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countessqin · 9 months

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Rainy night~

Characters: Jing Yuan x fem!reader (romantically; wife-husband relations), Yanqing x fem!reader (familiar; mother-son relations)

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[Author Notes]

- Hi everyone! Just some brainrot/idea about this family ([Name], Jing Yuan and Yanqing) that lives in my head rent-free.- My apologies if at some point this will stop make any sense. Here you can find masterlist with my other writings for hsr (^•^)/♡ Thank you for reading! And have a nice day/evening!

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- Even though many years have passed you still remember moments when late at night your son, 5 year old Yanqing will come to your shared with your husband bedroom because he have had a nightmare.

"It was 11 at night. It was raining outside. You successfully putted Yanqing to sleep about an hour and a half ago. Now you and your husband were laying on your big king-sized bed. Jing Yuan was sitting comfortably with his back at the pillow and headboard, reading some detective book, while you were sitting the same, but with your head on his shoulder, drifting to sleep while humming a song. Mimi was sleeping at the foot of your bed. Peace and quiet.

Then you and your husband heard small and light knock at your door, and then you saw blonde boy standing there with small plush toy in his hands. You quickly stood up from the bed and went to your son:

- Yanqing, what's wrong? Did something happen?,- you asked in gentle voice while taking your son's hand in yours. He in his turn looked at you and began to sob. You got confused, and didn't know what to do when Jing Yuan came to both you and your son. Mimi also woke up, and made their way to you all.

- M-mom... d-dad.. i saw... I am scared... there-there were a lot-lot of bad guys and-and...,- he started to tell, while sobbing. You and Jing Yuan looked at each other.

- Yanqing, please don't cry, okay? Mama and papa are here, nothing bad will happen,- you softly said hugging your son,- it was just a bad dream.

Mimi, seeing that Yanqing was crying and sad, rubbed his cheek with their head, and started purring.

- Mn, you have me and your mom and we have Mimi, we are here and ready to protect you, so no need to be scared,- Jing Yuan added, while hugging both you and Yanqing. Mimi, hearing their name sat down proudly, as indicator that they are capable of protecting blonde boy, if there will be need.

Of course you have had enough guards around your estate, and both you and Jing Yuan knew martial arts, well you weren't as good as your husband, but you did know thing or two about some techniques, so you knew that you weren't in any danger and the possibility of someone getting into estate without someone noticing was very low.

But of course, Yanqing was a child and they... well we all tend to have nightmares.

- Yanqing, how about you will sleep with mom and dad?,- you proposed. Yanqing looked firstly at you then at Jing Yuan.

- C-can I?,- he asked still hugging his plush toy.

- Of course you can,- your husband answered.

Then you picked up blonde boy and you all returned to the bed, you to right side of the bed, Jing Yuan to left and Yanqing between you two. Mimi took the same place as before, at the foot of the bed.

You laid down on your side hugging Yanqing, while boy hugged you and his plush toy. Jing Yuan was big spoon hugging both you and Yanqing. Boy was still tossing around, so you decided to hum lullaby while making small circles with your hand on his back.

After some time Yanqing fell asleep listening to your humming, as well as to sound of rain outside the window.

Jing Yuan sighed with relief watching you and your son peacefully sleeping, then he closed his eyes and drifted to dreamland.

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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a bird in the hand

“Hey uh, can I speak to Commissioner Gordon?” Officer Patricia Nolan looked up from what she’d been doing and stared. “It’s important,” the teen leaned forward conspiratorially, “Bat business, y’know?” The bullpen was always loud but right now it was silent, everyone stopping to watch their visitor. Just her luck Pat’s desk was the first one when you entered.

“Yes, I can see if he’s available,” she said faintly, glancing quickly over at what the boy was carrying in his arm but not sure how to broach the subject. She wasn’t as familiar with the capes as some of the others. “I’ll see if he’s available,” she continued as she picked up the phone on her desk. Her hands did not shake, her voice did not quiver. She was a Gotham City girl through and through, not much rattled her these days. But that’s not to say that the situation in itself wasn’t strange. Matt from from Vice speed walked by and was staring so hard he walked straight into the wall.

“Gordon,” the Commissioner answered with a sigh.

“Hey, It’s Pat Nolan,” Pat began. “You’re needed down in the bullpen, there’s a uh hero who wants to talk to you.” She glanced at the teen who was looking around the bullpen curiously. “It’s not a Bat.”

“Christ,” Gordon groaned. “Well who is it? Nevermind, I’m on my way. Too damn late for this; I thought Batman told all the other capes to stay out of the city?”

“He did, sir but I don’t exactly take orders from Batman,” the boy grinned. Pat gripped the phone a little tighter realizing he could hear Gordon through the phone. “And you probably guessed from the symbol that I’m Superboy,” he lowered his colored sunglasses with one hand. “The Suberboy.”

“Superboy will be waiting for you,” She said dutifully before replacing the phone. “The Commissioner will be down in a moment, do you want to sit?” Pat wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation so she just automatically defaulted to polite. It’s the reason her desk was so close to the front.

“Nah, I’m good plus I gotta hold onto my precious cargo,” Superboy said, giving ‘his cargo’ a light bounce in his arm. Being able to hold that kind of weight singlehandedly without any sort of strain, that kind of alien power you only saw once you crossed the river to Metropolis.

“Alright, I’m here, what do you- Christ on a Bike is that Robin?” Gordon jolted as he rounded the corner in his rumpled trench coat. “Is he alright?” He said but his tone was calm. Because while it was worrisome that the Boy Wonder was in the station at all, much less being held at Superboy’s hip like a toddler, the kid looked okay. His tights were a bit scuffed and he smelled vaguely of smoke but he looked entirely at ease in the other’s arm. His cheek was resting comfortably in the crook of Superboy’s neck looking, for all intents and purposes, deeply asleep.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine,” Superboy shrugged. “Rob’s just been working this arms dealing case for like, a week straight. No one is exactly sure when’s the last time he slept so once he got everything sorted, he just crashed. So anyway,” he reached into his jacket and didn’t seem phased by half of the bullpen reaching for their weapons.

He pulled out a USB and dangled it in front of Gordon. “Before he was forcibly put on the Dreamland Express, Robin wanted you to have this. It’s all his notes on the guns, who’s supplying them and evidence leading back to the guys in charge. We got some of the small fish tonight but you need a badge to get the the bigger ones.”

“Thanks,” Gordon mumbled, grabbing the USB hesitantly, like it was going to explode. “If I may ask, how did you get involved with this? Did the arms dealing originate in Metropolis?” Detective Mac groaned quietly in the back. They hated intercity especially investigations but it was worst with Metropolis, all ‘Superman this’ or ‘Superman that’. Pat kind of gets it now, the Supers have such a strong presence to them.

“Oh no, I think Robbie said these guys came from the south like Florida or something,” Superboy frowned. “I’m here because this one-” another light shake of Robin who still did not stir. “Got so wrapped up in this case he forgot our date night,” he rubbed at his eyes. “Found him making one of those string evidence charts on the fridge because he ran out of room on the counter.”

“And Batman?” Gordon questioned, like he didn’t want to know the answer.

“I think he’s in Japan on League business,” Superboy tilted his head in thought, “or was it Norway? Anyway not here. Rob always goes a little overboard when Bats isn’t around to spray bottle him into taking a break like hello, you’ve got nothing to prove, we already know you’re super sexy and way smarter than Batman.”

No one quite knew what to say to that so they just stayed quiet. Superboy glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’m gonna be in so much trouble when I get home once I drop this idiot off,” he ended his sentence with a soft kiss to the top of Robin’s hair. “Hey, did anyone catch the end to the Knights/Meteors baseball game? I caught some of the eighth inning when Rob and I raided the warehouse where they were storing some of the guns, I think the Meteors were up.”

“They were,” Detective Driver said with a smug grin. “it was 8-9 Meteors but Matheson hit a triple at the bottom of the ninth and it ended 9-12 for the Knights.”

“Hell, we keep crumping at the last minute,” Superboy huffed. “I’m telling you that new pitcher they brought in from St. Louis ain’t cutting it; hope they trade him back at the end of the season.”

“Might as well trade the whole team while you’re at it,” Driver goaded. “Metropolis hasn’t put up a good showing since the miracle season of ‘93. If I were you, kid, I’d fly to a city with a better team.”

“Man, get off my back,” Superboy grinned. A couple people gasped quietly when he lifted himself up off the floor. “And be careful what you say; I doubt Robin will move to me if we decide to move in together which means y’all,” he clicked his tongue and did a one armed finger gun, “will have to deal with me on a more long term basis. Anyway, thanks for the help and uh the service you do. See ya.”

He turned and flew out the way he’d came, down the stairs to the main lobby and presumably out the front doors. And the whole time, Robin hadn’t moved from his slumber as if there were nowhere safer than his friend’s -boyfriend’s?- arms.

“Well that sure was something,” Montoya grumbled from the back.

“Bad enough we got Batman and his little kid freaks running around but now he have Supers too?” Chandler groaned, resting her forehead on the desk.

“Did you guys see-,” Stacy, the secretary and unofficial Batsignal operator said, poking her head in. She winced, “I guess you did.” She smiled and held her hands over her heart. “Well I think they’re cute, SuperWonder is so two years ago, SuperRobin is the only true ship.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying and I don’t want to know,” Gordon sighed, shoving the USB into his coat pocket and shuffling out of the bullpen. “If you need me, I’ll be going over this evidence and wondering why I’m still in the game if lovesick teenagers are doing my job for me.”

#literally could not get the image of Kon just like casually talking to the GCPD while holding Tim on his hip whos just zonked #Kon: I'm helping :DDD #Tim 10.5 hours later when he wakes up: I can never show my face in that building ever again #I'm very proud of remembering the officer's names from Gotham Central #idk about personalities I did my best haha #Stacy ships it as she should #the GCPD finds they like Superboy #esp as he stops by more and more with Robin #yeah he's terrifying powerful but he can talk the talk while having that sarcastic bitchy attitude you need to survive in gotham #Robin shows up with evidence #GCPD: hey where's ur man???#anyway Kon is a good boyfriend while also being so stupid but he's very punk rock and I love him so fucking much

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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Hi 🫶🏼

Could u write Harley Quinn x fem reader who is her soft masc gf with the prompt “I need you to kiss me. Right now. Please.”

