#(OK IS IT WORKING PROPERLY NOW MAKES QUICK FIXES)

[kinardsevan]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

listen. i'm still so convinced it's Tommy up on that crane in 807 that my brain keeps writing scenes 😂😂😂😂 so have this:

"Buck, you need to-"

He can't hear Bobby's words as he races up the ladder, panic rising faster and faster in his chest.

"Hey no no no no no!" He yells, throwing himself over the side. His hands grasp tight around Tommy's. "Stop stop stop! Please!" The words are coming out of him in sobs, but large hands grip around his wrists and a moment later, the older man tilts his head up and his eyes lock with Evan's.

"Ev-..." He cuts himself off, his voice wobbly and raspy from his current predicament.

"Just stop," Evan replies, snuffling as tears run down his face. "Stop moving, stop- just stop."

"Ok," Tommy replies, his voice weary as his fingers tighten around Evan's wrists that much more. The blonde glances up toward Chimney on the opposite crane. He's still working to get the harness unstuck, but apparently only having mild success with it.

"My legs are numb," Tommy states, blinking slowly. Chim looks up at them.

"Fuck this. I'm going to cut him down. The 217 can get the line fixed," Chimney states before heading back down the ladder in quick succession. "I need bolt cutters!"

"Evan," Tommy rasps. His hands are sweaty now, hanging onto the other man's arms.

"No," Evan replies, his voice tinged with anger now. "You have to hang on."

"You have to let go," Tommy counters to him, his voice exhausted. "Evan-" His grip slips on Evan's arm, and beneath them there's scrambling to get the inflatable placed properly. He glances over at the other crane as Chimney finishes reascending it.

"I can't," Evan replies, his own voice strained as he grips onto Tommy's arm with both hands now. "Fuck, Tommy, I can't."

"Why not," he asks wearily.

"Because!" Evan yells at him. Several tears fall off his face in quick succession, one landing on Tommy's own face as it continues its descent downward.

Somehow, even from beneath him, even with most of his blood volume hanging out in the lower half of his body with no way to make it circulate properly, Tommy manages to give him that look, the one that says he's really paying attention.

"Evan." He says it like it's Evan who needs to be talked off the ledge, like he's the one hanging in the middle of the air being held up by a crane.

"You don't get to give up now," Evan growls at him. "You already did that to me once this week."

"Are we really talking about this now," Tommy asks him. His fingers slip a few millimeters, but Evan curls his hand tight under Tommy's elbow, trying to pull him up.

"Seems as good a time as any," he replies. A humorless laugh slips out of him.

"I've almost got it," Chimney calls from the other crane.

Evan gulps. "It was too much, too fast," he states. "Asking you to move in. I s-said things that made it sound like I wasn't invested-.."

"It's fine," Tommy replies, sounding mildly exasperated.

"No its not," Evan argues, squeezing tighter on Tommy's arm. "it's not. Because it made me sound like I was asking you to move in because it's the easy option, like I wanted you to stay without any consideration of what your life looks like outside of what we are. Or were."

Tommy stares up at him, still blinking slow and long. Evan pulls his arm up inches higher, trying to take more of the weight off of his lower body.

"But it's not that," he says, sniffling again. "I lept before thinking, a-and made it into a thing that it wasn't and has never been." He sniffles again. "I didn't ask you to move in because I wanted to be impulsive. I said it because I want a life with you, a-and I was afraid to own that and what that means for me." He pauses and gulps, lets out a breath. "I was so pissed at you for breaking up with me, a-and you were doing the same thing I did. You were protecting yourself." Tommy stares up at him, eyebrows quirked slightly in confusion.

"I thought if I didn't say it, it was safer, that we-..." He shakes his head at himself as he feels the tension pulling Tommy back toward Chimney starting to wane as the bolt cutters work through the metal. "But I also want the whole damn thing with you. I'm not in it because it's easy, or because you were the first man to kiss me. I'm in it because I'm in love with you."

Tommy stares up at him still, giving him that damn look again, and the slack goes looser, his weight becoming even heavier on Evan's arms.

"I love you," he repeats. "I love you so damn much."

Tommy grants him a weary smile. "I love you too, Evan."

His weight falls entirely on Evan then, and both of their arms jerk out straight, Evan leaned roughly over the crane as he tries to keep holding on.

"Evan, let go," Tommy tells him.

"Please," Evan begs him, and he's not even entirely sure what it is he's begging for. "Tommy-.."

"I love you too," he repeats. "But you have to let go."

Evan gulps, forces a breath in, forces his tunnel vision to open up, and realizes the inflatable is ready and will catch Tommy. "I'll meet you at the bottom."

"Sounds good," Tommy rasps. And then, against everything that tells him he should, Evan lets go, watching as Tommy drops the 30 feet onto the inflatable crash pad. As soon as his body hits, Evan is already double-timing his way down the ladder. He makes it down in what he's sure is record time, running past everyone else to get to Tommy's side. Hen already has him on a stretcher, attached to a dozen leads and assessing his legs.

"Risk of compartment syndrome," she states. "Likely dislocation of the left hip. He needs x-rays and we need to go."

"I'm going with," Evan announces, refusing to hear reason to any other option. His hand is tight in Tommy's as soon as he's next to him, his other hand combing down the other man's hair as he stares down into those blue eyes. They're already brighter from his circulation picking back up. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Good lord just kiss the man already," Gerrard calls from the back of the crowd. Evan whips his head around and Tommy leans up off he gurney, both of them giving the old grump a shocked expression.

"What?" He asks. He has that grumpy look on his face once more, like he still thinks that their lifestyle is beneath him (at the very least). "We all know it's what you're thinking. I just said it."

Evan turns back toward Tommy, and the blue eyes meet.

"My boyfriend's sister once said there better ways to get someone's attention than this," Tommy says. Evan lets out a laugh, color flushing through his cheeks at the dignification of boyfriend. He curls two fingers under Tommy's chin and kisses him, both of them ignorant of the whooping and hollering happening around them.

"Like that," he whispers when they finally part, pressing his forehead into Tommy's. Tommy has a hand fisted around Evan's shirt, keeping him close.

"Yeah, that works," he whispers back. "I love you, too, Evan. I love you, too."

[hayleymarriedjakurai]

mouthwashing x drdt

NOT a situation where im like "ok whit = daisuke" no. this is a different situation. their own scenario, trust. XF-Ture Express, despite its reputation for being one of the most reliable delivery services across the galaxy, has a terrible inside system. They have one of the lowest failure rates of the space freighters, being at a whopping 5% chance. Employees are paid a hefty amount, motivated by good working conditions on each ship with quality leisure activities and meal plans. But only the ones who earn it get such treatment. The hierarchy in which employees are forced to participate in never leaves the walls of the building. You do your job right and kill yourself working, you get assigned better ships with better shipments. It is as simple as that. So it is unfathomable when Captain Xander Matthews, considered one of the best, is assigned to a ship that is just barely allowed to launch. The "Fatebringer", is what it is called. It just scraped by inspection and is subpar for an XF-Ture ship, but supposedly it is necessary. Xander's job is not an easy one, but simple enough for someone of his caliber. He is to take this crappy ship, along with a shipment, to the exoplanet where the the better functioning ships are maintained and created. He and his crew will turn in this old junk ship for a sleek, modern one and move the shipment to it. Then on their way back, they will deliver it and return to Earth. Simple, they said. Child's play for a captain with so much experience. So it only makes sense for the best of the best to be assigned with him. Rose Lacroix. Her job is what is called 'the documenter'. She has no real purpose other than to keep track of supplies, as well as record daily minutes regarding every single thing that happens on board that is important to note. Due to her memory, she is considered the best to keep track of large quantities of items/the best to spot minor inconsistencies or things that are misplaced. She only needs to walk around a ship once to get it down properly. She has worked with Xander once before. Arturo Giles. The medic. He is apparently not new to this field despite being so young. He is usually quite unbearable and does not prefer to speak to his fellow employees, as most are deemed "too hideous". Despite his terrible personality, he is undeniably the best medic to have on a long assignment due to his quick efficiency. He claims that one day, the company will realize that he deserves better than what he has. (Despite being named the best medical employee.) He has worked with Rose twice, David once. J Moreno. The best mechanic for any ship, especially one as crap as the Fatebringer. When nothing needs to be fixed, she prefers to help out others if they need it (only if they deserve it, of course.) As much as she would prefer to stay on her own, she knows teamwork always comes first on long hauls. Her true identity is known to the company; they still put her actual name on all official documents and tech. She has to manually hide these things, as well as her ID card. Mariabella Rosales and XF-Ture collaborate a lot for financial purposes. She will advertise them with her existence/commercials/whatever, and they will pay her. And of course, never make J's employment public. If J weren't so good at what she does, they would not have cared. But they really like Mariabella's money so. As of now, Julia Rosales is considered MIA. David Chiem. Xander's co-pilot and good friend. David is usually the morale booster of his crews, always keeping spirits up and energy high despite the monotony of long hauls. He is usually who people will go to for advice or mental health discussions in place of the medic for two reasons: He cannot medically document anything, AND he is just such a fantastic listener! He always knows what to say! Xander and David have lost count of how many shipments they have done together. Teruko Tawaki. The stowaway of the Fatebringer who was not meant to be there. She was never meant to be there.

Teruko is usually assigned co-pilot. She has never worked with anyone else on the ship, so it is unclear whether or not her strange misfortune is known to any of them. Every ship she has ever been on has failed to bring their shipments on time- or at all. She has even seen crew members die in front of her. There have been near crashes, close calls...always when she is there. Nobody can terminate her. She has technically done nothing wrong, and firing her for no reason could mean a lawsuit or her spreading rumors about the company. So when Xander is given his assignment, he can only be dumbfounded when written in pen, he spots it. "Kill Teruko Tawaki. Find a way." And so Teruko is brought onto the ship, unconscious and hidden away. When she awakens, Xander will tell everyone that she is a surprise extra crew member. The excuse is that while she is usually co-piloting, XF-Ture is interested in having Teruko's skills expanded by having her shadowing the best of the best. Teruko, not remembering much, accepts this and trusts Xander. David's true personality is the same in canon: cold, cruel, manipulative. He feels threatened by Teruko's presence. After learning that her usual role is his, his theory is that she snuck onto the ship to prove she is better suited/to get him terminated. He treats her as normal UNTIL the crash. Xander is aware of Teruko's past jobs in vivid detail. He has been given reports, seen the documents...how much happens wherever she goes. He wants to get rid of her as soon as possible to keep the crew safe despite his guilt. Things go smoothly...until he receives word that XF-Ture is done for. It had only been two months, so what happened? The Rosales family suddenly stopped funding them, and everything crumbled after that. Nobody ever realized how much of their funding came from them. Xander felt mild relief. He truly does not want to kill a seemingly innocent woman for the company. After all, if she were truly responsible for any of those terrible things, they would have fired her with no hesitation. There must be a reason why she's still employed. But now they're all out of a job. What does that mean for them? Xander's mental health starts to plummet. Small things on board start to go wrong, and his first paranoid thought is to blame Teruko for being there. He becomes obsessed with reading over the reports from the crews that suffered in her presence. They were right; she's the cause. He confides in David, panicked and drained. Xander was a good man; far too good to kill anyone. Even if the people who told him to do so were technically no longer in charge of them...Teruko still needed to go. There's no reason to do the delivery, and there only thing they can really do is go to the exoplanet to swap out ships for a comfortable ride home. But with Teruko on board, there is no guarantee that they'll even get back to Earth. Xander tells him everything- too much. David decides that Teruko cannot make it back no matter what. Whatever field she gets to next will be riddled with destruction and possibly worse. Everyone here is at the top of XF-Ture, the best in a dead company. It is too late for any of them to climb to the top of another wage slave ladder. So he crashes the ship. Teruko Tawaki must die. If Xander cannot do it, he does not mind staining his filthy hands with more blood. What else happens? Who knows.

[pomeloandtv]

ok, that's two down, one more wish

ok, my girlfriend, when we are planning things, from now on occasionally i am going to suggest a completely disproportionate and unreasonable compromise, and when i do i wish that she will not recognise it as that, she will see it as a fair suggestion, clever even, like i've cut the gordion knot

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[six months later]

can we go camping this summer?

i dunno the mosquitos ate me alive last time, it ruined the experience

we'll get good mosquito repellent, i can investigate the best things we can do to prevent that, i promise

i dunno, i'm not convinced, lots of other things went wrong that last time

we just need to prepare properly for the trip! we know what went wrong now and so we know what we need to fix, we can do it!

hmmm, ok, how about, we go camping, you investigate the mosquito thing, we start writing a list of everything that went wrong last time, and start doing the research on preventing them, aaaaannnnnndd you get breast implants

"....."

honey?

no, i'm just thinking, that's ... good, really good, it's simple, it works, we can do this. oh my god we will have such good fun this time, i promise

but i mean, [raising eyebrow and cocking head], you know, big ones, like really fake looking too, maybe i should help decide

thank you so much! [big hug] this is so cool! just like that time we agreed who i could spend time with!

[hugging, stroking hair, laughing, maybe a bit too loud] or the time you agreed i should have complete control over your orgasms

[falsetto voice, happily, still hugging tightly] yyeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh

[barely able to contain himself] hahahahaaaaa ah haha [wiping a tear away] oh my god!

[breaking off the hug to look at him quizzically, then smiling] you're funny

[calming down] aah ha ahh [wiping another tear] ok, ok, i'm good, ha! you know me

that's right, i [playfully punches arm] know you. ha ok, i know already what kind of tent we should get and ...

now hang on, here's the order we should do things, we should start making a list of everything we need to get right for camping, but each of those problems will be quick to solve. but your boob job will take longer , both to plan and to heal, we need to start working on that first

ok, huh, but i don't even know where to begin, i've literally never thought about this kind of thing before, ever

right, so it is important to get a good doctor, but not every doctor will want to perform any surgery. you start by investigating potential surgeons, look for people with a good track record and reputation, that specialize in, uh ... [mimes two hefty breasts on his chest], you know? this is important to get right, so you don't need to stay local in your search

ok, i'll do that

meanwhile i'll start compiling pictures that you can show doctors of the types of boobs you want, you know figuring out dimensions and profile and the like

[excitedly clapping hands together in front of her chest] yay!

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[four months later]

[posting] hey everyone, new profile pic!

