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qqueenofhades · 3 months

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What do you think of the movement to vote "uncommitted" in the primary? Personally I think it's a good idea as a protest vote, while not "allowing Trump to win" since it's, ya know, the primary. You're voting for "the Democrat you want to be the candidate for president" not who you actually want to be president. Most of the arguments I've seen against it seem to forget primaries exist...

Well, since you came to me and presumably do want my honest opinion on this topic, I'll share it with you. However, this will also be very blunt and candid, including some things which I haven't yet said in the 4+ months since the whole Israel/Hamas situation kicked off, and therefore also frustrated. This frustration should not be read as/taken as being directed at you personally, but since you're the conduit for this question, that's just something I want to highlight.

So. Why should you vote for Biden in the primary, and not "uncommitted" or whatever else?

First of all, what I desperately want to ask all these self-righteous VOTE UNCOMMITTED IN THE PRIMARY TO SEND BIDEN A MESSAGE types is: what exactly the fuck do you want this message to be, and what action do you expect Biden will take as a result? Is this actually based on an expectation of what he can/and or will actually do, or is it just a froth of misguided Online Leftist "rah rah this Bad Thing Happening Is All Biden's Fault," as we also notably went through when Roe was overturned by the Trump-stacked SCOTUS selected precisely for the purpose of overturning Roe? My god, the amount of bad "THIS IS BIDEN/THE DEMOCRATS' FAULT" posts that appeared, and are still circulating on the particularly idiotic corners of this site. Nothing could ever be Trump/the Republicans' fault in that case; it was the same old same old "DEMOCRATS DON'T CARE ENOUGH TO STOP THIS!!!" puerile fantasy. That's what we are getting now with Israel/Hamas. This isn't Hamas's fault for attacking Israel on October 7 (god forbid; the online left loves Hamas) and it isn't even the state of Israel and Netanyahu's fault for responding with full-scale genocide on Gaza. Or it is, somehow, but not so much that Biden personally couldn't magically reach in and stop it "if he really wanted to." I'm sick and fucking tired of this bullshit sixth-grade bad-faith disingenuous approach to playing Super Moral Social Justice Yahtzee and refusing to acknowledge the thousands of complex factors at play, especially when it involves blaming literally anyone other than Biden, personally (just like the Trump cultists, for whom "IT'S BIDEN'Z FAULT" is the beginning and end of their political theory, just like the Online Leftists). I'm sure this will get me called a genocide apologist by the Very Smart Moral Twitter Thinker types, but I don't think "Biden has failed to magically single-handedly solve this crisis, which stems from one of the most major and long-running issues in post-WWII and indeed pre-WWII world history, in four months" is actually a good reason to vote against him.

Likewise: withholding your vote might make more sense as a strategy if Biden was still only blindly supporting Israel and refusing to do anything to pressure them, which is demonstrably untrue. I know it's hard for some of these people to actually read the news and/or anything outside their ultra-curated Twitter feed, but it's been well-reported and well-documented that he is. If the US was directly involved in the bombing campaign on Gaza, sure, tell Biden that you will vote uncommitted to increase pressure on him to pull out. None of that is actually true, and the "information" about Biden's action in re: Gaza on both Twitter and Tumblr is basically just entirely malicious lies. So again: what message are you sending when you decide to be all precious and announce you're not voting for him? You don't want him to pressure Israel? You're willing to blow this up entirely and increase the media nonsense about BIDEN WEAK DEMOCRATS DIVIDED and give Trump an opening to exploit? You really want to announce to the Trump/Putin/Netanyahu axis of evil that their anti-Biden propaganda is working (since all three of them are working as hard as they fucking can to get Biden out of office, and as someone who opposes all three of them, I think this is a good idea to vote for Biden!) and they need to hammer harder on this wedge issue? Because that's all your oh-so-moral Uncommitted vote is doing. It's not a protest. It's not leverage. It is the withdrawing of leverage. If you want Biden in office so he can be pressured to listen to you and take action that you agree with, you will vote for him. Yes, in the primary. Yes, when it's not directly against Trump.

You want a ceasefire, you say? GREAT! WE ALL WANT A CEASEFIRE AND/OR ACTUAL PEACE AND RECOGNITION OF A PALESTINIAN STATE! That's in fact why you should be busting your fucking ass to make sure Biden gets re-elected, and to give him a strong show of support in the primary. Biden is the only candidate with a credible long-term (and like, baseline functional sane adult) plan for Gaza. Biden is the one who has been pressuring Netanyahu in every single contact to tone it down and stop acting like an insane murderous maniac and therefore torching any remains of sympathy for the attack Israel suffered in October. Biden is the one who has his entire diplomatic team working on high-level contacts with the Israeli government and the Hamas representatives via Qatar, while sufficiently threatening Iran to back down from frothing at the mouth to destroy Israel (once again, just like the rest of the antisemitic western left). Biden is the one who is pushing for this not to be World War III, and yet we get Baby's First Social Justice Activist screaming at him for being GENOCIDE JOE and blaming him personally for not, as I keep putting it, shapeshifting into Netanyahu's body and making this stop. "He should publicly call for a ceasefire!" Or, and this is just a suggestion, he should DO HIS FUCKING JOB and continue to work on serious problems that don't have instant socially media marketable catchphrases and won't come with instant gratification. Also, please tell me how you plan to get both Hamas and Israel to accept the same terms for a ceasefire, abide by it, and do exactly what Big Daddy Biden told them, because you, the dedicated anti-western anti-imperialist, think that's the best course of action?

Like. I mean. As vice president and now as president, Biden is actually one of the least foreign-intervention-happy leaders the US has ever had. He was originally against the Abbottabad raid to take out Osama bin Laden in 2011; he wound down the overseas drone assassination program (at which the Online Leftists screamed bloody murder at Obama, ignored in Trump, and then refused to give Biden any credit for ending) to almost nothing, he pulled the US out of Afghanistan, and even though he's been supporting Ukraine in its fight against Russia, he's also been extremely slow and cautious (in my opinion, too slow and cautious) at giving them all the military hardware they need, even before this latest blockade of aid in the House by Putin's favorite little bitch Mike Johnson. He has already presided over a historic shift in US policy toward Israel, in terms of conditioning the use of lethal aid, imposing reporting requirements, starting to criticize them publicly, and calling for the recognition of a Palestinian state and more humanitarian aid to get into Gaza. Yet in the Online Leftists' mind, because he is not personally out there Captain America-ing away the Israeli bombs and/or calling for Israel to be totally destroyed "from the river to the sea" as the Tumblr activists are fond of using no matter how often Jews ask them to stop, there is nothing he's actually doing! GENOCIDE JOE!!!!! Like, I thought the anti-western anti-American crowd thought all overseas American influence was evil (but all overseas Russian and/or Chinese influence is fine). When Biden actually doesn't recklessly intervene in foreign conflicts like Kennedy/Johnson/Nixon/Reagan/Bush 1/Bush 2/pretty much every American president in the latter half of the twentieth century, you'd think that would get him plaudits? NAH.

"Biden should stop selling Israel weapons without Congressional approval!" Okay, sure, he should. Which he did one time, and he also repeatedly promised to veto and/or not pass any only-Israel aid package that didn't also help Ukraine and Taiwan. He's also not beholden to the frothing antisemitic Online Leftists position that Israel should just lie down and let all of its citizens be killed and its state wiped from existence. Like. We also remember that Jewish voters exist in America, right? And that Jewish lives are something which are repeatedly and demonstrably under threat in the rest of the world, including from Hamas and the Houthis (who are genuinely terrible people and the western left's warm embrace of them as principled anti-Israel actors is all we need to know about their inherent brainrot and moral vacancy). We know that maybe going full masks-off antisemite (which Biden isn't going to do anyway, for any number of reasons) isn't the greatest plan and nothing to which you should be conditioning your vote? Likewise, please tell me how you plan to make Congress (especially the GOP-led clown car House) "do what Biden wants," since you're still beholden to that being the be-all-and-end-all of moral action? Or how you account for Congress at all, and not just think The President is An Almighty King?

Aside from all this, I am sick to my fucking back teeth of the Precious Moral Princesses (gender neutral) who have spent four years lying about everything Biden has done. We had the personally blaming him for Roe ending (he could unilaterally overturn SCOTUS if he really wanted!) We had the endless bashing about student debt, only to ignore him actually making the most major effort to forgive student debt in all the post-Reagan years. We have had a complete ignoring and/or distortion of his domestic policy accomplishments, which are some of the most momentous since FDR and LBJ. We have had an utter ignoring, revision, and downplaying of the damage Trump did in one term and how very much worse his second would be. We have had to endure "WELL YOU CAN'T ASK ME TO VOTE FOR BIDEN" at every single second for every single thing, because this is such a terrible onerous thing to ask them to lift one single fucking finger to give us some more time to come up with a better solution. And yet, as astutely pointed out by one of my anons yesterday, they utterly don't care whether the obvious outcome of this action is to help Trump get back into power. Apparently that's not a moral reach too far, but straining their delicate tender moral sensibilities to fucking do the goddamn bare minimum to help us out -- both in America and around the world -- no, no. We can't have that.

Like. These people allegedly want a ceasefire, and they want it to come about by asking literally nothing more of them then posting snide anti-Biden diatribes on social media. That's the extent of the effort they're willing to put in. They can't even trouble themselves to take the first step of voting for people who want to address this crisis in a constructive way. So yeah, I have a hard time believing this is anything deeply felt in regard to opposing genocide, and just wants what makes them look morally superior. Also: I don't care if your feelings are genuinely pure and strong and you obviously oppose what's happening in Gaza (we all do!) and want it to end. In that case, why the fuck aren't you throwing your support (yes! Even in the primary!) behind the one guy who's actually working to fix it and not just posting empty platitudes on Twitter? It likewise does not excuse you from the harmful consequences of your rhetoric and actions, if you decide that the best way to act on your deep-seated and genuine desire to stop the genocide is just to blindly bash Biden all day every day. Not voting for Biden in the primary does not excuse the fact that this election is against Trump and everything horrible that he represents, and that we are in this situation largely because the online left has learned literally fucking nothing from 2016 and is eager to do it all over again. Not voting for Biden in the primary does not give you a special Gold Star Moral Activist sticker announcing that you were too virtuous to engage in the process now, but if you're sufficiently placated, you maybe will do it in November. Miss me with that bullshit. I've spent eight years pleading with people to help us fix this mess, by -- yes! engaging with the flawed process that makes partial changes!!! -- and all I hear is that same fucking nonsense. That is a large part of why this response is so steamed.

Anyway. In short, I don't think voting "uncommitted" is a good idea, I think it only helps Trump in the short and long term, I think it protests nothing, I think it represents the same old tired anti-voting schlock that I have had more than fucking enough of, and I don't endorse it by any means. However, you will see that while I can strongly and unequivocally give you my opinion that it is a bad idea, I cannot actually reach through the screen, take control of your body, and force you to obey me one way or the other. So maybe, just maybe, Biden can't do the same with Netanyahu. Weird.

#everentropy #ask #politics for ts #vote and get off my lawn #israel hamas war

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winterlynightlystories · 8 months

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Still worth fighting for? Part 1

Tw; mention of murder, Geto’s racism, future poly relationship angst.

Please do not copy/steal my work

Geto Suguru/Male Reader and past Satosugu

Future Geto Suguru/Male Reader/ Gojo Satoru

Summary; As you are remembering how you and Suguru ended up together, his ex-boyfriend shows up at your place. The presence of Satoru doesn't seem to be appreciated by anyone in your little familly. Yet, there isn't other choice, since Satoru is there for a mission. But his presence awake old memories… old feelings.

Note; not proofread! And yes… I'm starting yet again a new series, but I couldn't resist writing about this dynamic and how the story would have gone if Suguru hadn't become a cult leader/Curse User. But don't worry, I am not forgetting the rest of my stories!

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You woke up with sweet kisses all over your face. You chuckled, feeling Suguru’s long hair tickling your bare chest and neck. Slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of your tired boyfriend. Dark circles under his eyes and skin sickly pale, you could see the effect of the sleepless nights Suguru went through. You gently passed a hand in his hair, pulling him closer so you could kiss him.

- “Good morning gorgeous.” you said, feeling Suguru melting in your arms and smiling against your lips.

- “I don't think I look that gorgeous right now.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

- “Nonsense, you'll always be the sexiest man in my eyes.”

