#[ooph sorry for the wait on this!]

[arc-misadventures]

It Was That Easy?!

Jaune, and Coco:

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Velvet: That was fucking it?!!

Coco: Yeah...

Velvet: You two have been dancing around each other for months! And, what finally gets you two to start dating was the fact that you two wouldn't hang out as much if you started dating other people?!

Coco: Yes...?

Velvet: We tried to set you up for months! A simple conversation got you together?!

Coco: You tried to set me up?

Velvet: We locked you in a closet!

Coco: Oh, I remember that closet... That was quite cramped...

Velvet: The time we stole all his clothes so you would walk in on him naked!

Coco: My man looks like a marble statue. Mmmh~! Those abbs~!

Velvet: The tickets you gave you guys to go to that resort in, Vaccuo! You two were all alone, and you didn't do anything?!

Coco: We defiantly had plenty of beach suit fashion shows. For the record: Speedos do not word on, Jaune. That bulge... I have various mixed feelings after seeing that...

Velvet: We spiked your food!

Coco: You spiked our food?!

Velvet: There was faunas grade aphrodisiacs in your food! And, nothing happened?!

Coco: Wait, was that in the fish dish you made us. Because we had the runs after eating that.

Velvet: All that planning, all that work, all our scheming, and none of that work?!

Coco: Sorry...?

Velvet: That's it! You're going to the closet!