She/her pronouns pls❤️

hi! i'm sorry this is a little shorter but i hope the softness makes up for it <3

words: 462

summary: A quiet and happy morning spent with your girlfriend.

Let's Just Stay Here

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The first thing you heard when you opened your eyes in the morning was your girlfriend’s voice. “I need you to kiss me.”

“Whaaa?” you said, with a voice barely recognizable as your own. A quick glance at the clock on your bedside table confirmed that it was certainly too early for you to even be awake on a weekend, so you weren’t exactly on top of the ball at this point.

“Right now. Please,” Harley continued, and once you got your bearings there was no way you were going to deny her request. The morning sunlight filtered in through the chunky blinds in your bedroom, and you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend and pulled her into you as your lips molded together.

Okay, maybe you changed your mind about the whole morning thing. As far as wake up calls go, you would consider this one pretty perfect.

Blankets were practically thrown off the bed as you two tried to get as close to one another as physically possible, and once you were sufficiently intertwined, you absentmindedly ran your fingers through her hair as she laid on your chest.

“This is nice,” she mused, reaching up to run her hand down your face. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You paused before answering. “I don’t know,” you said. “We’re not always around at the same times I think.”

“Yeah, the whole saving the world thing gets in the way of this life sometimes.”

You laughed. “And of course, the crime does the same thing.”

She nodded sagely, even though she knew you were lightly teasing her. She had teased you enough times about being too good of a liar when it came to your job as a private detective, which sometimes directly conflicted with her lines of work. “Yeah, it’s not easy balancing some of this stuff.”

She snuggled back into you, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you like a warm blanket. You never wanted to leave this moment, and even though you knew that there were things you needed to do today, nothing seemed important enough to cut this short.

You didn’t realize that Harley had fallen asleep until well after she had, and you spent a good few moments making sure she was as comfortable as possible before closing your eyes and returning to dreamland yourself.

Lists filled your head for a moment as you considered all the things that needed to be done today, and your stomach growled as your body wondered when you were going to get up and make breakfast.

But as good of an idea as breakfast sounded right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and leave Harley. You could always order something for later anyway.

- the end -

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unhingedhousehold · 1 year

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count the sheep

summary: you can't sleep and bradley passed his sweet mom's genius method to help you.

lol. omg. was scrolling through tumblr when i found this post and one of the reblogs said they used to go through alphabet and name a person they love whose name starts with each letter and... that's how i gave birth to my 2nd story lol who would've thought I'll have 2 babies!

this story is so funny in my head sffdgfgr i had so much fun writing this sfagafwfsgsgsgsgdg okay enough with the giggles

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader (reader has hair)

warnings: mentions of bradley's parents, mentions of pineapples on pizza (lol), mentions of mint choco flavor (lol again), implied smut, a bit of marriage proposal thought (bradley is a simp), bradley saying fuck!!, my knowledge about natops and navy based on my 5 mins google research so apologize for any mistakes, english isnt my 1st language so you know the sorry for any inaccurate words and bad grammar drill!!

words: around 2k i think

i don't consent my work being translated or copied, please be respectful of someone's work!

Bradley felt like it's been hours since you've been turning and tossing on your side of bed when in fact, it's only been around 30 minutes. He already turned off the lamp, a playlist created to help both of you to sleep soundly still playing, yet you're still wide awake squirming trying to sleep. You were in his embrace earlier, but escaped because you simply just can't stop moving and shift your body a bit from Bradley's. He heard you grunt, and that's his cue to get you back to his embrace, his arms wrapped around your body and chin on your hair.

“I say this with so much love, please stop squirming or I'll have to tie you on the headboard.” He heard you chuckling and even though he can't see you but somehow, he's able to detect there would be a witty answer from your upcoming reply.

“Oh kinky, wouldn't be the first time though.”

See?! You and your smart mouth will be the death of him!

“Pervert. Seriously, what's up? You're usually the first one to go to the dreamland. Try to relax and stop thinking, okay? We had a long day; let's rest our tired body, yeah?”

You sighed, feeling guilty and trying to escape again from his embrace so he'll be able to have his sleep, “That's what I've been trying. Sorry. Maybe I should be sleeping on the cou–” he stops you with a kiss on your lips, “Nah, don't apologize,” and tightens his grip to prevent you from getting away again, "and not a chance."

You relented and hugged him back, with muffled voice, you reason, “This is why you shouldn't let Bob chose a movie. I don't do well with horror.”

“He won today's quiz from Cyclone. Phoenix would've killed me if I interfered with Bob's choice of movie. Besides, you have your eyes closed the entire time the movie is on! And you know it yourself you will never be able to say no to Bob.”

You smiled fondly at his statement, recalling the time when Bob offered you to try his mint choco flavored ice cream and you ended up liking it to normal amount (up to this day, Fanboy still convincing you you're basically having toothpaste as a dessert. Hangman as the Vice President of Mint Choco Ice Cream Lovers kicked his ass for that). “Bob is really the worst enabler in my life.”

You can feel Bradley's laughter from the way his chest grumbled. He then hummed along the song that's currently playing, usually his humming would help you sleep faster, yet it's not working.

You're tracing something on his back, from your initial to his, and mixed both of your initials when he started talking again, “You know, maybe I know a way. This is something my mom came up with when she was dealing with her insomnia.” He said it with so much ease, so different from years ago when he didn't even wanna talk about his mom. You started writing his Mom's name on his back.

“How?”

As he felt you writing the O letter, he answered, “Count the sheep.”

You stopped your movement from writing the I letter, “So I should literally counting them to thousands? I've made it past 300 only back then.”

(You remembered it because you had 3 coffees in one day thanks to back to back studying session you had to do during exam period.)

“No, you're not literally counting the sheep. It's more like you try to think of things that fit the topic you chose and count them, but don't google the answers. Just lay in bed and think of them.”

“Does it work for you?”

He answered when you just finished his Mom's name, and now you're going to write his Dad's, “Most of the times, yes.”

Bradley felt it when you're done writing NICHO, index finger about to start writing L when you quietly asked, “What kind of topic did you chose then?”

“Inactive United States Navy aircraft squadrons between 1980 to 2009. What's on NATOPS Pocket Checklist. NATOPS Emergency Procedure Basics–” before he can continue with more Navy related that you have no idea about, you looked up and kiss his lips tenderly to shut him up, “You're such a nerd.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your hair and defends himself. “Not always like that. Sometimes I think of ways to please you. My favorite topic to think about, honestly.”

You rolled your eyes, your hands that previously on his back smacked his ass lightly.

“Or you can use my mom's way, she told me to go through the alphabet and name a person I love whose name starts with each letter.” Bradley started writing something on your back, like you did earlier to his.

When you felt him writing your last name, that's when you found your voice back. “Hmm. Interesting.”

“Yeah, I used to do that a lot when I was a kid but I don't think I can do it now.”

“Why?”

“Because your letter is the only letter I can think of. I don't need to through from A to Z to think of someone I love.”

With your fist, you hit his chest lightly, “You're such a sap.”

“Only with you, sweets.”

His index finger started to write M, followed by R, S, continues with B, R, and then A. You had an idea what he was about to write, so you decide to try his Mom's method.

“Okay, I'll try.”

He just finished writing W with heart emoji in the end when he replied, “Go on. I'm listening.”

You wrote A on his chest, rocking your brain to come up with someone whose name starts with A.

“A.. I can't think of any A... Aaron?”

Bradley tensed up, the movement of his index finger trying to write the V letter suddenly stopped and shifted his body a bit to get a look at your face, “Who the hell is Aaron?”

“What? Urgh, I don't think this method will work. It's just one male name and you're already this worked up. How am I supposed to go through until Z?”

“The Aaron I know in your life was your ex-fling! You could've mentioned Ally!” Your brows furrowed, looking at him with confusion clouded your face, “She makes omelet you claimed is to die for at the diner we frequent to?”

You laughed at his goofy but correct answer, “You're unbelievable.”

You're back to his chest, writing B as the next letter. “Okay. B.. hmm...”

You both knew damn well who is the person going to be, but riling him up is your favorite thing to do so you made your voice to be the sweetest and full of hope voice that you'll certainly say one precise name.

“Oh I know, this is the easiest,” You practically can feel Bradley's anticipated eyes, smile at the ready and kisses that awaits you after you said one name, his fingers ready to write so much after he finished i love you on your back earlier.

(He's just that good with his timing, huh? You can't let him have his victory, though.)

“It's Bob! Next for C...”

Bradley released you from his embrace, fingers stilled in the air, and giving you that look when you told him you like your pizza with pineapples on it, “What the fuck?”

You showed him your innocent eyes, a kind of eyes that will let you get away with anything and everything, blinking them, “What? I'm doing it right! Bob starts with B!”

He huffed, hands covering his face dramatically, “You know there's someone else whose name starts with B.”

You taunt him, “Yeah? Who?”

Oh, he loves you so much for that.

He pouts, voice like a little kid whose mom rejected his idea to go biking with friends, “Oh come on, big elephant in the room?”

Your eyes lit up when he said that, as if you got what he meant by the elephant in the room.. because you should! How could you forget his name? A name that you're screaming to when he went down on you! A name you fervently vocalize when he's ball deep insi –

“Hmm.. Benjamin Penny?”

Shocked at your answer, his mouth goes wide open, formed a big O, “Are you kidding me?”

And what happened next was your laughter filled the room with Bradley hovering over you as he tickled you with so much force; from your waist to your sole, your stomach isn't lost on him as he blew so much raspberry on it. Not only that, he attacks you with kisses on your neck, biting the juncture between your shoulder and neck, the back of your ear tickles at how much force he puts to make you laugh that you can't say anything but laughing. When you got lost in the feeling, he's back on tickling your waist.

He's really good at memorizing your body, thanks to the amount of times he spent to explore on it. You decided you couldn't take another tease from him when you felt his right hand trying to make its way on between your closed legs, and as you tried to get away from his teasing by hitting his shoulder, an idea came up, “Stop it, Cradleeeey!” But it seems like he didn't hear you, looking at how his hands busy kneading the flesh of your thighs.