He laughed, pushing you away as you kissed his neck, putting your hands under his white shirt. Suguru’s skin was warm… too warm.

- “How are you feeling? I'm sorry I've been neglecting you and the girls. You shouldn't be the only one taking care of them. You'll end up as sick.”

- “It's okay, I'm fine. The girls haven't gotten back their voices, but their fever is almost gone. They finally fell asleep.” Suguru replied, laying down next to you, resting his head on your chest. “You have been busy with work, I can't hold it against you.”

- “Still, you need to rest as well. I'll call sick so you can enjoy a good hot shower and some sleep.”

- “No, you don't have…”

- “It wasn't a proposition, I'm going to do it.”

Suguru sighed, yet you still could feel his tired smile against your skin. You kissed his forehead, hating how sweaty and warm it was. Nanako and Mimiko had caught a terrible flu at school. The poor things were coughing so harshly that they were throwing up and losing their voices. The fever went so high one day that Suguru had to take them to the hospital. You remembered the fear and panic you felt when Suguru called you. His voice filled with worries had broken your heart. Thankfully, you were able to leave and join him.

Playing with Suguru’s hair, you remembered how all of this started. It was at school when you both were only seventeen. It was soon after the death of that poor girl, Riko. How her terrible faith had broken Suguru and, besides you, no one seemed to notice it. Not even Suguru’s then-boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.

Suguru and you grew closer as you became his only support, keeping his head out of the water as much as you could. You often went on the same mission, because you asked for it, feeling like Suguru could break anytime. It was during one of your missions that you saved the girls. You still could remember how Suguru almost snapped. The coldness in his eyes, the murderous aura around him. It had taken everything for you to calm him down. You basically kidnapped Nanako and Mimiko, but in the end were able to keep them.

Well, Suguru did, while you lost everything. You took all the blame, trying to protect him.

It was always obvious that you loved Suguru. You were often mocked by Gojo and teased about how Suguru was his. How, even with his six eyes, did Satoru never realize you also liked him? That was a mystery that would never be solved.

So it was a surprise when Suguru abandoned the school, and everything before he left Gojo to follow you. It wasn't long until you found a place to call home far from Tokyo, almost on the other side of the country… then you started a romantic relationship.

Suguru stayed mostly at home, taking care of the girls and teaching them everything about their world. About becoming Sorcerers. You noticed how your man had a bad tendency to call Non-Sorcerers ‘monkeys’, but in the end, you understood him.

So while Suguru took care of the twins, you went to school and became a police officer, but quickly was promoted to detective. It was a job that cost you a lot of time. Being called days and nights, sometimes not even coming home for a day or two.

Just like now.

You were on the strangest case you ever saw. An ungodly amount of blood had been found in a back alley, enough to assume the victim had died from blood loss. Yet, there was a report of sighting. But the witnesses all said the same; the man wasn't acting normally and he had a new large scar and stitches all around his head.

It didn't make sense.

So, when corpses began the pile-up you contacted the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, knowing damn well you were dealing with Curses. Something had taken control of a dead body and you preferred letting them deal with that weirdness.

You were supposed to meet with the Sorcerer affiliated to the case today, but seeing how Suguru and the girls were, you preferred calling sick. You'll meet later at night or tomorrow, it wasn't urgent after all.

A knocking at the bedroom door had both you and Suguru sighing. You kissed him on the forehead before slowly getting up.

- “Go take a shower and then rest. I'll take care of the girls.” you said as Suguru closed his eyes and nodded.

You found Nanako standing behind the door, her eyes red and puffy. Her hair was soaked with sweat and she was slightly shaking. Without a word, you scooped her up with an arm, putting your other hand on her forehead.

She was burning.

- “Okay. Let's do another round of pills and syrups, okay? I'm going to take care of you, Suguru is resting.”

She said nothing, after all, she still couldn't talk. Instead, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and rested her head against your neck. You almost flinched, feeling just how burning her skin was. You cursed mentally, thinking about taking her immediately to the urgences. But you couldn't leave Suguru and her sister behind. You would wait and if really the fever wasn't going down, then…

You carried Nanako back into her bed, grabbing the medicine on your way. You gave it to her after helping her to bed. You didn't leave the room until she was fast asleep and made sure her sister was alright too.

You hated seeing the Twins so sick, but there was nothing you could do but wait until it passed. It was, after all, the first time they were so bad. Normally they would have the flu for a few days then it would go away.

You sighed as you got out of Nanako and Mimiko’s bedroom. You hoped that Suguru wouldn't get as sick as them.

You could hear the shower which made you smile, wanting nothing else than to join your boyfriend under it and take care of him. But, you had a few calls to make. A single look at the clock told you all you needed; your boss wasn't going to be at the police station before at least one more hour. So you called your partner.

- “Oi, mate! Why are you calling so early?” the voice of your old partner and friend asked, as he chewed on something. “Is everything alright?”

- “No. Haru, I'm afraid the girls aren't doing better and Suguru definitely caught the same thing. He's already having a light fever.” You sighed, putting the kettle on the oven. “I won't be able to make it to the post today. Can you pass the word to the captain?”

- “Of course! I hope you don't need to go to the hospital again?”

- “I don't know. Nanako was burning hot and passed out after I gave her her medicine. If her fever doesn't drop I won't have the choice.”

- “Shit! Keep me informed. I’ll ask Inko to drop you some soup. My wife’s cooking is the best when sick! You'll see, your girls are going to be better in no time.”

- “Thanks. Can I ask you to take care of our Sorcerer friend? Just give him the big lines, I'll meet with them tonight or tomorrow to give him the rest of the case.”

- “Yes, yes! I will. Do you know who they are going to send?”

- “Nan. Probably a first or second grade, this isn't something big enough to require one of their best elements. Probably some trashy Curse trapped inside a corpse or something like that.”

Haru was one of the rare persons around you who had Cursed Energy and could see curses. But the poor fellow was mediocre at best when it came to any kind of fighting style and he knew it. So he never even tried to become a sorcerer. Instead, he married his wife when they were freshly out of school. They both knew your and Suguru’s history and had always been a comforting presence in your lives ever since. They always loved to keep the girls from time to time, giving you and Suguru some alone time.

So you felt relieved knowing Inko would be coming around during the day. She would be such a great help to take care of your sick family.

After hanging up, you poured yourself a hot cup of tea before sitting at the table, trying to relax your nerves. In the silence of the apartment, you heard Suguru turning off the shower. Your boyfriend was probably drying himself before going to bed. You want nothing more than to go back to bed and cuddle him, but it is your turn to stay up and take care of the house.

So you did. You washed the dishes and cleaned the living room, grabbing the girls’ stuff they had left around. Mostly school things. You found Nanako’s pull under the sofa, somehow and Mimiko’s socks under the TV. You sighed, throwing them in the washing machine before starting the laundry.

You took the time to make sure the girls were fine. You found them sharing the same bed, unable to tell which limb belonged to whom. You smiled, touching their forehead. They weren't as warm as earlier. You pulled a thin blanket on them before leaving their room.

You found Geto sleeping curled up in the mess of the blanket and discarded clothes. He had a pale grey shirt and his boxer, but nothing else. His shirt was slightly pulled up, revealing his flat stomach and ribs. He had, again, lost some weight.

You heard your phone ringing, but you ignored it, deciding to lie down behind Suguru. You gently wrapped an arm around him, pressing your body against him. You felt his body relax as if he recognized your presence even in his sleep. You closed your eyes, nose buried deep in his damp hair.

You needed to call work and take a longer leave, at least until your little family was back on its feet. And you needed to take Suguru on a date and spoil him after he did so much. Maybe you needed to think about leaving your job for a less demanding one. Suguru and the girls needed you too after all and you hated missing on special occasions.

Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

You woke up feeling Suguru moving, grunting you tried to keep him in bed with you.

- “Someone is knocking at the door.” he said with a tired voice and you sighed.

- “Stay in bed, it might be Inko. She is supposed to come give us a hand and some soup. Maybe she forgot her key.”

You got up, leaving Suguru in bed.

But as you approached the door, you knew it wasn't your friend. The shadow at the window was way to tall and that hair… You stopped in your tracks, refusing to believe it. But the figure knocked again and you had no choice but to open the door.

And there he stood.

Gojo fucking Satoru.

Somehow the man got taller, but he was still the same. Instead of his round sunglasses, a black blindfold covered his Six Eyes. A smudge grin painted his lips. He chuckled, seeing your shocked expression.

- “What? You haven't gotten a call from your partner?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

- “No, I didn't pick up. I was focused on tacking care of my sick family. Anyway, what are you doing here?”

- “Ouch. No ‘Happy to see you!’ or ‘It's been so long, but you still look good Satoru!’?”

- “Yes, yes, but it's not what I mean. Why are they sending you for something so banal? Anyway, come in. Tea?”

You got out of the way, letting the man enter. You closed the door behind him and, as you went to the kitchen, saw him freeze at the entrance of the living room. Gojo must have seen the picture of your family.

You poured two cups of tea before joining Gojo. You found him sitting in the sofa and staring at the wall where you had hung many pictures of you, Suguru and the girls. You couldn't tell which one Satoru was staring at. The one from last year at the beach? Maybe the one of you kissing Suguru outside as the snow fell around. Or the one where your boyfriend sat at the table, helping the girls with their homework? Either way, you could see how tight Gojo's jaw was closed. You almost feared his teeth would crack under the pressure.

- “Here. So, why you?” you asked, giving him the tea before sitting in the armchair facing him.

- “Because it's not the first time a situation like this one happened. We think it might be a Curse User.” He said, not even moving his head. You could tell he wanted to ask question, but didn't press him.

- “Really? I haven't heard of anything similar around here.”

- “Not here, in Tokyo.”

- “Ah…. Yes, we don't really look at the news from there.” you mumbled, sipping at your own tea.

The silence was loud and heavy.

You two were supposed to be talking about the case, but you just couldn't talk. You had this mass in your throat making it difficult to swallow your tea or even your saliva. A part of you had, ironically, missed Satoru. Even if the man had been a dick all the time you were at school, you still had good memories. Because he still gave you a hand when you needed it.

And you stole his boyfriend.

Which was making you the bigger asshole in the room.

- “What the fuck is he doing here?” Asked Suguru, making you jump and drop your tea on you. Suguru came to you, hearing you curse. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

- “It's okay, don't worry.” You replied, letting Suguru take your empty cup. “Satoru is here for the case. Apparently, it's not the first time it has happened.”

- “And you believe him?” He asked, grabbing your phone as he sat on your lap. He had put on your pair of jogging.

- “Su’ what are you doing?”

- “Making sure he isn't lying”

You sighed, wrapping one arm around Suguru's waist while caressing his knee with the other. You gave an apologetic look at Satoru, mouthing a ‘Sorry, he is sick.’ while Suguru talked to whoever was on the other side. Poor Gojo was so tense he seemed frozen in place and you felt bad for him. The man didn't ask to be here, didn't ask to witness you loving on his ex. You knew that Gojo definitely still had feelings for Suguru. How could he not? Everyone knew just how in love they used to be.

You sighed, watching Suguru throw your phone on his own lap, grinding his teeth.

- “True?”

- “Yeah. They did send him.” he sighed, giving Satoru the side eye.

- “I’m sorry. Want me to go…” you tried to talk, but Suguru signalled you to shut up.

- “No. It's okay, but I’m staying with you.”

- “Babe, I need my suitcase.” you pointed out, but without a word, Suguru got up and left.

You sighed and passed a hand on your face, knowing damn well this was going to be one hell of a case.

- “I see he is still angry at me.” Satoru said, voice so low you almost didn't hear it.

- “Honestly I don't know. I don't even know what happened between you two. Suguru doesn't like talking about it, so we don't.” you replied, looking at him.

- “We fought… about you.” Gojo admitted, looking away.

- “About me?”

- “Yeah. About how I acted toward you, especially after your expulsion. Suguru left me, pointing out how you were the only one who had noticed how he was truly feeling after… after Riko. Well, that and more.”

You were silent, not knowing what to say. They had broken up, over you? Suguru had defended you, even before you were an item?

You felt your heart swollen with love for Suguru. He was such a strong and kind soul. You loved him even more, if that was possible.

You smiled, almost stupidly, as Suguru came back into the living room, throwing your suitcase at Satoru before sitting back on your lap.

