the door of your room, watching you.

× You didn't touch him without washing your hands first, and he liked that. He liked that you respected his personal space and boundaries (even though he would love for you to touch him)

× Oh, how he loved to style your hair. It doesn't matter if it takes hours. He'll still do it. He watches you when you would play around with the children and twirl them around. He almost squealed when he felt you pick him up (even if you're shorter than him) and also twirl him around (like a pretty little princess fr. Just like the baby girl he is lmao-)

♡ His face goes slightly pink whenever he sits down as you show him some small fireworks for him to use. Every night, he lays down in bed, thinking about you and what you were gonna plan for him tomorrow. He giggles like a girl teenager in love as he drifts off to sleep, smiling.

♡ He walks along with you as you cover his eyes with a blindfold. He felt you stop and taking off his blindfold. Opening his eyes, he slightly gasped when he found himself near a lake as the night was a full moon. Hearing you chuckle and setting up the fireworks, he watches in awe. It was so beautiful.......

♡but the thing that most attracts his attention was you

"You are the one that shines brightly and beautifully in my eyes. You never wither away like a flower and always stay tall and strong, [name], I love you so much"

(He would kiss you first, definitely. Wrapping his arms around your neck or waist as he kisses you. You would take him aback if you kiss him back, and you could see him blushing as he grins. He'll definitely enjoy it if you picked him up and held him like a pretty little princess again and smothering his face with kisses)

Leviathan

(Both from obey me game)

× He never really gave any thoughts about you. He always sees you playing games with children, either outside games, inside games, or even video games. Although your style of making up games was interesting, he still didn't pay much attention....Until you caught him wearing Ruri-Chan merch and her dress..... (You thought he enjoys cross-dressing or like wearing feminine clothing until he corrected you.....you may or may have not bought him more Ruri-Chan merch and dress)

× he was sooo embarrassed!!! He avoided you as much as he could and locked himself in his room for days!! Not until you knocked on the door, asking about Ruri-Chan and Anime. Saying that you were interested. Which made him hesitant but thrilled to show you the world of it. He squealed when he finally had someone to watch Ruri-Chan and Anime with him!

🎮 And when you asked him to play some video games with you, oh, you could see the excitement in his eyes. He made you come to his room every night and play with him [Don't let your dirty minds go wild >:( ] He would hog you so much that even the Brothers got jealous and tried taking you away from him for their own time with you.

🎮 He always envy those who captured your attention as if he doesn't already hog your attention. (Every brother would, especially Mammon since he is the demon of greed)

🎮 He would hesitate about going outside and spending time instead of staying in his room watching Ruri-Chan and playing video games. But he still followed you. He watches you play games with the children as you drag him over to join you and them. He never felt so active in physical activity. But it was worth it seeing the smile you had.

🎮 He found you making fireworks as you were excited to show him it. He quickly tried putting a blanket on the ground and patted the spot near him. You set off the fireworks as you ran back and laughed. Pointing at the sky, he saw fireworks blooming into a figure. It was Ruri-Chan! He was so excited and watched it as Ruri-Chan made different poses for each fireworks. He really loved spending time with you.....and he loves you

"U- uh, ahaha...." He flips the pages of a book as you stand there and chuckle. "A- are you Wi-fi? Because I can feel a connection!" Or "Are you my phone(life) charger? Because without you, I'd die!"

(Here's the real confession after those pick-up lines and he definitely still is stuttering hehe)

"[Name]...I- I uhm....I would love to spend my life with you...I love you!"

(He'll become redder than red itself if you kiss him anywhere, and he'll explode like a volcano if you kiss him on the lips.)

Satan

(Both from game)

× he was interested in your fireworks. After you got closer with him, he actually asked for a custom firework. (The fireworks were like klee bombs on safety mode as fireworks) Amazed how it can burn so brightly without burning the near surrounding things since it was on fire....literally.....you kinda had to have a bucket of water ready since it was so hot that it actually burned something.(his heart) the plants ahhaah....

× his heart softly bounded against his chest lately. Did you put a spell on him? He grumbles for the whole day but soon lit up like a cat who sees their favorite person with a treat when he sees you. As soon as he realized, he blushed and quickly walked away. Leaving you behind cunfused.

🔥 this feeling felt painful, torturing, but felt so good. But it felt way worse when he wasn't with you for a while. And even WORSER when he sees you with some random demon. He just felt like ripping that demon to shreds, making them regret and wish they were dead.

🔥He starts to miss you, slightly pouting a bit. But he heard a meow outside his door, checking on it he sees you holding a cat as you have fireworks in a bag.

🔥 he happily held the cat in his arms as he excitedly followed you. Standing under a tree, he watches the fireworks with you. Leaning softly over to your shoulder. And he even invited himself to lay his head on your lap when you let him!

"You set my heart ablaze. It feels so hot but feels so good. But it hurts me to see you with someone else. You have my soul in your hands as it is on a firely blaze.....[name], I love you"

[wonderbias]

Secrets (your fire)

Inspired by "Symptom of your Touch" by @yoonivy. Go read it!

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst and humor.

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual relationships.

Notes: after more than ten years in tumblr reading fanfiction I'm publishing my first one. Yep. I'm old. Also, inspired in Magdalena Bay song Secrets (your fire).

Word count: idk, in google docs says "short".

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She is petrified at the confession.

So much that she almost chokes on her ice cream. 

No. All good.

The almond went through the right pipe.

"So...", she begins. "How many times?"

He stares back at her, his angular cheekbones covered in a blush. Her stare is one of 'Really dude?'.

He sighs.

"...too many to count," replies Aemond. His hand runs across his medium length hair.

"Holy fucking hell! And now...?"

"She's very happy with Aegon, the jewel of the family," Aemond says, the venom in his voice evident. "They started dating after...the last time, yeah. Been together for six months."

She stares back at him and sighs, when she asked him what was his most important secret, she hadn't expected this. Her confession of being a virgin at 21 was just a tiny detail next to the bomb he had dropped. Suddenly she had no appetite for ice cream.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this.", she said, leaning close to softly caress his shoulder.

His face fell, the look of despair in his eyes was replaced with rage. Although, there still was a sadness undertone to it.

"You know what the worst part is? That the cunt of my brother knows, he fucking knew all the time! So now I have to live with the humiliation of him knowing, the heartbreak and having been used like a common whore!", he spat.

She sighed, his hurt and angst was evident.

"I wouldn't say like a common whore...at least whores get paid," she tried to joke with him.

Bingo. Success. He smiled a little at that.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that...dark version of 'The Kissing Booth'. But hey...at least she dumped you before she caught an STD from Aegon," she joked with a wiggle of her brows.

He burst in laughter and threw her a pillow.

"You fucking idiot. Thank you," and there was sincerity and affection in his eyes for his best friend. "So, is that an confession that you watched 'The Kissing Booth'?"

"Yes I did watch it, I washed my eyes with sulphuric acid after," she said with amusement in her voice. "But, let's go back to 'That Girl'. Are you better? The therapy is working?"

"I-I like to think it does. I've changed...a lot...since I started therapy. It helped me to finally appreciate myself, but when 'That Girl' is brought up I feel like I haven't made any progress. Now my insecurities are tied with the probability of being alone forever and that I'm unworthy of love," he said with a sigh, his fingers scratching the couch.

"Well, that makes two of us. But mine is being alone forever, that I'm unworthy of love and dying a virgin," she said back to him. "I win."

He laughed at her and shook his head in disbelief, before changing the topic into what movie should they watch, like every Sunday.

Their friendship had started in the most bizarre way. They didn't share a major in Dorne College and they lived far away from each other but, by destiny, they had registered in a seminar of Literature at college last semester.

The first time they had talked to each other had happened when they arrived ten minutes earlier to class and started a small talk about their majors. When fifteen minutes had passed and nobody else had arrived they realized that the class was a Thursday, not a Tuesday like they had individually thought.

A small error had blossomed into a great friendship. They both had trouble socializing, very few friends and an interest in novels of any kind, especially fanfiction. When he had, by error, sent her a link to an AO3 fanfic, she had screamed in delight at sharing the same tastes.

It felt magical to have someone who completely understood you, who understood the fascination for reading fanfics where #BruceWayneisaGoodParent, who had the same humor in memes, who knew the references to Epic Rap Battles of History and who screamed in longing at the scene where Cecilia asked Robbie to come back to her in Atonement.

It was perfect.

Well, except for that small small detail...

She liked him.

A lot.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Okay, so you said positive reinforcement helps with your writing, so buckle up. "Pieces"-- Literally the level of writing I aspire to be at. It's SO. WELL. DONE. Including the latest chapter and I'm sure the rest will be amazing, too. "Party Favours"-- my number one comfort fic of all time. I go back and reread it CONSTANTLY, any time I need a bit of a pick-me-up. Also the kiss scene in the hallway is THE HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE. "Bleeding Heart"/ "An Honest Lie"-- You write Rosalie with so much love that it has made ME love her (so much so that I'm a little like "move over Astarion, she's out of both of our leagues but I know how to treat her right") and I reread chapters all the time. The dialogue alone is top notch. Lastly, I mean, I know NOTHING about Dragon Age or Shadow and Bone but I MUST LEARN so I can read the rest of your stuff. You're so incredibly talented. Every writer has their anxieties and insecurities so it's understandable and obviously valid that you have them too, but *takes you gently by the shoulders* YOU ARE SO GIFTED. And we are all super grateful for you sharing your gift with us. So thank you. So so much!

thank you anon, this message was very kind and the bit about Rosalie made me laugh - nothing like making an OC who stews in self-hate and then watch her get a line of suitors and still be like "I do not see it 😔". (and then going to therapy and my therapist staring at me meaningfully and I simply reply: "I do not see it😔".)

i appreciate the positive reinforcement. I've since realised that I got a little lost after chapter 19 of Pieces, because it was this massive plot point I'd been building up to, and while it had been really scary at the time and I felt a lot of pressure to get it right, the pressure did at least help to guide me forward and give me something to aim for. I've now got to find something new to aim for! While I know what the ending of the fic is, it's back to meandering my way to get there rather than having every single scene hammered down. Idk, I think possibly I am burned out and so things may slow down for a while? But I'm glad of the reminder that people enjoy my writing and I will hopefully have more updates for people soon xx

(also, don't learn about Shadow and Bone, don't do that to yourself, don't let netflix hurt you like that. Dragon Age is however BG3's spiritual predecessor so if you need more fantasy games with romance options you should buy it immediately x)

[scoups4lyfe]

VegasPete and Stockholm Syndrome

Okay so….just obsessively scrolling through the KP and VP tags every Saturday I end up seeing everybody and their brothers takes. (And if not on Saturday then I will the entire rest of the week because I check that tag like checking the morning newspaper 🤪)

And seeing “Stockholm Syndrome” for the tv series (esp cause I read the VP side story lmaooo rip) really amused me for multiple reasons,,,

Lemme just start right from the bat and say that it is perfectly valid to be confused on Pete’s actions, especially as he’s been held hostage.

