#this one's been in my drafts for a while

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

JAMIE: The Deterioration of Date Night

Hey, so I actually wrote something lol. This one's a little different than what I've done before, but I had fun, so here's some sick Jamie, finally

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Max and Charlie have this joke that at this point, the two of them should just start dating, despite neither of them having any romantic feelings for the other, because of how often they end up alone with the other.

Being the only single members of their flat, it’s not unexpected, but when Tuesdays unofficially became date night it seemed inevitable that the two of them would be alone more often.

Max is expecting another slow night with Charlie, eating dinner and then playing a board game or something.

They’re standing in the kitchen, scrolling on their phone waiting for Charlie to get home from work, when their phone dings with a text.

Jamie: Coming home now.

Weird, they think, moving to examine the flat’s message board. Jamie’s not supposed to finish work for another two hours, they remark, starting to wonder if something’s wrong; it’s not like Jamie to call out of work, let alone leave early.

Then they notice Jamie’s little blue sticky note that says  “Dinner with Key, home by 10:00” and it's not even 4:00, so they know something weird is going on.

Their phone dings with another message, and they’re relieved to see Colin’s name.

Colin: no date with keegan 2night? everthing ok?

Jamie: Not tonight.

Many thoughts run through their head, scenarios where Jamie and Keegan have broken up, as unlikely as it is, or where something happened to upset Jamie enough that he wouldn’t want to see Keegan.

When Jamie finally walks in, however, Max knows none of their speculations were right. They shove their phone in their pocket, and meet him at the door.

“Hey Jamie, are you okay?” they ask gently, scanning him carefully, noticing the way he’s sporting an uncharacteristic frown, and the way he’s holding himself deliberately rigid.

He shrugs, hanging up his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He walks past Max without a word, and goes straight to his bedroom. Confused, Max trails after Jamie, pausing in the doorway and watching as he lies on his bed, facing the wall.

They knock softly on the doorframe until Jamie glances up at them. He sighs, and says, “Well, come in then.”

Max hesitates, hearing the resigned tones in their friend’s voice, but they also need to know, at least partially, what’s wrong, so they slowly walk in and perch next to him on the bed.

“I know something’s wrong,” they start, glancing at him again, and he resolutely avoids their eyes, “Can you talk to me, please?”

Jamie huffs, curling up further. After a moment, Max considers leaving him to it, and texting Colin to talk some sense into him, but then he mumbles, “I don’t feel good.”

Okay, they can work with that.

They scoot closer to him, and go to check for a fever, before hesitating, “Can I…?” they ask carefully, hand raised by his forehead.

He glances at them, and then turns over so he’s facing them properly, “I guess. Don’t think I have a fever though.” Max gently settles their hand on his forehead, then runs their hand through their hair as he pulls it away. Jamie stretches into the contact a little bit, almost unconsciously, and Max bites down a smile.

“You’re right,” they say softly, “No fever.”

Jamie gives a small smile in response, then he winces, wraps his arms tighter around himself, and tucks his face further into the blankets on his bed, essentially hiding his face from Max.

“So…” they start, deciding to push just a bit more, “Is your belly bothering you?”

Jamie groans, biting his lip, and he gives a small nod as his face flushes slightly. Max brushes a hand back through his hair, and smiles as Jamie relaxes again.

“Do you think you’ll throw up?” Jamie immediately shakes his head, face paling at the thought, a distinct difference from the warm tones of a few seconds earlier. Max frowns, wondering if he just doesn’t like the thought, or if he genuinely doesn’t think he’ll throw up. They shrug it off, deciding that’s enough pushing for now.

Instead, they ask him, “Do you want me to stay, or leave?” Jamie glances at them, then frowns, and mutters, “I don’t care.”

They roll their eyes, and nudge him, “Scooch over then,” sliding onto the bed properly and sitting against the headboard. Their hand finds its way back into Jamie’s hair, running through his messy brown curls, and Jamie presses his face against Max’s pants, glasses sliding down his nose at an awkward angle.

They sit there in silence, unsure what Jamie needs to feel better, and hoping that Jamie’s like them, and just doesn’t want to be alone when he’s sick.

After a few minutes, Jamie shifts, moving against them and sitting up until he can lean on Max’s shoulder.

“Can you pass me that book?” he asks quietly, pointing to his bedside table, and pushing his glasses back up his nose. With the book in his hand, the quiet returns, save for the rustling of pages and the slight whines coming from Jamie’s stomach.