- “Come on. Quite at talking about that day, why don't you repeat what you told me?” Suguru asked, his voice filled with so much venom you almost didn't recognize it. “Are you doing it or should I?”

- “I…”

- “You told me, and I quote “Well, if he is such a great and good man, why don't you leave me for him? Clearly, he would be a way better boyfriend than me!” that's what you told me, right? And yes, he is a way better boyfriend than you ever were.”

You gasped, looking back and forth between the two men. Gods, you really were behind their break up!

You wrapped your arm tightly around Suguru, pulling him closer to you. You took his hand in yours, kissing his fingers. You hated seeing him like that. Angry, hurt and uncomfortable in your own house. You wanted to leave and go somewhere else, so Suguru wouldn't have to face Satoru, but it was clear your boyfriend wasn't going to leave the two of you alone.

This situation was more than awkward and uncomfortable.

The silence that followed Suguru's statement was heavy. Terribly heavy. But, surprisingly, it was Satoru who broke it.

- “I'm sorry. I was cruel and neither of you deserved it. Especially you, Suguru. And I'm not looking for forgiveness, because I know I don't deserve it. I don't want revenge either, I'm just happy you got to build a family and be happy.” He sighed, looking away. “But we have a job to do and a Curse User to catch.”

Against you, you felt Suguru slowly relax. Had he been afraid that Satoru came to try and conquer him again? Or hurt you? You kissed Suguru’s fingers again and he gave you a weak smile. The dark circles under his eyes seemed worse, but his eyes had found back their softness. You mouthed an “I love you” while Satoru was opening your suitcase and pulled out all the documents and photos you had about the case.

You also relax, thinking that maybe working with Satoru wasn't going to be so hard finally.

No.

The hard part was going to try and forget how your heart still missed a beat when you felt his eyes looking at you. Or how Suguru refused to meet Gojo’s gaze.

Yes.

The hard part would be to act as if there were no more feelings when, obviously, they were still there. Intact and waiting.

#geto suguru #x male reader #male reader #fanfic #jjk #geto x y/n #jjk geto #polyamory #geto suguru x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #satosugu #jjk x male reader #gojo satoru

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ox1-lovesick · 7 months

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✶ ─── TXT REACTION TO YOU FORGETTING THEIR PET'S BIRTHDAY

pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff and crack warnings. profanity (?) wc. 100-200 each

synopsis. you forget tubatu's pet's birthday, and they aren't very happy about that 😟

a/n. here she is, from the 15th of October 2022 😭 literal nonsense ahead I wrote this at 4 am on a school night. may odi rest in peace 😞❤️

✧ YEONJUN

yeonjun unfortunately has no pets so we're going to pretend like you forgot his nephew's birthday okay 💀

memory was never your strong suit, and you've only met his nephew a few times so he couldn't really blame you after all but he's still heartbroken 😞

it strikes a nerve because as his partner, yeonjun expects you to make his family a priority as he does yours

his nephew adores you, whenever he's on the phone with his cousin he always yanks the phone away and asks to speak to you or asks about you if you're not there

and when you are there he'll chat away with you for hours at a time, telling you about the new dinosaur figurine he got or whatever shenanigans his favourite hey tayo character is up to

so when you go about your day acting like his nephews birthday party was not later that night his heart just 💔

"anything special you were supposed to do today? 🤨 y'know maybe you had somewhere to go or someone to see, maybe something special is happening 🤨"

was he upset with you ? if so why ?? should you go talk to him ??? will that make things worse ????

has you googling HIS birthday every 5 seconds to make sure you didn't forget it

bro's so butthurt 😭

does a little fashion show for you to help him choose an outfit for later

takes your mind off the whole thing for a while because you're just having fun styling him

you decide on an outfit you both like and get all his accessories in order and he's like "cool, what are you wearing to match?"

huh 🧍

"today's my nephew's birthday silly don't tell me you forgot 🤨🤨" and he absolutely knows you forgot he just wants to be spiteful

he feels a bit guilty after seeing the way you panic, but in back of his head... deserved

you feel really sad because you know how much his nephew loves you 🙁 it just completely slipped your mind somehow

so he decides to put his pettiness aside and tell you to get changed quickly so you can both be there on time and hopefully make a pitstop on the way to get a present

and happy nephew = happy junnie. and happy junnie = happy you, so happily ever after

and although you arrive a little late—his nephew is beyond ecstatic to see you and yeonjun, maybe

✧ SOOBIN

firstly, how DARE you forget the 4th gen it pet's birthday???

secondly, soobin is so so petty about it

even more than yeonjun probably

yes he knows odi is an animal and probably doesn't give a shit whether you're there or not, but you know who is a human with feelings and does give very many shits? soobin.

after you've both decided to raise him as your own? after all the family photoshoots? after soobin odi wrote that card for you on parents day telling you how happy he was to have you? how could you forget your own son's birthday??

he's livid

talks about odi the entire day, shows you a gazillion pictures of him doing random things and constantly redirects any conversation you have to back odi

"there's a fire in the kitchen" "okay, but didn't odi look so cute today?"

if you don't catch on after a while he'll be even more upset 😭

cue the silent treatment

you have to remember on your own, it's not special anymore if he tells you

locks himself in his room to celebrate with odi while complaining very loudly

"why am I the only one here? well odi, I'm the only who cares enough to remember your birthday"

every few minutes he randomly laughs at the top of his lungs as if odi told him the most stomach grabbing, knee slapping, air gasping joke in existence

gets sick of it eventually and just tells you to join him because as much as he loves odi he can't keep pretending to have conversations with him 😭

you make odi a paper mache birthday hat as an apology and all is forgiven

✧ BEOMGYU

poor gyu had a vision of how this day would go

he was ecstatic when you told him you too the day off on toto's birthday a weak prior

the two of you would head to daegu on a bus and share earphones and listen to the playlist he made and you and his family would celebrate toto's birthday together and the day would be full of rainbows of and glitter

why are you not sticking to the script and taking on a shift for your co-worker instead of celebrating your son's birthday

you will be receiving an earful from both him and toto

teaches toto how to swear so he can yell at you too

it's already a crime you didn't get him any gifts ontop of it you just forgot it was his birthday as a whole? the audacity

will take you to court to file for a divorce and claim full custody of toto

jokes aside i feel like of them all he'd be the most upset about this

it's not just about you forgetting toto's birthday, it's about you promising you'd be there just to forget and bail last minute

it wouldn't hurt him too much but he's still sad your forgot because toto means so much to him

i feel like at first he'd get in his head about it, wondering if maybe you did remember but just don't care or didn't want to go with him in the first place

which will make him more upset 😭

will definitely complain to toto

eventually he'll realise it's silly to make those assumptions and calm down but don't expect him to forgive you

silent treatment pt 2

you're so confused about why he refuses to talk to you until his mom sends you the pictures they took that day with toto

you are screwed ❤️

you will NEVER live this down

buy him iu albums for his lp player and he's all over you again, but he won't forget to mention it every birthday toto has in the future

✧ TAEHYUN

he doesn't want to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad but at the same he wants to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad

being a sadist and an opportunist is a dangerous combo

he is a bit sad you forgot hobak's birthday but we live, we love, we lie 🤥

probably one of those pet owners who go out of their way to throw their pet a birthday party and bake them a cake and everything

he understands it probably just slipped your mind and it isn't that deep to him, he just wants to tease you because it's funny

so he's making a cake out of fish heads for hobak as you watch in horror

goes on about how fish bones are actually really good for your digestive system and you're just nodding along trying to figure out how you're going to order other food without him noticing

"...what are you making babe?" "dinner"

expects you to realise what's actually happening when he starts grinding cat treats for a crumble but at that point you're just too scared to question what's happening

and it is hilarious to him 😭

tries to feed you some every now and then and puts all his child actor skills into not laughing

"but you're my taste tester babe how else will I know of everyone else will like it?" 😞😞

you can feel your heart in your ass when he says that because no way he's planning to feed his monstrosity to other people too???

he drags you along to his parents' house and you don't even want to look at the food table because he's convinced you everyone will be enjoying a pedigree tiramisu

you wonder if it's too late to break up with him and save yourself

thankfully his sister informs you that taehyun is pulling your leg and the cake is for hobak

you don't even care anymore you're just glad to not be eating cat food for dinner

✧ HEUNINGKAI

honestly forgot his rock's birthday himself

both of you are just blissfully unaware it's been a year since Huening Lionel Mbappe has graced you with its presence

he collects dust on Kai's windowsill as you both go about your day 😭

it's like one of those toys you're fascinated with for a day and then it rots and decomposes in your cupboard for the rest of eternity

the both of you wake up with this feeling of impending doom thinking that you forgot something really important, but can't put your finger on it

so to try and figure it out you both do everything you've been putting off for a while

it's the most productive either of you have been in years

assignments? submitted. lyrics? written. laundry that's been laying on the floor since 2018? washed, dried, packed and folded

gets praise from all the staff and members because they think he's finally taking those new years resolutions seriously

january was almost a year ago but it's never too late to start !!

you get a shit ton of chores done but something still feels off

the both of you are just going mad lol

eventually you admit defeat and decide whatever it is, you will hope it wasn't important and deal with it when the time comes

you're both watching jjk when taehyun comes in with a cupcake ready to sing to the birthday rock and you feel so stupid ❤️

he's genuinely upset you both forgot the rock's birthday

the fact taehyun remembered just adds salt to his wounds 😭

so you split the cupcake on behalf of Huening Lionel Mbappe and call it a day

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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taking care of zb1 ♡

pairing: idol! zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: this idea was so so cute so when i got the request i knew it had to get done :D its a little all over the place but still!

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

leaving a cup of water on his side table and leaving a kiss on his forehead, you look at your boyfriend who has become bedbound with a cold, "anything else i can help with?" you considered yourself pretty brave to be asking that, knowing how much jiwoong liked having you wrapped around his finger and getting taken care of.

"c'mere." he patted the area next to himself on the edge of the bed, and you hesitantly sat down, curious of the next words to leave his mouth. "entertain me!" he smiled shamelessly, and you couldn't even blame that on him being sick. "jiwoong," you sighed, readjusting to face him better, "if you want to kick this cold, you need to rest. you don't need to be chatting with me."

he huffed, "what if i want to just stay here with you forever." the thought behind it was cute, it made you blush, and you couldn't help but cave a little bit. "okay," another playful sigh escaped your lips, "how about i tell you about my day and you try and sleep, and then we both get what we want." judging by the reaction on his face, he seemed quite content with your answer, almost too content. "jiwoong, you have to promise you'll try and rest."

crossing his fingers right in front of you, he held back a laugh, "i promise." getting a hit on his arm from you in return. "hey!" he joked, letting out a cough, "you can't hit me, i'm sick!"

zhang hao ;

"how did you know i was sick?" hao questioned when you showed up at the dorm. "zhang hao, you nearly coughed up a lung on the phone with me earlier," you shook your head, coming to sit beside him on the bed, "plus, yujin texted me and said he was worried you were gonna pop your eyes out with how much you were sneezing," a laugh escaped your lips, "i didn't know how to tell him that wasn't gonna happen."

now it was hao's turn to shake his head, "well you guys have nothing to worry about, i'll get over it." he paused for a moment as another sneeze ripped it's way through his chest, followed by a series of coughs. "i'm locked away in here to not get anyone else sick, so you shouldn't be here either." what he didn't know was you had a couple tricks up your sleeve, namely dayquil and lots of water. "you're always making sure i'm okay, so now it's my turn to take care of you."

"what if i get you sick?" hao let his worries push past his lips, and it was cute that he cared about you enough. "then you will just get to take care of me, and we will be even." you beamed, causing him to smile at your positive outlook on what most would consider an annoying situation. "you really don't have to," he trailed off, his voice getting quiet as he tried to suppress another cough.

"nonsense!" you smiled, pulling the dayquil out of your bag and setting a couple in his hand, "i want to, now i'm going to get you some water so don't go anywhere." he couldn't help but enjoy this side of you, it was cute, "i'll be here"

hanbin ;

"he just won't sit down, we thought you could get through to him better." matthew and jiwoong smiled at you, a look of worry for their friend, and your boyfriend, hanbin plastered across their faces. you made your way to hanbin's room, entering the room to see him wincing as he tried to put his shoes on. "where do you think you're going?" a playful manner laced in your tone, but still a genuine question. "oh, hi love, we have practice today." you only shook your head in return, crouching down to take off the one shoe he managed to get on.

