#Amby was right up in my face

[redhead-radiohead]

Saw the Murlocs in St Paul last night!! Was lucky enough to be in the front row right next to the stage!! I was so close Amby sweated on me!! 10/10 worth being pushed and shoved and crushed by strangers

I know I said Gizzy Wizzy was the best concert I’ve been to but I’m not so certain anymore…

Some pictures I took:

[notjustjavierpena]

i love how playful javi and wife are in the bedroom sometimes. cracking jokes and being gross. they’re so comfortable with each other and it really shines in these moments.

I would love to see a drabble focusing on them absolutely loosing it laughing while being intimate.

Giggles (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: This was lovely to write! However, it was so hard (no pun intended) to come up with a joke on the spot. I have a whole list now for future use. Also - when does the word count get high enough for it to stop being a drabble?

Summary: You make a joke for the first time during sex.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, female masturbation, oral sex (m receicing), mouth-fucking, dirty talk, cumshot, giggles and love

Word count: 1.2k

Giggles

It has been four months now and it is the best sex of your life. It is not like you have a million different experiences to compare with being with Javier Peña but whenever he has you naked, you just know that it doesn’t feel like this with others and you doubt others have even felt the way you do with their own partner. The stupid man makes you come so hard that you lose sense of time and space, and you walk around in a cockdrunk haze that consists almost entirely of waiting for the next time you can see him.

One more thing. He makes you giggle. Tiny snickers come from your mouth even when he is inside of you, and his eyes gleam with boyish pride and joy whenever you accidentally snort from laughter during sex.

“What was that?” He always asks, pulling your hands from your face whenever embarrassment heats up your cheeks enough for you to want to hide behind something. Seeing the look of humiliation on your face when doing the perfect imitation of a pig during a time when you should be imitating the flawless femme fatale is apparently too funny for him not to mock lovingly. Sometimes, you think he might joke around on purpose for the sole benefit of hearing you laugh but you don’t dare hope that is the reason because that’ll mean this is love.

Like that time when you banged your dominant hand into your doorframe during a date night, hobbling around with a string of swears falling from your mouth, and then later couldn’t give him a handjob with your other one because the angle wasn’t right. He had looked at you with a shit-eating grin and asked if you weren’t ambi-dick-trous to which the laughter you gave made the pain subside completely.

However, despite all this, you still haven’t managed the courage to joke back at him during your most intimate moments. You suspect it is some kind of ridiculous attempt to maintain the illusion of being the sexy new girlfriend - God, that is what you are, isn’t it? His girlfriend - but at this point, you think the easiest way is just to break the rules you have made for yourself and dive headfirst into the waters of being funny in the bedroom too. Together.

You have been going down on him a lot lately, eager to please whether it is on your knees or lying down in the bed if it means being soaked in his taste and scent. That is why it seems like the perfect opportunity to earn a chuckle from him.

You are on your back on your bed, and have a hand on Javier’s lower stomach, nails scratching through the hairs right at the beginning of his happy trail, whilst the other one is between your legs to rub circles on your clit in a desperate fashion. Javier is fucking your mouth, the soft skin of his cock sliding past your lips over and over. At this point, you feel like an expert in knowing what to do with your mouth to make him twitch and moan. It is rough, dirty, and only painful in a way that has you groaning for your orgasm.

“I can hear you,” he says breathlessly, voice shaking from how sensitive he is due to his own climax climbing. He is making the bed rattle from his thrusts, “You gonna come with my dick in your mouth, baby?”

You whine to say yes, and then you’re off. The first crash of pleasure washes over you and your jaw goes even slacker as everything below your belly button starts to pulse with no other reason than to make you feel like you’re in heaven. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl and you gag wetly with every other moan you let out.

“Jesus Christ, you are gorgeous when you come,” you hear Javier moan above you, sounding like he is just about to blow. You look up through your damp lashes again, and sure enough, you see that Javier’s eyes are closed and his jaw is locked tightly as he uses you to get off.

You tap his torso with your palm and he pulls back a moment after, brows furrowed and just about to ask when you interrupt him in his thoughts of concern.

“Come on my face,” you order but your voice is hardly commanding as it is hoarse from being throat-fucked.

Javier growls, already wrapping his hand around his spit-slicked dick. He strokes himself fast, eager to paint your face, “Fuck yes, I will.”

“Yeah?” Your voice oozes with dopamine and sex too, “Come on my face, Javi, please.”

“Eres una chica sucía (You’re a dirty girl),” he pants and dares to look down at you.

“I know,” you smile innocently, propping yourself up on your elbows, and opening your mouth with your tongue slightly out.

Javier is done for. He comes with a groan of your name, and it sounds so sweet even if followed by filthy swear words. You take the first shot of come in your mouth but as Javier’s climax peaks and his sounds become whines, his aim falters and the next spurts hit your cheek, jaw, and even across your chin.

He sounds like someone who’s trying to desperately outrun something or someone. His breaths are fast and strained, and you hold onto his sides to keep him steady as he moves to pick a few wipes from a pack on the nightstand that’s being more and more frequently used.

That is when it happens. You hadn’t actually planned what to say, thinking it would come off as too neurotic to schedule a joke. For this reason, it also takes you by surprise.

“So,” you say casually as he sweetly rids your face of his spill, “Come here often?”

He looks down at you with surprise and stops cleaning your face. He doesn’t say anything at first and even though his silence probably only lasts for a second or two, you feel panic rise in your chest. This is what you got for trying to be the funny girlfr—

Javier bursts into laughter. It is loud and unrestrained, and so pleasant to your ears that a flash of making him crack up like that every day for the rest of your life pops up in your mind. How on earth have you waited so long to hear that sound? You watch in awe as he gets crinkles around his eyes, chest rising and falling in short bursts of the lightness laughter brings.

The laughter develops into giggles instead and he is finally able to wipe the rest of your face clean. You find everything about it so infectious that you cannot keep your own snickering at bay. You join in, and after he throws the crumpled wipes on the nightstand, he flops down on top of you to pull you close to his chest.

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he snickers. He doesn’t seem to be able to stop even if it wasn’t that funny - evidently high on post-orgasmic bliss - and you don’t want him to anyway. It is sweet happiness even as he pulls back for a second to look at you, only to start crying with laughter all over again.

You have nothing that you need to get out of bed for. You have all the time in the world. You giggle along with him and listen to his stuttering breaths and try to think of another joke.

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[yourdeluluescapist]

SHACKLES| Bangchan X Fem!reader| Request! @jiyeonslays

A/N: For some reason, anytime I give a date on anything. Life decides to hit me with its trials. Romance for some reason hinders fanfics. It was supposed to only take 2 days, but apparently my love life didn't like that answer. But i did put in more effort to make it a little more worth it. <3

Warnings: smut, creampie, semi rough sex, half angst half fluff.

WC:1617.

✧

It’d been 2 years since he went to jail for murdering him. You’d wished it hadn’t been labeled murder, it was just much needed vindication. He did it for you, to protect you, to make sure nothing came between him and his love. But thankfully, he was released today. And you were damn well gonna give him a warm welcome.

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The price of safety from another almost felt like it wasn’t worth it. You’d missed Chan ever since he was locked up, even if it was legally wrong. It was the only way, the only exceptional thing that could’ve been done to keep you safe. You knew damn well if he didn’t do what he did, it would’ve broken you. 

You normally weren’t the one that thought killing another should ever be an option. But the pain, the abuse that went under every type, and the downright disgusting treatment of you.  It felt right, divine intervention, the only call that could begin to rectify and convict your ex of his act of torture.

Hours upon hours of his verbal berating, his fist clutching whenever you didn’t agree, and the pain from being treated like nothing and only seen as another thing on the earth that stole breath from the earth. 