Max slides an earbud into his ear, giving Jamie the semblance of some privacy, without having to leave him alone, and they lean into the comfortable balance they’ve created.

They can immediately tell that something’s changed, when Jamie abruptly slides a bookmark into his book, puts it aside, and closes his eyes, his arms wrapping tightly around his belly.

“Jamie?” they ask softly, a loud gurgle coming from their friend’s abdomen. They eye the garbage can across the room, but before they can move, Jamie slides himself off the bed, and mutters “I’m going to the bathroom.” His tone is so muted and final enough that Max doesn’t question if they should follow him; There was no invitation in that phrase.

Instead, they wander the apartment, checking that Charlie hasn’t come home yet (she hasn’t), collecting a glass of water for Jamie, and putting it beside his bed, and then sitting on the couch.

They hang out there, petting Apple when she comes to see them, purring and pushing her face against their hand until their attention returns to her. The snap of a door down the hall startles Apple enough that she stops purring, and goes to investigate. Max laughs as they follow the cat down the hall, but when she turns towards the firmly-closed bathroom, nose twitching in interest, they turn toward Jamie’s room.

The door is open just enough that Max can tell that Jamie returned to his previous position on the bed, and they push the door open, joining them once more.

“Hey, you okay?”

Jamie gives a small groan, and shakes his head. Apple, hearing the noise comes trotting into the room, and with a small mew, jumps onto the bed, walks across Max, and butts her small head against Jamie’s hand. He smiles at her antics, and he pets her until she curls up against his stomach.

When Jamie lets his hand fall back onto the bed, Max turns their attention onto him properly. He’s paler than normal, face covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his gentle face contorted in an expression of discomfort.

Max frowns slightly as they consider their friend, mind running through scenarios or actions that could help. Before they make a decision though, they hear the front door open and close, and the clattering of someone - Charlie probably - returning home.

It’s only a few minutes later when the door to Jamie’s room swings open, and Charlie breezes into the room.

“Hey peeps, what’s goi- Oh. What’s wrong with Jamie?”

“Besides you just walking in, and talking about me as if I’m not right here,” mutters Jamie into the blankets, so quiet that Charlie couldn’t have heard it, but just loud enough that Max could, and they stifle a laugh behind their hand.

To Charlie, they answer, “You know there’s such a thing as knocking, right Charlie? And Jamie’s fine, mostly.”

She takes a small half-step back, and her eyes get that wary look she sometimes has, as she asks “He’s not going to throw up, is he?”

“He is right here,” says Jamie a little more forcefully, sitting up straighter. He continues more quietly, “And no, I’m not.”

Charlie nods, and lingers for an extra couple of seconds before walking back toward the door. A thought occurs to Max, “Hey, sorry I didn’t have plans for dinner or anything.”

She shrugs, and says, “That’s okay, I was thinking of making something light tonight anyway. I’ve felt a bit weird today.”

Max frowns, glancing between her and Jamie. She does look a bit pale, and she’s holding the door frame… but before they can question her further, she seems to realize how that sounded.

“Oh, I’m not sick, I don’t know what’s up.”

“Is your sug-”

“No, my sugar’s fine, I’ve had my eye on it all day, but it’s normal,” she shrugs, “so I’m just gonna make a salad or something.”

Relieved, Max readily agrees, and when she leaves, they turn back to Jamie, who looks as if he could be asleep, but Max knows that’s probably not the case.

With the moment of quiet, they fish their phone out of their pocket and text Colin.

Max: Hey, could you maybe come home as soon as you’re done with work tonight?

The response comes more quickly than they expected, and Colin’s reply makes them smile, feeling some immediate relief at the thought of Colin coming home soon.

Colin: already talked 2 ro about that. is jamie ok

Max: He’s sick, but okay. But I think you should be here.

Colin: ok home in 1 hour

For as well as Max knows Jamie, caretaking is not their forte. They make a decision about an event, or an initiative with a quiet kind of determination, but ask them to look after someone and they start overthinking every decision.

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By the time Colin gets home, Jamie has settled into a restless doze, squirming every minute or so, a tight frown between his eyes. This is the most honest he’s been all night about how he’s feeling though, so Max can’t find it in themself to wake him up.