"they have practice today, you have a sprained ankle, so you've earned yourself a day with me." as much as he didn't want to miss practice and risk falling behind, the idea of spending time with you sounded amazing. the long practice hours on top of the extra time he spent in the studio pushing himself past his limits had meant you didn't get to see each other much, so who was he to deny the opportunity. "you're very convincing y/n." he smiled at you, shifting himself back on his bed and motioning for you to come up next to him.

gladly accepting the offer, you shuffled next to him and leaned into his side,"i have my moments, but i also think you might be a little biased." a laugh left the both of you, "maybe a little bit." he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his own flushing at the action, "but you just have a very good case."

you got up for a moment, earning a pout from the boy before he realized you were coming right back, this time with his laptop in hand. "movie day?" his eyes lit up at the suggestion, "i'd love to."

matthew ;

[matthew] everyone's been working so hard that we got an extra day off :D do you wanna come over?

you smiled at the message, excited at any time to spend with your boyfriend, but you couldn't help but worry about how hard they'd been working themselves. you had seen all the late nights matthew was pulling at the dance studio to make sure he had the choreo down and you had seen the way it was weighing on him, so you were just glad he could have a day to rest; so you shot back a text saying you'd be there in 20. and that's how you ended up at their dorm once again.

"matthew-" you dragged out, walking into his room after ricky let you in a moment prior. a smile immediately spread across his face, "y/n-" he mirrored, getting out of bed to hug you, "what do you wanna do?" he asked, thinking maybe you wanted to go out. "i was thinking we could just stay in? i know you're exhausted matthew, you can't hide it behind a pretty smile." the pretty smile in question had turned into a sheepish smile, knowing he had been caught despite saying he wasn't overworking himself.

he sighed, "i promise i'm okay, but that sounds nice." you smiled, knowing you had won this battle and sat down on his bed, dragging him by the hand to sit with you and letting his head lean on you as you carded your fingers through his hair. "you need to take care of yourself matthew," he only hummed in agreement as he melted into your touch, earning a lighthearted sigh from you before speaking up, "but it's so much nicer being taken care of by you."

taerae ;

"i'm not a baby," taerae huffed, shuttering at the cold cloth being placed on his forehead, "it's just a bad headache i'm fine." despite his standoffish reaction, you could tell by the way he smiled when he thought you weren't looking that deep down, he loved being babied like this. "like it or not, i'm gonna help you as much as i can," you said in a hushed voice, attempting to not make his head hurt any worse.

leaving his side for a moment to shut the blinds, you caught a pout out of the corner of your eye, simply smiling at your boyfriend and his antics before returning to his side and sliding in next to him, "now try and get some rest." taerae shut his eyes for a moment, "you know you don't have to stay here with me." he breathed out, trying to stop a smile from spreading across his face at the idea of getting to just lay around with you. deciding to toy with him a bit, you went to stand up, "i can just go hang out with matthew-" before you could get your sentence out, his hand was grabbing onto yours.

"please stay," he attempted to drag you back to bed with him. "i thought you didn't need me to stay here," you questioned, a playful tone in your voice, knowing you were breaking his exterior down. "doesn't mean i don't want you here." if it wasn't so dark you'd be able to see the heat radiating off of his cheeks, but you had a feeling it was there anyways. "i see," you hummed, sliding in next to him yet again with a wide smile plastered on your face, "then i guess i can stay."

ricky ;

"ricky, you're running a fever, please sit down," you tried to reason with him but it was no use, the stubborn boy insisted he would just "power through it." but with the way he was wobbling from dizziness, you knew you weren't letting him go anywhere today. all it took was him attempting to put on his jacket with a little too much force for him to realize that maybe he wasn't okay.

"you know," he mumbled, "maybe i'll sit down, just for a minute." you only shook your head before grabbing him by the arm and leading him to his bed, lightly pushing him down and making sure his head hit the pillow. "feel better already?" you questioned, already knowing the answer, and that he'd be too stubborn to admit to it, but the small smile accompanied by a nod was enough for you.

"i'll be right back," you turned to head to the kitchen, hoping zhang hao would know where the ibuprofen was. "where are you going," his voice was quiet, almost as if he was worried you were just going to leave him there. "just gonna go get something for that fever and some water, you never drink enough water." you joked, successfully making ricky laugh in the process, getting another head nod before leaving.

by the time you returned from the goose chase zhang hao sent you on to finding ibuprofen, ricky had dozed off; he looked cute like that, you thought to yourself. opting to leave the medicine on his side table, you planted a kiss on his burning forehead, "get some rest," you whispered, despite knowing he can't hear you. at least you'd be there when he woke up.

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin, i love you," you sighed, "but what use am i to you if i'm also sick." the boy was convinced that you needed to be attached at all times, even when he was sick. you were happy to take care of him, really, but being sick was not your idea of a fun time. "we could be sick together!" he beamed, as if that was a genius idea that you hadn't considered.

you playfully put your hands on your hips, "is me taking care of you not enough?" he quickly shook his head, appreciating how much you had been taking care of him throughout the day, "not at all," he trailed off, "but i'm lonely and we both have nothing better do to, so why aren't you cuddling with me right now?" as much as you wanted to deny it, it did sound nice.

you huffed before muttering a "scoot over," causing gyuvin's smile to widen, "so you do love me!" he joked, getting a disapproving smile in return. "if i get sick i'm blaming you." gyuvin shuffled in his spot, turning and throwing an arm and a leg over you, planting a kiss on your temple "i'll take the blame, it's worth it."

gunwook ;

"how did i get so lucky," he flashed his gummy smile at you as you walked through the door, a glass of water and ibuprofen in one hand and an ice pack in the other. "you deserve to be taken care of gunwook," you mirrored his smile, handing him the medicine to take for his headache before leaning him back onto his pillow and resting the ice pack against his forehead. "i'm just glad i get to do it."

having left plenty of room for you on the bed, you scooted in next to your boyfriend, leaning against the headboard and letting his head rest on your chest. "try and get some rest yeah? the medicine should kick in soon," you smiled at the boy, playing with his hair as he hummed in response, feeling his breathing slow and even out.

you laid like that for a few hours, eventually drifting off yourself before you found yourself waking up to gunwook reaching over you, placing the ice pack on the side table. "feeling a bit better?" you mumbled, still opening your eyes. he smiled wide, nodding his head, "much better, thank you y/n." now it was your turn to smile at his cute demeanor and appearance; his damp forehead with strands of hair sticking to his, the way his hair was sticking up in all directions.

"anytime." you reached up to pushed the hair off of his forehead, "i know you'd do the same for me." he hummed, grabbing your hand in his and giving it a light squeeze, "always."

yujin ;

"yujin, you can take the day off, you're practically falling asleep standng here talking to me." you sighed, it hurt to see him like this. yujin was always pushing himself too hard, trying desperately to not disappoint the older members. "but-" he started, a pout on his face. "no buts, i talked to hanbin and he said to keep you home today."

all he could do was smile at the thought of his hyungs and you wanting to take care of him, but he couldn't help but feel worried he'd fall behind. as if reading his mind, you spoke up again, "you're not gonna fall behind, yujin you're more talented than you give yourself credit for." his smile grew as he heard your praises, "thank you," he said sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"will you at least hang out with me today?" he asked, voice hopeful at the idea of spending a day with you. "i was hoping you'd ask," you smiled, sitting on the bed, yujin following suit.

at some point the two of you had decided to set up in the living room; a mountain of blankets and pillows adorning the couch in an attempt to have the comfiest afternoon to yourselves. the pizza you ordered sitting on the table as you found something to watch on the tv. "thank you again," he turned to you with a shy smile, "i needed this." you could only smile in return, "i know you did yujinnie."

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bonefall · 6 months

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Do you have a top 5 dotc characters line-up? Just ones you like in general

"Top 5" is really more of a... "guys I hate the least" lineup. Characters whose treatment made me so angry it's become spite-love. It's bad in here. It's REALLY bad in here.

In no particular order, the characters I like in DOTC are,

Bumble Not JUST because of how dirty she was done, either. Bumble's amazing. She's confident, she's outgoing, she's funny! She's there for Turtle Tail when Gray Wing is treating her like shit, and friendly to every cat she meets, even when they're being dicks to her. She ALWAYS does the right thing in the end and has the best interests of her friends at heart. She's a GOOD PERSON! The ONE time she was ever ANGRY at anyone was when Turtle Tail just let her get dragged back to their wifebeater. She's only part of TWO books but she's the BEST character in the entire arc, hands down, above and beyond the rest of the cast. JUSTICE for Bumble!

Bright Stream She got fridged, killed in a shocking, gruesome way, with uncomfortable detail put on how the pregnant woman probably died slowly and was eaten alive, ripped to shreds by eagles... for Clear Sky's man pain. Clear Sky literally fucking broods in a moonbeam. All because Gray Wing tripped like an idiot in a horror movie. And it was a WASTE. Bright Stream IS INTERESTING ALL ON HER OWN. Gray Wing was downplaying Clear Sky emotionally pressuring her into leaving, dismissing him going "I HOPE YOUR HUNTING SUCKS SO YOU REALIZE YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME" with a 'good humored flick of his tail,' thirsting over how attractive Bright Stream is and how lucky Clear Sky is to have her as a mate while Bright Stream is obviously feeling upset about how her shitty husband has been talking to her. And it's actually insulting how the writers never acknowledged this-- that Clear Sky has ALWAYS been manipulative. From BOOK ONE. And then she has these absolutely bizarre Angel Fetus Children that Gray Wing coos about on his death bed, because god for-fucking-bid a single scene go by that doesn't become Clear Sky-centric.

Snake This arc tries SO bad to make this fucking guy a villain. SO hard. They describe his stinky breath and his bad teeth and how icky and gross he is, and they make him kill Frost during Clear Sky's Murder Party as if I'm supposed to blame HIM instead of the ESTABLISHED MURDERER WHO ORDERED HIS MEN TO KILL EVERYONE. Then, they choose HIM to stand up against Clear Sky after he let a murderous evil tyrant into his group against all warnings. And they treat that like it's a bad thing. Like SNAKE is the one who's awful for TELLING CLEAR SKY TO SHOVE HIS HALFHEARTED APOLOGY UP HIS UGLY ASS They even make him follow One Eye's evil lackey in the next book, like they're trying to slander him in hindsight. "Oh nonono, ackshually, Snake wasn't principled at all. He wasn't making a point about how Clear Sky let One Eye into his group and that he's sick of following tyrants. DONT WORRY. THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE CLEAR SKY ARE EVIL :)" FUCK you. I'm going to stan Snake OUT OF SPITE.

Tall Shadow While I still can't stand what they did with her and Bumble... she's an interesting character and done SO DIRTY because the writers don't fucking respect women at all They chose to have her go through a "self-confidence arc" because everyone nonsensically HATES her and just wants Gray Wing to lead, where she has to choose taking care of her burn-victim brother over leading because her "emotions" are getting in the way, only to clear up once her family is fucking dead because the books KEEP INSISTING that women in particular can't be leaders if they have an important emotional connection. And THEN they have Shaded-fucking-Moss, her predecessor, descend from heaven after Clear Sky's Murder Party to tut-tut at her for killing someone after she was THROWN INTO A CROWD OF PEOPLE TRYING TO MURDER HER, because I'm DEAD serious, god forbid women do anything. Clear Sky's got a direct body count of 3 at this point, PLUS the indirect body count of a dozen people killed on his orders, but ACTUALLY Tall Shadow is the one who deserves the fucking scolding. INSANE. And YET. She remains a practical person. She's diplomatic when she can be, and harsh when she cannot. Against all common sense, she LISTENS to Gray Wing's AWFUL advice to do Just One More peaceful meeting where maybe THIS time sucking Clear Sky's toes will work, because she is fair. I cannot help but love her.

Milkweed I haven't gotten to her in my read-along yet but she's done so dirty, too. It makes me sick. She's revealed to be a friend of Misty and distrusts the Mountain Cats for, you know... stealing all the native cats' land and murdering her friend? But don't worry, Gray Wing's here to do Clear Sky Apologetics and convince her to go join his group. While there she gets verbally accosted by Leaf, a recurring background asshole, who says she's useless, her stupid babies are stealing his food, and that when she gets sick she's just keeping the whole camp awake with her coughing. So anyway, because the Erins LOVE domestic abuse, they get shipped together lmaoo. Normal book series.