[sun-e-chips]

Idk if you've been asked this yet but if you haven't...

does the water park have underground tunnels? Like Disney level underground? Or not? because I know Disneyland uses them to allow cast members to get to their areas without being seen in clashing ones to "preserve the magic" and all that fun stuff (apparently they are longggg walks)

i was just curious if the park had them, and if so would underground races (literally) occur?

Hello hiiiiii @buzzybee3 !!!!!

Interestingly enough in a way the waterpark DOES have underground tunnels but not quite like what Disney has. It’s a water drainage system for all the slides and pools. This way if any “incidents” happen everything can be properly drained and sanitized, and the boys figured out a way to run a water reserve for these exact instances so the watery attraction can be up and running in no time. But everything is still regularly filtered and sanitized regardless, the reserve is just for emergencies. Nothing really for the boys to traverse the park in.

Walking around Sun, Moon and the Tikis freely roam the park as they please so in a way their always in character, but still fairly genuine. (no need for backstage paths) You bringing up cast members made me really want to dive into what life is like for the boys around WB:D

Im trying to think how best to describe Sun and Moon and their work vs leisure time around the park and resort … hmmmm

Though Sun and Moon co-own Waterspark Bay and split up the work, they do favor particular roles.

Sun: More of the financial and legal responsibilities, he handles the business side of running WB. (its all self taught, this stuff is very fun and interesting to him, which is great because it eats up a lot of his free time after park hours). Sun also makes a lot of the big decisions for the park, one example being the major reconstruction/renovations made to Waterspark Bay.

Moon: Very similar to a manager, he manages his team (the tikis) and schedules, the leader in the day to day operational decisions. Most things are reported to him (Moon is the behind the scenes leader, he does a lot of multitasking with meeting guest and park needs throughout the day) My boy is a stickler for safety and rules but having said that he knows how to break them. (What a hypocrite)

(Typing this I’m just now realizing the irony of Suns heavy working hours being at night while Moons is during the day… wow)

The Tikis fill the role of the employees; guest services, cleaning, maintenance, security, all the staff needed to fill those other roles in running a themepark and resort .

The boys still do a lot of guest interactions throughout the day though because they love it! This is where they started, this is the heart of everything they do, connecting with people and making their vacation as magical as possible. It’s the best way to find out what needs improving and to catch issues in need of quick fixes. They want to make that connection with you because it matters to them that you are enjoying yourself and making great memories.

As far as they’re concerned the money that comes from the park is money that goes into bringing a smile to your face!

…

Ok leisure

The boys do follow a schedule, but for the most part they walk around throughout the day wherever they feel they’re needed. They have the luxury to take a break whenever because they are comfortable and confident in the routine they built and if needed Sun and Moon could take an entire day off because the Tikis get the drill. (Moon would probably still be peeking at Tiki updates because he just can’t help it)

Yes even if they were on a break guests will still approach them wanting to talk, ask questions or take photos but they don’t mind they’re always happy to interact. (If the boys really wanted a break they know how to get it, empty resort rooms, in-between closed dinning hours, low guest traffic times, staff/maintenance areas etc.) but I would say they do most of the approaching to guests, people walk up to them maybe around 15 times a day which isn’t a lot. And guests typically don’t approach if Sun or Moon are currently talking to someone. *wink *wink

(Thank you so much for your questions and letting me ramble haha)

[noahxeditz]

The Butterfly Effect

TBHK Theory - THREAD 🧵

MANGA SPOILERS - Part 1

This isn’t to hurt anyone’s feelings but to explain how the butterfly effect works!

If anything is incorrect, please inform me & explain!!

It gives me an excuse to fall down a rabbit hole…☆

✧. ┊  The butterfly effect, the best way to explain it is;

You get asked a yes or no question, you don’t know the outcome of this.

Let’s make a quick scenario!:

You’re going on vacation, will you go to Canada or Japan??

It’s a big decision however…

let’s say if you go to Canada, your plane crashes, everyone is ok but now you have to go on another plane and now have to change your whole schedule!

If you go to Japan, the plane ride will be put back then the plane ride is loud & when you arrive you realise you haven’t properly booked your apartment & lost your luggage!

Both opinions have a different outcome,

If you had the power to go back in time, would you change your answer? OR…

would you have just cancelled the flight all together & have a vacation where you are to not even be in that predicament in the first place?

If you said the “cancel the flight all together” then you would be getting rid of the whole root of the problem!

See where I’m going with this…?

Just like Kako, all they know is that Amane was fixing the clock & Tsukasa was watching…

But what lead to Amane needing to fix the clock in the first place?

The only way to know is by looking for the main cause in which Hanako mentions that Tsukasa was an imposter… which can be a cause in itself

Even though WE, the readers know he isn’t, but the characters don’t.

The only information they have (including the following in the panel) is that Amane was fixing the clock & Tsukasa wanted to see the clock smash into little pieces.

But what would have lead to that? Of course, if that was just it then yes!

Amane would have been punished for touching the clock however Kako mentions that something deeper was involved…

otherwise who else would’ve gone back to Amane’s and Tsukasa’s 4th birthday…

but then it was brought to my attention that, how do we know it’s Kako?

What if it’s future nene or even future Amane??

If future Amane then the butterfly effect would’ve kicked in

Amane would’ve remembered that future him had told himself that Kako is changing the future which COULD have lead to Amane having to being contacted to Kako

If Nene then she can somehow time travel on her own or it’s in the future chapters…

However the issue to that is, is that it completely contradicts what Kako’s had said & most importantly, nene time travelling…

I’ll get this out the way first, Nene said that she wanted to learn more about Amane in which Tsukasa decided to take on that wish for her.

There first actual introduction, the tea party arc. nene sees Amane Yugi in person, picking up his key.

This has caused the butterfly effect as 4 days later, Amane gives Tsuchigomori the Luna rock.

Part 2 >>

[lovrre]

princesses last berzatto dinner~ prt 1

Carmen berzatto x black female reader

Word count: 5k

summary : Y/n, also known as Princess, returns home to Chicago for a final Christmas dinner with the Berzattos before permanently moving to Los Angeles. Saying goodbye to the family she invited herself into when she was only six.This Dinner may be the last opportunity for y/n and Carmen to makeup before they go their separate ways forever. Will they make the most of this chance.(the way that she was supposed to be short  and sweet, I literally ended up writing 8,000 words…. Anyway this will probably be a three-part series)

warnings: cursing, drug use (weed), drinking, smoking(cigarettes), smut… and probably a bunch other stuff

You knock on the front door with your right hand trying to balance the metal pan of banana pudding you brought in your left. You can see your breath in the air as you breathe due to how cold it is outside. There are no responses from when you knocked the first time so you knock again slightly harder. Still no answer, You start getting irritated with the cold air nipping at your bare legs and the pan that keeps trying to lean right. Just when you think of leaving, Richie opens the door with a confused look on his face.

“Please Don’t make that stupid face, Donna asked me to come so I’m here,” you say walking passed him into the living room, “I didn’t even say anything” you hear Richie mumble before closing the door.

As soon as you walk inside you're greeted by the loud familiar sounds of the Berzatto home. Christmas music played in the background as everyone talked loudly amongst themselves. You go to take off your coat and put it on the coat rack by the entrance. Natalie stops you Putting her arm over your shoulder And directing you through the hallway.

“Finally someone sane,” she says turning to you “Jesus you look great” she sighs looking up at you “I look a mess, I haven’t slept properly in days. I’m stressed out of my mind, Mom’s at like six right now and I can’t- is this the pudding?” Natalie asks interrupting herself, gesturing to the the metal pan in your hand. “Mmh” you hum with a sight smile “Awww you made the small pan this time,” she says with a little pout “Yeah, I decided last minute to come so I didn’t have time to….” you say realizing you’ve said too much. Sugar’s face drops slightly, “It’s just-��� you say trying to defend yourself but Natalie interrupts

“you don’t have to explain yourself, trust me I understand... I’m just glad you came, but I had hoped you and Carm worked things out by now” Sugar says with a sad smile

“I did too, but I think it’s permanent this time,” you say trying your best to sound unbothered. “Well, you still have me,” Sugar says giving you a tight side hug. “That I do,” you say giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t stress, I’ll handle Donna” you say giving her a reassuring look. “That’s probably for the best, I think you’re probably the one who can”.

You nod walking towards the kitchen. When you walk in you see Donna’s back facing you, she's moving back and forth from the cutting board, pot, and oven. You walk up slowly behind her rubbing her back to notify her you‘re here. She jumps a little grabbing her chest.

“Y/n you scared the shit out of me,” Donna says with a big smile, she wraps her arms around you. hovering her butter-covered hands so she doesn't get any on your jacket. “Oh you look so beautiful,” Donna says gesturing like she wants to hold your face “Has Carmy seen you?” she says quickly turning around to turn something off on the stove. “No, not yet“ you reply looking around the room for somewhere to put your coat hoping she would drop the topic. “That’s OK I’ll call him for you,” Donna says fixing her mouth to yell. “No, no it’s ok Donna-“

“CARMEN GET IN HERE NOW, Y/N HERE!” Donna yells angrily at the top of her lungs. “You didn’t have to do that Donna I was gonna talk to him eventually,” You say letting out an annoyed sigh “So…I just sped it up, What’s the problem?” she says returning to her pot. “Nothing never mind,” you say dropping it. You hear heavy loud footsteps running into the kitchen and turn your head to see what it is.

“What, What is it? what’s the matter!” Carmy says irritated and frantic from the entrance of the kitchen. “Good you're here, look how fucking beautiful she is Carmy, it’s she fucking beautiful,” Donna says gesturing to you. You give Carmen a little wave and he nods dismissively making you instantly regret it. The feeling of Aggravation washes over you and you get the urge to be an asshole. “Carmen tell her she looks fucking beautiful!” Donna says getting irritated.

“No Ms.D it’s okay If Carmen wants to be disrespectful let him be disrespectful,” you say with a dramatic shrug trying to keep the smile off your face. “Carmen” Donna says staring him down. “Ma look she’s fucking with you, look she’s smiling,” Carmen says. trying to plead his case “CARMEN!“ Donna yells making you jump slightly. There’s a silence that settles in the room before he talks “You look…good, y/n” Carmy says reluctantly. “Aww thanks, babe,” you say sarcastically giving him a tight-lipped smile. Carmen gives you a nasty look before leaving the kitchen and you get the urge to flip him off even after he already left.

“I guess the Los Angeles is treating you well,” Donna says while stirring something. “Huh?” You asked confused “Your coat, it looks expensive,” she says taking the spoon out of the pot and banging it on the edge to get off the extra sauce. “It wasn’t, I got it from a friend”

you reply shorty trying to quickly change the topic “Anyway how have you been” you ask with a small smile. Donna goes completely silent for a second and you worry you said something wrong,“ I need you to redo my roots tomorrow are you spending the night?” Donna asks ignoring your question completely taking her finger and tasting the sauce off the spoon. “No I got a hotel- have you asked Natalie to do it?” You ask leaning against the counter. “So she can get dye everywhere, no- what’s that?” Donna questions mid-sentence, pointing at your pan making your heart drop.

“Banna pudding?” you say hoping you weren't about to be the cause of a breakdown. Donna lets out a relieved sigh at your words. “For a second I thought you made fish”. Donna says with a laugh that makes you uncomfortable turning around and resuming her cooking. “Ms. D you know, I know better” you chuckle trying to find a place to put your pan on the crowded counter, you hesitantly put the tin pan close to the edge because it's the only spot available. You also take off your coat placing it on an empty chair by the entrance of the dining room. “I'm so glad you came, I was just telling Michael “y/n coming”, he didn't believe me but I told him you were on-” a loud ringing of food timer interrupted her. She quickly turns it off with sauce-covered fingers before yanking open the oven.

“Fuck” Donna says loudly grabbing her oven mitts and throwing the hot pan onto the counter. “Y/n hand me the knife over there,” Donna says not turning around. You quickly get the knife and hand it to her upside down when you feel arms wrap around you from behind. “THE PRINCESS IS HERE!” Michael announces picking you up off the ground and spinning you. “GET OFF” you yell trying to get out of his grasp. “Don't do that shit in here,” Donna says shooing the two of you towards the kitchen entrance. Michael puts you back on the ground and you readjust your dress that rode up slightly.

Fak walks in with a dramatic surprised expression plastered on his face “Princess?” Fak says with a big smile walking up and hugging you, You try to protest but he squeezes you tighter swaying side to side. “Ok ok, that's enough,” you say finally breaking free “Why is everyone so huggy suddenly” you say adjusting your dress again.

“Because We haven’t seen you in forever,” Fak says with a smile that makes you suddenly feel a little bad for not telling any of them this was your last Christmas dinner together or probably any dinner here because you were moving to LA for good. “It’s been a couple of months,” You say walking back into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. “It's been like nine, princess,” Michael says following behind you with Fak. You open the cabinet where Donna keeps the glasses before your brain tells you to ask. “Can I use a glass?” you turn around to ask hand already on the stem of it. “Of course y/n...” she says before taking a pause, putting her knife down on the cutting board

“You know what I think princess, I think you’ve been away from home too long...you’re starting to act shy like you don't know us….Getting hotels. You're Just like Carmen, you two pop in and out as you please“ Donna says resumeing her chopping faster than before. You let out a sigh wiping your face in frustration at the topic “I have missed you at the beef” Fak chimes in nodding his head annoyingly while chewing on something. “fak why are talking right now?” you say quickly giving him a shut the fuck up look, and he does. “fuck Princess I hate to agree with him but he’s right, when’s the last you came and got your sandwich?” Michael asks lifting an eyebrow.

“My job is in Los Angeles so I’m usually in Los Angeles I don't see what the problem is here,” you say looking in the drawers for a wine bottle opener. “It's in that one,” Donna says, pointing to the drawer, close to her. You retrieve the wine opener and she continues. “I'm just saying y/n it would be nice if you visited more often,” Donna says shrugging her shoulders, throwing onions in the pot. You sigh internally not wanting her to start the same lecture you’ve heard a million times before. You don't say anything so Michael starts up again

“Princess you know, I really didn't think we’d see you again. I didn't, Mom told me you were coming, I said no fucking way. After last year you didn't show up I thought we had lost you and that fucking pudding forever”

Michael says laughing while leaning against the counter where you put your pan. “Actually where’s that shit, I need to continue the tradition,” Michael says turning his head and his body slightly side to side looking for it, in the process pressing his back against the pan pushing it closer towards the edge. “can you stop? STOP STOP!” you scream running behind Michael grabbing your pan before it fell “Pay the fuck attention you were about to drop it all over the damn floor!” you say angrily holding the pan far away from him. “And you Must be diluted if you think I’m gonna let you put your dirty ass finger in my pudding again, it's not happening,” you say discretely looking around for a place to hide

It.

