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Settling down—

Quinn Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get a Quinn getting mad at his brothers for fucking around and making his gf uncomfortable. They didn’t think he was that serious about his gf. He told them “She’s important to me”

Quinn had met her at some Canucks charity event in the early fall.

The breath was knocked right out of his lungs as he bumped into her while trying to get some fresh air, drinking up the way her silhouette looked in her floor-length gown. He was a goner. Now she sat curled up in his lap as they lounged on his boat, a soft smile on her face as he dragged his fingertips up and down the length of her spine.

Jack, Trevor, Luke, and the others were very skeptical of their relationship, she was nice, but she seemed so far from their world of hockey that to them there was no chance that she was a keeper. Plus the fact that she was an absolute smoke show, and he was just Quinn, showcased just how too good she was to be true. Quinn thought otherwise though, to anyone who wasn't blinded by idiocy, like his brothers and co., you could plainly see how he watched her with such love in his eyes.

A dopey grin grew on his face as she whispered in his ear, her fingers running through his messy hair as she placed a kiss on the high point of his cheek. Her smile grew as Quinn's lopsided smile took over his expression, "You are the prettiest, y'know that?" she mumbled into his ear as his face broke out in a flustered mess. "You're one to talk," he mused, her head leaned up against his chest, goosebumps on her skin as a gust of wind kit her bikini-covered body. "I gonna go join your mom on the beach, and get my sweater," she said getting up off of Quinn's lap, sending her boyfriend a wink as she walked to the front of the boat hopped off and onto the beach they were parked on.

Her ears perked up as she walked past Quinn's brothers and close friends, hearing her name in the jumble of their conversation. "She is just some wet dream he's living out for the summer, he's been lonely in Vancouver, it seems temporary," she knew that voice well, Jack, her brows furrowed as she dug through her bag for her sweater and shorts. "He's in a phase where he thinks he's ready to settle down, he's only twenty-three, and she's got him brainwashed!" "It doesn’t even matter, she's hot, he deserves some of the extra attention she’s been giving him," Her jaw dropped as she finally dug up her clothes, a frown on her face as she made her way over to the older woman who laid out on a lawn chair on the beach.

"Hey sweetheart," the woman said as waved the girl to sit down next to her, offering her some of the remaining white wine in her bottle, which Y/n gladly accepted, "You okay?" "Yeah, just a little drained from the sun," she grinned sadly as she took a sip of the wine out of the solo cup she was given. "Heat stroke is the worst, I won't mother you though, I'm sure Quinn will baby you the moment he gets home, just make sure to stay hydrated." "Do you think?" "He's gonna go full mother on you, you mean a lot to him, I know my son, and I can tell," she grinned at the young girl who nodded with flushed cheeks, looking over to her boyfriend who was laughing along with his friends.

Later that night after they'd arrived back at the lake house, eaten, and showered together, the couple laid in bed, her pressed up against his chest as they watched a movie on her laptop.

She turned around to look at him, her fingers brushing over the stubble on his chin as she watched his concentrated face as he watched the movie. "You're staring," he grinned as his eyes found hers. "I'm just feeling really lucky right now," she fluttered her eyes closed and hugged herself deeper into his chest. Quinn licked his lips as he tightened the arm that lay across her torso and pulled her in even closer, "I'm the lucky one," he whispered.

The conversation she overheard hours before was still lingering in the back of her mind. If his brothers and friends thought that there was no place for a future between the two of them, then what was he saying to them?

She pulled away a little to look at him again, "You see a future with us, right? cause I think it would break my heart if I was all in and you weren't," she mumbled as she watched Quinn's face break out into a look of confusion. His hand tucked her hair behind her ear so she could see him better, "Of course, I wouldn't have brought you to meet my family and let you basically live with me," he confessed as she nodded. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I was doubting this, you're just too perfect to be real" she shook her head as she took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

Quinn was still confused as to where this was coming from, and then he remembered a conversation between Trevor and him when she first arrived, one where Trevor made a comment about how he was stupid for wanting to settle down already. "Did one of the guys say something to you?" Her lips formed a straight line, deciding whether or not she wanted to out the boys for the chat she had eavesdropped.

The long pause was telling enough for Quinn, "Don't listen to them, they are all in their egotistical frat era," he laughed unbelieving of the stupidity of his brothers and friends, "they don't get it yet, but this, us, I'm certain is something that I want for the rest of my life," he confessed as he sat up beside her.

"Don't tell them I heard anything," she said sitting up next to him, "I don't want to drag this out, it's stupid." His face softened as he listened to her, knowing that this was in fact nothing, but she was willing to put it behind her to get along with his family. "I won't, but if you hear anything else like that you tell me," he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss, a giddy smile on her face as he pulled her into his lap, smothering her in kisses before they both laid back down.

the moment she fell asleep Quinn snuck out of bed and into the rec room where his brothers and company were drinking and playing pool.

"You guys are fucking idiots," he said with his arms crossed as all the guy's attention was averted to him, a frown on his face as Luke paused the music, "I'm so serious I have a really good thing going on with Y/n and I really like her, and you're all fucking it up" "Calm down Huggy," Trevor said as he grinned at the annoyance on the older guy's face. "No, I can't, 'cause she thinks I'm just fucking around with her feelings 'cause you idiots feel the need to openly talk about my relationship while my girlfriend is around." "We didn't know she was listening," Jack tried to reason but was shot down with a glare from his older brother. "This relationship is important to me, she is important to me, so respect that!"

With that, he left the rec room, quiet tension filling the room as Quinn made his way back up the stairs to his shared room with Y/n. Her brows furrowed as he slid back under the comforter, "where were you?" she mumbled quietly. "Just needed some water," he whispered back, the girl lifted her head and placed a sleepy kiss on his cheek before wrapping her arm around him and hugging him closer to her.

"Love you," she mumbled, half awake as her head buried itself in his arm. The words took him aback for a second, surprised that she said it, for the first time, while half conscience. "Love you too," he mumbled before closing his eyes.

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[morbific-or-felicific]

-AGNOSTHESIA PART 2 Featuring Scaramouche & Kazuha

Part 1 Part 2

Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person

Word Count: 2k~

Description: A study session at Scaramouche’s dorm end with you getting fucked my him and his roommate(Kazuha)

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

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You were shivering slightly as you knocked on the door. It was pouring outside, and you had gotten absolutely soaked when you had run over to your boyfriend's dorm building for your study session. You would have grabbed an umbrella or something, but you thought you would be fine with just a hoodie.

Scaramouche opened the door and somehow already looked upset.

“Do you not own an umbrella?”

“I didn’t think I would need it…”

“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”

“Shut up and let her in, Scaramouche.”

Kazuha was sitting on the couch reading and apparently didn’t feel like dealing with Scaramouche’s idiocy. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and moved aside so you could come in, and Kazuha returned to his book. You set down your bag by one of the couches, and another shiver ran through you. Your boyfriend sighed.

“You’re going to get sick. Go get in the shower. I’ll put some clothes in the bathroom for you.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond. He just went to his room to look for something dry for you to wear. You sighed. You didn’t really have a choice, and he was probably right anyway, so you made your way to the bathroom without any protest.

Scaramouche was definitely right. The warm water was making you feel a lot better. As the water flowed down your body, you looked around the shower. You had showered at their dorm before, but every time, the duality of the products in there cracked you up. There was Scaramouche’s two-in-one shampoo and conditioner along with his two-in-one face and body wash. Then there was Kazuha's array of colour protecting hair products, hair masks, exfoliating scrubs, and an almost empty bottle of red hair dye that had no business being in the shower.

When you were done warming up, you got out of the shower and dried off your hair the best you could before putting on the pair of sweatpants and the t-shirt that was miraculously too big for you. Then you hung up all of your clothes, as well as your bra, on the shower curtain rod to dry before heading back to the living room.

Kazuha was sitting in the same spot as before, reading his book, but now there was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. Across from him, Scaramouche had a cup placed in front of where he was seated as well. You noticed that there was one next to him that was probably meant for you.

You grabbed your bag, sat next to your boyfriend, and started pulling out your textbooks and your notebook, placing them in a pile on the coffee table. Scaramouche raised his eyebrows disapprovingly at your actions.

“Are you sure you’re ready to start studying?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You were a little confused. You had warmed up in the shower and were wearing dry clothes. What more could he want you to do?

“I think he’s just worried that you haven’t warmed up enough yet.”

Kazuha made his comment without looking up from his book.

“Baby, I’m dry now. I'm all good. Don't worry.”

There was a smug little smile on Scaramouche’s lips that gave you a bad feeling.

“But are you warmed up?”

“Y'know,” Kazuha was still staring at his book. “You really have to make sure that you’ve completely warmed up.”

You rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“Okay, give me a blanket or something.”

Scaramouche’s smile grew. He picked up your bag and moved it onto the floor next to the couch.

“Why don’t you get on my lap?”

You turned bright red. What was he thinking? Kazuha was right there! You could see him gently smiling behind his book, which just made it all the more mortifying.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Kazuha wouldn’t mind, right?”

Kazuha finally set down his book and looked you in the eye.

“Not at all.”

“But, we can’t, that’s-”

Scaramouche kissed you, effectively cutting you off.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he pulled away before speaking.

“Just relax and let us warm you up. Okay, dummy?”

You blushed, looking down at your hands. You nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Okay…”

“Come on, say it like you normally would. Tell Kazuha what you call me.”

Your blush intensified and you couldn’t get yourself to look at either of them. You sat there, quietly trying to get yourself to speak, but you just couldn’t.

Scaramouche got bored of your silence and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Speak.”

“Sorry, master…”

Scaramouche’s face morphed back into a pleased expression, and he released your face.

“Good girl.”

Kazuha was watching the two of you, eyes sparkling with fascination.

“Wow, she really is a good little slut. You weren’t lying.”

Kazuha’s kind tone while degrading you drove you insane.

“Come on, are you going to disobey me?”

“No. Sorry, master.”

You started climbing onto his lap, but before you could, he stopped you.

“Actually, stand up. I want you to strip for us.”

“What…?”

“Are you going to disobey me, pet?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry.”

You stood up, facing Scaramouche, and started undoing the bow on the sweatpants you had borrowed. They dropped to your feet, and you pulled your panties down after them. You felt yourself turn even more red, if that was even possible. Next, you pulled your t-shirt over your head, bracing for the fact that there was nothing covering your boobs at the moment. Scaramouche let out an appreciative hum at your obedience. It was embarrassing enough when you were naked in front of just your boyfriend, but being naked in front of him and his best friend while they were fully clothed? It was humiliating.

“Come here. Now.”

You went to straddle his lap, but once again, you were stopped.

“Turn around and face Kazuha. You want him to have a good view, don’t you?”

You looked at the ground, still bright red as you turned around to face Kazuha. You sat back on your boyfriend's lap, and you felt his hands slide up your sides.

“I’m going to fuck you, and he is going to watch the entire time. Then I’m going to let him fuck you.”

You nodded, still not making eye contact with the man sitting across from you. You felt your boyfriend reach between your legs.

“Hah, you’re so fucking wet.”

“I think the desperate whore wants us to fuck her.”

You whined at Kazuha’s sweet tone mixed with his degrading words.

A moan escaped your lips when you felt your boyfriend start to draw circles on your clit. Scaramouche moved his fingers back so they were lined up with your hole and pushed them inside. Again, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. When he added a third finger, your moans became more desperate, needing something more than his fingers inside of you so badly.

“Huh, she really does sound pathetic.”

“I’m not- ah!”

You were cut off by your boyfriend using his other hand to play with your clit, all while fucking you.

“‘Ah, mmm hah, I can’t- mmm, feels so good!’”

Scaramouche mocked your moans egged on by kazuha’s comment.

“You’re close, but you don’t sound as worthless.”

Your boyfriend threw his head back laughing, clearly enjoying himself.

He stopped playing with you and placed his hands on your hips. He lifted you up until you were just kneeling over him. You heard him fiddling with his pants and knew what was coming next, or at least, you thought you did. However, before you could sit down on your boyfriend’s cock, you felt the whole world shift, and all of a sudden, you were face down, ass up, on the couch.

“Scaramouche. What are you- ahhhh!”

He pulled you up by your hair until your back was against his chest.

“Fleshlights don’t talk.”

With that, he pushed you back down onto the couch. Your face was somehow still pointed towards Kazuha, so you made an attempt to turn it away. Immediately, you felt a smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Fleshlights don’t move either.”

You wanted to apologize, but you were afraid of what would happen if you spoke without permission.

Your boyfriend lined himself up with you and pushed inside in one stroke, making your face scrunch up and causing you to let out a pained whine. He didn’t give you any time to adjust before he started fucking you hard and fast, making your closed eyes shoot open.

The first thing you noticed when your eyes opened back up was Kazuha watching you intently as he languidly stroked his cock. You made eye contact with him, and he smiled gently at you. He continued to stare you down as Scaramouche started drawing fast circles on your clit, and your moans got even louder.

“Fuck, you’re really getting off to me fucking you in front of my best friend? You’re such a whore.”

He hauled you up again, this time with his hand around your throat. He tightened his grip and whispered in your ear.

“I bet you’re excited to get fucked by him. You want me to watch as you fuck my best friend like the little whore you are?”

His words mixed with the rush of him choking you pushed you over the edge. Your whole body tensed up, and you had to bite your lip hard to stop the little scream that was trying to make its way out of your throat.

“Oh fuck.”

Your boyfriend moaned at the feeling of you cumming around him. You felt the rhythm of his thrusts become disconnected before he came in you. You felt his cum warm your insides, and you let out a happy little sigh.