But Chan? He saved you from that, freed you from that torment and showed you what real love was. Being treated like you mattered was refreshing and very much needed. He took care of you even after all the reassuring that killing him was the right decision. Throughout all he did, you were still never prepared to watch someone you hated with all of your being, simply die in front of you.

Trauma was never something you’d wanted to have to stomach, but knowing it all. You almost wished you pulled the trigger instead of Chan.

But all reminiscing made you forget the fact that you had ignored while rethinking all of this while spread out in your bed.

He’d be getting released today, and right now? You should have already been on the road..

A heavy groan and slow, yet heavy hand slowly dragging down your face. You clothed your naked body, got your keys, and left to start this dreadfully long 2 hour drive.

- - - 

He got into the passenger seat of your car, the look on his face looking different after so long. But his aura hasn't changed, he was still the same chan. Even after taking the life of a man who absolutely deserved it. That comforting smile still melted your heart, and all you wanted to see was that smile you had missed so much. All day, all night. 

“Hey, baby. It's been a while huh? Did you miss me?” Chan turned his head to you, smiling ear to ear as he studied your face again.

“Don’t ask me something stupid like that,” You leaned over from your seat and hugged him. “Of course I did, you know that.” You slightly pouted.

“Hey I was joking.” He chuckled, his tone softening from how much he missed you too. “I know you did, and you’re well aware I did too.” He embraced you and placed a gentle, clasping hand behind your head and kissed the top of your head.

”I wrote and sent you things every day! Even your favorite books, and sometimes those pictures we took a while ago.” You pulled yourself away from him to give him his space.

“And I thanked you for all of that. Especially those nude ones, I needed something to pleasure myself too.” He smirked, leaning onto the car down and placing his head on his fist.

“Even in prison, you're still a walking, talking cock.” You put the car in drive and pull out the lot.

“One you’d always happily service” He said in a jumpy tone, shooting a playful punch at your elbow.

Once you guys got on the road, silence and whatever was on the radio made the ambience of the car for the next hour. Though quiet, it was sweet. Being with him after all this time, you didn’t care how you spent your time with him.

Thinking back on all the unhinged and fun conversations you shared in this same car bestowed a lingering smile on your face. It was so good to see him again. Every part of your body pulsated and quivered with pent up excitement and libido. Being near him brought it all back, you haven’t done the deed with anyone since then, and you thought.

“God, I missed him badly. I’m wet just sitting next to him now, I’m so pent up I could just strip him and take him whole..” 

Knowing that, that's what you were going to do. You wanted him to take you whole, you’d been waiting for him to touch you, to fuck you, just simply kiss you after all this time. You just yearned for another time where his key would unlock your hole.

- - -

The feeling of being picked up and slammed on this bed he used to always take you on was lip biting. He didn’t waste a second when you shot the offer of. 

“Tonight, I don’t care what you do to me. Whatever hole you please, however rough you wanna do me. I just want you to fuck me crazy.” 

“Was this what you were waiting for? Just for me to fuck you like a slut?” He asked in a husky voice, his hands dancing against your breast. 

“Mhm.” You moaned at his touch, “That’s exactly what I want, I’ve been waiting years for this. I need you bad okay?” You quiver at every movement, you haven’t been so tense at a man’s touch since then. It feels like you couldn’t even handle this let alone full blown fucking. But your body told you, it wanted it all. 

“Well okay princess, I'm gonna have my way with you okay?” He leaned down, being mere inches away from your neck and began to pepper you down.

You nod in agreement, his lips feeling like butterfly wings across your skin as he kisses around your neck, slowly going down the line and making it to your clavicle, playfully nibbling at it and getting more sensual everytime your body shakes in pleasure. 

He groaned as his kisses got lower and the depth between each one getting harder and harder. You had basically begged for him to hurry up and get down to your pussy. Though he knew that, and he loved taking his sweet time to savor every part of you. To tease and to annoy you. 

“Oh, Chan!” You screamed, “Just get down there already, I'm begging you I can't take it anymore.” 

Taking what you said into playful consideration, he stopped kissing you from top to bottom and quickly dragged his tongue down your torso until he was met face to face with your sopping wet entrance.

He was like a plumber the way his tongue plunged his tongue in and out of your vagina. Also following that, the onslaught of a very much invited finger joined in to make sure your pipes were cleaned. 

He only sucked more and more, kept changing from fast and slow with his fingers. You couldn't handle it anymore, your body knew it couldn't hold that orgasm any longer. And knowing that, you came all over his face and his fingers.

“That's only the first time, sweetheart. He uttered, licking his finger clean and beginning to take his briefs off. Releasing his rock hard cock, veins bulging all the way from the tip down. Tense and ready to reunite with its plaything once more.

He had crawled on top of you, showing every ounce of his muscular body like it was in 4k. His big chest, his bolstering biceps, and chiseled abs. Also not ignoring his huge package that was waiting to get in the back of your truck.

“Are you finally gonna actually fuck me? You know I hate that foreplay shit, I'm too horny for that.” You playfully pout at him, a seductive smirk growing on your face.

“Mhm,” He began to drag his tip around your clit, covering it in all of your sweet juices. “Just you like it.” He said as he rammed it inside you, a strong sexual moan escaping your mouth with pants following its path.

“Oh my, FUCK. I needed this, after so long I’ve been begging to be filled up like this again. His cock is just playing inside me, I can feel every throb with double the effect. My pussy is just hugging him back with every time that dick shows me it still wants me.

He didn't beat around the bush this time, his strokes went deep. In and out repeatedly, harder and harder with every second that passed. You could feel him getting closer and closer, and you only began to think more wildly. Making you wrap your arms around his torso, your grip tight as he started to pound you harder. 

“Cum inside me, Chan. Please, I want it so bad.” 

“As you wish, princess.” He replied, going balls deep inside you and releasing a fat load inside you. One that would definitely knock you up.

You pant and pant feeling his cum course through your vagina.

After he dropped that inside you, he had basically collapsed on top of you, obviously wore out after so long without sex. Though he was heavy this was the only time that you would let this happen .So you caressed his head and your fingers through his hair as he cuddled up on you. 

You missed this and would do anything to keep this forevermore.

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 30/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, Ben being a dick

Word Count: 6788

A/N: This is part 30 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against Ben's lips, the warmth of your affectionate gesture momentarily easing the tension between you. As you pulled back, you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Hey, could we eat something?", you asked. "I'm starving. And… maybe we could go out? You know, just the two of us?".

You hoped that Ben would agree, knowing that he had never taken you out for a date before. It would be a nice change of pace, a chance to enjoy each other's company away from the chaos of everyday life.

Ben's gaze softened as he looked down at you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Yeah, sure", he replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of a quiet dinner together.

As Ben looked at the dress you had laid out on the bed minutes later, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "So, you mean that kind of going out?", he asked with a teasing tone, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gestured towards your outfit.

You glanced at Ben from the bathroom, a hint of shyness in your expression as you spoke. "Well, until today, I didn't even got a proper date", you mumbled softly, feeling a pang of realization at the admission. "You sure knocked me up, but we never went on a date".

Ben chuckled at your comment, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Smooth, sweetheart", he murmured affectionately, shaking his head in amusement.

"Well, seems like I have to get all dressed up then", he added with a playful grin, walking over to his closet to pick out something suitable for your impromptu date.

Ben sat in the living room, clad in a crisp white dress shirt and snug black slacks. He idly waited for you, passing the time with another line of cocaine.

As you walked into the living room, the vibrant red dress hugging your curves and accentuating the tiny bump, Ben's eyes widened slightly at the sight of you. He choked on his whiskey, momentarily taken aback by your stunning appearance.

But when he saw your face drop at his reaction, his heart sank. "You don't like it… I knew it", you mumbled, your voice tinged with insecurity. You were well aware of Ben's past with various top models and breathtaking girls, and sometimes that knowledge made you feel insecure about your own appearance.