“Why didn’t he leave?? He should of left???”

Obv the thought process here is: Pete hates Vegas —> seen what Vegas goes through and empathized —> worries about his captor —> doesn’t leave when presented the option —> therefore he has Stockholm syndrome.

Mhm mhmmm I can understand how you could come to that conclusion. However, I firmly disagree. I saw a post that said they wanted to label Vegas and Pete’s relationship Stockholm sooooo badly but knew that wasn’t entirely it and that there was something more complex but they couldn’t understand what.

Haha let me explain to you just what that “what” is.

Having read the book, I have a bit more of a foundation when it comes to comparison, making it easier to see and understand the intent behind the way the Director and writers have adapted the novel into the series. I’m in the middle of writing an essay about these changes and why the tv show is hands down (no competition) a million times better (written) than the book.

In the book, yeah I would say Pete and Vegas have a Stockholm relationship. Hmmm maybe not even then? Because if we’re defining Stockholm as a coping mechanism of empathizing with the captor during times of stress and harm in order to help make it through a traumatic situation; then I say: So~so. See, Pete’s mindset in the book is completely different than it is in the series.

In the book there was no understanding for why Vegas is a fked up lil maniac. “Parental abuse? Tough, but people out there have had it tougher 😶✌️.”

That was Pete’s mindset.

It was really “well that sucks for you but I don’t care — cuz you’re a henious villain” thought process.

In fact Pete only started being nice to Vegas/doing what he said so that Vegas would get bored and either kill him or let him go. That’s it. That’s like 92% of their novel relationship. Pete being fake asf so Vegas would find him boring.

Even prior to being captor and captive Book!Pete could not and did not see behind Vegas’ mask. In his own thoughts during his time captive, he thinks about how he had always perceived Vegas as y’know “just some guy” even with Kinn/Tankhun’s warnings — these warnings being the only reason he knew to be wary of Vegas in the first place.

Chef’s kiss 💋 👌👌 to the show for the way they made specific and subtle changes from the source material that would greatly change the entire dynamic of all the characters and their relationships with each other. (But that’s an essay for a whole other day 👀)

Now, how did the show change Vegas and Pete’s relationship into something entirely new, even more fked up than it was in the narrative, and yet somehow a million times better?

Simple.

(1) Pete’s observation skills and ability to see through Vegas mask from the very beginning. AND his “there’s no heroes or villains” mindset

(2) Pete *choosing* to sneak in with the knowledge and preparation of his torture and death should things go wrong.

(3) The shared experience of both having abusive fathers.

(Pete being the more mature and introspective and aware one between the two, aKa giving Vegas some solid therapy and enlightenment.)

(4) The clippers that have been left in the room with Pete. These writers have been intentional to the *T* — if all these damn essays and meta aren’t proof enough to yall of that then 🤷 idk what else I could give to prove that to you.

(Listennnnnnn,,, you don’t have all these intentional choices for every little thing and then accidentally leave bolt cutters on set of an important scene. Would make no damn sense.)

(5) The hedgehog 🦔

(Vegas didn’t have a pet in the novel…not one I remember at least.)

(6) The Key 🔑

(7) Vegas not initiating the Kiss

Okay. All of the above 1–7 are just a few of the changes made that have major importance for both Pete and Vegas’ relationship.

With Pete being able to see under Vegas’ mask we know that Vegas’ fake masks don’t fool him. There’s something about Vegas that Pete can see through. So when Pete chooses to sneak into the minor family compound — vocally stating before he does it that he knows the consequences— this informs the audience that he’s prepared for them. For capture, torture, death. Which is why when Vegas comes in to torture him and Pete knows he’s foiled his plans and will most likely die? Dude has nothing to lose, so he’ll be damned if he’ll let Vegas see his fear.

Not only does this give Pete a lot more agency. (In the book it was just, wrong place, wrong time); but — as fked up as it is — it also lets the audience feel less bad when he does inevitably get caught / tortured.

It’s not that he asked for it, but at least he knew what was going to happen. An unsuspecting victim is a lot more pitiable than a suspecting victim. Especially if it’s a consequence of a choice he voluntarily made — compared to being forced to investigate via ‘boss’s order.’ So already the writers are setting us up to not hate Vegas as much as we would if Pete truly stumbled into the situation on accident.

Now one of the most important differences — that shared trauma of having an abusive father, and using it to relate to Vegas. Unlike Book!Pete, our Pete recognizes Vegas’ situation. He’s been in the same place — while having the actual affection of his grandmother to fall back on (which Vegas obv didn’t have); therefore he also understands why Vegas tortures him the way that he does — he understands that Vegas is only feeling pathetic and lousy and is taking that out on him.

But in that tender and melancholic moment when Vegas decides to be vulnerable after patching up Pete’s wounds, Pete talks to Vegas with an understanding only someone in his position (or a therapist lol) would have. Even then, objectively knowing something is different than having experienced it yourself. And it’s the fact that Pete’s *also* experienced that sh*t that lends credibility to what he’s saying — at least in Vegas’ eyes.

This is why Pete knows there’s no good or evil, hero or villain, black or white binary in this world.

Because when you get down to it: we truly are shaped by our environments and the things we experience as we grow (obv not ignoring genetics but that’s not the point). And it’s this reflective and mature/observational outlook that helps him empathize with Vegas.

More than empathize — it’s *this* outlook that helps Pete not hold lasting grudges or hate for past hurts.

It’s always easier to forgive someone when you know where they’re coming from.

And Pete never really took it personally (for the most part) considering Vegas is on an opposing side. When an enemy gets captured on the enemy’s base of course they’d get either killed or tortured, esp for information.

That’s not something special to Vegas.

Vegas refusing to kill Pete tho? Lol. That’s enough for a dislike to sour. But I don’t think it sours all that much once we put in the consideration of Pete’s observations recognizing what Vegas is — a victim of an abusive home/situation.

(Not that it excuses him, but nobody’s trying to do that here LOL.)

Now getting down to the nitty gritty.

The hedgehog, the key, and why Pete isn’t a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

First, I think the hedgehog 🦔 is very important because it gives the audience (and Pete) another reason to empathize with Vegas — humans might not mean sh*t to him, but he loves and takes care of his pets.

He loves something. He cares about something. This humanizes him.

And a small and fragile pet can often humanize a character more than a human. A real sicko kills animals. But Vegas’ care for his hedgehog 🦔 shows that he isn’t that. He’s human too—albeit a really fked up one, but human nonetheless. He’s capable of love too, but perhaps humans have hurt him so much that he knows only an animal would be something he can trust.

This kind of trust and love he can only find in animals is also a very isolating existence. It highlights just how trapped Vegas is — the Hedgehog is literally a mirror of himself and his situation.

Yes he cares for Macau — but it’s “easier” to care for a human than an animal. Easier to empathize with a human. So while yeah, his care for his brother, while subtle in the show, is important, it isn’t as important to the audience as his love for his hedgehog. Especially when it comes to convincing an audience to forgive a character’s past villainy and long list of crimes.

But here’s what’s really important — the key.

Vegas leaving the key there (intentional or not; but imo, I think it’s obv intentional. Dude is way too meticulous for that to be accidental), gives Pete the agency to either escape or stay.

This, again, helps the audience be more okay with the idea of the two of them ending up in a relationship. It’s one thing if Pete has no choice and goes along with things to survive or cope with trauma — but it’s entirely something else if he’s allowed to leave, but doesn’t.

But Pete’s reason for staying has to be rational in some sense so the suspension of disbelief doesn’t attack the audience going 900 mph on the logic freeway.

So him escaping but seeing Vegas sitting pathetically on the grass, alone in the dark, and holding his dead pet?

The person there isn’t the dude that tortured him. Naw, that part of Vegas — is the child trapped in a cage and left isolated in the dark while anything that had ever brought him light or comfort in his life leaves him. He may be sitting on grass, but for Vegas it could’ve been the equivalent of sitting on broken glass.

It’s such a stark difference too from the versions of Vegas Pete’s used to seeing. Yeah he had that conversation about dads last episode, but even then Vegas wasn’t totally broken and left in despair.

But this Vegas?

This Vegas was someone so broken he couldn’t even cry until Pete touched him to provide comfort.

This Vegas isn’t just a sharp edge that can cut you if you get too close, now’s he’s much too broken for that — and his sharp edge has twisted inward from attacking others to attacking himself.

At this point, Pete’s beyond empathizing with his captor — esp because he isn’t a captive here. He’s not chained anymore. Vegas has no interest holding him captive. Pete at any point after he got out of those chains could have left and Vegas would do nothing to stop him.

Vegas is broken. He’s depressed. And he’s numb because it hurts too much to do anything but sit in his own despair. Pete touching him in comfort might’ve opened the floodgates of that hurt, but that doesn’t mean it changed how Vegas felt. Dude is still in despair when he heads inside.

Anyways this is getting too long so I’ll make a part two — getting more particular in the psychology of why Pete stayed, and why he kissed Vegas.

Closing words to end on:

Pete doesn’t leave because he knows what it’s like, and he’s sees the humanity and pain in Vegas and he cares. He cares because no broken and abused kid should be left isolated in the dark, not even knowing how to cry. He cares because he wants to do for Vegas what his grandmother did for him. What he wished more people would have done when he was in that pain and darkness.

He cares because he looks at Vegas and he sees himself.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

just discovering hor FIRE taylor swift really is! i need your top 10 taylor songs, NOW

AHHHHHHHH OHMYGOSH RLLY?!?!?!? IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

(im answering this literally thirty seconds after you submitted it thats how stoked i am)

SO. MY. TOP. TEN. TAYLOR SONGS. i like to be dramatic so like im going down from ten to one to save the best for last

10. new years day. idk what more to say than that i rlly rock w this song its rlly sweet n romantic <3

9. crazier. its the song that made me a swiftie n itll always have a special place in my heart <3

8. electric touch. its a fall out boy crossover WHAT ELSE DO I HAFTA SAY

7. last kiss. ok so this is hands down her saddest song thats abt romance. like you WILL cry like a little bitch at that bridge.

6. you are in love. her second most romantic song yet i'd argue!!

5. invisible string. her most romantic song yet i'd argue!!! (yes we're ignoring what become of the relationship she wrote this abt)

4. cruel summer. BANGER. thats it thats all i hafta say. shit goes hard.

3. champagne problems. bestie taylor should be an ENGINEER with how well she built that bridge holy FUCK. the storytelling in this is jus CHEFS KISS

2. youre on your own, kid. NO SONG will ever speak to me like this one does. lynn if you find yourself relating to this song then im sorry n i'll see you in therapy. (even tho this is my second favorite taylor song, its the one i answer with when ppl ask me what my favorite is so i dont look like a basic bitch)

1.... and the number one pick is all too well!!! which, sigh, i KNOW is the basic bitch answer I KNOW. but ive been rocking w this bitch since 2012 n yknow what its POPULAR FOR A REASON. both the original n ten minute versions slap so i'd recommend giving em both a listen

[ginnsbaker]

This chapter was so juicy omg lets get straight into it

Agatha literally embodies me 😂 everything shes said i’ve either said or thought. From her saying she never had faith in reader’s relationship with yelena to calling it a rebound. She’s exactly right and i’ll come back to those two quotes a little later. The other thing about sparky being a mastermind is something I genuinely thought earlier on i was like aw damn the dogs bringing them back together but I didn’t say anything and now i really wish i did cos same agatha same 😂

Im gonna speak about wanda briefly here and then I’ll come back to her affer. But in that whole conversation with agatha she’s very mature about the whole thing considering reader kissed her. She’s not getting excited about it out of respect for readers relationship(that’s already over but she doesn’t know that yet) shes also being cautious because of what happened last time with reader.