“Hey Dradley, stop it! Okay, I surrender!” He's now looking at you, confusion over his pretty face because he just registered what you just called him.

“What did you just call me?”

“Cradley. Dradley. Eradley? Bradley starts with E sounds so weird.” Both of his hands are now on your side, face inches away from yours, “Fradley is funny though. Oooh, Gradley?” You kissed his nose, and his cheeks as you said each name.

“Did you just change the first letter of my name?”

“Yeah. Now I know what you meant by elephant in the room! You said to go through the alphabet and name a person I love whose name started with each letter, right? Hradley sounds weirder than Eardley, don't you think?”

He laughed so hard at your expression and to muffle his chuckles, he hid his face on your neck. You can't help but to join him as you wrap your hands around his neck.

“Wait until we get to T.” He said after so much effort to stop his giggles.

“Oh my god! You're right. Hey, Tradley,” you giggled, amused by it and he kissed your forehead because he didn't want to interrupt your laughter and looked at you like you hung the moon (you did, according to him), “I don't think I'll be able to pronounce Xradley and Zradley well though.” You said the X and Z with struggles, and for your attempt to pronounce Yradley and Wradley next, he rewards you with a kiss to your lips, deepening it when he felt you opening your sweet lips to welcome him.

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And the next few weeks when Bradley was deployed and had a hard time sleeping, he chose his topic about ways on how to propose you. He woke up smiling as he vividly remembers what he came up with. He thanked his genius Mom for her count the sheep method; that's how he knows his Mom has always been, is always, and will always be with him, just like she promised.

the ending is a bit weird but whew 🥹🥲🫣 if you make it to the end, thank you for reading!

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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in sickness and in health

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings / Tags: 4 x 16, 4 x 16 "A House Divided", Angst, Hurt / Comfort, M x M Smut, Anal fingering, Anal Sex, Carlos loves TK so much, there a lot of feelings in this one friends

Summary: All Carlos has ever wanted is to love TK and live a life by his side, now that's threatened by yet another thing that he can't control.

Author's Note: thank you to @kiloskywalker for being such a supportive friend. you've made this season so much fun and i adore our chats that we have. i made myself cry with this fic. i hope you all enjoy it. thank you to @meditating-honey-badger for beta'ing this for me.

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Later that evening, Carlos lies awake and stares at the ceiling. TK is pillowed on his chest, drooling on his pecs with his arms firmly wrapped around Carlos’ waist, sound asleep. Carlos wishes he was also asleep but can’t get his mind to be quiet enough for him to drift off into dreamland and dream of their upcoming wedding.

Huntington’s Disease.

Of all the curveballs life could have thrown at them right before the wedding, this was not one Carlos could have ever predicted.

He holds back the big sigh that wants to escape his lips so that he doesn’t disturb TK. He feels pressure behind his eyes and his vision blurs with tears that he refuses to let fall. He’s not going to mourn their future before they even get there. There was still a large chance that Owen would be negative and then TK wouldn’t have to worry.

Still, Carlos is tired of the universe beating down their door every other day for some reason that might derail their wedding. Carlos isn’t sure what they did to have so much shit thrown their way but he was growing tired of it. Every new thing made him want to pack TK up and drive him far away to someplace safe and marry him without anyone knowing.

He just wants to be with TK - without the threat of him being taken from him around every corner.

In his arms, TK shifts, rolling over, and Carlos looks to see him snuggle into his own pillow - something TK rarely does. Carlos uses the opportunity to slip out of bed, tucking the bedsheets around TK, and out of their bedroom easily. He knows that he probably doesn’t have long before TK realizes that he’s not in bed anymore and comes to find him.

Carlos pads quietly over to where he’s left his iPad on the counter. He presses the home button and brings it to life, clicks on safari, and does the last thing he should be doing - googles Huntington’s Disease.

Carlos knows about it but not enough to feel confident knowledge. He grabs his iPad and moves to the dining room, pulls out a chair, and sits down. There he reviews article after article.. He looks at academic articles that show the most recent studies, reads about people who live with it, and even looks up cures and treatments.

None of it really helps him feel better; it just confirms that this is truly out of his control. There is absolutely nothing he can do to save TK from the disease. The only thing he can do is be there to support him, love him through all of the stages, and be the best husband he can ever be to TK with whatever time they have together.

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deathbyoctopi · 1 year

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making a rec list so I don’t forget

It’s more or less a year since I got started in the Chinese series, and I want to share Opinions with y’all!! 😁😁

I’ll place them more or less in preference order, with tiers and whatnot, so of COURSE we have to start with:

GOD TIER (aka. The absolute best)

The Untamed. Amazing. Can’t say much without rambling for six hours, so I’ll just say this was a wonderfully addictive thing to discover. Saw the series and donghua, read the manhua and the books, got me hearing some bits of the audiobook too and I’m going insane with the fanfics and fanart. Dead evil overlord resuscitates and meets childhood classmate, they solve mysteries and go on adventures together, which both isn’t and is an euphemism.

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DEMI-GOD TIER (because there’s really only one untamed):

Heaven Official’s Blessing. Going with the books here, bc the gods immortal know when (If!) we’re getting a series of that one. But the story is interesting, the characters very likable, the main ship is downright adorable... And what little donghua we’ve got so far was delightful (praying for that one not to be discontinued, plzzz). Twink God with the worst luck imaginable meets piss-your-pants-scary Ghost King and they go on adventures together. Still an euphemism.

The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Another book/manhua rec, bc I’m looking just as forward to get the series, and who knows... This one has a base concept that comes straight from fanfic dreamland!!! In the best way possible, too! Reccomending this having read only 2 books so far, but it feels warranted. Evil overlord goes back in time to his youth and decides not to repeat the mistakes of his first life. The mistakes follow him, tho. Also, he’s so horny for his shizun, who he Hates™ very much.

Word of honor. A series so bent on showing everything they can of the main characters relationship without showing it that it may have changed the gears in censorship ^^U I found the story a bit confusing, with a myriad sects and intrigues, but the character dynamics are so fascinating!!! (Speaking only for the series, haven’t read the book). Angsty repentant master spy with a Mysterious Past wants to go die in peace, but handsome leech with a Mysterious Past says otherwise.

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MUST TIER (Very recommendable! I’d force-feed all those to you if I knew where you live)

Blood of youth. A series (maybe a book and manhua, idk) about a dumbass young hero that wants to prove himself in the martial art world, a mysterious youth obsessed with money and a handsome (and also mysterious) monk with almost godlike powers entangled in a conspiracy that reaches deep in the Imperial palace... Engaging story and characters, particularly the supporting roles, because even though they’re not the focus, they’re memorable enough to feel relevant.

Scum Villain Self-Saving System. Books (NEVER mind the very short, strangely paced digital art donghua) about a man transmigrated to the martial art world from a trash webnovel he loves to complain about. He’s the villain there, and doesn’t want to be for the life of him precisely because it will kill him unless he can get in the main character’s good graces. And he does that. All too well XD

Sleuth of the Ming dynasty. A series (is there a book? I’d like to read it) about an official of the Imperial Government who solves cases. No world-breaking powers, no flying swords, just very real crime and clues and palace intrigues (the Imperial family are recurring characters). The main two characters are an absolute delight: the Detective, who is brilliant and socially clumsy, and nevertheless manages to leech off the Soldier to the point that gets in his house and manages to get a lifelong loyalty out of him.

Thousand autumns. There’s a donghua, which is as weird and uncanny as the svsss one, but since the books got recently translated I’m going more with those. Handsome Horrible Man Extraordinaire harasses, gaslights, bullies and almost kidnaps Pretty-Faced Frail Twink, and they end up invariably together. I can barely remember the story, something something Book Of Martial Arts Awesomeness that everyone and their mother wants, but that’s irrelevant. The story is worth it just because of those two idiots.

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OK TIER (Recommend if you’re bored and want something entertaining, but not life-changing)

Birth of the drama king. A half-serious, half-silly series about two warring sects that sic spies on each other. One might be too successful, almost getting attached to the other sect’s leader, because (presumably) they are long-lost brothers. The story is decent, but an absolute point on its favour is the (very handsome, if only a bit lackluster) role of Song Jiyang as doctor Yan. And the fact that he’s so serious, while being the Universe’s punchbag. Seriously, he gets hilariously abused in almost every episode. Love it.

Till the end of the moon. A long, epic battle between good an evil with a romance so strong that can (well, ought to) defy destiny and the will of the gods. If it wasn’t for all the miscommunication!!!! >:3 This one was very difficult for me to place in this list, because what is good about this series is marvelous, and what is bad (boring or frustrating) is almost painful to sit through. Of the latter, the aforementioned lack of talking skills of these two endlessly suffering dumbasses and the epic battles, which do nothing for me, though might be great for other people. And the good things... if the whole series had been like the first ten or so episodes, this would be now in the demi-god tier. The premise!!! The execution!!!! The acting!!!!! Give me the whole early stage of Tantai Jin and Ye Xiwu’s marriage, up to that new year, and nothing else!!! After that, it’s a slow but sure decline.

Stick to the script. An extremely self-aware comedy sketch show with the transmigration premise and an almost surreal beat. The main point is of course Wang Haoxuan, but it also has good puns, quick humor and at least a couple scenes so absurd I had to laugh out loud. But the episodes are so short!!! I found that very distracting, they last only 2-3 minutes each. I enjoyed it MUCH MORE finding a compilation on youtube. It lasts 2 hours in total, so it’s very manageable like that :)

Be my cat. Another series with an absurd premise, and amusingly self-aware, but sweet and occasionally fun enough to be worth a watch. The plot is about a girl who receives from her cultivator brother (who’s gone missing) a sphere with a yao cat, that escapes and possesses the dying body of a young general. The resulting human-shaped cat forms a reluctant bond with her, and she enlists his help to find her brother and the other three lost animal spheres, with their respective yao that wreck havoc.

Dance of the phoenix. A series about a young cultivator girl whose powers and memories are stolen, so she has to fend for herself while attracting an alarming number of suitors, old rivals and admirers. The plot is serviceable at best, and the characters not very interesting... but the effects are quite good, and damn my weakness, it has Wang Haoxuan too!! The ending was mightily confusing, tho. I have no idea what that was about.