Ben quickly got up from his seat, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You're fucking kidding, right?", he muttered, his voice laced with urgency as he closed the distance between you.

Taking your hand, Ben spun you around slowly, his eyes roving over your figure appreciatively. "Look at you, turning heads everywhere you go. Fucking hot as always".

His words were tinged with a hint of teasing, but also genuine appreciation for your beauty.

You blushed again, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. "But it's not quite flattering", you mumbled, pointing down to your little belly, your insecurity creeping in despite his praise.

Ben's eyes softened as he looked at you, his hand gently resting on your waist. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. You carrying our baby, looking absolutely stunning while doing it. Trust me, sweetheart, there's nothing more beautiful than that".

Ben smiled warmly, leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly. "And now, let's go get some food into you", he murmured as he guided you towards the door.

As you sat at the table, taking in the quiet ambience of the upscale restaurant, you couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for Ben's thoughtfulness. His efforts to keep you safe and out of the spotlight meant a lot to you, even if it sometimes felt isolating.

Across from you, Ben's gaze softened as he watched you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I wanted us to have some privacy", he explained, his voice low and reassuring. "Just you and me tonight".

As Ben looked at you, his heart swelled with emotion, seeing your little belly more prominent as you sat at the table. It was a tangible reminder of the life growing inside you, a symbol of the future he had always hoped for but never dared to imagine could be his.

You caught his gaze and offered him a warm smile, unaware of the flood of emotions surging through his mind. For Ben, this moment was everything he had ever wanted—a beautiful woman, the promise of a family, and the chance to create a future together.

You noticed Ben's gaze actually was on your belly. Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you asked him, "So, are you hoping for a girl or a boy?".

You already knew his answer would likely be something typically macho.

Ben's lips curled into a playful smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on your belly for a moment longer before meeting your eyes. "Well, obviously a boy", he replied with a chuckle, his tone carrying a hint of mock seriousness. "Gonna teach him how to throw a punch before he can even fucking walk".

You chuckled at his response, shaking your head in amusement. "Oh, great", you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Another Ben running around, breaking hearts and causing trouble. What could possibly go wrong with that?".

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Breaking hearts?", he repeated, his tone laced with mock innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart. I'm a perfect gentleman".

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Oh, of course", you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because perfect gentlemen are known for their charming arrogance and devilish smiles".

"Well, sweetheart", he began, leaning in closer, "if my charming arrogance and devilish smile are what make you come over and over again, then I must be doing something right".

Ben leaned back slightly, his smirk widening as he noticed the flush creeping up your neck. "Oh, I see I've hit the mark", he teased, his voice low and husky. "I must say, I do have a way with words, don't I?".

"You certainly have a way of making me blush", you admitted.

"And horny", he added with a wink and leaned closer to you across the table.

"Stop that", you whispered.

"Stop what?", he teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to maintain a sense of composure despite the way his intense gaze stirred something deep within you. "Stop being so… you", you replied.

Ben leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered huskily, "But being me is what you love, isn't it?".

You couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of his lips brushing against your skin, sending a delicious thrill down your spine. "Maybe", you teased back, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's lips curled into a playful smirk as he leaned back again, his eyes still locked with yours. "Admit it, you love every bit of it", his voice low and dripping with confidence.

Just then, the waitress arrived with your food, interrupting the charged moment between you and Ben. You exchanged a glance, both of you stifling a chuckle at the timing. As she set down the plates, Ben flashed the waitress a charming smile before turning his attention back to you.

You couldn't resist teasing Ben about his charming smile towards the waitress. "Oh, I see how it is", you teased playfully, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't know I had competition".

Ben flashed you a grin, his charm oozing effortlessly as he leaned back in his chair. "Competition? Please", he scoffed. "There's no contest when you're around, sweetheart".

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his cocky remark, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips nonetheless. "Smooth talker", you quipped, shaking your head in mock exasperation.

After the two of you finished dinner, the waitress came back to clear your plates. "Would you like to see the dessert menu?", she asked in a cheerful tone.

Ben's response was laced with innuendo as he flashed her a suggestive grin. "Oh, sweetheart, I've already got dessert right here", he replied with a wink, gesturing towards you in a way that left little to the imagination.

Again your cheeks flushed a deep crimson as Ben's words registered, and you couldn't help but stammer out a response. "Uh, I think we're good, thanks", you managed to mumble, your embarrassment evident in your tone as you avoided the waitress's gaze.

"Are you blushing again, baby?", he teased, his tone laced with amusement as he enjoyed your flustered reaction. "Or are you just imagining dessert?".

"Oh, shut up now!", you chuckled, swatting at his arm lightly. "You're the one with the dirty mind".

"Can you blame me? With you sitting across from me looking like that, it's hard not to think about dessert".

The evening wore on and while the playful banter between you and Ben continued, punctuated by stolen glances and shared laughter. With each passing moment, you felt yourself falling more deeply for him, grateful for the unexpected twists and turns that had brought you together.

You stepped inside the house an hour later.

In the bathroom, you carefully removed your earrings, Ben leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching you with a soft smile playing on his lips. The dim light cast gentle shadows across his face, accentuating the rugged contours of his features.

"Long day, huh?", he remarked, his voice low and soothing.

You nodded, a tired sigh escaping your lips. "Yeah".

Ben stepped closer, his presence comforting and reassuring. "Let me help you relax", he offered, his hands reaching out to gently massage your shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, grateful for his comforting presence. As his skilled fingers worked out the tension in your muscles, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over you.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered softly against your shoulder. "You look so fucking good in that dress", he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

You tilted your head slightly, allowing him better access as his hands trailed down your sides to your hips, his touch both gentle and possessive. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent tingles of anticipation coursing through your body, and you couldn't help but lean into his embrace, relishing the closeness between you.

As his lips continued to tease your neck, Ben's hand slipped under your dress and inside your panties from behind, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With a mischievous grin, he whispered teasingly against your skin, "You're so wet already, sweetheart. Did our little dinner date get you all worked up?".

His words, combined with his skillful touch, ignited a fire within you, and you could feel the heat building between your thighs as desire flooded your senses. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, unable to deny the effect he had on you.

Ben's gaze met yours in the mirror as he watched your reaction, a wicked grin spreading across his lips as he pushed two fingers inside you. He relished the sight of your flushed cheeks and the way your breath hitched in response to his touch. With a low chuckle, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You like that, don't you? You're still so responsive, sweetheart".

Your body shivered under his touch as his deep voice sent tingles down your spine. You knew all too well how easily he responded to you, always ready and eager. It was a testament to the desire he felt whenever he was near you. With a soft moan escaping your lips, you leaned back into him, relishing the feeling of his hardness against you.

With a swift motion, Ben scooped you up against his chest, his strength evident as he effortlessly held you close. As he withdrew his fingers, you couldn't help but whimper softly at the loss, only to gasp as he slipped them back into your panties from the front, his touch now more intimate and precise, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body.

Feeling his muscular arm around your ribcage, you leaned into his embrace, your knees growing weak as he softly bit your neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each gentle nip, you felt your arousal building, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you surrendered to his touch.

His voice resonated against your skin as he groaned, "You have no idea what you do to me. Just the thought of you carrying my baby… fuck, it drives me insane".

You tilted your head back slightly, a soft moan escaping your lips as his words washed over you. “You’re such a fucking turn-on”, you whispered.

Ben's lips curled into a devilish grin as he heard your words, his desire fueling the fire burning between you. "And you love every minute of it".

With that, Ben bent you over, your hands gripping the sink, anticipation surged through you. You knew exactly what was about to come, and the thought sent shivers of excitement down your spine. Ben's reflection met yours in the mirror, his eyes smoldering with desire as he positioned himself behind you.