“Ooo not so shy anymore,” Michael says in a taunting, older brother tone “I can't fucking think with you two yelling in my ear!” Donna declares her jittery hands, repeatedly, pressing the side of her ear. “My bad Ms.D,” you say lowering your tone. “See what the fuck you did now I'm getting yelled at,” you say going back to finishing pouring your wine. “I'm not yelling,” Donna says still chopping away “I'm sorry Ms. D I didn't mean like that I just meant, like getting in trouble,” you say looking at her for approval. “Mmh” she hums not looking up from the cutting more. You Hear Richie laugh followed by some corny dramatic claps. “what the fucks so funny?” you ask already annoyed by his presence. “I don’t know maybe watching, you cower, “sorry Ms. D, My bad Ms.D” Richie says laughing.

You stare at him, blank-faced for a minute before talking, “Did you think that was funny? Fak did you think it was funny fak?” you ask giving a knowing look. “No not really” Fak mumbles “Right, because it wasn't,” you say annoyed taking a big swig of your wine. “I thought it was funny,” Michael says

“of course, you thought that was funny Michael everything’s a fucking joke to you,” you say aggressively taking another sip of your wine. “Wow...really” you hear Riche says trying to egg Michael on. “Low blow” you hear fak humble you internally you cursed yourself for saying it but it was too late. “What’s that supposed mean y/n…” Michale says his tone serious “Do we have to do this?” you mumble downing the rest of your wine. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!” Michael yells. “Nothing, nothing, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you say trying to calm down the situation and not laugh, something about Michael being mad was always really funny to you. You think it's because you knew he was never serious Michael could never stay mad at you. You bring your hand to your mouth trying to hold in your laughter and the wine but it only makes Michael angrier.

“What’s so fucking funny?”Michael says a small smile pulling at his lips as a result of yours but you can tell he’s still really upset. “Nothing,” you say shruging your shoulders trying to act nonchalant.

You glance over Donna and see her staring down at the pot in a daze tapping her finder on the edge of the counter. Before you could warn Michael to just leave it You see his eyes flicker down to the tin pan in your hand and it's like you see the idea pop into his head. “NO!-” you say before A loud familiar sound of the food timer going off triggering Donna. “GET THE FUCK OUT! ALL OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT” Donna yells waving the knife around

You do as told bolting out of the kitchen with your pudding in hand. Michael follows close behind trying to catch up with you. You bump into some people as you run through the house like kids. You do your best to keep Michael at a distance and not drop the pan. He finally gets tired on your third lap around the house giving up when you run up the stairs. You laugh at his lack of stamina and you use the time to hide the pan in the empty closet in the hallway. Once you’re back downstairs you decide to sit on the couch to catch your breath.

You sit down on the plastic-covered couch next to a sleeping old lady and cousin Michelle. Stevie’s on the other side her along with Lee “What was that about?” Michelle asked with a small chuckle. As you get comfortable on the couch “I don’t even want to get into it” you say closing your eyes “Do you two fight every year?” Stevie asks leaning forward so he can see you better. “We didn’t fight last year,” you say with your eyes still closed.

“You weren’t here last year,” Stevie says scrunching up his face in confusion. “Well, I guess that answers your question,” you say while yawning. You open your eyes realizing you forgot to ask something. “Oh I almost forgot,” you say slowly lowering your voice

“Do you know who this is?” you mouth gesturing to the old lady next to you with her mouth wide open. You watch as Mitchell's gears turn as she tries to remember “I think that's my aunt” Michelle laughs blowing smoke out the side of her mouth. “Since when do you smoke without me?” you say plucking the blunt out of her hand taking a pull “Since you decided on playing tag with Micheal and left me with Dumb and Dumber,” Michelle says gesturing to Fak and his brother. “Oh no...what the fuck are they wearing?” you say blowing out smoke “It was bad enough on one,” you cough passing the blunt back to Michelle. “It's like the shining but worse” Michelle says, making you laugh

“So What’s up with you and cousin?” Michelle asks taking a pull. You let out a sigh mentally preparing yourself for the conversation. “Too much,” you say slouching slightly on the couch “At first it was good, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, but I liked Carmen. But I also wasn’t ready for a relationship And he didn't like labels and we liked each other so it seemed perfect. We'll just figure out our feelings together type shit, you know” you say making unnecessary hand motions. “Mmhh” cousin Michelle hums before taking another pull passing you the blunt. You take a pull before talking “But then you blink and it’s been 3 years and he still doesn’t want a relationship,” you say feeling your brain start to get cloudy.

“do you know this whole time you guys have been calling me Carm’s girlfriend we had never made it official, I was never actually his girlfriend,” you say annoyed “But you guys fucked right?” Michelle asks concerned “Of course we fucked, we fucked a lot…a concerning amount at one point…” Michelle slightly scrunches up her face in disgust “You asked!” you say in a high-pitched voice defending yourself

“Anyway,” you say shaking the memory out of your head, taking another quick puff before handing the bunt back. “Should we be smoking next to her?” You ask looking over at the old lady sleep mouth still open. “She’ll be fine…if anything were doing her a favor she’s like 103,” Michelle said taking a sip of her wine. “Really?” “Yep” “That’s insane, good for her,” you say nodding

“Anyway, I’m saying all of this to say, I’m ready for a real relationship and he's not. I love him to death cousin but I can’t anymore…” you say reaching for her cup of wine. “Is that why you didn’t come last year?” Michelle says passing the cup to you “That and, I love LA cousin…I love it. Chicago will always be my home but I just thrive in LA…and I don't do that here, you know?” you say taking a sip of her wine. “I get it, Princess, I'm happy you found somewhere away from all this shit. Just don't forget we're family, It might not be by blood but you’re still my baby cousin” Michelle says, making you laugh. “Always,” you say with a smile

You don't realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re waking up to Michael’s voice. He’s sitting on an ottoman in the living room, with a gray blanket around his head like a Russian lady’s scarf. Telling the story of how you got your nickname, you sit up so you can hear better. You’ve heard this story a hundred times but you never got tired of listening to it because it was about you.

“And then this little girl with two puffs in her hair in a princess costume comes stomping up the porch steps demanding to see Carmen” Michale says while laughing making a stomping motion while sitting. You smile at his use of the word puffs, something he wouldn't know without you. “And of course, I'm confused I've never seen this kid before and she’s demanding things?” Michael says laughing “So I go to the door to tell her off and I kid you not, seven year old y/n looks me up and down and says, “I said Carmen” The whole living room chuckles including you. Your eyes drift behind Michael to the entrance of the room where Carmen is standing. Once The two of you lock eyes everyone’s voices begin to fade into the background and you can almost barely hear Michael talking about the stink attitude you had as a kid.

“Can we talk?” Carmen mouthes leaning against the entrance. You nod grudgingly and Carmy smiles slightly walking upstairs to his room. You follow behind him in silence internally, cursing yourself for agreeing. Once in his childhood bedroom, you sit awkwardly on the bed that you and Carmen share so many memories in, in your teenage years. “Soooo You wanted to talk?” you say looking around the room trying to avoid the awkward silence. “Um yeah…” Carmen says leaning against his old desk opening a box of cigarettes. “I uhhh…I wanted to say I'm sorry” Carmen says looking down, fidgeting with a cigarette “For all that shit I put you through, with the internship and all the arguing you didn't deserve that,” Carmen says bringing the cigarette to his lips. “I’m glad you finally realized that,” you say slightly irritated.

there's an awkward bit of silence while Carmen digs in his pocket for a lighter making you rethink your tone “I'm sorry…you’re trying to apologize which is rare so ill try to be less of an asshole” you say making Carmen chuckle “but Carmen I hope you know an apology isn't gonna make everything better” You say trying not to sound too much like an ass “then what will” Carmen mumbles “huh?” you ask barely able to hear him “what the fuck can I do to make it better y/n. I miss my best friend…I’v tried to call you, but you got me blocked -“ you cut him off quick “oh my god can cut the fucking act Carmen” you say shaking you head annoyed but his words. ”what act?” He asks his tone slightly rising

“Here you go..” you say rolling your eyes knowing he’s about to start yelling “WHAT FUCKING ACT-“ Carmen yells you cut him off “THE ACT WHERE YOU PRETEND TO ACTUALLY GIVE FUCK” says raising your voice this time. “You don’t get to pretend like all we had was a falling out and now your “ best friend” won’t answer your calls, Carmen you broke my heart… that's why you’re fucking blocked. I don’t want to speak to you! ” you yell feeling yourself get increasingly angry

“YOU FUCKING LEFT ME, I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU!” Carmen yells turning slightly red “YES BECAUSE WE WERN’T GOING ANYWHERE!” You yell “If it were up to you we would be friends with benefits until we're fucking 80!” Carmen goes silent which just makes you angrier “Yeah I’m done,” you say standing up to make your way to the door but are stopped by Carmen grabbing your wrist.

“ I still want us to talk,” he says pulling you away from the door and into him. It had been a long time since you had been that close to him and as much as you didn’t want to admit it you liked it. “What can we talk about that we didn’t already say” you say lowering your voice, the proximity making you slightly nervous.

Carmen’s eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes “Did I already tell you that I love you” Carmen knows what he's doing so he takes advantage of the situation dropping his grasp from your wrist to your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “It’s not happening Carmen,” you say stepping back while trying to pull your hand from his but he doesn’t let you out of his grasp. “Why not?” He ask pulling you back in the same position as before sounding oblivious to the argument you two had minutes ago. “Because it not gonna change shit, you're going to back to having a blast in New York and I'm gonna go back to doing what I was doing in LA,” you say trying to act unaffected by his touch. He suddenly lets go of your hand and you instantly miss the feeling. “What Do you think I’m doing in New York y/n?” Carmen asks anger slightly lacing his voice

You roll your eyes “So you’re trying to tell me you’re not enjoying yourself at all in New-“ Carmen quickly cut in “-No, no I’m not enjoying myself, I’m fucking miserable. I can’t sleep, I’m throwing

Up all the time-“It was your turn interrupt “ THEN WHY? WHY LEAVE, WHY EVEN FUCKING DO IT!” You yell your anger getting control over you “BECAUSE I CAN’T STAY HERE, MICHAEL DOESN’T WANT ME HERE YOU DON’T WANT ME!” Carmen yells then immediately tries to gain his composure “i dont see why I would stay” Carmen says wiping his face with a frustrated sigh. “I just miss you y/n…I know I would be better with you there” He says looking down at his hands with tired eyes. As much as you wanted to fight it, your heart ached at his words and your subconscious urged you to walk closer. You missed him desperately, and that little wif of his scent that you got earlier was enough for you to break.

Once you closed the gap between you too you started tenderly running your hand through Carmen’s hair like you used to like you used to. His shoulders relaxed and he looked up at you with slightly darker eyes swirling with sadness and desire. You knew what was going to follow and you hated the fact you yearned for it.

You don't know who started the kiss first but you knew it was hungry and passionate. In seconds Carmen had you on your back on the bed with his body on top of you. You two kissed each other like starved animals,” Fuck I missed this” Carmen huffs breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt. You almost moan at the sight of his newly grown muscles. “Prove it,” you say with a wicked smile creeping onto your lips. Carmen doesn't reply right away lips crashing back down on yours. Without breaking the kiss Carmen takes your hand and guides it down the front of his pants. where you feel his hard bulge through his jeans. You gasp at the feeling and you feel Carmen smile against your lips. “Is that proof enough?” he whispers into your ear making shivers run down your spine. Trying not to move too much you fumble with his belt buckle. After a couple of tugs, the belt comes undone and Carmen rips off his pants throwing them in a corner of the room

You pull up your dress bunching it at your waist so Carmen has easy access. He groans at your eagerness which makes your walls clench around nothing. He starts leaving kisses on your kneecap down to your inner thigh making you shiver. “I need to taste you” Carmen groans now looking up at you from between your thighs “We don't have time” you moan out as his kisses get closer and closer to your heat. “I work fast,” Carmen says pulling off your panties in one swift movement “fuck you're so wet” he groans ducking his head down between your thighs. You sink your hand into his hair pulling him up “I need you now!” you say sternly bringing his face closer to yours.

” How badly?”

He groans into your neck making your walls clench around nothing again. “Badly” you breathe out wrapping your arms around Carmen’s neck and pulling him closer. He lets out a low groan looking down between the both of freeing himself from his boxers. Lining himself up with your entrance he wastes no time pushing himself halfway inside you. You let out a loud moan and then quickly brought your hand to your mouth remembering his whole family was Downstairs. Carmen smiles at the reaction pushing himself all the way in. Which made Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the full size of him. you missed how it felt between the two of you when you fucked the LA dick just didn't compare.

“Fuck It’s like you got tighter” Carmen moans starting a steady pace, you wanted to reply but the feeling of him inside was too overpowering. His thrust became deeper and faster and you wonder if he was going to create a new record for how fast you’ve came. “DON’T STOP!” you moan loudly reaching your hand up to touch the headboard. “I won't, I won't ever stop” Carmen groans continuing his thrusts now circling your clit with his hand. You almost see stars at the added sensation “You're squeezing me so fucking tight” Carmen says trying to catch his breath. “Ooo I fucking hate you” you almost scream out feeling your release nearing. “You hate me?” he asks pressing his forehead against yours, you can’t vocally, respond so you know your nod, your head. “No, say it” Carmen groans angryly as he pounds into you. You breathe heavily and try to calm yourself “I hate- OH MY FUCKING GOD!” You cry, you try to gather the words but your orgasm hits you like a truck before you can finish. “If you hated me would have gotten this removed by now” Carmen huffs out dragging his finger over the heart tattoo with a C in it. positioned on the corner of your pelvic area that you got while drunk in college. Carmen keeps fucking you through your orgasm but by the way you're squeezing him you can tell he's not far behind. “I can’t fucking leave this” you hear him mumble before his thrust becomes sporadic. He's quiet until he's close to finishing pushing himself in deep as he can “fuck I'm cumming” Carmen says pumping his seed deep inside you.

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It's not long after that you quickly get up and put your clothes back on, As he got up to do the same there was an awkward silence that fell on the room. You had this sad feeling weighing on your shoulders and you didn't know how to explain it. but you knew you had to leave. You wonder if the dead silence in the room was actually, awkward or was it only like that because you felt awkward. When you went to the corner of the room to retrieve your panties Carmen finally spoke. “Is something wrong?” he asked slightly irritated with how you were acting. “No, I just don't want anyone to get suspicious,” you say plainly walking out the door now fully dressed leaving him by himself. You go to the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup waiting until you hear Carmen go downstairs before leaving. Once downstairs you sit back down on the couch next to Michelle.