Coco: What?

~~~

Velvet: Get in there!

Coco: Whoa hey, Vel, what are you...?! Ooph!

Jaune: Uhh... Hey, Coco...?

Coco: Jaune...?

Velvet: This time you better do it!

Nora: Or, I'll spike your food again!

(Slam!)

Jaune: ...?

Coco: ...?

Jaune: So... I take it, Velvet let you know about her schemes to get us together too right?

Coco: Yeah, apparently she was the reason why were locked in a closet for the first time. And, she stole all your clothes so I would walk in on you naked. Got us those tickets so we could stay at that resort. And, she spiked out food.

Jaune: Oh, it was , Velvet who did that. Nora told me a different story about what she did.

Coco: What did she do?

Jaune: That resort we were staying at actually had two beds in it, Nora some how got rid of one of them.

Coco: What? The bed was made into the wall; How did she do that?

Jaune: Best not ask. She actually go that distress call from when we got stuck in the cabin in the mountain.

Coco: She did?

Jaune: Yeah, she wanted us to... mingle to stay warm before she rescued us the next day.

Coco: Posing naked in furs was certainly a way to mingle...

Jaune: And, she spiked our food...

Coco: And, after she learned that we got together because we didn't want to stop hanging out, she shoved you in the closet as well...

Jaune: Yeah... And, while i wouldn't mind us having some fun here in the closet~!

Coco: Oh, really~?

Jaune: But, they put us in the wrong closet...

Coco: Eh?

Jaune: It's too cramped, I can't move...

Coco: Grr... come one. I can...?! Grrrr...! I'm stuck too...

Jaune: Can you reach my scroll?

Coco: Nope, my hands our stuck here feeling up your broad chest~! You?

Jaune: Maybe...? Let's see if I can... Ahh found it! Uhh... Password?

Coco: 0-2-2-4.

Jaune: Okay... Calling...? Glynda...

Coco: Good choice.

Glynda: Hello, Coco do you need something?

Coco: Hi, Triple G! Uhhh... So, Jaune, and I started dating...

Glynda: You two started dating?!

Coco: Yes... and...?!

Glynda: Fucking finally!

Coco: ...

Jaune: ...

Coco: We should have started dating months ago...

Jaune: Yeah...

[rudbeckia-hirta]

Camellias

Situationship, post-graduation IwaOi

cw: discussion of mortality

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“Do you ever think about dying?”

It is early summer, and they are lying in the tall grass letting it ripple over their warm skin, staring at the back of their eyelids that glow orange in the light of the sun.

“Sometimes,” Oikawa says quietly, cautiously. “Why?”

“Because I have been,” Iwaizumi says, “…a little.”

Oikawa silently reaches for Iwaizumi’s hand, and Iwaizumi lets him take it.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, this semester I took this class, right?” Iwaizumi says. “It’s supposed to be like a base level class just to make sure you can like write and find good sources and stuff, but they all have different themes and the one I could fit into my schedule, well, it was about death.”

“You had a class about death?” Oikawa’s eyebrows squish together in disbelief, but his eyes remain closed.

“More like, how we talk about our own mortality — how we write about it and the songs we sing about it and all that stuff.”

“Seems like a cheery class,” Oikawa says sarcastically, and Iwaizumi huffs a small laugh in the back of his throat.

“So we read a lot about it and listened to a lot of songs, watched some films, and… I dunno, eventually I just kind of started thinking about it every now and again. Like a habit I guess.”

“Mmm,” Oikawa hums his understanding. “So what you’re saying is, poor Iwa-chan paid his fancy foreign university to give him depression.”

Iwaizumi backhands Oikawa in the stomach which produces a loud thwack! and a low ooph! from Oikawa before he starts to giggle. Iwaizumi roughly grasps at Oikawa’s hand again, refusing to let him go.

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, Shitty-kawa! I don’t usually talk about this sort of thing.”

The nickname makes Oikawa smile, and he gently runs his thumb back and forth over the back of Iwaizumi’s hand in apology.

“Okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Well, I don’t know, just sometimes when things are quiet, and when I’m happy and feel like… a sort of contentment I guess, there’s also this feeling of like, everything is just so temporary, or… I dunno, just this overwhelming sense of my own mortality, and that I’ll die and become part of everything else, and how that sounds kind of weirdly peaceful.”

“I’m not certain I’m entirely following, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says quietly.

“Well, for instance, there’s all these poets and songwriters who talk about how they’ll die and become the grass or like wildflowers or something — that their bodies will just become the earth again, and I don’t know. It’s a bit terrifying but also sort of comforting in a strange way and it’s just been on my mind a lot.”

Iwaizumi’s speech speeds up the longer he talks, until his words are nearly crashing together at the end before screeching to an abrupt, discordant halt. He and Oikawa stay lying there in silence, fingers still tangled, the wind gently blowing the grass against their bare legs and arms and faces.

“Flowers, huh?” Oikawa asks softly, his eyes finally opening to stare at the wide blue sky and small puffy clouds gently moving overhead. A dragonfly buzzes over them and then quickly off into the distance away from their hillside.

“I think I’d want to be camellias with you,” he says quietly.

Iwaizumi’s eyes snap open, and he turns his face toward him. Oikawa, sensing his gaze, rolls to his side and meets Iwaizumi’s eyes.

Tooru never directly says he loves him, never confesses, never asks to be his, but even so, Hajime has never truly had to wonder who he belongs to, or who belongs to him.

In this life, in the next, whether they are young men quietly sunning on a hillside or flowers on the same bush — there is an inherent promise in Tooru’s words.

“Can I kiss you?” Hajime asks, letting it fly out of his mouth before his courage can falter.

Tooru’s eyes widen and his face goes slightly red.

“Why… would you want to kiss me?” Tooru asks.

“Because I don’t want to wait around until we’re camellias,” Hajime says with a laugh.

Happy tears fill his bottom lids but do not quite spill over. He touches Tooru gently and reverently, sliding his hand over his arm and side.

“Can I?” Hajime repeats.

“Of course you can,” Tooru answers.

———

[inserviceto]

He...supposed Diarmuid had a point. If he had been found unsuitable, he likely would not still be in the employ of the church. The Knights of Seiros operated on a much less personal scale than Harken was used to; both in Tuscana and Pherae, while there had always been a fighting force of knights, they were rather small compared to Garreg Mach.

"That is...an optimistic outlook to have. I shall try to keep it in mind, until I am given reason to believe otherwise."

Until he is formally dismissed, Harken would always strive to do what he could. Even if he thought his efforts could always be improved in some way, or were lesser than what others had to offer, he would still do what he could to serve.

Less formally than this...It was an interesting response, and not entirely what Harken was expecting.

"I see. Well, the knights here at Garreg Mach operate under the church. Where the church believes we will do the most good, that is where we go," Harken begins to explain, "Most often, we remain here; we guard and patrol the monastery and the town. We aid in various missions -- some of which the students at the academy also take part in -- which can sometimes bring us outside of Garreg Mach and into the borders of the Adrestrian Empire, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and the Leicester Alliance."

"We are primarily a military force, whether defending the monastery or going out to help quell issues across Fodlan. But, if you feel you have enough experience with a certain subject, I know there are a few knights that also help with some of the academy classes, if that interests you."

it's my first day at knight school

[dangerousduckcloud]

Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

Read it also on AO3

Dick jumped from the car, walking until he was consumed by the darkness that surrounded you. Seconds passed and nothing happened, no movement, no sound, nothing. It’s now or never. The door opened without a problem, barely making a sound, but one that could be misinterpreted by the hooting of owls nearby. You stood there for a full second, waiting to see if Nightwing would come back, but he didn’t. Taking a few steps backwards, you hastily turned in your place, ready to run away as fast as you could.

Chapter 3 < > Chapter 5

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Ever since you were a child, your parents would engrave the phrase ‘do not get into a car with strangers’ into your mind every single day. And you listened, feeling uneasy as a teen every time you had to get into a taxi by yourself, the sentiment not quite leaving you even now that you were a young adult.

But when the stranger had a real life Batmobile which could go up to 500km/h? Well, that’s something worth risking your life for. After all, how many people could say they had the opportunity to ride in an exact replica of the legendary car?

Besides, did that sentence applied when you were already staying with the stranger?

“All these buttons work?”

“Yeah.”

“What does this one do?”

“That’s the comms.”

“What about this one?”

“GPS.”

“And this one?”

“Emergency eject.”

If Dick didn’t had plans to kill you, he likely did now. The moment your eyes spotted the car, you ran straight towards it, throwing yourself inside when Dick unlocked it, your parents’ precaution all but forgotten.

The interior was everything you expected. Black leather seats with dark red detailing, more gauges than a normal car should have that you didn’t even know what they were measuring, the dashboard packed with dark gray buttons, some labeled with numbers, others with letters, you only stopped trying to press them when Dick almost swerved off the road at seeing you were about to push the auto-destruction button.

But that didn’t stop you from asking.

“This one?”

“That’s the GCPD radio.”

“And what about—FUCK!” Stepping on the pedal, the car reached a speed at which no normal human should be able to drive. “Stop! STOP!”

Just seconds before you would hit a car waiting for the red light to change —even though it was way past midnight, and the streets were empty— the Batmobile stopped, the force of movement sending you forward, an ‘ooph’ leaving your mouth once your chest hit the dashboard.

Dick’s shoulders were shaking with mirth.

“If you wanted me to shut up, you could’ve said so.” You complained while rubbing your shoulder, sure that the seatbelt would leave a mark.

“I’m sorry.” He pursed his lips, stepping on the pedal once more, this time at a normal speed. “Are you alright?”

“I guess I’ll survive.” Reclining on the seat, you took a second to take a deep breath, calming your body before it decided to return your meal. “So, how far is Mr. Wayne’s house?”

“On the other side of the city, all the way to the outskirts.”

You’re certain he was lying, that his plan involved driving you around to get ‘lost’ and not realize you’d gone back to the same place, something that totally would’ve work if you didn’t know the truth, whatever the truth was.

“Can we at least turn on the radio?” You asked, hoping it would help you learn where were you, because no matter how far he’d drive, you couldn’t recognize any part of the city. Had they moved you to a whole different town? “This car has a normal radio, right?”

He hummed, thoughtlessly hitting a button, and bringing to life the voice of whatever talk show host was on at this hour.

“… Top-up security if so many prisoners keep escaping.” The woman in the radio said. “But I guess once can get complacent when you have grown men in tights running around beating up these criminals and bringing them back. That’s Gotham for you, folks. Time’s fifteen past two am. Temperature’s…”

Great, so the radio was of no use as well. Just how many people did they have on this scheme? Was this something pre-recorded?

Your feelings were a weird mix of danger, curiosity, anxiousness, and hopelessness. Nothing made sense, what did they want with you? Why you? Were you simply on the wrong place, at the wrong time?

This wouldn’t be happening if only you’d remember to charge your earphones and— That’s it! Your phone!

Chiding yourself for forgetting it, you moved on your seat pretending to soothe a cramping leg, but in reality, you were patting your right leg for the hidden pocket on your pant, something you had to sew in most of your clothes after getting mugged the first time you moved to the city.

The rectangular bulge your fingers brushed over your thigh brought some peace of mind, meaning they hadn’t done anything to you, not even pat you down to make sure you wouldn’t call the police.

Were they amateur kidnappers?

Song after song was the only thing filling the space inside the car, some random add here and there on the radio.

“Won’t Mr. Wayne be mad we’ll wake him up at two in the morning?” You decided to break the silence.

“Nah, it’s a Friday, he’ll most likely be just returning from some party. We’re almost there.”

‘There’ was pretty vague, tall buildings had transformed into a beautiful field, moonshine reflecting on the early morning dew on the grass. ‘There’ was nothing here, just a road that continued behind a hill.