Im glad Valkyrie apologised and that wanda didn’t string her along honestly did not want another reader yelena relationship for lack of better words.

Vision is gone thank fuck for that he will not be missed.

Natasha. Quite possibly one of the saddest parts of the series. Nothing hurts quite like a friendship breakup between best friends. I said it last time and my views haven’t changed. Nat is supposed to be readers friend, while I completely understand why shes angry it makes sense yelenas her little sister and i get it but reader is also her friend. It a complicated situation because its very difficult to be neutral. Reader shouldn’t have cheated full stop. However, if we’re being realistic some could argue reader has been emotionally cheating since the start considering the love for wanda was always there. But back to my point this relationship should never have happened to begin with or at least not when it did. Yelena shouldn’t have pursued reader and reader shouldn’t have dated her either especially not without having the therapy that is so desperately needed. Im not blaming yelena or saying nat’s reaction is wrong because i truly understand both sides its just really sad that this is how its ended. Im not sure what your plans for nat are for once i genuinely dont have a clue.

I think its very ironic that at the start of this wanda didn’t really have that big a support group but now thats kind of the reverse because reader now has no one. I also think its very like idk what the word is “impactful” i guess that now reader’s lost everyone but wanda is still there for them.

Back to wanda. Idk how to feel because we know what happened to wanda last time they entered this sort of arrangement and i really don’t want it to again because she has made so much progress. On one hand i feel like she won’t let herself go back that far but the ones we love can be our weakness sometimes. And on the other hand it seemed different this time less aggressive like the way reader cushioned wandas head. But one thing I didn’t like was reader leaving with no aftercare i saw someone else say it and I definitely agree. PSA to everyone aftercare is so so so important okay? Good. And i also don’t like Wanda missing therapy because of this arrangement it feels like a step backwards (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing in terms of story writing cos like i said last time recovery is not a linear path and its really validating that you’ve included that)

And finally pietro. Oh dear god the anticipation is killing me. Ive been dying for chapter 17 and its almost here. He knows why wanda missed the sessions (or at least suspects) and i think hes got a picture of wanda in the hospital or maybe after he found her (im not quite sure who found wanda after she overdosed I don’t remember but uno what i mean💀) and hes gonna send it to reader maybe saying back off

I swear im in love with your brain youre incredible I can’t wait for chapter 17

-🧃

Reading your comments/thoughts is always a favorite habit of mine whenever I post an update. Like, srsly dude, I look forward to it.

There's something you highlighted that I did not even intended in the story: I think its very ironic that at the start of this wanda didn’t really have that big a support group but now thats kind of the reverse because reader now has no one. I also think its very like idk what the word is “impactful” i guess that now reader’s lost everyone but wanda is still there for them.

I guess that happened naturally. I mean, when you're maintaining a positive vibe in life and taking care of yourself in general, suddenly there's room for people in you life who also want to share the same outlook in life. You attract good energy. You're able to take care of relationships around you because you're in a good place. I guess that's what happened :)

Yes, aftercare is really important. R is neglecting herself, wasting away, so she really is incapable of thinking about another person's needs at this point.

My mind?? Look at your mind! Look at what you'll think Piet would do O_O

Once again, thank you! I super enjoy reading your points!

[write-like-wright]

Should you date them: Ace Attorney rival prosecutor edition

Miles Edgeworth:

depends on what Edgeworth we're talking about

absolutely do NOT date Bratworth

disrespects women

doesn't realise short people have feelings

wears that gaudy af jacket

doesn't want to date you anyways, is in a committed relationship with the law, baby

original trilogy Edgeworth is a bit harder to gauge

very emotionally constipated

generally awkward to be around

expect many unintentional staring contests

simultaneously cocky and insecure

this is the kind of a relationship you enter thinking you can "fix" him

spoiler: you can't

his fashion sense is getting better though

gotta be really buff if he walks up all those stairs to his office

you'd have to compete with a ton of other women and who wants to deal with Wendy Oldbag? scary stuff

he's probably still not all that interested in dating but is also starting to warm up to general human contact lmao

attempt to date at your own risk, though I'd advise against it (maybe casually drop hints you're a Steel Samurai fan? idk)

Chief prosecutor Edgeworth though? HELL YES, BABEY

that man has matured and gotten himself some therapy

can actually recognize human emotions!!

that new coat and the glasses?? mwah chef's kiss

a (childless) DILF

less subtle in his weebdom and who doesn't love a confident man

has lots of cool friends who'd like you

still a bit aloof so have patience

but hell yes, date, hell MARRY him idc

Franziska von Karma

Franzy is a baby but won't ever admit it

somehow even more emotionally constipated than her "little" brother

do you like strong, mean women? me too, bro

if someone is mean to you she will wreck them

absolutely walks up to the counter at McDonald's like "excuse me, you fool, they asked for no pickles"

needs gentle reminders to be polite to people

would call you by your full name all the time and it's probably more than a little weird

boy do I have good news for you if you're into BDSM

pretends not to care - cares a lot

date but also, like, go to couples counselling for a bit

Diego Armando/Godot

Diego is hot and he knows it

very, VERY cocky

like, kind of a douche but his heart is generally in the right place

tries to be macho

expect lots and lots of coffee dates... like, five a day lol

would always have coffee ready for you in the morning... afternoon... evening... 3 am... whenever you'd like it, basically

calls you kitten

calls everyone kitten though

calls Edgeworth kitten kinda hot ngl

probably kinda overprotective

very supportive, though

a bit of a himbo

probably never sleeps

date if you like hot douchey guys basically

Godot really is the ungodly cool guy with a mask

daft punk enthusiast

has many, many weird rules

more douchey than ever

would kill for you

ngl he kinda creeps me out, I wouldn't recommend it

Klavier Gavin

yes, you should date Klavier

not even a question

a literal rock star

such a nice boy

kinda questionable fashion, but he makes it work somehow

eurotrash

be ready to deal with the fangirls

would be worth it in the end

hot af

would write songs for/about you

he's probably the smoothest bitch alive

would take you on trips all the time

he's loaded, expect fancy gifts

probably spends too much time on Instagram, tho

Simon Blackquill

baby Blackquill is 100% boyfriend material

what a nice young man

weeb deep respect for the Japanese culture

honorable intentions

would treat you so well

breaks up with you without an explanation one day and disappears for like, 10 years

AA5 and onwards Blackquill is... an interesting one

listens almost exclusively to traditional Japanese music and My Chemical Romance

probably has a hard time adjusting to life outside

needs lots and lots of therapy

kinda scary at times

would probably need discipline and rules in his day to day life after everything

like, set his bedtime or something

can be a jerk and tease you affectionately

can also be a jerk in general, please tell him off, he's scaring the wendy's drive-through employee

go bird watching with him

I would date him but I understand why you wouldn't

he's hot

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

gorgeous, dahling

a literal disney prince

tries to impress you with his knowledge of your culture and it's both endearing and embarrassing

what's crackalackin homies = how do you do fellow kids

massive foodie

kinda ranty tho

can go for 8 hours straight

unfortunately, i'm talking about sermons

can be pretty insensitive at times

spends a lot of time with his partnered detective, kinda sus

at the very least date him to steal his haircare products

Barok van Zieks

what a scandalous man

have you seen those curves

more breast and thigh than a bucket of kfc

built like an avenger

very hot

probably unaware of it, though

what are emotions

family man

spends too much on "wine"

you suspect he may be a vampire

incredibly meticulous

condescending

openly racist

like, date him after years of therapy and several racial/cultural sensitivity workshops or something

in the meantime flash him your ankle to test the waters if you're feeling extra saucy

Bonus: Kazuma Asogi

*smacks him* this bad boy can fit so much emotional trauma inside

literally good at everything

stumbles over his words at times, though

hypes you up so much for the lamest of reasons

confident boy

so hot-headed

goes from 0 to 100 and back in a matter of seconds

very honorable

do NOT doubt his ability to get you off or he'll make you choke on it

cute laugh

if you say you wouldn't date him you're lying to yourself and even worse you're lying to me i'm so sorry for looking at your boyfriend ryuu

[ay0nha]

Kiss of Death | Jamie Hewlett (Blurb)

REQUEST for @lundenloves - this was SO fun and thank you for answering all of my questions about how you invisioned this. I know I got a little derailed from the orginal request to my apologies and I hope you enjoy!

A/N: this was supposed to be short, but some how it's 5.3K words lol. It also wasn't orginally supposed to be smut, but here we are. I'm moving slowing through requests and with writing in general, but I'd love to do a part two with this as I took some things out/moved things around so lowkey it does call for it, but idk when I'll get to it so Thank You for the infinite patients (mostly) everyone has lol! Also, if you ever read my a/n's you know how I feel about smut (aka not my strong suit and not the easiest for me to write) so please be kind haha. Also as always lack of proof reading and rushed ending. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ - it gets explicit so be prepared for anything involving sex, ANGST, divorce/separation, cursing, therapy, fluff if you squint, talk of PPD, mentions of pregnancy/having children, smoking, etc etc + things related to these topics that I might be forgetting to add

"We've been separated for a little over a year now."

Grace had never said it aloud until now. Maybe it was because it didn't feel that long to her. Or maybe because some days it felt much, much longer. Through this separation, she learned time functioned differently and it could change within an instant. It all depended on things out of her control. She thought, in the beginning, she was in control of the situation and herself, but as time went on it only proved that no matter what she would never truly be in control the way she desperately needed to be.

"Why start therapy now, then?"

Grace looked around her, already avoiding eye contact with the qualified looking professional in front of her. She had always been resistance and skeptical of professional help especially when it involved Jamie. Vulnerbility was never her friend which Jamie knew all too well as he too went to speak for the both of them:  

"She kissed me-

"He kissed me-

Jamie and Grace's sentences overlapped, causing the therapist's eyebrows to raise slightly while the two in the room shared an angry glance and stayed in their standoff. They were sitting closer than they should have been for people who were supposed to be put off by each other. However, they didn't sit closely out of love for one another, everything they did down to body language was from a point of pride.

Accustomed to the behavior before her, the therapist continued with her questions, "Were things going well before this kiss?"

It was a question that repeated over and over in both Jamie and Grace's heads. They clearly didn't work. They functioned. It was going. Life was still happening around them. But it was draining and both of them were barely hanging on and they both refused to admit it to the other. Grace found pride that she was able to hide it better whereas Jamie was able to be quieter about it. Any way one put it, it all but worked.

