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ty-bayonet-betteridge · 6 months

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two of the transfems youre friends with have been talking to you about the clinic they got their bottom surgery done at. apparently its dirt cheap, and the surgeon - despite some oddities and, your friends admit, poor hygiene - is incredibly talented. theyre more than happy to give you her phone number when you ask, and while it sounds simultaneously incredibly sketchy and way too good to be true, at this point youre just so broke, desperate, and tired of gatekeepers that you're willing to give it a shot.

you call on a thursday afternoon, and the call is picked up on the fourth ring, when youre just gearing up to hear an answering machine. the voice on the other end sounds like a middle-aged woman with a smoking habit trying to sound like a cheery, bubbly young girl, and mostly succeeding. hiiiii! what can i do for you? she asks. you say er im looking for a surgical clinic is this the right number? she says mhm! thats me. you say okay, i just have a few questions. she says shoot. you say do you take patients who arent referred to you? she says nobody refers patients to me so yes. then she giggles. youve never heard somebody pull off a giggle in real life. you ask okay, so ive been looking for a place to get my metoidoplasty done, can you do that here? she says i dont know what that is give me like five seconds. then the line goes silent. you can hear her typing on a mechanical keyboard and humming to herself as she reads. youre now convinced that this is not in any way a legitimate medical institution.

youre about to hang up when she comes back on the line. OH you need a dick she says. sure i can do that! does tuesday afternoon work for you? i have that morning free too but i HATE getting up in the mornings so id rather not schedule it if i have to. you say tuesday afternoon is fine, how long should i expect the visit to be? she says i dont know like seven hours? you say seven hours? she says yeah give or take a few, every person is different so i dont know what itll be like until ive got your cunt opened up. honestly probably best to take the whole day off just in case it turns out to be a tough operation. you dont respond to that immediately. she says oh shoot should i not use the word cunt, is that too gendered? sorry. you say no its fine. you say i thought i was just going in for a consult? she says i mean yeah if youd rather. i dont mind doing same-day but some people like having more time to think about their options. do you have somewhere to be tuesday night or something? you say no its just... no tuesday afternoon should be fine. she says okay great!

she gives you her address. she says knock three times so i know its you and not my parole officer. parole officer you ask? she says im being good i promise but i still hate talking to him hes boring. you say if you dont mind me asking what were you imprisoned for? she says the ones i plead guilty to at the trial were a hundred and ninety-two counts of first-degree murder with a parahuman ability, two hundred and fifty-six counts of physical and emotional torture with a parahuman ability, five hundred and six counts of intentional infliction of emotional distress with a parahuman ability, four hundred ninety-eight counts of aggravated assault and battery with a parahuman ability, four hundred twenty five counts of domestic terrorism with a parahuman ability and two hundred and twelve counts without, three counts of arson, two hundred forty two counts of burglary with a parahuman ability, three hundred eight four counts of robbery with a parahuman ability, four hundred twenty seven counts of abduction with a parahuman ability, a hundred eighty six counts of human trafficking with a parahuman ability, three hundred ninety counts of destruction of public property with a parahuman ability, eighty counts of possession of a controlled substance, more than three thousand conspiracy and complicity charges in various felonies, eighteen violations of the Geneva Conventions, and the unauthorized practice of medicine. i plead not guilty to the larceny, sexual assault, contempt of court, corporate espionage, and identity theft charges and the prosecutor didnt really try to fight it since i had already earned seventy life sentences from the other stuff so im technically innocent of those.

you dont say anything to that.

after three seconds of silence she says sooooooooo i'll see you tuesday? you say tuesday, yeah. what was your name again? Riley, she says. Riley Grace Davis. you say thanks again and then hang up.

you debate constantly during the intervening days whether you should go on tuesday. youre grateful your friend group is so slutty; it means youve already seen with your own eyes that this surgery is real and not just a lure to murder you. still, you have some reservations, which you think is perfectly understandable.

you call one of your friends whos been there already. she picks up and you say if this is a joke its only sort of funny. she says if whats a joke? you say the clinic. you say you DID give me the actual number to the place where you actually had your bottom surgery done right? she says yeah, dont worry the surgeons so sweet. you say she admitted to doing two hundred murders when she was on the phone. she says i dont know anything about that but i trust her. you say if i end up dead, kidnapped, or mutilated, its your fault. she says dont worry about it.

tuesday comes. you never agreed to an exact time so you show up as early as you can and still have it be "afternoon" in your mind - 12:30. you climb the rusted fire escape to the third floor door and knock three times. the door is answered by a woman six feet tall in casual but very nice clothes with frizzy brown hair and an expression you cant read. you say er, riley? she says nope. another girl pushes past her, exasperated. she's maybe five foot two and her wavy blonde hair is worn down, with a red bow in it. she's wearing torn jeans - naturally torn, not the sort that you buy with holes in them that youve always hated but the kind that were once normal jeans and now have worn through much of the fabric on the knees. her tshirt is faded and has stains that you cant quite place on it, but youre pretty sure it was once Eidolon merchandise.

she says damnit amy let me answer the door next time. the taller woman, amy apparently, shrugs and steps aside to let you in riley claps her hands together once youre inside and the door is shut. introductions! she shouts. amy, this is, er... I never actually got your name? you tell them your name. she says right! hes one of my clients. and this is Amy, my sister. dont worry about her, shes just a little awkward. amy says can you PLEASE not introduce me as your sister. riley says make me. then she grabs amys shirt and pulls her down, standing on her tiptoes at the same time. they kiss in a very un-sisterly way. you clear your throat politely.

riley breaks away and says right, yeah, sorry! i get distracted easy. youre here to get a dick right. you splutter a bit, both at the bluntness of the question and the fact that amy is still standing right there. riley follows your gaze. she says oh dont worry about her! sorry, i wouldve run her off earlier, i thought you wouldnt come by for another few hours. you say sorry. she says dont worry, its her fault. amy says you didnt tell me you had a client. riley says you didnt ASK. you clear your throat politely again. you say er yes, i did come in for metoidoplasty. she bites her lip and furrows her brow. she says metoido... oh right. well i dont really do that here but i can give you a dick. you say uh im not really interested in phalloplasty. she says whats phalloplasty? amy says its the construction of a penis, usually via tissue flap taken from another part of the body, often followed by the insertion of prosthetics to allow the constructed penis to achieve erection. riley says oh, huh. yeah i dont do that either. i can give you a dick though. she takes a second then puts on an exaggerated scowl. who would want that she asks? amy says lots of people prefer it to metoido for aesthetic reasons or because they dont think theyll be large enough for penetrative sex with metoido. riley says but it wouldnt feel like a dick! man, some surgeons are talentless hacks.

you clear your throat again. you say so if youre- riley says youre clearing your throat a lot, are you okay? you say im fine, its just- she says oh duh were being so rude! why are we all standing around here. come sit down in the living room, do you want anything to drink? she leads you into the living room. it has the unmistakable air of a room thats been cleaned recently, with vacuuming marks present in the carpet and the unmistakable scent of air freshener. the sofa that you're gestured to sit on is, by contrast, unbelievably filthy. stains of every sort are visible on it - some of them are obvious, like the patches of blood and vomit or the ring of a coffee mug. others take you a second to place, like the crusty streak along one cushion that you realize all at once is semen, or the sticky yellow parts that you hope to god are honey. some of them, like the muddy green handprint along one arm of the sofa or the deep black smudge along a seat, are completely foreign to you. you can smell it from several feet away.

amy notices your hesitancy. she says i keep telling her to throw that thing out. riley says and i keep telling HER that its a relic from earth bet! its an antique and itll be worth millions soon. it just needs a good deep cleaning. amy says what that sofa needs is a bullet, not a deep clean. you sit down. drink? riley asks. you say er what do you have? she says water, diet coke, vodka, coffee. no more beer though, SOMEBODY drank the last one. amy says you never said they were off limits! riley says they arent, im just teasing. you say waters fine. riley says aaaaaaaaaamyyyyyyy, could you pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase go get our guest a glass of water and me a diet coke? oh and can you grab the pill bottle on the second shelf of the spice cabinet. amy says sure, i'll be right back.

riley sits down next to you. she says sooooooo what do you want for your dick? you say sorry, if youre not doing phallo or metoido then what exactly are you offering? she says no offense but it would take like literally eight years to give you enough background info for you to understand my explanation, and i dont have that kind of time. im not getting any younger. except for when i am. she laughs louder than you thought a human could. you have no idea how to describe the sound of her laughter. she says just tell me about your dream dick and ill give it to you. trust me, im a doctor.

except that youre not, amy says, returning with glasses and pills in hand. she sets the water down in front of you and you immediately take large gulps, feeling very much lost right now. riley says am TOO, accepting the pill bottle and diet coke from amy. she frowns. why is it can diet coke, she asks? she says glass bottle is so much better. she says why did i even BUY can. amy says they are literally the same liquid, what do you mean its better. riley says theyre not the same, stop deluding yourself. amy says which of us is the REAL doctor? riley says both of us! the PRT finally issued me an equivalency. youre talking to doctor riley davis, MED. amy says oh really? congrats she says. riley beams. then she unscrews the lid of the unlabeled, dark brown glass bottle, grabs three pills, and pops them into her mouth.

what is that you ask. ectasy she says. you want some? you say no thanks. she says you sure? you say i probably shouldnt take drugs before an operation, what if it interacts with the anesthetic? riley says dont worry, i made my own anesthetic that has zero drug-drug interactions. amy says except with sudafed. riley says ok YEAH except with sudafed, how was i supposed to know? she glances at you. you dont take sudafed do you she asks. you say no. she says good. it was such a bitch cleaning the pus off the ceiling she says. you say huh? she says dont worry about it, you dont take sudafed. she says are you sure you dont want any ecstasy? i promise its pure. you say i dont want to get addicted. she says i can surgically remove the addiction pathway from your brain if that would help. amy says riley, no means no. riley says fine. do you want any ecstasy babe? she says no thanks. riley frowns. she says you guys are a bunch of squares. she pops a fourth one and starts chugging diet coke.