Bumble, Bright Stream, Snake, Tall Shadow, Milkweed. I also have feelings about Wind Runner though, and what they did with her. But GOD, explaining my complicated thoughts on Wind Runner would take a long time. She is both a favorite and also a symbol of several huge problems in WC.

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rose-pearls · 6 months

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Sparks Fly - Part 2

It took some time but here is the second part to the story Sparks Fly! (Requests are open!)

Story Taglist: @saturnsbabe69,

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Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open for every fandom)

The shower was running as you let out a sigh, closing your eyes and gripping the counter tightly.

Slider had been there for the past hour, and you didn’t know what to do, Goose had died, and you didn’t know how to feel at the thought of that. The man had always been an absolute sweetheart, making you feel comfortable from the moment you met him, his honking laughter always making you laugh even louder.

Carole.

You don’t know how the woman is doing, but it must be hard with Bradley also holding onto her. The phone rings for a moment and you wonder for a moment if you are doing the right thing by calling her, she probably has other things to do.

“Bradshaw’s residence?”, her voice is trembling, you wouldn’t hear it if you didn’t know about what happened, but you can hear it.

“It’s me.”, you whisper in the phone, and you hear Carole take a deep breath on the other side of the phone.

"I'm so sorry Carole, if there is anything I can do please tell me.”, you whisper in the phone and for a long moment you don’t hear anything until a sob break through the receiver.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I just came back from the morgue to confirm it was him.”, she says, sobs leaving her mouth and you feel sick at the thought, tears escaping and rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry that you had to do that. Do you want me to come over? I can take Bradley so that you have a moment to yourself.”, you tell her, trying to keep your breathing even and you hear her taking a shuddering breath on the other side of the line.

“I don’t want to impose anything on you.”, she tries to say but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Nonsense Carole, it isn’t a problem at all. Let me help you with whatever you need, at least to take some things of your shoulders.”, there is a moment of silence before she answers.

“If it’s not an issue, can he spend the night with you? My parents won’t be down here until the weekend, and I need to do a lot of things with Nick-”, she can’t say the words and you don’t blame her.

“Of course not, I’ll come and pick him up in in an hour, alright?”, you ask her, wondering if she will be able to hold until then to stay strong for Bradley.

“That’s perfect, that way I can pack him a bag for the night.”, she says softly, and you realize that you had been gripping hard on the phone.

“You can give him clothes for a few more days to be sure if you want.”, you tell her, and she whispers a soft agreement.

“I’ll see you in an hour, if you need anything until then don’t hesitate.”, you tell her.

“I will. Thank you, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”, she whispers, and you shake your head at her words.

“You don’t need to thank me Carole, I’m here when you need me.”, she whispers a soft thank you before the line turns dead and you try to breathe again.

“Everything alright?”, you hear behind you, and you jump slightly at the voice turning around to find Slider there looking awkward, right you had forgotten he was there.

“Everything is fine.”, you say after clearing your throat and putting the phone back.

“I’m going to pick up Bradley and keep him for the night, maybe for a day or two. That way Carole can do what she needs to do.”, you tell him, not sure why you feel like you need to explain yourself.

“That’s kind of you.”, he says, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“It’s normal, she is my friend, and she needs help.”, you tell him simply before moving towards your room to take new sheets out and some plushies you still had for Bradley.

“What about your parents?”, he asks you a moment after and you quickly look at him over your shoulder before making the bed.

“My mother just told me that my father needed to stay on base tonight, and she needs to go and see my aunt so she will be back later tonight. They will understand why he is here.”, you say simply, thinking of how you were going to explain to your parents how you knew the little Bradshaw.

“You can always stay at my base apartment. Ice is staying with Maverick to make sure he is alright.”, there is a long silence following his words and you feel your grip tightening around the sheets.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Slider.”, you say, and you can feel the tension in the room.

“Can we talk, please?”, he whispers, and you let out a sigh, looking at the blue sheets in front of you before you feel a hand on your arm.

“Please.”, he whispers, and you turn around to look at the pleading WSO.

“What do you want to talk about Ron? We said everything there was to say the last time we saw each other.”, you whisper, and he shakes his head in disagreement.

“I didn’t and I need you to listen to me, please.”, he tells you and you try not to let yourself grow to mush at the touch of his hands on your arms.

“Fine but after I get Bradley, he is the priority.”, you tell him, and he nods quickly.

“Take him to my apartment, if you want, I’ll sleep somewhere else, but you’ll be more comfortable.”, he whispers and you look around the room, wondering how you could fit the five-year-old here, but you knew he wouldn’t have a lot of space.

“Alright, but you’re sleeping on the couch, I don’t care how small it is.”, you tell him, trying to look threatening but judging by the barely hidden smile from Ron, you know it isn’t convincing.

“Of course, sweetheart.”, he tells you with a smirk while you put some of your stuff in an overnight bag with some plushies for Bradley.

“Don’t call me sweetheart Kerner.”, you tell him before leaving the door and going towards your car, Ron following you.

“You are so sexy when you get fiery like that.”, he says with a smirk, and you feel a deep blush on your cheeks at the words.

“Shut up Kerner or I’m leaving you here.”, the man doesn’t say anything more, but he still keeps that shit eating grin on his lips.

Bradley is quiet, far too quiet for a five-year-old.

He is looking around the room, a tight grip on his little goose.

“Do you want to eat something Bradley?”, you ask him softly while sitting down next to him and he looks at you with big brown eyes.

“Why am I here?”, he asks, and you feel lost at how to explain everything to a kid that just lost his dad.

“Is it because of my dad?”, he asks so quietly you barely hear it, but you do and get closer to him.

“It is, your mom needs to do some grown up things and she didn’t want to bore you.”, you tell him softly and he looks sadly at his goose plushie.

“I miss my dad.”, he says quietly, and you feel tears in your eyes that you manage to blink away.

“That’s completely normal, but he will always be here with you.”, you tell him, and he looks back at you.

“Really?”, you nod slowly before brushing a hand on his chest right where his heart is.

“Right here and in the sky, looking over you.”, he seems unsure, but you keep smiling reassuringly.

“I think I need a hug.”, he whispers, and you nod in agreement.

“I think I need one too.”, you tell him, and a small smile appears on his lips before you open your arms and the boy immediately launches himself at you, holding you tightly.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him close, brushing your fingers through his hair and if after a moment you feel tears through your shirt you don’t say anything and just hold him as tight as you can while rubbing his back.

Ron looks worried when he comes to check in, but you smile sadly at him and before you can say anything he kisses your forehead softly and does the same thing to Bradley. The little boy has fallen asleep in your arms and as you try to put him into the bed, he holds on to you.

“Don’t leave me.”, he whispers, his eyes barely open but you can hear the fear in his voice.

“I’m not leaving you, I’m right here.”, you whisper before going into the bed with him, Bradley immediately grips your shirt, and you hold him in your arms.

Once the boy has fallen asleep you feel tears sliding down your cheeks, there is Ron’s familiar cologne on the sheets, and you feel like you are suffocating from everything you are feeling. When you finally manage to fall asleep you don’t realize Slider comes in to make sure you are alright, a sad smile on his lips as he sees the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“You want to go to the park Brad?”, Ron asks, and you look at him with raised eyebrows, but he ignores you, focusing his attention on the little boy in front of him.

“Can we play football?”, Bradley seems excited at the idea and Ron quickly nods in agreement.

“We sure can buddy but only if the lady here can hold herself in football.”, he says with a teasing smile and Bradley tries to hide his laughter as you look at them unimpressed.

“Please I will beat your ass Kerner.”, Bradley cheers in agreement before sprinting out of his chair towards his shoes and ten minutes later you find yourself at the park throwing a football in the air.

Bradley is yelling form the start and you can’t help but start yelling too when Ron tries to steal the ball from you.

“That is cheating Kerner!”, the rest is a blur of laughter and screams as Bradley manages to score a touchdown and you take him in your arms, smothering him with kisses ignoring his shrieks filled with laughter.

“Got room for some more?”, you hear someone say and you turn around to find the flyboys, with Ice and Maverick in tow.

“What do you say Brad?”, you ask the boy, and he looks at all of them for a moment before looking back at you.

“Sure!”, he says with a shrug of his shoulders, and you smile at his excitement.

“Well, I’ll let you boys start the game, I need something to drink after all of this running.”, you say and Bradley looks unsure for a moment but you smile at him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back, you won’t even notice I’m gone while you kick Ice’s ass.”, this makes the blond pilot look up and a cocky smile appears on his lips before he tackles Bradley into his arms making the little boy scream in delight. Maverick is looking at them with a small smile, and you wonder if it’s the first time he has smiled since the accident.

Ron looks at you with worried eyes, but you ignore it as you go towards the small shop at the end of the park picking up a large bottle of water before leaving the small shop. You hear them laughing and screaming from there, a smile appearing on your lips at the sight of them.

You are close to them when you suddenly hit a hard chest, nearly letting the water bottle fall.

“I am so sorry.”, you hear the man say and when you look up you feel surprised to see a familiar man.

“Luke? Hi!”, the man in question looks as surprised as you and a smile appears.

“It’s good to see you, it’s been a long time.”, he says, and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Since high school I think, how have you been?”, the man starts talking about what happened recently and as you get ready to ask something you feel a strong arm around your waist.

“There you are.”, Ron says before kissing your cheek, an overly sweet smile on his lips as he turns towards Luke.

“Who is this?”, he seems tense, as he looks at Luke and you feel confused for a moment by his soft touch but hard eyes.

“This is Luke, we went to high school together. Luke, this is Ron.”, you say, feeling slightly awkward at the situation but Luke simply smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you, you must be her boyfriend.”, he says with a cheeky grin towards you, and you can’t help but blush before trying to say that he isn’t, but Ron speaks before you are able to.

“I am, so sorry that we haven’t met before we were a little busy with a game.”, he says, and you try not to slam the water bottle on his face and keep smiling.

“I’m guessing that is your group over there?”, Luke says while laughing and you see Bradley managing to score a touchdown making the flyboys cheer.

“It is, we are having some competitive football.”, you tell him and Luke nods in response.

“Well, it was good to see you, but I should go.”, you wish him a good day and when Luke gets far enough you wipe off your smile and slap Ron with the water bottle.

“Aw! What was that for?”, the pilot says while rubbing his chest and pouting but you look at him unimpressed.

“What was that for? Maybe for coming over and acting like you were my boyfriend!”, you whisper harshly, and Ron doesn’t look guilty for a moment.

“He was hitting on you.”, he says, and you scoff in response.

“He was not! And even if he was, what does it matter? We aren’t even together.”, you yell, and Ron looks like he has just bitten into a lemon, a sour look on his face.

“Right, well you have definitely made that clear.”, he says, and you feel frustrated at his antics.

“What do you want me to say Ron? We weren’t together and then we had a falling out, next thing I know you are at my door and now here we are.”, you say while feeling more and more frustrated.

“I know I messed up alright, I do. And I regret it every single day I wake up without you and when I don’t see you or hear from you. But I am not giving up on us, you hear me? I am going to fight for us and show you just how much I care for you and love you.”, his words ring through the wind, and you feel breathless at his words.

“Ron.”, you whisper but the man shakes his head before coming closer to you.

“I know that you could find better, hell that Luke guy is probably so much better than me, but I love you, I want to see you all the time, hear you laugh at my stupid jokes, hold you in my arms and kiss you until I can’t breath anymore. I don’t want anyone else; I just want you.”, you don’t know why you do it, but you take his jacket and bring him forward into a searing kiss.

The feeling of his lips on yours make you feel breathless, butterflies erupting in your stomach and the feeling of being finally home makes you sigh against his lips.

Ron immediately brings an arm around your waist and a hand on your cheek, holding you close while kissing you until the both of you are breathless. You can hear cheering and whistles in the distance, but you ignore them, looking into Ron’s eyes.

“There isn’t anyone else for me either, just you Ron Kerner. And even if you are an idiot, you are mine and I love you too.”, you whisper, and a dazzling smile appears on his lips.

“Thank god.”, he whispers before bringing you back into a passionate kiss.

It took some time to get here but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#top gun x reader #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #slider x reader #slider #top gun 1986

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esouliie · 1 year

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– THE WEIGHT OF YOU

– pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

– synopsis: your relationship with wanda becomes too serious for you to handle...there’s only one thing left to do.