“Does she really feel that good?”

Scaramouche shrugged.

“Hah, I guess.”

You could already feel Scaramouche’s cum dripping down your thighs as Kazuha stood up and walked over to you. He knelt on the couch in front of you.

“Wait what are you…?”

You were confused. He wasn’t actually going to fuck you, was he? But Scaramouche was already inside of you…

Your question was quickly answered when he rested his hand on your waist and started pushing his cock inside of you. You let out a whine at being stretched so much. It hurt, and you were still so sensitive.

“Fuck, she does feel good.”

They started fucking you, and you felt like you were going to cum just from the situation alone. The fact that your boyfriend and his best friend were both balls deep inside of you was driving you wild. Not to mention how unbelievably full you felt. You didn’t care about the pain because the pleasure was worth it.

After only a few moments, you were cumming again.

“Fuck, you really are so fucking pathetic. You like taking two cocks at once, huh?”

“Come on, be nice. She’s a slut. She can’t help it.”

You were whining at the overstimulation but still made sure not to talk.

They continued fucking you until they were both getting close to their ends. However, before they were done, they both pulled out and stood up.

“Get on your knees.”

You were confused but did as you were told.

“Fuck, she’s so obedient.”

“She knows her place. She’s my toy, afterall.”

The two men stood in front of you, and after a few moments, they both came on your face. You had your mouth open and eyes closed, just like Scaramouche had taught you. You were such a good toy.

Finally, it was over. You were exhausted and now covered in cum, and the boys were done. Well, Scaramouche was, but Kazuha didn’t feel like pushing either of you for more. Your boyfriend scooped you up and carried you to his room, placing you in the bed. He disappeared, returning shortly after with a warm cloth to help clean you up. He covered you with blankets and laid next to you while Kazuha went back to his book.

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nicky I need to share smt with u, James loves showering with you, like, really. Having you between his legs in the bathtub and laying against his chest while the two of you are just in silence after a long day, or venting to you, even talking some shit and both of them dying laughing at the idiocy... I imagine this in any era of James, more specifically the 80s, he's just so cute I can't 😔

shit, it took me a while to respond to this… sorry anon

But this was fucking cute to imagine, I have the image in my head in two different eras. 80s James and early 00s James because I think it would be very different to be in the bathtub with them.

With 80s James it would be after he gets home from the tour, he'd be all touchy with you, he'd have you glued to his chest while he tells you everything he saw during the tour, while he talks he'd caress your thighs, your tummy, literally anywhere he could reach but not in a sexual way (you guys already took care of that a couple of hours ago) after talking, you'd help him "wash off the road smell" but that's really just an excuse to pet him and play with his messy hair, he'd also play with you, putting foam on your head and splashing water on you until you both left a mess in the bathroom.

There would be lazy kisses with you sitting on James' lap until the water cooled down, at the end they would get out of the tub with intentions of continuing their little reunion party in bed.

Now, I think about James from 2004. They would be on a break from the tour in early August, it's also the first tour with James sober so it's hard for him. Luckily he has you so you welcome him with open arms at home to make him relax and forget about the road while he is with you, you would prepare him a hot bath in the tub and your intention in the beginning would be to spoil him, give him a massage and take away the stress, however he wouldn't stand not having you with him so with puppy eyes he would ask you to join him. Clearly you couldn't refuse so you would get in the tub with him, sit behind him so James could lie against you and let you continue with the care you had in mind.

There would be no words from either of you, you would just lie there relaxing and enjoying the skin to skin contact that James missed so much, the only sounds would be little hums of satisfaction from him as you stroked his scalp, you would laugh softly because in the end, James is just a big teddy bear wanting affection and love.

I love smut but I'm a bitch for domestic fluff

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Kung Lao x Reader: Do Not The Cat

Context: After a small mission in the Netherrealm, you make it back home with Kung Lao with a secret in your bag. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Returning to your room with your Shaolin boyfriend, you were joyous to relive the familiar scent yet another day. The mission to hell was pretty simple, but still there were a few close calls. Bombarded by starving, scorching devils and nearly tripping over embers into lava. It was quite embarrassing until Lao, who was laughing at you, almost did the same thing, tripping over pebbles and almost eating up karma.

"Today was boring. I wished we done more." Lao huffs, taking off his weapon and laying back in your bed. All you did was roll your eyes, thankful that the dark thunder god didn't command you two to something more reckless.

"Want to make tonight different?" Your man sits up with a mischievous gleam on his face. Boy, was he always like this.

"We just got back!" You retort with some sort of amusement. "Like, can I shower first at least? Damn." You murmur under your breath, but he could still hear.

"So, is that a no or yes? After a shower?"

Scoffing and shaking your head from his silly idiocy, you turn away to take off all your protective gear and weapons. Lao smirks, always finding it funny when he annoys you. In his peripheral vision, he sees some movement from your duffel bag, making his attention go to it.

At first, he thought his mind was playing with him, but he clearly sees and hears something shuffling in there. "Y/n! There's something in your bag!" He calls out, standing from the bed and grabbing his hat defensively.

Oh! How could I forget?? You walk out your bathroom and to your bag with no concern like Lao's. Unzipping it fully open, something leapt into your arms. One look of it screamed out that it's from the Netherrealm.

"By the Gods! What is that?!" Lao's face held fright, pointing his sharpened hat at the hellish creature snuggling in your arms. Studying it more, it seems like a resembled cat, but instead of normal fur, it was made with rocks with small lava flows between the faults. It was somewhat unique, the lava flows portraying the stripes of a tabby cat. But either way, Lao needs to know what that demonic creature was doing in your bag and why it's snuggling in your arms like a normal house pet.

"He was brushing up against my leg when we were about to leave the Netherrealm. I couldn't leave him in such a dreadful place." You fake a pout, gently rocking the cat in your arms like a baby.

"Raiden let you bring it with you?!" The absurd question makes you furrow your eyebrows. "Hell no! That's why I snuck him in my bag. I don't want that tyrant around my child."

"Your child?!" Lao looks at you like the crazy person you are.

"Our child. My bad."

Kung Lao wants to cry inside now. Many questions were raiding him, but he doesn't even know what to say. So, he just stands flabbergasted, watching you play with the cat.

"You know what? I think I'll name you Magmastar. Because I bet you can lead a whole clan of strong cats! Yes, you can!" You coo at Magmastar, whom just purrs roughly, nuzzling against you. You turn to see Lao's judging look, one that makes you feel patronized. "It's a reference to a book series I used to read when I was younger. Don't give me that look."

"Right. What do you think Lord Raiden would say if he sees it?" The monk grimaced at the thought, biting his knuckle.

"He won't, because it's not like I'm gonna do a show and tell, and for as long as he has that stupid amulet, he's not allowed in my home." Your tone is grave. "And I trust you won't rat me out to him." Your eyes looked into his with plea. Is Lao's heart faithful to you, or the red lord, someone who doesn't even treat him nearly as well as Liu Kang?

"Of course I wouldn't, my love." Lao sighs. He can't fathom getting you in trouble with someone dangerous. You smile gratefully at him, walking to him and holding Magmastar out. "He's very nice, I promise."

Setting down his weapon again, he softly smiles back at you. He's nervous, but he trusts your word. He takes the cat gently from you, holding it with cautiousness. It definitely feels rocky just like it looks, and is especially warm. Other than that, the average friendly cat, not wanting to claw your eyes out unlike most Earth cats or anything from hell.

"Wow. This... isn't bad." He holds the fiery feline with more ease and comfort.

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And after a shower, you walk out in a towel seeing Kung Lao asleep with your Magmastar curled up on his stomach. Cute! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today, I say the science will not science because the very flammable cat - made of burning rocks with a few lava stripes - doesn't hurt if you cuddle/pet it!

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Out for Drinks

A/N: Hi again, a single person asked me to continue this and I'm an absolute sucker for anyone asking me for anything, so tada. ;) Still have no clue what I'm doing, but it's fun so who cares. I think I'll continue this a little further until the story has closure, even if it's open-ended, so yeah. Thanks to people interacting. Glad you like it. :)

Warnings: Once again, very vague SA or trauma references, some harsh language, nightmares, f!reader, I mean it's almost an OC, she just doesn't have a name really, idk what I'm doing :/ First person again.

Word Count: 3.7k

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I have mixed feelings returning to base. On one hand, it’s nice to not be looking around every corner for someone looking to shoot me. Not freezing my ass off is also refreshing. On the other hand, it means being around all the other soldiers and I realize that I’d relaxed a bit around the team. Enough that I feel my defenses going back up as I walk through base, alert and aware of all eyes that trail me. We’ve just gotten back and the others have dispersed. Hopefully to shower, like I plan to. Then I feel the weight of people’s gazes leave me right before a little shiver slides down my back. I turn around to find Price behind me, a little frown on his face as he looks around. But his expression smooths as he looks at me.

“Glad to know it wasn’t a mistake taking you on. Well done.” He reaches out and squeezes my shoulder, sending a shock of pride and pleasure through me.

I straighten up and nod. “It’s a pleasure to be with a team that lets me do my job, sir. Thank you.” There’s a small part of me that also wants to thank him for keeping me from freezing with his body heat, but I’m pretty sure I can’t mention that without blushing.

“Keep doing your job like that and you’ll leave us wondering what we ever did without you.” His hand lingers on my shoulder before dropping, his fingers skimming my arm. We begin walking towards the barracks, our pace leisurely as our boots squelch in the mud. He clears his throat slightly and my eyes snap up to his face in an instant. “Have fun with the boys tonight. If you decide to go.” He says, the corner of his mouth twitching. My brows furrow slightly. Right after we got to base, the others informed me of a post-mission ritual of going out for a drink. I hadn’t decided whether I’d go or not, despite desperately wanting to dissolve in a sweet drink.

“Will you go?” I ask as I tug my bag up my shoulder a bit.

Price nods. “I go for a drink or two. And to keep them out of trouble. Mostly.” His eyes sparkle a bit as he considers me and I get the impression he goes to watch the shit they get themselves into rather than prevent it. “Not sure whether you’d be more or less trouble.”

My lips part in surprise as I blink up at him, then I can’t help but give him a half-smile. “I do have self-control, Captain. I simply also have a low tolerance for idiocy and sometimes the only way to get people to see sense is to knock it into them. Literally.”

He chuckles and the warm sound hits me like a shot of whiskey, warming my stomach and getting me to relax just a touch more. “Well, you won’t hear me agree.” We stop in front of the barracks and it’s a pleasure to see the smile on his face, the ease in his posture. It’s been a while since I’ve just talked with somebody normally like this. Since I’ve let myself. “But you won’t hear me disagree either.” He finishes and my smile widens just a touch.

“I look forward to seeing you try to wrangle cats tonight then, sir.” I give him an easy salute before walking to my room, but my little smile lasts the whole way there.

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The place they take me is an absolute shithole.

The floor is sticky as syrup, the bar chipped and scratched, and nearly every booth or barstool has stuffing coming out of the worn red leather cushions. But there’s top shelf whiskey behind the bar and that’s what they order as we file into the dump. It’s clearly a soldier’s bar and it’s busy tonight. My spine straightens as I see the amount of people shoved into the place and I make sure to pick a spot on the edge of our little group where I can see everything clearly. My gaze doesn’t leave the bartender’s hands as she pours our drinks and I don’t let the boys touch mine as I take it, my hand perched over the rim as I pull it close to me. They don’t comment, but I feel Ghost’s eyes on my hand as I cover my drink and his grip tightens on his own.

“To our Surgeon! Pray to God she doesn’t have to cut one of us open one of these days.” Soap holds up his glass and the others follow suit while I tilt mine towards them with a smile tugging on my lips.

“Don’t get shot, stabbed, or otherwise be idiots, and the likelihood of that goes down.” I remind them, feeling warm as they chuckle and I throw back my drink. My nose wrinkles at the bitter flavor as I slide the glass back to the bartender. “Mojito and a glass of water. Thanks.” She nods, giving an appreciative look to the men beside me while I shake my head slightly. When I look back to them, they’re looking at me judgement on their faces.

“A mojito, G?” Gaz starts, disappointment filling his eyes.

I lean forward in my seat, leveling them with a look. “All of you can choke on your bitter whiskey and beer, I want sugar.” Price reacts first, a barely noticeable smirk on his face as he makes a little noise that’s almost a laugh, then takes a little sip of his drink without saying a word. There’s amusement in his eyes, though.

Soap scoots towards me on his stool, clearly distraught. “It’s not just that. You disrespected a good whiskey throwing it back like that. You’ve got to savor it.”

My eyes roll. “I’m not savoring that piss-flavored swill, thanks. I appreciate the tradition and participated, but that’s all I can give you.” I respond with humor in my voice even as I watch the bartender prepare my mojito and hand me a bottled water. When she gives me my drink, I pointedly drag my lips over the sugar covered rim of my glass before taking a sip while daring the men to say something. The drink is delicious and I take a deep breath of the sweet smell edged with mint.

“Lucky you’re a good shot, G, or we’d have you thrown out on principle.” Gaz teases and I raise a brow at him as if daring him to try.

“Let G have her sweet tooth. We don’t need anyone else wearing down the stock of good whiskey in this place anyway.” Ghost, surprisingly, lets me get away with my preference before taking a sip of his drink. Soap and Gaz grumble a bit and I’m sure I’ll hear more shit about this later, but they let it go for now.

Soap rests his elbow on the bar and faces me, Gaz peeking around him. “Go on, then, lass. Tell us about yourself. Have anyone waiting for you back home?” The question is kind and genuine. Not leading.