she slams the can down after drinking what must be half of it, wipes her mouth with her arm and grins. sorry, we keep getting distracted! she says. she says im getting into the start of a manic episode and that always makes me roll right over people in conversation. what do you want for your dick? you say um. i hadnt really thought about it. its not normally a choice beyond the type of surgery, you sort of just end up with whatever the doctors are able to make work? thats lame she says. why are normal doctors all so lame she says. ok, rude amy says. OBVIOUSLY im not talking about you babe riley says. and stop distracting me from my client! amy holds up her hands in mock surrender, an easy smile on her face.

you didnt bring a toy with you did you, riley asks. you say huh. she says sometimes people bring a toy that they want me to model it after and that makes everything a lot easier. you say no you didn't. you say i hadn't really thought about my preferences, can we go dealer's choice on this? amy pipes up. she says you REALLY dont want riley to go dealers choice. riley says shut up and get me another diet coke, i just finished this one. amy says yes princess. you honestly cant read whether it was meant to be mocking or endearing. riley turns back to you. ok, she says, lets start with basics. primate? canid? equine? suine? dolphin? i could give you a hyena pseudopenis but i dont know if that would be offensive. you say human is fine. she says please dont tell me you're gonna just be boring this whole time. you say define boring. she sighs deeply and starts massaging her temples. amy, having stepped into the room in time to hear the last bit of conversation, tousles rileys hair. she says sorry babe, customer's always right.

you work out the appearance of your soon-to-exist cock this way. riley asks questions about length, girth, hair, amount of semen generated, percentage growth when erect, and you try to give what you think are average answers every time. amy watches, bemused, the whole time. halfway through she leaves to get the bottle of vodka. she drinks five shots in fifteen minutes. you say i didnt think the human body had that much capacity for alcohol resistance. she says it doesnt. riley swats playfully at her arm.

eventually, riley grabs a set of crayons and a cocktail napkin. she says ok, i think we got it, scribbling furiously. she shows you a crayon drawing of a dick. this look good she asks? you squint at it. there are no measurements given and the medium does not allow you to make out any fine detail. you say yeah thats fine. amy tries and fails to hide a smile. riley chucks the napkin aside and rubs her hands together. boring parts done! she says. time to get messy she says. amy pours a sixth shot of vodka. she says dont forget the anesthetic first. riley rolls her eyes. she says OBVIOUSLY i didnt forget the anesthetic. she says ill be right back. as soon as she leaves the room, amy knocks back her shot. she turns to you. she says you mind if i stay and watch? she says i dont want to make you uncomfortable, but i like watching her work. shes cute when shes working. you say at this point youre not sure you would mind anything at all. you say at this point you dont think you would be fazed if she came back with a fully-formed dick wriggling around in her hand like a fish and sewed it onto me. she says dont tempt fate.

riley comes back with a black bag the size of her head, which she sets on the coffee table with a thunk. she points at you and says okay, clothes off. or pants off i guess. you can leave the shirt on. or take it off. i dont care. you take it off. she tells you to lie down and starts pulling things out of the bag. amy stands up from the sofa to give you the space to stretch out and sits on the coffee table instead, one leg pulled up to her chest with her chin resting on her knee.

riley pulls out a syringe from the bag, filled with pitch-black fluid. she says okay this will hurt for a second but only for a second. you say huh? she flips you over onto your belly and jabs the needle against your lower back, into your spinal column. it hurts like a bitch for all of two seconds and then you stop feeling anything at all in your lower body. you also cant move your legs, you realize. what just happened you ask, as she flips you onto your back again. she says i just killed all the cells in the nerves in your lower spine. she says its the easiest way to make sure none of the pain signals slip through, and she'll just replace them with living ones when she's done. you don't know how to respond to that.

she pulls more things out of the bag. a cartoonish array of different cutting implements come out. most of them are various sizes of medical scalpel, ring cutter, or saw, but you also see a pair of chunky pink safety scissors, a pizza cutter, a serrated bread knife, an x-acto, a drill with a comically long bit, a pair of wire cutters, gardening shears, and an awl. she says okay im gonna start operating so look away if you dont wanna see how your crotch looks while its being rearranged. especially if you think you might puke, i hate having to stop to clean up puke in the middle of surgery. you look away. you notice amy is watching transfixed.

for a couple of hours things go on like that. amy and riley make light conversation, with riley filling any silence by humming a wordless tune you dont know. the sounds and smells youre getting are enough to make you slightly sick; you continue not looking.

in the middle of hour two, riley stops. oh goddamnit, she says. what amy asks? riley says she forgot that shed need extra meat. amy says you started a surgery to give somebody a whole new organ and forgot youd need more tissue to do it? riley says shut up, im dumb. amy says no youre not babe. riley says ughhhhh now what. amy says just get his stem cells to grow the tissue you need. riley says nooooooo thatll take forever, and i have places to BE tomorrow, and if i stop putting pressure on him here hes going to bleed out through his cunt. you say wait, what? amy says well i dont know what you want me to do about this situation, i gave you my solution. riley says baaaaaaaaaaabe. amy says whaaaaaaaaaaaat. riley says i think we have some bacon in the fridge, will you pretty please with sprinkles on top go get it? amy says and what do i get in return? riley says a kiss. amy says id get that anyway. riley says my undying love and affection. amy says i have that already. riley says not making me angry at you so you can sleep under my roof without having to worry that ill turn your sweat glands into acid glands in the middle of the night. amy says that, plus i get to top tonight. riley says fiiiiiiiiine, just go get the bacon. amy gets up.

you say look uh i know you said not to question what youre doing but i kind of dont want a dick made of bacon, not to sound ungrateful. also did you say something about me bleeding out? riley says dont worry, if you bleed out ill put the blood back in, im a professional. you say thats not as reassuring as she thinks it is. riley says whos the doctor, mister? you say technically both of us. i have a phd in social sciences you say. she says wow, theyre just giving out doctorates for anything these days, huh? you say hey, rude. she says only teasing. you say anyway, uh, you didnt address the bacon dick thing? she says oh dont worry about it, my amys amazing, youll see.

amy comes back in with the package of bacon. do you need this in any particular shape she asks. riley says nah just give me a good amount of it. and make sure its spongy, so when he gets hard the blood can- amy cuts her off. she says dont worry, ive given you enough penises at this point that i think i know what penile tissue is like at this point. you say given her enough penises? what the hell does that mean? riley says hey, dont kinkshame! she sounds legitimately offended. you say sorry. amy pulls the bacon out of the package, holding it aloft in her left hand. you watch as the familiar look of a half-pound of bacon shifts and warps into a strange lump of fatty, spongy tissue of a waxy color. she hands it to riley. riley says thanks sis youre the best, love you! amy says no problem. riley says id kiss you if i wasnt elbow deep in this guys cunt right now. amy says kiss me after the surgerys done.

another two hours go by. the sounds of flesh being chopped, sawed, and stitched underscore riley and amys meaningless conversation about whether they HAVE to attend their acquaintance lisa's birthday party. riley says lisa probably wouldn't throw a birthday party if there wasn't some sort of scheme going on. amy agrees but says that doesnt indicate whether they should get involved with the scheme or not. you wonder dimly if you will ever feel your lower body again. you wonder if this is purgatory, an endless afternoon of lesbians bickering affectionately while one of them does surgery on you. you turn your head enough to look at the clock. its 5:26pm. where the fuck did the time go?

another hour passes. riley stands up. she is soaked up to her elbow in various bodily fluids - mostly blood, but youre not looking too closely. she says finally! she says just need to regrow your nerve cells now. you say is that going to take long? she says like twenty minutes maybe as she flips you over. you say ok. she jams a different needle into the same spot, injecting a strange yellow paste into your spine. she then flips you onto your back again. you feel brave enough to finally look at your crotch.

there is a completely normal human penis of average size there. you reach a hand down and touch it. you dont have any sensation in it yet since your nerves are all still dead, but it feels warm and soft under your hands. you smile, feeling tears come to your eyes. its over.

rileys talking. she says i followed your specifications except i had to cheat a bit on the nerves, you actually didnt have very many in your clit for whatever reason so your glans has maybe eight thousand fewer nerves than you wanted, sorry about that. she says i gave you balls in your scrotum for shape but since you said you didnt want kids they dont produce sperm. let me know if you want that changed she says. she says it should be fully functional in every respect, but if you notice any erectile dysfunction, incontinence, discoloration in urine or semen, priapism, or any other issue come back and we'll sort it out. if you notice it bleeding in ANY capacity, call me immediately. if im not answering call Amy, ill give you her number. if SHES not answering either then you can start seeing normal doctors, not that those idiots will know how to help you probably. if you want any changes to it call me and ill pencil you in to get it adjusted. get all that she asks. you nod. she says cool. she says itll be like $200, no rush if youre not able to pay right now. you say it might be a bit since youre still trying to pay interest on your student loan debt. wait, she says, they have student loans again? you nod. she says the world ended like thirty years ago, when did they set up student loans again? fuck, how much do you owe? you say a little under eighty thousand. she says jesus fuck, nevermind, its free. goddamn. you say thank you so much. she says yeah of course. do you want us to dress you or do you want to wait until you can move and do it yourself?