"No answer," the doctor noted to herself and in her notebook. Grace was starting to sweat, but she stayed planted. If Jamie wasn't going to answer, neither was she, "Let me rephrase then...What was the turning point that caused this kiss?"

Jamie hiccuped, holding himself upright against the door frame as he  tried to steady himself enough to speak, "C-couldn't remember the way back  to my place..."

Through a practiced eye-roll, Grace held the door open for him only to leave him to his own device. She felt anger bubbling through her chest due to another night where Jamie had some sort of excuse to show up unannounced. With each stair step, she pushed her feelings down, leaving them for later for now she needed to focus on cleaning up for the night.

She had just finished her daughter's bedtime routine and just put her down for the night. She half-expected Jamie to wake her up to say hello, but tonight his attention was on his ex. He watched from the hall as she sat on the toilet seat her knees pressed against the side of the tub, reaching for the plug to let the water swirl down. Jamie staggered in after her into the small space and  instantly sat with his back to the tub to let his legs stretch out on the bathroom floor.

"I miss bath time?" He asked through hooded eyelids as he leaned his head back onto the tub to look up at her.

"Yeah..." She responded absentmindedly as she continued to clean up the area, placing all of the toys back on the rim of the bathtub.  

Despite their daughter being a photocopy of Grace, she was definitely Jamie's daughter.  Her mannerisms, even at her young age, mimicked his to a tee. Even now as Jamie's head rolled to no longer rest on the tub, but onto Grace's knee it reminded her of their daughter and the way she would always roll into her affection. With her daughter, it was easy to welcome it and reciprocate, but coming from Jamie made her feel queasy.

Jamie looked up at her fondly, finding the way she moved mesmerizing. She'd be lying if she didn't enjoy the added weight on her leg, her uneasiness calming with each passing minute. But they could only stay in this position for so long.

"I'm surprised you're not kicking me out," Jamie thought aloud.

Even though she smiled, her words were still flat, "Me too."

Any other night, he wouldn't have made it past the door so he inherently followed her lead. It was a bad idea on both parts, but they both needed the company regardless of how tense it could get.

Jamie trailed behind into the hallway again, her back to him as she pulled her hair down and ruffled it letting out the same sigh she would after taking her bra off after a long day. His eyes took her body in, she looked so domestic in the most positive way. With bare feet, she padded into her room, stretching slightly to help rid herself of any lingering tension. Jamie stood by the door watching as she readied herself for bed by pulling her jeans off. They fit her snugger than they had before their daughter, but he loved the way her body evolved to create who she was today.

"You hear me?" She called out to him as she pulled back the sheets and slid into them.

He stayed quiet, eyes now on hers as he shook his head. They were both out of words to exchange as she looked back at him as she lay on her side. She was prepared to fall asleep right there and then, not caring about anything but getting off her feet.

It wasn't until she felt the bed beside her dip that she opened her eyes. Jamie could be predictable at times, and this was one of them. It felt normal for him to simply join, no questions asked and certainly, no words spoken. She didn't protest as rolled onto her back with her arms open for him to sigh deeply as he melted into her hold.

Even when they were together and angry resulting in someone sleeping on the couch, Grace always slept better when he was under the same roof. The house was meant for all of them and when they weren't all there it made it worse. She always dreaded the weekends when she'd been on her own. It was too quiet.  She was being selfish or maybe the exhaustion had caught up to her, but she allowed her hand to thread in his hair to twirl it the way he loved.

"Jamie..." She said his name as she pulled his head back slightly by his hair.

He was two steps ahead of her, knowing exactly what she was asking and responding with a kiss. His body was already slotted between her legs making it easy for him to hover above her the way he'd been imaging for a while. As for Grace, she'd never felt like this before.  She didn't know that she could feel an ache so deep inside her and be so completely aware that the only cure for it is the touch of another person.  A specific person. At this moment, she felt like he was her person.

Jamie's hands moved on their own accord, pulling the hem of his shirt over his head before tossing it aside, giving Grace the time to do it for herself.  The two took their time to be settled between each other until Jamie's hands slid down Grace's now bare stomach. One hand went to grip her thigh, while the other sandwiched itself in the space between her pelvis and his. His fingertips could already feel the heat radiating from her clothed core. He rubbed two fingers against the soaking fabric. He pulled away from her lips, but stayed close, ghosting his mouth over hers to say, "You're soaked."

But before Grace can reply with anything, Jamie pushed aside her underwear and pushed his fingers as deep as he could. The relief Grace found was instantaneous.  A breathless sigh slipped past her lips as he rubbed over her folds, delighted with the fluttering breaths she was letting out. Despite the tension building up in her body, this is the most relaxed she'd felt in days. The attention he was paying to her body was like no other.

Jamie knew how her core was soon going to convulse in the most delightfully sinful way, making him harder than he'd think was ever possible. He wanted to feel her completely and wholly, but he needed to see how he could make her feel with just his hands. He wanted a taste, he wanted to hold, he wanted to suck, he wanted to bite, he wanted to squeeze, he wanted to do anything and everything that had to do with her.

Grace, though, all she wanted was Jamie to fill her up so completely that she'd be feeling him for days, "Jamie I need you."

It went quick, his movements stopping, leaving her empty, and pulling back. Grace worried that it was time to come to their senses, but before she could finish her thought she could feel Jamie's wet kisses on her thighs. He was craving her at this point, selfishly not being able to give her what she was asking for. He kissed the inside of her thigh once more as he gets settled in  between them pulling her underwear off so his arms  could hook around both thighs to pull her closer.

Her hips twitched in the slightest movement, Jamie's eyes darted up to hers  for a moment before he dove in, tongue licking at every part of her   that ached for him. Her lips parted, eyes shutting in pure bliss as he got to work, lips closing in on her clit to gently suck. Then, his still warm fingers returned to work in and out of her like no tomorrow, she was sure to be done in minutes. He continued to skillfully work his mouth and fingers in her heat as she moaned deeply, beginning to see stars and feel warm. As predicted, it didn't take long for Jamie to coax her through and down from a powerful orgasm.

Once it was still again, Jamie smiled to himself pleased with her pleasure. He was ready to dive in for more, wanting to feel again how her fingers tugged his hair tenderly. But she couldn't help but beg him again, "Jamie, please."

Her wish was his command. Especially when she said his name the way she did. Jamie always got pleasure in her pleasure, so now as her legs were spread wide open just for him, it was his absolute bliss.

Jamie wasted no time kicking the rest of his clothes to the side  so he could drag the tip of his cock along her slick core.  The moment  he filled her for the first time in a long time, there was a  feeling of  completeness that she'd been missing.  She needed this, she  thought.   She needed to be stretched, to be filled. She meant to hold  her in her  mewl, but she only had so much control when she was  underneath Jamie.

Yet, Jamie based everything off on her as he asked,  "This okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no."

Neither  admitted it to the other, but it had been a long time for the both to be in the position with anyone, let alone each other.  Their pleasure   was quickly building as Jamie began to push his hips towards her finding  the perfect ryhtm within a few thrusts. Her  tone's softness was making  his head dizzy. She could feel his tip  pulsate inside of her. He was  trying hard to last as long as he could,  but with one flex of her  muscles, he was a moaning mess on top of her as  he finished inside of  her. Jamie collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding out of his chest. He wasn't sure if it was through passion or embarrassment.

"Sorry I just miss-

"You're alright," She spoke over his confession with honesty. She loved the feeling, being able to feel him and how she now had something of his to hold onto which prompted her to say, "Let's just stay like this for a moment."

"No answer," the therapist said, trying her best to not show her annoyance with the two, "So I'm supposed to believe nothing happened after you invited him to stay?"

"Invite is a strong way to put that," Grace scoffed, eyes finally finding the therapist's to defend herself, "Drunk Jamie is impossible to get through to. Trust me it's easier to just let him-

"You make it sound like I was wasted," Jamie cut in, annoyed at how his image was being described,  "I was tipsy at most-

"So you had clear intentions going into that night, then?" The doctor took her turn to talk, eyes now pointed at Jamie. Grace felt a sense of relief now that the attention was on the same question she wanted an answer to.

"I went to see my daughter," Jamie answered through a slightly frustrated sigh although everyone in the room could see right through him, "But she was already asleep. She's very hard to get to bed."

"A daughter," The doctor noted, then questioned, "Do you have more kids?"

"No," Jamie answered.

"Do you want more children?"

"We used to you," Grace answered.

They always talked about a family. The more the merrier, but it was always something hypothetical and always for their future selves. But they spoke it into existence earlier than they should have.

"I mean currently," the doctor clarified, "Do either of you want more children?"

"Considering our daughter wasn't planned and we're no longer..." Grace trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence in front of everyone.  It felt too permanent.

"I don't mean between the two of you," The doctor had to clarify again, "Do either of you picture a future that doesn't intertwine? Lives separate from each other?" "It's hard to imagine since we share a child," Jamie was quick to respond, as if afraid to think of another option.

"And you? Grace?"

Grace was surprised by Jamie's candor. He seemed to be welcoming this discussion better than she was. For her, it felt that with each minute, the walls were coming closer and closer to her.

"No answer...I know this environment can be intimidating for some, but it is inherent that we  start somewhere," She said before pulling her glasses off to place them to the side like she had her pen to say, "Tell me, what do you believe was the reason for the separation?"

"Don't you want to know why we kissed?" Grace tried not the bite back, but her walls were quickly building up. She didn't want to go back, remember all that happened. They were past that, she hoped. The kiss she could handle, but the separation was an ongoing story.

"Not really, no," The   woman crossed her legs to lean back comfortably, "It's clear you care   for each other even if you don't say it. It's only natural if it doesn't  work verbally to manifest physically. Honestly, I'm surprised it   didn't go any further."

"It did."

"Jamie!" Grace scolded quickly as she felt the blood rush to the tips of her ears. Jamie always did have a different approach to their sex life than she did. She kept it all to herself, for herself to enjoy even in memory. But Jamie was the type who needed to talk about it, share it, laugh about it which more often than not made Grace cringe.

"Grace, you hold your cards close to your chest which I can respect.  However, this information needs to be shared if you want to progress-

"I know," She cut her off, becoming fed up with the way Jamie and the therapist were acting. In reality, she knew they were only trying to help but at the moment she felt like it was two against one so the only thing on her mind was to retaliate, "I didn't say anything because he came in less than two seconds and I'd barely count that as anything."

"Does that bother you?" The therapist directed toward Grace.

"She asked me to stay and said..." Jamie had no issue exposing her. In retrospect Grace could see how he was trying to be honest, but she was convinced he said this just to push the attention off of him and keep it off of him, "...That she wanted-No-, needed to feel me."

"Do you feel you need Jamie? Or did you need relief?"

Grace's mouth felt glued shut, refusing to answer again. She felt betrayed by Jamie. It was true, she needed him. She tried 'relief' with other people, but she could never follow through and her hands could only do so much. The doctor looked at Grace, deciding not to press further and work with what was laid out in front of her.