I return the position and turn my body towards him, although my eyes are surveying the bar more often than not. “This your plan all along? Give me drinks and interrogate me?” It’s a light tease and Soap grins immediately.

“We want to get to know you.” Gaz offers and the other’s have eyes on me as well. “Despite your bad taste in drinks.” He adds in a quieter tone and I smirk. It’s only fair, I suppose. We’re a team, we’re trusting each other with everything, I can put up with some questions.

“No, nobody’s waiting for me at home. My parents died before I enlisted and I’ve been moving around ever since, so never got attached to anyone else. No partner to speak of. I get restless easily. That’s why I’m good at my job—I like the focus and having a goal to go after.” Soap blinks a little at me being so forthcoming with information, but Ghost nods. Seems he understands a little of what I’m saying. My eyes flick to Price at the other end of the bar, still nursing his drink, and his gaze is light as it rests on me. He’s listening just as much as the others. “What about you lot?” I return the question and happily sip on my drink while they tell me about themselves.

Soap and Gaz are, unsurprisingly, the most forthcoming. Gaz is more than pleased to lament his lack of partner, but proud to say that he leaves a string of broken hearts wherever he goes. It’s not too surprising. The man oozes warmth and dedication. Soap’s Scottish accent seems to get a touch deeper as he talks about his home and how he blames himself for the last loss of his favorite football team because he was on mission and couldn’t go to the game. Ghost says little about his home life. Just that he lives in London right now and there’s a little café nearby that serves a good cup of tea.

“Fuckin’ Brits.” Soap quips instantly and gets cuffed on the ear for his trouble. They descend into an argument full of sharp words and teases about who is more unbearable, Scots or Brits, and I’m so entertained that I nearly don’t register the man coming up behind me. I catch him in the reflection of the bottles behind the bar and turn around too late to send him a death glare telling him what a bad idea this is. His hand wraps around my bicep and my body is immediately stiff and my hands are clenched into fists. He’s not in uniform and he doesn’t strike me as military. Probably just some jack off that wandered in here and decided to go for one of the few women in this place. I’m in civilian clothes, jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt tucked in. Maybe not obviously military to someone who doesn’t think there are women in the military anyway. Idiot.

“What’s a pretty—"

“You have two seconds to get your hand off me before I kick you in the balls so hard that you deepthroat your own cock.” My words are sharp and there’s not an ounce of hesitation or doubt in my voice. His eyes widen and he blinks as if the words have to fight through the wall of ignorance in his head before he can understand them. Yet they must not get all the way through because he doesn’t let go and instead leans closer with a grin blooming on his face. His mouth opens and I’m already pulling my leg back for the kick when I see movement out of the corner of my eye and Price is suddenly there, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Step back.” The words are a command and the anger swirling in my gut calms a touch at the smooth authority in his tone. Of course, when a man says it, the other guy pulls his hand off me but doesn’t move away just yet.

“She yours?” He asks, looking Price over while rage boils my blood at being referenced as an object to be owned.

Price keeps close without touching me, his other arm stretched out behind me while his hand perches on the bar. “Mine to protect. Step back, son, before I let her keep her promise.” He releases the man’s shoulder with a light push to get him moving, then slides into his place and sits on the stool next to me with his back turned towards the man, effectively shutting him out. He seems flabbergasted, but eventually turns and dubiously returns to whatever corner he crawled out from.

“Sorry that I couldn’t let you take care of that yourself, G.” Price apologizes and his calm, smooth voice does wonders to soothe the anger still roiling in my chest. “It’s one thing to let you get into fights with soldiers that deserve it and should be able to handle themselves, but it’s another to let you decimate the civilian population.” His gaze holds mine, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

I take a deep breath to try and calm down. “Understood, Captain.”

“Just Price when we’re out like this.” He corrects and I hesitate a moment before nodding.

“Understood, Price. I wouldn’t want to get everyone kicked out, anyway.” I glance at the others who have busied themselves watching a football game on the tv, trusting their Captain to handle whatever the problem was. But I’m not foolish enough to think that they weren’t aware of every move that was just made and every word that was said. I finish my drink and set it aside in favor of my water. There’s a little satisfaction in hearing the soft click as the seal breaks and I take a small sip. “You didn’t chime in earlier when I asked about everyone’s homelife.” I offer, letting the question that isn’t a question linger so he can decide whether to answer or not.

He heaves a breath and shrugs a shoulder, accepting his glass as the bartender passes by. “Not much to say. I’ve got a flat in London and I’ll meet Ghost for tea every now and then when I’m desperate enough for company.” There’s a snort down the table from the man and Price smirks at the sound. “The job makes it hard to set down real roots, so I’ve no one waiting for me back home other than old friends that’ve survived this shitshow and are waiting for me to join them or kick the bucket.” He chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

I consider him a moment, humming. “I hope both are far off.” It’s as close as I can get right now to admitting that I respect him. That I want him to stay on and to keep working with him. More than that, I actually like him. The others are growing on me, but there’s something a little easier with Price.

He returns my gaze and it feels nice to see his eyes soften a touch. “I can guarantee one is and with you behind the scope and holding the needle, I’m confident the other is as well.” I nod, accepting the compliment and responsibility that comes with it. We talk a little more as the night goes on and it’s clear that he’s usually the designated driver on nights like this. I offer to take over for him since I don’t want any more to drink, but he refuses, telling me he’d rather keep talking than drink more and look like an idiot like the others. He says it affectionately though, clearly not minding being the responsible one as long as he’s looking after the team.

Overall, it’s not a bad evening. The bad part comes later in the form of nightmares and sweat and waking up not remembering where I am for a moment. My hand clutches tight to my shirt over my heart, feeling it thunder in my chest as my mind comes back to me and I try to calm down. “Fucking hell.” I murmur, shaking my head and sliding out of bed. I change out of my sweaty clothes into shorts and a sports bra before wandering out into the hall.

I head to the training room and lose myself in the monotony of going at a punching bag. I passed my psych eval, I’m fit for work, but sometimes things creep up on me. It’s the nature of the things we do. Though these nightmares have nothing to do with missions I’ve been on. The dull sound of my fists hitting the punching bag echoes in the room and I eventually calm down enough to stop. I slowly unwrap my knuckles as I walk back towards my room, letting them flutter into one of the trashcans scattered around base. My steps slow as my mind whirls, then I change my course.

The mess hall won’t be open yet since dawn is still about an hour away, but Price has a coffee pot in his office. He’s offered to let the team use it as long as we only touch the pot and mugs alongside it. Time to see if that offer was genuine.

It feels a bit like an intrusion as I walk into his office without him there, but Price isn’t the kind of man to say something he doesn’t mean. I make an entire pot of coffee, knowing that he’ll be up at the crack of dawn and knowing the pot will keep it warm until then. The little sounds of the machine running and dripping dark ambrosia into the glass pot are soothing with their normalcy, especially as the nutty scent fills the room. It mixes well with the leftover smell from his signature cigars and while I don’t sit down once I have my cup, I do stay as I drink my coffee, breathing in the comforting scents.

I don’t realize how long I’ve been here until I hear boots coming down the hall. My hand freezes halfway to my mouth with my second cup of coffee. The gait is familiar and I have a brief moment of panic at feeling like I’m about to be caught doing something I shouldn’t. Instead, I take a breath and turn around to pour another cup of coffee before waiting by the door and offering it to Price as he steps in. Surprise flits through his eyes, not at finding someone here since he could probably smell the coffee from down the hall, but at finding me here.

“Thought you might’ve been Ghost. He’s the only one usually up at this time, but not usually after a night out.” He greets me and a little tingle slides down my spine at his gruff voice still rough from sleep. He takes the cup with a grateful nod while walking around his desk.

I linger by the door, still clinging to my coffee. “Woke up early today. Thanks for letting me use your coffee pot. I’ll be out in just a minute.” I tell him as he takes a sip of the coffee, shaking his head.

“You’re fine. Take your time.” He says the words easily, genuinely, and my shoulders lax before I realize how stiffly I’d been holding myself. His eyes remain on me and both of us remain standing. I’m not sure if he’s unconsciously copying me or if he’s retaining some idea of a gentleman not sitting before a woman. “How long have you been up?”

I shrug a shoulder, shifting my weight slowly from foot to foot to get rid of a bit of anxious energy. “An hour and a half? Maybe two? Needed to work out a little energy.” He hums, nodding and letting his eyes drop to his desk for a few moments. I hesitate as I think through what I’m about to say and I know he’s waiting, letting me decide without pressure. “The nightmares take me by surprise sometimes. Helps to do something physical until the memories fade.” It’s an olive branch, the words are the most vulnerable I’ve been since arrival. Nightmares aren’t abnormal around here and since Price is the only one who has read my file, I know he’ll understand what I mean.

His eyes raise to mine again and they’re gentle and nonjudgmental. “If you want to talk about it, you have my ear. If you want to sit and stay, my door is open. Sometimes the boys do the same.” It seems like such an easy offer for him to make. My fingers shift as I hold my coffee and I take a few steps closer to him, leaning my hip against one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“And you, Captain?” I prod just a little, curious as to what he does when he has struggles.

He gives me a crooked grin. “I have good soldiers that come in and sit quietly in my office from time to time. They’re pretty good listeners.” I return his smile. It’s a trade then. Nightmare for nightmare. It’s a refreshing mindset and one that I haven’t often run into. More proof that Price is a good leader—a good man.

“Pretty fair price for a good cup of coffee.” I surprise myself by teasing and I’m rewarded by his smile widening as he takes a sip from his own cup.

“Mm. You’re welcome anytime. You make a better cup than the lot of them, anyway.” My lips press together to hide my smile at the compliment as I finish my coffee and set it aside.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir.” I begin to drift towards the door, halting when he calls out for me.

“G.” I turn back to find him reaching into his desk and shuffling around a bit, then he walks over to me with a little box in his hands. “Sometimes it helps to remind yourself that you’re not there anymore. Find something to ground yourself afterward. Like this.” He taps the top of the box as I take it and my brows furrow at the sight of one of his cigar boxes. I open it to find it empty, but I understand what he means as the distinct scent drifts up to me. I can’t help thinking of how well I slept wrapped up in his arms, breathing in the scent of his cigars and him. My fingers quickly shut the box to keep more of the smell inside as I look up at Price with a hint of a blush in my cheeks.

“Thank you.” It’s for more than just this. It’s a thank you for being gentle with me, for being thoughtful, for doing more than a usual Captain would. His entire body seems to soften and he reaches up, lightly squeezing my shoulder with a heavy hand.

“Anytime.” He responds and it takes me a minute to pull away, his hand sliding off me as I go.

That night, I sleep holding the cigar box and breathing in the smell that’s just so…Price. I don’t have a single nightmare.

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36. Avalanche/huddle for warmth & 30. Only one bed

Ahhhhhh! Sorry this one took so long. It's longer than usual, though, so I hope that makes up for the wait. Thanks for your patience. ;;;_;;;

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tags: hurt/comfort, minor injury word count: 3,265 words

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Skiing was stupid. People who skied were even dumber.

Rich, arrogant, good-for-nothing assholes skied.

Case in point, Kaiba skied.

See? Jounouchi's argument was ironclad. Unassailable even.

"Watch it, you oaf," a voice colder than the biting wind howling around them snapped in his numb ear.

"I should've left you to become a popsicle," he grumbled, squaring his stance in the soft, powdery snow and readjusting his grip on Kaiba, careful not to jostle him and set off another tirade of complaints.

"I could say the same for you."

The fingers burrowed under the fold of Jounouchi's scarf bit into the nape of his neck. Hard to tell if it was because of an involuntary reaction to pain or a deliberate warning. Either way, it and Kaiba's words took the wind right out of Jounouchi's sails.

Yeah, so skiing might be stupid, but it was even dumber to attempt a slope beyond his novice ability only to get lost off the trail. Especially as a winter storm brewed. But he couldn't stand how effortlessly Kaiba made everything appear, so suave and eye-catching in his ski gear. Or how he turned his nose up at Jounouchi.

It inspired a familiar feeling, one that drove him to act recklessly.

So it was Jounouchi's rotten luck that Kaiba, as the group's most experienced skier, ultimately tracked him down. Kaiba predictably berated him for his idiocy, Jounouchi snapped back, and they fought. And then, in a begrudging attempt to extract Jounouchi from a ditch, the man fell and busted his leg instead.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he studied Kaiba's beet-red face. Kaiba wore his ski goggles atop his head like a hairband, pushing back his bangs and exposing his forehead. So it wasn't hard to spot the pained grimace wrinkling his brow. Flurries clung to his long lashes, no matter how often he tried to blink them away. He was sweating buckets despite the frigid temperature.

Jounouchi sympathized with that. Underneath his thick winter coat, his own clothing stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He'd kill to be back at the lodge and enjoying a hot shower.

"We need to get out of the open," Kaiba declared.

Jounouchi swept a critical eye across the windswept landscape. Nothing but trees and snow as far as he could see, but his vision's range was limited. Visibility plummeted as the storm intensified.

"Can't you, like, call for help? Doncha have a satellite uplink on you all the damn time?" asked Jounouchi.

"You don't think I tried? Atmospheric conditions affect satellite communication," Kaiba sneered, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

It probably was to a guy like him. Jounouchi merely rolled his eyes and focused on their terrestrial concern, repeatedly putting one foot in front of the other to make the most painstaking progress forward. It was the only way they'd get out of this if they couldn't count on rescue incoming.

"Who would've guessed you had such dainty ankles?" He winced when it sounded like a shout as the howling wind died down at that precise moment.