“You smell like sex,” Michelle says leaning over into your ear. “Uggghh” you groan burying your head in your hands making her Laugh “Girl I fucked uppp,” you say face still in your hands. “What’s the issue you don't want to get back together with him?”Michelle asks trying to stifle her laughter. “No, not right now… I got too much shit going on right in LA to let him drag me to New York… And that” you say making a hand gesture upstairs “is gonna make him think I'm going with him” You say getting increasingly stressed. Michelle goes silent for a while before finally talking “You gotta tell him Princess” she says giving you a sad smile “You right I-”

You cut yourself off realizing that there’s a conversation going on around you. Quickly you gather that the conversation between Lee and Michael has become serious. “I’m sorry?” Michael asks confused “The story…we’ve heard it a million times,” Lee says gesturing to the people in the room “No Lee, like you have…and cousin has,” Michael says gesturing to Richie behind him, “I haven't” cousin Michelle says raising her hand “Me neither” you say raising your hand too even though you probably had “ I have but I like it” fak brother chimes in

“It's a good story,” Fak says nodding, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Yeah Lee chill out or fuck off let us tell the fucking story,” Richie says readjusting himself in the chair, annoyed “ANYWAYS, after finding the ATM-” Riche starts but is cut off by Lee “-no I’ll finish it. I’ll finish it! You sold the car and then at the end, you find the horse” Lee says with a proud shit-eating grin. “Ass hole” you mumble under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance. “Good for you Lee that's… that's great, you’re like a real genuine fucking asshole,” Michael says looking up at him annoyed. “B-Because I cut off the story you told a million times? Why don’t you finish your business plan?” Lee says well, moving the glass of whiskey back and forth in his hand. “Now You're doing too much,” you say followed by Richie “All right that’s enough!” Fiche says trying to end the conversation. “Come on, you're veering,” Michelle says trying to reason with Lee “Where's that tomato sauce prospectus, Michael?” he asks doubling down. “Come on Lee cut it” you try to say sternly seeing Michael stare off dazed in the distance. “Where’s the frozen pizza plan?-”

“What's wrong with you?” you ask watching Lee persistently poke “What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him h-” Michelle tries to cut him off again “You're veering!” she yells again trying to shut Lee up. “That's ahhh…. that’s enough,” Richie says uncomfortably glancing over at Michael. Uncle Jimmy, walks in a part of you relaxes hoping the conversation will lighten. “Hi unc,” Michelle says with a light voice, hoping to switch the vibe in the room. “Hey, hunny,” he says, with a smile. You give a small wave “Nice to see you princess” There’s an awkward beat of silence “fucks going on in here…” Jimmy says looking around the room.

“This jackoff talking shit,” Michael says looking down and you roll your eyes at the possibility of another argument “Which jackoff,” Unc asks readjusting his glasses “This jackoff,” Lee says pointing to himself. You had to physically stop yourself from saying “At least he knows it”

“What about jackoff?” Uncle Jimmy asks still confused. “About how like I don't finish shit…” Michael says starting to trail off “Not stories he finishes those…over and over,” Lee says with a drunk smile.

“Mikey, come on….” Uncle Jimmy says giving him a weak shrug. you know they’re right, but you can’t help but suck your teeth. Pete walks into the room sounding like Santa Claus talking about a tuna delivery with a square metal pan, in his hand. You physically cringe at the idea of it being fish “ Mikey what is up bro” Pete says smiling, repeatedly, tapping Michael on the shoulder in an awkward kid-like manner.

“You know it’s seven fishes right Pete?” Michael asks looking up at the metal pan in his hand. “Yeah… that's why I brought this” Pete says pointing to the pan with a smile. “That’s the eighth fish bro,” Michelle says knowingly. You don’t even chime in knowing poor Pete, was about to get chewed alive “What we can’t have one more?” he says smiling and looking around the room awkwardly. “That makes absolutely no sense. I can’t even figure out the logic of that” Lee says continuing to Dick eat. “What?” Pete says with an awkward laugh, looking around the room. “You're so fucked” Uncle Jimmy laughs giving him a tight-lipped smile.

Carmen walks into the room to tell everybody that dinner is ready “Family come on let’s sit Dinners ready!” Carmen says, clapping his hands trying to get everybody up. “HEY, no way carmy, what’s up brother?” Pete says putting his arm around Carmen awkwardly. “Hey, hey- woah woah woah, what is that? What is that?” Carmen says pointing to the metal pan in Pete's hand “Don't tell him” Michelle says from the couch You don’t say anything hoping Carmen didn’t notice you on the couch. “It's nothing, it's nothing,” Pete says trying to play it off. “S-stevie what is that, What is it?” Carmen asked Stevie from the couch “You’re going to be upset, but his heart was in the right place Carm” Stevie said, with a tight, lipped smile. “It’s a tuna casserole,” Lee says from behind Carmen and you actually have to stop yourself from laughing because he resembles a demon hiding over his shoulder like that. “It's seven fishes, Pete,” Carmen says and you can you can already tell he’s about to blow. “ I know….they didn’t communicate,” Pete says sadly ” This would make eight fishes, That- That would make us assholes right?” Carmen asked the vein in his neck starting to protrude the more he spoke. “Why are you doing this to me?” Carmen asks irritated

looking up at him. “Ok I-” Pete starts “DON’T LET HER FUCKING SEE IT,” Carmen says walking away. You feel a little bad after watching the scene unfold knowing that Carmen was probably taking out some of the anger you caused on poor Pete. You watch as Sugar greets Pete grabbing the tin pan from him and throwing it outside.

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Right before the dinner starts, you catch Michael in the hallway upstairs while you’re looking for the phone you left in Carm's room. “Hey Mikey,” you say giving him a slightly sad smile thinking of the conversation in the living room. “Hey sis,” Michael says with a smile like he's trying to hide the fact that he‘d been crying. The sad look on his face physically pains you and walk over to give him a big hug. “You know I love you to

the moon back right?” you say tightening the hug. You feel Michael nod and you smile. “Don’t let Lee piss you off, he was doing way too much” you say finally releasing him from the hug, walking over to the steps.

You sit on the top stair and gesturing for Michael to sit too. He does sit back some so you both can fit. “I'm not worried about that prick” Michael scoffs readjusting himself. “It's ok to be…he said some fucked up shit,” you say looking over at him. “I’m not though,” Michael says sternly. Silence fills the room for a moment as you carefully think your next words. “Michael I know You might think that no one sees you but I want you to know I do…” You look over at him for a response, He doesn’t say anything so you continue “ I'm not going to lie and act like I know what you’re struggling with…but I know you. And I know you’re hurting I-” he cuts you off “-I am fine princess I promise” Michael says, trying to laugh it off

“Michael I'm dead fucking serious,” you say looking him in his slightly glossy eyes. “ I don’t want to see the end up like my mom….I see it in you're eyes that fogginess, the sadness. I don't care what time of day it's or how you think I will see you, You fucking call me ok” you say feeling your eyes begin to well up with tears “shit I’m not supposed to be crying” you laugh wiping your tears and look up to see Michael eyes starting to do the same. “I just really don't want you to die,” you say trying to wipe your tears as you speak but they keep coming. Michael elopes you into a big hug “I'm not going anywhere Princess” he says his voice breaking slightly. You feel his warm tears drop on your shoulder and enjoy the fact that Michael feels secure enough to cry with you. When you two are done crying on each other Michael pulls back and you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand “You smell like sex” Michael says plainly causing you to laugh, small tears still dropping from your eyes. “Yeah me and Carmen…” you say trailing off “I gathered,” Michael says laughing hard which made you feel better.

You calm yourself down taking a deep breath before speaking “Well before I started crying, I was trying to tell you, if you ever miss me or need somewhere to crash or you even just want a change of scenery. You can come to visit me at My place in LA because….I'll be there permanently” you say nervously waiting for his reaction. “Do you like it over there?” Michael asks the corner of his lip twitching down. “Love it,” you say with a small smile. “Then I’m happy for you,” he says with a sad smile.

“You’re the first person I told,” you say letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Not even Carmy?” Michael asks raising his eyebrow. “Not even Carmy,” you say shaking your head. “Michael! Y/N WHERE WAITING!” you hear someone yell from downstairs. “ I meant what I said Michael call me, I sent you the address already,” you say sitting up, walking down the stairs to the dining room, “I’M SERIOUS!” you yell out from the bottom of the step.

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING YALLS OPINIONS🤭

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Finally Home

(Thing I wanted to write after the end of the long chain with @ask-elliot-doorman-fam ! Tag is there because Tera is mentioned. WARNING. It's long I'm sorry. )

The week that it took to get back home was, blessedly, cut into more like four days. Hafiz was quick to figure out the proper path, and while they needed a short detour to find the panicked child and securely tape Hack up so he wouldn’t be able to get up to anything after what he had done to cause the detour in the first place. Over the course of the ride, the child had warmed up a bit more to Mo, whom had taken care of some babysitting duties when Hafiz needed to pay attention to actual spaceship piloting.

In between those moments, Hafiz did paperwork. Adoption pages filled out, information input for an up in expected rations, and a few orders to finish off some of the work that he had been doing before the whole adventure were just a few things. He took care to personally see that Hack was fed properly, and that Mo and the child got their proper shares. He took his position as the one in charge fairly seriously.

Which is why he got some help putting his arm in a sling after something failed during their landing. The ship was certainly not perfect, but it was not made to handle two take offs and two landings. He had to hiss a bit at the pain, but held it in as best he could for the sake of the worried green eyes that stared at him from the bottom-bunk-turned-child-cave.

“Papa?” The little voice still made his damn heart melt, the pain taking a back seat as he looked to the little drone that crawled forward to lean against his leg.

“Hey little Scrap. Go back over there, it might not be safe here huh?” Hafiz offers a smile toward his child, earning a pout in response before they look at his injured arm. It takes a long moment, but the tail comes up and licks over the sling, as if to try helping, before the child turns and wanders back over to lay on the pillows that they had collected. Mo reached out and pat them on the back.

“It’s ok little fella. Azha will fix it. We’re almost home!” With the rather cheery comment made, the little one’s tail slowly wagged from their little spot.

“No more stinky?” The reference to Hack had the drone, taped up to the point he looked like a strange worm, glare at the tiny drone.

“Nope!” Mo smiled as the child hummed and looked to Hafiz, the drone focusing still on making sure they reached the ground in one piece.

Landing, as it turned out, was a lot harder the second time. They’d barely touched down on that Alternate Copper-Nine. Now? Even Hack seemed to understand it was time to stay quiet and pray to whatever was out there that the ship didn’t rattle itself apart. Even with the fantastic repairs that had been done with quick expertise. They could clearly feel something on the outside having a less than pleasant reaction to the maneuvers. A spark flew from the console, and something else caused a couple of the monitors to spark, one dying almost instantly.

All four were jostled on actual touch-down. The ship rocked a moment before something snapped, a leg giving and sending the small ship onto a side before all motion stopped. The smell of burning wires was caught from somewhere in the main operation console, but Hafiz didn’t care about that. He moved for the door as quick as he could, wrenching it open with the hope that they weren’t trapped, and gave a relieved sigh as it was clear the only issue they’d have involving the door would be the need to crawl out from under it.

“Hafiz! Are you okay!? Holy crap!” The female voice was clear a shadow falling in view of the open door.

“Azha! Perfect timing!” Hafiz chuckled a bit, moving to get to the others. “We can still get out. Here, Mo let’s get the little one out first and then you can help shove Hack out.”

“Ah!” The child moved a bit, the mattress that had bounced out of place having landed on them a bit, leaving them to wiggle around to try and get it off before they managed to back out from under it. Mo smiled a little, having gotten up already. “Woah!” The child shivered a little as Mo picked them up carefully.

“Hey, we’re down here! It’s ok. Come on. You can go out and Miss Azha will take you to the van, ok?”

“Oh! Asa!” The little one remembered her. “She! Yis!” They waited for Mo to set them down near the door, then looked to Hafiz.

“Crawl out and stay with Azha until we get done with Stinky ok?” A kiss pressed to the center of the child’s visor, making green eyes close a moment before they nodded.

“Mm! Ok Papa!”

“Oh my gosh that is so cute, did I really hear that?” Azha sounded like she was smiling, the shadow growing a bit. “Come on little one! Stay under the umbrella!” She encouraged as the little one crawled out carefully, tail looking around once they were out.

Open field, the city in the distance, and the smiling face of Azha as she picked them up. “Oh, look at you! Did someone give you a new shirt? And fix your glass?”

“Mmm!” The child seemed happy, the tail opening its mouth as it curled around their neck to stare at the female that held them. From the ship crawled Hafiz, dragging Hack while Mo was pushing the bound drone from inside to out.

“Uh… what’s up with-”

“Turned into a worm for crimes against me and my child.” Hafiz shrugged, as if that was the most normal way to say anything at all. Hack seemed to want to protest, but all that he could do was squirm a little bit as Wisp stepped up. “Oh… Hey Wisp.”

Orange eye-lights looked only slightly unamused as the female he greeted looked over the whole situation. “You know you’ll need to do a de-brief? I know you had Azha send in that report, but-”

“I know I know… Did you get what I sent after the adoption filing and the ration increase?”

“Uh… maybe? I-”

“WISP!” Mo was heard as he crawled out, eyes wide as he spotted his maroon-haired ex. She herself was a bit startled, eyes wide and staring at his injured hand as she moved forward.

“Mo?! Is this where you’ve been?” She helped him stand, a worried look reaching her face. “What happened t-”

“Not important!” Hafiz moved to take the child from his friend as she held the umbrella over their heads. Mo dropped to one knee, causing wide eye-lights from the other adults and causing Hack to wiggle in an attempt to get free. “The day you broke up with me, I was going to ask this! I wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing! You’re beautiful and smart and your laugh makes my core pick up until I feel like I might shut down!” Wisp was blushing as he spoke, looking over her shoulder once to see the smug expression of Azha, and the soft smile from Hafiz as he held his child. Looking back to Mo, she could see the tears on his visor. “I… I love everything about you and I never want to go home knowing I’d be alone ever again! Will you marry me!?” A box was pulled out of his pocket, the item that rested within appeared to be a hair pin of some kind with a carefully made decoration of several red tulips.