"Let me be blunt," The doctor spoke clearly, causing Grace to shudder with slight fear, "You came in here telling me you don't want to be in a relationship, yet neither of you has had sex with other people. That's psychologically considered a relationship."

"We're not together."

"Tell me, then," She said, "How was the following morning?"

Grace woke up to him holding her tightly. He was always a light sleeper so she knew she only had so much time to take his image in before his eyes would flutter open. Jamie lived for aftercare, even if was the following morning so once he was conscious enough, his hands already began trailing her body.

"Tea?" Jamie asked softly, through a voice that dripped with exhaustion.

"In a minute," She hummed as his hand scratched softly down her back. Grace knew where this was going and she wanted nothing more. They just had to wait each other out as if being polite before truly attaching once again.

He watched her carefully, once again trying his best to follow her energy. He wanted her. He wanted to last for her. And he wanted her to know,  "I could stay like this all day."

"Really?" She asked him through humor. Her smile was soft, matching his as both of their eyes fluttered down to each other's lips.

"Really." He confessed unintentionally moving closer to her.

Much to his disappointment, she detached herself from him swiftly and borderline playfully. It was still a part of the act, a soft form of foreplay. Jamie loved how simply it was playing out. He could make out every curve of her body as she confidently walked in front of him in search of clothes. She knew what she was doing, bending over without anything on. She wished she felt shy, but as his eyes went over every inch of her body, her confidence only swelled.

Her body was absolutely divine to him. He was devoted to her body. She had always been beautiful, without a doubt, but there was just something about her current natural state that absolutely took his breath away.

"C'mere."

His eyes were heavy from bliss and the little bit of sleep that had yet to wear off. Both of their decisions were quick as their lips found each other for a lazy kiss. Grace dropped the forgotten shirt on the floor the minute Jamie pulled her on top of him. Lazy morning kisses turned into needy ones, slumber-weighted fingers curled in each other's messy hair. Grace's leg raised to curl over his hip as he slotted his thigh between her legs, one hand resting on her lower back as the other coasted up her body.

Jamie could only last so long before asking,  "Will you let me feel you again?"

Grace answered with a searing kiss as she rubbed her soaked center against him showing him the intense desire she had.  Yet she pulled away, eyes dropping to where the two of them were rubbing against one another. Her eyes fleeted back up to look at him, his gaze still watching the sinful scene as she ground down onto him.

Just as he was about to move forward, she lifted herself, allowing her breasts to hang freely and feel Jamie's warm sigh of want against her skin. It was an unintentional distraction for him as he let out a deep moan the moment she took hold of him, lifting her hips just enough to have him at her entrance.  He watched as she slowly took him, pussy fluttering around his generous tip, her jaw-dropping in a silent, fulfilled moan. His hands were down at her hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her skin. She continued her journey down his length, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other gripped his thigh.

"Fuck, you were made for me..." His words came out through a breathy laugh that made her whimper and eyes close with ecstasy. She cursed when she finally took all of him, hips snug against him as she dived into pleasure.

She drew her hips up, allowing Jamie to watch the way his cock glistened in her arousal, just to watch as he slowly thrust up into her. His eyes trailed back up her body as they gradually picked up their pace, impatient to take it any slower. Grace looked down at him with glossy eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Jamie felt like he couldn't get close enough. As they moved in tandem, he sat up, pressing their chests together sucking on all of her open flesh, needing to feel and taste every part he could. He could feel how she was getting close and so could she, but they both needed more.  

"Jamie, wait hold on," Grace's words betrayed her as she wanted to hold onto every thrust. Jamie, however was worried something was wrong, stilling his movements, but still twitching anxiously inside of her.

"Do you want me to stop?" It was a silly question to Grace, the answer always being no.

"I don't want you to stop," She breathed desperately as she pulled back until her body detached from him. It was almost painful how empty she felt in the few second it took for her  settle on her forearms and feel the cool air on her behind, "I want you to hold me down."

"W-what?"

"Fuck me hard Jamie," She spoke clearly, pushing her hair out of the way to look back at him.

Grace swore  he mumbled a 'fuck' under his breath as he settled behind her. Jamie bent over her naked back and planted kisses from the bottom of her spine to between her shoulder blades before blindly nudging her entrance again sliding into her inch by inch. Jamie wasn't sure why at a time like this he was taking his time to tease, but Grace knew that he wanted it to last as long as possible. His grip was gentle, but Grace loved the control he had. It's so different from the way she usually saw him.

His voice is calm, level, bringing her back to earth, grounding her as she whined. When she couldn't take it anymore, Jamie felt her start to pull off and push back on his cock by herself only to smile to himself, "Patients, love. I'll give you what you want. Want me to fuck you?"

It was then when he finally retracted his hips only to thrust them forward, meeting her body. His pelvic bone met her ass and his hands went to her hips. She could now remember why doggy was her favorite position. The way her hips are curved perfectly fit Jamie's cock   allowing it  rub right up against her most sensitive spot with each thrust, making her head go dizzy.

His grip tightens, and she started to bite her lip hard as she rolled back again and again, listening to Jamie's short grunts and drawn out groans of pleasure. When his thrusts started to get sloppy, she could feel a hand leave her waist and snake down to her core. She wanted to moan his name when he found her clit, tell him how good he was, how good he felt. She kept it to herself as she held onto the added stimulation.

As the sounds of skin clapping illuminate the bedroom, Grace and Jamie both tried to keep your moans at bay. The last thing they needed to pop their bubble was their daughter who would be the tangible reminder of what their relationship was supposed to be.  Neither of them thought much of her, too selfishly focused on each other.

Jamie was deep inside her and she could feel the two of them battling to see who could last longer. She shifted her weight to one side so she could reach back to attach to Jamie's neck and feel his chest against her back. The slight movement and shift helped trigger Jamie's orgasm. Grace could feel his cum spurting deep into her cervix, but thought nothing of it in the moment, lost in the euphoria of her own orgasm. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock as Jamie slowed down his thrusting hips, only giving slow and deep thrusts to milk his cum from his dick.

Their bodies, joint by joint, started to collapse on one another. Jamie wasn't ready to let go of her yet. He was still trying to catch his breath when he reached down, taking a loose grip on her jaw and watching as her wide eyes flick up to meet his. Her mind was so foggy, arousal clouding every logical nerve in her body. Jamie cooed when he saw the tears that began to cloud her vision, threatening to spill at any second, "I love you."

"Was it always like that?"

"God, no," Grace chose her times to speak selfishly. It felt good to call Jamie out, even if she was the one currently being immature.

"Then, what makes this different?"

"There aren't eighteen-year-olds coming for my neck," Grace's arms crossed with her words, her normal anger returning at the thought. The woman in front of her looked more confused than ever, "He's quite popular with that age group."

"Is that a euphemism for cheating?"

"I've never cheated," Jamie spoke firmly, adjusting in his seat through agitation. This was hurting him more than she thought, "My job just attracts a certain crowd, that's all."

"Right," Grace spoke under her breath.

"So, is it safe to assume his job is part of the reason for your separation?"

"I should have never had said yes."

"Excuse me?"

"I  should have known better to say yes to the man who asks me to marry him  only days after finding out I was pregnant," Grace clarified confidently.  

"Is that not what we wanted?"

"We were teenagers,  we didn't know what we wanted," She disagreed as she shook her head, her  voice full of pity, "But we knew better."

"Speak for yourself," Jamie bit back, "I knew what I wanted, I know what I want."

"What you want is a housewife, what you want is someone to dot on you. Someone to-

"I want you."

"What you want is not what I can be."

"You make it sound like I'm making you-" Jamie's voice raised slightly, but he stopped himself to not projecting as much to say, "You have the freedom to do whatever you want, the same liberties I have. If anything more than I do."

"More than you do?" She asked through a bitter laugh.

He cursed, "You act like I don't want to be a part of our daughter's life. I work to provide for the two of you."

"You get paid for the parties? For the drinking too? The drugs? All of that is tax-deductible?"

"Love-

"No, you don't get to call me that," Grace stopped him, the term of endearment making her sick, "You don't get to just fuck off when you feel like it and come back expecting everything to be the same."

"But I don't want to-

"You lost the right to have a say in this when you weren't there for me."

Grace's eyes were trained forward, her face grew passive quickly as she gave a rehearsed response, "We just grew into separate people."

"Can you elaborate?"

She shrugged as if the response was simple and obvious, "He got successful and it went  too far. He was partying and I was  putting a baby down. He was  traveling first class while I struggled to cope after the birth."

Jamie's body was getting tense, he felt like he was under scrutiny and now he didn't even know how to respond besides saying what he truly thought, "You didn't tell me how you were feeling, it would have been different if I knew."

"Don't lie, Jamie," Grace shook her head as it faced down. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration, all of her emotions hitting her. This was yet another topic they rarely brought up because every time they did Grace would shut down, shut everyone out, and shut off.

Even the chose to stay doctor was quiet, everyone waited for Grace to continue.

"I could barely take care of myself," Grace spoke softly, finally having a space to just speak knowing everyone else wouldn't dare to interrupt, "I barely took care of myself. My body didn't even want to...I couldn't breastfeed...and my baby, any time I looked at her I was just filled with such...It's fine now, I relied on myself and I figured it out."

Grace's eyes pleaded the woman in front of her to drop the subject. The therapist was debating on helping her push through the topic, but with one glance to the clock on the wall Grace was saved by the bell.

"I want to thank the both of you for making the first step and showing up today," The doctor spoke evenly as Grace gave her an appreciative glance, "I look forward to working with you two next week..." She hesitated saying the next thing knowing as a professional she should have kept it to herself, but even she could feel the lingering love between the two, "Just check in with each other once in awhile."

After some soft and swift goodbye's, the pair felt like they were gasping for air once they reached outside. Naturally, Jamie's hand reached for the pocket that held his cigarette and lighter, immediately settling it between his lips and lighting it. He didn't hesitate handing it to Grace to share. It was an agreed gesture to occupy the same space for just a moment longer without the pressures of what was inside the building or the pressure of what they would have to face once they went back to their own worlds. It was a moment to pause.

A moment Jamie took to ask the question sitting in front of them, "Think we can make this work?"

"Knowing us..." She trailed off through and exhale of smoke, implying the worst.

There  was a beat of silence as she passed the cigarette back for his own   inhale. He toyed with the lit cigarette that was on it's last limb as he  asked, "You're alright, though?"

She smiled, appreciative of  his gesture. She took her own moment to look at him now as he expertly  took in the smoke and released it through his nose as she responded,  "Yeah, you?"

"Yeah."

[shxyo-sho]

Hq boys with a s/o in orchestra

Characters: Noya, Akaashi, Tsukki, Kiyoko, Semi x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing

Genre: fluff, crack

A/n: hey babes! I was practicing my violin and this idea popped into my brain. I only did string instruments since that's what I play. Hope you enjoy<33

|| hq m.list ||

nishinoya yuu

This poor, poor boy

He is absolutely clueless when it comes to this stuff

"So are you Mozart or something?"