As Ben slipped up your dress more, revealing the soft curves of your backside, he wasted no time in freeing himself from his pants and boxers, letting them pool around his thighs.

"Let me know if I need to ease up", Ben murmured, his voice low and gravelly with desire as he pressed himself against you. The memory of your bruises lingered in his mind, fueling his determination to be careful with you this time.

Seeing your nod, Ben's hands gripping your hips. With a deep breath, he began to push into you, his movements slow and controlled, mindful of your comfort and pleasure.

As Ben eased into you, you couldn't help but grip the sink tighter, your knuckles turning white as pleasure surged through you, heightened by the sensitivity you had experienced since your pregnancy began.

"You good?". His words were filled with concern, his movements slow and deliberate as he gauged your response.

Your breath hitched as you managed to murmur, "Yeah", your voice barely audible amidst the haze of pleasure enveloping you

As Ben moved inside you, he felt a heady mix of desire and restraint. His movements were slow and steady, each one calculated to bring you pleasure without causing any discomfort. With each gentle push, he could feel the warmth of your body enveloping him.

Despite the restraint, there was an underlying intensity to his movements, a raw passion that simmered just below the surface. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you as he set a rhythm that matched the beating of your heart. With each thrust, he felt a surge of pleasure coursing through him, mingling with the deep connection he felt with you.

As he moved, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of you in the mirror.

Amidst your heavy breaths, you mumbled, "Fuck, you feel so damn good".

Ben, his own breath ragged with desire, tightened his grip on your hips, careful not to exert too much force. His veins stood out in stark relief against his skin, a testament to the effort of holding back, of restraining himself for your sake.

With every thrust, every touch, the intensity between you grew, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume you both in its fiery embrace.

As Ben's groans filled the air, he admitted breathlessly, "I won't last much long". His gaze remained fixed on your face through the mirror, drinking in every expression, every gasp of pleasure that crossed your lips.

The intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. But even as his body screamed for release, he held on, desperate to savor every moment of this intoxicating pleasure shared between you.

"Come for me, sweetheart", he urged. His movements became more deliberate, more focused on driving you to the peak of ecstasy before he allowed himself to follow.

He wanted nothing more than to witness the pleasure wash over you, to feel the tight clench of your body around him.

With a firm hand on your lower back, Ben adjusted your position slightly, angling himself to brush against your most sensitive spots with each thrust.

Your moans filled the room as Ben's expert adjustment sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With an almost immediate response, you felt yourself unraveling, pleasure washing over you in powerful waves as you reached the peak of ecstasy.

Ben's own arousal skyrocketed as he felt your body shudder with pleasure. With your climax igniting his own desire, he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a low growl, Ben thrust deeply into you, riding the wave of ecstasy as he found release. His grip on you tightened momentarily before he slowly eased off, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against your back.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ben's breathing gradually slowed, his chest rising and falling heavily against your back. He remained pressed against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, savoring the closeness between you. With a contented sigh, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his heart still racing with the intensity of their shared passion.

Wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, you remained still, feeling his heartbeat against your back as his arms held you securely. The sensation of his lingering presence, coupled with the gentle rhythm of his breathing, enveloped you in a cocoon of intimacy.

Ben's voice was a soft murmur against your ear as he spoke, his breath warm against your skin. "You okay?", he whispered, his tone filled with concern as he pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, feeling his warmth enveloping you. "Yeah", you murmured, a contented smile playing at your lips as you leaned back into his embrace.

As Ben pulled back slightly, his cum trickled out of you, leaving a warm sensation in its wake. Without hesitation, he reached for a nearby towel, gently cleaning you up with careful strokes, his touch both tender and intimate.

"You're such a mess", Ben chuckled softly, his voice filled with affection as he continued to clean you up. "But a beautiful mess".

"Well, you're the one who always wants to cum inside me", you teased, looking at him. "Can't blame me for the mess you make".

Ben chuckled, his hands still gently cleaning you up. "Can't help it when you feel so fucking good", he replied. "But I'll clean up my mess, don't you worry".

"You better", you teased, turning your head to press a soft kiss against his cheek. "I don't want to be dripping all over the place".

"You're such a handful", he murmured, his voice tinged with affection.

As Ben pulled up his pants, you let out a tired yawn, snuggling up to him and resting your head against his chest.

Ben gently lifted you into his arms, carrying you towards the bed and carefully laying you down. You felt utterly drained, every muscle in your body aching with exhaustion. With a tired sigh, you sat up slowly, peeling off your dress until you were completely naked. Pulling the blanket up to cover yourself, you settled back against the pillows, ready to drift off into a deep and restful sleep.

Ben also undressed with a tired sigh, slipping into bed beside you. He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist as he planted a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Someone's become quite the cuddler", you teased with a yawn, earning a low growl from him in response. His fingers found their way to your ass, giving it a playful pinch as he replied, "Watch it, sweetheart".

You chuckled softly at his reaction, feeling his hand tracing down towards your belly. As his palm settled against your soft skin, you both fell silent, while he listening to the steady rhythm of your unborn child's heartbeat. It was a moment of peace and connection, one that made you cuddle even closer against Ben.

As he watched you sleep, Ben's mind wandered, contemplating the idea of relinquishing control of the supes to someone else. The thought of being able to spend every moment with you and the baby was enticing, but he quickly dismissed it. There was no one else he could trust to lead the supes like him, no one who could maintain order and keep everyone in line the way he could. Despite the challenges and responsibilities that came with his position, he knew it was where he belonged, even if it meant sacrificing some time with his growing family.

A few hours later, Ben stirred from his slumber, instantly alert as he saw you hurriedly darting towards the bathroom. Concern etched across his face, he tiredly followed you.

"Hey, hey", Ben murmured, crouching beside you as you leaned over the toilet, holding back your hair. "That's not normal". His voice was laced with concern as he gently rubbed your naked, cold back, feeling a pang of worry shoot through him.

For weeks, hardly a single day went by when you didn't vomit.

"Baby, you're fucking cold", Ben murmured, his concern growing as he felt the chill radiating from your trembling body.

Ben's touch was gentle yet firm as he pressed his palm against your hot forehead, his brows furrowing with worry as he watched over you.

With a sigh, he realized that your symptoms were worsening, and he couldn't shake off the worry gnawing at him. Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his voice soft with concern as he murmured, "We need to get you to the doctor first thing in the morning".

As you nodded weakly, clinging onto him, Ben carefully guided you back into bed, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He held you close against him, feeling the weight of your weakness. You were barely awake, your body drained from the ordeal. All he could do was hold you close and provide comfort as you drifted back into sleep.

Throughout the night, Ben didn't sleep for a second. He kept a vigilant watch over you, listening for any irregularities in your breathing or heartbeat, hoping that it wasn't as serious as it seemed. However, by morning, you felt even worse. Ben could see it in your pale complexion and the exhaustion etched into every line of your face.

With great care, Ben helped you into the shower, supporting you as you washed away the night's discomfort. He then assisted you in getting dressed, his strong arms guiding you gently as you struggled with dizziness and weakness. It was clear that you needed his support now more than ever.

As Ben helped you into the shower and dressed you, you couldn't help but mumble apologies, your voice strained with exhaustion and frustration. "I'm so sorry", you repeated over and over again, the words tinged with self-deprecation. You hated feeling this vulnerable, confirming Ben's beliefs about the weakness of humans. Yet, without his support, you could barely hold yourself upright.

As Ben drove to Vought with you beside him, you continued to mumble apologies, your voice filled with remorse. "I'm sorry", you whispered again, your words laced with frustration.

Ben glanced at you, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "Stop apologizing!", he muttered, a hint of frustration in his tone. "Just focus on getting better".