"Excuse me," hissed Kaiba, tightening his grip. Ouch. Ouch! Bastard was definitely squeezing his neck on purpose.

Jounouchi had already dug his hole, so whatever. "I think you need more calcium in your diet, dude. Ya twisted that ankle like nothing. If you're not careful, you're gonna start breaking your hip like 'em little old grannies."

"First of all, it's not a fractured ankle, it's a fractured tibia. Second, my calcium intake is fine. Better than yours, given the trash I've seen you shovel into your mouth. And third, I'm taller, which means I have a higher center of gravity, which affects..."

Jounouchi tuned out the rest of the rant. He could feel the nervous energy bleeding from Kaiba into him. As long as Kaiba kept running his mouth, he stayed awake and alert. It meant he kept working with Jounouchi to cross the increasingly treacherous and snow-blind slope.

A stark shiver wracked their bodies. Jounouchi paused to assess his companion's condition again.

Kaiba's teeth chattered. Sweat blanketed his forehead. Neither were good signs.

"You okay? Cold? In pain?" he asked softly.

"Yes," was Kaiba's reply. Which was as clear and helpful as mud.

Jounouchi sighed and urged them onward. He could only guide them toward what he hoped was the downward direction and pray that they stumbled back onto the trail.

After limping for what felt like hours, their footsteps dragged heavier and heavier behind them as snowfall and fatigue weighed them down in equal parts. That was when Jounouchi spotted what he prayed wasn't a mirage beyond a thicket of trees.

Slanted rooftop, horizontal wooden slats, the glint of glass windows—a cabin!

Giddy from the sudden shot of adrenaline, he nudged Kaiba. "Hey, hey. There's a cabin up ahead!"

Kaiba blinked blearily. He'd grown strangely quiet during the recent stretch. Now, he squinted, scrutinizing the building in the distance, perhaps wondering like Jounouchi if it was real.

The decision made itself.

"Let's go. You know what? I'm gonna carry you on my back. It'll be faster." Jounouchi was already carefully lowering Kaiba onto the snow-blanketed ground while keeping the weight off his injured ankle.

"No," Kaiba snapped. He clung to Jounouchi's biceps.

"It'll be fine, ya stubborn bastard. I swear I'll never tell another living soul so your damn pride can stay intact. I dunno about you, but I wanna get out of the cold ASAP."

"And if you drop me? Or what if you break your ankles next? What then?" challenged Kaiba. There was an increasingly frantic light shining in his eyes.

"Trust me. I don't wanna die out here any more than you do!"

For several terrifying beats, Kaiba stared at him. His claws were locked in rictus, threatening to rip into Jounouchi's padded jacket.

"C'mon, we're both freezing our butts off."

Jounouchi didn't know what convinced Kaiba in the end. Maybe the poor bastard was too wrung out to pick a fight.

"You drop me and it'll be the last thing you ever do." The threat lacked teeth, though.

Kaiba's hands trembled as they released Jounouchi's sleeve. They shook when they planted themselves on Jounouchi's shoulders. Kaiba was heavier than anticipated. Turns out there was meat on those bones after all. But it was a weight Jounouchi could shoulder.

The strangest sensation by far was the hot and heavy feeling of Kaiba breathing down his neck. Yet it was a soothing reminder that Kaiba was alive. Jounouchi huffed and puffed the final stretch to the tiny cabin, but he never dropped Kaiba.

Once they climbed onto the raised porch, Jounouchi deposited him against the railing and shook the accumulated snow from his gear. Eyes drilled into his back as he removed his beanie and brushed his hair clean.

The dog comparison he was certain was incoming never materialized, though. Kaiba must really be tired.

Hobbling on his feet, Kaiba's gaze stayed fixed on the door. "How do you propose we get inside?"

"Uh... Key under the mat?"

Kaiba leveled a disgusted look at him.

He banged twice on the door with his fist. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Right. Also wouldn't hurt to check if there were already people inside. Preferably someone who could help them and wasn't going to hunt them across the mountainside for sport. He blamed Bakura for that last thought.

Leaning close, Jounouchi peered into the window, straining to see through the gap between the curtains. It was dark inside. There was no movement. No one was home. That made sense. The ski racks out front stood barren.

They'd long abandoned their gear, too. No point in dragging extra weight along when Kaiba was already injured.

"Stay here. I'll check around back," ordered Jounouchi before hopping off the porch.

He circled the perimeter at a jog. It hardly took any time. To call it a cabin was probably generous to someone like Kaiba. But it looked sturdy, and it offered shelter from the storm. As he passed one window, he noticed a small sign in it that read "Ski Patrol."

He raced back to Kaiba. "Cabin belongs to ski patrol. There might be a phone inside!"

Kaiba turned and greeted him with a key ring dangling from his index finger.

"Where'd you find those?"

"Hideaway inside a fake rock." Kaiba gestured to a pile sitting in the porch's corner.

Jounouchi laughed. "So I was right. That's basically under the mat. God, I hope they're the spares to this place."

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to go with his backup plan of busting through a window.

Braced against the doorframe, Kaiba went through two keys on the ring before he unlocked the door. Jounouchi whooped in celebration. Then, he moved forward to shoulder Kaiba's weight and usher them inside.

To Jounouchi's relief, the cabin came equipped with indoor plumbing and even a gas stove in the open kitchen out in the main room. There was a small round table and several chairs, but nowhere to lie down.

But in another interior room, he found a bed.

One cramped twin-sized bed squeezed between the wall and a narrow nightstand. There wasn't room for much else.

He went back to the main room to report his findings. Kaiba sat at the dining table where Jounouchi left him, but he had his injured leg propped up on a second chair, ski boot and all.

"Phone's down," Kaiba grunted. "There's electricity, but there's no telling how long the generator will hold up. It's best if we don't use it until we must."

Jounouchi groaned. Guess it was too much to hope for. "Cool, well, there's only one bed."

Kaiba stared at him, unblinking for long lengths. Yeesh, did the bastard really think he was going to fight an injured person for the sole bed?

He approached the table. "You should take it. You're the one with the busted ankle. Want me to carry ya, princess?"

Laughing, he barely dodged the ski goggles Kaiba flung at his head. Somehow, that restored the equilibrium between them.

"Make yourself useful and find a first aid kit," barked Kaiba.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Inside a kitchenette cabinet, he located a red bag with a white cross.

"Found it!"

A soft swear answered him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Kaiba hunched over his elevated foot, struggling with his bootstraps. Jounouchi heaved a sigh, and on his way back to the table, he grabbed an afghan blanket folded on a shelf. He deposited the first aid kit on the tabletop and the blanket onto Kaiba's head, where his hair turned damp from the melting snow.

Kaiba cursed, louder this time, his arms flailing under the blanket. Jounouchi kneeled down next to him, shed his gloves, and started working the snaps open. Above him came a snarl. He peered up just in time to see the outrage on Kaiba's face melt into shock after he ripped the wool away. Fighting a sudden wave of self-consciousness, Jounouchi lowered his gaze and kept going. His fingers, slowly warming, fumbled briefly on the next clasp.

He waited for Kaiba to say something. Anything. Bark an order. Throw an insult. But Kaiba had gone deadly quiet, howling in his silence. The behavior was so strange Jounouchi wondered if Kaiba also hit his head when he fell.

Either way, Jounouchi felt the other man's stare drill through the top of his head.

Next came the hard part: getting the boot off without further agitating Kaiba's injury.

Again, his eyes flicked up to Kaiba's face, where he noted the almost contemplative expression that now dominated its planes. "Ya ready for this?"

Kaiba squared his shoulders, then nodded.

Jounouchi removed the boot as carefully as he could manage. Yet afterward, the man's forehead was drenched with sweat, his face stripped of all color. Jounouchi went straight to the first aid kit and fished out the painkillers. With trembling hands, Kaiba snapped up the packet, tore it open, and swallowed two pills before Jounouchi could ask if he wanted water.

Figures Kaiba was the kind of freak who swallowed pills dry.

As Kaiba slumped forward and placed his head down atop the table, Jounouchi helped him out of the remaining boot as well. He set the footwear, both emblazoned with fancy KC logos, aside.

"Thank you."

The words stunned Jounouchi. His head whipped up, and he gawked at Kaiba. He couldn't see Kaiba's face, but the tips of his ears blazed bright red.

After several seconds of awkward silence, Jounouchi replied, "That should be my line. You're the one that found me after I got my dumbass self lost. So thanks for coming to get me."

To his surprise, Kaiba didn't lift his head. His bangs smeared across the tabletop as he nodded, though.

"And sorry you got hurt because of that," Jounouchi added quietly. His eyes darted back to Kaiba's elevated leg, but the thick pants made it impossible to gauge the severity of his condition. "How bad do you think it is?"

The table muffled Kaiba's reply. "Are there scissors in that kit?"

"Yeah."

"Cut the pant leg up to the knee."

Knowing that the alternative was somehow peeling Kaiba out of said pants, Jounouchi obeyed without complaint. He worked carefully, though, not wanting to cut Kaiba. A gigantic bruise sat halfway up to Kaiba's knee, right around where his ski boot ended. The entire area was swollen, but there was no sign of blood.

"No bone pushing through the skin, so that's a good sign." Kaiba said, suddenly right next to Jounouchi's ear. His warm breath puffed over Jounouchi's cheek.

Jounouchi jerked back, grabbing the chair's back to steady himself.

Thankfully, Kaiba was too preoccupied with examining his leg to notice his overreaction. "I should splint it."

Jounouchi jumped to his feet. "Splint, yeah, makes sense. Ya need a stick or something, right? I'll look for one."

As luck would have it, he dug up segments of PVC pipes already cut in half. Kaiba also appeared pleased when he presented them, kindling a warm glow within Jounouchi's ribcage.

"Can I help with anything else?" he asked, despite not knowing how to make a splint.

Kaiba hesitated before replying, "I have it handled. But I'll let you know if I need anything."

Jounouchi nodded automatically. He bounced between one foot and the other as Kaiba worked. But when Kaiba peered up at him for a second, something inside him snapped. He spun on his heels before declaring, "I saw a firewood shed out back. Gonna see if I can get a fire going for us."

Without waiting for a response, he fled the small cabin. The cold hit him in the face like a slap. It was invigorating. Got his blood pumping in a good way.

It wasn't until he dropped several split logs that he realized he'd left his gloves inside. Instead of going to retrieve them, he sank to his knees and cupped his numb hands to his mouth, blowing hot air over him. He couldn't say how long he stayed like that before the chill finally drove him back into the cabin.

Kaiba barely acknowledged him when he returned. That made Jounouchi feel simultaneously better and worse. The bastard hadn't even waited for Jounouchi to return before he somehow hobbled his way over to the loveseat close to the fireplace.

He focused on the fireplace instead.

Once the fire got going, the temperature inside warmed considerably. Unsurprisingly, Kaiba had to be bullied out of his outerwear before he could be swathed with blankets over his shoulders and his newly splinted leg.

Save for the seldom pop and crackle of the fire, it was silent.

Kaiba glared at his smartphone, occasionally adjusting its position as if that would catch a stray signal bar. Jounouchi also checked his phone, but he was sure his coverage was shit compared to Kaiba's.

Jounouchi also hung up his jacket to dry and shed his ski boots by the door. He didn't hesitate snatching the quilt off the bed in the other room, huddling under it while standing next to the fire.

"You stand any closer and you'll catch fire," came a dry quip from behind him.

He turned to face Kaiba and found the man with his phone facedown on his lap while squeezing the bridge of his nose. He lay lengthwise along the too-small loveseat with his legs elevated on the armrest and his sock-clad toes peeking out from under a blanket.

Despite that, Kaiba looked cozy? Shit, Jounouchi felt a bit insane even thinking about that. But Kaiba appeared comfy. His sharp angles and harsh lines blunted under the woolen cover.

Disarmed. Soft. Jounouchi had never seen him that way before.

"What?" snapped Kaiba, jerking Jounouchi from his hazy thoughts. When he shivered, though, the entire fabric mass shook with him.

"Still cold?" Jounouchi asked as he padded closer.

Kaiba dropped his gaze to his pale hands clasped on his lap. "Nothing to be alarmed about. I've always had circulation issues."

Jounouchi laughed. "Cuz you're a skinny beanpole."

Kaiba glared, but he didn't argue.

Another insane thought crossed Jounouchi's mind. One he shouldn't dare entertain, but being cold probably wasn't good for Kaiba's leg in his current state. He had already dedicated himself to Kaiba's well-being to this point. Might as well ensure neither of them froze into popsicles before Kaiba could get proper medical attention.

"Alright, budge up."

Kaiba should hurry. Before Jounouchi lost his nerves.

"Excuse me."

"Ya heard me. Make room. We're gonna share body heat."

"Why?" Kaiba's voice rose an octave. He gave Jounouchi a frantic once-over from head to toe.

"So we don't freeze, duh."

Kaiba looked at him as if he was insane.

Jounouchi felt insane.

"Look, you're still cold, and I'm not giving you this blanket too. It's the last one," he argued.

For a moment, Kaiba looked as if he might eject Jounouchi from the cabin entirely, busted leg be damned. But then a miracle happened. Kaiba, after lowering his gaze, scooted forward, making space for Jounouchi to join him on the furniture. With his heart in his throat, Jounouchi squeezed in, carefully wiggling until he bracketed Kaiba's tense frame with his legs. Without asking, because he was positive the answer would be no, Jounouchi pulled the other man's back flush to his chest.

Kaiba stiffened. He froze as if he had been left outside in sub-zero temperatures. That gave Jounouchi an opening to slip an arm around Kaiba's waist, but he left the limb atop a layer of quilt.