#wormblr #parahumans #worm spoilers #riley davis #riley grace davis #bonesaw #nsft #amy dallon #panacea #MY BELOVED GIRL. IS BACK #our writing #dr riley davis mde

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revelmaven · 1 year

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every time my father says he wants to talk to me i know im preparing for at least an hour and a half of hearing him get progressively angrier and answering the same three questions until he can find some way to make my life decisions his idea. and usually it'll end with my mother getting exhausted and asking him to calm down or make his point, at which point he throws a huge tantrum and says he'll never speak again. ive lost count of the amount of times this month he's determined he'll never offer an opinion again

#he got really offended whrn i told him he did not need to be afraid of this decision im currently about to make #he spat that i can resent him all i want but he'll never stop 'loving' me which means he'll always react like this #and is entitled to question everything i do because he's my father and it's his job #this maybe sounds petty ok 'uwu my dad questions me i hate him so much'#it isnt that simple #it's the fact that if he finds out ive done anything that could invovle my future and leaving his house #he interrogates me with increasing aggression until i either apologise and promise not to do anything without him #or agree that everything i do is his idea and i want him to make all my decisions for me #and for everyone (correctly) who's gonna say thats abuse and i need to gtfo asap #thats exactly what tonights tirade was #im getting promoted and am gonna be making another few hundred $$$ a week so i might actually be able to get away #trust me im doing everything i ever can to get out #but like i tried to explain to him - while i dont necessarily want to do this business forever im not Against doing it #and it's my best option rn until something more aligned with my ideal career is available to me #fuck whatever #i feel gross and trapped #mum cut him off after he'd derailed for seven minutes to just talk about how much he hates his boss #which had not been connected to his previous point #and thst sent him into a tantrum #and i do see how it was upsetting to be spoken to that way - i also dont care bc he needed to have shut up half an hour before #i told her i was grateful actually and i didnt need her to come timidly apologise for ruining my night like he'd made her do to him #i fucking hate it here and i hate him #i just want to be treated like im capable of thinking for myself #trauma files #vent

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jqhotchner · 1 month

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hiding a baby bump isn’t as easy as it seems, especially when you’re in the spotlight! yn has done everything to hide her belly away from the world. she wore baggy clothes, big sweaters, heavy jackets, literally anything.

it was pretty obvious she’s hiding something. most people are just speculating she got bigger, others are saying she got surgery, and very few have guessed she’s pregnant. aaron had told her time and time he’s okay with her telling the world.

yn just wasn’t ready to share this precious moment with the world. this is her first pregnancy and she deserves to keep somethings to herself! it’s only fair she gets a little bit of privacy away from the constant prying eyes that has been following her for years.

she loves what she does. loves making music, touring, traveling around the world, going to big events, she loves it all! but she deserves to have a private life just as much as the rest of the world.

unfortunately, not most people think she deserves that! it’s why she’s in complete tears when she sees someone had invaded her privacy when she was out grocery shopping this morning. if someone looked close enough they’d see a very small bump forming.

“do you think rihanna’s pregnant?”

“looks like a bump to me, kate! but it could just be my eyes deceiving me.”

“i can assure you, that is a baby bump! i know once when i see it. ive been pregnant too many times to count. rihanna definitely is pregnant, tim!”

“you heard it here first, folks! looks like our beloved rnb—pop star is expecting one of her own! the question is, who’s the baby’s father?”

“i thought she’d been dating an fbi agent, tim?”

“sources told me she’s exploring her options. apparently things aren’t too serious with mister fbi agent. rihanna just doesn’t see herself being with someone who doesn’t understand her lifestyle. i heard she’s been seeing rapper drake and a few other artists out there. this could be anyone from rapper drake’s baby to actor leonardo dicaprio to mystery man. the options are endless!”

“well, let’s just hope she knows who baby daddy is. we’ll be back with more hollywood scandals!”

yn immediately called her manager. she wanted to get to the bottom of who did this to her. after she got off the phone she called aaron next. she knew he was most likely busy with paperwork, knowing he would have called her immediately if he had a case somewhere.

when aaron answered his guard went up quickly when he heard his wife whimpering. “darling, what’s wrong? is jack okay? is the baby okay?! tell me?”

“aaron, they—they—”

“breath, darling. take a deep breath for me. that’s right, slowly. now, tell me what’s wrong?”

yn explained the situation and aaron is livid. he hated that her privacy was invaded like that. he hated it even more they’re painting his wife to be screwing everyone with a pulse. it’s sickening!

aaron let’s her know he’s coming home immediately! he doesn’t care about work at this moment. she’s more important to him than anything. yn waits patiently for her husband to arrive home.

in the meantime she cuddles up to her boy while watching cartoons. she’s trying to get her mind off of everything. when aaron arrives yn runs to his and hugs him tightly.

“it’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. we’ll sue! they have no business airing out your story before you’re ready!”

yn just wants her boys to. nothing else mattered in that moment.

“mamma, you okay?”

yn turns and gives her boy a small smile. “yeah, baby. your baby brother or sister just making mamma emotional. come on, i want cuddles from my boys!”

aaron smiles as the small family cuddle on the couch. yn will just deal with everything else tomorrow!

#aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #stars jqhotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x female reader

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kociamieta · 13 days

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how did you come up with/decide on the names for your iterator ocs? ive got a whole list of names ive thought of but i cant really seem to settle on any of them...

wow, a whole list is better than i could ever manage - naming things is difficult!

but first, i thought about the iterator names from the game. looks to the moon, five pebbles, no significant harassment, seven red suns…. sliver of straw, pleading intellect, unparalleled innocence, wandering omen…. so the name can really be anything. there’s less of a pattern than with ancient names, but you can still make some loose guidelines out of this:

(amount)+(optional adjective)+(noun), (adjective)+(noun), (noun) of (noun), and so on. it’s best not to think of these as rigid categories though

if you already have a design (bonus points if you also have some idea of their backstory or personality!), you can try to choose words that remind you of them. while this isn’t really the case with the canon iterators - the names don’t usually reflect what they’re like - these are your ocs, you can do anything you want to forever.

since you already have a list of names, maybe try to imagine the characters in some situation and see what would fit best based on that. if it doesn’t sound quite right, play with the word order or use a synonym or two. my main four started as nameless characters in a comic, so i had to imagine how they’d act etc before i even thought of names. with VOS, i considered both the design and its personality, with RFiM it was only based on how they look.

the most difficult part for me personally is thinking of english words i enjoy…. dictionaries and things like thesaurus are your best friend if you also have this problem !!!

fun fact: SDA was meant to be “A Serene Dream” at first, but the acronym would be too good.

#you should ask a naming genius like zarithial this for reaal #ask

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endlessly-cursed · 9 months

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I've been having this AW in my drafts but I finally decided it's good to go!

I. What is the Fankids Appreciation Week?

It's an event in which we appreciate our character's children (remember, family is many things), as well as their dynamics

II. When is the event happening?

The event will happen between the 8th to the 13th of August of this year.

III. What if I can't participate that week for X reasons?

You have two options: simply reblog and enjoy content later or do the posts before the event and queue them 🫶🏻 there's no pressure and the participation is totally voluntary

IV. Do I need to participate in all of the days?

Course not! Participating one day or even just reblogging the posts is participation itself! As I said, nobody's forced to participate

V. How can I participate?

By simply submitting your post with the tag #fankidsaw23 ! Could it be a ramble, a text, moodboard, or combined. Anything goes!

VI. What are the prompts?

Under the cut I'll explain the prompts. Hope to see you there, dear reader! 🫶🏻

1. Day One: Firstborn

Show appreciation to the eldest of the bunch, or the first fankid you ever created!

2. Day Two: Double Trouble

Tell me all about your fav duo! Could it be twins, the two kiddos you like most or the two eldest/youngest/middle children that need more love

3. Day Three: Holy Trinities

Could it be triplets, the three eldest or youngest or even the first three you ever created, show me that holy trinity of your bunch!

4. Day Four: Fantastic Four

Show love to those four fankids that you so love, quadruplets or even just four kiddos that are just neat to you

5. Day Five: Avengers

Show us your favourite five children or five that deserve love, or a combination of another moot's kiddos that, together, make the perfect wizarding avengers

6. Day Six: Football Team

Could it be six kiddos you've got, your top six or simply six kiddos, yours or just shared or in the same family that you simply love

7. Day Seven: Family dynamics

It can apply to a mother-child duo, siblings, a whole family that spans centuries or simply decades, show me your favourite dynamics of your famil(ies)y

Bonus: Co-parent appreciation

Show some love to that moot/friend whom you co-parent your fankid with! Could it be one, two, three... Let's spread some love 🫶🏻

Tagging: @cursedvaultss @cursed-herbalist @cursedlegacies @hphmmatthewluther @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze @gaygryffindorgal @potionboy3 @cursebreakerfarrier @mjs-oc-corner @camillejeaneshphm @that-scouse-wizard @whatwouldvalerydo @slytherindisaster @kathrynalicemc @magicallymalted @gcldensnitch

#hphl #hpfb #fantastic beasts and where to find them #riddle era #marauders era #golden era #hphm #hogwarts mystery #magic awakened #hp next gen

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factorialsotherfandoms · 7 months

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Pac is curled on the sofa beside Forever's bed, watching him rest. It has been over a day now and nearly two - his vitals remain stable, the machinery dug up to keep monitoring him a reassurance, but he is worried. People should not be unconscious for so long, and there is so good way for the group to feed him. Even if they could find an IV, who knows how to use it? And would they have the right things to put in it?

It might be Pac's own fault, he knows; for giving Cellbit notes which lead him to an antidote which did damage to them, or perhaps for falling to the drugs himself and so not getting the antidote to Forever before more damage was done. With the amount Forever had taken, who knows how badly it wrecked his system?

Everyone always reassured Pac when he spoke to them, and the words seemed true, but alone with Forever and the monitors... It is much, much harder to hold onto hope.

They had no Doctor on the island, the closest options being those who had saved allies lives on the battlefield, the potion makers, and arguably himself - Pac, unlike many of the others, was at least familiar with human anatomy. You had to be, to make some of Chume Labs' creations work - prosthetics, mostly.

Cellbit would be here soon, taking over to watch Forever for the last bit of the night while Pac got some sleep before his early start. They had arranged shifts between themselves, making sure Forever was never alone - Philza first, while the island was busy, then Pac as things started to die down, and then Cellbit in the dead of the night. Bad and Tubbo and Fit and Antoine and everyone else would come by and spend some time with him, too - even Slime, though he had somehow wrecked half of the furniture in three minutes there.

Accidentally, Tubbo said. Knowing Slime to be the only person clumsier than Pac, it is maybe even true.

Pac would have expected Baghera sooner or later, but... It really did just confirm that, like Mike, she is missing. More of the island ripped away, and people barely even noticed...

The eggs, Baghera, Mike... How can Pac protect anyone, when he does not even know truly what they were facing? When something so, so terrible the eggs fled without their clothes is coming, and still nobody knows what it even might be.

Cellbit is late, now - by three minutes, and then four. Pac tugs on his sleeves and curls deeper into the sofa, flickering between Forever and the door and dreading when it makes thirty minutes without contact and he can call Cellbit also lost once more.

Thankfully it does not come to that - at seven minutes and thirty six seconds late, Cellbit knocks at, and then opens, the door.