They’re startled from their quiet observations with a knock on the door, and they look up to find Colin grinning at them as he softly moves into the room. Their shoulders immediately lose some tension they didn’t realize they were carrying.

His grin falters when he sees Jamie, “He’s sleeping?” he asks, sounding half worried, half amused.

Colin spins the desk chair around, plopping on it and meeting Max’s eyes.

“So what’s going on? You just said he’s sick…”

“I’m uh, not really sure. He’s not feeling well, clearly, and he went to the bathroom for a while, but he said he’s not throwing up, so I don’t know.”

Colin nods, expression softening further as he properly looks at Jamie, whose nose scrunches as he starts to blink awake.

“Hey dude,” Colin starts gently, seeing Jamie’s eyes snap over to him, widening slightly, “What’s going on?”

Max gently excuses themself, and joins Charlie in the kitchen, hoping Colin can get more out of Jamie than they could.

“Are you going to actually tell me what’s wrong, or am I guessing?” Colin asks in amusement, laying down and pulling Jamie towards him.

“Don’t feel good.”

“Yeah, I got that part,” he looks down at Jamie, and frowns as a liquidly gurgle sounds through the room, “Your stomach’s bothering you?”

Jamie nods into his chest, and he continues, “You’re not throwing up?”

He shakes his head, then sighs.

“C’mon Jamie, what’s wrong? Admitting it is the first step my dude.”

He lets out a slightly hysterical giggle, and finally admits, “I’m not going to throw up. Uhh, we had a staff party today, and something must have been bad, that’s why Sam started sending people home. So I really don’t feel very good, but I’m definitely not throwing up. It’s uhh…  lower…” he finishes, covering his face with his hand and cringing, face blooming with pink.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” chides Colin gently, “It’s okay, happens to everyone.”

A groan builds in Jamie’s throat and Colin just tugs him closer. Close enough that he can feel the burbles moving through Jamie’s belly.

Jamie closes his eyes against another ripple that tears through his intestines, and he squirms, before caving to the discomfort.

He peels himself away from Colin, mumbles “I need to go to the bathroom,” and stands unsteadily.

“Okay,” Colin says easily, standing up first and looking around. He hands Jamie his phone, “Take this, and text me if you need anything, okay?”

Jamie nods, wincing when another cramp ripples through his belly. Colin watches as he makes a slow trek to the washroom, clearly uncomfortable.

As he watches the door close behind his friend, he calls “Hey, don’t lock the door, please. I won’t come in, obviously, but I don’t want you stuck in there if anything happens.”

He hears Jamie’s hum of agreement, and when he doesn't hear the lock engage, he turns back to Jamie’s room, and sets to work. He straightens the blankets, and finds a glass of water on the bedside table - That must have been Max, he thinks fondly.

He pokes his head into the living room, and finds Max and Charlie curled up on the couch, salad bowls abandoned on the table. He answers their questions about Jamie, pleased to be able to report that it’s food poisoning, and nothing more serious. He smiles, moving onto the kitchen, where he rummages under the sink until he triumphantly pulls out a hot water bottle.

He boils some water, fills the water bottle, and makes a mug of tea with the leftover water. As the tea’s steeping, he hears a small sound from down the hall, and then the bathroom door opens.

“Colin?” Jamie calls quietly, and Colin hurries over.

“Jamie? You okay?”

As he approaches the bathroom, he finds Jamie standing at the door, steadied by a hand on the door jamb.

“I mean, besides the obvious,” he continues more calmly. He notices how Jamie’s about 6 shades paler than normal, and his eyes are ringed with red from crying, and his heart clenches in sympathy.

“Come here,” he mutters, pulling Jamie towards him, and they half-hug, half-stumble back to his room. He flops pathetically onto the bed, and Colin pouts at him sadly.

“I’m sorry you feel so awful, Jamie. I’ll be right back, okay?” At his weak nod, Colin hurries back to the kitchen, grabbing the items he previously abandoned.

He offers Jamie the hot water bottle, and he immediately curls up around it, letting out a little happy sigh as the warmth seeps into his skin, chasing away some of the claminess he was feeling.

“Don’t get too comfortable yet, Jamie. Sit up for a minute, okay?”

Jamie groans, but still lifts himself up on shaking arms, until he’s sitting against the wall. Colin slides into the spot next to him, pressing their shoulders together, and passing Jamie the glass of water.