You nodded weakly, feeling a pang of guilt for burdening him with your weakness.

Feeling the weight of your tears, Ben took a deep breath, trying to steady his fraying nerves. He knew he shouldn't let his frustration get the best of him, especially when you were already feeling so vulnerable.

"Hey", he said gently, reaching out to touch your hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just worried about you and the baby".

His words were softened with genuine concern as he tried to reassure you, despite his own fatigue and anxiety.

As your tears continued to fall, Ben's patience wore thin, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with frustration. He felt a surge of helplessness wash over him, unsure of how to comfort you when he was struggling to keep himself together.

"Come on", he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched as he navigated through traffic. "We'll get you checked out, see what's going on".

"I-I think… my belly hurts", you managed to choke out, your hand instinctively reaching for your abdomen as another wave of tears fell. "It hurts… really bad".

Your voice trembled with pain and fear, and you looked to Ben, hoping for some reassurance amidst the overwhelming discomfort.

Ben's eyes widened slightly in alarm as he pushed your hand aside, replacing it with his own as he gently pressed against your belly. It took a few moments, but eventually, he felt the faint thud of the baby's heartbeat beneath his palm. It wasn't as strong as it used to be, and a wave of panic washed over him.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened even further as he tried to keep his composure, his mind racing with worry and concern for both you and the baby.

Concern etched across your face, you turned to Ben, your voice trembling with fear and pain. "Ben, what's going on?", you choked out, the pain intensifying with each passing moment.

Ben withdrew his hand from your belly, a worried frown creasing his brow. Clearing his throat, he struggled to find the right words. "The heartbeat of the baby seems weaker, but I'm not a doctor", he mumbled softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Parking his car in the underground car park, he glanced at you, his expression tense with concern. "We need to get you checked out", he said firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. "Let's go".

Feeling weaker and more afraid than ever, you leaned into Ben's support as the elevator ascended to the doctor's floor. His arm around your hips steadied you as the doors opened, revealing a team of medical professionals already waiting for you.

Ben's grip tightened around you, a silent reassurance as he guided you toward the team. Despite his usual bravado, his worry was palpable, his concern for you and the baby etched into every line of his face.

Stepping onto the doctor's floor, you and Ben were greeted by a team already assembled and ready to assist. They attempted to calm the two of you, reassuring you that as long as you didn't bleed or pass out, everything was fine. Deep down, they knew it wasn't that simple, but they were wary of causing further panic.

Ben's jaw clenched as he listened to the doctors' words. He glanced at you, silently offering his support as the medical team began their examination.

In the examination room, you clung to Ben's hand tightly, seeking comfort in his presence. He stood steadfast by your side, his grip reassuring as you braced yourself for the ultrasound. The doctor began the procedure, the sound of the machine filling the room as they carefully examined your belly.

Ben's gaze never left you. He remained silent.

The doctor finished the ultrasound, studying the images carefully before stepping back. Meanwhile, the nurse took your blood pressure, her movements precise and efficient. As the doctor conferred with another nurse, they turned to you with a solemn expression.

"The heartbeat of the baby is a bit weak", the doctor explained gently, their voice filled with concern. "We need to monitor you closely and take some additional tests to understand what's happening".

The doctor turned to Ben, who was poised to ask more questions, and reassured him with a calm demeanor. "Right now, everything seems okay", he explained, his tone measured. "It's not perfect, but it's not life-threatening either. We'll continue to monitor (Y/N) closely and take the necessary steps to ensure both her and the baby's well-being".

Ben exhaled softly and looked down at you. As another, older nurse came with a hospital gown, he stepped back a little. As the nurse assisted you into the hospital gown, her eyes briefly flickered over the bruises scattered across your skin. Sensing the tension, she gently inquired, "Are those bruises recent?". Ben's jaw clenched, his gaze momentarily averted. Your cheeks flushed, feeling his discomfort.

You cleared your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment as you nodded slightly. "Um, yeah", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "They're, uh, from… accidents".

The nurse furrowed her brow, clearly concerned. "Accidents?", she repeated, her tone gentle yet probing. "Are you sure everything is okay at home? You don't have to be afraid to tell us if something's wrong".

Ben's voice rose, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Do you honestly think I would lay a fucking finger on her?", he snapped, his tone sharp and defensive. "I'm not some abusive asshole. Those bruises… they're from…". He trailed off, realizing he couldn't bring himself to explain the true cause.

The nurse, accustomed to dealing with supes and their peculiarities, simply rolled her eyes at Ben's outburst. "Alright, alright, calm down", she said, her tone gentle but firm. "I've seen my fair share of unusual circumstances. You can tell me the truth, you know".

As she closed your gown gently, she gave Ben a knowing look, silently urging him to open up.

Ben took a deep breath, his frustration evident in his voice as he reluctantly began to explain. "Look, it's not what you think", he started, his tone a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability. "I didn't… I mean, I would never…". He struggled to find the right words, his jaw tense as he glanced at you, silently apologizing for the uncomfortable situation.

The nurse's tone softened slightly as she addressed Ben, her expression empathetic yet firm. "Look, I get it. You're a supe, and she's human. But you've got to be more careful", she said, her voice gentle yet authoritative. "We've seen it all before. It's not about cracking her open, it's about understanding your own strength and knowing when to hold back. It can be challenging, especially during sex, but you must learn-…".

“Okay, stop”, Ben interrupted, feeling completely uncomfortable.

"Well, but especially you, the great soldier boy, should know better", she continued, her voice tinged with a hint of reproach. "You've got to learn to control that strength of yours, especially when it comes to someone you seem to care about".

Ben's frustration was palpable as he took a deep breath, visibly struggling to contain his temper. You could see the anger burning in his eyes as he turned towards the nurse. "Can you give us a minute, please?", you asked her softly, sensing that Ben needed a moment to compose himself.

The nurse nodded understandingly, sensing the tension in the air. "Of course", she replied, giving you a reassuring smile before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone with Ben.

You reached out to touch Ben's arm, your voice soft but firm. "Ben, please", you pleaded, your eyes searching his for any sign of relenting. But he remained tense, his jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his anger.

Feeling the chill, you wrapped your arms around yourself, longing for warmth. Sensing your discomfort, Ben sat beside you, gently pulling you onto his lap. His strong arms enveloped you, offering solace and comfort. As you nestled against his chest, his warmth seeped into you, gradually dispelling the cold.

As the doctor returned, he began conducting tests on me without pulling me away from Ben's bedside. "Have you been resting well like I asked you to?", he inquired, concern etched in his voice.

You glanced at him, your mind momentarily distracted by memories of the passionate moments shared with Ben. "Um, yes, I've been trying to".

The doctor nodded, his attention shifting back to his examination. "Good, it's crucial for your health and the baby's", he advised, his tone gentle yet firm. As he administered the infusion and antibiotics, you couldn't help but wonder about the implications of being pregnant with a supe baby.

As the doctor finished the tests, he turned his attention to Ben. "And how do you feel about the V medication, Soldier Boy?", he inquired, his tone professional yet curious.

Ben's brows furrowed slightly in confusion before he replied, "V medication?".

You shifted uncomfortably in the bed.

The truth about the risks of my pregnancy and the potential need for the V medication weighed heavily on your mind, yet you never told Ben about it.

Sensing the tension in the room, the doctor exchanged a knowing glance with you, before turning back to Ben. "I'll give the two of you a moment", he said gently, his tone understanding.

As the doctor stepped out of the room, leaving you alone, Ben's gaze bore into yours, searching for answers. "What's that?", he asked.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Ben's gaze as his eyes bored into yours. The air in the room felt thick with tension as you struggled to find the words to explain.

"I… I didn't want to worry you", you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "But there are risks… with the pregnancy. More than we thought".