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PASS TIER (Watching that wasn’t technically a mistake, but... ugh)

Immortal Samsara. Yess, it’s well-made and well-acted, but the story is soooo slow!!! And soooooo boring!!!!! The character’s actions don’t make sense more often than not, she subtleties of their behaviour clashes with some very drastic and unreasonable course of action, the lack of communication in this one is downright painful to behold... Only the second third gets a bit interesting, the stakes are higher and the characters finally less stiff and more enjoyable, but bloody hell... It’s not worth it, not at all.

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So, having pulpified the World's Finest, will you be moving on to the third member of the DC Trinity? And are you averse to continuing in this vein with the rest of the Big 7?

Anon asked: What reinventing Wonder Woman as a pulp hero? Would she be the ultimate challenge or significantly easy?

Don't think I'd have as much to say about the others and then I'd just be making up new characters which is, what I'm already doing with these anyway. Maybe I will at some point if prompted,but anyhow, I knew I was gonna have to get around to Wonder Woman, so let's do it, and let's make it 3 like the other two:

Wonder Woman is considerably more difficult than the other two because with Batman and Superman you have reasonably charted road maps connecting them to pulp characters they're already created from, where as Wonder Woman's roots are older, far more rooted in myth and fairytale and fantasy, which risks muddling up the concept as to how "pulp" this pulp hero Wonder Woman can be (and I already do that a lot). Picking facets of Wonder Woman's basic traits to compare and reinterpret is gonna be a little harder than it was for the other two. There's not really much to go off by looking for Amazonian characters, since the Amazons tended to be written as very basic villains in fiction before Wonder Woman, and subverting that was part of the point of Wonder Woman in the first place. And if we try to find female protagonists in the pipeline of American pulp fiction as a reference point, we're gonna come up painfully short. As I've argued before when asked about female pulp characters, you really gotta know where to look, so we're gonna have to expand our options considerably to make this

One place we can start is by going for the biggest thing upfront Wonder Woman has in common with several of the more popular pulp heroes: A general involvement with a World War, and let's go with World War 1 since that's the one that actually figured the most in the creation of pulp heroes at the time, not contemporary pastiches. Unsurprisingly, there were many, many folk tales, legends and myths being passed around in the fields and elsewhere during WW1, some of them older legends resurfaced, and others were entirely made up. The Chimera Brigade uses this as a central plot points and in particular this has also helped that series add an odd authenticity to it's pulp characters, and maybe this is something that could work at first for an pulp hero take on Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman as The Proto-Superhero Folk Angel of Wartime, the living myth of dreamland that coalesces into human form to save us from the sins of our fathers and rulers. Easy to dismiss as a faceless hallucination up until the moment she saves a village by wrestling a tank into scrap metal.

(Wonder Woman art by Paul Sizer)

A Wonder Woman who first became active circa the 1910s, during the same time period as dime novel detectives like Nick Carter, emerging master villains, and odd proto-superheroes like The Nyctalope and Sar Dubnotal, which she has more in common with. She's entering a turbulent world for the first time and the problems she needs to address seem beyond the scope of any man or woman, and maybe part of the story could be about her having to figure out exactly that. Maybe she's not ready for the world, or the world isn't ready for her, but here she is, and with the world bombing itself into nothingness she's running out of time.

Sometimes a lot of what differentiates pulp heroes from superheroes comes down merely to perspective, of who gets to tell the story about the extraordinary figure and what setting or context surrounds them, so we're going here with what is sort of a more straightforward take on Wonder Woman, but warped and told from the varied perspectives around her. Soldiers on the battlefield being saved by her, nurses in battalions reporting a mysterious young miracle worker by the name of Diana Prince and patients breathlessly talking about the glittering angel that saved them, detectives trying to crack the case of the latest ghost story or potential master villain, master villains sensing that this apparition can rock the foundation of the world as they know it or even be something they can exploit. This is a Diana who you could place having a complicated rivalry with Irma Vep of Les Vampires, or even at the crosshairs of Fantomas, the evil of man's world personified.

The next alternative is to turn sights on the more sci-fi end of these and align a story centered around Themyscira and Wonder Woman's mission with a pulp sci-fi utopian vein, and the main inspirations that come to mind here would be the more political and social-minded strands of utopian pulp sci-fi, like "The Sultana's Dream" which reads very much like an earlier take on Themyscira, or Bogdanov's The Red Star, which is about the protagonist's journey to a communist utopia on Mars where blood is shared among it's inhabitants, to learn from their example as well as impart his own, modeled after Bogdanov's own beliefs as well as his career as a physician who would go on to establish Russian's first blood-transfusion institute, and I bring this up as a parallel to Marston's own background with the invention of the polygraph and the influence it had on the character.

Wonder Woman as The Sci-Fi Utopian Manifesto Agent, the ambassador of a revolutionary way of living, who's here to show us how to follow it forward through science, diplomacy, and political and social liberation, whether it's Star Trek day-to-day adventures or an in-depth political exploration of Paradise Island as a concept with real, significant political power to it. And yes, I will have to point out how a lot of these sci-fi utopian tales also can read a lot like pro-colonial tracts about how great it is to have primitives drafted into a superior culture the author agrees with, and yes, that is also a thing Wonder Woman courts having in common with, it is inescapable given the character was designed with the fundamental goal of transforming the world according to the creator's viewpoint and perspective.

I bring this up not to pass judgement, but because Wonder Woman was a character built on radical and controversial and yes, even uncomfortable ideas, and so were these stories I'm using as a reference here. These are, by design, political fantasies and manifestos using the pulp medium to get away with unconventional ideas and stories, starting a discussion or even controversy is their point. Wonder Woman was a character designed to trojan horse radicalism into the funny books, so the idea here is to simply ditch the trojan horse and see where it goes. Not to reiterate Marston's viewpoints or politics, if anything this is where you're supposed to fill in with different ones to try something new, but fundamentally this is a Wonder Woman who has to be About Something and who puts Paradise Island front and center, and with it, the suggestion of a world that can be arranged differently, and perhaps in better, ways than ours.

It portrays Ladyland—a utopian (or, perhaps, dystopian for some) state with mirrored gender hierarchies: the country is ruled exclusively by women who fend off men preoccupied with predatory attitudes, repel enemy strikes, and eradicate crime. Ladyland has enacted general education for women, alternative environmental management, and the use of eco transport.

The visionary story published over a hundred years ago in the English-language women’s journal The Indian Ladies’ Magazine, the first of its kind in British India, has long become a classic of feminist literature in South Asia, anticipating not only the women’s liberation movement but also the environmental agenda which is generally considered compulsory today.

(Images counter-clockwise: cutout art representing Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain's "The Sultana's Dream" drawn by Chitra Ganesh, "Wonder Woman: Historia" by Kelly Sue DeConnick and Phil Jimenez, and a cover for Alexander Bogdanov's "Red Star")

One notable early example of Indian science fiction is Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain’s “Sultana’s Dream” (1905). Set in a future, women–dominated utopia called “Ladyland,” Sultana’s Dream is about the conflict between the women of Ladyland, who are the scientists of the country, and the men, who rebel against the women and form an army but are defeated by the science of the women and forced to retreat into purdah. A similar utopian sentiment appears in Tekumalla Raja Gopala Rao’s Vihanga Yanam (1910), in which the Indian woman Padmavati designs and creates a technologically–advanced submarine, not unlike Captain Nemo’s Nautilus, and travels to the bottom of the sea. She gathers an enormous amount of wealth from shipwrecks and uses this money to transform Indian into a techno–utopia - Women in Pre–1947 Chinese and Indian Horror Fiction and Film, by Jess Nevins

Red Star follows the journey of Leonid, a Bolshevik revolutionary who is offered the chance to go to Mars and, once there, encounters a utopian socialist society explicitly posited as the immediate, achievable future of humankind on Earth. (Bogdanov's) description of Martian society is at once located in humanity’s present and future—it is in the present day, but the Martians represent humanity’s immediate developmental end goal. Blood transfusion as a technique was one that Bogdanov not only described, but intended to implement among his own society, specifically with the intention of bringing about the socialist utopia described in his novel - Economic Circulations: Blood-Based Systems of Value in Alexander Bogdanov’s Red Star, by Virginia L.Conn

And the final one we're going with is taking a step back from the character's intent and history to laser focus on Diana as a character. Specifically, a public domain Wonder Woman, shut off from the rest of the DCU and the Justice League, and perhaps even shut off from Themyscira. Maybe for this one we can run with an angle more akin to takes where she's exiled, or something akin to the original backstory for America Chavez, who was explicitly designed to be Marvel's modern riff on Wonder Woman, where the utopian homeland was there and it matters but it's something she can't go back to, and can only carry with her as part of her dual heritage. The intent here is to push Diana closer to the knight-errant archetypes you see in pulp fiction, the cowboys and youxia / wuxia folk heroes and sword-and-sorcery wanderers striding their path across the world wherever it will take them (by no means am I suggesting sword-and-sorcery as an influence past this specific aspect, get rid of that stupid fucking sword by all means). Stripped of the superhero signifiers and context, even if still fundamentally one.

(Top images left-to-right: Do Ha-Na and Chu Mae-ok from The Uncanny Counter, America Chavez by Jung-Geun Yoon, Wonder Woman (1987) #75)

(Bottom images left-to-right: Heo Im from Live Up To Your Name, Chu Liuxiang, Wonder Woman by Mike Becker)

Wonder Woman as the Fantasy Knight-Errant Liberator. Like the pacifist take on the swordsman bandit seen in Chu Liuxiang, who only ever fights with a steel fan to block and parry attacks, robs from the rich to help the poor and solves mysteries with a cool head and a large network of friends and allies. Something like Heo Im from Live Up To Your Name, the superhumanly-skilled Joseon acupuncturist who is thrown across space and time into modern times to experience not just personal growth, but the thorough understanding of medicine necessary for him to literally write the book on it, who makes for a deeply compelling and versatile blend of cool, funny, kind and tragic as a protagonist. Or something like the Counters from The Uncanny Counter, who operate as superpowered agents of heaven in stopping and exorcising evil spirits who latch onto wicked and vulnerable humans and patching the wounds left by both, dealing with financial and social crimes and protecting victims of economic exploitation and injustice as much as they have grueling fistfights with possessed telekinetic serial killers, even to save them from themselves. Maybe some design cues from the Counters' striped hoodies or America Chavez, the dimension-hopping, star-spangled gay jock powerhouse who can go anywhere and do anything (and who suffers from the exact same problems as WW does in that they can't stop fiddling with her backstory and piling baggage that's actively detrimental to the character).