Noya you uncultured swine, I bet that's the only composer you know, huh?

He swears up and down that playing your instrument is easy

Then he tries to play it and starts tearing the strings on your bow

Blames it completely on the instrument

"It's not my fault the hairs are so thin! You should really go get that checked out!"

When you show him how to actually play he realizes its not as easy as it seems

Noya screams violin player and I think its because of his confidence

Like to just sit and stare as you play

Doesn't care what your playing or how it sounds, all he knows is that your playing better than he could

Bothers you to play a pop song at some point

You have to explain how boring a pop song actually is

It's literally the same three notes and rhythms over and over again, so no❤

Has tried to eat your rosin before, his curiosity got the best of him

Pretends to understand your sheet music

Babe I know your confused, I mean I can barely read what's on that sheet paper

Overall a 7/10, super excited about it but just a tad bit annoying

akaashi keiji

This man listens to classical music, you cant convince me otherwise

He doesn't know nearly as much as you and Tsuki but still

Will be so so eager to learn everything about your instrument

Wants to understand all this musician vocabulary your constantly using

Learn every part of the bow and instrument just so he can surprise you with his newfound knowledge

Loves hearing you play but never ask because he doesn't want to pressure you into playing for him

Akaashi gives me cello vibes, they are both very mellow

Is always asking questions

"What does vibrato do?"

"It says to play in Allegro, what does that mean?"

You better answer every damn question😡

Heard you complain about the indents on your finger tips from constantly pressing down on the strings

Now makes it a point to kiss those indents after every practice/recital

Also kisses them anytime you mention them hurting

Overall a 7/10, is just aching to learn about your hobby which is endearing but the questions can be a little suffocating

semi eita

Now look he plays an instrument so I think he appreciates it the most

Hearing you drag the bow along the strings to make beautiful music

Watching the concentration on your face when you play a harder part of a piece

He loves it all

Buys the music your learning but for his guitar

Plays it as a duet with you💍

Doesn't know much about classical music since he's more into indie and pop music

If semi didn't play guitar then I say he would play double bass, he would vibe with the sonorous sound of it

You can both rant to eachother about the struggles of a musician and actually understand eachother

Your all like:

"I'll never be able to play this damn song. It's so fast paced and there are so many random accidentals! If I have to play one more arpeggio I will actually lose my mind!"

He's just here like:

"It's okay babe! I can help you work on it tomorrow."

"We can learn it bar by bar."

He understands the pain of learning a new piece

He understands the pain of broken strings

He understands the pain of an out of tune instrument

It's free therapy

Helps correct your posture and tempo

Overall a 9/10, super helpful and simply understands you

kiyoko shimizu

My goddess kiyoko🙏

She absolutely adores it

I feel like she doesn't actively listen to classical music but knows more than Nishinoya so that's a plus

Will ask to watch you play and is enamored by you talent

Gives me viola vibes because she's.. warm?? Idk but it simply makes sense

Doesn't try to play or read your music but acts as an amazing listener

Listens to you rant about how many sixteenth notes are in your newest piece

Doesn't understand a single word your using but will nod her head along with a smile

Will straight out ask you to play for her

"Love, could you maybe play a song for me? Only if you want too of course."

Starts to listen to classical music more often because it reminds her of you

Will ask for any song or composer recommendations

Likes to touch the hair on your bows because they are soft

You don't have heart to tell her not too

You just silently cringe as she unknowingly ruins your bows piece by piece

But it's alright because Kiyoko can do no wrong

Overall an 8/10, is enthusiastic and straight forward but ruins hundreds of dollars worth of bows

tsukishima kei

Okay, tsukki knows his classical music

He'll blast it in his head phones after a grueling day at practice

He knows Brahms, Haydn, Bach, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Wagner, etc.

No one can disagree, he is a cello player

Probably because of his layed back nature

Will never directly ask you to play for him but will hint at it

Moves your instrument into the living room so it's the first thing you see when you come home

Places your folder containing all of your sheet music on the kitchen counter

Then you know to play for him

Never tried to play the instrument but has seriously thought about it

Has dropped your rosin and breaks it

Like it shatters into a million pieces

Looks unbothered but is actually freaking out inside

Buys you like ten more

Makes his day when he hears you practicing in the other room

Puts his ear against the wall so he can listen

Has multiple recordings of you playing that he listens to religiously

Learns how to read sheet music just to pester you

"That was supposed to be an F sharp, you played an F natural. Get it together."

Such an ass about it 😒

Overall a 6/10, is supportive but needs to stop being such a jerk for once

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[plaidbooks]

"Ugly Christmas sweater" from Christmas bingo for Mike Dodds. Because the Reader wanted to take a photo in these sweaters. Ah, I imagine they giving such a "disgusting" sweater to him and he should wear it 🤭

12 Sweaters of Christmas - Part 1

A/N: So, I went a little fucking nuts with this one, sorry! Thank you to both @helga-ackerman and @witches-unruly-heart for making the moodboards! This covers the Holiday Party in the @storiesofsvu holiday bingo (I hope)!

PS: I know the 12 days of Christmas song starts at 12 and counts down. But this is starting from day one and going up. And the sweaters in the moodboard of each section are the sweaters they are wearing in the fic. Also, there's a limit of ten photos, so it's a two parter.

Double PS: I ignored the timeline for this fic haha.

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: (idk, I did it on tumblr lol)

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Ten months ago, Mike Dodds asked you out. And two months ago, he asked you to move in with him, Both times, you agreed with a warm smile, and they were the best decisions of your life. And since it was your first Christmas together, Mike expressed wanting to do all the cute, couple-y things for the holidays.

“Does that include wearing matching Christmas sweaters?” you asked, excited.

“I would love nothing more, darling.” Boy, was he in for it.

The precinct was collecting toys for their Toys For Tots campaign. You and Mike had gone to the closest toy store and bought two carts full. Dressed in your matching ugly sweaters, you made a few trips between the car and the can for toys.

Donating things always made your heart swell--if you had the funds, you always donated. And being able to share that magic with Mike made it that much better.

He was caught up in the giddiness, too, and once the last armful of toys was delivered, he pulled you close and kissed your passionately.

The next day, you and Mike planned on donating the copious amounts of jackets you had bought along with the toys. But this time, you’d be dropping them off at the Coats For Kids box in the Home Depot.

“Oh, this sweater is cute,” Mike said as you handed it to him.

You smiled. “I’m glad you like it; I made it last year.”

“You made it?!”

“I did! Hurry up and put it on so we can deliver the jackets.”

This time after dropping things off, instead of only kissing you, Mike took you home and made love to you.

The next day, you were both miraculously free. Mike drove you to the tree lot, and you both wandered around the trees. Being so close to Christmas meant that there weren’t many choices, and a lot of the trees were already pretty sad looking. But finally, Mike found the perfect little tree.

It was only the two of you in your apartment, so you agreed on a little 4′ tree. The owner of the lot helped Mike strap it to the roof of his car, and you helped him carry it inside the apartment.

“Our own Christmas tree,” you said with a sparkle in your eye.

“Just wait until it’s fully decorated, darling.”

Mike had gotten called in yesterday, but was granted today off. He laughed at the sweater you presented him with, since you waited to decorate the tree until today--you wanted to decorate the house with him. He turned on some happy Christmas music, and the decorating commenced.

Garland hung, village set, and tree tinseled, you both looked with warm smiles at the interior of your home. He wrapped an arm around you, hugging you for a moment, before he started dancing with you.

Christmas lights flashed, and you danced and danced with Mike until you were under the mistletoe. Glancing up at it, he dipped you, kissing you sloppily as you giggled.

You knew today was the holiday party with his squad. Which is why you presented him with the silly sweaters, the elf bodies leading to your own heads.

“Really, darling?” he asked, eyeing the sweater.

You were already wearing yours. “What? They’re cute!”

“But a little ridiculous....”

You wanted to tell him to just wait and see what you had in store, but you bit your tongue. “Let’s just go have fun with your squad.”

The holiday party was a blast. Sonny loved your matching sweaters, finding you both adorable and taking pictures. Most of the pictures were Mike kissing your cheek, then lips.

Though last night was the holiday party, tonight was the get-together at Liv’s place. Amanda brought her girls, Liv had Noah, and Sonny brought his niece--he was babysitting for Bella.

You all brought the makings for gingerbread houses, and let the kids run wild. You and Mike laughed as you both worked on your sad little gingerbread house. Sonny’s niece was next to Mike, and he helped her with her own house.

The sight was way too cute, and you smiled as you watched him entertain the four-year-old. Sonny caught you watching, and he smiled to himself, knowing that you were falling so hard for your boyfriend.

He may or may not know about the ring that Mike had showed him earlier that month. He had planned to ask you to marry him on Christmas Day, but Sonny convinced him to wait until New Years. Mostly because he knew of the other little secret happening on Christmas.

[lapzoli]

📓

watering the weeds in the garden never did pay off..

mm. okay so. this is just some half assed thoughts of what i think could have been, if tomura shigaraki had just. gotten the help he needed, from literally anyone but all for one. it's not fleshed out or anything and idk where to go with it, which is why it's just a concept thought but....enjoy?

Inko finds Tenko Shimura wandering in the streets and extends her hand to help him, taking him to a police station

They manage to find his name but after declaring his family dead with no other relatives to go to, Inko offers to take care of Tenko

She brings him home to where baby Izuku is (just a few months old) and gives him some snacks while she talks with her husband on the phone; he smiles and comments that he feels warm

Fast forward a year and a half; Tenko is holding 2 year old Izuku’s hand as they walk to the playground; go on the slide together and Izuku runs to ride on the roundabout, but is shoved to the ground by some older kids; Tenko comes over to help, and he gets angry and feels something dark in him, flashes of screams echoing in his head as he reaches for the kids, but is brought back to reality by Izuku crying and grabbing his shirt; Tenko calms himself and picks him up, running away from the older kids and trying to forget what just happened

At home, Inko bounces Izuku on her hip, sweeping Tenko’s hair away and asking softly if he’s okay; Tenko starts crying and buries his face in her shirt as she comforts them both

When Izuku later befriends Katsuki, Tenko feels alone and accidentally decays something in the house, and he cries, remembering his family’s expressions, and begs Inko not to touch him in panic, so she sits in front of him and tries to comfort him, until he feels his quirk simmer down and he runs into her arms, sobbing.