The car came to a stop, all kind of alarms flaring at full volume inside your head. There was no one here, there was nothing here. They could kill you or brainwash your brain and people would be none the wiser, no one would be able to help you.

“Wait here.”

Dick jumped from the car, walking until he was consumed by the darkness that surrounded you. Seconds passed and nothing happened, no movement, no sound, nothing.

It’s now or never.

The door opened without a problem, barely making a sound, but one that could be misinterpreted by the hooting of owls nearby. You stood there for a full second, waiting to see if Nightwing would come back, but he didn’t. Taking a few steps backwards, you hastily turned in your place, ready to run away as fast as you could.

That is, if a body hadn’t impeded your escape. A ‘humph’ escaped you for the second time that night, followed by a scream that you hoped would alert someone and come help you.

“Safe.” The body —a girl? — said, hands raised. “You’re safe.”

Hurried steps resonated on the concrete, getting closer and closer until they came to a halt.

“Jane?” Dick asked, worried. “What happened?”

“I… I…” Words elude you, what could you say? ‘Yeah, my bad, I was trying to escape’? “I just… You didn’t come back and…”

“I see you met Cass” A different voice spoke this time, older and blithely, the voice of someone you would see on those air-headed reality shows. “She’s my daughter, nice to meet you, I’m Bruce Wayne.” The man extended a hand towards you, and your brain short-circuited, looking from his hand to his face, wasn’t he supposed to be ‘missing in another universe’? "Are you alright?"

Coming out of your stupor, you shook his hand, closing your gaping mouth with a click.

“Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for, uh… For taking me in. I’m… Jane.” You settled on telling him the name Tim had given you, you weren’t sure if they knew your real name, but didn’t want to tell them in case they didn’t. “I’m sorry to be an inconvenience, specially at this hour.”

Now that he was closer and the moon shone on his face, you could appreciate how handsome he was, sure that he was someone who had all kinds of men and women throwing themselves at him.

“You’re not an inconvenience, when Nightwing called I was more than happy to give you a room in my home. And my daughter and I were just getting home after a charity gala, in case you were worried you woke us up.”

“Oh.” His story checked out, as he was dressed in a luxurious tuxedo that probably costed more than your rent, drenched in what looked like wine. And the girl, Cass, was wearing a beautiful but simple black cocktail dress. “Why wait here?”

“You see…” The man, Bruce, or whatever his real name was, cleared his throat, rubbing a hand behind his back, and a coy smile on his face. “I’m trying to avoid certain gossip that has been coming up more with the years.”

Nightwing did his best to not laugh, instead covering it with a couple of coughs, eliciting a heated glance from Bruce.

“As much as I would love to hear the story, I gotta go.” Dick said. “The Scarecrow escaped again and we’re getting close to capture him. Jane?”

He led you a few meters away from Bruce and Cass.

“I know how hard this all must be, but I promise you, you’re safe, there’s no safer place on Gotham than Wayne Manor. But if you ever feel threatened…” He pulled out a rectangular metal plate, barely longer than your hand, with only a red button in the middle. “This is a signal emitter, if you press the button, both Red Robin and I will receive the signal, and we’ll immediately come and get you, wherever you are, okay?”

“Okay.” The gift warmed your heart, tears welling in your eyes. “Thank you.”

He hugged you and led you back again with the Waynes. You watched the Batmobile drive off into the city, the spot getting tinier and tinier until it disappeared.

“Ready to go?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You cleaned a stray tear with your sleeve, clearing your throat and followed both to a costly car hidden behind a tree. Sitting on the back seat, with Cass on the passenger seat, and Bruce driving.

The car screamed luxury everywhere you looked, there was even a mini fridge inside, and TV screens on the seat’s backrest. However, it didn’t look like a car that was used too much, maybe only to show off when going to parties, not to do menial tasks, like groceries or errands.

“So, Jane.” Bruce spoke. “How old are you?”

“22.”

“Ah, that’s great! Cass is 23, I’m sure you two will get along just fine!” From the mirror, Cass smiled sweetly at you, which you felt forced to give back. “I have more kids, but they’re not home most of the time, only Cass and Tim are full time living in the manor right now, although Dick has been spending more time there lately.”

“Tim is nice. But he is tired.”

Bruce chuckled, pressing a button on the screen in the dashboard. “Yeah, he loves staying up until late with his silly videogames, don’t feel offended if he doesn’t talk to you, most of the time he won’t recognize people until he’s had his third cup of coffee.”

“Is that… Healthy?”

“No.” Cass replied with a flat tone.

Silence befell the car, moving your sight from the side window to the front when the sound of old gates moving reached your ears, mouth agape and a gasp of awe broke the silence.

At the end of the driveway, a mansion—no, a castle loomed over you, just two windows had their lights on, the rest of them as dark as the night. After getting off the car, you had to crane your neck and a bit more to see the full house.

“We can give you a tour tomorrow, I’m sure you’re tired.” Bruce mentioned, getting back inside the car. “I’ll go park the car in the garage. We prepared a room for you; Cass can show it to you in the meantime. We’ll talk tomorrow morning.”

“Alright. Thank you, Mr. Wayne. Goodnight.”

With a smiled, he closed the door, the gravel under the tires the only thing heard. A small, slender but calloused hand took hold of yours.

“Come.” Most lights were off, only a couple of lamps on helping you to not bump onto the furniture. Paintings adorned the walls you walked alongside, but most faces weren’t visible at this late night. “This is your room. This is mine.” Her’s is directly in front of yours, and you didn’t know whether to feel safe at having another girl nearby, or wary to feel monitored at all times.

“Thank you, Cass. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Turning the knob, you entered the room and made a beeline towards the bed, throwing yourself on top of it. A groan of pleasure escaped your lips once your back touched the softest bed you’d ever slept on.  

With a sigh, you force your eyes open, trying to make sense of everything that’d happened so far.

How had they all managed to get coaxed into this? Who was the mastermind behind it all? What did they want with you?

Was there a miniscule chance that this all was… Real?

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 31. The last one.

"I thought that I was getting better" / emptiness / setbacks / "Take it easy"

"Stop trying to get out of those shackles, you're going to hurt yourself", Villain slapped Whumpee's hands down.

"Then release me. You can't hold me here, I need to get back to Hero's team", Whumpee shook the shackles at Villain.

Villain frowned, "your 'team' doesn't want you, just trust me on that. It will all make sense soon... I hope."

Whumpee laughed, "trust you? How do I trust someone who has tried to kill me several times?"

"That was before I knew your team's secret regarding you", Villain paced, "I don't have everything straightened out yet, and your escape attempts are really starting to get on my nerves."

Whumpee frowned, "let me go."

"No, just sit still and behave", Villain sighed, "please."

Whumpee crossed their arms and pouted. They tugged on the shackles a bit more, but gave up.

"Um Villain?", Whumpee looked up a few minutes later.

"Ugh, what?", they groaned.

"Sorry", Whumpee looked down, "is there any rule against me sleeping, are you going to force me into sleep deprivation?"

"No, by all means, go to sleep. Maybe then I can have some silence to work", Villain threw a pillow at Whumpee.

"Ooph!"

"Sorry, I wasn't aiming for your face", Villain balled up a blanket and threw it.

The blanket opened up mid-air and fully covered Whumpee.

Later Whumpee woke up and realized Villain wasn't around. They had picked the locks to the shackles and had finally gotten them undone before falling asleep. They were happy Villain didn't check.

They snuck up the stairwell, careful to insure Villain wouldn't hear or see them. They finally were able to see the exit.

Whumpee ran for it, accidentally tripping an alarm.

Villain ran out of a room when the alarm sounded.

"Whumpee wait", they yelled as Whumpee escaped.

"Great", Villain squeezed the bridge of their nose, "they got out, I have to wait for fifteen minutes while lockdown clears up, all the while they are getting away. Villain ran to their computer and logged in.

"Glad they didn't feel me put the tracking device on them while they slept", Villain watched the computer set up the tracking. They looked back at where Whumpee was sleeping, "of course you can pick locks", they sighed.

Whumpee had already gotten pretty far, they darted around a corner and leaned against a building to catch their breath.

Whumpee looked around, getting their barring.

"Hero should be off today. They will probably be at Headquarters", Whumpee started to walk, "wait until I tell them what happened. They will feel bad, not realizing I was kidnapped", Whumpee told themself.

Finally at Headquarters, Whumpee pressed the code to get in.

"Huh, maybe they did know I was kidnapped and had to change the code. Smart just in case I did give that information. I wouldn't have though, no matter the what."

"Whumpee is that you?", the speaker box on the side started.

"Oh hey Hero, yeah, I was captured by villain, but escaped", Whumpee grinned, "can I come in."

The door opened, and Whumpee entered.

Hero waited for them near the entrance, Whumpee could see a fake smile plastered on their face.

"Is everything okay?", Whumpee stopped.

"No, not really, I thought I got rid of you. You've caused me so many problems", Hero frowned.

"But I", Whumpee took a step back in shock, "what do you mean?"

"Heck Whumpee, you have no idea still? You are a bargaining chip in this city. You remember supervillain, they died two years ago? You are their child. The city forced you to forget through memory deletion and made me and the team keep you so the villains wouldn't turn you to their side. They would have an advantage if that happened", Hero started to walk to Whumpee.

Whumpee stepped back, "they were right."

Hero smiled, "I'm glad you know, now we can just put you in protective custody."

"No", Whumpee started to run.

Hero jumped forward and caught them, "I don't think so."

Whumpee turned and bit Hero, then ran when Hero pulled back.

"You little....", Hero yelled, "I'll get you, and when I do, you'll rot in jail in your parents' place.

Whumpee escaped and ran down the street. They found a hiding place behind a dumpster in an alley.

Whumpee pulled their knees to their chest, buried their face in their arms, and started to cry.

They sighed when the sky opened up, and it started to rain.

"How could I have been so stupid, I'm a pathetic pawn for this city. Just a throw away", Whumpee spoke out loud.

A sudden stop of rain made them look up, an umbrella was being hovered over them.

"Villain?", Whumpee sobbed, "how did you find me?"

"Tracking device", they smiled and knelt down, "I take it you found out the hard way."

Whumpee sighed and sadly nodded.

"I will say this once, and only once, but I told you so. I told you to wait and be patient, but no", Villain frowned, "Supervillain was my closet friend. You've unfortunately changed quite a bit to where I didn't recognize you at first, and I was doing a DNA test."

Whumpee looked down, "what now?"

"I would dishonor Supervillain if I didn't take care of their child. So if you'd like to come back with me to my base, and take an easy, you are welcome to do so", Villain smiled, "you can stay there as long as you need."

"Are you going to shackle me again", Whumpee grinned.

"Not unless you want me to, I'm still curious how you picked the lock", Villain stood and reached a hand down to help Whumpee up, "if you run away again that's on you, my base is your home so you can always come and go, but I'm not chasing you down again like this."

Whumpee took the hand and stood, "are you sure, Hero may target me now", Whumpee frowned.

"I count on it", Villain smiled as they started to go back to their base together, "Hero has a lot of things they've been hiding from the public, I can't wait to tear down those walls they've built. Once the public sees their precious Hero for who they really are, chaos will break free. The age of the villains will begin."

Whumpee stopped walking.

Villain turned and looked at them, "don't worry, you don't have to be involved if you don't want to be, you will have my protection to keep you safe."

"No, it's not that, this sounds so familiar. Like a dream", Whumpee frowned.

"It was Supervillain's plan, I'm only completing it for them. There is no way I would have come up with this on my own", Villain smiled, "your parent loved you by the way, that was the last thing they said when they died in my arms."

"How did they die? Hero says the government whiped my memory", Whumpee walked under the umbrella again.