Wisp stared a long moment at the man before her with so much hope in his eyes. Her own softened a bit, and she reached out to gently caress his cheek.

“How about… You get yourself cleaned up, rest properly with some food… and ask me again then?” A moment of worry reached his face before she bent down more to lay a soft kiss on his lips, earning a giddy and kind of dazed hum before she pulled back.

Mo’s smile was a little dopey, the box carefully closed as he stared up at the woman he was so smitten with. “O-okay… yeah ok…”

“And here I thought he was just going to ask her to date him again.” Hafiz commented, glancing to the angry figure of Hack, the man trying to wiggle… somewhere closer. He wasn’t really making any progress, seeming to not know anything about how creatures without legs or arms or anything but their bellies moved.

“I mean… based off the text you sent, me too.” Azha giggled a little at the drone that was taking a moment to put away the box, still looking at the female he had proposed to. “That man is in a very happy place.”

“You know, he deserves it. He grew a little on that… vacation? Let’s call it that.” Hafiz nodded toward the car. “Let’s get the little one in there and then deal with the rest of this… huh?” The pair took the chance to glance at Hack, then sighed heavily before heading to the car.

{===}

“Thank you for the lift Wisp.” Hafiz leaned back a bit, settled in the shaded windowless part of the van with his child curled up in his lap, snoozing away after the slow driving got to them. Hack had been un-wormed, and was now settled in a seat with his arms crossed as he glared at Mo’s head. He was staying silent, but that was likely due to the fact that both Azha and Wisp in the vehicle were a dangerous combination.

“No problem. I’ve actually called ahead to get a couple of the City Patrol to help out. So when you and Azha get out, they’ll be getting in.”

“Oh, really?” Hafiz looked over, a bit more at ease to hear that. “That’s good.”

“Don’t see why you need them.” Hack grumbled, looking out the window when two female glares came his way. He silenced himself after that, glaring at the house that he had less-than-carefully broken into the shed of to get the child that was now sleeping in the lap of the man seated behind him. He glared out the window, hoping the whole thing would just burn down. The fact that the mentioned patrol members were there missed his eyesight entirely.

Azha opened the umbrella, blocking the sun before opening the back door to help Hafiz and his child get out. Said child was still out cold, SLEEP MODE flickering once to FATAL ERROR before resting back at the green text as they were gently shifted on the man’s shoulder.

“It’s calmed down I noticed.” She whispered softly as the two patrolmen paused.

“The one we’re here for… this is your house he broke into?” One asked. Hafiz nodded. “And that’s the child he kidnapped?” Another nod. The one that didn’t speak frowned deeply. “Well… go on inside. It’s been repaired, but if you have complaints-”

“I’m not too worried about it right this moment, but thank you.” Hafiz smiled politely. “We’ll go on inside and look around. Thank you for what you’re doing.”

“No one should be unsafe in their home.” A pat on the free shoulder was offered, slightly waking the child who wiggled a little in their Papa’s arms. The silent guard smiled slightly before frowning and stepping toward the van to speak with Wisp and Mo.

Hafiz left them alone, unlocking the door and heading into his home with Azha following after, her smile gentle at the waking child.

“Hey. Scraps we’re home.” He whispered as the door was shut by the female, her blue eye-lights gaining little star shapes at the way the pair before her acted. She was so happy about this whole thing.

“Mmm… Home? Yis?” The tired green eyes looked around before closing for a large yawn, the tail mimicking the action before they were gently placed on the couch.

“Yes, we’re home. Papa is gunna look around at the repairs, so is it ok if you sit here with Miss Azha?” He smiled as the child looked at her a long moment before moving to lay against her. It was not as close as they had with Tera in the cave, but it was close enough. The woman smiled a little and gently pat the child’s head, earning a curious look from the tail as they dozed without falling into sleep mode.

Hafiz left them at that, moving to check on things as he knew he should.

{===}

“Shed had the whole wall rebuilt… probably because of the damage to the door and frame.” Hafiz verbalizes his findings as he paces a little in front of Azha, Scraps having slipped back into a light sleep. “The windows were replaced as well, they cleaned the glass-”

“I was here you know.” Azha sighed softly, petting her fingers through the child’s hair. “You’re just-”

“I want to make it stronger… keep them safe.” Oh how that made her heart melt a little, seeing the man that she usually joked about throwing at a dragon of all things looking at a sleeping child and working on protection plans. “I want to make it… friendly for them.”

“One step at a time… and we can work together. I am the only drone in the city that knows how to give medical attention to a child after all.” She crosses her arms. “Speaking of medical attention…” The arm was motioned to, and Hafiz sighed before he sat down on the other side of his officially adopted child.

{===}

Their tail wagged a little bit as their hair was dried. Azha was careful, after removing the dirty and rather nasty beanie, she’d noted a lot of… problems. Damage to the head was not common to survive, but with the amount that was damaged it was clear that beanie had happened to actually save the child. She’d gotten the ok to fix them, having found the glance toward Hafiz and the agreement after ‘Papa’ nodded cute.

The damaged portion of the head was easy to fix, at least for Azha. Hack had already gotten repair supplies from earlier attempts, but the fact they could use them…

She smiled a bit as the child leaned into the towel, the dull pink turning a little muddy from what the bath hadn’t pulled from it. “You liked that huh? Not all kids like water…” The fact she was careful about the repairs, how it would effect the hair, and then the following wash, probably helped a lot.

“Mm!” They agreed, tail slowly moving to check over their naked form. The hole in their belly had been sealed, the damaged wires properly crimped as well. It made the area less sore, but they didn’t really understand what she had talked with Hafiz about for limbs and stuff. Something about replacement motors?

“Ok. Little one, do you know what I mean when I say I have to take your arm off?” Their tail stood straight, alarm in their expression. She took that as a yes. “I promise, it won’t hurt. Remember I felt it? I’m gunna fix it, but it needs a special bath. Is that ok with you?” She could see the worry, the way they shifted and whined a little.

“No ow?”

“Nope! No ow.” There was a soft smile on her face. “I could show you with your Papa if you want?”

“Mmmm…. No.” They turned their head and looked at their little hands. The fact they ached was not lost to them. They wanted it gone. To move their hand easier and crawl easier. “Ok… Yis, ok…”

“I’ll make it as fast as I can so you can go see your Papa then.” Azha soothed, gently rubbing the child’s back before reaching for the supplies she would need.

{===}

It was strange, having one arm. They took a moment to adjust before wandering out with care. The blue-eyed female had said it would go slow, so they could keep running around and playing while things got fixed, and that was ok. If it happened like it just had, they were ok with it. And they remembered what she said. Don’t take off the thing that wrapped around them and covered the space the arm used to be. If it fell off, it would hurt.

“Hey little buddy!” Hafiz smiled, seeing the child re-appear and looking momentarily surprised. That soft blue was under all that mess of crusted blood, oil, and other gross garbage? “Wow! You look so happy!”

“Yis!” Their tail wagged as they carefully crawled toward him. Hafiz scooped the child up without a second thought.

“Hey, I wanna show you something.” He was smiling, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head while glancing at the barely visible welds that had been put in. The tail met his gaze a moment later and he smiled a little at its curious head tilt. It only took a moment to carry the child to what he wanted to show them, the bathroom being used was the one upstairs after all.

“Oh!” The child jerked at what the tail could see as the door was opened. A proper room prepared, the bed being a small children’s loft style, but with an addition below that was curtained off to turn it into a little sleeping cave. A toybox rested against a wall, and so did a few bookshelves and regular shelves on the wall with the window. Said window was currently covered by a blackout curtain, the light of day barely there anymore as the sun was finishing it’s journey through the sky.

The room was painted a dark green, the carpet made soft with a beige color. The fan and light above were on, and the whole thing was fairly clean save a few things. Some of the toys were in the box or on a shelf, and it made the little drone think. They had left the toy that Tera had given them behind… but that was ok. They could do something better! But… later… A yawn was caught as they stretched a little bit. Hafiz smiled.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmm… Yis. Mhm!” Sleepy eyes turned toward the adult, now joined by Azha. He moved, showing a little stool that was only two steps, but also made of hollow plastic.

“Use this… and hit this-” A switch on the wall was pointed at before it was hit, turning off the light to the slight alarm of the child. They moved forward and replicated the action, using their tail to reach. “So you can sleep!”

“Oh um… You?”

“Here.” Hafiz moved forward and picked the child up, bringing them into the hall again. “Bathroom.” The room the child came from was pointed to. “My room, me.” The door was pushed open, showing his bedroom that he had been in for however long. His laptop rested on a kind of bland desk, and a couple pictures were on the walls. “Door closed, knock.” He demonstrated, and the child nodded, blinking awake as best they could.

“More after a nap then little one?”

“Mmm… yis...ok…” They were taken back to their room, set down outside of the bed, and the curtain was pulled back for them to crawl into the little dark space where they curled up on the mattress feeling safe, clean, and most importantly… home.

[pinkyjulien]

Adressing the Dino Tattoo Fix situation that is already slipping into an unecessary drama for no reasons!

This mod is a collab between me and @lokiina, who did the art

Dino's tattoo texture is cut and the mesh UVs aren't properly ligned to suit a shirtless appearance; this is why this mod exist, to create a more logical/accurate look for his tattoo.

Here's how it looks normally:

You can notice the tattoo packed in our mod is different; Both the texture and mesh were edited, Lokii painted the tattoo and I created a new mesh that fits Dino's body and arms.

Using the custom tattoo from our mod on the original mesh gives this broken look, because the UVs doesn't match:

This broken look is what I saw recently on someone's post; I did not notice it as first, helping OP in the post's replies and giving them pointers on how to fix Dino's mesh.

A second post came and that's where I picked it up, telling the OP that I would've prefered them asking before unbundling our mod (a mod that already fix what they're trying to fix) and using the texture for their own mod; which is ok, in the case of NPC+ (custom made Dino) for example!

Seeing more of OP's posts, I want to say;

Please let modders know when their mods potentially break!

Seeing someone taking it upon themselves to fix something you're not even aware broke doesn't feel good, especially when the mod works just fine actually!

The problem lies in a conflict with AMM now being packed with their own Dino tattoo fix:

This mod is entirely different from Lokii and I's mod!

It does NOT include the same texture, nor the same mesh; using both mod WILL result in a wonky looking tattoo!

And it annoys me to already see people accusing us of "giving shit to someone who just wanted to fix a mod"

I'm more than glad to help anyone with their modding questions, or with feedback/bug reports; also happy to teach anyone who'd wish to try and fix the problem themselves! But at least let us know of the problem in the first place and ask us about potentially using the custom-made/fixed assets in your own mod.

Nobody is giving shit to anyone, this is just a big misunderstanding in a fandom that is too quick and excited to misinterpret and escalate any situation.

I'm only making this public post because this situation sadly is public and people already got their hands into it.

[yooitstippy]

Fuck, you got me talking to you like a ghost on the internet lol and I know I said I wasn’t going to put any more energy into our connection at the moment, but after today I realized that putting energy into our connection is honestly the only thing that’s keeping me sane and emotionally grounded so this message is for you. (realistically anything I write on here is for you because you found it and I don’t have anyone I know personally following my tumblr page so I don’t know why I said that)

ANYWAYS

I feel like you need me to tell you this right now:

I’ve always been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve, but most people see that as a sign of weakness without understanding me and the true layers of my heart and it’s emotional depth. I’ve been walking this emotionally lonely road my whole life. I am just recently knowing and learning this about myself and how other people perceive me.

So, the reason that you get me so easily and understand me is because our souls are basically mirrors of each other. Your emotions are also very layered in the same type of intensity and depth that it’s difficult for others to comprehend and process. You also don’t really know how to process your own emotions very well… now that I’m tuning in to your energy and registering it right now… So imagine if for you, who doesn’t even know how to consciously process his own emotions (most of the time), how can you ever expect another human being to understand you fully, if you don’t? That’s why it’s so hard for you to connect with people on a real authentic scale because you feel like no one can ever meet you at that level of emotional intensity as well your level of bluntness and honesty.

Quick sidenote: when it comes to emotions, think about it like this, People who don’t have that level of intensity and depth within their emotions can only see emotions the way they see a rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Simple. “I’m mad because that made me mad” When it comes to our emotions, however; what we see in our rainbow isn’t as simple as the color red. We see burgundy, we see crimson red, we see burnt orange, we see pastel yellow, we see neon yellow, etc.

Are you able to follow what I’m trying to say in terms of how our emotions are layered because there is more depth to just what we feel? Sadness is not just being sad for us. Sadness is a layer of other emotions or other components, if you will, that make up our sadness. I’ll definitely be glad to get more into detail of this topic and energy emotional frequencies with you when we can finally have the chance to sit and talk in person.

But let’s get back to the realness here, no one in society likes to showcase their negative emotions honestly because that means that they would have to admit it to themselves that they are feeling that negativity and have to learn to “fix” their own life themselves and the emotional mess that no one has ever taught them to process properly/healthily. People don’t like to do the dirty work themselves. It takes a lot of discipline, effort and accountability. They would rather have codependency and expect someone else to distract them so they can feel numb or better that they don’t have to think about their own negative emotions they feel within themselves. Everyone wants to pretend that they’re OK on the surface and that life is always all good when life is always a beautiful fucking storm.

Now let’s circle back to the fact that our souls are mirroring each other. For the past 6 1/2 years, if I ever wanted channel your energy (which was not all the time (rarely actually) unless you were going through something heavy then I couldn’t avoid that if even if I wanted to ignore it (kinda like what happened today) ), I could feel your energetic emotional frequencies hence why I never pressured you or tried to ever chase you even though I knew exactly how you felt about me from the moment I left your jeep.

I think the lyrics to the song Mystical Magical really sum up exactly what I feel towards you and our connection lol I guess what I’m trying to say is that no matter how long this takes, I will still always feel you even in silence. And not only do I feel you, I 100% understand and resonate with everything that you go through emotionally. I may not know your particular circumstances or personal situations of what you’re going through in your physical reality, but I know I’ve been through enough storms that I can help navigate you while you steer and sail your ship through any weather.

This is just food for thought since you’re an Overthinker. There’s a saying that says that ‘People can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.’ And I’ve met myself deeply: through grief, rage, stillness, and growth. So when I say I understand you, it’s not surface-level. I mean it in the realest way. You don’t have to explain your process to me. I just want you to know that I see the layers of you even the ones you don’t show the world. And I’m not afraid of them. If you ever feel overwhelmed, uncertain, or like you’re carrying too much, I hope you remember you have someone in the world who isn’t judging you, who isn’t rushing you and who’s been through enough storms to recognize what strength in silence looks like.