You take Diana, the teacher, redeemer and diplomat whose core strength is the concept of truth and her ability to see and expose it, who's out to dismantle all systems of violence and actively pursues social justice and forward-minded activism, who goes out looking for new experiences to better learn and understand the world around her and treats a minimum-wage gig serving tacos with unwavering and unselfconscious dedication and commitment that she uses to tackle a mythological and epic playing field.

Someone who faces forces of allegorical monstrosity and mythological metaphor and embodiments of bigotry. Someone who interfaces with politicians one hour and tends to soup kitchens in the next, who opens shelters and goes palling around with the Holiday Girls, someone who rides around on invisible jets and swims with sharks and turns enemies into friends. Someone who knows for a fact that a better way of living is possible because it's where she comes from. Take these ingredients and play around with them, modernize them, because Wonder Woman must be facing towards the future, and the intent to fashion a kinder, more loving, better one.

And hey, not only does she already have the perfect tool for the job in the lasso, but she's even got a distinct ride and animal companion to go around righting wrongs with and striding into the sunset with.

(Left-to-right: Justice Riders Wonder Woman by JH Williams, Jumpa art by Yasmín Flores Montañes)

#replies tag #superheroes #pulp heroes #dc comics #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #sci fi #diana prince #redesign

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Erwin x Reader x Zeke

Chapter 2: Planting Seeds

Cold air invaded your cozy fortress of sleep, as your partner moved & stretched next to you. A finger lightly tapped on your nose several times, followed by a gentler " Good morning sunshine."

" No," was your only respond to the attempts to tear you away from your dreams.

" I didn’t ask anything," his cute little pout detectable in that short response.

" As in, no it's not a good morning. I don't want to wake up," besides, the buzz of the air conditioner was still lulling you to sleep.

The arms wrapped around you disappeared, further muddling the path back to dreamland. " Come on first day of the last year of high school. You should be excited."

You finally opened your eyes, & the light escaping the venetian blinds was already making you regret your decision. " There's absolutely nothing exciting about leaving the bed. Not when I'm cuddled up with you, Zeke."

" Not for long, I ordered us bagels & coffee for breakfast. Gotta pick it up."

You clarified your stance by wrapping your arms & legs around him, & nuzzling your head on his neck.

A soft humm, almost a purr, escaped his lips, " This is sweet & all but I do have a flight to catch. Come on, take a shower, get dressed. We gotta get outta here soon."

He's right. This should be an exciting time. A senior finally. You won't be doing this for long. Memorize every detail that you can now. From the burned down house to the cherry blossoms along the way. You were sure you'd miss it all one day.

The classroom was still empty, save for the teacher, Mr. Zacharias. The floor was as shiny as it will ever be. Tables still clean of graffiti & test answers. No chewing gums under the chairs just yet. Clean start for the new year.

You sat at the front of the room & attempted to kill time by reading a book.

Things have changed since those times, some up are in "G" Others they are wanderers but they all feel -

" Hey y/n!" Sasha interrupted the peace with her excited greeting. Bagel with cream cheese & coffee on hand.

A smile graced your face as she sat next to you, " Hey Sash, you're late, no surprise."

" Yeah I had to fight the lunch lady to give me the bagels. They were all packed up when I got there."

" Just in time Miss Blause. I was just about to distribute everyone's schedule," Mr. Zacharias announced.

You proceeded to read, as Sasha devoured the food in front of her, " Hey what are you reading?"

" Inside the Apple. It's about how New York became what it is today."

" You know if you're into that, you should take my class. I teach Human Geography for the seniors," Mr. Zacharias interjects as he placed your schedule on the desk in front of you.

" I didn't even know that class was offered here. I'll take a look after checking out my classes today. Thanks," you responded.

Drops of coffee splatter on your schedule as you look up to see Sasha leaning close to look at the paper." Speaking of, what classes are you taking this year? Ooh! You got Smith for your last class! I heard he looks like a sugar daddy!"

You add to the splatter on your schedule, as you spit out your coffee at the thought. Surely this is the last thing you need for this semester.

" I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you say that about my very good friend," Mr. Zacharias couldn't help but interrupt with quite a blush on his face.

Sasha's face remain calm at the reply, as yours turn hot red.

I do not need a hot professor this semester. Not now. Not ever. Do NOT tempt me to have a good time.

Finally, your last class for the day. You were excited and afraid to see him. Because you know yourself, you love being reckless. A gorgeous teacher? Why wouldn't you pounce on that? The adrenaline rush you'd get from that. All the inappropriate thoug-

"Good afternoon"

And immediately you knew. His voice alone inspired so many daydreams, but with his tousled blonde hair, strong physique and domineering stature, you knew.

Good afternoon indeed

You shook your head, biting your lips to hide a smirk. You couldn't understand the rush you were feeling. You were excited because GOD is he gorgeous. The man exudes confidence and charm. And you were scared because this means trouble. You have very little self control. In need of a moral compass - your friend has checked, they don't sell it on Amazon. Knowing you, you'd make an inappropriate remark here, make a fool of yourself there. It'll be obvious to anyone who looks at you that you were infatuated with the man in front of you.

His eyes, oh how beautiful. So inviting you can't help but just stare in awe. How will you be able to concentrate on anything he says? Do I change my schedule? Maybe I should join Mr. Zacharias' class. Leave this class before you make a fool out of yourself.

" I'm Mr. Smith, your Economics teacher for this semester"

" It's a pleasure to be here Mr. Smith," oh & what a pleasure it will be, " I'm f/n l/n."

" Welcome to my class miss l/n. The pleasure's all mine"

#erwin x reader #zeke x reader #erwin x reader x zeke #zeke x reader x erwin #gamblers conceit

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Prompt 3

Bit of a longer read //tw: implied cheating “Superdad?” Supervillain ask trying to hide his excitement. “Yes! Superdad!” the child squealed happily, running up to hug the man’s legs. Villain was watching from a distance, smirking as their partners brain visibly blue screened. They still weren’t sure if Supervillain could handle this whole parenting thing, especially since their marriage was just a facet. But it seems to be going well enough considering Villains kid likes the guy already.

But what to do about Villains own parents? Leader has been trying to get back in touch with them and they aren’t sure how to handle that. Not to mention that Leaders new plaything, Detective, is trying their best to find Villain. On one hand as the Leaders child, Villain, and on the other the feared menace to society, Villain. Somehow, they haven’t connected the dots that Villain and Villain are the same person. So much so to being “the greatest detective in the world”.

Yes, Villains everyday name and work name are the same, they never saw the point in hiding it considering how useless heroes are and that most civilians don’t mind living under villainous rule.

They remember how when they were younger Leader was always bashing their head in, metaphorically speaking, about how this and that scum escaped once again and how they wished they had more competent people on their team. But no competent person would join the “good side” since the council, deemed the worst of the worst, are fair rulers.

Villain leaned back and sight causing Supervillain Superdad to turn his head, it took him little to no time to understand that there was something to talk about. Most likely not something to be discussed Infront of the kid “Say kiddo, isn’t it past your bed time?”. The kid tried to protest but they were no match against Supervillains persuasion. With little fight he got them tugged in and sent off to dreamland. The door creaked a little as he closed it, looks like oiling the hinges was now also on the to-do list.

Supervillain sat down next to Villain and started talking gently “We can find another nickname if you don’t want the kid to call me dad. “

“No.” Villain denied that worry, in fact they were happy that their little hell spawn was adjusting so well to their new, temporary, partner in life. “There’s something else to talk about. I think it’s time to talk about my parents.”

Supervillain didn’t know if he should have been relived or if this was an even worse topic to discuss. Villain had been transparent with him about their family the whole time but made it clear that they had no longer any ties to them, “Leader and former Superhero, right?”

“Yeah…” Villain answered “Leader wants to find me. Me as in Leader’s child. And… well, Leader has no knowledge of us being married, not even that I’m married.”

Villain watched as Supervillains eyes widened but this wasn’t the bombshell yet. “Nor does Leader know that I have a child.”

#heroes and villains #writing #hero #villain #long prompt #supervillain #villain dad #villain x supervillain #detective #leader #superhero #this was supposed to be short but oh well

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Okay!! I read ch 10 and lord help me because i need it!

Starting with April dragging shopping cart full of things and i don't blame her, almost the whole family needs it and i feel older leo will get into trouble for exposing himself, idk if the rest of hamato knows about what he did.

When barry explained the mystic power my brain kinda stopped working (i have 1 beain cell, have mercy), but ifhe really hit the jackpot on who they are? Damn that'll be either great detective skills or new level of common sense 😂

My god i feel bad for the rest of family because they're worried sick while the leos are off to fucking dreamland xD

" Surviving death " BOY THAT'S A BADASS LINE! I LOVE IT!! YES THEY'RE GONNA SURVIVE DEATH!!!❤💜🧡

You know the part where leo tries to give his mystic energy? Zip zapping? Yeah my brain got fried trying to read it 🥲

I read the spoiler 2 of ch 10 but damn seeing the thread fall makes me gets worried they actually failed.

Raphael smiles, a snaggletooth making itself known in the corner of the snapper’s mouth. ( you don't know how much this made me happy, after 10 chapters FINALLY THEY MEET)

Honestly the whole time i thought the ghost brothers are in their own colors, orange, red & purple instead of white.

" And just as the moon begins to fade, so does Raphael " NO DON'T DO THAT!! THEY ALREADY MET

" Draxum’s eyebrow raises in pure confusion " trust me barry, that my same reaction like BOY WHAT ARE YOU ON?!

And of course we gotta add everyone's insecurity, it's a hurt/comfort fic after all.

Casey jr finally got his phone and it's light blue!! Like a mini leo/blue!

And this got me confused “How is he, Little Blue?”