"Sorry, I couldn't get Tubbo to shut up," Cellbit looks exhausted and more than half way to death himself. "He might have found a lead on the eggs - we're not sure. Got some things to think on now, and going out again to look tomorrow."

"A lead?" Pac's ears perk up with his eyes.

"He found copies of their items in a room at the centre of a maze," Cellbit yawns a little, and sits himself down. "There's a roulette wheel in the centre, and its impossible to get to them - the kid managed to find a way, but when he spun the wheel lava poured down. Items were fine, but he's a bit singed."

Pac gives a weak but genuine laugh, "sounds like him."

Cellbit shakes his head.

"Sounds like you," Pac follows up with.

"I was never this bad."

"You were," Pac leans over, resting his head on Cellbit's shoulder, "and, if you knew half of the things he did about engineering, you would be much, much worse."

"... Did I scare you?" Cellbit's voice is quiet as he takes one of Pac's hands.

"Tubbo does too," Pac squeezes it, watches Forever breathe, and puts a little more weight on Cellbit's arm. "Is we all being safe and happy too much to ask?"

"It shouldn't be."

The silence reigns a little while.

Cellbit squeezes his hand, frowns, and continues, "but I suppose it must be. So we fight for it, and we work for it, and we use whatever we have to keep our family and friends safe."

"Forever is still unconscious, do you think I-"

"If it were the antidote being toxic, you would be with him, so it has to be damage the drug did to him," Cellbit is blunt about that at least. "You saved him. We'd have never found an antidote in time without you sacrificing yourself to get some. I mean, you know what the missing ingredient was?"

Pac shakes his head.

"The drug itself. And we would never have been able to steal some from Forever. We had plans to try, but a four digit combination lock with no clues? It would have taken hours. And then we'd have still had to work out what to do with it - we wouldn't have known about the fermented spider's eye without you taking it," Cellbit puzzles through it. "Really I was kind of useless to the whole thing - you got the drug, Bad had the brewing stand, Philza had the eyes... I didn't even know how to use the damn thing."

"I should teach you," Pac says. "In case it happens again."

"Please don't."

"If it saves someone..."

"I know."

Cellbit puts his arm around Pac's shoulder and squeezes.

Pac wriggles an arm behind Cellbit's back, and hugs him too.

"Nobody even knows if he'll be okay," Pac whispers. "I might have been too late..."

"If you were too late, I was too," Cellbit says. "It took me longer than it should to find everything, too busy reading other things, thinking of other enigmas... Delaying calling Philza and Bad to the meeting room because Bad says 'owo' and Philza typed back with a smiley face."

Pac laughs. He doesn't mean to, but he does, "paranoia get to you?"

"Have you seen this island!" Cellbit waves around with the arm not around Pac. "Everything is trying to kill us! Except for each other. All we have is each other."

He thinks of Foolish arresting him for a crime which never happened - Mr Mustard now safely in the capybara village. He thinks of the secrets and the lies and the nervousness; he frowns and he says "do we?"

"Yes," Cellbit says without a doubt. "If nothing else - I have you and Roier and Felps and Forever and Mike. I trust all of you."

"I trust you too," and Pac finds that he does. He thinks a little more and adds "I trust Fit. I'd trust Tubbo to save me but not with information or to keep himself safe. I don't speak much with Philza, but I'd trust him with Richarlyson and Forever. Bad, with our egg. I think... If I were in trouble, I think almost everyone would help in what ways they could. I think if they were in trouble, I would do what I can. I'm not sure I'd trust many of them with my family, but I'd trust them with me."

Cellbit smiles, "it's a lot, isn't it? So many people..."

"It really is," Pac whispers back. "When I was rescued... I don't think I've ever had so many people worried about me. At the orphanage there were even more people, but it was only Mike who cared, and then..."

"And then," Cellbit agrees. "Bad you can trust, and Philza too. I would vouch for them both on that."

"You sure?"

"They're not /family/," Cellbit says. "But if family's in danger and they're around, I wouldn't hesitate to ask them for help; Philza was even already planning something, with Fit and Etoiles, and it was about the plan I had before seeing your messages."

"You had another plan?"

"Kill Forever and take the drugs from his corpse," Cellbit winced. "Though given the strength of the antidote... I imagine it wouldn't have gone well."

"Without knowing the drug it seems like a good one."

"And you were the one who got us the information to actually save him," Cellbit hugs Pac closer. "I know it looks bad now, but... But he's alive, and healing, and /safe/. You did it Pac, you did it."

"We did it."

The number of affirmations and praise are a little overwhelming, enough so he almost missed the tears being blinked back in Cellbit's eyes.

He does not miss them, though, so Pac wriggles out and pulls Cellbit into a proper hug.

"He's safe now," Pac repeats Cellbit's words back to him. "And once he's healed, we'll find Mike, and Richarlyson, and find a way off this island. Just like we promised, right?"

"Right," Cellbit says, between silent tears. "Exactly. And I've got-"

"To sleep more," Pac finishes. "You don't think as well when you're tired."

"I've got to watch Forever."

"I mean tomorrow night," Pac rests his chin on Cellbit's head. "It's my turn to sleep now."

"Alright."

Despite the words, neither of them move an inch. Tonight, Pac falls asleep on that sofa, and in the morning he'll wake with his head in Cellbit's lap.

#qsmp fic #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp forever #i guess #hurt/comfort #all sorts of things are discussed! this is also serving as a recap of last night major points for myself lol #i've hopped around the VODs and watched a few bits here and there #a lot is discussed and nothing happens #as is one of my genres of fic lol #also!#both pac and cellbit get hugs and this is important to me #qsmp fanfic

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trollsedits · 10 days

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Brozone as K-pop Songs + Poppy and Viva headcanon

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I Love listing to kpop I was in my kpop era back in high school and middle school but I have stop listening to it but I started listening to it again to really brings back the memories and I also love listening to new kpop songs aswell :]

My favorite kpop group is Bts and Twice

I grew up with OG kpop groups like 2NE1,BigBang, Exo, Girls generation and so on in my inbox please do leave suggestions on your favorite kpop songs/ group I might check it out my current favorite kpop song is

Omg (New Jeans) and Love Dive (IVE)

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John Dory:

-Monster (Exo)

-Let’s not fall in love (Big Bang)

-Sober (Big bang)

-Blood,Sweat & Tears (Bts)

-Life Goes on (Bts)

-I am the best (2NE1)

-what is love? (twice)

-obsession (Exo)

-forever Young (BlackPink)

-red light (Fx)

-Butter (Bts)

-spring day (Bts)

-Tempo (Exo)

-Loser (Big Bang)

Bruce:

-Love Shot (Exo)

-love me right (Exo)

-I love you (2NE1)

-Love Scenario (Ikon)

-Kiss kiss (Ladies Code)

-Fantastic baby (Big Bang)

-Fake Love (Bts)

-seven (jungkook)

-Shine (Pentagon)

-The Feels (Twice)

-Crush (2NE1)

-Call me baby (Exo)

-bae bae (Big bang)

Clay:

-Russian Roulette (Red Velvet)

-Power up (Red Velvet)

-Rover (kai)

-You think ( Girls generation)

-Look (GOT7)

-Never ever (GOT7)

-Good boy (GD & Taeyang)

-Gentleman (PSY)

-Fire (Bts)

-I’m not cool (Hyuna)

-ma city (Bts)

-Run (Bts)

-Omg (New Jeans)

-Dope (Bts)

-hate you (ladies code)

-sugar free (T-ara)

Floyd:

-Hard Carry (GOT7)

-Chained Up (VIXX)

-Lounder than bomb (Bts)

-Black Dress (CLC)

-Love Option (Bestie)

-Set me Free (Twice)

-miniskirt (AOA)

-I Got a Boy (Girls Generation)

-so wonderful (Ladies Code)

-Love Dive (IVE)

-killing me good (Jihyo)

-save me (bts)

-Stay Tonight (Chung ha)

-Dice (NMIXX)

-Set me Free (Ladies Code)

Branch:

-Permission to dance (Bts)

-idol (bts)

-I’m gonna be a star (Twice)

-What is love? (twice)

-Shut down (Blackpink)

-playing with Fire (Black pink)

-ready for love (Black pink)

-Hate (4 Minutes)

-Yet to come (Bts)

-I’m fine thank you (ladies code)

-Lotto (Exo)

-I Need U (Bts)

-Lucky ones (Exo)

-Free somebody (Luna)

-Not that Type (gugudan)

-killing me (Ikon)

-Super Shy (New jeans)

-Feel special (Twice)

Poppy:

-Ice cream cake (Red velvet)

-Me likey (Twice)

-A girl like me (Gugudan)

-Queencard (G-idle)

-Gotta go (Chung ha)

-Fancy (Twice)

-Dance the Night Away (Twice)

-Boy with love (Bts)

-shake it (Sistar)

-Pretty Pretty (Ladies code)

-All Night (Girls Generation)

-Thumbs up (momoland)

-Wonderland (Gugudan)

-pop (nayeon)

Viva:

-Pink Venom (Black Pink)

-Loco (ITZY)

-Seniorita (G-Idle)

-I can’t stop me (Twice)

-You and I (Dreamcatcher)

-Crazy (4 minutes)

-Go hard (Twice)

-Tomboy (G-Idle)

-Girls (Aespa)

-Moonlight Sunlight (Twice)

-Saturday Night (Son Dambi)

-make me go crazy (Ladies code)

-Electric shock (Fx)

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Anyways, I’m not taking any requests currently but still do leave some ideas or so I will come back to it eventually but anyway please so leave me some kpop song suggestions in my inbox I will take a look at it…. :]

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Like + Follow are very much appreciated! ✨

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beautifulpersonpeach · 4 months

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It's cold and dreary and the tannies are gone,,, *cries in the corner* But the re-debuting (?) efforts for 2 cool 4 skool (I definitely didn't know how to spell this lol) is so heartwarming!! I just feel warm and fuzzy inside, you know?? Do you know if these fandom efforts are typical for kpop groups? I don't know what to expect for this ms era. I keep seeing articles and discussions that talk about who'll fill in the gap that's left by bts. It's not that I'm super worried (I know exactly where I stand), but I just don't know what will happen next as a whole. I quite enjoy the current army atmosphere. It makes me think that armys are the best when they are working towards a goal. Would you be able to share what are the things that ppl (who's never been through something like this) should keep in mind moving forward for the next 6month-1.5year? Thank you so much!