"Hero and Superhero worked together to defeat them, it was an unfair fight", Villain started to lead them again, "your parent fought hard knowing you would be targeted. Superhero grabbed you before I could get to you. They definitely changed your appearance, I don't even want to know everything they did to you."

Villain looked around, "we should get back to base, we'll be safe there, let's hurry."

As Villain ushered Whumpee inside of the base, they looked back towards the street. They knew Hero was watching.

"What's wrong Villain?", Whumpee watched.

"Nothing, I thought I saw something", Villain took another look and saw Hero standing on the street, "just an imposter hiding under a cape", they grinned as they closed the door, and set the alarms.

"Hero is out there?", Whumpee took a few steps back.

"Yep", Villain turned to them, "no worries", some banging happened at the door, Villain pressed a button, "they aren't getting in. This base is indestructible."

"Whumpee come on, I'm sorry. Come back with me. I was having a hard day, and you caught me at a bad moment, I'm sorry. I should have never said that to you", Hero yelled, "I'll keep you safe, you don't know what you are doing."

Villain smiled, "they are realizing they made a mistake and told you too much, they want you back so they can erase your memory again."

The banging kept up.

"Well that's annoying", Villain pressed another button, "come here."

They watched a video feed of hero banging on the door, then a gun pointed at Hero. Hero jumped back and realized the gun was following them. They ran off after a few minutes of dodging bullets.

"Unfortunately I don't think you're leaving the base any time soon, they may wait for you to come out. We have to be smart about this", Villain watched Whumpee sit down, "you should lay low, and take it easy for a while."

Whumpee nodded.

Whumpee found Villain a bit later. They quietly walked closer.

"They're relentless", Whumpee heard a guard whisper to a different guard, while Villain worked nearby.

Whumpee caught Villain's eye.

"Hey, is everything alright?", Villain gave them their full attention.

"Yes thankyou, and thankyou for dinner", Whumpee looked at the monitors the guards were watching.

"Is-is that Superhero?", Whumpee watched as they attacked the base.

"Yep", Villain sighed less than amused, "they've been punching that spot for an hour now."

"They scare me, thay always have", Whumpee looked down, "whenever they came over to Headquarters I would hide in my room until they left."

Villain went over to the monitor and grabbed a mic.

"You're not getting in here. You can keep banging all you want, but your just wasting time. You know Supervillain built this base to protect their family and friends", Villain yelled.

"Give me back Whumpee or else", Superhero punched again.

Villain could see the blood oozing from Superhero's hand.

"Whumpee is back where they belong, safe from those who used them", Villain reached for a button, "if you don't stop punching that wall with your bloody fist, I'll paint the rest of that side with my guns."

Superhero looked down at their hand, "I will get them back, watch me."

Whumpee and Villain watched Superhero fly off.

Villain turned towards Whumpee, "are you okay?"

Whumpee nodded, shaken up at the thought of Superhero getting them.

"I won't let them", Villain seemed to read Whumpee's mind, "I lost my friend, I'm no going to fail them by losing their child. You trust me, right?"

"Yes", Whumpee turned to Villain, "I have some information I think might help."

"Great", Villain smiled, "let's get dessert and we can talk about it."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

[amtrak12]

I left 300+ comments on fics in 3 days

So the Seasons of Drabbles fic exchange just wrapped up its summer round, and I had a blast with it! I plan on making a wrap-up post about my experience as both a writer and a reader, but first I want to talk about how I read and commented on 338 drabbles (aka everything posted as of the day authors were revealed) in one weekend. 👀

Why

First of all, why the fuck did I read and comment on sooooo many drabbles? For multiple reasons:

I haven't received many comments on my most recent fic updates which has left me pretty bummed out

If I'm going to claim "Even a simple heart emoji goes a long way!" then I should practice what I preach

I was so excited/impatient for fic reveals that I skimmed through past rounds for fandoms I like and found a fic that didn't have any comments even 5 months later, not even from the giftee :(

So yeah, I was determined that every single fic posted to the summer round was getting a heart emoji and a kudos from me BARE MINIMUM! And if I'm kudos-ing and commenting, then I might as well read the fic too. What if it's really good? What if it's really sad and a heart emoji doesn't fit the tone? I need to know these things!

Methodology

I made a game plan. My baseline comment was a purple heart 💜 because that's my go to color. If I found something to quote, I quoted it. If it was angsty (or seemed angsty), I might do an 'Ooph!' before the heart, or even a broken heart emoji paired with a 'Good job!'. If someone did a series of drabbles and split the drabbles up into their own chapters, I switched up the color of the hearts for each chapter -- and yes I did comment on each chapter! As an author, I LOVE when I get comments along the way and not just at the end. And as a reader, it gave me extra space to quote or add commentary, if I had it (and sometimes I did!). Commenting on every chapter is 👍👍👍 Do recommend.

But did I actually READ every single one of these fics, you ask? Yes. Like 99% of them. There were a couple where I knew enough about the fandom to know I wanted nothing to do with that or where the series of drabbles was so long, that I was like "oh bestie, I can't do it. I'm so sorry :(" But I still skimmed those enough to grasp the tone of the fic so I could modify my heart emoji comment as needed.

Results

OMG it was so frickin fun! I mean, did my eyes start to bleed? Did I have to take breaks from reading because I caught myself skimming too much? Yes, of course. IT WAS 338 DRABBLES IN THREE DAYS! And not all of them were 100-300 words long. Some of those were 1-2k words! I should've taken more breaks than I did, but I really wanted to get all/the majority done before author reveals for arbitrary reasons only my brain knows (it won't even tell me you guys 😜) But even still, it was super super fun to see the huge variety of fics out there!

It's also been a blast to see the author replies roll in. Some replied before author reveals so they still showed anonymous. Most waited until after the reveals and I got to learn that WHOA, so-and-so wrote like 7 of those drabbles! *applauds* Sometimes they replied with a thank you, sometimes it was their own preferred heart emoji. It's so cute seeing how other people like to say thank you, because I know I've definitely settled into a 'style' when I reply to comments on my fics. 💜

Would I do it again?

I honestly don't know. It was exhausting burning through all those fics in such a short amount of time. Now this particular fic exchange is smaller and only runs four times a year, so give me three months and I can probably do it again no problem. But right now, I definitely need a break lol No regrets though!!

Highlights of my reading:

I learned Object and Concept Anthropomorphism is a category on AO3. 😲 Which on the one hand, shouldn't surprise me because I KNOW I read crack fic with anthropomorphism back on LiveJournal. But it still delighted me to see it pop up in this fic exchange. XD

On that note Chess Pieces (Anthropomorphic) is apparently popular enough to warrant it's own, individual, fandom tag. Incredible information to know!! I love that!

There's a user named DanceWithOrangutans and they seem to only request or write orangutan fiction or maybe Planet of the Apes fic if they feel like branching out. Truly an icon to end all icons! 🌟 They're my new favorite person and I look forward to reading lots of orangutan flash fiction in future rounds 💜

I have absolutely no idea what was going on in any of the anime fics but some of them were super adorable and fluffy 🥰

My absolute favorite thing was when people who actually know that fandom commented before me, so when I left my little heart, I would get to read them squeeing and crying and freaking out over how good the drabble was. :') They'd be like 'IT WAS SO IN CHARACTER!!! 😭' and I'd be like 'oh cool, the author nailed it! 😄' 10/10 experience

And to wrap things up...

Seasons of Drabbles: Summer Round Superlatives

Best Author's Note:

satisfy the desire of the afflicted by yesthisisnarumi (Dungeon Meshi, M, 300 words)

Hysterical author's note. Absolutely loved it. ��

Most Baller Line:

birds of a feather by embraidery (Stardew Valley, T, 1100 words)

CAN IMAGINE WHERE A SMILE MIGHT GO???????? Are you fucking kidding me right now???????????? Brilliant work! A++ I'm still losing my mind about it!

I Don't Go Here But Holy Shit That's Good Writing:

recoil by Fleetling (The Man From U.N.C.L.E, T, 300 words)

The use of gun imagery to describe their relationship -- which from the one viewing of the trailer I saw years ago, seems pretty fitting for the movie -- just blew my mind. "voice cracking like gunfire" in the next paragraph? -- GOOD GOD! Again, don't even remotely go here, but damn this fic was really well written!

Best Username:

ECwrotethisforyou

You know what, yeah. You did write that, buddy! And you should remind everyone reading your fics that these are gifts! In or outside of a fic exchange. I approve! 👏

Best Story Structure:

If Comfy, Warm, and My Size, Why No Sit: A Meta-analysis of Research into the Warm Flat Rectangle by Dr Fluffy Jones by finerandbonnier (Original Work, G, 300 words)

YOU GUYS!!!!!!! If you have ever read a scientific paper for school or for funsies, you need to read this fic! It has FOOTNOTES! It has a BIBLIOGRAPHY in the end author's note! IT'S A FUCKING WORK OF GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!! 12/10 All the applause 🎉👏👏👏🌟

[bridgertonbabe]

Do Benedict and Eloise ever find out about Sophie & Phillip’s wedding pact? At Collin’s 40th birthday party, does Michael turn up in a tuxedo with an officiant in tow, which Penelope and Fran find hilarious?

At Sophie and Phillip's 30th they joke how if they hadn't gotten together with their respective partners that they would have had to go through with their pact - a pact which both Benedict and Eloise are only hearing about for the first time. They're surprised that their partners ever felt the need to have a hypothetical pact in place, thinking it ridiculous that Sophie and Phillip thought it likely that they'd probably be alone without somebody to love by the time they turned thirty. Sophie tells Ben that the pact had been loosely agreed on because of her fourteen year old self being jealous of his then relationship with his ex and she wanted some sort of back-up should she have to sit back and watch him live a wondrously happy life with Tessa. Benedict finds Sophie's jealousy from sixteen years ago hilariously adorable but assures her that he wouldn't have been able to have a wondrously happy life married to anyone else but her. Meanwhile when Eloise asks Phillip why he thought he'd be single at thirty her husband points out that he's never been the most outgoing of people, especially in stark contrast to Colin and Michael, and that he never thought he'd have the guts to pursue someone he actually liked. And on top of that he assumed anyone who might be interested in him would find him boring due to his infinite love of herbology, which is why the thought of having Sophie as a safety net for a marriage based purely in companionship appealed to him. Thankfully he tells his wife that he counts his lucky stars everyday that fate had provided him with marriage to the most perfect woman who he couldn't imagine life without.

And as for Colin and Michael, of course Michael wouldn't be able to resist pulling such a joke on his best friend. When Colin and Penelope and their family arrived at Aubrey Hollow for his birthday celebrations they were met by the entire family dressed in formal attire and then Michael stepped forward decked in the same suit he wore at his own wedding.

"Ah, my beloved, here you are at last!" Michael greeted and kissed Colin on the cheek.

"What the fu-?"

"Come along now. We can't leave the officiant waiting all day." Michael insisted, tugging Colin to link his arm with his.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Remember? The pact? When I agreed to take you on if you were still single by your fortieth?"

"Are you serious?" Colin squawked. "But I'm not single! I'm very happily married!"

"Ooph. I'm sorry, is this the way you're finding out Pen filed for divorce?" Michael grimaced at him but sent a cheeky wink over his shoulder where Penelope was poorly stifling her giggles.

"Oh ha-ha." Colin deadpanned. "Great bit and all, Mike, but I'm not marrying you."

"Daddy?" he looked down to where his young daughter was bouncing eagerly on the balls of her feet and looking up to him with hope-filled eyes. "If you're not marrying Uncle Michael, can I marry him please?"

Colin stared at his daughter and then turned furiously to Michael, who wore a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Why Janey, I'd be honoured,"

"Nope!" Colin butted in. "Absolutely not! Don't you dare!"

"Well come on now, Col. Be reasonable. There has to be some sort of nuptials, otherwise I confunded Simon to be the officiant for nothing."