– warnings: angst, oral sex (w!receiving), reader lowkey has an oral fixation & is mean.

Wanda knows it’s coming.

It has been, for a long time now.

She felt it, can feel it still; only now, it’s stronger than ever.

~~~

You’ve been drifting away.

Your touch no longer lingers for comfort. Your morning kisses do not greet her. Your gaze is rarely drawn to hers.

~~~

She stands in the hallway of your apartment. Her hand hovers momentarily above the wooden frame.

She hasn’t slept over since her last mission.

Her breath hitches, her racing heartbeat thudding in her ears.

~~~

You know she’s outside, she buzzed earlier, but don’t move to let her in as you wait on the other side of the door.

~~~

It's no surprise, not really. Wanda knew it would end this way; it had to.

It was only meant to be one night.

One night, which had somehow become two, and then three and then: this.

She couldn't blame you, not really.

Wanda couldn't expect you to be a mother. She couldn't, and she didn't.

~~~

A meaningless fling. That's all it was, all it should have been. Not a house with a picket fence, a loving housewife, and twin sons.

Wanda’s fingers tremble as her clammy hands press against the cold wood.

She knocks twice.

~~~

"I'm sorry." You offer. It’s all you can say. Both of you are sitting on the edge of your bed. The TV spews nonsense in the background.

Wanda nods. She tries to keep the lump that is rising in her throat from doing just that; she tries to keep the tears from bursting forth.

"It's fine," Wanda says, clearing her throat. Her voice wavers. "Really. I get it."

You don’t believe her.

"Are you – sure?" You ask, somehow handling your emotions better than Wanda.

The witch hates it.

“You know that it’s not because of you, or the boys. You’re so caring, and deserve to be loved, it’s just-” Wanda nods her head vigorously.

She wants to leave. Take shelter from the falling bomb.

You’re unaware of her bleeding out. Your words cutting so deep.

"I know," she replies, "it's alright. You didn't sign on to be a mother."

The truth has you looking away; chest caving as your heart aches. You first slip of emotion and you almost break.

You’ve done this before. It shouldn't be this hard.

But it is. Because it’s Wanda.

~~~

You watch as she rubs her flushed cheeks, pads wiping away the cluster of tears in her lashes. It’s useless as her tiny body shakes with a strangled, heaving sob, more tears blurring her vision.

The powerful witch before you just a mere woman. She sits vulnerable, back hunched as she closes in on herself. A magnitude of grief.

You did this to her. You feel sick.

Not being able to witness Wanda battle with her pain no longer, you reach for her, across the expanse of the bed, the distance between you both, and place a consoling hand on the witch’s thigh.

~~~

Your touch brings her undone.

Your hand's warmth radiates through sheer fabric and skin, fingers curving gently over flesh. Wanda places her hand over. In turn, you raise her hand towards your face. You kiss across her veins; lips weaving a delicate, meandering trail over smooth skin from wrist to the tips of fingers and, once there, you allow your tongue to push past your lips and take her digits into her mouth, sucking.

Wanda gasps, her tears sit heavy in her eyes. "Y/N," she whispers, her voice desperate, "please, we shouldn't."

You release her. "I’m here,” you whisper. “Just once more.”

You continue. Turning her hand over, you brush your lips delicately over the lines of her palm, before sucking fiercely on the inside of her wrist.

“I’m here.” You repeat.

"Okay." Wanda whimpers as you continue to taste her, nursing an ache to respond in a way that makes it nearly impossible to say no; to deny what you both seem to want, despite the sadness lingering in the air.

"Okay," she repeats, breathless. "Just once."

You move across the bed, clasping a hand to the back of Wanda's neck and pulling her close for one of your final kisses.

~~~

Wanda's entire body shivers. She feels electric as if a thousand un-sparked flames are about to catch fire as you lick the length of her. She grabs your hair, urging you on, and you press forward as obediently as ever, curling your fingers inside, eliciting long moans from the older woman. Wanda lifts her hips in response to your thrusts. Even so, you snake your hand around, preventing her from jerking up as you increase your speed slightly, adding even more pressure to her nerves.

Wanda can’t stop moaning as she hovers along the edge, hands releasing their grip on your curls to palm her breasts, slipping nipples between her fingers and pinching the sensitive flesh.

She’s overwhelmed.

“I love you,” Wanda confesses through staggered breaths. She whispers the phrase continuously into the night as if it were prayer, as if it would keep you here with her.

You’re no longer able to hold off your emotions and press your forehead against her inner thigh. Burning tears fall in bitterness and unexpected elation on to the sheets.

You’d felt her love- lingering in the distance, unsure if it was to be accepted- but to hear it out loud, your heart hammered, ripping the frayed stitches you'd used to patch yourself up all through your difficult life.

You fuck her harder.

Rising from between her thighs, you support your hips against your working hand, thrusting deeper inside Wanda. Her cries become a combination of moans and wet gasps.

There are tears in her eyes, too, she notices your eyes locked on her and rushes to squeeze you flushed together.

It was coming to an end.

Not just sexual release but a release of everything she held inside.

The suffering she has endured throughout her life manifests.

Her body tenses as she clings tighter; her orgasm washes over, a throbbing sensation invades her mind, her pleasure followed by haunting sobs.

~~~

In the morning, when Wanda wakes, you’re already gone. There’s no note, no letter or card; there was no last kiss, nor gut-wrenching goodbye before she’s led out of your home.

Only this: the ache between Wanda's legs, the taste of you on her tongue, and in the corner of the room, an oversized, over-worn sleep shirt draped over a small chair.

The cold doesn’t have time to work its way into her bones as she dresses her lower half before slipping into your shirt. She brings it the front up to her face and takes a deep breath. She inhales the scent of you, of your perfume, and the fresh aroma of your home.

She holds them within her, still lingering on her tongue, and she cries.

She misses you already.

Wanda closes the door behind her when she leaves.

Your shirt goes with.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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ordinaryschmuck · 7 months

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Finished the main story campaign in Spider-Man 2

What I liked

There were some AWESOME action set pieces. Sandman's boss fight, the prison transfer, Kraven's den, chasing Black Cat, and hunting the Lizard just to name a few.

The swinging is still fun and I LOVED the web-wings. There are times when I go in for a glide, hoping to get to the checkpoint without needing to swing. It's more addicting than it should be.

LOVED Kraven. Probably the best adaptation of him yet with an interesting motivation that makes sense for a character like him.

Miles' little story with Mister Negative is ALSO interesting, and I like how it ended, especially with what they do with Martin in the end. It's pretty good.

The boss fights are a huge improvement, adding in a health bar that lets you know how far along you're kicking ass and making each fight feel like a battle WON. It's frustrating that I got MY ass kicked more times than not, but each time I finally beat the boss it I EARNED that victory.

That brief moment where I was killing people as Venom was super fun in a sick way. PLEASE make that Venom Spin-off game, Insomniac. We want you to just for gameplay alone.

Peter giving into the madness of the symbiote is handled pretty well. It DOES feel like he becomes a little more evil quicker than he should have, but I blame that on me going through the game's story mode and actively avoiding the side missions until I finished the campaign. Everyone's gameplay experience is different and something that feels fast in the story might not feel as fast to others.

MJ's stealth missions are actually pretty exciting this time...a bit bullshit that SHE can take care of certain goons, but at least I'm not wasting time hiding anymore. And that final mission with her was surprisingly fun and intense.

I liked those prequel scenes of Peter as a teen. Really sold how young he was when starting out as Spider-Man.

What I Didn't Like

THAT GOSH DANG PARRY SYSTEM! I'm willing to blame my own lack of skill for this, but I HATE parrying. I almost NEVER get it right, and it sucks when fighting foes where parrying is a requirement to beating them. And it's extra bullshit when the game throws in attacks you HAVE to dodge and get super FUCKED when you parry instead. It made combat more frustrating than fun, and actually hurt my enjoyment in the combat, which I INTENSELY enjoyed from the first game and the Miles Morales spin off.

And don't even get me started on those horseshit checkpoints! Every time I start over, I am filled with DREAD that I have to do all that annoying difficult shit all over again because I didn't get to this exact point the game wanted me to get to.

It doesn't make sense that Kraven has goons. He works best as a solo act and I don't get what his minions get out of working for him. I know it's to give us more people to fight against, but it doesn't work for me.

Norman Osborn is surprisingly underutilized in this game? Like, with how much of a prominent role Harry has, there's not much of a need for Norman, nor a valid reason to be there other than get pissed off over what happens near the end. It feels like his character was an afterthought, which is strange for someone who's meant to be the Green Goblin soon.

Harry's character...gets worse the more the game goes by. He started out interesting as someone both clinging to the past and trying desperately to pick up his life right where he left it. But as the game goes on and it tries to push this...idea with him, it doesn't really work as there's not enough time to properly develop it. It was a good idea with not that great of an execution.

Miles' suit...I don't hate as much as the rest of the people who played the game, but I do think it's nonsense that Miles made it while the city was being destroyed. Yeah, Peter made a new suit in the end of the last game, but there you can argue that it's for practicality purposes in order to get the upper hand against Doc Ock. Miles just made a new suit because he thought it looked cool...It does not.

AND WHERE ARE THE AVENGERS?! It didn't make sense that they didn't show up in the first game, and it makes even LESS sense now! Like, you really expect me to believe that NONE of the Avengers were available at the moment? NONE?! Not even Hawkeye?! At this point, I expect the third game to end a similar way Peacemaker did, where Peter and Miles are carrying away a bleeding out MJ after this big apocalyptic fight, and the Avengers show up JUST as its over only for Peter to go, "You're too late, assholes!" And now that I say it...that would actually be pretty funny. But it's still nonsense that they're not there!

And that's about it. 8/10 game, not as great as the first one, but still pretty fun.

#spider man 2 ps5 #spider man #peter parker #miles morales #kraven the hunter #venom #mary jane watson #harry osborn #martin li #mister negative #quick thoughts #what i thought about

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waterfallofspace · 9 months

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One Is Not Better Than None

Soooo I was scrolling through my google docs and remembered this little AU that I started writing (with the help of @themiseryandcompany) a few months back when I first joined snzblr~

And well, the actual 6 part story where they meet isn't finished, and reading it back... the parts that ARE finished could use a lot of editing~ it was one of my first attempts at snzfics, but I did find this little drabble/side story from the same AU~

It's not good, definitely not up to my current standards, but I did a little editing to make it hopefully readable, aaaaand since I've been a bit slow with content, I'll throw it out there incase anyone wants it!

~For Context: In this AU B/akugo is a doctor, and S/hoto is his boyfriend/a barista~ Word Count: 1.3k of utter nonsense that I'm posting because why not~

All Characters Written As 18+ In This Story, (picture late 20's)

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Katsuki’s days off are few and far between, so when he does get time to spend at home, he finds that he often has a shadow.

Shoto seems to require constant contact, as if he fears that should their bodies stop touching for even a second, Katsuki would be out the door again. It would be annoying beyond belief, if it was anyone else. But it’s not anyone else.

He smirks over the journal he’s reading as Shoto lets out a breath that borders on a whine. He’s been trying to beat that level for an hour, and it seems like he’s just had to restart once more.

“It’s not funny,” Shoto starts, catching Katsuki’s eyes as he glares up from his perch on Katsuki’s lap. A half-hearted gaze at best. “I’ve been at this forever. I just wanna beat it but this one boss has a frankly offensive level of regen. I know the strategy but I keep messing up the timing.”

With another sigh of frustration, the glare is long forgotten, instead replaced by a look that leaves Katsuki fighting the urge to kiss him until all the breath is sucked out of their lungs.

“Why don’t you just take a break and come back to it later when you’re less frustrated?” Katsuki offers, running a hand through Shoto’s mismatched hair. “Isn’t that what you always tell me when a recipe I’m trying for the first time isn’t going the way I want it to?”

“Yeah, but…”

“What, too proud to take your own advice, Icy-Hot?”

It’s a nickname that came into being the first time Katsuki stayed over. Shoto had been sick at the time, and it was one of the first nights of pure vulnerability they’d experienced.

With a fever, his body gets incredibly hot, but at the same time, he’s always swearing it’s freezing, shivering to make his point. During the night Katsuki tried to get him to take some blankets off, lest he smother himself to death, and Shoto’s reply was “I’m an icy pop”. (To this day he still blames the fever talk for that little nugget).