You don’t owe me anything. But I want you to be aware: I feel you. And I still believe in you

Until we meet again ☺️🫶🏻✨

[thenixkat]

on to part 3 of Judgement Day RIP Booster Gold

also apparently Overmaster is going to genocide humanity b/c the potential for humans to make metas is too dangerous to leave unchecked lest they spread into the cosmos. SO same reason that aliens tried to take over Earth in Invasion except those fuckers wanted to enslave and weaponize humans for that reason b/c apparently no other sapient in the galaxy throws metas for human centric reasons

oh ok Booster's off teh table so.. a revenant now. On the plus side that gives doctors more time to fix his body

also of course teh writers and artist probably think this looks badass and not… silly. Like Booster get your ass back on the table there's no way that you should be awake even if yer undead those doctors used the good drugs on you Dr. Light points at Fire being teh weak link on this team b/c she has no powers. But not Captain Atom who's a hot headed dingus

also rude as hell to yer nonpower heroes to dismiss them from the action just cause no powers. Booster aint got no powers it was ok for him to join in the last battle Fire thinks the UN is trying to stop the heroes from fighting b/c they're under the Overmaster's control and not just governments being governments and regular civilian have turned against the superheroes again. They are quick to do that

the UN wants to come up with a good strategy for beating the overmaster but dont inculde the superheroes who are the best weapons they've got for teh problem in on the discussion and just expecting them to obey

oh hey, Maxwell Lord working alongside teh UN already has 'League Busters' up and ready to take down his comrades

hmm its alsmot like his villain turn in Countdown to Infinite Crisis def didn't come out of no where. (Ignoring that he's been a peice of shit basiclly villain since jump) ya know what if Maxwell Lord really wanted to settle shit nonviolently and make the League play along with the League he could brainwash them to have lil fucking patience. Like, its still a shit move but less shit that making a team of fuckers to fights his friends till they stand down or cant fight anymore to keep them from doing shit

hey Dr. Light how is Captain Atom not the weakest link on this party if he doesnt want to add more firepower b/c he's a bigot?

has this neurosurgeon been able to get the undead to stop doing that b4? also The overmaster said no one is allowed to die or be born during his/their extermination plan of humanity until he/they decides that fuckers die

and Booster Gold is upset. granted he grew up in a culture that was ableist as all hell to the point of openly enslaving and dehumanizing useful disabled people so that probably has a lil to do with it

but also again this gives doctors more time to fix his body to get it in proper working order again. but writers for superheroe worlds have weird ideas about what makes a person dead like its some magical force taht once you die yer just dead until like magic or super science undeads a fucker rather than a body where the organs work properly can jsut get fucking kickstarted back to life ie why recessitation is a thing

its also the same reason why fuckers are weird abouyt deaging like? No ending the spell that keeps a fucker from aging shouldnt make them turn to dust or get really old really fast. They can just age now

The overmaster's forces attack the Justice League embassy b/c that makes… more sense than attacking the Leaguers that are defing yer rules to come fight you ok Evil Ice decides to kidnap Fire and I assume plans to keep her… wow its almost like WOnder Woman insisting that AMazing Man jr join the fighting even if he knows jack shit and doesnt know how to fight isnt proving to be a wise decision

Amazing Man can absorb people's powers. And is causing an earthquake that he's not good at managing the strength of

Ice is a redhead in this panel ok at least the bad guys have an ambushed planned for the Captain Atom's group too

what the fuck is Peacemaker wearing, like that's way uglier than his normal costume. They infected this man with the 90s Extreme

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

A Snowpoint Wedding, Part1

In which I very much just rewrote a roleplay one of the cowriters and I did to make it work better for me

(despite my misgivings about how likely Jay is to actually get married but it's fiiiiine she feels she gotta)

[2] [3]

~

 I smooth the dress out and step out from behind the screen. “Um… does that look alright?”

 Mam looks up first and smiles, eyes bright with tears. “Oh, Jay… you look lovely!”

 “Still reckon my dress was better,” Joanna says, but she nods.

 Mam purses her lips, shooting Joanna a glare.

 “How ‘bout you get changed?” I say quickly, moving towards the chair in front of the mirror. “Your dress is waiting back there.”

 “What is it, a jynx?” Joanna shudders, moving past.

 I snort. “Now there’s an idea.”

 Mam takes up the hairbrush and attacks my thick mane. I just sit there and grit my teeth as she rips out tugs. It isn’t as bad as it could have been, possibly to do with the fact that it’s still slightly damp from the shower.

 “Bit dark for a wedding, isn’t it?”

 “Just put it on,” I call back.

 Mam puts down the brush and hurries behind the screen, eliciting a yell from Joanna. “Oh hush, you’ll need help doing up the back.”

 I gingerly apply makeup, wishing Candice could be here to do it for me. But she’d shown me how it would look best, and I could emulate it… hopefully.

 “Take off the jewellery as well,” mam says.

 “Ok, the necklace, the metal bracelet, and the claw, fine… but I’m keeping the berry bracelet and my wedding ring.”

 “I wasn’t suggesting you take that off,” mam retorts, bustling back out and returning to fix up my hair.

 “Is it just me, or is this dress warm?” Joanna steps out in a dress with a lilac torso and a shimmering blackberry-blue panelled skirt.

 “Volcarona scales in the bodice. Figured you’d appreciate it.” I shot her a smile via the mirror, finishing off the mascara.

 “Ooh… nice.” She grabs the brush, pulling it through her own hair once or twice. “Should’ve redone the highlights…”

 Mam’s lips thin as she starts small plaits in my hair, threading beads and feathers onto them.

 “Still got time, I think?”

 “I don’t have the stuff with me.” Joanna shrugs, putting the brush down.

 “It works quite well faded, anyway.”

 Mam puts the last band in and turns to pick up the circlet from its place on top of the veil. I offer my reflection a tight smile and stand up.

 “I… I don’t have to put on makeup, do I?” Joanna eyes the table with trepidation.

 “Not if you don’t want to.” I shake my head. “Not like anyone’s going to be looking at you, anyway.”

 Joanna laughs, watching as my mam sets the circlet on my head. I pull the gloves – fancy arm warmers, really – up to my elbows, slipping the loops over my middle fingers and making sure they’re lying right. Mam fusses for a moment getting the veil to lie right across my head and down my back, and then there’s a knock at the door.

 “Is everyone ready?” Dad calls through it.

 “Yes,” I reply, gesturing for Joanna to open it.

 She catches up her cloak – not her usual one, a far smarter one – and opens the door.

 Dad says nothing, just stares at us. I smile at him, stepping out of the dressing room towards him.

 “You look beautiful,” he breathes, taking my arm.

 I shift to properly hug him. “Thank you.” I rest my chin on his shoulder, pressing my nose into his neck.

 “Jay, dear, try not to mess the two of you.”

 “I’m not,” I reply, releasing my father. “Shall we?”

 He smiles back, and leads us down the corridor.

 Pie is waiting by the door, and erects a bubble shield around us as we leave the building.

 My pack is waiting there, and form a secondary escort just outside of the forcefield as we walk to the temple. Venus slips through the forcefield to Joanna’s side, sleek and wearing a smart collar. Vulp is not far behind her, looking primped and preened, with a lopsided tiara of her own looped around one ear.

 Candice and Molly are waiting on the temple steps, and I am not quick enough to stop Molly from squealing and flinging her arms around me, near clouting me in the head with her bouquet of flowers.

 “Ok – thanks,” I gasp, hugging her in return.

 Candice passes Joanna a bunch of smoky red flowers to contrast with Molly’s light blue ones. “The small flower girls are waiting inside. They got cold.”

 “Thanks.” I smile at her, taking the bouquet of white flowers – lilies, snow drops – that she passes me.

 “Don’t trip.” She grins. “Come on, Joy.”

 The two of them enter the temple.

 I take a breath, steadying my nerves. This was stupid. I couldn’t be getting nervous at this, could I?

 “Any worries?” Joanna murmurs from behind me. “You know I could always call Whitetip or Flare, and you could make a run for it.”

 “Where would I run to?”

 “Anywhere. You could go free, live however you like.”

 My dad places a hand on the door. “Ready?”

 I nod. “I am. Livin’ how I like. We’re free. I can do this.”

 Dad pushes open the door and holds his arm out for mine. I slip my arm through the crook of his elbow and walk with him down the aisle, Joanna and Molly – and two smaller girls, the flower girls I assume – following us.

 The temple is warmer than usual. There are tapestries hanging between the arches, candles in sconces – I think a few might actually be litwick – and a carpet underfoot. Not even starting on the flowers.

 The music that is cascading through the hall is about the only reason I can keep walking. The walk seems long, far longer than I ever remember it being in the practices.

 But Jayden is waiting, with Alyss beyond him and Henry to his side. He’s watching Alyss just now, not the aisle. My dad’s hand on my arm is probably the only thing keeping me from speeding up, from getting this over with.

 He’s wearing a blue suit with a red shirt, I see as he turns. He raises his hands, allowing me to see the feather cufflinks. Braviary.

 “Oh, braviary, nice,” Joanna says quietly behind me.

 I meet Jayden’s eyes properly, and smile as I notice that the bird keeper calm has not been enough to stop the awe and wonder transfix his face as we walk closer.

 Dad pulls us to a halt opposite Jayden and leaves for his seat.

 “Oh, they look perfect, don’t they!”  Molly squeaks, tugging Joanna into place behind me.

 Alyss laughs silently for a moment before assuming her ‘elder face’ and waiting for everyone to calm down. The flower girls giggle, swinging their baskets from side to side before running to the side. The music slows to an aching finish and leaves us in silence.

 I smile at Jayden, lifting the veil away from my face awkwardly, trying to keep the flowers from going everywhere.

 “Welcome, Snowpoint.” Alyss’ voice is strong and confident, a far cry from the teenage elder I first knew. “Welcome, those of Mistralton.” She dips her head to Jayden’s family and friends. “And, of course, welcome to Lavaridge.” She looks to Joanna briefly before raising her head to gaze over the entirety of the temple.

 I don’t look back, fearing to see exactly how many people had turned up.

 “Welcome to Snowpoint, welcome to this binding.”

 Jayden hasn’t quite managed to stop staring yet. I try not to fiddle with the flowers in my hands too much.

 “These two swear now, before everyone here, to fly true with each other, sail before whatever wind may guide their path, and work together for the same purpose.”

 I smile. These amended vows worked so much better than the originals.

 “But they have not sworn it yet,” Brith says from behind me, and though I knew that it was going to happen, I still tense up. “I contest this right, as they have yet to speak a word before us.”

 I force myself to relax. All normal, all was fine. Of course it was.

 “I swear it, now.” Jayden finally tears his eyes from my face to look past me, to Brith. “I swear to fly true, sail before the wind, and work with Jay, always, for our joint purpose.”

 “You hear it?” Brith asks.

 “We hear it,” the crowd rumbles back.

 As their noise dies away, I hear Molly hushing Joanna.

 “Then they have sworn and I witness true to keep their sails straight.” Brith pads forward to stand at Alyss’ side.

 She is wearing a band of silver on her head, from which thin chains trial down to wrap thin blue feathers around her aura sensors, matching the ones that hang from her ears. I bite back most of the gasp, but part still escapes me and I see Brith twitch a small smile.

 “Only one has yet sworn.” Soise steps from the shadows behind Jayden. “I call you, NightGale, make good on the oath this man has already sworn to you.”

 Her usual pink scarf has been set aside in favour of a circlet like Brith’s and a silver tracery that holds her mane in place. Blue feathers hang from her ears and lie across her face like fine tattoos.

 I lick dry lips. My turn. “Then I swear it.” I lift my head, looking past Jayden to meet Soise’s eyes. “I swear to fly true, sail before the wind and work with Jayden for ever purpose we see fit to pursue.”

 Soise turns to the crowd, raising her arms. “You hear it?”

 “We hear it.”

 “Then I, too, witness that they have sworn, and I will keep their words straight with you.” Soise turns to Brith and Alyss, bowing.

 “And now they have sworn before you all,” Alyss says, calling the attention back easily as Soise steps to stand beside her, “We hold them before Rayquaza, Lord of our Town, and Articuno, Queen of the Ice. May these travellers be blessed by winds and weather ever fair to their needs.”

 As Jayden and I turn back to face each other, two altaria – one sparkling gold, the other resplendent in blue – swoop down from the arched roof above us, holding a sail carefully between them.

 Molly and Henry step forward to take the sail, bowing to the two altaria as they land.

 Jayden and I step back to give them space to walk to Alyss. Nestled in the centre of the sail are the rings, one dark blue and the other light blue – a braviary’s colouring and an altaria’s.

 Alyss takes them and Molly and Henry step back to their places, Molly expertly folding the sail. She passes the dark blue one to Jayden and the light blue one to me. We step closer, and Jayden takes my left hand first. Without speaking a word, he slips the ring onto my finger, where it fits perfectly. I do the same for him, and the altaria take off.

 The crowd gasps as the air around us is suffused with a soft blue light and above us – above us, an altaria and a braviary are circling, dancing.

 “Rayquaza sees your bond,” Alyss speaks up, “And holds you to keep true through the rest of your lives.”

 “We will never break the bond that we have sworn.” Jayden and I speak together. “We will hold it as high as the skies, letting it rest with the one who guides our paths.”

 The birds above us lock claws and dive straight for us.

 “Holy Groudon,” Joanna says, but I can see Soise grinning, and so I stand firm.

 The birds dive and, as they reach us, they fade and disintegrate into confetti that disappears as it lands.

 “They are bound now, by word and by sky to hold this forever. It is – well done.” Alyss nods and bows.

 The big stained glass window behind her – showing Uxie and Rayquaza appearing to the first settlers – erupts with light, throwing shards of colour through the temple. The smaller windows were lit up as well, but through the big one the silhouettes of two dragonite can be seen, twisting together.

 And music ekes out into the hall once more and swells, and Jayden steps back with a gesture for me to spin. I spread my arms – my wings – and twirl.

 The crowd applauds, and Venus lets loose a volley of sparks. Jayden catches me and I lean into his chest, smiling as I catch sight of Joanna, crossing her arms across her chest in the Lavaridge way.

 “To the hall?” Jayden asks, kissing my temple.

 Alyss nods. “Lead the way.”