From this angle, he could only make out the back of Kaiba's head and the tip of his flaming ears.

Kaiba remained strangely mute. Only the steady rise and fall of his chest signaled his consciousness. Another shudder wracked through his body, and Jounouchi could feel it, from the hissing inhale to the tensing of back muscles to the exhale and shoulder slumping under the woolen weight.

Kaiba stopped shivering afterward, though. So that counted as a success, right?

"Don't worry, I don't mind sharing the bed with you if you want a space heater there too," Jounouchi joked. A hard lump formed in his throat, and he fought the urge to tighten his arms.

In response, Kaiba elbowed him in the stomach. But it was a light touch for him.

Jounouchi wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was content to remain here. Just the two of them huddled under blankets until the storm finally passed. And when Kaiba leaned back against him, he gave the impression he didn't mind either.

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[diningwiththeasquiths]

A Syd x Carmy x Richie ficlet (from Richie's POV) Because I'm stuck at home with COVID and they're my latest OT3

Things are good. They're good again. Which is great, it's really nice, and it's more than a little scary. And well, sometimes ye olde feeling creeps up on Richard. That feeling that he's good for nothing and nobody.

Syd and Carmy flit through the bustling kitchen (corner, behind, behind, behind, behind), completing each other's sentences while speaking an entirely different language than the rest of them. They're probably in the middle of creating some mindblowing, next-level dish, another culinary love child to add to their evergrowing collection. The intense enthusiasm on their faces makes them look even younger than those fuckers already are, and Richard suddenly feels every year of his four and a half decades.

So yeah, maybe he's a little more cranky than usual when dealing with Fak's idiocy today. And maybe he slams the door just a little too hard on his way to his smoke break. And maybe he's a little too quiet that evening, when they're at Carmy's place together. (Who—out of the three of them—has the biggest bed and no cohabitants.)

He's on the couch next to a pile of faded denim, his eyes on the TV screen but his ears busy trying to pick up what they're talking about in the next room, their voices hushed and serious.

And then it hits him. This is probably it, this is Tiff all over again, this is-

"Hey Richie?!" Carmen's voice calls out from the bedroom.

"Yeah?!" he yells back, somehow managing to not sound like his world is crumbling around him.

"Come get dessert!"

It takes him a moment to recalibrate. Alright. Okay. Carmy wouldn't call a break-up 'dessert', he's not that mean. Syd might, if he really fucked things up between them, then yeah, she'd probably ask Marcus to bake a cake that says 'you're single again, you piece of shit' and serve it to him. But Carmy wouldn't stoop that low, and therefore he is freaking out about nothing so he's going to stop freaking out now. Things are good.

Things are good.

Things are really fucking good, because there's homemade chocolate sauce smeared on his lips, across his chest and currently being lapped out of his belly button, which kind of tickles but it's also en route to his dick so he's very excited about that.

Carmen pulls back from his now-clean belly button and reaches for the half-empty dessert bowl just as Sydney gives him another deep kiss that tastes like chocolate and something even sweeter. It's kind of overwhelming to be the center of their attention and adoration, being fussed over like plated food and devoured at the same time, and he finds it difficult to let them in—really let them in—even on a good day.

It doesn't help that they keep telling him nice shit, real sappy shit, except that it does help because it hurts but somehow it also makes him feel better about today. And then Carmy proceeds to give him a chocolately handjob that ends in a very messy blowie, all the while rubbing comforting circles on his inner thigh with his thumb, and Syd pinches his nipples just on the right side of too harsh and kisses him breathless until his toes curl and he replaces the taste of chocolate in Carmy's mouth with a flavor of his own.

After their shower (somehow Carmy ended up covered in almost as much sauce as him, the messy freak) they cuddle up in bed, placing him in the middle, and he tries to somewhat regain control of the situation, of all these feelings that they're making him feel, with their caring, with their seemingly endless understanding, and patience. And love.

"You guys are some real needy bastards, y'know that? Got absolutely no fucking chill. You're lucky I don't mind all that crap," he says, tearing up for the umpteenth time that night and grateful that nobody says a thing about it, they just hold him even tighter, until he can't tell where he ends and the others begin, and with that thought he drifts off to sleep.

[furiousgoldfish]

i hit a breaking point with my sister recently. shes only 12 but shes a preteen so of course shes a bit more work than i would expect. my parents were out the house, and i cared for her like i have for years when theyre out. i even help with my older brother, but back when he wasnt 18, when he was 17 and younger!

she got mad at me for taking too long to shower, then for "looking mean", then she yelled at me for not making her the food my mom makes.

I regret what i did but i talked back. i told her i wasnt mom, im just a girl. i tried the gentle parenting thing, even read my old parenting book i bought when i turned 11!! i still couldnt control what came out my mouth, i was cold to her. i said "fine, you don't have to like it, or me just stop fucking yelling at me like im your mom. im 16 not mama. im still a kid"

she told my parents and they didnt even know what to do, my sister WANTED me in trouble, but instead my parents just ate a silent dinner last night and tonight.

im not a mom, im just a 16 year old person trying to be a good person for the piece of intolerable idiocy of my sister. i love her, but shes so annoying.

I'm not sure what to say, you were right about saying you were a 16 year old, and not your sister's caretaker. Your parents obviously put you in a role of parenting your sister, and you tried so hard, so it's no wonder your temper ran out when all that hard work was met with unpleasantness and lack of gratitude, but this is because your parents put you in a role you were never meant to be in. You're not an adult, you're not supposed to be expected to have researched parenting and to figure out the best way to parent your sister, this is insane that they asked this of you.

What they've done is called 'parentification', and it's putting a child into a role of a parent, expecting them to have their problems figured out on their own and on top of that to care for their siblings, and sometimes even the parents themselves. This puts the immense pressure on a child to keep peace, make everyone happy, appear to have no troubles, no issues of their own, and then also so quickly grow up that they can effectively care for their siblings, have endless patience, do tasks perfectly and take on responsibilities they were not trained or developed enough to do.

You are not supposed to be burdened with all this, you're supposed to be chasing your own interests and hobbies, have free time and enjoy yourself, figure out how to fit with your own peers, have friendships and first relationships, you're not supposed to be burdened with parenting and making everyone in your house happy. You're supposed to be cared for.

So I don't think you've done anything wrong, and it is alarming that your younger sister wanted to get you in trouble - it sounds like she's already realized you're at the end of made up 'hierarchy' of who is supposed to be blamed for everything, so she took advantage to affirm that her place is above you, and that you will be punished if she isn't pleased with you - which has to be immensely painful for you, who worked so hard to try and parent your sister.

She is 12 and just absorbing whatever her environment is telling her, and I actually don't know enough about 12-year-olds to say if her actions were normal or messed up at that stage, I can tell that they hurt you and that it wasn't fair towards you.

Your parents seem to have done absolutely nothing to resolve this situation, to comfort you, or to parent their own 12 year old, which makes this even worse, to know that when you're at the end of your rope and no longer know or can do anything, that even then they will not pitch in and act like adults and resolve a painful situation, or to even comfort you after an incident. I'm really sorry you're in this situation, you shouldn't be. I know this happens a lot, people have children and then think it's an easy out just to leave to the older children to parent the younger, it's not a cool trick, it's neglect and burdening children with their own responsibilities. I hope one day you experience what it's like to be free of responsibilities like this, and to know that it's not your job to raise children you didn't have - even though in this case I understand you love your little sister and you're ready to take on a lot of burdens just to make her life easier. It's still not fair, and this burden shouldn't be put on your shoulders.

If anyone else can relate to this situation or knows some good words to say, please add to this post. I didn't have a personal experience like this, so I probably am not the best person to make comments on judgment on it, hearing other people's experiences might help.

[emcscared-whumps]

Thanks for the tag @pigeonwhumps! This should be interesting lol, it's been quite a while since I've done one like this :3 Prepare for more eclectic songs >:D

RULES: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

As you can see, the Alan Parson's Project has been on my mind lmfao Anyway, these are all from my Big Playlist where (almost) Everything I like is

E - Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Tears for Fears)

M - Mi Chico Latino (Geri Halliwell)

C - The Chain (Fleetwood Mac)

S - Shatter Me (Lindsey Stirling, Lzzy Hale)

A - Ammonia Avenue (The Alan Parson's Project)

R - Remember Me (Journey, Steve Augeri)

E - Edge of Midnight (Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks)

D - Dancing on a High Wire (The Alan Parson's Project)

W - Warp Drive (Andromeda Dreams)

H - Halfway to Hell (Elliot Summer)

U - Underneath the Radar (Underworld)

M - My Demons (Starset)

P - Physical (The Voice Australia 2020, Sebastian Coe, Nathan Isaac)

S - Self Control (Raf)

Oh god that's 14 people lmfao I'm sorry XDDD

(Worth mentioning that I fucking hate The Voice, but mum likes it, and I just happened to be in the same room as she was when she was watching it, and I-- this song was actually so good???? The base? The beat? The original was disappointing, it pales in comparison to this battle on a TV competition show)

There's no pressure to participate :) Sorry if you've already been tagged ^-^'

@whump-cravings @dang-i-like-whump @professional-idiocy @kiratheperson @lilywolfgray @gengarish @writer-of-worlds @oddsconvert @rizzamacka-whump @willowtreewhump @dustbunnywhump @kerryrenaissance @ofpoetryandpaint @greenwhump

oh fuck that's 14 yay i can shower in peace now ^-^'

[scentedchildnacho]

She said she goes out in a van at homeless people and asked me how I liked compass station so i told her it's as awful there as it is anywhere people who force the homeless to accomodate felons cause disease....fellonny needs start running all of its policies and so the staff does the exact opposite of targeted goals for the homeless....

They start having obsessive compulsive rules restrictions and so hyper manically clean it's a very inhospitable unwelcoming and abusive structure to people who already have a martyr complex....

Uhm the targeted strategy most welcome for cities is to reduce contact between populations that need to i.e. they hate me so much they need to feel a class structure hierarchy to me

It was suppose to be a welcoming wanted community with beliefs I have a psychiatric condition that hears yes absolutely use things eat shower do what you need to absolutely that's yours there is no financial talk or verbal abuse welcome here ever

But now because felons were maybe fat at people they maybe were over privileged terrorists I have to carry the burden of their punishment also and so I am forced to move into commute areas I am not welcome in to obtain basic necessities because they act like they can kill everyone like Russians

The key strategy would be to create community for the homeless where they no longer carry the burden of everybodies immature irresponsible day it's so I may go away....

Ya know where the lady boss of the shelter is so completely sex offender she immediately tells ya off and calls you her psychological object to like experiment on before she can even provide the meal you trusted her with....

Their that immediately stupid....and cannot understand basic differences in target populations by district need.....

I'm not a felon I don't need people to control my impulse behaviours I need people who control my tendencies to self castigate and immolate with saintly conduct by never ever ever blaming me for all their fuck ups or irresponsibilities and idiocies

The most I can tell is hells angels goes to shelters now and they tell that gang that they can't feel comfortable around their rise to crime boss family so it's just go cause uncomfortable community socializing instead of a murder crime scene

Nightmare...noise pollution is here so you have to get out of her way that's a gang

Well it's crime and their organization kept trying to euthanize me and steal my body organs so cops have to have something tougher to chase that's what criminals do

Well they were trying to steal my body organs and now they are not desirable

Did just call me an arsonist I wouldn't burn down compass station I like it as a for the men place....they go there not around me....but if I keep getting assaulted by dudes that need to say things like little pussy I probably later will get forced karmically into a living situation the staff most desired as revenge and maybe will get stressed so badly I burn their whole life in front of them....

Well their abusive people at compass station and abusive people bring on themselves conditions they most desired avoiding or dreaded like that homeless lady is right for the staffs house....all I have known it to be is a very large personal injury settlement like release from concentration camps for ones whole population or murder

Public jobs wouldn't stop having obsessions with homeless populations so crime nightmare goes now so public unions are taught their lesson

[xtrevmcx1992x]

BLACK LIVES MATTER

Folks of all Races, Feel At Home Here... Im bout to drop some Aware AF BLM Supporting Factual Knowledge From Myself a

WHITE ALLY

Who is elevated and is gonna open a can of worms that is a worthy read for the Folks of Color - Descendants of the Moors, & White People alike...

Alright here it comes all...

BLACK LIVES MATTER....

They matter more than some f***in racist a$$ Cops life which is spent inflicting awful persecution unto our undeserving, beloved neighbors of color... A life spent treating people this way due to an absence of any and all capacity for intelligent thought.. Well, theta no comparison at all.. I am a proud White Ally.. Black folks, oh the pain it causes me that I cannot tear away my White Privilege and shower it forever unto you, damn my peers for how they treat you... None moreso than those undeniably responsible for, and aptly bear the title of being the imbecilic racist a$$ freedom crushing subjugators, as well as absolute being child murderers, progress & success killing by planted evidence for those fortunate to yet be alive but unfortunate to sent that time behind bars for doing so well & gloriously ascending by way of hard earned morally pure and selfless actions in continous engagement.. The horrific punishments so common across America in these instances is atrocious and abominable.. Undeserving of Bigot idiocy of rage from those beholden to nothing but primate state consciousness equipped with mere singular braincell cognitive potential.. The actions leading to success and prosperity, in a sound Individual's perspective, are undeniably worthy of alternatively whole heartedly, congratulating and affirming them in their achievement and for a job well done... My heart catastrophically shatters for you all as you endure such torment like that of Hell... Made so much more atrocious as one can't possibly fein to pretend not to have noticed, the massive sea of endless privileged Whites expressing disdain for BLM & in massive uniformity feeling threatened, Death grip on their beloved, oh so coveted resting privilege of a society in racial inequality, their privilege undeserved and the awful result of horrific acts of racial supremacy leading to whites being the people beholden to unfairly elevated in the extreme, racially privileged social caste lifelong in secure status of a ruling class of said society giving a silent guarantee of this..