To which Katsuki responded with a lighthearted “Oh yeah? Then why is said ‘icy pop’ so hot he nearly burns to the touch? Icy pop, more like Icy-Hot” and it just stuck from there. He normally saves it for playful teasing, such as today, but occasionally it slips out with a touch of softness when Shoto falls asleep in his arms.

“No, this is different. I’m not frustrated, I just wahh!-” He breaks off, and Katsuki glances at him to see his eyes glossing over, mouth hanging slightly open, right on the brink for a few seconds until-

“heH-! hH’KESHHiew!”

A beat passes, Shoto’s eyes still unfocused, Katsuki biting a blessing back on his tongue.

“Snff- Bless me.” And with that, Shoto’s back to the level, leaving Katsuki to stare at him with a mystified expression.

After several minutes of silence, and Katsuki’s eyes never leaving his face, mouth still slightly ajar, Shoto finally breaks away from his level to glance up at his boyfriend. “Uhh… what’s wrong..?”

“Y-you… sneezed…”

Shoto lets out a small chuckle, letting his phone rest on the couch as he sits up to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “Yeah? And? I do that quite often, you should know that by now.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, as Shoto continues with a smirk. “And even if I didn’t, it’s a perfectly normal bodily function. You’re a doctor, I’m worried for your patients if hearing someone sneeze shocks you this much.”

“But… you… it was…. only one?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

There’s another pause, then Katsuki begins again, his words coming out uncharacteristically timid. “It’s… it’s never just one…”

The dumbfounded nature of Katsuki’s voice is enough to make Shoto burst into laughter. The joyous sounds finally snap his boyfriend out of the trance that the single sneeze had put him in, as he lightly punches Shoto’s arm.

Shoto pulls away, still shaking with the joyous tune dancing from his chest, rocking the couch with each burst. For a minute, Katsuki feels his heart start beating through his throat, mind running wild. His full laughter is so rare… I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Finally coming to his senses, Katsuki fires back with, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! I’ve never heard you sneeze just once before, it’s always at least two, more often in the hundreds”

This earns him a very weak punch, laughter still dancing through Shoto’s eyes. “I’m not that bad!” Sniffling lightly to test the waters, Shoto shrugs. “But yeah, just the one, I don’t feel any more. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time I’m sure.”