Ooo let’s see what you thought! I’ll respond to every thought but basically thank you for reading!

And here’s my reaction to your long response <33:

Anyways, a kind of a long post :)

Starting with April dragging shopping cart…

Yellow bringing supplies is absolutely necessary with all the near-death-experiences the Leonardos keep having /hj.

And everyone already knows that Leonardo exposed himself! (Ch.6: Voices)

Yellow’s eyes narrow in frustration as she looks down at the ground at the reminder, “Casey and I asked a bunch of people in the neighborhood but everyone was either busy trying to salvage what they can or gave us vague answers. Apparently, some green giant was running around evacuating the city and someone said my mom must have gone with a group.”

Purple’s eyes lock on Leonardo who immediately understands.

“That was me,” the elder answers.

Yellow’s eyes slowly widened, “That was you?”

The family hasn’t gotten around to deciding what to do from that point on because of situations. (The situations being the injuries of course haha)

When barry explained the mystic power…

I tried knowledging it up for Draxum’s mystic explanation because he’s a warring-warrior-scientist, but basically Leonardo’s running out of battery power (because of the “voices”) so he’s using backups and Blue is the glorified battery charger. The phone and charger duo lol

I feel like Draxum’s thought process being the voices that Leonardo hears is: “Who else but his clingy family members would bother to stick with him for this long?” /j

My god I feel bad for the rest of the family…

The Leos in “Dreamland” (+ F!Raph and F!Mikey):

“Surviving death”…

F!Mikey living up to his “badass mystic warrior” title fr

You know the part where leo tries to give…

See Little Blue’s dot/fire-center-thing? v

I imagine that as his center (kind of where his heart is), when he was doing the defibrillator zip-zap thing, he’s taking a piece of it, balling it up to make it smaller for easier transit, then sends it down his arm directly to Leonardo’s center to explode throughout Leonardo’s body like an electric shock

Hopefully that helps!

I read the spoiler 2 of ch.10…

Everyone’s fine, we just need Draxum to go to the Hidden City to find the damn mystic herb. No worries :)

Raphael smiles, a snaggletooth making itself known…

Leonardo finally reuniting with Raphael was actually not what I intended when planning out the story. He was supposed to officially meet F!Mikey first a few chapters back, but things went awry in writing so I moved it to here and changed the brother. But I suppose technically the brothers haven’t officially-officially reunited.

Honestly the whole time I thought the ghost…

Teehee, they’re supposed to be in their personal colors *plays menacing piano noise*

“And just as the moon begins to fade, so does Raphael.”

THE STARS CANT COME AT NIGHT WITHOUT THE MOON, BUT WHO IS THE MOON????

“Draxum’s eyebrow raises in pure confusion”

Listen, the old man doesn’t remember everything mystic-related, and he’s absolutely confused why Blue of all people knows something mystical hahah

And of course we gotta add everyone’s insecurity…

I just wanted to share a little insight on how they’re feeling teehee I have to remind everyone I can cross the threshold of entering angst at any moment if I wanted /j

Casey Jr finally got his phone…

Purple would’ve made it a completely other color that isn’t any kind of blue just to spite the old man but we’re not at the point of making jokes with the old man lol

“How is he, Little Blue?”

It’s in ghostly italics, so it’s one of the voices, but whose? *rubs hands manically*

#nani nonny answers #whispers of distant souls #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #tldr: long answer to a long question <333

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Naomi Watts and Laura Harring in Mulholland Dr. (David Lynch, 2001)

Cast: Naomi Watts, Laura Harring, Robert Forster, Brent Briscoe, Patrick Fischler, Ann Miller, Angelo Badalamenti, Dan Hedaya, Justin Theroux, Mark Pellegrino, Billy Ray Cyrus, Lee Grant, Chad Everett. Screenplay: David Lynch. Cinematography: Peter Deming. Production design: Jack Fisk. Film editing: Mary Sweeney. Music: Angelo Badalamenti.

Mulholland Dr. defies exegesis like no other film I know. Sure, you can trace its origins: Car-crash amnesia is a soap-opera trope; the mysterious mobsters and other manipulators are film noir staples; the portrayal of Hollywood as a nightmare dreamland is straight from Sunset Blvd. (Billy Wilder, 1950), which the film even imitates by having its before-the-credits title appear on a street sign. But writer-director David Lynch isn't out to parody the sources -- not entirely, anyway. What he is up to is harder to pinpoint. There's a part of me that thinks Lynch just wants to have fun -- a nasty kind of fun -- manipulating our responses. At the beginning, we're on to him in that regard: We laugh at the minimal conversation between the two detectives (Robert Forster and Brent Briscoe) at the crash site. We recognize the naive awe on the face of Betty Elms (Naomi Watts), as she arrives in Los Angeles, as a throwback to the old Hollywood musicals in which choruses of hopefuls arrive at the L.A. train station singing "Hooray for Hollywood!" (Has anyone ever been inspired to sing and dance when arriving at LAX?) We're delighted by the appearance of Ann Miller as the landlady, just as later we identify Lee Grant, Chad Everett, and even Billy Ray Cyrus in their cameos. Even the seemingly disjointed scenes -- the director, Adam Kesher (Justin Theroux), is bullied by the Castiglianes (Dan Hedaya and the film's composer, Angelo Badalamenti), or a man (Patrick Fischler) recounts his nightmare at a restaurant called Winkie's, or a hit man (Mark Pellegrino) murders three people -- are standard thriller stuff, designed to keep us guessing -- though at that point, having seen this sort of thing in films by Quentin Tarantino and others, we feel confident that everything will fit together. And then, suddenly, it doesn't. Betty vanishes and Diane Selwyn (Watts), whom we have thought dead, is alive. The amnesia victim known as Rita (Laura Harring) is now Camilla Rhodes, the movie star that Betty wanted to be, and Diane, Camilla's former lover, wants to kill her. It's such a complete overthrow of conventional narrative that there are really only two basic responses, neither of them quite sufficient: One is to dismiss the film as a wacked-out experiment in playing with the audience -- "a load of moronic and incoherent garbage," in the words of Rex Reed -- or to try to assimilate it into some coherent and consistent scheme, like the theory that the first two-thirds of the film are the disillusioned Diane Selwyn's dream-fantasy of what her life might have been as the fresh and talented Betty. There is truth in both extremes: Lynch is playing with the audience, and he is portraying Los Angeles as a land of dreamers. But his film will never be forced into coherence, and it can't be entirely dismissed. I think it is some kind of great film -- the Sight & Sound critics poll in 2022 ranked it at No. 8 in the list of the greatest films of all time, up from No. 28 in 2012 -- but I also think it's self-indulgent and something of a dead end when it comes to narrative filmmaking. It has moments of sheer brilliance, including a performance by Watts that is superb, but they are moments in a somewhat annoying whole.

#Mulholland Dr.#David Lynch #Naomi Watts #Laura Harring

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rupa1414 · 7 months

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sleep medicine doctor,

Sleep Medicine Doctors: Your Partners in Pursuit of a Good Night's Sleep at “ASBA”

Welcome to the world of sleep medicine, where dreams come true and restful nights are within reach! If you've ever struggled with getting quality shut-eye or wondered why counting sheep just doesn't cut it anymore, then you're in for a treat. In this blog post, we'll be diving into the fascinating realm of sleep medicine doctors – your ultimate partners in pursuit of a good night's sleep. Sleep is not only essential for our overall well-being but also plays a vital role in maintaining optimal health. From boosting cognitive function and supporting immune system function to regulating mood and managing stress levels, quality sleep is truly the cornerstone of our daily lives. However, with today's fast-paced lifestyles and countless distractions vying for our attention, achieving that elusive state of rejuvenation can sometimes feel like an uphill battle. That's where sleep medicine doctors step in as your allies on this important journey towards better slumber. These specialized healthcare professionals possess an intricate understanding of the science behind sleep and its impact on our physical and mental health. They hold the keys to unlocking the secrets behind chronic insomnia, snoring woes, restless legs syndrome (RLS), obstructive sleep apnea (OSA), narcolepsy, and many other mysterious conditions that disrupt our precious moments of rest. So if you're ready to unravel the mysteries surrounding your sleeping patterns and embark on a path towards improved well-being through sounder snoozing habits – keep reading! We'll explore what exactly goes on inside those hallowed halls at “ASBA” when it comes to deciphering disorders that rob us of sweet dreams. Get ready for some eye-opening insights as we delve into how these dedicated specialists diagnose and treat various sleep disturbances while keeping your overall health front and center.

The Science of Sleep: What Sleep Medicine Doctors Want You to Know at “ASBA”

Have you ever wondered what happens in your body and mind while you're drifting off into dreamland? Sleep medicine doctors at “ASBA” are here to shed some light on the fascinating science behind sleep. You see, sleep is not just a passive state of rest; it's an active process that involves intricate physiological and neurological mechanisms. During sleep, our bodies undergo crucial repairs and rejuvenation processes, allowing us to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. But it's not as simple as closing our eyes and letting nature take its course. There are different stages of sleep – from light slumber to deep REM (rapid eye movement) sleep – each with its own unique characteristics. Sleep medicine doctors can help unravel the complexities of these stages through advanced monitoring techniques like polysomnography. This non-invasive test allows them to measure brain activity, eye movements, muscle tone, breathing patterns, heart rate variability, and other vital signs during your snooze sessions. By analyzing this wealth of data collected throughout the night, these experts can gain valuable insights into any underlying issues that may be disrupting your precious shuteye. Whether it's identifying abnormal breathing patterns indicative of sleep apnea or detecting restless leg movements associated with RLS – they leave no stone unturned when investigating potential causes for disrupted slumber. Understanding the science behind how we fall asleep and stay asleep is essential in diagnosing various sleep disorders accurately. Armed with this knowledge, sleep medicine doctors at “ASBA” can tailor personalized treatment plans to address your specific concerns effectively. So next time you find yourself tossing and turning or struggling with persistent fatigue during the day - remember that there is a whole world of scientific expertise dedicated solely to unraveling the mysteries behind quality shut-eye! Sleep medicine doctors are passionate about sharing their knowledge so you too can experience nights filled with peaceful dreams and mornings brimming with vitality.