Colin looked over to where the wedding arch was set up and observed his brother-in-law in a strange dopey state, as if waiting to be properly activated.

"Not to mention all the kids were looking forward to watching the make-believe wedding between Uncle Colin and their favourite Uncle Michael." Michael grinned.

Colin narrowed his eyes at him but when he surveyed his surrounding nieces and nephews he couldn't help but notice that they were all in fact looking to him with bubbling excitement, clearly having been promised a silly little playout of their uncle marrying another uncle on his birthday. So, never one to let people down entertainment-wise, Colin heaved out a sigh and turned back to Michael.

"Fine." he huffed out. "Let's get this over and done with, you idiot."

A collective cheer went around the garden before Colin reluctantly allowed himself to be marched down the aisle by Michael. After Michael read out his anecdotal vows much to the amusement of everyone watching, Simon announced they were married and Michael grabbed a hold of Colin's face and gave him a big fat kiss.

"Do you know what the funny thing is?" Michael said to Sophie and Phillip later on. "I actually got Simon ordained for real."

Sophie and Phillip very slowly twisted their heads to stare at him, blinking pointedly as they processed what Michael was inferring.

"Wait a minute; you're not technically married to Colin, are you?" Sophie frowned.

"Yes, there might perhaps be a chance Colin and I are legally married in the state of Hawaii." Michael smirked deviously.

"Merlin's beard, Michael." Phillip face-palmed.

"Oh relax. It's not legally binding unless we go to Hawaii and consummate the marriage."

[jamiethebeeart]

Red Robin stared blankly at "Bruce", a million thoughts floating through his head in rapid fire.

Red Hood placed a hand on his gun.

Nightwing opened his mouth. "Sorry, we'll see what we can do about that?"

"Oh, good." Not Bruce deflated. "Since you guys took down the, uh cultists? I'm assuming you -"

"Wait! Wait just a moment," Red Robin tried to pinch his nose through the domino. "You're a kid?"

"More or less," Danny nodded. He might be worried about his math test, but he didn't think giving them definite info to work off of would be good for his future wellbeing.

"And you're worried about a missing math test?" Nightwing continued.

"Well yeah! I studied hard for it and I'd like to not get a failing grade because I missed it." Bruce's face pouted.

Oracle's voice came through the comms, "ghosts have tests?". The sounds of a keyboard softly came through as she worked on contacting the Justice League Dark members.

Red Hood shifted, his hand no longer resting on his gun, but close by nonetheless. "So, let me get this straight. You," he pointed at the Not Bruce Bruce, "got forcefully injected into a random guy and you're more worried about a math test?"

The glow of the circle pulsed as if in agreement.

"Yes?" Not Bruce squinted. "It's kind of an important test."

"Has this happened before?"

Not Bruce looked at Red Robin, "eeh?" Bruce's hand wiggled. "It's usually just in my hometown, and minus a sacrifice, so yes, but no." Not Bruce looked down at the chalk still glowing. "Kind of impressed these guys weren't spooked off by the old guy's ritual though."

A beat.

Bruce looked up.

"Soooo, are you guys going to get help or?" Not Bruce left the question hanging as he leaned forward.

Nightwing took out a communicator, looked at it, nodded, and said, "Help will be here soon."

"But uh, just for reference, how do these usually go for you? And why are you getting summoned?" Red Robin asked.

"Oh. Uh, well usually I just erase part of the circle and fly off, but mmm, I'm not sure how to get home, so I'd really rather get sent back via summoning mumbo jumbo than fly. Though -" and Bruce's body violently lurched forward, like he tripped on solid ground.

The vigilantes rushed forward to catch him, but all three hit the green barrier.

"Ooph"

"Oow"

"Ugh"

"Snck"

Not Bruce frowned. "Huh guess -"

"What did you just do to him?" Red Robin glared at Not Bruce.

The other two vigilantes loomed over Bruce as best they could from the other side of the barrier.

Not Bruce cowed back, hands raised up, "uh, well, usually it's pretty easy to unshadow someone, but I guess however they summoned me bound me to this body, which again I don't want to be in, I swear I didn't mean to hurt anyone and that -"

"Bloody hell, what did you four get yourselves into?" Someone interrupted as they walked into the room and up to the glowing green circle. Whistled. "Damn." Looked up to Not Bruce. "Well shit." Constantine pulled out a phone.

that time when danny accidentally overshadowed bruce wayne (dpxdc)

Danny felt a pull on his gut- a pull that he’s intimately familiar with, a pull that is almost always followed by a summoning. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to follow the sensation, going ghost in the middle.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the middle of a chalk circle, tied haphazardly to a chair. A cloth was stuffed into his mouth, likely because his kidnappers got tired of his brain-dead yapping. He internally rolled his eyes, waiting for one of the Bats to “save” him.

His kidnappers stepped out of the shadows, surrounding the chalk circle which was not actually a chalk circle and holy shit that’s a ritual circle and he’s a sacrifice and has the Brucie Wayne persona bled through to his actual brain because how could he have missed that-

The cultists began chanting in Latin, and Bruce began to panic slightly. Where were the bats??

Before they finished the supposed summoning, the Bats broke through a window. They took down the cultists with ease, readying themselves to retrieve Bruce from the circle.

It was too late, however.

The chalk circle began to glow a strangely familiar shade of green, reminiscent of the Lazarus Pits. Red Robin, Nightwing, and Red Hood attempted to break the chalk circle, but a barrier went up and he couldn’t get through. The Bats were forced to watch in horror as their father- the man who took them in when they had nothing, the man who raised them, loved them, helped them, saved them- was consumed by green light.

After a minute, the green light died down. Siting unscathed in the center of the light was Bruce. The Bats rushed to him, ready to check him over, when he stood up robotically and turned to them.

“Yo, uh, I think I accidentally possessed Batman? I kinda gotta get back to school, I have a math test that I was actually prepared for and now I’m going to miss it! Also I am so not used to being in the body of a grown man, can y’all exorcise me or something?”

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

May I request another Arthur Dayne x Reader? (So sorry, but I’m such a simp for him!) Maybe something where the reader is a former lady in waiting to Princess Elia and after the sack where Elia and her children get killed, reader flees to Essos to leave it all behind where she then meets Arthur, who survived the Tower of Joy along with little Jon? And she’s angry with him for not being there, but he won’t leave her alone and keeps apologizing and so they somehow make up and end up confessing their feelings that they had for a long time but couldn’t really act on, or smth like that? (Sorry if this is too much or too stupid 😅)

OOph i thought I replied to this a long time ago lol sorry for the late response but it has been added to my request list :)

[raiokori]

From up in the rafters of the gym, someone shouts down to Ojiro. “Hey! Nice tail, dude!” Up high above is a young man— or perhaps a very large and vocal monkey?— grinning at the blonde and hanging upside down from a tail of his own. “Nice to see I’m not the only one who can hang around.”

Ojiro was definitely caught off guard by the sudden shout, his head whipping back and forth as he tried -- and failed, initially -- to locate the owner of the voice. It wasn't until he looked up that he saw who had called out to him.

A lot of the time, if someone said "Nice tail, dude!" to him, it wasn't exactly meant as a compliment. But, now that he saw the guy, his guard came down and he visibly relaxed, tail uncoiling itself from around his leg.

"Pretty nice one yourself!" Ojiro called back up, actually curious as to how the other student got up into the rafters like that. "Did you...How did you get up there?" he couldn't help asking, craning his neck back.

[cemoras27-but-writing-this-time]

Danny's Evil Jaunt. Its Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity. pt. 2

Hello! Im back with Part 2 Im honored that so many people were interested <3 HOPEFULLY THE COLOR STAYS RIGHT IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT I DON'T POST ON TUMBLR OFTEN. also i have almost 0 history about Dc so if anyone wants to ramble about the charaters in the tags please do

Danny's outfit was based on @little-pondhead 's art and prompt was by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

part: 1

AO3

Oliver Queen had thought he’d seen it all; however this Fenton guy just seems to be full of fun little gadgets. And puns. So many puns.

No one knows anything about the guy other than he’s a mechanical genius. Just magically appeared out of the blue one day with inventions that make Dr. Freeze’s gun look like a toy, claiming that ‘he’s not gonna be here long today but needs to do some field testing.’

And now here's Oliver listening to this kid(it had to be a kid, Fenton didn’t look a day over 14) ramble about how much fun he had today and that he had to come back soon(not looking forward to that). Green Arrow took a good look at the kid. 

He was short, maybe around 5’4 without the boots, and didn’t have much bulk, but clearly had a lot of lean muscle from what Oliver could tell from the fight, and black shaggy undercut hair. He wore a red hazmat suit with black gloves and red with black tinted lenses goggles. All covered with a lab coat that is definitely not OSHA compliant for mad scientist children, not with the way it was singed at the bottom and the sleeves had been torn off at the elbow, and the amount of sewn on patches - the biggest being the Fenton logo on his back. He was also lugging around a massive cannon that had Oliver bound to a lamp post with a glowing green net, but nets weren’t the only thing it could shoot, no it shot out so many things within the half hour they had been fighting that Oliver lost count. The kid also had some weird meta biology if the sharp teeth and pointed ears were anything to go on. But Oliver’s thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. Fenton looked down and started feeling around his suit until he found his phone, a small Iphone with odd attachments with a green ghost case covered with stickers, stopped the alarm and moved his goggles up to rest on his head wincing as the rising sun shined in his eyes.

“Hoo bright. Alright that's it for today I guess! Thanks for playing with me Mr. Arrow, I think I'm gonna pick up some energy drinks and  a couple of snacks before heading home, I still need to write an English paper for Mr. Lancer and Jazz’ll finish me off if I don’t get home soon” Fenton grinned and started to punch in directions for the nearest convenience store on his phone. It was just around the corner from the street they had left the fight off on, nice. 

‘Maybe I should grab some for Sam and Tuck’ Danny thought, ‘Oh wait I forgot!’ just as he was about to turn into the store he rushed back to where he left Green Arrow, who was trying to saw his way out of the Fentnet with his knife. 

“Sorry! I wanted to do something before I left!” Fenton smiled and put his wiry arm around Oliver in a side hug and pulled out his phone and did a peace sign with the hand around Oliver. “Say Frootloops!”

Fenton pulled off Oliver and showed him the picture, Fenton had a Cheshire cat grin while he had a miserable expression. 

“Ooph, probably not your best look but I think we look cool. And really, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. How I think we look.” 

“You're a menace, what do you want?” 

“You don’t know? I’m god’s playtester and I’m here for bug testing before the rest of the world sees my inventions. Consider Star City my testing sandbox. Anyway see’ya!” and Fenton was gone down the street. 

And that was the day Oliver Queen knew that he needed to make sure that the world outside of Star City could never be exposed to Fenton. Especially the bat. If anyone found out his ego would never recover.

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[arc-misadventures]

so rin and ren will also be twins in this reincarnation? Renaissance? Well, you know what I mean, because the net rin deserves a better opportunity to interact with jaune and win her little heart.

Shall We Sing Together Again~?

The Twins: Age Seven.

Training in how to use their respective weapons once more.

Jeanne: Whaa! Ooph?!

Jaune: You okay, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yeah…

Jaune: Here, let me help you up.

Jeanne: Thanks.

Jaune: No problem.

Jeanne: Haa… I just don’t get it, Jaune… I know how to swing a sword, but every time I swing it I end up kissing the ground! I was never like this in Beacon! Jaune… What’s wrong with me…?

Jaune: How old are you now?

Jeanne: Seven.

Jaune: And, how old were you in, Beacon?

Jeanne: Seventeen. Wait, is that the problem, I’m comparing my young self to my old self?