Shoto reaches forward, touching their lips in an apology for the harm that his lack of a fit had apparently caused. Katsuki leans into the kiss, but his eyes still seem a bit far away.

~~~~~~~

The rest of the day, it felt as if Shoto was under constant surveillance. Every time he looked over at Katsuki, his boyfriend was watching him, and would quickly avert his eyes, pretending to be doing something else.

Finally enough is enough. Shoto stands from the chair he was lounging in, and walks over to Katsuki who’s currently trying, and failing, to pull his eyes away long enough to read an article on his phone.

Wordlessly, Shoto leans down and rubs his nose against the cat-infested couch. Usually his meds are enough to starve off any really desperate attacks, but living in an apartment with your allergens is enough to set anyone off.

Add to that Shoto’s already sensitive nose, and it’s a sure thing that you’ll get at least a couple small fits per day. However, right now he needs that fit immediately, and his meds seem to be working a bit too well, so it’s time for drastic measures.

Rubbing his nose at all was a sure fire way to form a tickle, but add to that rubbing it against an allergen, and the reaction was certain to be quick and merciless.

“What are you doi-” Katsuki starts, but is cut off by Shoto’s breath catching, as he holds up a finger, attempting to explain himself before the fit can start.

“You... w- were... hehh- ihh... st- staring... at m... ESH’shiew-! Ishh’yu-! kishh’oo-! tishh’iew-!”

Still trying to catch up, Katsuki can only blink, muttering to himself, “I was staring…”

“huh- ishh-tishh-kESH’iew! Tishh’oo! Heh- hH’kschh!”

“Bless you-”

“hep’kschh-kshh-nggxt’shiew! hehh… hH’ngnt! G’nxxt!uhh Hh’ ihhh… hDT-”

Shoto pauses for a second, watery eyes pointed at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a hitchy agony, caught between the overwhelming urge to sneeze, and the denial taunting him.

With a shaky exhale, and a snff, he tries to finish the sentence he began earlier, “Staring ahahh at-”

-which the sneezes pick as the perfect time to release themselves. “ihh’keschh’oo-! hH’ISH’hieww-! Staring at me. Oh, bless me. It was starting to scare me a little."

Katsuki flushes at the accusation, admitting to himself, and only himself, that there may be a touch of truth in it. He sheepishly hands some tissues to Shoto, who takes them with a wink and a chuckle, cleaning himself up as Katsuki averts his eyes.

Once finished, he drapes himself onto the couch, lips hungrily capturing Katsuki in a deep kiss, only stopping once he needs to take a desperate breath and duck another “hh’kssh-! Ihh… heH! hahh’keTSH’iew-!” into his shoulder.

“Bless you… Ya know, you shouldn’t have done that, you’re gonna be sneezing for hours now ya dumbass.” The words may sound harsh, but there’s no fire behind them.

Shoto lets his head rest on Katsuki’s chest, looking up at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Well worth it in my book. As much as I enjoy you watching me, I was starting to worry you’d forgotten how to blink.”

This earns him another light punch, but the laughter that comes with it makes his statement even more true.

Anything is worth getting to hear that laughter. The true kind, the kind he doesn’t let other people hear. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Slowly he lets his eyes close, drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s heartbeat, their breathing falling in sync, exactly how it was meant to be.

La fin.

#waterfalldrabbles #because this is not a fic as much as a...#'tosses it at you and scurries away' type of drabble #it's not very good but hey! it doesn't need to be!#just a little bit of nonsense as a light apology for taking so long to fill requests or post anything worthwhile~#i am currently in the middle of a specific collab with a beautifully talented person #and I'm INSANELY excited to share our baby <333 #buuuuut for now~ have this nonsense and please forgive me for it #(i will say tho~ reading it does make me a little happy because I can definitely see improvement now!)#(whiiiich does mean that it just looks even worse haha~)#okay okay ill stop stalling and hit post #b/akugou & s/hoto doctor AU #incase i ever finish/post the actual fic theres a tag for that now

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ohmigod does streamer au mean that Knives is like. Vash's twin that visits his apartment to ensure Vash is okay (as a disabled person myself who lives alone, i get weekly visits from my mom and brother lmao) and comes in with groceries, leaves with trash, comes over to drive Vash to his doctor appointments, and tells Vash to get a real job??

does the chat see Knives as like. a cryptid. and the chat spams with acknowledgement as Knives moves about in the background and Vash goes "Chat says hi! ...Knives?! Did you hear mE?! CHAT SAYS HI!!" and he shouts back "I heard you both times, but I'm not acknowledging your no-life-having enablers!" or some shit

Knives feels like he has a trenchcoat and briefcase and has some high-up position like, idk, i feel like hed be an enviromental lawyer but also a corporate lawyer yet he also feels like he could be a radio/podcast celebrity with Bad Takes (i might just be describing Andrew Tate or somebody whoops) and a reputation for being shitty to his fans. like i could Knives being either objective scum with a cult following. or being like a eco-friendly protestor who put a politician's house on fire but hasnt been caught bc he wore one of those face-masks that distorts pictures and made sure not to leave any finger-prints. maybe he's something in-between, like he supports PETA, i dunno. or maybe he and Vash are actually estranged

im really curious how you would characterize Knives in this au, theres definitely a lot to go with considering the vast differences in his 1998, 2023, and manga variations (im partial to 2023 myself, but manga is a close second and 1998 is in the dust for me personally) since his genocide nonsense doesn't have a 1-for-1 translation in a modern world. the only act of Knives that i can think of that would track is 2023!Knives blaming himself for Vash's amputation (as opposed to other variations, if i remember right, where Knives did it to punish Vash, i liked that they went with a "Knives did it bc he loves Vash and didnt see another way to save his brother" direction instead) bc maybe the amputation happened in an accident that Knives blames himself for Vash being a victim in. but yeah, so many variations

also Rem. but Rem is a bit easier because there's always the "Well, Rem is still dead" option mixed with "She was our foster mom" (oh, maybe Knives works in the Social Services) whereas Knives, again, has all these variations

(anyways, i have a Part 2 to this that's not related to me asking questions about your streamer au, but rather me just saying a hc i have for Vash+Knives Modern AU that is very biased to my own personal history and therefore is irrelevant to your streamer au, so do hold up briefly, i do wanna ramble about that bc rambling about Trigun Modern AUs is fun)

I think I can tell you guys some about the ideas I had in mind without spoiling too much!

So I've bounced it around a bit in my head, and I think I've come up with something that works for this AU in particular. Rem was in fact their foster mom, she adopted them both as babies. While Nai was a pretty normal kid growing up, a bit cynical and intelligent for his age but nothing concerning, Vash was the type of kid who got sick really often. Like, immunodeficient, multiple hospitalizations sick. I was thinking something like CVID, which makes it so you're way more susceptible to getting respiratory and lung infections. He was a happy kid, but in and out of the hospital a lot.

In late middle school he had a really bad reaction, and while rushing him to the hospital Rem got in a car accident that cost her her life and Vash his left arm. Vash feels like he's the whole reason the accident even happened in the first place, while Nai blames himself for Vash being even worse off because maybe if he'd just been able to keep calm Rem wouldn't have been so distracted. There's also a fair bit of survivor's guilt in him, being the only one who got out of the wreck generally unscathed.

So he's kind of taken himself up as his brother's keeper, balancing his own post-graduate work life with checking in on Vash, bringing him to appointments, and just generally making sure he doesn't do anything stupid. He's a conservation biology major and a huge ecology nut, who often says (in a deadpan tone that Vash thinks is a joke) that the planet would probably be better off if all the humans on itwere wiped out.

Nai has complicated feelings about Vash's streamer lifestyle. On one hand he's not as deeply, deeply depressed as he was in early high school, most days it being a chore for Nai to even get him to eat or drink. On the other hand, he thinks that a job like this isn't stable enough for Vash, that he could be doing more with his fantastic intelligence, and that Vash cares way too much about what random strangers on the internet think about him. It's the sparking point for many arguments, because as much as they love and care about each other, they just don't see the world from each other's viewpoints.

(He'd also never say it, but Nai is actually very grateful that Vash has Nicholas as a roommate. As much as he despises the guy, at least there's someone around to make sure Vash is eating real food and actually going outside when Nai isn't there to check on him.)

#pink chat #anon #streamer au #vash the stampede #millions knives #asks

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I feel like pockets went through a very deep depressed period

More depressed than normal

Like a really dark point in life where you can’t find a reason to stay

Bruce made his way through the labyrinth of hallways and dodging nurses and equipment. When you'd left the manor the night before after a tense phone call he hadn't heard, he'd assumed it was just routine nonsense with whatever band your mom was in.

But. Three days later, after the school had called him to report you hadn't been coming, Bruce felt his heart squeeze uncomfortably. Jason was gone. For almost a year. And you still couldn't- being at the manor was hard. You couldn't even look at Tim dressed as Robin. It wasn't until he scoured scanners and reports that he had any idea where you could be.

He stopped at the door. You were curled around yourself, arms around your knees. To protect yourself maybe? Or to try and stop shivering. The room was freezing and you'd left without a jacket. You were cold, tired, and hungry but- alive. And your mother was laying in the bed. Wired for space with a tube down her throat. "Y/N-"

"Overdose," you explain, voice flat. "I didn't get there in time."

"It's not-"

"If she wakes up at all, she won't be the same."

Bruce felt sick, his stomach twisting when your teeth chattered and you tightened your grip on yourself. He knows you're 16 but in his mind's eye, you're so small. Beaming up at him on Christmas morning with a new book hugged to your chest. He'd wanted to protect that little girl. The same way he wanted to protect Jason. And he'd failed.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, wincing at how trite it sounded.

"Me too," you murmur, "She was doing really good this time."

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"You good, Pockets?" Dick asked. You look a little glazed. Like you'd just woken up. Which was weird because you'd looked the same way at breakfast.

"Fine," you mumble, picking listlessly at your lunch.

"Would you like something else to eat?" Alfred asked, frowning. A fussy eater you were not. It had never been hard to get either you or Jason to eat. But you'd hardly eaten anything- not more than a few bites since Bruce had persuaded you to stay there while he sorted out getting you emancipated.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, "I'm just not hungry. I think I should go finish my make up assignments-"

Alfred nodded, frown deepening. If you were on something, he wasn't sure he could blame you. But. He'd have to send someone to snoop for him. He suspected something over the counter that made you sleep. He watched you go and glanced at Dick who evidently had the same suspicions.

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"How many did your take?" Dick asked.

"Today?"

Sure-"

"Six," you answer, pulling your cardigan closer with a shiver.

"At once?"

"No. Three at a time."

Dick nodded, taking the box and tucking it into his pocket, "You're gonna-"

"Apparently 9 wasn't enough to kill me. It just gave me nightmares and I slept for like 20 hours."

He nodded slowly, tucking Scruffy into your arms, "Do you want to die?"

"Sometimes. But I wouldn't use Allergy pills for that. Not when I know how to get anything else that'd do it better-"

"What about today," Dick asked, trying to stay calm.

"No."

"Then why-"

"Nothing hurts if I'm asleep," you murmur.

And All Dick can do is pull you against his side and squeeze. He's not sure what to say. But. As if it wasn't bad enough Jason was dead, he's watched from a distance as you gave up a little more every day. As soon as you were asleep again, he'd tell Alfred. For now though, he just wanted to remind you you weren't alone.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #scruffy!verse #ask answered #minors dni #anon ask

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cloudblaze · 1 year

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Onestar finally deciding to tell the truth about Darktail feels less like a character reaching a breaking point and more like an exposition dump to allow the book to reach its conclusion.

I love the idea of Onestar as a coward, as someone who makes mistakes and then covers them up with more bad choices and avoids introspection. I think it adds more depth to his personality. Onestar's way of dealing with regret is to hide from his own guilt by burying the truth, making up excuses for himself, and finding someone else to blame. He's terrified of what will happen to him after death because after all this time, he still knows he's done wrong and he can't cope with it during his final life, knowing that death is right around the corner. So he hides. And I like that.

Which is why it's weird as hell to me that he does a sudden 180 from "it's not my fault Darktail is a problem, it's your fault, never talk to me again" to "I'll tell you everything I've been hiding for years and help you and be totally calm and reasonable, also I'm very sad and very sorry."

I just think a small change that would have felt much better would be if he confessed out of desperation. If he feels backed into a corner, if he tells his story but still keeps trying to excuse his behavior and get out of helping with the situation, if he joins the Clans against Darktail not out of a sudden burst of nobility but instead because his Clan is sick of this nonsense, all the Clans are sick of this nonsense, and he feels he has no choice.

I guess in summary: Why must we take a character who's been shown to be a problem for so long only to cure him and forgive him last minute so he can be a hero. Like how about instead of letting this loser die as a noble hero, his Clan always remembers him as the coward that he was. One who made a desperate move to redeem himself at the end of his life, but a coward nonetheless.

#here's the thing about morally gray (or just? morally... a mess?) characters that i think gets missed a lot #it's okay to let them live and die without having a sudden change of heart and being a hero #it's okay for them to die and for their loved ones to forever remember them as a real stinkin piece of work #oughhghhh #this is bothering me partly also bc of bits and pieces of onestar's book that I've seen #but I'll complain about that later I'm sure. it's next on my list #also side note the book says the bodies of onestar and darktail never resurfaced???#wh. huh? bodies... float though don't they? did they instantly get eaten by a fish????????

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realjaysumlin · 4 days

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Minister Louis Farrakhan handles the Donahue audience!

I have been an atheist for over 40 years of my adult life but I do share the same concern as a Black Indigenous Man who agrees with some of the things that some Black religious people have been trying to do with getting Black Indigenous People globally to come together as one people.

I don't believe in the unification of Black and shit people who call themselves white to be one due to the realization that whiteness is a social construct and whiteness is a cancer to the entire human race. You can't put skin colors as a race and live in harmony.

Dark Skin Humans worldwide including myself are sick and tired of wicked light skin humans. No one has ever treated you people the way you have treated and continued to treat us. Look at the video and look at how the shit people who call themselves white become angry and disrespectful by attacking whiteness.

You blame Black Indigenous People globally for causing the division between the human race is totally nonsense because the people who call themselves white divided the entire human race when they themselves created the ideas of scientific racism.

You shit people never ever accept the responsibility of accountability for something that you have done and continue to do today; yet you blame Black Indigenous People globally for your own mess. If I were born with translucent skin take on the identity of whiteness because it's an evil and wicked brand to embrace.

I would be a proud Black Indigenous Man who has light skin because nothing on earth is so strong and tenacious as the Black Indigenous People of the world. Wickedness and injustice should be called out on every level, without fear because it's the right thing to do.

People have called me a racist because they believe in whiteness even though I do not. I didn't invent racial categorizing the so called white people did that and I don't believe in their system of supremacy, I profoundly reject it, as we all should.

The idea of whiteness is completely irrelevant to me because I don't recognize whiteness or the people who embrace this evilness. I don't acknowledge slavery as Black Indigenous People History because it's evil and wicked.

Many Black Indigenous People globally accept the lies of slavery starting in 1619 even though it started from Christopher Columbus and other colonizers. I don't believe that the only slaves came from Africa because I took the time to educate myself on the history of both religions and slavery.

Dark Skin Humans worldwide including some people who call themselves white were also enslaved from every continent on earth. Africans left out of Africa 60,000 to 50,000 years ago long before the Transatlantic Slave trade began. I'm talking about our modern human species living on earth today just for clarification because I know that humans migrated out of Africa long before our modern day species.

Black and white will never become one people because the idea of whiteness would still be in the hearts and mindset of whiteness and the idea of supremacy will never die if we try to acknowledge both.

#black love #black positivity #black africans #black history #science #evolution #science side of tumblr

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cozyenigma · 3 months

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Blood Drive

Word Count- 1406

Request?- Nope!

Summary- A chance encounter has you cleaning up a mess that you didn't even make. And facing some tough pills to swallow with a certain colleague

(Vampire au? Vampire au.)

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- Blood, hospital setting

"I'm assuming you have questions."

"No shit I've got questions! What the hell, Ed?! Just- start talking before I call the cops!"

His lips thinned. "Really? The police?"

The notion seemed ridiculous when he put it like that but it was the only thing that came to mind. Blood was still dripping off his coat and your stomach lurched at the thought of how much was there. And on the floor. And the desk.

"It- can you really blame me? You look like a serial killer!"

Edward, the bastard, just shrugged. "What good are they gonna do here?"

The thought, which was probably a fair point, still made your heart stop. You were backed into a corner. The only thing between you and the man you thought you knew was the pair of keys you held between your fingers tight enough to break skin. No one to hear your cries for help. No exits.

"You want me to just do nothing then and- what, let you drink my blood? Kill me?"

He actually scoffed at that, like you were being ridiculous, like this wasn't ripped straight out of a horror movie. When he raised his hands in the air it was more annoyance than reassurance. You could see blood on his hands. It was half dried at this point, tacky and dark, making the lines in his palms stand out. You swallowed down the nausea.

"I'm a doctor. I'm not going to kill you. And if I was- I'd have already done it. Not to mention I don't like my chances of getting rid of your body without anyone in the hospital noticing. Waste of life on both sides."

"Wha- you're saying you're not gonna kill me because it's not practical?"

"That and I genuinely don't want to kill you?"

"Don't say it like a question!"

The doctor sighed and dropped his hands. Leaning against the desk, he very nearly looks like a regular man. If it weren't for the blood clotting on his coat you wouldn't think anything was wrong.

"What do you want to know?"

You wet your lips, glanced between the door and the blood across the floor.

"Are you a vampire?"

The question seemed ridiculous as you asked but Edward nodded along anyways. "Yes, in a sense. Not like Twilight or Nosferatu nonsense, it's more… plain, I guess you could say."

"How long have you been one?"

Looking up at the ceiling, he mouthed the numbers as he counted. "Five years now? I was a doctor first so that made things… awkward."

You tried not to imagine the unfortunate patients of his who happened to have a bit too much bleeding in the ER. Keep calm, you told yourself. You adjusted your grip on the keys.

"So how do you… You act like you're above killing people but you're- here. You're a vampire who happens to also be a doctor. You've got access to loads of people. Sick, vulnerable people."

Now Edward just looks offended. "Christ, no, I don't- I don't kill my own patients. I don't kill anyone. Think about it- I've been practicing for years and someone would notice if I left a trail of bodies behind me."

"I never said you killed them." Though you were thinking it.

Huffing, he bent down and snatched up a bloody piece of plastic. Only when he held it up did you recognize it as a blood bag. It was ripped open end to end, jagged and dripping still. You wondered with some discomfort if he used his teeth to do it.

The doctor tosses it at your feet, a few flecks managing to land on your shoes.

"I have a friend or two down in the lab. Usually it's just regular blood tests. Non-emergent ones. A few tubes go missing here or there or conveniently don't have labels. It happens all the time. That's usually enough for me to get by."

You looked down at the blood bag then back to the mess he'd made. At least this time he seemed almost embarrassed. Edward crossed his arms and grimaced.

"My usual lab tech is on vacation. I thought it would be fine. It wasn't. So… I cut out the middleman this time."

"Any reason why you're wearing half of it?"

The glare he gave you then could've melted glass. "I was fine until someone decided to try and pull a prank."

In your defense it was a very, very rare occasion to catch the doctor unawares. You had no idea what he was doing exactly but that wasn't a concern. Of course when you had tried to sneak up behind him..

"How was I supposed to know you were having a bloody juice box?"

"Why else would I be down here?"

"Excuse me if my first thought when seeing a colleague isn't vampirism!"

He pinched his nose, breathing out a heavy sigh. Unfortunately that only served to smear blood even higher on his face.

"Can we please save the arguing for another time? Unless you'd like us both to be caught with this mess?"

As if this was anywhere close to being your problem. You had half a mind to tell him to figure it out himself but something made you hold your tongue. Though you rationalized it as trying to protect other people, that you didn't know what he would do if he was cornered, you couldn't quite believe it. You already had cornered him. The rest of… whatever this was could come later. Edward wasn't the kind of man to hurt someone else (at least on purpose) and he needed your help.

Even if he was a bit of a prick.

You sighed and nodded, only managing to loosen your grip on the keys after forcefully willing your fingers to do so.

"Fine. I'll get a mop. You get something that isn't- get some clean clothes. And try not to smear more blood everywhere."

He blinked, stared at you for a moment, then simply nodded and got to his feet. The guy told you to help clean this up and then has the audacity to look surprised when you do. There's an uncertain moment where he's looking at the mess, frozen in his little island of blood. Then he's carefully shucking off his shoes and stepping well away from the puddle with relatively clean socks.

The cleaning wasn't difficult as much as it was time consuming. You'd clean off one area only to find a splatter of red on another surface. Edward had somehow managed to get it on the underside of the desk.

You'd turned to get another rag, more disinfectant, just in time to catch Edward at the sink. The water was flowing but instead of actually washing his hands, he had one raised. You watched him sniff at it then, like a kid sneaking frosting from a birthday cake, he licks at the back of his bloodied hand.

Then he looked back and froze. Your rag dripped on the floor. The water kept flowing. Neither of you moved. Very deliberately, you went right back to cleaning. Edward for his part washed up in record time.

In the end, you were already exhausted with the day and he was in a borrowed pair of hospital scrubs. The two of you just looked at where the gore had been for several moments. Neither of you said much at first. What was there to say? Any small talk felt woefully out of place and you weren't quite ready to poke the proverbial elephant in the room.

Finally, Edward clears his throat. "I'll dispose of these," he hefts a bag containing his bloodied clothes and shoes. "And we won't bring this up again."

You pursed your lips but agreed nonetheless. It was, frankly, kind of a miracle no one had been questioning the loss of the blood tubes or bags yet. Part of you was certain it wasn't the last time you'd be running into this situation. Hopefully with less cleaning next time though.

All the doctor offered was a nod and a quiet word of thanks. Then he just walked away. Just like that one of the strangest encounters of your life was over. Still, there was a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. This had happened simply because of someone going on vacation. God forbid they ever get sick or quit. You didn't doubt his restraint normally but… well, it was only a matter of time.

#dr iplier x reader #dr iplier #writersofmark #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #my wriitng #Blood warning

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