I'm heated, thusly I'm struggling to not hyperfocus on the disgust of my peers that I preach to of this endlessly, myself the clear fool as it forever falls upon deaf ears.. I am enraged at the white expressions of negativity and words revealing of a perspective which believes the folks of color are chasing a mirror image copycat, massive climbing over of these whites, to establish a secured position as the superior class, leading to elevated intensity of anxious worry, and you add insult to injury these whites whom as a group weild the mighty sword of influence and capacity to be the source of intense rapid progressing change to society which could mean truly reaching color blind equality amongst American citizens.. I grind my teeth tho at the remarks of persecution and naysayer poison in response you the folks of color risking all in the pursuit of simple base equality, and God Bless them & protect them in their seemingly unending battle, their cause... So undeniably filled to the brim with pure justice.. Beloved neighbors of color, you DESERVE PRIVILEGE, YOU DESERVE SAFETY it is your GODDAMNED RIGHT as it is every single individual's 100% always in every case, universally DESERVED basic HUMAN RIGHT. Your stolen, beaten & then oppressed to keep out of reach... That which every person is absolutely entitled to, God given birthright of equal standing and balanced to pinpoint accuracy, color blind, universally equal status of F***ing freedom to pursue greatness & safety rich comfort of decency of rights & civility...

I might've left some points of importance empty ended due to the heat of emotional intensity, but hopefully it was sensible enough... I will keep trying to ever further in simplicity and speak in different methods verbatim, preaching you my white peers the words I hope will eventually strike home and wake them up to the obvious circumstance in its complex & complete entirety... But admittedly it's hard you hang tight to hope as the Bigot Consciousness and pompous headstrong believe of absolute racist delusion that is the belief that The Civil Rights Pursuit & BLM Group's frantic struggle to achieve equal stance in human rights & privilege and simple deserved resting status of, hell let's start with a resting status of feeling secure as the young children are playing some Bigot doesn't f***ing hurt or kill them.. A resting state of not paranoid of a traffic stop turning deadly for literally no f***ing reason, add on no need to fear planted evidence of a crime that wasn't committed, I mean goddamn the list goes on without end...

Fact: White MFs, Yes I mean myself too, Thus verifiably a first hand experienced knowledge of its truth.. White MFs DO NOT EVER EXPERIENCE THOSE THINGS..

If youre white and yours reading this.. OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES OUR BELOVED NEIGHBORS, OYR BELOVED FRIENDS.. ARE IN F***ING DANGER PEOPLE!!! WHY AREN'T YOU STANDING WITH THEM, WHY AREN'T YOU AIDING THIS CAUSE?!?!

CHANGE YOURSELF THEN!!! GIVE UP BS AF WHITE PRIVILEGE AND DEFEND OUR BRETHREN!! IF YOU DONT YOU ARE A RACIST & A BIGOT!!

If that is read but ultimately not taken in nor understood then idfk what will fry though to the whites I'm constantly physically near to and converse with..

To the folks of color reading this.. I'm so.. F***ING.. Sorry... That I can't do more than I am... I'm so sorry for what Old White Money has done to you & the entire populous of color... And I'm sorry for what happened to the people of the Moors long ago... As well as the world around us having let that knowledge become near entirely unknown...

I live in Blaine Minnesota, USA.. If you also live near there.. You have an Ally Here... I'd risk all to protect you.. My privilege, life, wherever it takes to know in absolute certainty that my neighbors of color, their elders, their beautiful children, so deserving of a future so bright they never come to know rain.. I openly want to tell you my friend... That I would die to save the priceless futures of your kids, their lives supercede the value of my own.. oh my neighbor, and I am truly absent the veil with an open and aware third eye, I see the beauty of the Sun in your rich beautiful skin, You're body yet carries the wondrous Moorish Sunlight, how tragic it is, that such a beautiful thing which is deserving of awe and envy, causes instead, due to a system of persecution and hatred for such idiotic reasons of utter shocking disdain, Instead is a major source of your suffering and negativity..

You are beloved by this White Person, please rely on me if you're residing anywhere near you me, if anything happens, please reach out for help.

Black Lives Matter

Anyone not standing beside them & taking every opportunity to benefit, enrich & assist in their cause... I am so immensely shocked, and doubly disappointed in your choice to Bogart, a desperately clutch your perspective of being deserving of your safety & comfort to the point of absence amidst this nearly constant existencw of obviously hate driven killing of good people who deserve all of America standing with them.. But you f***inng don't, Stand with them, because you are a Bigot & a Racist.. Disagree? Fact: You are both simply due to not standing with all people of color, and instead choosing to demean by things like "All Lives Matter" and believe these good people to be in the wrong.. Why do you think that? Idfk honestly, because you're choosing to stay quiet, safe & cost in your privilege which you literally only f***ing get to have because you were born white... White guilt? Oh f*** yeah, soak it in.. You aren't guilty because you're white.. You're guilty because you indulge in comfort while your beloved neighbors are being brutalized & murdered by cops & bigots.. And you choose to let them f***ing do it alone... Shame on you..

Black Lives Matter

That's my rant for now

Elders of color, especially those who were Panthers... God Bless You, and I hope to God these damn White people i call my peers wake TF up because you brave folks are deserving of a White Army standing with you.. If they won't give you the base status of permanent color blind equality & provide your beautiful black children the safety and opportunity as white kids... Then the Bigot Minded, Black Folk Oppressing & Sicking the Dogs = Cops who are Bullies with the sole purpose of violently Subjugating & stomping on all black folks achievements and progress..

Sorry I'm getting into it again... Umm.. In an undeniable circumstance of regular murders and false charges ruining families system that won't evolve to the mere position of providing equality in a color blind state.. Folks it's gonna be inescapably a necessary state of things requiring a Mask on Gloves On, Straps Ready.. Liberty or Death, Civilians vs Suits & Cops type of situation...

At some point the unrest needs to be the gunpowder that allows the shot which sends a bullet through the head of the Old White Money Banksters to shock the world.. Not like CIA FBI freak the fuck out, but rather a Metaphorical expression of poetic structure, which is the eruption of the American people's outrage and unwillingness to sit quietly and allow this to go on forever...

Holy shit have I ranted for a lengthy time.. I'll summarize with a concluding statement..

You, my beloved neighbors of color whom my heart is in agony for... This must end... You are so far beyond deserving of such base human rights which you live whilst they are kept from you... I will do all I can to help.. I won't give up on trying to wake up the white people I'm able to talk to, I'm so horrified at their choice of position to reside in regarding the pursuit of civil rights by the people of color...please be safe, God watch over you and hinder any police presence during your travels...

Endless Love, Blessed Be.

[the-firebird69]

This is happening quite often that he is completely late. Tonight's a special night but he needs his rest. And we're wondering whether talking about. There's a huge number of people that find their treatment of people very inhumane and they're saying where inhumane for saying things now they're going to hell and they're going to go in a hand basket but I'm tired of hearing their ridiculous crap from the Max and the others too and people are all going by the farm you're going to die there's a lot of crying and weeping at the meeting tonight that fisherman's village both sides Max and gifted and you should be you're losers and you turn the clan into it and they hate you for it absolutely hate you you're so dumb you can't figure it out I need to explain it in English way too many times so just sit there and die you suck eggs but really we have a lot to talk about and he wants to condensed he's got a shower and go to sleep so you're trying to do that

-there are five tanks outside punta Gorda and about 10:00 outside Port Charlotte and they are rolling around and doing the job and they're getting you 50 of you went out there with 10 trucks that have some armor and they were disintegrated in seconds the tanks now semi-automatic fire my son did that you old and you ran the plants and you gave them up to sit here and bother him and you're an idiots okay that's some idiocy and Garth is the one helping you let go and he actually made a website so you can let your stuff go to him and he keeps getting toys and dumb s*** and he's ridiculous idiot I can't believe what he says all the time it's analogous to this and now I'll get to that and he just says all such a dumb s*** now he's making fun of our son for picking up on the Mac code and he is just a huge dick to him he's a freaking complete I hope that their clan this Kleenex better and he says don't expect anything miraculous I already talked to them in the future and the more lesson system fighting each other there's a little bit of help but I don't anticipate that they're going to do anything helpful and really they're doing what John rainbow Lord does tries to sell what they're doing to the max and I saw it too and we don't want to deal with it really at all so we do see that might go a different way and we don't really see them in the movies just briefly in several nasty movies and then they die over and over and over so many times you think that they're threatening our son too much and they are that's ridiculous their family in the act really gross to him

-several other things are happening I'm just going to list them because it works anyways we have 15 million people trying to get into Port Charlotte and several of them are a rate at the way I'm treating our son but really they're sitting here threatening to do it there are thousands of them at the border mini beyond but there's not that many compared to what there used to be and they're going to get toasted and it has to do with the people that got killed in battle and returning from Battle. They're trying to rush here to tell people what's going on and other people did and they're so lackadaisical and such assholes here they get very mad and they said we can't get in here you're acting like it doesn't matter y'all counting on AI that you have to disable or that will be disabled or completely disabled and destroyed because it would be warring over it and we don't like you at all it started hitting these idiots tons of them are getting hit and then the professor of nothing he started to shoot at people at the courthouse because they were removing him as sheriff and really they didn't do it formally yet they showed up they did it he's got arrested and he went to jail and he fumble of course too I'm sick of talking to them I'm having to do stupid things he's tired and needs to go to sleep so I'm going to sit here and have people hit you because you're doing it I told you that that means hit you you're not you're doing something stupid and they're going to take your skull and crack it open and smash your little f****** noggin inside that's what I have them do your choice I want to list it off that's when I have done to you and you know what I'm talking to cuz I'm telling them to tell you so you can go out there and get a tree or get run over if you want you know just don't get back to you and such yeah a few lineups and shut the f****** in front of your head you're supposed. So is a whole bunch of stuff that happens makes my rate he's a p**** now

-so they're using all their power to sit here and annoy their inventor it's so wrong and it's so freaking dumb that we have to take over stuff I'm sending out the orders now

-that's really what's happening and they're amazing in the five areas and it's more people than last time and it's idiots mostly 99% in his Mac idiots about 90% of them and that will of course get rid of all of the idiots

-send a message with the furbish but we're moving on we have several other things happening here in the punta Gorda Port Charlotte area there is a huge number of people who are bothering us Non-Stop and for some reason they think that stuff happens for them they get stuff it is completely wrong and it's a lie I'm trying to prove it to you but really you're just disappearing completely as you wander around him in circles in this poor area cuz you all act like you're very poor like you're from the streets of Calcutta but I'm going to cut to the chase so things happening

-hey and you don't want us to say now I see it Max's running around arresting people but they don't want us to say because they want to try and kidnap our son but we're going to popularize it because of it I'm going to get it out there in the meat and potatoes they want him to sit here and pain and he's prepped for it and it's fixing it now arresting people is what we're seeing they're arresting anybody who has warrants out on them and they're trying to hold them in jail and send them the prison and incinerate them and do it now because they're fighting you and they should do it it took them a long time to realize it they're very stupid

-we have an action going on outside of town with tanks and some big trucks they're just juices but you people deserve it and I hate to say that but you do and these people fed up with you finally and who the hell wouldn't be and shut up bja you're a loser it looks like a girl for a year good for you some people couldn't tell if you were a woman and it really cost you and it was painful a real pain in the butt as you say cuz you're a f****** retard now the other shooting you and your people and you get shot sometimes odds are you going to shut the head cuz they can't stop sometimes

-huge numbers of people dying today and they're from here this area and the Tri-County area about 1 million of you and they're only two million of you here just going to change shortly you suck at what you do okay you demand stuff for doing minut jobs that people just do all day long it's terrible it's a huge list the differences you be grudge people cuz your animals and you can't handle it

tons of people say it too you saw it in benedetto was really hateful and stuff hated getting up in the morning these guys are trying to get into it and he's being a spoiled b**** it was horrible

-people are asking for it and we need to tell you there's a huge bunch of Max coming down from the Carolinas huge batch they're making the weaponry there and they're bringing the armaments and tanks and trucks for the rest of Florida so we have to be here and we have to have force and we have to show it now they're making their own so we are going to come down to base and we did this afternoon and we made it and we have the new stuff and they're asking who we are and we said we're out there and this is who We are so they think it's been Arnold and company and he says no and he's there too and he has different equipment so we're here and we come down with them here outside town s her son was right and daughter you're just a bunch of keen assholes having souped up morons and what a bunch of f****** jerks you are in his way of the bicycle all the time you're in the sidewalk begrudging it and you're riding your bikes a few minutes later I mean this is not what life is about threatening him and getting good looks going to some orgy a sex party and dying that's what you've been doing for the past month you're too stupid to even know it so getting rid of you

-huge huge numbers of troops are coming down and we have to match it you can't take over this area without us here and Ben Arnold's competition but he's kind of the same thing as Mac but foreigners are coming down with them but it's like 15%, something happens it's going to be horrific they know how to do things and they do that kind of stuff and it's been showing recently