“Have a few sips, okay?” instructs Colin, but Jamie turns his head into Colin’s shoulder instead, a whine building in his throat.

”C’mon Jamie, you have to drink something. I’m sure you’re already dehydrated. Take a few sips of water, and then you can have some tea.”

Thankfully, Jamie doesn’t put up anymore arguments, carefully drinking some water, and then even more carefully, the tea. He hums in appreciation, the soothing chamomile flavours washing over his tongue and reminding him of nights curled up in his mami’s arms.

The discomfort is still there, bubbling low in his gut, but he thinks he might be able to get a few hours of sleep, with the warmth of the water bottle, and the exhaustion from the illness. Especially if Colin stays here, he thinks, curling into his warmth, Colin’s arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close. He lets his eyes drift closed.

[artemx746]

I think one of my favourite things to explore in a rachethabaster dynamic is the theme of how much your parents affect who you become.

Ethan who wants more than anything to be like his parents because he just doesn’t want to be himself. He wants to live up to an image he’s convinced himself he needs to have to be good enough.

Alabaster who doesn’t want to be like his father so he’s fully committed himself to try and be his mother's perfect, favourite son. He is her strongest and that is his biggest pride

Rachel who doesn't want to be like either of her parents and keeps worrying that she'll end up like them anyways. She knows both how straightforward and how winding the path of fate can be and she is praying it will turn out well for her

[awakefor48hours]

Do you hate Zutara?

I've mentioned this in another post but no. I don't hate Zutara because that's ridiculous, goofy in fact. I ship Azutara and Zukka, I've even been getting interested in Sokkla lately (fanartists are magical) so not only do I see the interest in Zutara, I actually like Zutara. It's not my favorite ship in the show (my favorite ship will always be azutara because I'm me) but I do like it. But even if I didn't, as mentioned in the original post, I refuse to get mad at Zutara because getting mad at fake teenager's love lives is sad.

Also as mentioned in the linked post, I'm only ever mad at the shippers because the shippers are real people who are much more willing to rewrite the show, characters, and plot narratives as a way to feel justified in their own ships and to make other people feel bad if they ship something else.

Ship what you want. I don't give a rat's ass if you ship Zutara, Kataang, Azulaang, Zukaang, or anything else. As long as you tag your posts correctly, I don't care. And if you don't tag your posts correctly, I'll just block your blog and move on.

There's nothing wrong with Zutara. They're a nice pairing with a lot going for them (opposites attract, enemies to lovers, red/blue, fire/water, parallels, star-crossed lovers, etc), I even have the #anti zutara tag blocked because anti Zutara takes are hot GARBAGE (I'm going to lose my mind if I see one more salty Kataang fan call Zutara a "Y/N x angsty bad boy" love story or call Zuko/Zutara "abusive").

But since I bring up the Zutara fandom a lot, I'll go over all my thoughts under the cut.

As you may or may not know, I'm an OG ATLA fan. Just so you understand how early I was to show, I started watching ATLA when it was on it's third episode. So I'm not new to the Zutara/Kataang shit war. As you also probably know, I loathe shit wars entirely (I literally call them "shit wars" because they're stupid). Shit wars are the most unproductive, foolish, and toxic byproducts to come out of fandoms.

Shit wars ignore the actual show, character, plot, and encourage a lot of harassment between fandom goers. They're awful and they always end with me having a bad association with both ships involved (ergo why I find both Kataang and Zutara shippers both to be annoying).

Ships are not in competition to each other, we're not betting on horses, we don't actually lose anything when our ships don't become canon, we are playing with dolls.

The reason why I'm far more pissed at Zutara fans is because ATLA fandom is still getting into shit wars and it's been 20 fucking years.

For 20 years, Zutara fans have stirred in their hatred and bitterness about the fact that two fake teenagers didn't kiss in a show about world wide colonization despite the fact that Bryke made it clear that they never once had the intention of making Zutara canon.

Not only that, there's (certain) Zutara fans that really hold onto this idea that in order to be a "true" Zutara fan, not only do you have to like Zutara, you have to hate Aang and Kataang which is fucking ridiculous. Liking another ship or character doesn't invalidate anything. (This one really gets under my skin a lot because I'm a multishipper and I get really mad when other people try to make rules about how to enjoy fandom).