Sleep Disorders Unveiled: How Sleep Medicine Doctors Diagnose and Treat Them at “ASBA”

Sleep disorders can seriously disrupt our lives, leaving us tired and frustrated. But fear not, sleep medicine doctors are here to help unveil the mysteries behind these disorders and guide us towards a restful night's sleep. Diagnosis is the first step in understanding and treating sleep disorders. Sleep medicine doctors at ASBA employ a range of tools and techniques to uncover the root causes of your sleep issues. From comprehensive medical histories to sophisticated diagnostic tests like polysomnography, they leave no stone unturned in their quest for answers. Once diagnosed, treatment options tailored specifically to each patient's needs come into play. Sleep medicine doctors may recommend lifestyle changes such as adopting regular sleeping patterns or incorporating relaxation techniques into our daily routines. They may also prescribe medications or devices that aid in breathing during sleep for conditions like sleep apnea. But it doesn't stop there - ongoing monitoring and support are crucial elements of successful treatment plans. Sleep medicine doctors at ASBA work closely with patients to ensure progress is being made, making adjustments as necessary along the way. So if you're struggling with a sleep disorder, don't suffer in silence – reach out to a sleep medicine doctor at ASBA today! Together, you'll uncover the secrets behind your disrupted slumber and pave the way towards better nights ahead.

Sleep Medicine Specialists: Navigating the Path to Better Sleep and Health at “ASBA”

Sleep Medicine Specialists: Navigating the Path to Better Sleep and Health at “ASBA” When it comes to achieving a good night's sleep, we all want to wake up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. That's where sleep medicine specialists come in. At "ASBA", these doctors are your partners in the pursuit of better sleep and improved health. By working closely with a sleep medicine doctor, you can uncover the root causes of your sleeping difficulties and receive individualized treatment plans tailored to your specific needs. These specialists have extensive knowledge and expertise in diagnosing and treating various sleep disorders, ensuring that you receive the highest level of care. Whether you're struggling with insomnia, sleep apnea, restless leg syndrome or any other sleep disorder, a visit to a sleep medicine doctor can make all the difference. Through thorough evaluation and diagnostic testing, they can accurately diagnose your condition and provide effective solutions for better quality slumber. Once diagnosed, these experts will explore various treatment options suited to your unique situation. From lifestyle changes such as improving sleep hygiene practices or implementing relaxation techniques to recommending medical interventions like continuous positive airway pressure (CPAP) therapy for obstructive s

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Sleep and Wellness Conference

Sleep Diagnosis and Therapy

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Poker Face

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

Warnings⚠️: talks of injuries, angst, tbh 1.5k words of sadness (it’s 2.3k total) it’ll be ok tho yall😭

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Prologue // Chapter 1

Chapter: 6

It's weird how time seemed to move quickly but also slow. You all knew it would be a slow recovery. After two days, only Harrison had woken up. The doctors are still keeping Sam sedated, and they said they weren't sure when Tom would wake because of the brain injury.

"No," Harry says sternly.

"Harry, come on-"

"No. Y/n. Not happening," Harry says, his voice showing no sign of letting up.

"Haz, tell him," you say, turning your head to the boy in the bed.

Before the warehouse accident, Tom had said when you started getting better: you'd need to practice walking more since you hadn't in a while. You were getting better, and you knew he was right, so Harry would walk with you around the bedroom or living room when it was clear of Tom's men. Today, you and he are pacing the length of the infirmary in front of Sam and Harry's beds.

"I don't know, Y/n. Harry might be right," Harrison says, his voice still slightly weak.

"No. Come on, you guys went up there. It'll be a quick in and out," you urge, looking between Harry and Harrison as you hold on to Harry's arm, still walking back and forth slowly.

You're trying to get Harry's ok on you leaving to go back to your apartment to pick things up. They don't think it's a good idea since there's no way the police don't know what happened to the warehouse. If you go up there, it could be extra suspicious. Especially if they knew about the gala, you showing up, obviously injured, could bring suspicion.

"Y/n, you know Tom wouldn't want you out while he's not able to be around to help," Harry says.

"That's not true! He knows it's safe. He and Haz went there. All I'd do is go, get some clothes, and give a reason to why I'll be gone for a while," you say. "Harrison, tell him to let me go. You're second in command. You're technically in charge now."

"Nope, I'm not doing any of that while I'm still in this bed. You either go to him or Tom, and Tom's still in dreamland, so what Harry says goes."

"Harry!" you whine and look at him.

"Y/n, if you go up there and something goes wrong, Tom will kill me. We don't know if they know about the gala, and they definitely know about the warehouse. It isn't safe for you to show up their injured after you never came home," Harry says, removing his arm from you and taking both your hands, walking backward with his arms stretched out between you, wanting you to balance by yourself.

"What if I bring you? You'll be like my bodyguard, and if anything goes wrong, you'll be able to take those guys," you smirk at him.

"Um, 'those guys' have guns," he laughs and nods.

"So do you!"

"Two guns against one aren't great odds."

"Ok, ok. Harry give her a break. It's not that bad an idea," Harrison pipes in.

"The mafia isn't based on giving things breaks. And if anything goes wrong, I will end up dead, and none of you will know since," he turns his head to Harrison, "you're in a hospital bed," he turns his head to you, "you'd end up in jail, and the sleeping beauty brothers wouldn't help in any way."

You sigh, trying to come up with something as you continue to walk around the room with Harry. "Ok. What if we go, bring as many of Tom's men as we can and tell them if we aren't out within ten minutes to come in and rain havoc," you suggest.

Harry eye's you and then sighs, "Fine. Ok, fine. We'll do it. But when Tom wakes up, you have to tell him and make him promise not to blame anything on me."

"Deal," you smile.

You guys plan to go the next day, and after you get tired and finish your walking with Harry, he helps you back to Tom's room. He helps you up into the high bed and makes his exit, leaving you in the room with your unconscious boyfriend.

Hours later, you wake to a sound in the room. At first, it startles you, making you think someone was in or trying to break into the room. Maybe wanting to get to you or Tom, knowing he can't fight back. But, quickly, you realize that wasn't the case. The sound came from Tom. He woke up.

His hospital bed is on the left side of the bed, farthest from the door, and you had fallen asleep facing him, but in your sleep, turned over to where your back is facing him. When you realized it was a soft groan that sounded through the room, you sat up and looked over at him, the darkness in the room not hiding the way he was squirming.

You reach your hand out, feeling for the room's light switch, the small light from his heart monitor not being enough for you to see clearly. When you find it, you quickly flick it up, light shining into the room. You scoot over to the side of the bed, crossing your legs, and sit next to Tom.

"Tom. It's ok, you're ok," you say gently. You move close to him, reaching out to touch his hand.

He opens his eyes, his head slowly tilting your way. "My head is pounding," he groans.

"Sorry. The nurses said you aren't able to have much more medicine for the pain," you say, rubbing his hand.

It's quiet for a few minutes while Tom continues to get his bearings. He slowly goes through his memories. Then it hits him. "H-haz- and Sam they-"

"They're ok. It's all ok. It was tricky, but Harry was perfect in command and made the right decisions. Without him, you guys might not have survived," you say quietly, watching his face as he turns his head your way and looks at you. "I'll tell you more in the morning. Just get some rest and get stronger." Tom lets out a slow breath, closing his eyes.

You lean over and turn the room light off, laying down, staying close to the edge next to his bed, your hand staying in his as you snuggle under the covers and get comfortable, looking at his figure through the darkroom, watching as he slips into sleep and soon you do the same.

In the morning, you wake up, and Tom is already awake. Your hand is still in his, and he's starring at nothing like he's deep in thought. You sit up, scooting close to him again. "Tommy, hey, how are you feeling?" you ask softly.

"How's Haz? And Sam?" his eyes don't shift, continuing to bore into the wall.

"Harrison is awake. He's fine. Sam's neck and spine were injured, so they're keeping him sedated until it's healed enough cause if its too much movement, Sam could end up paralyzed. When he does wake up, at minimal, he'll only need a little physical therapy," you answer him. Tom doesn't say anything, so you decide to keep going. "And you," that caught his attention, and he looked at you, "um, your ear, your left ear, it was severely damaged. The ear itself is still there, but they said you had blunt force trauma to that side of your head and lost all hearing in that ear."

Tom takes in the information, letting it settle in his mind. He realizes when you speak he can't hear your voice in his left ear, how now it's weird, unbalanced. "What're you thinking about?" you ask, watching his facial expressions.

He looks at you for a moment, weighing his options of how to respond. "Come sit?" You perk up and nod, carefully shifting over to his bed. You put your arm above his head, not touching it but letting it lay there while you lay on your side, your hand in his right one, touching it gently. "When the explosion first happened, and the warehouse came crumbing on us, we were all still awake. There were 5 of us, the other two were somewhere else, but Harrison, Sam, and I ended up in the same area, slowly getting crushed." His voice shakes as he tells the story.

"I remember the pain. It was a lot of pain, and uh, Harrison was a few inches from my left, Sam on my right," he used his free hand to gesture, "it was still early in the morning, so it was very dark, and my vision was blurry, but I saw Harrison in a puddle of his own blood, his face crushed under the rubble." His face doesn't change much, but you feel your eyes wheel with tears, unable to imagine how it all must've felt.

"I've been in a lot of situations, many, bad situations, but that time I saw no way out, no way of survival. I kept looking at Harrison next to me, seeing my best friend as his life was slipping away. Sam had caught my attention, his eyes were wide, and there was blood spilling from his neck. I remember thinking, 'how could so much blood be leaking out, and he's still alive?' He opened his mouth to say something but only coughed blood, so instead, he reached his hand out and grabbed mine, looking at me with pure fear."

Tears are free-flowing from your eyes now, and you can't fathom how Tom isn't crying himself, how his face is staying neutral as he tells the story. Sure, he's the mob boss, he's supposed to be tuff, but this, this was traumatic.

"When I first took over from my dad, my mom had pulled me to the side, and she said, 'You harden your heart, you harden your face, but never turn on your brothers. Sam, Paddy, Harry, and Harrison. They're the most important things you need to worry about, so protect them. If you don't know anything else or how to deal with something, always protect them. Cause, in the end, say you fail, which I know you won't, cause I know my boy will be the best, but if anything goes wrong, you need them by your side. You guys have spent so much time together and made so many memories. Even if the mob fails, you keep them around. At all casts, no matter what.'"