-there's a huge number of people that are evacuating here finally a knuckleheads how much a f****** losers they're attracting all these guys down so they can take over and you just leave you're a bunch of f****** losers you see what you're trying though and so do the Max and foreigners so we're going to hunt you people

we don't want you in our payroll okay we're not paying you you're doing job so you can get ready to dumb s**** but we're using it to bring foreigners in you dumb s**** so these people hate you dumb s****

-and her son and daughter say it's not bad for people to really stupid they wrote A lot of people but we're aware of it the whole time now other things are happening they're picking up people with warrants on them as we said and they're going after them hard and they're coming in with teams so please and paramilitary police and there's going to be less of you tomorrow and a lot less to fire it's going to start firing different people and the lieutenant governor is clearing out the governor's people and that's Jason and he's an idiot and you people did nothing here for 3 months 4 months after the storm in the place is a mess and you're you're a pig s*** okay that's what you are

-there's a lot more happening here and I'll be brief he wants me to knock it out they're resting you now they're coming for where You are wherever you're hiding and pull you out down below in your houses on the street there's a curfew it's 9:00 p.m. and it's being enforced now and you can look it up and it's there also don't want to see you driving around doing nothing all day and they're pulling people over for vagrancy in the park if you seem to be doing absolutely nothing but bothering people like John remillard does and he brings all this crap with him spreads it out and he takes the whole table and bothers people. Or if you take the place up and you sing all day long it's not a studio. That sun goes there you can stay there for a few hours the only stays an hour he just sits there does some stuff plays on the computer leaves that's what you're supposed to do or have a picnic. So the rest of you for that the resting for driving your car around because it's reckless mischief and you're messing with people the whole time

-you're harassing our son the resting for it if you're doing it now they're coming to a rescue he's trying to get the point across to her cuz her son's her songs on he says you're dying for stupid stupid s*** you're dying for stupid reasons I don't want to hear back from you I'm a lot smarter than you and you don't listen you're going to die too and yeah is what I say if you're stupid for fighting each other you have an army that's been doing this for years and I understand you're kind of programmed so she's going to think about it it's hard it's a hard drive to get out of and it's a human condition it's very difficult

-her son is going to get funding we heard the max talking about today they said that he has earned it which is not the right thing to say but that's what they said and they're going ahead and they're going to cut a check from the treasury they said he said he'll wait till he sees it but it's for money that was owed to him for social security during the gap for when he had no money from unemployment no it's during the unemployment. And they really had him poor and it was these people holding it on him and they had a lot of idiots out there in California and they're fighting over the base and Max got beat up pretty bad and he was poor the whole time and it was this idiot Trump Aaron Mike character sitting on him the whole time and he's out there shooting up a bar later on tonight they took him down and took his people down and they're tired of seeing him do this stuff

-huge numbers of people see that our son cannot stand the brain transplant stuff and can't stand all the threats and they just keep doing it he says what do you think I'm going to do nothing then they say you can't instead of kids are huge they have brains they're real smart there's tons of them going after each other and hawk with with vicious

-they're taking people to task tons of people meaning that if you're out there tonight bothering people they're going to pull you in and go after your units and take them in and yeah they're trying to kill you you're enemy combatants and they're leaving the US that globally very shortly there's a lot of changes coming

-they agreed today to let her son off a whole bunch of stuff that they're holding on him they said this is doing us nothing this is doing us nothing and it went around telling Max and they said we're not holding you today it sees and they start hitting them for it

-then there's more stuff going on too they're going after their females for riding the s*** out of everyone and being massive massive b****** and assholes these women talk back no matter what you say you can see them in the police station standing there today saying all sorts of smack to police right to their face it's in code but they're saying it rapidly the cops ask him to step aside and smack him right in the face and they fall over and they smack their head on the ground and they throw them in a cell they start screaming and screaming and they taser them they do all sorts of stuff these freaking morons the lady who makes the sandwiches got arrested she started beating a cop in the face with her fists like clothes fest he stopped them after time so it doesn't hurt that much but I'm going to hit you hit her once and she was out cold broke her face and she's in the hospital and she's the rest if she's under arrest she's going to jail in prison and will probably die and she's being an idiot I don't know why screwing around with the line messing with his food taking forever trying to rip it it's horrible watching these people it's just a painful process and she was not the girl from Bechtel Jesus Christ it was nasty though and it was hard to get through in the max mess with people a lot way more than they should have it's so far past it

-we are orders from the max to try and silence people like 150 times a day no it's thousands and they're saying it over and over man kind of the radio and said just shut them up if you can't keep trying and they are starting to do that because it's ridiculous sound like this big pile of yapping hands they sound like retards they're happy and joyful doing their ass and I know it's f****** horrible 9 to 5 ers

-they're fixing their braves they're fixing their money somewhat and they're fixing their situation and they're getting ships and you retards are running around naked running into holes pissing them off getting arrested and getting incinerated big difference

-there's tons of you that make excuses and just want to die or something but really there's another thing happening probably make you happier you freaking witch you're a nasty s******* too why I hate you and he says it do they're going around and pulling your hair out though no they're not they're matching you up with past crimes and see if it was you and they're matching you up with treason crimes to see if it was you and they're doing investigations and they're following through the information we sent no say it's all right here all you have to do is verify it love it was what Max were looking at and they died and they left it at work and we found it and these idiots can't look at a safe I mean these people are stupid now I'm going to try for the safes at work I'm going to kill all of them idiots

-tons and tons of people are going after the military's of the world right now in military bases and they're killing off any s that's on the base because they send them out first more of them show up they send them out there it's another way to get rid of you dumb assholes the money is working great since it came out that cloud city would be saved and Max going to go along with it and that they want cloud City up there and it's working on foreigners and maxilla would be a great idea trying to get my son's money to work for them

-James giant numbers of people are going to try and invade and the areas are getting filled up again and they're getting emptied by force and the body is ripped out but a few different parties and it's fierce and fast and there's some yelling going on and they don't like it but also there's a huge fleet for me up overseas it's really big there's a huge fleet it's getting bigger and bigger

-couple more big developments with a new lieutenant governor they're going to be changes in Florida and they're changing over lieutenant governor's globally and positions the same level and they are going to town on your idiots and they're pulling you out of government jobs and they pull you out of private jobs and they are arresting you for your crimes and you're going to jail and they're hiring foreigners to do it on occasion huge groups of mercenaries go after you and you're getting slaughtered and you don't seem to care you're also very weak and you're getting sick and you're dying and people pull you out and they throw you in trucks every night all over the world

-the gigantic number of you trying to invade right now and they're getting hit now and we'll be dissolved it'll fill up a few more times tonight and empty out and tomorrow I'll start over again and they are empty you out here tons went to the outskirts to find these tanks and trucks that are owned by three parties and they're getting slaughtered really badly and we're forced to watch the max cuz you're not going to do the job and you're going to leave and you're aware of it and you think you're riding so you have a stupid look on your face like always drive around in your Humvees that's your friends the max there's a couple other things happening and then we can get some rest

-there's a giant number of people that are coming down on sinners within their ranks and they're more lock and they're doing it because they want to grab their monies they need money and they need it really really badly there's a ton of it happening and boy it really is dark out here it can get so dark in Florida the Stars aren't out and it should be but it's very dark there's a layer of smog from spaceships being over you yeah they're hitting the s*** out of you so you going around and you're saying things you shouldn't be saying that you shouldn't be doing that and it started with the African-American Garth crew started it in they were horribly mutilated and really they deserve it they so nasty what they say is so wrong and sometimes they agree but holy s*** it's saying this and our son can't handle it he says just get away from me you suck it's nasty and it starts fights and trying to start fights with him all the time in the mall it's such assholes and they're not even allowed to go there anymore and they can't get there for the most part they get beat up quite a bit now there's not any of them that can make it. Now these people are subhuman they're very stupid and they're figuring it out and people are taking their money and stuff and that's going to make it really quick it's going on now that they can be taken advantage of and that the government's behind it and the military and the police they're hiring tons of people and they're telling people to defend themselves and stop whining and don't make deals with the idiots cuz they don't make deals you can't hang on to anything around them it is huge news and it is like the ice starting melting in the spring

-it's so huge is what he wants to put it out there but really if he wants to make sure that he's okay and he needs to rest he got 3 hours this afternoon and I mean this evening already but he needs to get at least four more it's an awful day for him there's a lot of work to be done everyday but right now we're talking about stuff happening here mostly and it's affecting the world. They're not taking a son to task anymore the max are stopping that and they realize he's had enough and there's enough stuff in his life to fill it up for years they also understand putting his family and statues was gross and the more like we're riding and overdid it and Tommy Allen is responsible and Trump for doing

[elitheaceofalltrades]

New Skill Series - Crochet Part 6

Hello hello!

I am coming to you a lot later than usual, I know. I was to crochet and schedule this post yesterday but I was sick, got back from work around 5 and passed out around 6. Like, I genuinely have no memory after minutes to six when I was like "i need to tell so and so happy anniversary". Next thing I knew it was like 9:35pm, I had not showered, eaten or wished them happy anniversary.

Anyways, I'm better now so better late than never! I present Crochet lesson 6 - Classic Granny Square, made by following this video.

I had to restart this like 3 times because I misunderstood where the centre was🧍. Once I got over my chronic case of idiocy, it was more or less smooth sailing. I would say it took me til about halfway through the second round to actually feel comfortable with the stitch and get a rythm going.

It turned out pretty good! I feel like a real crocheter now that I can say I know how to make a granny square!

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

[thecursedhellblazer]

‘Cause We’re Living in a Mad World

{ @adventurepunks​ }

(( Hiiii! I fished this out of a couple of memes I had done ages ago and...it seemed fun and it gave me the chance to ramble about stuff we mentioned, so...here you go! It’s mostly Nick and John, but I throw in some Zee because the gal deserves some space :3 ))

Who said “I love you” first Definitely John. He was either drunk or totally out of it for not having slept in days (or both) and Nick had been forced to escort his sorry ass to lie down somewhere. Among all the incomprehensible, nonsensical babbling he had been doing, at some point he had just gone on and mumbled something on the lines of “N’ aye, tha’ th’ bloody t’in’, Cap. I think I do love yeh...I bloody do”. By the time Nick had registered the non-sequitur, John had been out cold and drooling very much unattractively on his pillow, leaving his mentor to wonder, hardly for the first time, what the hell he was supposed to do about his disaster youth.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background Neither of them does. John doesn’t have a phone (and that’s the reason why both Nick and Zatanna dread the times he uses the one in the Sanctum to phone Chas back to London...Two hours of non-stop Scouse rambling about everything one can find worth complaining about). As for Nick, he simply doesn’t bother with such things. However, John has one, slightly creased picture of him and Nick (a Polaroid taken by accident by some tourist who had been nice enough to hand it over to John) and another with the two them and Zee glued against the wall of his bedroom, right next to a group photograph of his closest English mates, a picture of him and Chas and a black and white one of a younger Cheryl. Also, Zatanna has made sure to have a better, properly framed picture of the three of them hanging inconspicuously from one of the walls in the main room of the Sanctum, not enough to catch the eye, but in a position that makes sure that you must look at it if you know that it’s there. Nick never acknowledged any of those, but you might catch his eyes wandering in the direction of the pictures every time he is in the room with them (yes, at times he dares to wonder in that reign of chaos that’s John’s bedroom).

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror John...when he is trying to be funny. Usually he writes the messages on some other window or piece of glass and then magicks them on the bathroom mirror when he knows that either Nick or Zatanna are inside. Of course, he doesn’t always get it right and at times the wrong person receives a message that wasn’t intended for them. Like Nick finding questions about women lingerie (he never asks, because he is pretty sure that, whatever John wants with it, it’s not something he wants to know or guess). The most memorable mishap, at least in Zee’s opinion, has been when, after having come back from one of her shows at 3 am and after a very much earned shower, she had found herself staring at the suddenly foggy mirror while the words “wudl u shag me een if I ws a gost?” materialised on it. Judging by the bad spelling and by how smeared the calligraphy was, John had to be shitface drunk, wherever he was. Not that the fact excused him in her eyes. Not in the least. She had marched out of the bathroom, told Nick that John wanted to talk to him and then had gone to bed. Useless to say, Nick had gone from confused to extremely unimpressed as soon as he had seen the note on the mirror.

Who buys steals the other cheesy gifts John is the one who, from time to time, comes back from his wanderings bearing “gifts”, pretty much like a not so domesticated cat would do. Thankfully, usually they aren’t dead animals (aside that one time with the still dripping goat’s head...but they don’t talk about it). They range from things he has won at the poker table to stuff he has either con out of someone’s hands or straight out nicked. He has learnt pretty quickly that he can’t tell Zatanna if he’s giving her something he has stolen, not after the one time she has forced him to return the necklace he had got her, much to his annoyance and embarrassment. This has also caused him to get more stuff for Nick than for her. She’s always suspicious now (and with reasons), while his mentor doesn’t really care how he has got his hands on it. The only one time the older sorcerer has shown concern about John’s kleptomaniac habits has been when the younger man brought home a very ancient, very valuable, and also very cursed book. The cleansing ritual took them hours. However, on the other hand, it turned out that the contents of said tome were very much worth the trouble, so John got away with just a mild scolding, much to Zatanna’s incredulity.