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Yeah, re-charting old songs is something more than a few fandoms do from time to time, but ARMYs’ aim of re-charting several old songs, sometimes whole albums, at once and methodically - that’s something I don’t think has been done before. And yes it warms my heart to see the fandom give BTS this. Even though it’s more of symbolic gesture than ‘huge achievement’, it’s a tangible way the fandom can express that we intend to stick by BTS this entire time. Life might happen, we might explore other groups and hobbies or take some time to ourselves, but we’ll never really abandon BTS or forget them while they’re in service. It also allows the fandom the opportunity to re-experience BTS’s old music. It’s reminding me of why I fell in love with them in the beginning.

And you’re right. The fandom does need a goal to work towards. One of the first things I said on this blog that I remember people got mad at me for (lol), was that I think many ARMYs are just Type A k-pop stans who prioritize BTS. A lot of us do well with targets and performance measures, using information and ingenuity to achieve desired goals for someone we love genuinely gets us going. When the fandom is aimless people go crazy. So yeah, keep ARMYs busy and peace will be reasonably attainable.

It seems HYBE intends to keep milking the fandom too - more documentaries are coming, at least four members will release new music over the next 1.5 years, we might get a Jin tour/showcase or Hobi live performances, etc. So I guess we’ve got nothing to worry about on that front.

I’m not too sure myself what to expect between now and 2025. Last week I talked about what usually happens when a group enlists based on what I’ve observed:

1. Some people take a break away from k-pop fully.

2. Some explore other groups, whether or not they end up stanning as well.

3. Some people stay in k-pop and remain only committed to BTS

All three options are valid and sometimes there’s no real difference between how people approach options 2 and 3.

But really, while the guys are in the military I don’t expect the infighting within the fandom to reduce. At best it’s going to remain this annoying for the next 18 months. I know people are hopeful we get more spaced out releases but I’m actually expecting some stacked line-ups in releases next year. I’m also not expecting Seven/Golden-style promotions for any member that doesn’t release under HYBE America. The usual suspects (akgaes, shooters, antis, shippers) will be whining in any case so it’s going to be a pain.

And outside the fandom, I know the race is going to be mad. Right now ATEEZ, Stray Kids, NewJeans, RIIZE, Aespa, VCHA, Katseye, IVE, SHINee, Blackpink and few more… are revving up to take over in 2024. I’m so curious to see all the ways these groups/their companies will try to fill the BTS vacuum. How they will try to court ARMYs and pitch themselves as the rightful successors to BTS.

I’m not really sure what to expect but I know it’s going to be a fun time that’s for sure.

#BTS #kpop #BTS fandom #BTS army #bts chapter 2 #bts enlistment

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crystalsnow95z · 8 months

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can you write a sickfic about jimin coming down with a cold while shooting run bts?

Hopefully this is acceptable to you. I don't have the spare time to rewrite it.. I just wrote without planning ahead. The ending sucks. If you don't like it I'll write a new one

Tw: IV used so needle meantion?

"Jiminie, choose a paper." J-Hope gently nudges Jimin to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry." Jimin takes a piece of paper from the cup. "I got-"

"No, no don't tell them Jimin-sii. It's a scavenger hunt. You need to find the item. Telling the others will make it harder." Staff warns him.

"Ah, right. Thank you." He bows, fighting off the urge to cough.

"Are you feeling okay Jiminah? Your voice sounds off." Yoongi places a hand on his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Its just a little tickle in my throat. I'll rest when I get home. It's no big deal." Jimin smiles, trying to sound convincing even with another cough following his words.

"Are you sure Jimin? You could sit this one out and be an MC if you aren't feeling well." Namjoon frets as well, placing his hand on the back if Jimin's neck, checking for warmth.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cold. It's just annoying." Jimin moves away from Namjoon, checking his objects again before folding up the paper, putting it in his jeans pocket."Okay, I'm ready."

The boys are led to a giant warehouse, where they must find their seven items and return to staff everyone given a bag to put their items in.

"You can team up if you like, but that means you have to find each item on every players list. If one finishes all seven, they must wait for their teammates to find all seven as well." Staff explains the rules once more when they reach the destination.

"So it's a gamble.." Yoongi weighs his options of working with someone or working on his own.

"Taehyungie-Hyungie team up with me!" Jungkook jumps onto the back of Taehyung, almost making both men topple forward.

"Aiish Jungkook-ah give me warning before you jump on me.." Taehyung scolds in fear, adjusting the mankae so he doesn't fall, heart racing. "You almost made us fall.."

"Sorry Hyungie. I just think it'll be more fun in a group and you're pretty good at these types of things." Jungkook apologizes, leaning into Taehyung’s cheek.

"Alright Koo. Let's do this together!" Taehyung quickly recovers his cheerfulness, forgiving him instantly.

"If they're teaming together, will you team up with me hyung?"J-Hope asks Yoongi.

"Allright..alright.." Yoongi gives in istantly.

Jimin thought about asking someone to team up with him, but thought against it. It would be easier to hide how awful he felt if he didn't have a team mate.

"Anyone else teaming up?" Staff asks.

"Do we have to decide now?" Jin asks.

"No. You can decide to team up in game but once you agree to be on a team you can't back out."

"Okay, okay. I got it. I'll decide later." Jin replied politely.

"Me too." Jimin adds in and with that, the game begins.

Jungkook gets off Taehyungs back, pulling him into the building.

"They're gonna burn out quickly if they plan to run around.." Yoongi smiles.

"And they might pass up ah item.." Namjoon adds in.

Jimin waits for the others to go in, pretending to adjust his head cam before sneezing into his hands. "Hehitgzh!"

"Bless you." Staff says sympathically.

"Thanks.." Jimin smiles politely, going inside the building. It was a lot bigger on the inside, making him feel worried about finding his items.

Mang toy, snow globe, purple bouncy ball, army headband, red mic, stuffed cat, and a heart.. I wonder if anyone has the same items on their list..

Jimin repeated the list over and over in his head, coughing into his elbow. He could hear the sound of J-hope happily squealing, so he could only assume he already found an item.

"The faster I do this, the sooner I can sit and rest.." Jimin mutters to himself, going through the building. The more he walked, the more tired he became.

"What if we collect things not on our list?" Jimin hears the voice of Jungkook in the hallway head.

"You want to sabotage the other teams?" Taehyung questions.

"What if they have the same idea? Or we can use the items as a trade off if they do!" Jungkook says excitedly.

Jimin covered his face, trying to fight off the urge to sneeze, but even with managing to stop himself, a cough escapes, his sinuses draining into his throat. He tried to muffle it while he runs, but it slowed him down, making him feel dizzy.

"Was that Minnie?" Taehyung questions, quickly turning the corner to find him.

Jimin tries to quickly go into a room to avoid him, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but Taehyung grabs onto the back of his shirt before he could get away.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"Are you okay Jimin-ah?" Taehyung shows no interest in blaming him for spying, only having concern in his big brown eyes.

"Huh..? That's what you followed me for?" Jimin blinks, dumbfounded.

"Of course. The game isn't important if you're unwell." Taehyung says in a serious tone, using his sleeve to wipe Jimin's nose.

"Don't do that you could get sick." Jimin backs up, quickly pulling out the face mask from his pocket, putting it on to protect his fellow 95er.

"It'll be easier on you if you had a teammate, they can help find things with you."

"But you already have Jungkook-ah. That's 21 things to find."

"We don't care about that Hyung." Jungkook adds in, finding the room they slipped into. "We can find 21 things together! We already have two!" Jungkook proudly presents a golden mic charm and a Koya plush.

"But that'll be.." Jimin's words get cut off by another bout of coughs. Jungkook takes this as an opportunity to take Jimin's paper from his back pocket as Taehyung strokes Jimin's back.

"More Minnie, it sounds like you're getting worse.." Taehyung frowns, taking Jimin's hand. "Don't worry. We'll find all your items plus our own!"

"But I said-"

"Too late! I already took your note. That means you gotta team with me!" Jungkook waves the red sheet of paper he pick pocketed. "We already got an item from this list!" Jungkook says excitedly, digging a bouncy ball from his pocket.

"See? It was destiny for us to work together! That makes one item each!" Taehyung smiles brightly.

"Oh alright.." Jimin didn't care if he won or lost right now. They still had to spin the penalty wheel and some of the things listed weren't so bad.

"We gotta hurry though. Do you want me to carry you Hyung?" Jungkook offers, getting down for Jimin to get on his back.

Jimin shakes his head, afraid if he spoke he'd cough.

"Oh alright.. the offers always there.." Jungkook straightens up, giving the paper to Taehyung to look over. The mankae line walks down the hallway together, Jimin staying a couple steps behind, surpressing another sneeze.

"Where should we go next.. the hallway goes in three different directions.." Jungkooks eyes dart from one hall to the other, trying to decide which is the best option.

"should we split up and meet up back here in 10 minutes, but let me see your lists first." Jimin had to get away, his head pounding from the pressure.

"You can take mine, I memorized it." Taehyung gives up his purple paper.

"Take mine too." Jungkook gives up his pink one.

Jimin nods, going right.

"Is it okay to let him go alone?" Jungkook watches him go. "He's looking pale.."

"He's gonna try to hide how he feels. It's better to let him go and let it out instead of him holding it to stop us from worrying.." Taehyung knew his friend very well.

Jimin slipped into a room, releasing the sneezes he was trying to hold in. "Hehtichih! Hehitch! He'iychiugh.." he whines, feeling the snot soak into the cloth mask. "Uuh.." he takes it off with a sigh, trying to clean it off with a crumpled up tissue.

"Here Jiminie." Jin offers him a new tissue. "Blow your nose for hyung."

"Aiish! Hyung you scared me!" Jimin jumps at the sudden new voice, accepting the tissue, turning away to try to clear his nose.

"Sorry Jimin. I didn't mean to." Jin says gently. "Namjoon-Ah was looking for you. He wanted to team up with you, but seeing those papers in your hand you already got a team."