Ben's expression darkened, his jaw tensing with anger. "Risks? What kind of risks?", he demanded, his voice rising with each word.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for his reaction. "The doctor mentioned… that the only help might be an… an unforshed V medication", you confessed, stumbling over the words as you struggled to articulate the truth.

Ben's eyes widened in disbelief, his fists clenching at his sides. "And you didn't think I deserved to fucking know this?", he growled.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to him. "I'm sorry, Ben", you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just… I didn't know how to tell you".

Ben rubbed his beard, a sure sign of his frustration, before he turned around abruptly. His back muscles flexed, a silent testament to the intensity of his emotions. You knew he was beyond just angry; he was majorly pissed.

Silence hung heavy in the air as Ben paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the room. Each step seemed to reverberate with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved tension. You watched him, feeling a pang of guilt gnaw at your insides.

Finally, Ben stopped in front of the window, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His shoulders tensed, and you could sense the turmoil raging within him. It was as if a storm was brewing beneath the surface, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

If you weren't feeling so dizzy and cold, you would have gone to him, but instead, you remained lying in the hospital bed, watching him with a heavy heart.

"You need to stay heads up with the supes who want to take you down and all that stuff… I just don't want to distract you".

Ben's eyes flashed with rage as your words reached his ears. Without a word, he stormed towards you, his steps echoing like thunder in the room. Before you could react, he grabbed the nightstand beside your bed and shoved it into the wall with such force that it shattered into pieces.

You recoiled in shock, the shards of wood and metal scattering across the floor around you. The intensity of Ben's anger left you speechless, a cold knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you realized the extent of his fury.

Your heart raced as you watched Ben's expression, recognizing the familiar signs of his temper but also sensing something darker beneath the surface. His gaze bore into you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, devoid of any trace of the love and warmth you were accustomed to.

Frozen in fear, you found yourself unable to utter a single word, the fear gripping your heart like a vice. All you could do was stare back at him, tears streaming down your heated cheeks.

As Ben saw the fear in your eyes and heard the rapid rhythm of your heart, a pained expression crossed his face. His clenched fists relaxed, and the anger in his eyes softened, replaced by a profound sense of remorse.

Ben's hand trembled as he reached out to cup your cheek, his heart heavy with regret. But as his fingertips grazed your skin, you flinched away, a reflex born of fear, and his touch fell short.

A strangled gasp escaped Ben's lips as he recoiled, the pain of rejection written across his face. "I'm sorry", he mumbled, "I didn't mean to…".

But his words trailed off, lost in the suffocating silence that hung between you.

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks.

"Fuck", Ben growled loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of the room, filled with frustration and self-loathing. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The door slammed shut behind him with such force that a few screws flew out, punctuating his departure with a final, resounding crash. The sound reverberated in the empty room, a stark reminder of the turmoil that had unfolded within its walls.

Alone once more, you were left to grapple with the aftermath of Ben's outburst, the echoes of his anger still ringing in your ears.

The nurse returned, her expression filled with concern as she took in the scene before her. "Are you alright?", she asked, her voice gentle and careful, as if afraid to disturb the fragile balance of the moment.

You nodded weakly, attempting to compose yourself despite the tremors still coursing through your body. "I'm fine", you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling foreign on your lips.

The nurse approached you slowly, her movements cautious as she checked your vitals and assessed your condition. Her touch was gentle.

She nurse pulled the blanket over your body, tucking you in with a tenderness that brought a lump to your throat. With a soft click of the remote, she dimmed the harsh hospital lights, casting the room in a gentle, soothing glow.

"He'll come back", the nurse mumbled reassuringly, her voice laced with empathy. "Probably with flowers or something. You need to rest, honey. Think about your baby".

You nodded weakly, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you.

But despite the nurse's comforting words, tears continued to fall unabated down your cheeks.

The nurse sighed heavily before quietly leaving the room, her presence fading into the silence that enveloped you once more. Alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake the feeling of regret that gnawed at your insides.

You knew you should have told Ben about the risks and the medication. But the memory of his rage and the coldness in his stare still sent shivers down your spine.

As the medication kicked in, its sedative effects washing over you like a gentle tide, your eyelids grew heavy, and you succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep. In the darkness of your dreams, the echoes of Ben's anger faded into the distance, replaced by a fleeting sense of peace.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Okay, but when the train pulls up and Ambrosius is waiting for them with the guards...

Ballister saw Ambrosius' face and then scrambled to hide...

Which honestly seemed a little out of character to me for a second because surely he isn't scared of these guards like that. He's beat their butts in training for most of their lives, right? (At least that's my headcannon)

It had to have been seeing Ambrosius that made him scurry like he's trying to hide from his crush.

More specifically, this is what I think was going on:

*pulls up to the station*

Nimona: We're here! Aww, and so are your friends!

Ballister thinking: shit, is Amby here? Is he mad?

Ballister *peaks out the window*

Ambrosius *major frowny face*

Ballister, who has had to deal with the 'disapproving hubbie face' only once before and hoped to never be on the other side of it again: gaaaah, oh shit, Bae is mad. Bae is very very mad.

I mean, I know they're both dealing with their own versions of feeling betrayed by the other in this scene, but I can't help but think Ballister has definitely seen that face before, (either at him like once or twice, and/or at countless people who had picked on Bal and did NOT live to tell the tale) and developed an instinctual "boyfriend is pissed, oh shit oh shit oh shit" kind of response.

[illbeyourreasonwhy]

Andi Mack Gift Exchange 2024

surprise bonk @sapphosclown!! I got you for the andi mack gift exchange!!

you mentioned wanting to see the gang in high school, so have some pre-prom shenanigans featuring established tyrus and mutual pining ambi!! hope you like it :)

and thank you thank you thank you to @paracosmicat for organising this! it was so much fun revisiting these characters!

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« Do you think I should ask Andi to prom?”

Cyrus found TJ’s eyes easily, the two of them exchanging an amused look as Amber looked around the cafeteria table imploringly. Across from them, Buffy rolled her eyes, while Jonah tilted his head, confused.

“Didn’t you already ask us this yesterday?”

“And the day before?” TJ offered.

“No,” Amber said. “I asked if you thought we should get Andi to come even though she goes to a different school. This time I’m asking if you think I should ask her. As my date.”

She looked around the table with a mix of vulnerability and expectation, like she was waiting for them to burst into shocked exclamations and follow-up questions at the revelation. Instead, Jonah nodded as if that were a given, and TJ turned back towards Cyrus, shaking his head at him in amusement.

“Go for it,” Buffy said; Cyrus was pretty sure she was just barely refraining from rolling her eyes again. “You know she’ll say yes.”

Amber’s eyes widened. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Jonah said as if it were obvious, “why wouldn’t she?”

At that, Amber seemed to deflate a little, her mouth opening and closing. “Well,” she managed eventually. She glanced around the table, still looking a little taken aback at their lack of reaction. She worked at her jaw for another moment, then said: “You know I don’t mean just as friends, right?”

This time, Cyrus couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. “Yes, Amber, we’re all fully aware.”

Amber looked at him, then at the rest of their friends, then leaned back into her chair. “Huh.”

Buffy took pity on her after a moment. “I hope you didn’t expect us to be surprised.”

Amber crossed her arms, pouting a little. “A little bit of surprise would be nice,” she mumbled.

As one, Buffy and TJ pretended to gasp, while Cyrus threw his chair back, his face going slack. “You like Andi?” he asked, clutching at his chest. “I never would have guessed!”

A sheepish smile broke onto Amber’s face. “Okay, okay, I get it,” she said. “I guess I’ve been a little obvious.”

“You’re not the only one,” TJ muttered. Cyrus elbowed him.

The conversation was interrupted by Marty’s arrival, slamming his tray down on the table next to Buffy and making half of them jump. On the other side of the table, Iris dropped into the seat next to Amber’s much more quietly.