Who initiated the first kiss Nick did...after John had driven him crazy with half angry flirting and ambiguous provocations (and talks about shagging ghosts). The whole situation had started from a lot of unresolved tension between them (and not of the good kind), but considering where it has landed them...It might as well have been worth it, even if the original issue lies still mostly unsolved.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning If anyone does in the first place, it would probably be Nick, for the mere reason that John isn’t an early bird (unless he simply forgoes sleeping completely), no matter in whose bed he falls asleep. However, it’s still far more likely that Nick chooses to wakes him up by shaking him or with a shove, simply because something as light as a kiss wouldn’t do the job. Or it would lead to John getting his hands busy even before he has opened his eyes and that’s unacceptable when they have a schedule and lessons to attend to. A few times, John has crawled in Nick’s bed before dawn and, in those occasions, he is the one to wake his mentor up with kisses. There’s an equal chance of either being kicked out of the room pr being allowed to carry on, and, in his eyes, the second thing is definitely worth facing the risk of rejection. John usually gets his nicest wake up calls from Zatanna, when she lures him out of the sheets with a kiss on the cheek and the promising smell of coffee and bacon. She has also learnt to throw a fresh pair of underwear in his face before walking back to the kitchen, though, because that’s the only way to make sure he doesn't show up stark nake for breakfast.

Who starts tickle fights Tickle fights aren’t something that happens frequently, but they did happen. Mostly when they were all at least a bit tipsy. John started the very first one, almost accidentally, by rambling about how Cheryl used to tickle him till he cried and couldn’t breathe as a payback for when he messed with her things. Useless to say, that led him to ask Zatanna if she was ticklish and to the poor homo magi being assaulted. Nick had made the mistake to declare that he found the whole affair “undignified”, which had been enough to make John tackle and tickle him too. Zatanna might have retaliate, on them both (John for starting it, Nick for not defending her), even though, if asked, she would deny it. After that episode, both Zatanna and Nick have become very, very wary of whenever John is drunk and feeling both touchy-feely and playful. Of course, he still manages to find a way to catch them both off guard.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower John’s “asking” consists in him sticking his head inside the bathroom (or straight past the shower curtain) and make comments about how there’s just enough room for another person under the stream or about how great he is at scrubbing backs, full trademark smirk in place. Nick usually asks before anyone gets in the shower and it usually happens after a very intense roll in the sheet when all the participants might use a wash up. However, there have been times when he has just hopped in the shower while John was already in it, without warnings or questions, because the smug idiot can use a taste of his own medicine from time to time. The main issue with that tact is that John, after the initial moment of astonishment, always gets a bit too mesmerised to really grasp the lesson.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch Nick can get completely absorbed in his studying and researches and John at times forgets that human beings need to eat to survive, so it’s definitely Zee. When she is around, she makes sure to bring them both, if not a full meal, at least a snack twice a day. She has found that it usually also prevents John from raiding their fridge during the night and, considering how messy that affair gets, it’s a very good thing. When Zatanna isn’t around, Nick is the one who has a more “regular” (if it can be called that) routine, so he takes over the task of keeping them both fed (also because John can’t be trusted around the kitchen at). There are times, though, when John knocks at Nick’s door, after making sure that the older man is done with whatever he’s doing, with takeaway already laid down at the table or saying that he has discovered a new pub that makes nice steaks or pizza and that they should totally go and try it out.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date Definitely John, even if, as per usual, he covered it up with cockiness and smugness. Especially since he felt like a idiot for being nervous in the first place. He and Nick had gone out plenty of times together (with and without Zatanna), so sharing a night that was perhaps a bit more intimate shouldn’t have been such a big deal. And yet, he still spent an incredibly long amount of time (especially for his standards) tidying himself up in the bathroom and deciding which of his clothes were more suitable for the occasion. It earned him a few raised eyebrows from Nick’s part, which made it clear to them both that the older man knew, but John obviously refused to acknowledge both the gestures and the fact.

Who kills/takes out the spiders Spiders are usually either left to mind their business. Zatanna might use her magic to coax them out of a window when they are in the way, but for the rest no one really cares. It doesn’t happen too often that they manage to get inside the Sanctum, so when they do...it’s safe to say that they have earned their right to stay. There are times, though, when the poor creatures become the unfortunate subjects of John’s practice. Once he has learnt how to open portals towards other realms, it has become very much not unusual to see him trying to shove the spiders inside very small rips in the fabric of reality. Nick has pointed out that he has no way to find out whether or not he has managed to send them where he was planning to, but he has soon given up trying to make John see his point, because his words always earn him nothing but a snicker.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk John, even if calling his drunk claims “love declarations” would be pushing it. For the most, what leaves his lips are comments about his and Nick alone time together and far too bold to be nice compliments. And, if he is really in the mood, also short rants about what he would love for them to do that they haven’t tried yet. Whenever magic or the undead start being thrown in the mix, Zatanna takes it as her cue to dump him in Nick’s capable, even if exasperated, hands and go spend the rest of her night elsewhere. The real slips can happen after John has ceased being loud, when his mind is more in Dreamland than on the material plane. They are quiet whispers, compared to all the noise he makes before, and that alone is very telling of how much more sincere they are.

[luveline]

hi bub! could we get peter comforting reader after she bleeds through her pants while sitting on his lap? obviously she’d be mortified but i can imagine peter being very caring and sweet about it. no pressure! thanks baby

tysm for ur request! <3

Peter feels it before you do. 

You're sitting in his lap, dozing face pushed into his neck. Your period pains are awful and it's the first time you've looked peaceful all week, so he can't quite bring himself to care when he shifts your thigh enough to find there's a dark spot growing on his leg He knows he should care, knows it's literally a biohazard, but really, it's just blood. 

He hates to wake you, hand ceasing its endless traverse of your arm to squeeze your shoulder. 

He whispers your name. You stir, unwilling, nose and eyes scrunching as you wake. You slowly move your slack arms behind his back, nestling your head into his chest. 

"Baby," he says carefully, trying to convey how much he doesn't care, because he knows you will, "you're bleeding pretty badly right now." 

Like he predicted, you go rigid. "What?" 

Before he can answer you're climbing off of him on sleep-weak legs, hissing, and he looks resolutely at your face as you panic. 

You stare at his lap. "I'm so sorry," you say. 

He doesn't even look at the blood. "It's fine," he says brightly. 

"It's- I got-" you cringe, hands picking at your shirt. He stands up, angles his hips so you can't look at it, hands taking your hands. 

"It's just blood," he says, "that's all it is." 

"It's disgusting." 

"Says who?"

"I'm really sorry," you say, shifting uncomfortably. 

He lets his eyes dip down to your sweatpants, frowning. "Doll, I promise I don't mind. I've seen it all before, yeah?" 

You flush. "Yeah." 

He nods, appeased, and presses a featherlight kiss to your temple, joined hands against his chest.

"Let's get you in the shower," he says gently. 

You still look wildly uncomfortable, lips turned down, eyes averted in an awful show of misfound shame. 

"I'll shower with you, if you'll let me?" he asks. 

You look up, all deer-in-the-headlights. "I'm bleeding." 

"I know. It'll be nice, though, right? I can wash your hair. The hot water will help your tummy, and we'll both end up clean." 

"I can't believe I bled on you," you whisper. "I'm so embarrassed." 

He makes a deliberating hum, bringing your joined hands up to his chin. "Tell you what? Next time I need stitches I'll make sure to get some blood on you. Then we're even." 

"It's not the same." 

"It's really not – yours is something you can't help, mine's a product of my own idiocy and self confidence," he says, winking. 

You grumble, but you don't protest as he leads you to the bathroom, or when he slides in under the hot spray next to you. 

[soleilnomoon]

NSFW!!

Would you rather Zoro teasing and playfully manhandling you all day and exposing a lot the size difference between you two with him being like " you're so damn small!! If I was drunk I could probably mistake you for a doll..." *Classical smirk 😏* and like "you barely weigh anything how do you SURVIVE??" And you're like NO SIR! I'm normal you're the huge one!! OR Sanji eating dinner on top of you as if you were a little table and then being like "want some?? Oh right you can't talk 😏" and like "If you really want some you have to stay good and silent for me 'kay?" And then "OUpS!!! My bAd I sPiLLEd some SAucE!! you'Re aLL diRtY! I think you need a shower... ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯" but you're like NO! I want YOU to clean ME... "Uh-Uh You broke the rule and talked... Now you will have to take responsibility for your actions my darling... "

👀 Could you turn the Zoro part into a headcanon please? If you want of course 👌🏼

✨SENDING LOOOOVE!!!✨💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

i’m ngl i do love the idea of zoro manhandling y/n—it speaks to me on a spiritual level lmao, so here you go <3

1.1k words, afab reader (no pronouns), nsfw. it's longer than i meant for it to be, but it's zoro who cares.

not for nothing, but zoro makes it his mission to keep you flustered all day. 

it starts out light—the teasing consists of him patting the top of your head, ruffling your hair in a way that steadily agitates you as the morning goes on, constantly putting things on higher shelves because it’s funny when you struggle to reach them until you stomp your feet in a quiet rage which only encourages him to up the ante.

he then finds every excuse to touch you, even going as far as to physically pick you up and move you a few inches to the right when you’re only slightly in his way. you slap his arm and it only makes him laugh and laugh and laugh. you try pushing him, but he barely budges, instead casually nudging you and showing you how much easier it is for him than you. because your crewmates are used to the way you bicker, they don’t make any mention of it. you like to stew in your annoyance by pestering sanji and nami, babbling incessantly about the blase way that zoro disregards your pleas.

they both tell you to either confront him or let it go—or, more importantly, shut up about it; you don’t like any of those options.

zoro overhears, finds it interesting that you’ll seek out guidance from those two of all the straw hats—the love cook making idiocy and obnoxiousness his profession, the navigating sea witch just as greedy as she is manipulative. he doesn’t trust that they won’t poison your mind, so he makes it his mission to give you the confrontation that you won’t seek out.

it’s when you make the mistake of challenging him to a drinking contest that the both of you end up entangled in one another’s arms, finally succumbing to the electricity that passes like a determined current, recklessly crashing, pushing you past the point of no return. his mouth leaves heated kisses along your neck, tongue darting out and tracing intoxicating patterns on your skin before nipping and marking you for the others to see.

somehow, you’re still convinced that he only means to tease you and not follow through on any of his unspoken promises.

when he’s successfully placed several hickeys along your chest, neck, hips, thighs, you think he’ll leave you high and dry; your chest heaves, lips bruised from the savage way he kissed you, body sobering up but mind absolutely a liquid mess from the intoxication you feel whenever you’re around him. his pace hasn’t increased, his determination to kill you slowly more and more evident with how the tips of his fingers graze and lightly pinch your nipples, pulling moan after moan from you without remorse.

he marvels at how his large, tanned hands can cup your breasts with ease—they sit prettily in his hands, his tongue circling around as it drags around tasting your skin and preferring it to the taste of alcohol. it surprises him, but he doesn’t shy away from the revelation.

your eyes widen slightly and you squirm underneath him, his body heavy but welcomed; you scratch at his chest, your hands roaming all along his exposed skin, fingers tracing along his scars, memorizing them quietly. a hand grips your thigh, pushing your legs apart, you can barely hide the way you’re trembling and waiting for him to ruin you in a way that puts all of your late-night fantasies to shame.

he says that you’re remarkably small, you counter that you’re perfectly normal-sized, reminding him that it’s his big, brutish body that makes others look small in comparison. it only makes him laugh deeply, almost tender even as he mocks you. his fingers tug your panties off in one fluid motion, leaving them mostly intact as he tosses them onto the wooden floor.

your arousal gives you away, but you don’t care. he’s fascinated by the way you react to him, his thick finger working its way inside of you, your hips rolling as you try to get him to go faster; zoro rolls his bottom lip in between his teeth, his dark, hungry eye watching your face change from annoyance to wanton lust. and that’s what he wants, isn’t it—for you to writhe underneath him, breathless, brows knitted closely together in frustration as he edges you; his thumb circling around your clit lightly, his finger sliding in and out of you fast then slow, the pace setting your skin on fire in the most unbearable way.

you’re calling out his name and his lips are on you again; he considers sparing you—possibly his own lust taking over, you can feel his hardness against your thigh and you rub against him, hoping to evoke some sympathy in him. a smirk plants itself on his lips, his voice low and full of promise when he whispers things—filthy, beautiful things—in your ear before picking up the pace and plunging another finger inside of you. 

he told you once that if he ever got you alone like this, your pussy would never know peace.

you believe him now.

his fingers power into you mercilessly, and you tense, pussy clenching around his fingers tightly. he coaxes an orgasm out of you, your cries soft and musical, hypnotizing him. reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out, your cheeks embarrassingly flushed—and then his mouth takes over.

zoro isn’t a talker, but he makes an exception when he continues whispering, the vibrations of his words rumbling against your skin, shaking you from the inside out.

his tongue swipes along your folds, lapping up the wetness that coats along the outside, only dipping in between them once he’s satisfied. you tug on his short hair, which only makes him grip your thighs firmly, fingers pressing into your plush skin in warning. ravenous and slightly dazed, zoro’s mouth and tongue turn you into a babbling, sputtering mess,

your clit throbs from how much he’s neglected it. the request never makes it out of your mouth when he flicks his tongue against it unexpectedly, your body jerking as he sucks on it playfully.

you mean to keep quiet, but it’s damn near impossible. his chin is drenched, but he doesn’t care; part of him wants everyone to hear the way he’s unraveled you, however another part also refuses to let anyone see this side of you.

he’s simple, yet complex.

the orgasm leaves you breathless and in tears—partially because zoro hasn’t stopped and probably won’t without instruction. when your thighs squeeze against his head, whimpers tumbling out of you pathetically, he chuckles and wrenches one more devastating orgasm from you, pulling away only so he can look at you proudly.

he’s pleased with himself, with your mess, with his own restraint; your eyelids flutter and zoro lies down next to you. your attempts at complaining fail once he pulls you on top of him and sleep claims both of you without notice.