After some time, Inko stroking his hair and doing her best to calm him down, Tenko quietly reveals he doesn’t remember everything, but he knows he hurt his family before she had found him years ago; he thinks she’s going to be disgusted and reject him, but instead she hugs him tighter and kisses his head; “That must have been so scary, to be alone like that, Tenko. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Time skipping, Inko drops ten year old Tenko off for another therapy session, having agreed he should talk to a professional about his trauma especially if he can’t remember everything; Tenko feels tired but his heart is lighter as he waves goodbye to Inko and Izuku, who wants to go with him but is held back by their mom

Tenko walks out of his session and waits in the lobby for Inko to pick him up, and he meets Toga, who is waiting her own session to start; he talks to her about nothing and everything until Inko appears, and he waves goodbye to her

When Izuku starts crying about not getting his quirk, Tenko does his best to comfort him and admits he’s jealous; his quirk is very scary, and he’s worried he’s going to hurt him or Mom or Katsuki or anyone else one day, and wipes away Izuku’s tears with his shirt; “You know. You’re kinda my hero though, Izuku; you make me wanna be stronger, I guess, so I can be someone you’re proud to call your big brother.”; Izuku starts crying again and Tenko teases him, even as he remembers being as much of a crybaby

A few months go by and Tenko comes out of one of his sessions and sees Toga is still waiting for her parents, even though it’s been over an hour, and he insists on waiting with her, taking her outside to play, and they’re soon joined by Inko, who agrees to wait. When Toga falls into the fountain, Izuku jumps in to help her up, and she gets incredibly flustered, so he continues holding her hand so she doesn’t fall in again

Eventually Toga’s parents come by to get her, making some flimsy excuse, and she waves goodbye to the other three. On the walk back home, Tenko teases Izuku about his little girlfriend and Inko lightly laughs when Izuku is confused

A week goes by, and Tenko and Izuku are walking home from school to see new neighbors moving in, and are surprised to see it’s Toga and her family; she immediately races over to them and excitedly latches onto Izuku, who starts rambling about all the things they can do now, and that he and Tenko can show her around the neighborhood, and introduce her to Katsuki and the other kids

Something, something - Katsuki, Izuku, and Toga all talk excitedly about entering U.A. one day as they grow up together, and Tenko keeps watching over them with some forlorn regret that he can't be there with him, still thinking of his quirk as a danger to those around him but wanting to still protect his family

Be their hero..........

[bibuckbuckley]

kj my love so I think we're gonna get the suit thing near the beginning of the episode right? and then he falls out of the helicopter. and so he has the panic attack in public but away from his family and maybe he goes to the hospital and they call buck (his emergency contact) and so buck is the only one that knows and then eddie falls out of the helicopter and buck was already worried bc of post shooting anxiety and then the panic attack AND NOW he practically refuses to leave eddie's side, and so he's sitting there with eddie as eddie tries to get his bearings after the helicopter but buck ends up having to talk him out of a panic attack this time in front of their family and they all have the decency to look away and pretend they aren't paying attention bc it's so,,,,intimate, as buck crouches in front of eddie and holds his hands and whispers soothing words to him trying to bring him out of his flashback but then after that they're all keeping an eye out for him and eddies still shakey bc he just had a panic attack in front of all of them and now they know and his mind is going "now they think you're weak and that you can't do your job properly and they're going to talk shit behind your back" etc etc and bucks just like "no one is think that eddie, we're just worried about you because we love you" and after that eddie finally gives in and goes to therapy and searches for a therapist he trusts and likes with buck bc bucks been through the process before

idk idk my minds going 700 mph rn

MY LOVE WHY DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME CRY EVEN MORE??? 😭😭😭 BUT YOUR BRAIN THO

I can 100% see all of this happening. And I too think we're going to get the suit scene near the beginning of ep 1.

Like I can see Eddie not wanting anyone to know bc of his Issues™️ but Buck finding out bc of him Eddie's emergency contact. (Also add Buck getting the call as cockblock for him and his gf and having a similar cut scene with Buck running in the hospital paralleling the season finale to add in some Spice™️). And Buck tries to talk about it with Eddie but Eddie doesn't want to and brushes Buck off, making Buck frustrated bc he wants to help the man he loves his best friend bc Eddie is suffering and hiding it and he feels helpless.

Which leads to the beginning of the first episode, which from what we've heard it seems to be a "End of The Beginning" where it starts with the 118 first confronting the animals. While they walking the street, there's some tension between Buck and Eddie. Some tiny little remarks here and there. The 118 keep on giving each other looks like "oh no what is the married couple fighting about this time" but are also concerned. After one of those remarks from Eddie, Chimney's like "Is anyone going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Which makes Bobby like "Chim, this is not our place." But Chimney's like "No, there's a literal elephant" making them all turn to see the elephant in front of them.

AND THEN it all leads to the helicopter rescue that night. (Now I know the helicopter crash could happen actually very likely when the blackout firsts starts but we're going with it being after they did with the animals for this scenario).

That image of Buck helping Eddie from a panic attack? Showing the vulnerability between both men? Eddie clinging to Buck for dear life. Buck soothing Eddie. Meanwhile the entire 118 watch? Amazing Showstopping. Exquisite. *chef's kiss*

And then once they get back to the station, Eddie starts to change but he just sits there on the bench, a weird mix between feeling numb but also exhausted from everything that has happened. He's alone in the locker room when Bobby shows up and carefully asks if Eddie wants to talk. Which in turn opens the floodgates. Like a damn that has been trying desperately to explode for a long time. He does his signature soft cry as he opens up to Bobby. Tells him that he's been having panic attacks. But the thing is, they're not only during reminders of the shooting or his Army days (like the helicopter). They're also doing moments in his relationship where he should be happy. But instead he feels like the world is closing in around him.

"Even with Buck there are times where he and Christopher are the only things in my life where I feel safe but then there are other times when he's with Taylor...." He trails off, eyes widening that he let that slip. Bobby just stares him knowingly, letting it sink in (similar to the look Bobby gave Buck when Buck said 'I was just the guy standing there who couldn't do anything about it'). But Bobby knows now is not the right time to confront all of that so he waits for Eddie to continue.

"Buck thinks I need to see someone. About these... attacks." Eddie tells him softly to which Bobby nods softly. "He's right. But more importantly, I think you think so too." Eddie can only nod.

And so, with the help up Buck and Bobby, this starts Eddie on his PTSD recovery.

[memesofconsciousness]

Harshly Judging You Based On Your Favorite Grey’s Anatomy Character

Taryn Helm- you listen to girl in red/sweater weather and would drunk kiss a girl but you’re not a “lesbian”, also amazing at math

Miranda Bailey- you either are exactly like Miranda Bailey or aspire to be her

 Owen Hunt- idk why he’s your favorite character but to each their own, but you probably have a victim mentality and an unhealthy relationship with sex

Tom Koracick- again idk why he is your favorite character, but you probably have a huge traumatic event and it is your entire personality, maybe a little full of yourself as well

Derek Shepherd- you’re a simp

Richard Webber- either you have an intense need for a father figure in your life or you fell in love with his or speech in the first episode and haven’t let that go

Teddy Altman- you’re probably closeted for some sort of identity thing and you would totally join the army to run away from your problems if you didn’t have something else to use a distraction

Jackson Avery- you are either a simp or a social activist, or both

Preston Burke- you are homophobic/judgemental in some way, maybe work on that, also obsessed with your reputation

Meredith Grey- you are basic white girl who doesn’t drink starbucks because “that’s too basic”

Erica Hahn- you imprinted on every lesbian you saw on tv, maybe you still do

Cormac Hayes- yiu are someone with baby fever, but like for the simple life, or you love his accent

Atticus Lincoln- you are a hippie of some kind, a simp for ortho, or in love with his relationship with Amelia

Alex Karev- you fall for the bad boys with a heart of gold, or you think you are one

Addison Montgomery- you are a bad bitch or a lesbian

Maggie Pierce- you are someone who loves crossword puzzles/sudoku/correcting people’s grammar, and has rbf

Arizona Robbins-   you are either is the person who wears heelys to work or wishes they had that confidence

Amelia Shepherd- you are someone who relates to her struggles, latches on the hope of better life, or someone who gets underestimated a lot

Mark Sloan-  you are a simp  

Callie Torres- you are a raging bisexual, someone with religious trauma or cuts their hair every week

Andrew DeLuca- you are a simp but won’t admit it or someone who should probably go to therapy

Jo Wilson- you arre someone with conflicting aesthetics or someone who needs some sort of physical affection

April Kepner- you are someone who was raised religious, or is in love with april based on the one scene in the trauma certification episode

Nathan Riggs- you still love someone who left the show 4 years ago after being on it for 1.5 seasons at most and you need to move on and get over your ex

Ben Warren- you have commitment issues or want to be Miranda Bailey’s partner

Nico Kim- you have commitment issues, a less than raging activist

Cristina Yang- you need to either get a filter or get better friends

Stephanie Edwards- you are a thrill seeker, and you need to get a hobby that doesn’t revolve around your job or school

Lexie Grey- you were the person every one cheated off of in high school, and you have imposter syndrome

Leah Murphy- you like to be the center of attention and don’t know when to stop

George O’Malley- you’re a cinnamon roll

Shane Ross- your career is your number one priority, you simp over people in positions of authority over you

Izzie Stevens- you’re more basic than a meredith stan, probably were the popular bitch that peaked in high school

Levi Schmitt- you’re either extremely underestimated or you’re gay, maybe both

[salamanderinspace]

personal updates. sheeeesh

I feel I'm officially Fallen on Hard Times. Husband is still out of work and still in full lockdown mode. Won't go out. Won't even take the trash. Very convinced COVID is 100% going to kill him.

He's also been very political lately, sometimes shouting "fuck Ukraine!" randomly or blasting the Russian Anthem 3 or 4 times a day. IDK. I don't engage.

Money is non-existent. No rent, restricted food (which is one the toughest things for me, always). I've applied for disability benefits but that process takes 6-8 months and last time I was refused because too much time had passed between when I last worked full time for an employer and when I was diagnosed. They acknowledged that yes my conditions do qualify me and yes I submitted adequate proof that they affect me now but because I could not prove that they affected me before 2015, I was denied.

My lifelong, incurable, genetic conditions.

IDK I've applied again but even if I get it the max benefits isn't half my rent. My royalties from my "successful" art career ran out last year and since I've been doing small odd jobs or selling a piece here or there. Meanwhile my laptop is very old and very broken (battery cannot charge, for instance) and so is my phone (again can only be used when plugged in.)

Husband seems to struggle with small tasks. He spends a whole day wailing about grocery shopping--which we do by instacart! And I bring the groceries in and put them away. But the instacart is still too much for him. Of course I am empathetic and supportive because I have my own accursed limitations.

Medical stuff. It hurts to move around but I do it anyway. Just muscle spasms and joint pain. I don't think things are much worse than when I was on meds. Emotionally I'm ... having more emotions than I used to. I'm a little on the fence about that. It feels morally correct to have emotions. It feels right and natural and like I should have them. It's stressful, though, because I can't express them to anyone, because everyone else is on a very short string. People get epistemologically threatened when I talk about my feelings. They don't really hear what I'm saying. I say "I feel like society isn't structured in a way that's safe for me or that meets my needs. I feel this is urgent," and they hear "you're bad and I want you to die in a violent revolution." It's so stressful.

I did therapy for awhile but we both agreed that most of the feelings I'm having are normal, reasonable, and Not Illness, and that we should conclude our business. He was a good therapist IMO, which is very rare and very hard to find. Sometimes they hit on you or have 10 cats or show up late to your appointments and only talk about themselves or don't talk at all. So I trusted my guy, my dude, but boy, did he seem tired.