“Hey, guys,” she said. “What did we miss?”

“Amber’s angsting about asking Andi to prom,” Cyrus said.

Marty’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Yeah, I thought we went over this yesterday.”

“No,” Amber hissed, exasperated. “We didn’t.”

Marty exchanged a puzzled look with Jonah, then shrugged, picking up his apple.

“Well, answer’s the same. You should do it.” He took a bite out of his apple. “It’ll be a cute second date.”

Amber almost choked on her drink.

“Second date?” she spluttered.

“Yeah, what are you talking about, Marty?” Jonah said. He grinned innocently. “They’ve been on at least six dates by now.”

“We’ve what?!”

Cyrus burst out laughing, burying the most of it in TJ’s shoulder for Amber’s sake – not that it did much to hide it, considering TJ was also laughing. Across from them, Buffy was pressing her lips together in an obvious attempt to stop herself from doing the same, and even Iris had hastily hidden her face away behind a large gulp of coffee.

“I’m sorry,” Amber started, her voice a little strained, “what do you mean by six dates?”

“Yeah, I’m also confused,” Marty said, looking between Amber and Jonah with only the slight twitch to the corner of his lips betraying him, “I thought you and Andi finally got together last week. Didn’t you go to that art museum this weekend?”

“Wh – what?” Amber’s head swung wildly from side to side as she looked between all of them. “Yes, we did, but that wasn’t a date.”

“It wasn’t?” Jonah asked, still looking politely bewildered. Cyrus was tempted to believe he was genuinely surprised, with how oblivious Jonah could be, but – Jonah met his eyes across the table, the barest flicker of amusement betraying how funny he was finding this. That realization was enough to send him into another fit of giggles. “What about all those times you get coffee, just the two of you? Or that time you went to the flea market together? Those weren’t dates?”

Amber gaped at him. “… Not as far as I’m aware. Did Andi think those were dates?”

“She hasn’t said anything to me,” Cyrus quickly said, because the last thing they needed was Amber beginning to spiral. “I guarantee you I would have heard if she thought you guys were dating.”

“Yeah, same,” Buffy said. “Even though you kind of have been dating.”

TJ shrugged. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re both just as oblivious as the other.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay, Smitten Kippen.”

TJ’s cheeks went red. “Don’t call me that.”

“Aww, but I like it,” Cyrus cooed, running a hand through his hair. “I called you oblivious to your face and you still didn’t figure it out.”

“Like you were any better,” Jonah said, and – ouch. It was a low point if Jonah Beck was the one to call you oblivious.

“Okay, okay, that was three years ago, though,” Amber cut in. “Can we go back to my thing, which is happening right now?”

“Listen, it’s not our fault if you and Andi can’t figure out you’re going on dates.”

“We haven’t been going on dates!”

“You kind of have, though,” Iris said – gently, because unlike the rest of them she was kind enough to actually try easing Amber into the realization. “You’ve basically been dating Andi for at least two months.” At Amber’s disbelieving look, she shook her head. “Come on, Amber, that trip to the bookstore two weeks ago? When you each picked out books for the other? That was the most middle-of-the-rom-com-cute-date-montage thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Iris, you were there for that.”

“Yes, and I’ve never felt more like a third-wheel in my life than then. And I’ve crashed dates with TJ and Cyrus.”

“Hey,” TJ said, sounding offended, “I resent the implication that Amber and Andi are cuter than we are.”

“Uh, we’re so much cuter than you guys,” Amber said.

“You didn’t even realize you had a girlfriend until ten seconds ago!”

Amber’s face froze. “Oh my god, is Andi my girlfriend?”

TJ threw his hands into the air. “See, this is what I’m talking about!”

“Yeah, I gotta go with Teej on this one, Ambs,” Marty said. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Buffy. “Besides, if we’re talking cutest couple, me and Buffy win, hands down.”

“No you do not!” Cyrus said, affronted. “TJ and I went on a stargazing date last night!”

“Iris, what have you done?” Jonah whispered. “You’ve created a monster.”

Iris nodded grimly. “No, Jonah. I’ve created five monsters.”

[scoops-aboy86]

Wip Week/Weekend

Tagged by @steviewashere!

And look, I’ve been thinking, I have so many WIPs right now. Many of them for the 15 unanswered asks in my ask box. But there are a couple that I’ve been saying “I’m going to post more soon” for a while now; I really should work on those.

So in preparation for WIP Wednesday tomorrow, please take the following poll and I’ll do my result % times # of votes thing. Snippet of one of them below the cut.

He whines when Steve pulls back though, face flushed and lips red and hair that’s wonderfully mussed but somehow still perfect. 

“Shh.” Steve runs comforting hands over his thighs and belly again, looking up at him with wide eyes and an almost dazed smile. “Wanna look at you. Take my time for once.” He sighs, great ambi eyes taking Eddie in. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Eddie wriggles his hips impatiently. “I’d like to be fucking Gorgeous, but he’s too busy ogling me right now,” he says, pouting, and Steve’s snorting laugh is like distilled sunshine spilling warmly over his skin. over his skin. 

[henqtic]

magic it made . george weasley x reader . wc: 484.

authors note: unedited . a little summary is that the reader and george have moved into a flat in a muggle neighborhood and attempt to make the bed without magic.

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“this is so hard,” george huffed as he flopped down on the bed — the fitted sheet snapping from the two corners it had finally stuck to and curled over his face.

you’d finally signed the lease to the flat this morning. it was in a nice muggle town, the ones that you see on the television with trimmed bushes and picketed fences.

you needed a break from the wizarding world after everything had happened. losing life long friends, family members, and having your lives be at risk themselves, it was all too much.

he especially, being around his childhood home knowing that some of the most significant people a part of it could have been missing out of the frame.

it had been a month or two since you’d come to the consensus to finally move in together, and three hours since the weasleys and your friends left after helping you move everything in.

the nap you’d taken on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows had been more unpleasant than being exhausted — so you decided to get up and get the sheets on your actual bed.

which proved to be harder than you thought without magic.

george sighed, pushing the sheet off of his body and sitting up. his legs still touched the floor even with the platform of your bed.

“can’t we just magic it made? that was the first thing mum taught me and siblings because it would never look just the right way if we did it by hand,” he took you by the hips and placed you right in between his legs.

“but honey, we’re living in a muggle neighborhood for a reason — these people do muggle things all the time and i think the least we can do is learn how to make a bed properly,” you reasoned with a slight whine in your voice.

it was sheltering to be a part of a pureblood family, yes. but you had come to terms with that and worked to integrate different ideas into your lives. the last thing you were gonna allow was you and the love of your life to be a grown man and woman who couldn’t make a bed.

“it would be so much easier though love, and then we’d be able to actually use our new — king sized bed, without our families being within earshot. doesn’t that sound good?” he hummed, hooded eyes wandering down your figure like a fox.

he always knew how to steer a conversation.

“i thought you were tired. remember?”

you placed your hands around his neck, giving him an inquisitive look as he found something to answer with.

“i can preserve my energy for. . . better things.”

you hummed long in thought before he interrupted.

“it’ll just be this once, we can ring hermione tomorrow and ask her to teach us.”

“promise?”

“cross my heart and hope to die.”

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The Appeal of Doctor Doom

My new friend asked an innocent enough question about the particulars of one Victor von Doom and about my appreciation for the character. This is what I had to say in the chat:

I have a fascination with benign dictators, in the vein of Vlad Dracula. It would be nice if such an arrangement worked and would be even better if the next dictator wasn't terrible but the facts are against.

Call this a personality thing. I am so very ISTJ.