"She told me that, and I kept it with me. Protect them at all costs. When you came around, I kept it even more in mind. I trust you all, so I wasn't going overbored, let you guys be involved, but laying there, seeing Sam pleading to me with his eyes, I failed. He was hurt. Harrison was hurt. Both were life-threatening injuries, and there I was with them, completely helpless."

This' the first time his face changed, his voice wobbled, and he let out a breath. "When, um, when my vision started to go, and I was losing consciousness, I thought about my mum, how heartbroken she'd be when she found out that 'her boy' wasn't the best. I thought about you," he pauses, swallowing as he gets a lump in his throat. "When Sam's eyes closed, it was crazy 'cause we hadn't talked, but at that moment, I figured they could be dead, and I felt alone there, so alone. I laid there, and I thought about quitting the mob. If I made it out alive, just leaving, keeping you, Harry, and Paddy safe. I don't know what the emotions were, but I'd never felt them before, and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to leave. I hated everything about what got me there." He sniffs, tears now falling from his eyes.

"Tom-"

"No. No, let me finish." You close your mouth and nod. "Me and my brothers, even as kids, I'd never seen any of them cry. We were always tuff, and yeah, we played around, but that was only us. I could see the tears rolling down Sam's face, showing how much pain he was in, even while unconscious. But now, now you say he's ok, that we're all ok, and the only thing I can think about is finding out who was behind it and shoving a knife through the person's skull."

His voice spits venom, almost like his cheeks weren't stained with tears. "The only thing I want to do right now, more than sitting here with you and spending time with you, is do everything I can to make whoever did it suffer. To make the person know what it was like, laying under the rubble and thinking, all I could do was wait for death. Momentarily making me hate everything about myself. I want them to pay."

Your tears have stopped, and you're speechless. You stare at Tom, mouth agape and mind blank, not knowing what you could say to make any other this better, not knowing if you even can make any of it better. You want morals to win. You want to tell him it's wrong, that there are other ways to get even, that it could be too dangerous, but that's not what comes out of your mouth.

You think about how the three boys looked when they came in, how terrible it must have been for them, how much pain they'll be in for the next few weeks, how much work it'll be to get themselves back in working condition.

"I agree. Show those bastards what the Holland Mob is made of."

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Ahem: @notyourcupofteax @dreamsarecloserwithyou @tomsirishgirlx @novaresque @b0kutoswaifu @iamasimpingh0e

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #mob!tom x reader #mob tom holland x reader #mob!tom x fem reader #mob!tom #mob!tom imagine #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland au #mob!tom holland #mob au #tom holland angst

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Silent treatment gone wrong

Sequel to this fic. Akutagawa keeps his promise and starts giving his boyfriend the silent treatment. Unfortunately, Atsushi comes up with a plan way too quickly

NOTE: It appears that I'm currently obsessed with Bungo Stray Dogs (even though I finished it some time ago already, don't judge me pls, I just keep getting inspired)🌸 Comunque, passiamo alle cose importanti (Anyway, let's get to the important stuff), today I wanted to write again about my kinnie in this series, the one and only Akutagawa, and my favorite ship. I hope you enjoy, every form of support and/or suggestion means a lot. Take care!! 💚🤍❤️

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

This is the most embarrassing situation ever. This was Akutagawa's first thought when he came back to the land of the living from his peaceful slumber. He'd felt something warm close to him and his first instinct was to scoot as close as possible to it, until he realized that it was his boyfriend, the one he was supposed to ignore for a week.

How could have he gone from 'I'm not talking to you for a week' to nuzzling closer to him with the outmost affection? Atsushi seemed still asleep, so he still had time to save his situation. He managed to get up quietly and go to the kitchen, leaving his lover still in dreamland.

After a little more than an hour, Akutagawa heard the sound of approaching steps and was greeted by a slightly sleepy Atsushi. "Good morning Akutagawa" he said with a warm smile, but he met the coldest reaction ever. Pure silence and just a glare from his boyfriend.

However, the weretiger wasn't that naive and noticed a faint blush straight away. From experience he also knew that the taller guy wasn't mad at him, he was more like grumpy (which he found really adorable).

"Aku-chaaan, is there something wrong? What did I do?" Atsushi opted for an aggressive tactic, giving his lover the best sad expression he could. The Rashoumon holder didn't fall for the trick and simply turned away, carrying on his 'silent treatment policy'. However, he underestimated the tenacity of his partner, who clung onto him the whole day. Also, they both didn't have work that day, how convenient.

“Aku-chaaan” I made lunch, do you want to eat?” when the Mafia executive came to the kitchen, he found his favorite meal and his favorite movie on the tv. The table was meticulously set and the meal sure took time to be prepared, so Akutagawa felt bad at the thought of ignoring the sweet gesture, which is why he sat at the table and ate with his lover. However, he didn’t say a word the whole time and then left.

Atsushi’s next move was starting a playfight with him, which was a total fail. When he tried to initiate it, the Rashoumon holder just used a basic self-defense move, pinned him to the wall, gave him a death glare and left.

“Ryuu-chaaan... can we cuddle on the couch for a bit?” this time Akutagawa actually looked like he was debating whether to give in or not. He even seemed a bit flustered by the cuteness of his partner, huddled up on the couch with a blanket, giving him the best puppy-dog eyes ever. The weretiger thought bingo... or maybe not. The taller one scuffed, then shrugged and left again.

After an hour more or less, Akutagawa started to feel guitly for ignoring his lover like that, so he went back to the living room, where he found Atsushi asleep on the couch, looking more peaceful than ever. The Mafia executive didn’t even try to hide the fond smile that made his way through his usually serious expression and caressed the detective’s hair, only to find his arm snatched and pulled forwards, causing him to fall on the couch.

After a short fight, he got pinned down by a way-too-smug Atsushi, who immediately proceeded to say “You really can’t tell if people are asleep or not, huh? You made the same mistake this morning...”

The taller one kept saying nothing, but his expression was far more eloquent than any word. HE’D BEEN AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME?! was the thought that crossed Akutagawa’s mind. So everything Atsushi did wasn’t an attempt to apologize, but to make him give in! Given the new information and his current situation, the Mafia executive started to sense the danger.

And, oh boy, he was right. His partner started digging in his sides with a purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him. At first it seemed like he wasn’t succeeding, since Akutagawa managed to (barely) control his laughter, but when he switched from digging to scribbling, the dam started breaking.

“Come ooon... laugh, we both know you want it” Atsushi’s words weren’t exactly helping and eventually some squeaky giggles started to pour. “Hahahahahahahha stop stuhuhupid Jinkohoho” the damage was done. “Finally! Are you ready to end the silent treatment, Ryuu-chan?” hearing that nickname, the Mafia executive quickly became beet red “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up” he tried to exclaim while laughing, only to get the opposite reaction.

“You wound me, love, how can you say such a thing?” the weretiger asked dramatically before moving up to the ribs for good measure, claiming that ‘someone needed a little attitude adjustment’. “Waaahahahah nahahahahahat theheheherehehe” it was almost cute seing the usually stoic guy being so helpless, and the fact that he wasn’t even trying to get away was even cuter.

The detective didn’t want to go straight for the death spot this time, so he tried squeezing and poking Akutagawa’s thighs and knees, noticing how the first spot elicited some lower-pitched giggles, while the other didn’t give much of a reaction. Feeling rather willing to keep experimenting, he tried to slide two fingers up and down the dark-haired boy’s feet, making said boy squirm and almost howl.

“Gohohohohohoho awahahahahahahyehehehe idihahahahahahat” since the taller one had still enough energy to be snarky, the light-haired boy decided to stay on that spot a bit more, enjoying the different kinds of laughter each zone produced. When a shriek echoed in the room, Atsushi understood that he’d made quite the discovery.

“You toes, really?” the yellow-eyed guy asked, never stopping scribbling on his lover’s toes, which caused almost the same reaction as the underarms. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHRHEHEH PLEHEHAHAHAHSEHEHE” Akutagawa was begging “AHAHANYWHEHEHEHREHEHEH BUHUHUT THEHEHEHRHEHEHE” unfortunately his boyfriend didn’t feel merciful that day and continued to tickle him until he began snorting while laughing.

“IHIHIHIHI *snort* GIHIHIHI *snort* GIHIHIHIVEHEHEH STAHAHAHP *snort*” Atsushi’s detective skills weren’t really necessary to understand that his partner had reached his limit, so he stopped immediately and got up.

“So, are you done with your formal protest?” he asked, and this time the Mafia executive nodded, still a bit giggly because of the ghost tickles. When he saw the expectant look on the weretiger’s face, he opened his arms, letting his lover lay on top of him, giving him the cuddles he’d asked for earlier that afternoon.

Noticing how comfortable Atsushi was, Akutagawa snorted and said “More than a weretiger, you look like a werekitten”. This comment earned him two wiggling fingers right into his underarms “HAHAHAHA SOHOHORYEHEHE STAHAHAHAP” none of them was ready for another fight, so they just laid there, cuddling for a long, long time.

#bungo stray dogs #shin soukoku #bsd #tickle fic #bsd tickle #tickle #ticklish!akutagawa #lee!akutagawa #ler!atsushi #atsushi nakajima

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sukifans · 3 years

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Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)

MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“Well, this is... unfortunate.”

“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”

“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.

“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”

“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.

He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.

“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”

Mako was not gonna be happy.

“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”

You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”

“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking.”

He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.

“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”

“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”

“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”

“You sure seem to.”

“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”

“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”

You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”

“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”

“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.

“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”

“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”

Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.

You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”

His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”

You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.

“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.

You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”

You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”

“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.

You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”

“Yeah?”

“Get in the bed.”

“But—”

“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”

He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”

“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”

“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”

“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.

“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”

“You know you love me.”

If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.

The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.

Soap. And smoke.

Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.

Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.

You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”

He snorted and gave no other response.

“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.

“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”

Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”

He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.

“What time is it?!” he barked.

“I don’t know!”

He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.

“Fuck, we’re late!”

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