"Oh, yeah.. they bullied me into it.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"I'm glad." Jin smiles. "I'll let you look in this room then. I found something already."

He waves a Tata doll proudly. "Take it easy okay? Do you want me to get staff for you?"

"No. Im fine. Its just a little cold. I can do this."

Jin gives him a small packet of tissues from his bag. "Please tell staff if it becomes too much okay?" He plants a kiss on top of Jimin's head before leaving.

"Thanks hyung.." jimin searches the room, looking at the papers over and over. He couldn't focus on the words, only taking a minute to forget half the list.

This is not good.. I'm gonna hold them back..

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, the stress of disappointing his team, only making his headache worsen. He buries his head in his hands, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself, but when he tries to fill his lungs, a hacking cough comes.

I don't feel well at all.. I'll just rest for a minute..

Jimin lays on his side, taking deep breaths to try to calm his nerves, closing his eyes. He only got a few minutes to rest before the itch returned to his throat,coughing up phlegm, sitting up again. "Wait.. a snow globe!"

Jimin rushes to underneath the table, relieved when he picks up the small globe. "Oh wow.. it's got the BTS logo inside with BT21 playing around it.."

"What does?" Jungkook asks, rushing to Jimin's side.

"This.." He shows him the snow globe. "Has it been ten minutes already?"

"No.. I just got worried about you.." Jungkook admits with a bashful smile. "Jinnie-hyung said you were sneezing a lot, so I went to check on you.."

"Thanks Jungkook-ah. I'm feeling better now that I found something. I was worried I'd only be dead weight.."

"Even if you were, its okay. If you want you can just rest in this room as me and Taehyungie will do it!"

"No. No, i can help." Jimin makes it to his feet. "I just don't think I can run without burning out."

"You don't have to run. I'll do all the running! When we find all 21 items I'll carry you to the entrance on my back!" Jungkook says confidently.

"Even if we find the last item all the way at the far end of the building?" Jimin teases.

"Mm.. I'll ask Taehyungie to help if that happens."

Jimin giggles, but it quickly turns into a cough.

"Let's go meet up with Taehyungie.." He quickly pulls Jungkook trying to not give him time to worry.

"Alright..." Jungkook doesn't stop him, meeting in the fork in the hallway for Taehyung.

"I found a heart!" Taehyung approaches proudly. "And a Stuffed puppy. It kinda looks like rapmon!" He shows the white dog. "Isn't it cute?"

"A heart was on my paper too.. does that mean we gotta find two?" Jungkook asks curiously.

"We should look for one just in case.. Jiminie how are you holding up? This room I found has a couch in it. You can lay down for a bit."

"Oh! I forgot! I found a rubber duck. That was on your list wasn't it Taehyungie?"

"Yes! We're doing good! So good!" Taehyung smiles. "Also I saw Namjoonie-hyung and Jinnie-hyung together. I think they formed a team. That means they'll have to find 14 items."

"That's good.. that doesn't put us at too much of a disadvantage." Jungkook smiles. "We could still avoid last place!"

Jimin relaxes, feeding off of their positive energy. He pulls out the snow globe from his bag, trying to show his contribution."Oh Tete look at this snowglo.." he nearly drops it when he starts coughing. Taehyung hugs him from behind, placing his hands on Jimin's to steady them.

"Are you okay Jimin-sii?" Jungkook takes the snow globe from Jimin, looking at him with wide panicked eyes. "Maybe you should lay down.."

Jimin gives in. He couldn't keep pretending he was okay. It was starting to hurt to breathe and he felt chills run down his spine. "Okay.."

Jungkook picks him up before he can argue, letting Taehyung lead the way to the room with a nice plush couch. "Here you go, Jiminie, nice and comfy.." He places him down, taking off his jacket for Jimin to use as a blanket.

"Thanks, Jungkook-ah.. I'll just lay down for a little bit, then I'll help.." Jimin curls up on his side, coughing into his fist.

"Don't worry about it, Minnie. Rest well, okay?" Taehyung gently moves Jimin's hair out of his face. "I'll come back to check on you soon. Okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.." Jimin yawns, exhaustion hitting hard when his body starts relaxing.

Taehyung and Jungkook go to the door, but instead of Taehyung leaving, the two boys silently play rock, paper scissors, Taehyung hiding in the room, and Jungkook leaving.

Taehyung waited until he heard Jimin's nasally snore to come out of hiding, sitting on the floor in front of the couch gently stroking . "My poor Minnie, Jk is gonna get staff.."

Jimin wakes up laying in J-hope's lap. "Huh? When did i.." His voice comes out hoarsely, getting quieter as he tried to speak, trying to sit up to look around.

"Shh..don't talk baby and be careful.. you have an IV in." J-hope pushes him back down.

"What about the game?" Jimin disobeyed J-hope wanting his questions answered.

"Me and Yoongi finished, so I decided to come sit with you."

"Did..we lose?" Jimin asks.

"No. Everyone else is still in the game. Yoongi-hyung is watching the others still playing.

Jimin relaxes a little. "Who's winning?"

"Right now, it's Junggukkie and Tae. They got 2 more to find to Joonie and hyungs 4. It's a really close game." J-hope smiles. "You don't have to worry about not being there, so just take it easy. Can you drink some water for me?"

Jimin nods, sitting up slowly. J-hope opens the water bottle for him. The cool water felt nice on his sore throat.

"Jiminie is up? That's great." Yoongi's shoulders slump in relief when he comes over. "How are you feeling Jimin?"

"I'm feeling a little better now.." Jimin sniffles.

Yoongi looks for a tissue when he hears him. "Guess what Jiminie?" He asks wiping Jimin's nose.

"Huh?"

"Taehyungie and Kook got second. Namjoon-ah and hyung will be getting the penalty." Yoongi tells him with a smile. If they got last place, he was willing to take Jimin's for him feeling relieved he didn't have to.

Taehyung and Jungkook run up to Jimin. "We did it! We did it! We didn't get last place!" Jungkook cheers loudly.

"I'm sorry I wasn't much help." Jimin says guilt weighing in his chest.

"The thing Namjoonie-hyung and Seokjinnie hyung couldn't find was the snowglobe. There were only two in the whole warehouse. We probably wouldn't have won without you." Jungkook comforts Jimin, getting a smile.

"And with second place we get to keep the things we found, but I gave the dog to Namjoonie." Taehyung gives Jimin his bag from the game, it holding all seven treasures on his list.

"Thanks Tete. I'll treasure the snowglobe as our winning trophy." Jimin smiles, stifling another sneeze. He didn't want to ruin the mood.

"We decided we'll do the punishment in the next episode. We want to get you home.." J-hope squeezes Jimin's hand, watching staff remove the IV.

Jimin winces, staff quickly putting a bandaid over it. "Thank you.." he bows his head to staff. "I'm sorry, I worried everyone.."

"Don't worry..you can help it when you're sick. I'll make you some tea and jook when we get home." Jin ruffles his hair lovingly. "Hyung will take care of you. Let's do the outro and get home."

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fictionfixations · 3 months

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twisted wonderland (and talking about visual novels)

TWISTED WONDERLAND SPOILERS.

and brief mystic messenger mention

okay. so. im getting into twisted wonderland

and. can i just ask. why does the story actually seem cool? also DESIGNS??? WOAHHH.

Maybe I'm biased, I've had the story a bit spoiled to me cause. Okay so I got into Twisted Wonderland because I was reading Katekyou Hitman Reborn! fics, and there's this series filled with Skull being characters from Twisted Wonderland (and other stuff ofc). And I decided, why not, and it seemed so cool (I adore bamf skull), and also. Honestly. My favorite is Riddle Rosehearts. (Also the 'OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!' ability. 1. Ayo CoLLAR ME PLS HAha- 2. I don't know if it gets more extreme but in the fics its been used to kill a bunch of people at once because, y'know, off with your head. The ability seems very cool.)

honestly i have no complaints about the story?? and maybe thats on me because the most experience i have with japanese visual novels is they're all romance games. and i really appreciate it not being that. HELL YEAH. give me my fantasy adventure with disney villains everyday!

i cannot tell you how much i LOVED Ever After High. And then there was Descendants (i think it got so popular that Ever After High got discontinued, which NOOOO)

Anyway I got so obsessed with Descendants. And then I went to a store and there was Descendants stuff and I bought a lot. I don't know why but I even bought like a Mal wig?? I don't even know why, I don't cosplay.

I'm not sure whose related to who and where exactly it fits in the universe (like, for example, if Riddle's related to the queen of hearts or something, no idea), but there's basically these dorms for seven of these like.. villains. Introduction to who they are in the prologue imo is kinda portraying it in a way that you want to be inspired by them? Like, oh, Scar just wanted equality between the Hyenas and the Lions (I think? I haven't watched that movie in so long), and while technically that's kind of true.. I think other stuff happened but I honestly can't remember.

Or like... The. evil queen? I think that's from Snow White's story. Uhh, that she wanted to be the fairest in all the land and was willing to do whatever it takes, which that was something to be admired about. Honestly don't hang on my word if you don't know about the game's story and reading this anyway because I don't remember a lot from the movies.

(ALSO for once not a story where we're assumed to be like, a girl? again, my only experience is those romance games sadly, but oh my god. I've been trying to get back into Mystic Messenger cause I never had the patience for it before, but the

me: I'm not a girl [dialogue option]

707 I think: ..Then why are you here??? Did you miss the 'something something. It was like [for females] or [female-oriented]'

it was 'youdidntreadsweetfantasyforladies?'

apparently its cause korea wasn't supportive of lgbtq stuff so even the more gay-er routes (COUGH COUGH jAEHEE MY BELOVED) were risky, sad.

but i don't know man. (can we talk about how guys are pushed to like those really overly muscular and buff men.? Wouldn't that technically make them possibly more gay? like idk. question:

if a boy were to play with, say, a barbie doll, would that be more gay then

playing with muscular half-naked men??? i really wonder why it's not flipped the other way around to promote f/m instead of f/f or m/m admiration lol)

anyway i got so off topic. and then i got distracted and i dont remember what i was talking about

segway to my next topic:

also. also. can we just. talk about the overblot designs? okay so im spoiling myself and going on the wiki but im not that patient

LOOK AT HOW GORGEOUS. ALSO HEELS. and i cant tell if its heeled boots but STILL. that little dress part that hangs around the body, the thing behind the head i dont know the name of but ive seen it before, the marking on the face reminding me of like one of those widow veils, the flowers around the waist is a nice touch

and the mark on his neck is 👀

like just SQUEEE, its very pretty, i would LOVE to play him but I'm pretty sure that's not possible

and cause overblotting is like a dangerous thing

(ive read that its like a rare thing in a fic but kept happening often since we arrived [one overblot for every 'book' or dorm] but idk if its canon cause i havent gotten to the explanation in the game and i dont think the wiki mentions it)

#thoughts #spoilers #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #visual novel #i rant about otome games and visual novels and stuff like that

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megmischief · 1 year

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Sebastian x AFAB Reader - 'Ashes' Part Three

M RATED - Mature Themes & Angst 😇🙏

"Ah! Farmer!! You're finally awake!!" Harvey beamed down at you with a warm smile.