 “Thank you, Alyss.” I smile at her. “Really.”

 “My pleasure.” She bows.

 Most people are still in their seats, and only shift once we’re past them. Pie is waiting by the door with Elise, and she shields us once again as we leave the temple, stepping away down the cleared walkways to the hall.

[cricky-butspicy]

Oh goodness!! That still works quite well with Atlas’s first thought of the reader!

I can imagine Soleil probably seeing the accident about to happen and hesitating for just a second before coming over to make sure Brit didn’t fall because he knew they were one of the team’s best backstage tech set painters, so he says goodbye to his shirt in his mind and catches but doesn’t even have time to fully catch up and ask if Brit is ok because he already is cringing from the dirty feeling the paint is bringing him but then they are apologizing to him and touching him with a rag very personally in his opinion, and then his shirt gets unbuttoned and a hand put inside of it against his skin and inner shirt and he’s literally rebooting in his mind almost. He’s probably so red and embarrassed by being felt up by his set maker but he’s just standing letting it happen while flustered out of his damn mind! He just stares down while very red and stunned completely by her boldness and watching helplessly frozen as they try to clean his shirt before the realization sets in and looks up at him and his face is definitely showing some sort of unreadable expression, but it’s mostly a deer in the headlights kind of look that is so very red.

Brit continues on to apologize and Soleil just stands wordlessly as she runs off and slightly looks after them but mostly just stands in shock before finally getting enough of himself to go get Atlas before he cries himself from being so overwhelmed by the situation. Atlas probably asks what the hell happened to him and Soleil kind of gets close to crying and Atlas gets the idea that they need to go home and takes Soleil’s hand before going and grabbing their bags from the greenroom and hurrying the blond home.

Atlas, being the miracle worker he is with the types of stains that get on his and Soleil’s clothes probably cleans the shirt just fine after Sol showers and while the blond rambles about what happened. Atlas says Brit probably saved his shirt because it was still wet for him to wash properly out. Soleil takes that into account and thinks of trying to thank her. But the they avoid him like the plague and Soleil’s extremely confused because they were so forward and familiar with touching him before and now he was being completely ignored.

Then he comes in for that fitting to see her and he’s internally exploding and trying not to panic while Atlas tries helping him through. Atlas tries to make normal conversation for both of you to join in on, but it’s painful. Both boys notice you struggling. And then Soleil almost mindlessly swats your hand away for those last few measurements that Atlas takes over for and tells you the numbers. After that, Soleil fixes himself and immediately goes for the door with a very quick small “thanks.”

Atlas probably ends the visit by staying briefly alone with Brit to say something along the lines of “He’s anxious. Try not to make him more so.” And he’ll try to leave before popping back to say “He wanted to thank you for his shirt. It wouldn’t have washed out if you wouldn’t have gotten it wet. So, thanks from him, I guess.”

And then Atlas leaves lazily after Soleil to catch up to the man most likely waiting right outside for Atlas.

Is there a Canon way that reader has met the Slasher boys? Or is it up for interpretation? Been thinking about my personal reader interactions lately and how funny Iris befriending them would be, since she dresses pretty stereotypical hyperfemine blonde girl, so she probably looks really out of place when interacting with them. (Even though she's a nerd, at first glance she gives of rich blonde mewn girl vibes.)

Yes, there is a canon way reader meets Soleil and Atlas along with canon events from the boys’ first year of college with the reader! (which would be their 3rd year.) It will be one of the mini fics written for them called “The Lions Meet the Lamb.”

I slowly write on bunches of fics at a time and put events in each one as I can (I simply cannot write fast enough nor enough in general with my hand disabilities,) and that’s where the quote of Atlas thinking “What an anxious klutz,” comes from! It’s literally the very first thing he thinks about you simply because of how you meet them.

I can tell you it’s canon that Soleil finds you interesting in the way of trying to understand you after the first meeting and Atlas truly couldn’t care less about you, he only stopped and participated because Soleil did.

Also! You must not forget that Soleil is rich (even if he insists that he’s only “well off.”) He dresses very nicely and it’s easy to tell his clothes are expensive, especially if you pay attention to the fabric type and how well they fit him. It wouldn’t be strange for other people to expect him to hang out with other rich looking people (Atlas throws them off though. Atlas looks like he crawled out of a dark room ready to fight anyone who gives him a reason.)

Iris and Soleil interacting probably wouldn’t look too strange. Iris and Atlas interacting might make people nervous because Atlas looks “threatening.” Atlas and Soleil interacting with Iris might just make people confused, especially with how Atlas naturally just becomes some type of body guard to people looking on at the two of them. A very protective man in situations that sometimes, he really doesn’t need to be. But also, it’s college. People hang out with all sorts of other people.

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[mari-the-bimbo]

Hii! Congratulations on reaching 5K! I literally live for your fics. Can I request some Bodyguard Megumi please? Like, a late night driving and eating McDonald's or something like this scenario please. I hope you have a wonderful day and congratulations again!

Bodyguard Megumi: late night McDonald’s

A/N: Thank you love!! <3 Extra kisses for you for requesting bodyguard Megumi!!

“MEGUMI PLEASEEE“

“No”

“Im saying please!!!” You complained, pouting at the handsome raven haired bodyguard who focused on the road ahead. The moonlight highlighting his handsome features.

He glances at you for a second, “There’s food at home”

You scoff at him, “Ok andd??”

“It’s nearly night time now and you should go home and sleep” he spoke firmly, furrowing his eyebrows at you, which you knew was an indirect warning to not test his patience any further.

You sighed in annoyance, slouching in your seat. “Ok mom” you mocked, looking at him from the corner of your eye to see if you got a reaction out of him. A smirk emerging on your face when you noticed his dark eyes connect with yours, giving you an unimpressed look.

You sit back up in your passenger seat, ready to convince him again, “but who cares if it’s late at night Megumi! It’s not like it’s dangerous, after all I got you right?” You say, grabbing his forearm, that was adorned with prominent veins.

He turns his attention towards you, but he regretted it the second he was met with your big puppy eyes staring up at him and a smile on your cute plush lips, causing him to grip the steering wheel tighter.

How could he say no to you now?

He quickly looks away from you and attempts to focus on the road, but he sighs tiredly, knowing he was giving in, like he always does when it comes to you.

And with another sigh, he pulled into the drive thru, biting his lip to hide his smile when he heard you cheer.

———

Megumi’s dark eyes were fixed on you as he watches you devour the burger with no intent to even chew it first. His eyebrows furrowing in concern.

You felt his stare, but you were so used to him staring at you for long periods of time, it no longer bothered you.

Well that was until you felt a slender hand grab your jaw. “chew properly y/n” he sternly ordered.

“I am!” You muffled, making him tsk at you.

“No you’re not, you’re eating like a gremlin” he gruffly says, his finger brushing away the crumbs from the corner of your mouth.

You playfully try to bite his finger, but Megumi was too quick, swiftly squishing your cheeks roughly with his large hands, preventing you from biting him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he mutters, as he continues to squish your cheeks with a blank stare, despite your muffled protests, finally letting go once you tapped out.

He shakes his head when you immediately turn back to your burger, too eager to finish it rather than argue with Megumi.

You hear his tsk again, causing you to look up and glare at the raven haired bodyguard once again, but your eyes widen as he leans into you, and you feel his hot breath near your face as he moves your hair away from your face.

You can’t help but feel your skin burn in fluster as his large hands work to hold your hair back like a hair tie. His pale thin finger tangled in your strands.

You didn’t realise in your state of embarrassment, you had stopped eating your burger, causing Megumi to stare at you again.

“Oi, finish your food, or do I need to feed you too?” He says, catching your attention, but before you can return a witty remark, one of his hands detangle from your hair and picks up your burger, pressing it against your lips.

Your mouth opens in surprise, leading to the sorcerer shoving the burger into your mouth, you eat it nevertheless.

As you munch on the burger, you stare up at him in surprise, only to see him already looking at you, like always. His dark blue eyes bore into your own unnervingly.

You looked so pretty with the street lamps in the empty car park illuminating your features, it made Megumi completely forget how it was rude to stare.

“You not gonna eat?” You say, breaking the silence, holding up a chicken nugget near him, but he silently shakes his head.

“Not hungry” he mutters, “just wanna make sure you’re eating properly” he adds softly, causing your heart to skip a beat. You smile at the sorcerer sweetly.

But as he opens up his mouth again to say some honourable shit, you shove the nugget into his mouth, making his eyes widen as he munches on it confusedly, before glaring at you.

“You little-“

But his insults die in his throat as he feels you press a kiss onto his cheek. It’s warm and soft.

“Thank you for the food Megumi” you giggle, making him already think of ways to cover the blush that will appear now.

“Although it’s much more fun when you’re not being such a granny!” You add with a cheeky smile, causing the usually stoic grump bodyguard to return his own small smile.

You were… cute sometimes.

Cute enough to make Megumi wanna do this more often.

[maybege]

Ok for the smutty fic prompts! 118 + 153, with Ex con! Paz? cause you made me yearn for this man🥺

Heat Waves - Part 2

Summary: The heat wave continues and so does yours and Paz’s situation-ship.

Pairing: neighbour!ex con!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, fingering (f receiving), size kink, oral fixation, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, comeplay, unprotected sex, just lots of filth,

Prompts: #118 “If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?” + #153 “You have no idea how much I want you.”

It’s been weeks since I touched anything fanfiction related but this was a fun distraction for tonight. I hope you are all doing well and enjoy this piece! Please please please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog ❤️ all the love, may (also tagging what I think is your new account? @lillefersken)

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The heat just would not stop.

At this point you were sure no one could expect anyone to function properly when the city and the entire coast had been bathed in tropical temperatures for almost two weeks now- You hated it. It did not feel like you could rest properly, like you could sleep, like you could breathe. And even the occasional cold shower only made you feel worse.

A quick look on your phone told you it was three am. And the party in one of the apartments a few floors down made no sign of stopping. You groaned in frustration, debating whether it would be best to close the windows and get some much-needed quiet or leave them open and not get boiled alive.

The worst thing was that you weren’t even sure if the open windows were helping. Air circulation, you had read somewhere, was your best friend when it came to heat waves like these. But for that to work the air needed to move and by now you were convinced that that hadn’t happened in the last 72 hours.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Were you too old to start crying from sleep deprivation and frustration?

No, your brain decided and you clenched your jaw, willing yourself to just keep it together.

Tomorrow is a brand new day, just take a deep breath. Tomorrow is a brand new –

“C’mon Dreks, give the girl a kiss!”

Stars fucking damnit would they never shut up?

You could hear a window creak. “For fuck’s sake people are trying to sleep!” someone shouted and you smiled when you immediately recognized the voice, “It’s three in the fucking morning, tone it fucking down!”

Silence.

You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back into your pillow and making the mental note to thank Paz tomorrow. That would offer you the perfect opportunity to maybe drop by and bring him a coffee or maybe a self-made sandwich? You smiled into the pillow at the thought of spending time with him again.

After the rather spontaneous … night that had resulted from him offering (and actually) fixing your sink, you had barely seen him through no fault of your own – or his for that matter. With Paz getting the night shift at the construction site and you busy working at the bistro and chasing after all the tips you could get to finally sign up for that writing course, your schedules simply … hadn’t aligned.

But now that he had managed to silence that torturous music? Now that certainly justified a visit.

A bout of laughter rang through the streets and then the music continued. Your pillow drowned the frustrated scream that you let out.

Your phone lit up on your nightstand and you gave up the pretence that you would find some sleep tonight.

Paz: Remind me again why I should adhere to my parole?

You smiled, your fingers already flying over the screen.

You: Because I don’t want you to leave me alone with these idiots when they arrest you?

Paz: I wouldn’t let their bodies be found.

You laughed, convinced that you had never felt as happy as when you saw the three little dots still moving on the screen.

Paz: If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?

You stopped laughing, your breath catching in your throat at how forward he was. But not in a bad way. Not in the way Dreks had been forward with you – too forward – but in a way that you wished he had been the last time he had been in your bed.

Another ping, another message.

Paz: I promise I will take you out for dinner tomorrow. As a date.

Now that sealed the deal.

You: Save the date for when I can bear going outside and come over.

Someone stumbled on the other side of the wall and you could hear him curse. You snorted, blindly reaching for the little light on your nightstand and switching it on. You could hear his door creak before it fell closed again and only a second later, a knock sounded on your door.

You jumped up, not caring to put anything on. It would only be taken off anyway. Besides, it was way too hot.

So, when you opened the door at 2 am in the morning, you knew it would be Paz Vizsla on the other side of it and you would greet him in the nude. Which was something he clearly had not expected.

He looked out of breath, as if he had just finished a marathon, and his chest was glistening with tattoos. Even with him wearing only his boxers, he looked absolutely massive in your doorframe, the black ink that snuck its way up his arm and across his shoulder tempting you to trace the lines with your mouth.

It was only then that you realized the silence between you had stretched on quite a bit and you were still standing in the doorway, grinning at each other like little school kids. You cleared your throat, shifting the weight on your feet.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hello,” you smiled back.

And then he was on you, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. He was so close and so warm and you were surprised how easy it was to bear the heat of his touch when it was him that was kissing you, him that was crowding you through the darkness towards your bed.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured against your lips, “You were all I thought about this week.”

“Promise me you’ll fuck me tonight,” you gasped, “Please, I – after last time, I just –“

“You just what?” he grinned, peppering kisses down your neck. His large hands wandered to your middle, brushing over the skin of your hip down to your ass before cupping the soft flesh in his palms. “You just want to be properly fucked?”

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and you could feel the stubble against your cheeks but it did not bother you, if anything, you just wanted more of him. You wanted to feel him on you, inside you, curled around you. You just wanted Paz.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you squeaked, tightening your arms around his neck in order not to fall. Kisses turned into laughter turned into breathless gasps turned into hands running down your side.

“Lay down for me, love,” he whispered against you and you did, his hands making sure you didn’t fall, his body following yours like waves lapping at the shore. The pet name sent shivers down your spine and he was so close now, his nose brushing against yours and you swore you had never seen eyes as intense as his.

“This way,” he ordered gently, his hands guiding you to turn around until you were flat on your belly. Your breath rushed out of your lungs as you felt him spread your legs apart. His hands alone felt massive and you remembered just how giant he had felt in your hand. Stars, you could not wait to feel him.

The sheets felt cool against your skin for a heavenly second before you were distracted by Paz’s hands between your legs. One finger pushed inside you and you arched your back, trying to get him to understand how ready you were.