Jaune: Among other things. You’re body hasn’t developed enough to fight like you used to; Your muscles strength is nothing compared to when you were seventeen. Hell, you’re not even as tall as you were back then. We’re training to be as good as we once were when we we’re in our late teens. It’s gonna take us years before we can even start to bare a fragment of a semblance as we once were. Give it time, Jeanne. We’ll get there eventually.

Jeanne: Haa… I’ve been rushing it haven’t I?

Jaune: A bit. But, we’ve got time to become the knights we once were! Okay, lets stop here for today, cause if you fall again, Mom will accuse me of picking a fight with you, or something.

Jeanne: Yeah, I rather not fall again for the third time.

Jaune: Eighth time.

Jeanne: I fell seven times?!

Jaune: Yeah…

Jeanne: Okay, yeah I need to slow down a lot!

Jaune: That you do. Come on, lets go home.

Jeanne: Okay.

As the duo were walking through the forest, their training swords left behind, Jeanne decided to ask a question that had been plaguing her mind for years now.

Jeanne: Who do you think will be there?

Jaune: I’m sorry?

Jeanne: Beacon Academy, do you ever wonder who will be there? My team JNPR, or yours?

Jaune: Hopefully my, Team JNPR, and Team RWBY. I got along better with them then I did with their male counterparts.

Jeanne: I hope they’re there too. After you came, the guys in my world lost it. And, I couldn’t handle how they viewed me anymore. How the lusted after me…

Jaune: Yeah, that creeped me out too. Did you ‘fix’ that problem?

Jeanne: Yeah, I asked, Headmistress Selma if we could trade, May, for Pyrros. We voted three to one, Pyrros was sent to, Team RWBY, and I got my new little sister on my team! It was the best!

Jaune: May…? May Zedong?

Jeanne: Yeah, did you know her?

Jaune: Not as well as I wanted to…

Jeanne: What happened?

Jaune: We, May, Pyrrha, and I got close… Romantically close… I was going to ask them both on a date. But, then the Fall happened, and they both died… I hope at least those two are there… I want to have the life I dreamed of having with them.

Jaune stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see, Jeanne gave him a comforting gaze as she gently squeezed his shoulder.

Jeanne: We’ll see them again, Jaune. Just you wait.

Jaune: Thanks, Jeanne.

Jeanne: So, anyone else you’re hoping to see?

Jaune: Since you mentioned it, I was hoping to see, Selma.

Jeanne: Headmistress Selma; Is it because if she was in your world you wouldn’t be stuck in a hellish shadow war that ruined everything?

Jaune: Yeah, pretty much.

Jeanne: I was hopping to see, Rin, again.

Jaune: Why’s that?

Jeanne: I was hopping she could become my sister!

Jaune: Are you going to adopt her like you did with your, May?

Jeanne: No I was hopping you’d marry her actually.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Eh?

[stupid-stew]

A Different Kind of Pain

i forgot what writing was but then boom little venty fic if you please anyways mom eda for the win (AO3 link if you want) content warning for injury and vomiting because yes.

Ouch.

That was all Luz could think. Every bone in her body hurt, her muscles were having a screaming match with each other and she hadn’t even moved yet. Oh no. She had to move. In that moment, that was the last thing Luz wanted, she would rather have stayed there on the floor moving for days. But that wasn’t an option.

She took a deep breath in and lifted her left arm. That was all she had to do, get her arm off the ground, easy, right? Wrong. A burning pain shot from her shoulder all the way through her joints and into her fingertips. Luz had to bite her tongue to keep herself from making noise, her mouth tasted metallic. Great, another injury, what was one more. Maybe the other arm wasn’t as bad. Luz took a deep breath and shut her eyes before trying her other arm-

Huh.

That wasn’t bad.

There was a definite soreness, but nothing comparable to the other one.

Luz took her time testing her limbs one by one, how much did they hurt individually, except for her left arm, not again. It seemed like that was the worst of it, so she pulled her left hand into her body and tried to get up. Not a good idea. Her whole left side had something else to say, an intense numb ache through her entire abdomen stopped her in her tracks, she fell back onto her sleeping bag with a loud thud, the noise however was the last of Luz’s worries at the moment. The impact with the ground had made her unfortunately aware of the fact that her head was throbbing.

“Luz?”

Shoot. Eda must have heard her fall. She didn’t want Eda to know, she didn’t need anything else to worry about.

“Luz are you ok in there?”

She tried to sit up, which led to her having to muffle a pained groan before replying, “yeah everything’s fine i’m ok, just slipped.”

“Are you sure?”

God couldn’t Eda just take her at her word?

“Yep!” Luz put as much false enthusiasm into her voice as she could muster, which seemed to do the trick because Eda just hummed and continued walking.

Luz waited until she could no longer hear footsteps before deciding she had to get up. One intense inhale and a lot of momentum later, she was on her feet, doubled over in pain, but on her feet nonetheless. How could everything hurt? Did she even have enough body parts to be experiencing this? Luz tested her weight, shifting onto her right foot didn’t cause any real problems, but trying her luck on her left foot was a different story. She had to put her arm out to grab something so she didn’t fall, but using her left hand was a mistake. Luz couldn’t stop herself from yelling out as violent pins and needles made their way up and down her arm. She couldn’t move, she felt parylized. There was a set of rapid footsteps coming up the stairs.

Eda.

Luz didn’t want her to know, didn’t want her to worry, but she couldn’t do anything about it. If she moved, let go of the beam she was holding onto, put her leg out, no matter what she did next, it wasn’t looking good for her.

“Luz?” Eda sounded worried, that wasn’t part of the plan, but Luz couldn’t even respond, the pain throughout her body had rendered her mute.

“Ok kid, I’m coming in.” Every part of Luz’s mind was on fire, she didn’t want Eda in here, she couldn’t talk or move, what was she going to do?

A soft sliver of light came from the hallway and illuminated the part of Luz’s room where she was standing, huh, sort of like a really awful spotlight, Luz thought to herself. She closed her eyes, it was the one part of her body she could move and there was no way she was going to let herself see Eda’s face.

“Oh titan.”

Luz guessed she must have had some visible injuries because Eda ran right up to her side and placed her hands on Luz’s back in an attempt to give her arm some relief, which surprisingly didn’t hurt as much as she was expecting.

“Luz, let go of the beam, I’m gonna lower down, ok?”

She tried to open her mouth but there was something sealing her lips, so she just nodded her head and closed her eyes as she let her hand relax. Even without her magic, Eda was strong enough to hold Luz and gently place her on the ground. The problem came when Eda had to move her hands out from under Luz, she ended up running her hands along Luz’s left side, and that set her off.

Suddenly, it was like there were too many things happening at once. She couldn’t pinpoint where the pain was coming from, it was all over. It was hard to breathe, wait why wasn’t she breathing. Luz realized she had been holding her breath. She tried to let it go, but the lack of pressure in her chest made everything worse. Now it was like she needed more, more weight, everywhere. She took a deep breath in and held it. Good, that was better. It was like there was no more pain, she couldn’t feel anything past her thoughts, she rolled over and grabbed Eda’s side, desperate for any sort of contact she could get.

“Woah kid what are you doi- OOPH-”

Luz pulled Eda on top of her and held on tight. The witch was sort of kneeling now next to Luz with her torso laid across Luz’s while the kid seemed to be trying to pull Eda into the ground with her.

“Luz what is going on?”

Luz couldn’t answer, instead she just tightened the grip her forearms had around Eda’s middle and let out a sad sort of pained groan.

Eda realized that Luz’s chest wasn’t moving, was she breathing?

“Kid you have to breathe.”

Luz didn’t process what Eda had said, too busy focusing on the insane amounts of energy that were crashing through every part of her. She needed to move, to go, to do something, but she couldn’t at the same time. She just needed to wait, to have something crushing her, holding her down, keeping her still. Eda, where was Eda going.

Eda had put her own arms out and was trying to lift herself off of Luz, it seemed like the kid needed something but she wasn’t sure what until she saw the look in Luz’s eyes.

The kid looked desperate, she was writhing around, whimpering, looking for anything to grab, to hold onto, how was she even moving with those bruises? Eda didn’t think twice about it, instead she just repositioned herself and took Luz in her own embrace, allowing her to hold on as tightly as she needed. She noticed Luz starting to breathe, they were sharp, deep inhales that the kid was holding in for far too long, but at least there was oxygen entering and leaving her lungs.

Luz suddenly took her hands off of Eda, and Eda took it as a sign to get up, which was apparently the right call because Luz shot up off the ground, and started walking around, ignoring the searing pain that was still deep in her bones, she wasn’t going anywhere, back and forth across the room, moving her arms around in seemingly random patterns. Her thoughts were still too loud, even though she wasn’t thinking about anything, she couldn’t hear, she was flapping her hands and repeatedly popping her knuckles in an attempt to make everything stop. She didn’t know what was going on, there were too many things happening and they all needed to stop. Her prayers were answered when she realized she was nauseous. She stopped moving and walked straight for the bathroom, not even registering Eda behind her.

She made it just in time, her knees hitting the floor just as the first wave of bile escaped her throat.

Eda wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. First Luz was holding onto her as if her life depended on it, then she was walking around in constant motion as if stopping meant the end of the world, and then she had walked out of the room on a mission? Where was she going? All of Eda’s questions were answered when she heard heaving in the room next to her. Uh oh. Eda briskly walked to the bathroom, and just as she had suspected, found Luz face down in the toilet bowl. If the last couple minutes were any indication, Luz probably didn’t want anyone touching her at the moment, so Eda kept her distance, deciding to leave the kid to it while she went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water ready.

Luz’s whole body was on fire. Her joints, her muscles, her throat now, but she had never appreciated it more. Sure, nobody liked dry heaving into the toilet unable to breathe, but that meant she was done. She could move again. Luz felt tears running down her cheeks, she wasn’t sure if they were out of pain, relief, if it was just because she was overwhelmed, but she wasn’t going to do anything to stop it, she didn’t have the energy. She rolled into a sitting position on the floor, rudely reminded of the fact she was still injured by a wave of discomfort caused by the motion.

Luz took a minute to sit there, just sitting with her head against the wall, crying, letting herself be hurt, and that was how Eda found her.

“Oh, Luz.”

Eda put the glass of water in her opposite hand and took a seat next to the girl. She knew better than to touch Luz anywhere that might cause the kid pain, so she just placed her hand gently on Luz’s knee. If she wanted anything more, Eda trusted her to initiate it. She waited for Luz’s breathing to calm before offering the water.

Luz wasn’t thirsty, but she knew Eda would worry if she didn’t have any, plus it couldn’t do her any harm to get some water in her body given the events of the past half hour, so she took a couple of swiggs before handing it back.

Eda sighed, “we need to take care of those bruises.”

Luz just nodded.

“Anywhere in particular it hurts too much?”

Luz cleared her throat as best she could, deciding it was time to test if her voice had returned yet, “My left side.” it was quiet, but it was her voice.

Eda winced “that’s where I moved my hands after setting you down isn’t it?”

The silence told Eda all she needed to know.

“I’m so sorry kid.”

Luz laughed a little, “it’s ok, you didn’t know.”

Eda hung her head a little and got herself up before extending her hand out to Luz.

“Cmon, let’s get you up.”

Together they were able to get Luz seated onto the counter, the hisses of pain that came from Luz were enough to drive Eda to the edge of tears, but she knew it had to be done. As she helped Luz, the realization of what had just happened to Luz hit her. Eda was familiar with it, it had happened to her a few times when she had first gotten cursed, those transformations had been especially difficult, painful. Eda didn’t have to imagine how much pain Luz had been in to cause that kind of reaction, she had been there herself.

It took a while, but eventually Luz was sitting facing Eda from the countertop.

“I’m assuming your arm hurts the most?”

Eda had noticed Luz treating it with a different tenderness than the rest of her body.

Luz blushed and nodded.

This confused Eda. “You know you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s ok to be in pain, you just need to let me help you.”