Also, since it's been 20 years, everyone who saw the show when it first came is an adult now. Even if you were a newborn, you are an adult now. It doesn't matter how old or young you were when you saw the show for the first time, you are an adult and you have to get over it. You have to get over the fact that fake kids didn't kiss each other.

Just to make it clear, I'm not saying that you can't be upset or angry that a ship you like wasn't canon. As you also probably know, along with ATLA, I was a huge fan of Teen Titans (another show that came out over 20 years ago) and I would be lying if I said there's ships I'm kinda salty weren't canon. I'll admit that I'm salty about the fact that BBRae and CyBee weren't canon, they were some of my favorite ships in the show and still are to this day.

But I got over it.

Even as a child, I got over it.

This isn't to say that the Teen Titans fandom was completely free of drama. I still remember the RobRae and RobStar shit war. Yet despite being in a similar position to the Zutara and Kataang fans, the Robrae fans were tame about their ships. Yes, there was a lot of hostility but it was nowhere near the scale of the Zutara shipper and it's faded away a lot as time went on.

Although the Teen Titans fandom hasn't had a resurgence like ATLA, RobRae fans found things they like and haven't really said/done much to the RobStar or BBRae fans.

With that said, I do know that a property like Teen Titans will be a little different since there's other DC properties where RobStar (Dikkori) and RobRae (DamiRae) are both canon, leaving everyone happy but I still think that the overall point stands. It's possible to co-exist.

Back to ATLA. Let's even look at the Zukka and Sukka shippers. Zukka and Sukka are two popular ships that involve Sokka. Similar to Kataang and Zutara, one of the ships is completely fanon and the other is canon, yet there's practically no bad blood between these fans.

There's just mutual respect and even the occasional polyshipping. They found ways to co-exist with each other because co-existing is not hard. I don't know why the Kataang and Zutara fans can't just do the same thing.

I also just can't wrap my head around what some Zutara fans are yapping about.

Zutara fans complain about how the fandom is hostile about them or ignores Zutara yet Zutara is literally the most popular ship in the fandom, it was number 34 on AO3's top m/f ships (31 spaces above Kataang) and number 61 on most popular ship on tumblr (Kataang nowhere to be seen) in 2024, Dante Basco ships Zutara and has done voice lines recording of Zutara confessions, there's hundreds (if not, thousands) of canon divergent/fix-it fics where Zutara is canon, countless fanartists that love the ship and make beautiful art of them, and more I'm probably missing. Putting that together, even if Kataang and Zutara were actually in competition with each other, Zutara won and has continued to win in the way that matters. Y'all just need to take your W and move on.

To end off this post, I want to say it again, I'm not mad at all Zutara fans. I have moots who like Zutara, some of my favorite fandom accounts like Zutara, yet again I want to say that I like Zutara, and if you like Zutara, more power to you. You cannot deny how powerful Zuko and Katara's relationship is to not just each other but to the plot itself. All I've ever wanted is for people to just stop harassing others (and to stop saying things that are borderline racist about Aang) because two fake teenagers didn't kiss.

[naiad-r]

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chase the neon throne If I could only let go

Death pact, fulfilled.

[baker-chan-senpai]

Iris and family

[berry-bread-bakery]

Inconsistent doodles but mainly my blorbo bleebus ever rn (and figuring out how to draw him)

Also Starscream

[nuclearanomaly]

Spite Loves...

[allimili]

First Encounter with Mr. Gloom !

..After a long yet fast run escaping from Ms. Arachnid.

extra

[sterek-unhinged]

Hm. Derek’s involuntary dog behaviours when fully transformed:

Scratch a specific spot behind his ear and his back leg starts kicking involuntarily

The long, quiet, throat growl followed by a soft “… woof”

Zoomies. Especially in enclosed, indoor spaces.

He sneezes when he gets excited (if u own a dog u know exactly what I’m talking about)

He will lick ur legs once u get out of the shower. Human Derek has no explanation.

He is a big boy and therefore has lap dog syndrome (except it’s almost always on Stiles’s lap).

It’s only happened once, but if he sees Stiles for the first time in a while while fully shifted, he’ll start wagging his tail and whining as he commences the Big Sniffining.

Must eat grass.

That’s it that’s the post.

[necroticboop]

GARGOYLES : ↳ Types of Soulmates

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Sabo analysis time!!!!