You were confused as to how you even got to the clinic, let alone why. "Huh? Uh...Yeah..."

Harvey sits on your bedside after checking your vitals to ensure he can release you after the two days you had spent at the clinic recovering. "So... you're looking a lot better than when you got here." He chuckled to himself.

You peered up at him, eyes half-lidded. "What even happened, Harv'?" As you peer down at your arm you see an IV drip with fluids attached.

"Robin and Demetrius brought you here. You were...in a pretty bad way... Unfortunately, while mining, you were struck by a Shadow Shaman..." Harvey began playing with his thumbs, obviously not wanting to tell you the rest of the story.

Your eyes widen as you realise the seriousness of the situation you have put yourself in. "O-Oh...I'm so sorry to trouble you, Harvey... Feel free to charge it to my account as soon as you can."

"That's not all, love..." The nervousness was evident in his voice; as though he was about to read you your last rights. "You're pregnant..."

You can't help but jolt up in your bed, eyes wide, as the shock strikes you like electricity coursing through your veins. "What?! Harvey. Please tell me you're lying. I'm on contraception! How am I going to handle the farm like this?!"

"Hey, hey... Calm down." Harvey takes your hands in his, looking into your eyes. "You're not on your own for a start. Remember that. You have a community of people who love and care for you. And...as for the contraceptives, they aren't always full proof, and little surprises do happen. You're approaching the seven week mark, by my estimation, so you still have options."

You look down feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "I'm not getting rid of it..." The tears begin falling down your cheeks like the rain that poured down on your first date with Sebastian. "It's the last thing I have left of him..." You feel a lump in your throat as you place a hand on your stomach.

Harvey, looking ever more concerned, gently squeezes your hand. "Then we know the road we're taking, and we can come up with a plan for a safe pregnancy and delivery. Um...also... I was wondering... if you dont mind me asking, who is the father, love?"

Your tears come to a sudden halt as you realise the predicament you had put yourself in. "Seb...hes the only person I've ever slept with..." You managed to croak out, pain striking you like a dagger.

"I would tell him as soon as you can... He also has a right to know. Unfortunately...Robin and Demetrius already had an idea that it would be Sebastian. I will smooth things over in that department, though, so don't worry yourself about that." Harvey begins to gently remove the drip and places the equipment to the side before returning to your bedside.

Looking defeated, you look up at Harvey, clearly pained. "Harv, how am I going to do that when he's blocked my number...? He clearly wants nothing to do with me anymore... He's got a new life and has moved on. Surely telling him will confuse him and ruin things out there for him..."

Harvey reaches into his pocket, handing you a scrap of paper with an address on it. "Now, don't tell him I told you, what with patient confidentiality and all that... but this is Sebastian's new address. I managed to get it when I sent over his medical records to the new clinic in the city. And we both know Sebastian isn't like that. He may be reclusive, but maybe this is what you both need. A fresh start for you both, if you will."

"Hmm...maybe..." You manage to pull a weak smile in Harvey's direction.

"Anyway, other than the pregnancy, your fever has cleared, and you're ready for discharge. Seriously though, if you need anything, love, you know where to come. I am only a call away." Harvey smiles softly at you, rubbing your arm as you pull yourself out of bed.

"Thank you, Harvey...for everything." Pulling Harvey into a warm embrace, you whisper. "I guess I'd better go find Seb then..."

Hugging you back tightly, Harvey replies. "Good luck, love. I know you can do this."

You wave to Harvey as you leave the clinic and begin to make your way back to the farm. You felt an overflow of emotions as the news of the pregnancy still hadn't fully managed to sink in. You knew deep down though you had to visit Sebastian, though. You had to tell him. You grab the slip of paper from your pocket, holding it closely to your chest. You would set off tomorrow and tell him. Even if he didn't want to be involved in this new chapter, at least you'd have your answer.

#sdv #stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #sebby #sebastian x farmer #sebastian x you #sebastian x mc #sebastian x y/n #stardew valley seb

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carry-on-my-wayward-butt · 2 years

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Feel free to skip if it's too personal but like girl.... what happened???

my husband was never taught proper emotional regulation nor was he ever modeled a healthy relationship, so instead of airing his grievances and making clear that certain things are dealbreakers for him he just sat on it and bottled it up and let the pressure build and build and build while assuring me that everythings fine perfectly fine we are happy and healthy and in love no worries darling even though i was begging and assuring him that communicating with me is worth it even if its difficult and painful but instead he held it in and let it eat at him until he nearly offed himself and finally got the therapy id been begging him to get for seven years which gave him the external permission he needed to rip my heart out of my chest and blow my fucking life apart.

two months ago i thought i was in a happy marriage with a stressed out dude who hated his job but loved his family. now i know that it hasnt been that way for years. almost since the beginning. hes been processing the death of his marriage forever. ive only had the past month. i have been a terrible burden for years despite having been repeatedly assured of the opposite. i have been a useless leech for years despite being repeatedly assured of the opposite. he hasnt loved me at all for a long time. and allowed me to believe he did.

i appreciate finally getting the truth. i wish id gotten it sooner. now im disabled, deflated, a single mother, and getting rejected from fucking FAST FOOD. who the fuck gets a rejection email from BURGER KING???? like i know i cant safely do fast food anyway with the fall risk but i would have liked to make that choice myself you know?? its a pattern in my life i guess.

i cant be too far from my mother and rent is fucking insane in tampa. the best option i have is 1500 a month before utilities or bills. i have no income, just started door dashing, im down to my last $300 with a toddler and need $580 to pay my college debt so i can go back to school(which is even more money) for a degree in med IT so i can do medical coding.

i cant bring the cats so cabbage and kimchi are getting rehomed, theres some more trauma. everything is a fucking mess. ive lost everything in the span of a few weeks. all i have is Charlie, and at literally any point he could legally take our child because hes the one with a job.

im terrified. im fucking terrified.

#op #anonymous #ask #divorce saga #RR and AB thank you so much for the gas money i love you

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snailfen · 10 months

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7 and 25?

HIII SKITTY idk if you want this to be abt pokemon or rainworld, but youve said you like seeing my incomprehensible nonsense sooooooo! im going for rainworld cus choosing violence on pokemon opinions Scares Me (i still might do it if someone asks but ough. Scary)

7.) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

hmm... cant think of one honestly! i can say there's a lotta interpretations im not fond of for characters like five pebbles, seven red suns, sliver of straw or some of the slugcats but Honestly. im a big boy. ive been a rw fan for a long time, ive been in fandoms longer than i should have, im long past letting fandoms ruin characters for me. fuck it we chill

25.) common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

im sick of hearing older fans complain about downpour actually. like... i know the influx of new fans is overwhelming, i know some things about the lore arent the best for some people! but its so exhausting to see people act gatekeepy about a game because of other older fans who made a fanproject (which was originally going to be FREE, people made this for FREE until videocult brought it in-house) which was a love-letter to this game. im sick of them treating it like some mod when it has been referred to as an official alternative canon.

maybe you enjoyed the days when the rain world tag was flooded with unrelated aesthetic posts and other fans were impossible to find, maybe you enjoyed the days where the only fandom was either the main world server, the subreddit, or your group of friends who all got into it at the same time, but buddy, i cannot understand being angry about your experience no longer being limited to those options.

i know the community might have been more tightly-knit to you when barely anyone knew about the game, but a fandom is ultimately a community of people who love a piece of media. newer fans belong here just as anyone else does. the best thing you can do is make newer fans feel as welcomed as you did.

#asks #ask game

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whorelander · 2 years

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cupid’s chokehold

chapter i. i’m your venus chapter ii. the things she does to please chapter iii. who wants to give it a whirl? chapter iv. i put a spell on you

summary: with nothing else going on (finally) you spend the day with black noir.

chapter v. she’s got me like nobody

It’s been three weeks since you officially joined The Seven and things have been going better than expected. Your debut interview was a huge success; you’d honestly go as far as to say it did a little too well. You were subjected to many, many more throughout the following days because every talkshow wanted to host you for some ratings and views. Honestly, you don’t even say anything of importance in these interviews but the public eats it up every time according to Ashley, so you’ll take it.

Today though, you finally have a breather. Starlight and Homelander are both needed in the spotlight for a joint appearance at Translucent’s televised funeral where he’ll be giving a heartfelt speech and Starlight will be singing. Maeve’s busy with a scheduled drug bust downtown courtesy of PR. Right now, you’re watching reruns of Jersey Shore while lounging on the couch with a bowl of cereal in your lap. It’s nearly noon and you’re just now eating breakfast, and you can only imagine what your mother would have to say about this.

As you lift a spoonful of Frosted Flakes to your mouth and chew quietly, you contemplate what to do on your day off. You don’t know when you’re gonna get another one of these so you might as well make it count right? There are a few options here: having a you day complete with a facial and full body massage, or you can treat yourself at a nice restaurant later tonight and order the most expensive things on the menu, or maybe if you’re a glutton for punishment you can disregard the finer things in life and instead go for a run around Central Park.

Actually, you don’t know how comfortable you are with leaving Vought Tower by yourself. You feel like you’re constantly being watched, though you can’t really explain why. It’s probably just paid paparazzi but it still puts you on edge. You’ve even had a recurring nightmare about someone outside your window, which you usually laugh off because it’s physically impossible. You’re on the 99th floor. Unless TMZ is feeling really courageous, you don’t think they’re scaling the building just to get a rare photo of you in your natural habitat or whatever. Maybe they’d do it for Homelander, but definitely not for you.