Luz looked up at her with tears in her eyes, “bu-” something stopped Luz’s words. Oh no. Before she knew it she was emptying the contents of her stomach onto the floor in front of her, which was also where Eda was standing.

“Eda I’m so sorry.” Luz was crying now, each of her words punctuated with a sob.

“Shhh it’s ok. It’s just some water and some clothes. Don’t worry about it.” Eda wrapped her arms around Luz’s shoulders, taking care not to hit any spots that might hurt Luz more. She let the kid sob into her chest, not caring the slightest bit about her shirt. Let it get stained by tears, by vomit, as long as Luz is ok. Eda rocked back and forth on her feet, being careful not to move Luz too much, just enough to coax her into a normal breathing pattern. It seemed to work, because she was able to pull away and look Luz in the face, though the kid didn’t seem all that interested in returning the eye contact.

“You,” Eda brought her hand up to Luz’s face and wiped away some of the tears that were still running down her cheeks, “have nothing to be sorry for. And you have had a very long morning.” Eda was now running her nails through Luz’s hair “So, what do you say we get your arm all checked out and then you can go back to bed.”

Luz met her eye, which made Eda feel a lot better. “Nest party?” The kid’s voice was still carrying a lot of unshed tears, but Eda couldn’t help but laugh. Only Luz would be in so much pain she couldn’t move or speak, then get too overwhelmed to sit still, and then throw up, and still be injured with the prospect of a lot more discomfort in the near future, and still be focused on a nest party. Only Luz. “Yes, yes we can have a nest party.”

Luz closed her eyes and rested her head against the mirror behind her.

“Awesome.”

Eda reached out to touch Luz’s arm, not missing the look across her face at the contact, and rolled up the sleeve gingerly.

“Yeesh.”

Luz opened her eyes and looked down. She knew her arm hurt, she was well aware of that, but she really wasn’t expecting it to be this bad. There were two vertical purple and green lines running up what seemed to be the entirety of her arm, starting at the wrist.

“Yeesh indeed.”

Eda picked up Luz’s arm by the wrist and was met by a shout, causing her to gently place the arm back down as quickly as she could.

“Sorry sorry sorry, probably a sprained wrist.”

Luz hissed through her teeth, “of course.”

Several bandages later, Luz was at the point she could move her arm stiffly around without much of an issue, still wasn’t enjoyable, but doable.

After proving to Eda she could at least swing her arm and place it down without much of an issue, Luz was allowed off the counter.

“You sure you can walk?”

Luz wasn’t sure. But she had to try, so she gave Eda a shaky nod.

Eda didn’t look fully convinced, and offered Luz her arm as a support.

With Eda’s help she was able to make it all the way to the red double doors and to the nest. When they got there, Luz almost flopped into the nest, the exhaustion of her short day already catching up to her. Her back still hurt, her neck, her arms, her legs, everything was sore and she didn’t want to move. Eda picked up on this and settled for carefully moving behind Luz in the nest, and was greeted by the girl wrapping her good arm around the witch’s waist.

“Thanks Eda.” Luz’s words were slow, expressing how tired she was.

Eda grinned at this, “Don’t mention it kid.”

“Mkay.” She could tell Luz was really ready for a rest, Eda didn’t even want to think about how long Luz had sat there in her room by herself before Eda had come in, so she settled for helping Luz now. She carefully lifted Luz’s head and placed her own arm under the kid’s neck, reaching around to gently run her long nails up and down her back and up into her hair repeatedly, being extra careful to avoid anything too far to the left for Luz’s sake. The motion was all Luz needed to fall into a deep sleep, and Eda didn’t mind the breath that was blowing her own hair into her face or the cramp in her arm, because Luz was comfortable, and that was all that mattered. Eda knew what Luz had gone through, and it was a different kind of pain, and if she could do anything to take it away, even for a moment, she’d do so gladly, for Luz.

[greatbigbellies]

New commission for @wesoftupinhere of their nb vampire being overdue with orc triplets! Contains multiples pregnancy, physical discomfort, some belly rubs, and overall wholesomeness! Enjoy, and go check out their art!

20 days. Just short of three full weeks. THAT’S how many days overdue they were. They were technically warned about this before taking on the contract. “Orcs are stubborn, and slow to wake. You could end up with whole weeks of extra gestation time,” she’d said. If only the vampire had listened. Now, eight and a half, pushing nine, months pregnant with three rowdy orcs… they were regretting their decision. 

So they did as they’d been doing for the last three weeks: waddling down the candle lit corridors of their mansion. Waddle, waddle, waddle. The soft, burgundy slippers padded along the ornate rugs that lay on the ground, out of sight of the surrogate due to their own massive, oblong belly. 

They wore a matching, dark red robe and pants, all of which parted to reveal a pale, pregnant belly, blushing pink slightly around the bellybutton, due to the sheer pressure. Their hands held the ballooning sides of their tummy, giving a little much needed support. Orcs were, as expected, heavy creatures, and storing three in one’s womb made it hard to even walk. Still, they walked, pacing the halls in hopes that they would go into labor soon. 

The pains of the pregnancy had been dull and aching, as their body grew accustomed to its three large occupants. They’d been a surrogate before, so they knew the sharp, stabbing sensation of a contraction. This seemed to never come. Instead they woke up each evening, hungrier, rounder, and heavier than the day before.

They grew momentarily frustrated with their predicament, groaning loudly. They gripped the sides of their beach ball sized belly and jostled it up and down slightly. “Why won't you come out!?” they moaned. All this did was cause the orc babies and amniotic fluid to slosh around in their overfilled womb, and resulted in a sharp kick in the ribs for their trouble. They pressed their fingers into the top shelf of their belly and groaned again, “You’re right I’m sorry. You’re just… very late…” they sighed, and continued waddling.

They walked past a mirror hung from the wall, and saw… nothing. Because they were a vampire, and had no reflection. They knew what they’d see if they did though. A tired, overdue, disheveled pregnant vampire, with nothing to do but pace. Their long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but still managed to be messy, loose strands laying anywhere they wished. Their belly was massive, sticking out so far they could barely reach around to their own navel, which was popped. It, and the skin around it had a pinkish hue from being so overstretched. How much bigger could they possibly get?

They pushed their hands into their lower back to try to get it to pop, but no such luck. They sighed. They were so tired… and they’d already slept for 14 hours today… they felt their tummy rumble slightly, and knew it was feeding time. “I’m making my way to the dining hall!” they called out. “So by the time my slow pregnant ass gets there I’d really like to see some food on that table!” they yelled to anyone within earshot. They weren’t usually this demanding, but being so overdue had made them cranky. They huffed and set off, their waddling gait carrying them forward, one labored step at a time

About 10 minutes later, a drop of sweat rolling down their forehead, they waddled into the dining area to see one of their help staff, a very diminutive goblin in a smart little suit, placing a piece of raw, bleeding steak on the huge, ornate table. The vampire waddled up to and flopped heavily into the chair, causing it to creak beneath their increased weight. The goblin folded his arms behind his back, and nodded toward the plate. “The food you requested, master,” the surrogate had always liked this particular member of the wait staff. He was dutiful, took his work seriously, and didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. “Thank you,” said the vampire simply before taking a piece of red meat in his hands and biting into it. The taste of blood and raw red steak hit their tongue and instantly they felt better. It seemed like their mouth wasn’t big enough to handle the amount of food they wanted to eat.

“Where did we get this stuff?” they asked. The goblin tilted his head to the side in thought. “I-I’m not sure, master, I’ll have to ask the kitchen staff,” he replied. The vampire nodded between large bites. “Wherever it’s from, I want more of it. Probably the best tasting thing I’ve eaten in weeks,” they said. The goblin nodded. “The cooks have been trying to select things that you’re craving, master. T-they really do want to keep you happy,” said the well dressed goblin as he watched the surrogate’s belly. The orcs inside reacted to the incoming meat with a flurry of visible kicks, eliciting a groan from the vampire as they started on their second steak. 

“Ugh… they’re so active when I eat…” they said, to themselves as much as to their companion. The goblin looked up at their tired face sympathetically. “Awfully rambunctious for orges,” noted the goblin. “They’re orcs, and about as rambunctious as one would expect from orcs,” corrected the surrogate. The goblin nodded, then smiled wholesomely. “Orc babies are so cute,” he placed his index fingers at the edges of his mouth, mimicking tusks. “Their cute little tuskies are so dull and nubby!” they grinned. The vampire smiled weakly before taking another bite. Their dumb little baby tusks were actually really cute.

Their belly visibly distorted as one of the orcs rolled around inside them, causing them to wince. “Could you… y’know…” they gestured to their mammoth midriff. “What, master?” the goblin tilted his head again. The vampire sighed. “Could you… rub my belly please? It’s achy and my hands are full of food,” the goblin’s eyes widened at the request, but he simply nodded and stepped forward. He reached his gloved hands out to the huge belly that rested between the surrogate’s legs, bumping and nudging with movement. The goblinoid had never been this close to it before, and he took a moment to appreciate that he could probably fit inside of it if he curled up tightly enough. He very slowly and gingerly placed his hands on the front, lower hemisphere of the vampires pinkened belly, and rubbed little circles, applying the least amount of pressure possible. “Like this, master?”

They swallowed another bite and shook their head, a motion that the goblin couldn’t see past the belly. “Bigger circles, and a little more pressure. It’s a tummy, it’s not going to hurt you,” they sighed. The satin gloves felt amazing on their overstretched skin, but they needed a little more ‘oomph’ to stave off the ache of their muscles. The goblin’s open hands ran larger, slower circles, and he pushed slightly into the belly, causing the vampire to coo and lean back a little. “Yeah, like that. That’s nice,” 

They slowly chewed the last morsel of meat, and closed their eyes. The shredded strips of steak oozed slightly, coating their tongue in delectable blood. They swallowed and sighed, focusing on the sensation of a pair of small three fingered hands on their bare bump. The soft, cool satin fabric glided over the warm, firm skin of their underbelly, and applied just enough pressure to be relieving. The goblin paused when one of the baby orcs kicked directly into the palm of his hand. “Was that…?” he trailed off. “A foot,” they stated plainly.

The goblin nodded, and continued rubbing. A comfortable silence hung between the pair as the surrogate received the much needed pampering. Eventually the goblin spoke up again. “Is it… possible to hear the heartbeats?” he asked. The vampire thought for a moment, “Maybe. My midwife uses a stethoscope to listen, but you’re welcome to try,” they shrugged. The goblin smiled proudly, wiggling his large, green, pointed ears. “Us goblins have excellent hearing!” he wrapped his arms around the sides of the vampire’s belly and placed an ear next to their bellybutton. They closed their eyes and listened closely. The vampire smiled.

“I can hear them!” they exclaimed, before getting kicked in the face by one of the orcs. The surrogate placed a hand on the top shelf of their belly and smiled down at the little goblinoid. “What are your duties, little goblin?” they asked. The goblin released their tummy and took a few steps back, furrowing his brow in thought. “Well… sometimes I help in the kitchen with dishes… sometimes I’m bussing tables… I’m one of the wait staff when we have guests over! But… you haven’t had guests in a while…” he listed, trailing off. The vampire chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t really invite people over when I’m too big to entertain…” they patted their belly lightly.