Do you guys ever think about how Sabo didn't visit Dressrosa to see Luffy again? And him meeting up with Luffy was probably his very last option to secure the fruit, otherwise he would probably avoid it? Cuz i do…

Let me elaborate.

So here's what we know from the source material:

We know Sabo and the other revolutionaries were there since the early morning since Hack was already inside the coliseum for RevArmy snooping reasons.

The prize of the Tournament was revealed after the Revs were already there.

Sabo/Koala were not in contact with Robin to know if the straw hats were anywhere near Dressrosa as seen by Koala saying "I hear Robin-san’s here in this country, too."

Sabo confronted Luffy about getting the Mera-Mera No Mi only after Hack lost during Block B and Luffy got out of his own block.

I had always assumed that Sabo showed up to Dressrosa for the Mera-Mera No Mi and meeting Luffy, but that really isn't the case. Idk why it took me so long to figure that out, it’s literally shown in the Episode of Sabo (EOS) explicitly. Although, the EOS isn't exactly source material. I cant find anywhere stating whether its canon or not, but I cant find anything that would have it conflict with the original plot so i see no reason why it wouldn’t be. All that evidence from before is canon though so even without the EOS, this claim still holds water.

Speaking more of the evidence we have from of the episode of Sabo, we see him snooping around the Colosseum during the tournament, we see the moment he realizes that Luffy is participating in the event, and we see the moment he realizes that Luffy cant participate any further.

Like look at him here. He looks absolutely unprepared for what he knows he has to do. And after this in the scene right before he starts talking with Luffy, he’s like literally walking to him as slowly as he possibly can. Taking pauses in his stride to probably think about how much of a bad idea this is.

Plus, at the beginning of the episode when he’s visiting Ace’s grave, he says “I guess both you and Luffy are both mad at me.”

Sabo has had so many opportunities to meet up with Luffy before he actually does, both in Dressrosa and since he regains his memory. But he doesnt. Because he cant. Because he’s terrified of being met with scorn, anger, or even violence from his beloved little brother.

Finally, we see him plucking up the courage to walk over to luffy. All surroundings are silent besides the loud footsteps coming from his approach echoing in the hallway.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.

Then he stops.

Its dead quiet.

Sabo has been pretty much deadpan this entire time, but he then smiles before he says

“I wont let you have the Mera Mera No Mi, ‘Straw hat’ Luffy.”

This is a fairly serious thing that he’s saying to this man in a fake beard and outrageous helmet, and he’s terrified of this meeting with his brother, but he cant help but smile when he’s talking with him.

The conversation that continues is very confrontational, but suddenly something clicks in Luffy’s mind. His body relaxes from it’s tense posture, he starts to tear up, his speech slows,

Then he starts to scream with recognition.

That’s his big brother.

He’s alive…

He’s Alive!!!

He’s here! Right here! Right where he should be!

Alive. Living. Free!

Luffy GRABS Sabo’s face and propels himself towards him. Suffocating and probably giving his brother whiplash in that second within that assault-hug.

All of a sudden, Sabo’s fears of scorn, anger and violence all wash away.

Luffy loves him.

They have each other now.

And now, Sabo is on his way to get that god damn fruit.

Sabo absolutely didn’t think he was ready for this re-connection, but he’s so glad he went through with it.

He has his brother back, his other brother’s powers, and the bragging rights of being able to flaunt both.

This is what I'm sayin with the "seems like fire favors these brothers" post I made. The fact that both the mera mera no mi and Luffy and Sabo were all in the same place to come together at once is a crazy coincidence. How many coincidences does it take, for a happenstance to be Fate? Probably that amount.

In conclusion:

Get this man a therapist. Please.

Heres another sabo analysis if you wanna hear more

Thank you for reading my ramblings about a fictional man. I think about him a completely average amount.

[a-mint-bear]

Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

[slavhew]

jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere

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Another Story x Tumblr — Saeran edition

[thevoidstaredback]

Hey! So, it's been a while, but I finally remembered to come back to this! But, it's not gonna go the way you'd think.

If Danny had it his way, he'd be at his Aunt Alicia's house for the summer instead of New Jersey. This place is gloomy, grimy, and soaked through with so much crime that it's a Problem(TM). Like, seriously? New Jersey hasn't allowed the death penalty since he was seven, but can't they make, like, one exception? Get rid of The Joker and half of Gotham's problems are solved.