Once you finish your cereal and watch a couple more episodes you can’t help but feel bored. Things have been nonstop nearly everyday and now you suddenly have nothing to do. You decide then and there you aren’t going to let your irrational fears stop you from enjoying your day off.

After washing your bowl and spoon, you walk into your bedroom and open your closet for a look at today’s outfit. You finally decide on something casual and comfortable; a pair of black yoga pants and a graphic t-shirt that’s slightly worn out and hangs off your shoulder to show a bit of your collarbone and bra strap. You brush your teeth, put on a little perfume then slip into a pair of sneakers. You leave your apartment and gently close the door behind you.

The trip down the hallway towards the elevator is uneventful, and you find yourself missing your teammates' sporadic interruptions. You glance into the meeting room and you’re pleasantly surprised to see Black Noir in there, sitting in his designated chair. You step into the room and he immediately looks up from his notebook, pencil frozen on the paper. His assassin skills must really be on point to know that someone was walking in. Or maybe you’re just loud.

“Hey!” you greet cheerfully.

Black Noir gives a small wave in response.

After a small internal fight and a bit of hesitation, you walk closer to his seat. He’s the only one of the team (that’s present and not currently incapacitated) who you haven’t really had the chance to get to know. Hopefully you can change this now.

“I know I told you the other day, but the food you made was really good,” you say.

Black Noir quickly flips to a different page in his sketchbook as you come closer.

“I’ve never had pancakes that fluffy before. It actually kind of made me homesick–but in a good way! Like, your cooking was so good it reminded me of my mom’s, you know?” you ask with a smile. You don’t know why you feel so flustered talking to him. Maybe it’s because he’s the strong silent type?

He sets down his pencil then makes a motion with his hands at you. There’s a brief pause as your brain finally registers what you just saw and you realize he signed something at you. You’re not able to translate what he said because you’re too excited at the fact that he’s actually speaking to you.

“Wait, can you repeat that? Just a little slower, please,” you say and watch his hands intently. You actually know a little bit of sign language due to the fact that in high school, you and your best friend learned the bare minimum along with a random assortment of words in order to talk to each other in class after taking a test.

Black Noir nods. “Thank you,” he signs.

You smile wider. You try to sign back to him and acknowledge his words, but when you hear something that sounds suspiciously like muffled laughter, you stop with a pout. “Hey. I’m a few years out of practice, alright?”

“It’s okay. I can teach you,” he signs. He rolls his wrists in what seems like an almost nervous fashion then as an afterthought he adds: “If you want.”

You nod eagerly and sit down next to him. “I’d love to! You’re not doing anything today right?”

Black Noir shakes his head.

“Neither am I. We can do nothing together?” you suggest.

“Learning isn’t nothing,” he signs.

It takes you a moment to translate, and once you do, you roll your eyes good naturedly with a grin. You feel unapologetically happy at the fact that he feels comfortable enough to joke around. “You know what I mean. C’mon, I’m trying to be cute here.”

Black Noir takes a moment to respond. “You’re already cute.”

You tilt your head and watch his still hands, trying and failing to figure out the last word. He did it pretty quickly too. “Can you do it again? I don’t know this one,” you say and try to mimic his hand movement.

He shakes his head and flips throughout his notebook. You catch a glimpse of a few birds as well as a scenic nature piece before he finds a blank page and stops on it. Black Noir begins writing out the letters of the alphabet with a large space in between them, then fills in the space with the ASL correlation of each letter.

“Wow. Are you sure your superhero power isn’t the ability to draw hands? Because these look great,” you comment as you watch.

Black Noir pauses at the letter J, then writes something at the corner of the page. Once he goes back to drawing the ASL alphabet, you glance at the note he left.

Thank you. :)

The tiny smiley face makes your own lips quirk up into one.

You and Black Noir spend the next four hours together in the meeting room. He teaches you somewhat intermediate phrases and longer sentences, along with basic responses since apparently earlier you signed “fuck” instead of saying “you’re welcome.” No wonder he was laughing about it.

Would you go as far as to say you’re now an expert at ASL? Definitely not. But you feel like you made good progress today and now you have an actual way to talk to Black Noir. Who knows, maybe you and he can meet up in your free time and continue with these lessons. It can be your little thing. Maybe you’ll be able to have inside jokes with each other and sign them during meetings. The thought makes you excited.

“I really appreciate you doing this. I can’t believe how late it is already. I’m not stealing you away from a super important photoshoot or timed jail robbery, right?” you joke, though a part of you is nervous that he may have missed something by accident in order to teach you sign language.

Black Noir looks at the time, then shakes his head.

You follow his movement. “Guessing by the fact that you had to check…you have something to do later today?”

Black Noir nods.

“Aw, that sucks. I was gonna ask you to teach me how to draw next. Well, there goes that plan.” You sigh dramatically, and smile at the sound of his quiet laugh. “Can I keep the alphabet page? I think it’ll really help me out.”

He nods again. He places his hand flat on the paper and gently starts to tear it from the spirals of the book. Once it’s finally ripped off in a clean line, he hands it to you. However, your eyes aren’t on the paper Black Noir’s holding. It’s on the one in his notebook that was newly exposed due to him removing the page.

The paper is filled with sketches of you. They’re not as realistic as the few birds and nature pieces you got glimpses of, but they’re still well detailed despite the slight stylization. There’s one of you laughing with your eyes closed, you leaning on your hand while looking towards the side, and the last one of you smiling with bright eyes. You recognize the outfit you’re wearing on that one–it’s from your first day when Homelander took you to meet everyone after you were officially named Femme Fatale by Seth and Evan.

Black Noir follows your gaze and you see his shoulders tense up for a millisecond out of the corner of his eye. The paper he’s holding crinkles slightly before he lets go of it and it drops onto the table.

“I draw a lot of people. I can show you my other sketches, I practice during The Seven meetings,” he signs, and his hands are moving too fast for you to be able to translate.

You don’t say anything and continue looking at the page filled with drawings of you. They look like he captured you during moments of serenity, and you feel a tug at your heart as your eyes get misty. Is this how he sees you?

Black Noir suddenly closes the book. You blink quickly in an attempt to ground yourself. You’ve never felt seen in such a way before. Those drawings…they almost feel intimate with the way they frame you.

“Don’t be sad,” he signs. “I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable. I’ll throw them out.”

You shake your head and reach towards the book before you stop yourself. “Can I keep those, please?” you ask.

You hear his breath hitch faintly. He stays still for a few moments that feel like an eternity before he finally opens up the sketchbook again. In the same fashion as he did with the previous page, Black Noir carefully rips it out from his book. He slides the two pages over to you and you notice he keeps his gaze downwards.

You’re careful to not bend or crumple the pieces of paper as you pick them up. You feel your face heat up the longer you look at the drawings he made.

“This is amazing,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face. “You have no idea how much these mean to me. Seriously. You’re so talented.”

You’ve been tagged in fanart of yourself these past few weeks on Twitter, with some being a little more crude in nature than others. Black Noir’s sketches feel so different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He drew you so…beautiful.

“I’m–” you start, but find yourself at a loss for words. You look up from the papers and watch the way he twirls the pencil between his fingers as if he needs something to do with his hands.

You don’t know what else to say to convey your gratitude. So you sign instead.

“Thank you,” you sign. You’re slower than he is with piecing the sentence together, but you had to be sure you were saying the right thing.

Black Noir stops playing with the pencil and sets it down on the table again. He holds up his hands and you stare at them with your full concentration.

“Fuck,” he signs.

Your confused expression must amuse him, because his shoulders shake with silent laughter. You know for a fact you translated that correctly, it’s one of the words you and your friend used to sign to one another constantly because curse words are essential to a high schooler’s vernacular. You don’t know why he would–

Oh.

You put your face in your hands as you shake your head and laugh along with him. You can’t believe he actually made fun of your earlier mistake. The two of you spend way too long signing “thank you” and “fuck” in response back and forth but it gets funnier every time.

When Starlight and Homelander return from Translucent’s funeral, they both look surprised to find you and Black Noir in the meeting room.

“Well, look at you two go-getters! How’d you know I was about to call for everyone?” Homelander asks. He has that ever present cheerful expression on his face.

“Hey! How’d everything go out there? I watched a little bit of it, and it looked beautiful. Made me wanna cry,” you say. It’s not a total lie, you did watch about five minutes of the televised funeral before you noticed Jersey Shore was on.

Starlight glances at Homelander, then back to you with a bright smile. “It went great. I wish you–you guys were there with us.”

“What’d you do to pass the time?” Homelander asks. His eyes stray down towards the papers you’re holding close to your chest, then focus back on your face.

“Noir’s teaching me ASL! We’re gonna turn it into a weekly thing, hopefully. Right?” You look at him for assurance, and he nods.

“I didn’t know you knew sign language,” Starlight says, looking at Black Noir.

He nods again. “Fuck,” he signs, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

Homelander removes his hands from behind his back and claps them together once, twice, three times. The sound reverberates off the walls of the empty, spacious room. He gives you and Black Noir a double thumbs up with a wide grin, though there’s something in his eyes that doesn’t match the supposed good mood. You can’t tell why. Maybe he’s stressed from the morning he had?

“That’s the type of team bonding we need! Man, I wish I had come up with that,” Homelander muses. “Maybe we can all join in on one of those sessions. It would really strengthen our camaraderie, don’t you agree?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Starlight says.

You watch the way Black Noir’s shoulders lower as he slouches, resigned, then nods for a third time. While waiting for Maeve to get there so Homelander can discuss the upcoming plans for the team, you take another peek at the page filled with drawings of you because you can’t help yourself. With a small smile, you look up from the page and at Black Noir. He doodles a happy face then pushes the notebook towards you so you can see it, which just makes your smile grow.

You don’t notice the way both Homelander and Starlight have their eyes trained on you.

#black noir x reader #homelander x reader #starlight x reader #queen maeve x reader #chapter 9 is gonna fun thats all i'll say #when we get there 😈#whorelander writes

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