The goblin nodded again. He was an avidly good listener. The vampire realized that, despite carrying three people with them at all times… they were lonely. They idly rubbed their tummy and looked down at the diminutive goblin, who stood with his hands folded behind his back, ready for another request. “Tell you what, if you help me up, and walk with me for a spell, you can have the rest of the night off,” they offered. The goblin grinned widely, “Okay!” he stepped forward and took the vampires hands. “Pull backward as hard as you can okay?” they instructed. “Won’t that hurt you? I’m very strong,” he warned. The surrogate blinked for a moment, then smiled again. “I’ll be okay,” they said, “On the count of three, okay? One… two… three,” the goblin gripped their hands tightly and pulled back, helping the overdue vampire get to their feet, they released his hands and stood upright, eliciting a cacophony of popping noises from their lower back.

“Ooph… okay, that was perfect, thank you,” they exhaled. The goblin flexed in his little suit, a truly adorable gesture. “Told you I was strong, master!” he said. The surrogate smiled, showing their sharp fangs. “Where are we walking to?” he asked. The vampire took one heavy-footed step, then another, toward the hall they’d come from. “Right now, we just walk. No destination in mind, just walking,” they sighed. The goblin nodded and fell into step next to them, having no trouble keeping up despite being so much smaller.

“I’ve seen you walking a lot lately. It seems like all you do is walk around and take breaks to eat. Are you worried about something?” he asked. “No, no…” they padded along, supporting the bloated sides of their belly. “Not worried, just tired. Walking will help the babies get ready to be born,” they explained. The goblin tilted his head to the side, “But you sleep so much! How could you be tired?” he said, quite candidly and meaning no offense. The vampire rolled their eyes, but couldn’t help being amused at the goblin’s honesty. “Well, being pregnant takes a lot of energy. Being pregnant with three takes more energy. And being pregnant with three rowdy, overdue orcs somehow takes even more,” they explained, holding up their tummy for emphasis.

The goblin looked at the vampire’s gigantic belly and understood. “Do you need me to rub it again?” he asked. “Maybe later… thank you though,” the pair fell into another comfortable silence. The surrogate vampire waddled along, their long legs carrying them forward with slow, heavy steps. The goblin, on the other hand, meandered along next to them, taking much quicker, smaller steps with his much shorter legs. The pair made their way into a hallway with large, bay windows, providing a panoramic view of the night sky. It was a full moon tonight, and the vampire found themselves thankful they weren’t carrying werewolves this time. They glanced down at their little goblin friend, who dutifully walked next to them, and felt a second wind hit at the thought of their companionship. Perhaps they didn’t have to feel so lonely while pacing these long, moonlit halls.

[avewritesmr]

14 and 22 for seungcheol 🥺 i think that would be so cute

Prompt: Play wrestling and kissing someone’s injuries/bruises

Word Count: 771 words

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Male!Reader

Group: Seventeen

Genre:  Fluff

A/N: this only took me forever and a half to complete I’m so sorry, And it isn’t even that good 😔, I hope you like it though it was a cute prompt I just didn’t do it justice so I am sorry 💖💖

Seungcheol just wanted to get his work done, he wanted his inbox to be empty and he never wanted another email from management about petty stuff they could deal with without him.

But people don’t get what they want. 

Sometimes it is because what they want is too hard to achieve, or doesn’t exist. Sometimes because they don’t put in effort to achieve what they want. Sometimes because they have a whiny boyfriend who will not leave them alone to answer the last 4 emails they have.

Seungcheol had a whiny boyfriend who absolutely wouldn’t take no for an answer and had chosen to cling to Seungcheol as if his life depended on it successfully preventing Seungcheol from finishing the last 4 emails he had.

y/n had decided that Seungcheol shouldn’t work and had sat down in Seungcheol’s lap whining like an petulant baby about not being given enough attention.

Seungcheol sighed, “I can give you attention after I finish my work, it’s just 4 email please.” y/n’s pout just increased and he whined again.

“Hyung, it’ll take forever, I want your attention now.” Seungcheol sighed again, if he would run out of air if he kept sighing.

“I can’t give you attention because I have to work, the sooner i finish my work the sooner you get attention.” y/n shook his head wrapping his legs around Seungcheol’s waist so the older couldn’t push him off.

“I am not moving.”

Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose, “y/n-” he opened his eyes to glare at the younger, “get off.”

“Make me.”

Seungcheol assumed the younger meant this in a suggestive way but he’d be damned if he gave the younger what he wanted now.

Wrapping his arms securely around the y/n, Seungcheol pulled him sideways making him fall onto the floor, y/n’s legs which were still wrapped around him meant the he ended up falling onto the younger.

y/n who had understood now that force would be necessary to achieve his goals kicked at Seungcheol’s back trying to wiggle out of the older, and much stronger, man’s arms.

Seungcheol frowned moving to shove y/n away from his body, he easily succeeded in his goal making the younger roll away from him, y/n was glaring at him now, eyes narrowed and eyebrows pulled down in playful anger.

Seungcheol watched as he got onto his knees quickly  diving for Seungcheol’s waist and holding on tightly, Seungcheol assumed the younger was trying to pull him down but he doubted the younger would have much success with how frail his arms were.

After a few seconds of watching y/n struggle Seungcheol pushed the younger away again.

He had underestimate the force with which he had pushed though. y/n let out a shriek his arms flailing as he fell backwards.

Seungcheol should have checked that they had enough space to be pushing each other around because obviously the didn’t being this close to the coffee table he had been working at.

Seungcheol winced when y/n’s elbow made contact with the aforementioned table.

The younger let out a small ooph when his body hit the floor but didn’t begin crying or whining, that concerned Seungcheol.

He moved to his boyfriend’s side and looked down at the him in anticipation.

y/n glared up at Seungcheol from where he was laying down, the glare soon melted into a childish pout.

“You’re so mean hyung, all I want is your love and instead you give me bruises-” y/n crossed his arms across his chest “-bruises in my heart and a bruise on my elbow, so mean.”

Seungcheol sighed, he was never going to hear the end of this.

Carefully pulling y/n’s arm up he placed a chaste kiss to the youngers elbow that was slowly reddening, he then bent down to kiss y/n’s chest.

“I’ll keep kissing the bruises till they stop hurting, how does that sound?” y/n makes a face like he’s thinking hard, before a smile breaks out onto his face.

“Sure, that’ll work, you could’ve saved yourself all that work if you had just given me the attention I wanted you know.”

“You’re elbow wouldn’t be bruised  if you had just left me to finish my work.” Seungcheol replied helping the younger sit up.

“Don’t be mean hyung I am injured.”

Seungcheol smiled softly, he picked up y/n’s hand pressing another kiss to the elbow that was most definitely bruising.

y/n wrapped his arms around Seungcheol’s neck as soon as he pulled away.

Seungcheol decided the 4 emails could wait, he’d have to deal with his clingy boyfriend for now.

[richiebrook]

A Milex ficlet (fluff)

I accidentally wrote a ficlet again. This is the first and only draft, so I‘m sorry for the mistakes that I don’t doubt are in here.

Alex barely gets the chance to shut the front door of Miles’s apartment behind him before Miles appears in the hallway and wraps him in one of those tight, honest hugs that only he knows how to give. Alex manages a breathy laugh. He drops the overnight bag in his left hand to the floor, but tightens the grip on the guitar case in his right. His left arm finds its way around Miles’s neck. He’d pull him closer if it were possible, but the only way to get any closer would be to take off their clothes. Alex wouldn’t be opposed, but he knows better. Miles needs this. And let’s be honest, Alex would be lying if he told himself that he hadn’t been waiting for a hug à la Miles ever since they set the date for their get together at Miles’s. They usually meet at Miles’s. Alex finds that these days there are hardly any places, including his own house, that fill him with a sense of coming home as strong and comforting as Miles’s apartment.

“Hi,” murmurs Miles into Alex’s shoulder. Both his hands roam Alex’s body - one on his lower back and one rubbing gently the back of his neck -, reacquainting themselves with it. Goosebumps elicited by the warmth and want of it all form on Alex’s arms. Blindly but carefully, he sets the guitar case down as well. Both his arms curl around Miles’s neck.“Hi yerself,” he says, slipping effortlessly into the mishmash of Scouse and his own Sheffield accent that announces itself whenever Miles is around. His eyes flutter closed. The intensity of the hug puts his senses, dulled by the long flight back to England, back on sharp. He inhales Miles’s scent. He’s changed colognes since the last time they saw each other, but under there lingers that masculine, smoky scent that is unmistakably Miles. Alex tightens his grip, grateful for the opportunity to just stop for a moment. They have time. There’s nothing else they need to do. They don’t even need to speak; they’ve been in touch daily over the course of the Monkeys tour. Miles knows how Alex has been feeling (carefree, tired and a little full of himself after months of being applauded on stage nightly) and Alex knows how Miles has been (too energetic to be cooped up in his apartment, a little lonely and in desperate need of a good shag). Nothing ever goes left unsaid between them. There’s nothing he hasn’t yet told Miles - from the explanation he provided his girlfriend with to come home to Miles instead of her, to the music his cab driver was listening to. There is simply no need. Alex hopes there won’t be any unnecessary talking tonight.

Miles tugs gently on Alex’s shirt, freeing the hem from where it’s tucked into his trousers. He slides his hands under the soft material and meets softer skin. Alex barely remembers to feel insecure, but he doesn’t manage to stop himself entirely. He’s let himself go a little on tour. There’s nothing less fun than spending hour upon uninspired hour in a hotel gym, so he simply hasn’t bothered. Miles would never skip a day at the gym. Alex reaches out and touches his bicep, then his chest and his ridiculously flat stomach. Miles tuts and bats his hand away, as if he’s reading Alex’s mind. He snakes his arm around Alex’s waist and Alex relaxes.

It is only when Alex feels Miles’s lips on his that he realises they haven’t yet kissed. Miles takes his time. His grip on Alex doesn’t loosen for even a second as their lips move slowly and a little too sloppily for their kiss to qualify as picture perfect. But it doesn’t have to be. With Miles, it only ever has to feel good. And God does it feel good. Alex doesn’t even mind the twinge of insecurity that is now settling comfortably in his brain. He barely felt that insecurity on tour, but now that his guard is down, it greets him like an old friend. That feeling is part of him and feeling it now, while in Miles’s arms, is proof that he did the right thing in coming here.

This is home. Here he can potter around the house all day without having to worry about a single thing. He can play the social hermit and curl up with a book or his guitar during the day and let himself be thoroughly fucked during the night. There is room to doubt himself and to philosophise drunkenly with Miles about the meaning of life. There is room to struggle with his words and for never really being able to say exactly what he means. It’s all fine. Miles made that very clear when he first pushed the spare key to his new apartment into Alex’s hand. The only thing he wanted in return was Alex’s honesty, something Alex has never had trouble giving him to begin with.

Miles breaks the kiss. Alex’s chin and upper lip feel rough with beard burn already. He needs more of it. And clearly Miles does, too. “Shall we take this to the bedroom, love?” he asks. Alex nods, a little dazed and drunk on Miles’s touches. He refuses to speak. Even a ‘yes’ would make quick work of ruining the moment. He looks at Miles and is caught off guard by the way his hearts feels like it rolls in his chest, insistent and needy for him to take this further. And so he takes Miles’s hand and starts leading him to the bedroom. Miles chuckles. He lets Alex tug him onto the king size bed, where he lands with a soft ‘ooph‘. Alex stops in his tracks, ready to murmur an apology, but Miles just grins and uses both hands to pull Alex on top of him, eliciting a very similar sound to the one Miles just made. Rather than tugging at Alex’s clothes, Miles curls up around him. Alex sighs. He feels light years away from being the Alex he’s been on stage. Tonight they’ll sleep some, they’ll have sex and they’ll sleep some more. Tomorrow Alex will make Miles coffee and they’ll stay in bed until Miles gets restless and starts getting ready to go for a run. Alex might take a walk and get them breakfast. Or he might sleep some more. Whatever it is, it’s all good. And with that realisation a warm, welcome exhaustion slowly spreads through his every limb. He turns in Miles’s arms and presses his face into the crook of his neck. Above him, Miles voice is gentle. “Welcome home, babe.”