Unfortunately, he's only here as a guest, so he can't really do anything. Which, for the record, is a shit rule. Call a goose and goose, and that's exactly what Gotham City, New Jersey is.

It isn't all that bad, he supposes. Sure, the pollution blocks out the entire sky at all times, the buildings that aren't condemned are only feeding the rich while stealing from the poor, an entire twenty-four block are has been given up on by mostly everyone, the local vigilantes won't kill the recurring problems like the cockroaches they are- There was a good point to all this.

Oh! He has family here. That's it. That's the only silver lining, and it's bronze.

But, hey, it can't be that bad. From what he understands, his half-brother and company don't actually live in Gotham. Bristol, according to Talia is technically outside of Gotham City Limits, but is still considered as part of the city. Makes sense, aside from the fact that there's no bridge between Bristol and Gotham. Weird design, but he's not rich so he's not really inclined to care or understand.

Half brother, right.

Danny doesn't like Damian much, but that's because he's a clone...of Damian. Danny's a clone of Damian, not the other way around. Ra's makes that very clear

The only reason Talia wants him with Damian is because she's upset with Bruce Wayne. What is it with divorced parents and putting their kids on the middle of their fights? Or maybe that's just Talia?

Anyway.

Gotham, New Jersey is a dismal place. Danny's not germophobic by any means, he can't really afford to be, but even he's having a hard time being in the city.

It was so much easier hiding out with the Fentons.

Well, 'hiding' is a subjective term. Ra's and Talia knew where he was, so did Deathstroke, probably, but that was it.

Essentially, everyone he should be hiding from knows where he's been hiding, which means he's just been on some kind of twisted, extended vacation.

As far as Danny knew, Bruce Wayne had no idea he was coming. Damian knew because Talia had wanted him to pick Danny up from the airport. Weird because while Damian is technically older, Danny is still legally two years older.

Well, 'legally' is a stretch. He doesn't technically exist, outside of the LoA and Amity Park.

The point is that Damian is waiting for him at the end of the terminal, looking as much like an excited puppy as he can, with an older gentleman. Talia had given him nothing to work with, but Danny didn't really care who this guy was as long as he didn't try to make him do anything he didn't want to.

...living in the Midwest was doing wonders for his mental stability, but Ancients was it making him soft!

"'Danny', I presume?" the old man asked, his accent heavy.

Good, so Talia did give Damian his actual name. "Yep. You are?" He may not want to be here, but he still knows his manners. Even if he's only going to use the bare minimum of them. Malicious Compliance and all that.

"Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler." He didn't extend his hand to shake. Danny didn't mind. In fact, he actually preferred that.

Okay, so maybe he's a little bit haphephobic. Leave him alone!

"Danny," Damian greeted, a smile of excitement in his voice but not his face, "It's good to have you here. How did Mother convince you to come?"

"Bribery." Mostly.

Damian seemed to deflate a bit. "Father and the others don't know you're here."

"Do they even know about me at all?"

"No."

"Perfect! Then I can stay at a hotel-"

"For the entire summer?" Alfred raised his eyebrow, "I must insist that you stay at Wayne Manor while in Gotham. Master Bruce will most pleased to meet you."

"Why?" Danny scoffed, "I'm not his kid, nor do I want to be."

Damian slouched a little bit more. "Come, we must get back before the others send out a search party for us."

"Dramatic much?" Danny scoffed.

"Not at all," Alfred took both of Danny's bags before leading the way out to the car, "It' happened before in less time."

"I don't doubt it for a second. I'm calling Bruce a dramatic bitch."

Alfred smirked ever so slightly. "Quite right, Master Danny."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright then, what should I call you?"

"'Danny'. No honorifics, no add ons, no trying to fullname me, nothing else."

"And when you go out with the rest of the family?"

He scoffed again. "You really think they'd let me go out with them? I'm an assassin. In fact, the first thing I'll do the second I'm let out of the house is kill the clown bastard."

Damian rested his hand on Danny's arm. "They let me out with them and I tried to kill Drake. As long as you uphold a promise not to kill anyone, you'll be allowed to patrol with us."

They reached the car, Damian sat behind the driver while Danny sat behind the passenger. Alfred put the bags in the trunk. "So? What will you be called on patrol?"

Danny rolled his eyes, popping his headphones in and not looking away from the window. "Respawn."

Masterpost Part 2

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Arctic Monkeys on Absolute Radio, 2011 ☆