“Shit you’re so hot,” he murmured, thick fingers rubbing over your folds again and you gasped, “And so wet. Tell me, little one, is that all for me? Is that pussy all wet for me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your cheek sticking to the pillowcase, “Paz, please, I –“

“You what?”

“I want more,” you whined, shuffling your legs wider apart, “Paz, I’m so ready, please …”

He hushed you by adding another thick finger and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade. You could feel him hard against your butt, leaking precome onto your skin and it drove you crazy, knowing how close he was, knowing you still needed time but you just … you did not want to wait. 

Paz carefully crooked his fingers inside you, his thumb circling your clit in the process. “We both know how big I am,” he reminded you teasingly and, as if to prove his point, pressed his cock against your hips, “We need to prep you, love.”

“Don’t wanna wait though,” you pouted, a moan leaving you when he scissored his fingers, your walls clenching around him, “Waited for so long.”

The big man chuckled against you, the depth of his voice only churning the fire inside you. “I know, sweetheart, I know how badly you need to be fucked. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, lifting your hips and pushing them back against his fingers, your thighs clenching when they massaged that spot in you that made you feel like you were floating.

“You want to know what I thought about?” he asked you innocently, his breath washing against your ear and you shivered. His fingers left you and you were so close to protesting when you felt them come back, now three fingers slowly stretching your entrance.

“I imagined what it would be like to fuck my come into you,” he revealed lowly, kissing your cheek, “Only used the hand that had been inside you to jerk off, too, tried to remember how fucking tight you were for me.”

Oh by all that was holy how could one man be so hot?

Paz grunted and the mattress shifted as he straddled you from behind. His chest was against your back, the heat of him almost unbearable when paired with the unrelenting temperatures of the night.

This was it.

“Go slow, please,” you asked, suddenly feeling a little shy, “You’re so big.”

Paz hummed, his big hands immediately slowing down, smoothing over your sides before you felt him against your entrance. “I will go slow, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade softly, “You tell me, when it’s too much, yeah?” he asked, already sounding a little breathless and you nodded, turning your face to rest on your folded hands.

You only had the memory of him in your hand, the size of him, the girth of him. Paz Vizsla was packing and you had no idea how you would be able to take him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him move, see his chest heave with his breaths and see his arms move as he ran his hands over your back.

You breathed out, focusing on the feeling of him running his tip through your folds, circling your clit before ever so slightly pushing into you. It drove you crazy and you tried to spread your legs even more, trying to show him that it was okay, that you could take him, that you –

“Someone seems to get impatient.”

He pulled out again, chuckling when you lifted your hips to follow him. You could feel your wetness drip onto the sheets but his strong thighs had caged in yours and all it did was make him push you down again with a chuckle. It should not have turned you on how easy that had been for him.

You gasped when he pushed inside you again, this time a little deeper, though as soon as his tip was inside you, he pulled out again.

“Fuck,” you cursed, wrapping your arms around your pillow, and muffling your moan.

His hand came down next to your face, holding him up and seeing the tattoos on his knuckles made you want to bite into yours.

“Never had a big cock like mine, did you?”

“N-no, you’re so big,” you mumbled, wiggling your hips to get him inside you again.

The growl he let out was otherworldly and your breath hitched when his other hand came down on the back of your neck, pushing you into the sheets. “Is this okay?” he checked in, his cock pushing inside you, stretching you more than anyone ever had.

“Yes,” you breathed, relaxing into the bed.

“Good girl.”

Feeling you relax seemed to have been the magic unspoken words he had been waiting for because as soon as his hips started moving, they did not stop. It was rough and fast and so precise you wondered just how he was able to read your body like it had been his all along. His hand on your neck slightly pushed you into the pillow, his thumb stroking over the nape of your neck lovingly while his cock stretched your walls.

You tightened around him, your cheeks burning when you heard the squelching sounds from behind you. You had never been this wet without help and yet here you were, being fucked within an inch of your life by the giant man next door who had occupied your dreams for as long as he had lived here. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to keep him inside you and you could hear him curse under his breath.

Paz changed the rhythm, then, going for slow and deep strokes that made your eyes roll back. He shifted his weight and his hand left your neck and instead found both of yours, holding them down next to your head. His mouth was by your ear and you whined, feeling completely overpowered by him in the best way. He could do whatever he wanted with you, you just wanted to feel him inside you for as long as possible.

“You look so good like this,” he rumbled, “You – actually you look a little cockdumb for me,” he added before kissing you softly. “Is it okay if I call you that?” he asked, his hips slapping against your ass, “Is it okay if I call you just a little cockdumb for me?”

You could not form any words, too far gone on his cock to care. “Uh-huh,” you agreed, your eyes zeroing in on his hand right next to your face and before you knew it, you had leant forward, slipping your lips around his thumb and sucking on the thick digit. Paz groaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he caught himself, stilling inside you.

“Stars woman,” he ground into you, “You just want me to come in this pussy, don’t you?”

He pushed his cock into you slowly, grounding into you which in turn caused some of the folds of your bunched-up bedding to catch on your clit and –

You moaned around his finger, drool escaping onto the pillow but you did not care. You felt messy and wet and hot but all you wanted was for him to continue just like this. With his fat cock in your pussy and the unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome stimulation on your folds, you felt like you were right on the edge.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “prettiest fucking pussy I’m ever gonna fill up, sweetheart, you hear that? I’m gonna fill you up so good you don’t want anybody else ever again.”

The idea of him coming inside you, filling you up with the load that had filled the entirety of your palm the last time … it made your walls flutter.

“Gonna come inside you,” he repeated against the back of your neck, his body slick against yours and you did your best to nod, your mouth open from silent gasps and moans at the places he hit so deep inside you, you were convinced you never could to be with anyone else.

His body was a furnace behind and over you, his hips slamming against the flesh of your ass again and again and the salt on his skin making you feel intoxicated.

“Say it,” he rumbled, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear and pushing his cock deeper, “Beg me to come inside this sweet pussy. I know how bad you need it.”

“Please come inside me,” you gasped out, “F-fuck, please, Paz, p-please come inside me. I’m so close, I just want to feel your come inside me, p-please.”

The thumb you just had in your mouth, hooked into the corner of your mouth, forcing your mouth open. “I want to hear you when you come on my cock,” he growled, “C’mon, sweetheart, be loud for me.”

And you were. Your legs were trembling, your muscles tensing and it felt like your soul had left your body as you moaned into the thick summer air, coming around his cock while he was still fucking you. His body was heavy on yours, keeping you grounded and leaving no chance of escape as he fucked you through your orgasm like he had just waited to show you how could he could make you feel even when your brain seemed unable to process anything that was going on.

“Good girl,” he praised you, “Go on, clench around me, love, make me come.”

Not shortly after, Paz came inside you. And he came a lot. So much, in fact, that you could feel the pressure that came with lying on your belly and as soon as he pulled out (both of you wincing at the loss of contact), his come already trickled out of your pussy.

“Shit it’s dripping out of you,” he cursed, still sitting behind you and you gasped when his fingers pushed it right back inside you, “We don’t want that, do we?”

You giggled, shaking your head as you slowly rolled onto your back. “No, we really don’t want that.”

In the warm light of the streetlamps that flooded up from the streets, you could see a wide smile on his glistening face, his eyes roaming over your face and body to make sure you were okay. He looked shy almost. As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life.

Paz leant down from where he had perched his head on his elbow. His lips pressed against your temple, his nose running along your hairline. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered, “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling perfect,” you corrected him with a tired smile, “I feel like I am a cloud.”

He laughed at that, deep and genuine and so fucking perfect it made your heart clench. “Would you like something to drink then?” he asked, his hand running over your thigh.

“Yes please,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath, “There’s some water in the fridge. I, uh, I think I’m gonna freshen up a bit.”

Paz sat up, swinging his legs over the end of the bed. The street lights illuminated his face as he looked at you and you could see the soft lines on his face. “Are you suggesting a midnight shower, sweetheart?” he teased you, shrugging on his boxers, “I could join you.”

You opened your mouth, ready to invite him for another round under the deliciously cool water when another voice pulled you out of your bubble.

“Are you two finished already?”

Paz chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple before turning his face towards the open window.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, his voice turning into a mumble as he continued to drop kisses down the side of your face until he reached your neck, “I’m busy.”

[spyridonya]

Ok, how about 10. cantankerous for the one word writing prompts 👀

Because Kadira would wave a sword in an emergcy, Hulrun does not die but is no longer Prelate. If Hulrun is so deeply respected because of his ability to fight demons, he'd be more well suited returning to military service.

The appearance of General Hulrun made Kadira's insides curl into black ice as she fixed her gaze upon her unwelcome visitor as he entered the War Room. Only the gods knew what she looked like right now, she had been going over files and directives with the Paralictor for several hours now. Knowing herself, the stress made her look like the bedraggled little girl running around with a shimmering sword trapped within her that likely saved someone's life upon her second introduction to Hulrun.

Relax your forehead, let it soften, ease the shoulders - he smells fear. She reminded herself, lectured herself, and told herself that she’s fought worse. 

However, as she looked at the scowl embedded in the features, the scars deepening the furrows and rags, most creatures she fought did not answer to Queen Galfrey with the adoration and fervor of a paladin to their god.

Hulrun, to his credit, waited until Kadira lifted her head from her work entire before he strode across from the entrance to her side, standing adjacent to her and towering in his superiority he wore like armor. "I have reason to believe that despite the graces that you hold with her Majesty and the Inheritor, that you are aiding and abiding a trailer in your midst."

Dear Gods and Shelyn's patience, her relays to the front were going to be derailed with this nonsense? The irritation bubbled under her skin as she lifted her chin higher, still reminding herself to relax with her posture. She had known the very moment that the former Prelate had arrived with Galfrey that something would come up.

"Prelate-" Perhaps pacifying him would-

"General," The correction is sharp, not quite a bark, and the furrow of heavy silvering brows deepens the crease of his bold battle scars. 

You fought a man made entirely of locusts. Kadira reminded herself as she fixed her gaze on the old man and allowed silence to slip between them before she began, again. "Forgive me for asking, but yet another traitor? If I recall, Nurah Dendiwhar was vouched for by the Inquisition, which was surely a mistake. I can understand during the chaos of Kenabras' siege that others might have also slipped past the organizations usually impeccable standards."

The words are not hers, and yet they are. The sharp edge that underlays the civility of her words to make them impatient, cutting, perhaps even cruel. The hypocrisy of it all had struck her on the nose, despite it always being there, and the man going back to his witch-hunting ways the moment he stepped into her city despite the honors granted to him was unpardonable.

Hulrun stares at her like the scruffy tiefling that she was, and not the beloved of angels, almost attempting to remind of her true place. But his temper is too quick and his demeanor too curmudgeon for it to simmer properly and implant doubt in Kadira's mind when he speaks, "You would very well know, you were the one to abide he and his cultists’ escape into the ruins of Kenabras."

Oh, Callrista's Balls.

"The worship of Desna has been documented well before the Age of Darkness and her church has existed in various forums for all but perpetuity." An irony, considering the goddess and her fleeting nature, "They are by no means a cult and within my investigation of the Wardstones, by personally speaking to the angels that agreed to be bound there, Ramien and his keep did nothing to corrupt the wardstone."

"Dear girl-" He began.

"Knight Commander."

"Knight Commander, you were not there when the Red Morning Massacre happened-"

No. But my grandmother had to scramble with her family into horse stalls and their manure out of sheer abject horror, because she saw the results of what happens when demons don't kill. She's dust and spirit now, old man.

"-when Minagho spilled blood of innocent on the Wardstone-"

"Well, obviously the Wardstone wasn't much helpful if Minagho was able to breach into Kenabras." She cut in quickly, a part of her ashamed for correcting an elder, another part reminding herself she was an elder. "I don't see how the blood could have made things worse, she was already inside."

The older man blinked hard, those white whiskers quivering with indignation and mild shock. How often did he tell this story to the Inquisitors? Was this the first time someone pointed out the inconsistency of that story to him?

"He is still guilty of breaking and entering, Knight Commander." His tone is sharp as a knife, and Kadira felt pressure behind her temples. "As such-"

"And as such, he was made Prelate when you were made a General, seeing he is the highest ranking Priest that managed to live through the siege. If you have disagreements with his placement, Queen Galfrey is in Drezen, as you well know. I am not to give up a guest, regardless if Ramien was Prelate or not. Hospitality is an ancient rite, far older than Desna or Iomeade, and I will not break it because you disagree with your Queen."

There was a twitch in his eyebrow. "I see." He didn’t see, Kadira knew that he couldn’, but Kadira also knew he was loyal to Galfrey in all things. "I will... I will speak to her majesty and return to you when time permits."

The general turned on his heel, his boots clacked sharply on the floor of the headquarters, his gaze flashing black at Regill who watched silently the entire time, and strode out of the War Room with the red of his cloak trailing after him.

At the sound of the door shutting behind him, Kadira felt her body completely relax as a sigh left her, as if strings were cut on a puppet. Her forehead hit the table and her vision was veiled by her hair for a moment.

"May I inquire with you, Commander?" The heavier tones of Regill's voice was almost like a blessing as she turned her head against the table, her eyes falling upon the Paralictor who sat not quite at her current level.

"Yes," No, not really. But she was remarkably proud that Regill hadn't slide in like a knife into the brief conversation. He tended to do so in more informal occasions, but within the war room he waited before committing verbal vivisection of someone in Galfrey's court. 

(Both he and Daeran shared that lovely hobby, but never managed to bond over it.)

"Does Hulrun truly expect you to believe he witnessed an event that occurred when I was not quite middle aged?" The gnome retains his hawklike sharpness, the disdain set more by brows and tone than truly changing his expression. "An event Queen Galfrey was not yet quite a woman for?"

Kadira shrugged, though she supposed with her almost prone position of her cheek against the table made it hard to see. Rather, she lifted her hands and mimicked the gesture. "My grandmother was still a girl and hadn't met my grandfather. It was a threat she'd give me and my cousins if we didn't behave properly. ‘If you don’t stop climbing those walls, Kadira Staradottir, Minagho is going to splash your innards on the statute of Iomedae!’" She paused for a moment to think, “I believe the former Prelate is only a few years younger than me, chronologically speaking. I'm surprised you're not questioning his sanity."

"I'm questioning his efficiency in his methods of discipline,." Regill dryly answered, turning back to his paperwork.

Somehow, Kadira thinks, that's even worse.