The younger people are, they better they are at listening. I chronically tend to date people who are either much younger or much older than me, partly because that's what I'm attracted to and partly because they don't seem to have the brain worms everybody in my age range has. But I feel shame about that because, you know, age gaps are socially inappropriate and taboo and shamed and so that's another part of my life I can't really talk about.

One feeling I'm having a lot is boredom. I'm so bored with everything. I want to travel. I want to kiss a stranger on the mouth.

The last time I felt like I had Fallen on Hard Times was 2018. I was Down Bad for this girl, who... reciprocated, but didn't want to run away with me, and ended up essentially running away with another woman. My anti-seizure meds were discontinued and pulled from the market for mysterious reasons. So I ended up in the hospital, really in mortal danger. The docs forcibly gave me super heavy seizure meds - Lorazapam maybe? - and it made me disoriented and suggestable. They couldn't figure out WHY I was having symptoms and they got the idea that maybe I'd taken something (I didn't) in, like, a suicidal sort of way. And since I was disoriented and suggestable I was like, ok, whatever, and that's how I got locked in a psych ward for a month. Which was read bad and not the subject of this post.

I just got a call, just now. Not sure if anyone was following the saga of when my insurance suddenly dropped me for no reason and I had to move heaven and earth for months to get them to correct the error. Well, they did correct it, and then I got switched to a new company that took over the old company, and assigned a whole new doctor. So I put in an appointment and waited a month or two and I was supposed to see the doc on Monday. Well, I just got a call that, in the last month, that doc has ceased to take that insurance.

I'm feeling ok right now. I had a bagel for breakfast and carbs are very soothing. Sometime later today I'll be laying in bed, though, asking myself: what can I do? How can I change this? Trying to think my way out of this situation.

I've been pretty involved in politics and activism for the last 10 years. I've also been reading a lot of history, though. It seems like, historically, things do not get better. Not for people like me. The arc of history is not bending upward for people like me. Lately I look at social media and I see a lot of bad takes that make me feel epistmelogically threatened. I mean, that's social media... people just type words and half the time even they don't really believe them. But then you go out into the world and no one is wearing a mask anymore, and I wonder - does it matter, what people feel or believe, or does it matter how they act?

I hate feeling alienated on social media though. Even on tumblr there's no way to curate out all the bad takes without limiting yourself to corporation-friendly sanitized Content (TM).

I miss my therapist. Even if I could see him again I can't afford it. I miss the way he would say, "yes, that's true," really quickly, as if he was so uncomfortable. I don't want to make people uncomfortable. I want people to make choices and do actions based on truth.

[palimpsessed]

Writerly Ephemera

I was tagged by @amywaterwings @mostlymaudlin @tea-brigade @effing-numpties @captain-aralias @bloodiedpixie . This is so cool, so thanks for sharing yours! ❤️

Per Amy: We add little bits of ourselves to our writing, scattering memories and places and phrases and things into our stories. The game is to find five examples of this, of YOU, in your writing and show everyone.

I don’t really feel like I put much of my own experiences into my fic, probably because I don’t feel like I have a lot of experiences to pull from. (That’s not me being self-deprecating; that’s me never going anywhere or doing anything.) So, let’s see what we come up with!

Going to tag here. I feel like I’ve gotten to this late so I’m not sure who has been tagged. Anyway. No pressure, loves. Just saying hi. 🥰 @theflyingpeach @bazzybelle @otherworldsivelivedin @unseelieseelie @wetheformidables @caitybug @nightimedreamersworld @foolofabookwyrm @stillmadaboutpetra

1. I have put the most of myself into A Man of Letters. I have my degree in English Lit and when I was in college, I was at the height of my Jane Austen obsession. So I sort of built my degree around the development of the English novel. My senior thesis was on a book called Evelina by Frances Burney, who was one of Austen’s greatest literary influences. Evelina is an epistolary novel—told entirely in letters. I love the epistolary form, for the same reason I love dialogue and texting fics. It’s such a fun narrative technique and can reveal so much about individual characters. It’s actually a bit like the way Rainbow Rowell uses multi POV in her books. Anyway, my love of the epistle was on full display in this fic, which is ofc told in letters. —Do I share a passage? That’s like...the whole fic 😅 So, idk. Here’s Simon being a disaster as he meditates on letter writing:

Dear Penny,

As I start this letter, I already know I'm not going to post it. I know I won't be able to bring myself to do it, because of what I have to say to you. I do feel bad. It's not that I don't want to tell you. And you know I'm so much better at writing things down than saying them out loud. It's only that I feel like this would all sound better coming from me in person. I just don't think I'll be able to make you understand in a letter. I'm still trying to understand myself. And writing all of this down helps me with that. Even if I'm only pretending to write to you, it makes me feel better, to think of you on the other end. I promise I really will tell you everything as soon as we're together again.

2. Also for A Man of Letters, my fascination with Regency fashions, in particular the dandy, was a major factor. I did an art book about this, comparing how fashion has changed over time, especially in regard to gender. (I also did an art book based on Evelina, since I’m on the subject. I minored in book art. 😁) I always fancied the look of a Regency dandy, so that was my gift to Baz.

Whoever has been working their magic on Salisbury should in fact be the person to whom I offer my eternal devotion. Alas, I am left to flounder under the burden of lusting after a man who is incapable of dressing himself.

The utter and unmitigated shame.

Salisbury wore a forest green wool frock coat that set off the golden highlights in his brown locks. This was accented with a green and aubergine striped silk waistcoat that was trimmed in white piping and felt much too daring a pattern for the man. (I don't care if he was a soldier; it takes a hardier man than him by half to choose a stripe like that.) His charcoal trousers were enticingly snug, but not so much to prove lethal. His cravat and points left much to be desired, though that likely reflected poorly on his ability to keep himself in order, rather than the ability of his valet. (Good God, maybe the man doesn't even have a valet!)

3. When it came to my countdown fic, To the Manor Borne, I had Shep make a reference to Cluedo, because Pitch Manor would be perfect for a real life game. Behind that, is the fact that my family played a lot of Clue and I watched the movie a whole bunch growing up, to the point where my sister and I used to quote it to each other. This was a way to pay homage to that. He also talks about playing the game Murder in the Dark, which was one I played at Halloween as a kid. One of my cousins was dressed as a ghoul with glow in the dark face paint and we were in my grandma’s creepy upstairs. Perfect vibes.

I’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room and the library and the study and the parlor. Walking through this house is like playing Clue. (They call it Cluedo on this side of the pond, because they like to be difficult.) (That was a whole thing. Do not get me started.)

I keep thinking Colonel Mustard’s going to pop up out of nowhere and brain me with a lead pipe.

And:

What kind of games do you play with magickal friends who don't have magic? Twister? Not with the wings and tail. Cards? Baz and Penny would cheat. Or accuse everyone else of cheating if they didn't win. Murder in the dark? With these people, in this house, I knew it would turn literal fast, and also it was like ten in the morning. Hide and seek? Simon and I would hide and everyone else would ditch. Snowball fight? World War III.

4. I’ve referenced Mozart in my fics a couple of times because when I was first getting into classical music, I was listening to a lot of Mozart. My sister had a CD of some of his early symphonies, and my local classical station does “Mozart in the Mornings” which happened to fit in the exact time slot between two morning classes I had my first year in college. I’d go sit in my car with a cup of tea, and just vibe with Mozart as my soundtrack. I’ve name dropped him in both A Man of Letters and To the Manor Borne. Also, Mozart wrote 12 variations on the melody shared by Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, which is a lovely tie in. (I also had the gang sing/cast The Holly and the Ivy, which is one of my favorite Christmas carols, and by strange coincidence was playing on the radio at the same time I wrote that scene. 🥰)

"It's a songbook," I tell him, like he can't figure that out for himself. "Did you know that Mozart wrote twelve different versions of the same song?"

He's laughing. "Mozart did not write Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Simon."

"You know what I mean."

"He composed twelve variations for solo piano on the French folk melody Ah! Vous dirai-je, maman."

"Sure. Anyway, this is for the violin. For you to play."

He's still laughing, and I'm trying to figure out what's so funny, but then he kisses me again, on the lips this time, so I figure maybe I'm still doing okay.

Only one more to go! What will it be? 👀

5. Therapy! Eheheh...😅 Look, it’s no secret the gang needs it. And tbh, so do I. Haven’t actually managed to get myself to go yet, and I think that’s where a lot of my “send them to therapy” happy endings come from. I did it in Use Your Words and To the Manor Borne. I started Chamber by Chamber with SnowBaz already in therapy, and then structured the whole thing around therapy that they give to each other and to themselves. It didn’t really fit in A Man of Letters, but if it had, I absolutely would have done it. I’ve only shared from two fics so far, and since it could kind of spoil the ending to Use Your Words (tho saying this may be spoiler anyway...), here are two snippets from It’s a Kind of Magic, Part I of Chamber by Chamber.

I've been working on articulating my needs. We both have. Ordinarily, I'd be afraid of pushing him away by making demands when he's on the verge of a spiral, but my therapist insists that I can't go on treating Simon with kid gloves. If I never ask him for anything, he'll think he doesn't have anything to give.

And

When I told that to my therapist, she said that I needed to talk it out of me and she'd help me find ways to work through it all. She said I needed to talk it out with Baz, too, so that he'd know how to help me when things got bad again—that was something else she said, that things would get bad again, and that I'd need to be prepared for that. That I couldn't expect things to be easy, and just go away.

6. BONUS! I think the biggest way I include bits of myself is in the AUs I’ve chosen to write. I have three I’m planning that say a lot about me, so I’m going to talk a bit about them here. There is ofc my Scooby Doo AU, inspired in large part by the fact that I watched it all the time growing up and also, my sister continues to be obsessed with it. When we were young, my parents were doing a lot of work on their house and we’d take family trips to the hardware store. My sister and I hated it, so we’d wait in the car with my mom and she would entertain us with “Scooby Doo stories”. Other AUs I’m planning? Troop Beverly Hills—please tell me someone else out there loved this movie the way I did when I was 5. It was very influential to baby me and I remember wishing for nothing more than being able to dress like Shelley Long. So, I’m going to let Baz do it, because I think he deserves it. 🥰 Lastly, tho it will probably be the first I write, is my Cupid and Psyche AU, from when I was heavy into mythology and religion. Since these are all forthcoming projects, I don’t really have a snippet. Instead, here’s Baz comparing Simon to Eros, which is what started my brain on that particular AU.

I am lost. I barely know anything about Salisbury, but I can't help being drawn in. At one time, I could have comforted myself that I was only so smitten with him because he looks like he was sculpted by Praxiteles. That excuse grows weaker with every encounter. He's the furthest thing from a lifeless tribute to beauty in marble as one can be. There is something deep and dark and feral inside of him and I want to claw it out. I want to see it, to let it free. To taste his wildness and his pain.