Doctor Doom is among the smartest people on Marvel's Earth. His country (he rules a Balkan state, you know) is free from want and everyone has dignified work and the place is even a safe haven for GRT caravans, Doom himself being a gypsy. But there is also no free determinism. That's the trade off. Doom rules with a literal iron fist.

He's conquered the world on more than one occasion and solved fundamental problems overnight. Mind, he gets bored without challenge and lets control slip from his fingers but he's nonetheless great at world rulership.

But let's stop pretending about his good qualities and look at his flaws.

First, psychologically and philosophically, he is more sorcerer than scientist. He's about the lore, not the process of getting answers. Heaven forbid Doom change his perspective on anything.

His motivations are (and here I equate him in DC with no one more so than Lex Luthor) ultimately deeply selfish and self-agrandizing.

Like in the original Secret Wars, when he got ultimate power, before he did thing one for the rest of the universe he fixed his own face.

He spirals out. There's a great recent series where he's going to solo patch a black hole developing on the moon (comics, right?) That accursed Richards calls him up during the countdown to thank him and wish him success. Doom can't comprehend such a gesture and convinces himself that Richards knows something he doesn't, so he makes impulsive adjustments to his outputs and blows himself into an alternate universe. That's Doom all over.

He's so close to something grand and good but is too lacking of character to be that.

I also just love how OP he is. He's in the top five of everything (brains, magic, tech, ass-beating, a-fine-country-you-have-there-ness) but it's EVERYTHING so when you put it into one package you get a guy who can trounce the Fantastic Four on a monthly basis and laugh at them from behind diplomatic immunity.

Doom gains and loses godhead like it was fast fashion.

So bottom line, a rich and multifaceted antagonist defeated again and again by his own flaws and inability to shed those flaws. That's good fiction.

End chat. I would add to this first that I love his fraught friendship with Namor the Submariner. Those two deserve each other.

I also am still floored by Doom's willpower. He can disregard the Purple Man at a distance of two feet.

Now, bear with me while I try to pin the ISTJ personality on Peter Parker (I would accept arguments that Peter's more of a ENFJ or that the Spider-man persona is more of a ESTJ and then we'd have to straighten out which persona is the base personality. And then there's ambis who are going to loudly try and debate me over the entire legitimacy of the Myers-Briggs when I'm just trying to have a fun discussion about fictional characters from the funny books. I digress.) I think Spidey and Doom share a lot of territory, only Spider-man is humble, selfless, long-suffering, forgiving of the smallness of his charges and detractors, and deeply responsible. Spider-man is who Doom would be if Doom could grow as a person.

[imma-sucker-for-a-beard]

One Hell of a dream!

Character pairing: Dean Winchester x You/Female reader - your POV

Word count: 1336

Warnings: Control, Possessive, fantasizing, smut, NSFW, Mention of breeding, Breeding kink, Knife play, Obedience, Dominance, 18+, teasing, fingering, Marking, Forced climax, Use of F word.

Author's Note: Since money doesn’t grow on trees and still wanting to give each other a Christmas gift, we decided to write each other a story based on random photos that were provided by the recipient. So this is my Christmas short story for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork All mistakes are my own.

Moodboard is my own creation.

Disclaimer: This fiction is not to be used or translated without permission. Reblogging is allowed directly from this post.

>>> Merry Christmas Ambie, I hope you had a lovely holiday. Thank you for being a sister from another mister. Lover you always and forever. <<<

You were sitting alone on Christmas eve after having spent some quality time at some friend’s place, you had been talking about favorite character from series and movies. A few guys had caused a fuzz then you and another woman had agreed upon Dean Winchester being hot and the ultimate muse for intense dreams. Now you were home and had been seeing four episodes until now, you weren’t ready for bed, but you had to because you were having company over the next day. You decided on putting on last episode on while lying in bed, there was no way you would skip that episode. ‘Mmm Future Dean, him and Demondean, now that was a Manwich you’d do.

You don’t remember putting anything in the oven let alone setting the timer. You got out of bed only wearing a tee and panties and headed for the kitchen what had you been thinking putting something in the oven at this time. Once in the kitchen you stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn’t your kitchen. The timer kept beeping as you looked back to see your room gone and a new bedroom was there instead. Okay this, was fucked up on so many levels.

“BABE! Are you gonna let the timer continue to beep or are you getting the rolls out of the oven?” you hear from the bedroom and saw a tired Jensen exit the bedroom and pasted you going to the oven and taking the muffin tin out.

“Jensen?” you said slow not believing your own eyes.

He breathed in deeply. “Mmm your cooking smells divine” facing you now, he crocked a brow. “Who the hell is Jensen.?” Walking up to you and pulling you closer he smirked putting a finger under your chin making you look up at him and placed a deep kiss on your lips before saying “how about you get you out of this tee?” you swatted his hands as he grabbed the hem of the tee.

You were still at a loss and staring realizing that you were dreaming. He chuckled giving you a cheeky grin. “Someone’s playing hard to get. That’s my girl.” He pulled you over to the table and you willing followed. “Babygirl I need you to sit. Then I’ll be right back.”

…………

You took a seat and watched as he entered the bedroom. You waited for what felt like an eternity, so you get up and went to the counter and saw a tin full of pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls. You were about to pick one up then you heard a deeper and huskier voice behind you. “What do you think you’re doing?” you spun around to see then you were now facing future Dean, with thigh holster and everything. “FUCK!” you exclaimed, and he laughed before his eyes darkened stepping close to you.

“That is exactly what I intent for us to do! Now hands on your back!”

You bit your lip and did as told slowly placing your hands on your back. “Yes, Dean”

He was now towering over you and looking down at you with lustful eyes. “Yes….. What?”

You gulped and cast your eyes down and purred “Yes, Daddy”

He breathed a laughed. “That’s better, Daddy’s good girl. Now I want you to look into my eyes as I strip you!” You looked up at him, hearing the sound of metal against the leather sheath as he pulled his knife from his holster, running it up over your skin sending shivers through your body. Bring the knife to your face he smirked. “Kiss it, pet. Kiss it and tell me what you need!”

You looked from him to the knife and back again wetting your lips before placing you lips against the coldness of the knife. “I want you to cut my clothes off and fuck me!”

He groaned approvingly and ran the edge of the knife along your cheek and down your neck before grabbing your tee and cut into it and the room filled with the sound of fabric ripping and you felt the cool air against your exposed chest. “Mmm” Dean ran the knife back up your exposed breasts and slightly pressed the tip of the knife against your right taunt nipple as he pinched your left. “Oh, the plans I have for you… Before this night is over, I’ll have marked you as mine and you’ll thank me for it.”

He pulled the tee off your shoulder and winked at you. “Now turn around Pet.!” You did as commanded, and he rewarded you with a spank on your right butt cheek that left a sting and a warmth that spread to you sex. “Thank you, Daddy” you spoke softly arching your back a little pushing your ass toward him as he stepped closer so you could feel the bulk in his pants.

“I want you to bend over the counter and grab the edge!” he demanded as he lightly pushed against your shoulders until you were laying with your breasts against the cold countertop. You turned your head to look back as best as you could to see what he would do next, since you felt his hand against your ass rubbing and squeezing lightly before slipping past your panties and finding your sex and thrusted two fingers to the palm of his hand growling. “Fuck You’re soaked. You’re such an eager pumpkin to please your master” pumping his fingers in you he added another and a fourth making you whimper aloud. “Argh Fuck, Daddy!”

The moist sounds of your soaked cunt filled the kitchen. When Dean pulled his fingers out you groaned at the emptiness. Dean grabbed the hem of your panties and dragged the back side over your ass and cut your panties off slowly pulling them of you, dragging them over your clit bending for laughing hauntingly in your ear. “I hope your ready pet!”

…………

You turned your head to look at him and, was met with black eyes and you sucked in air sharply seeing Demondean before your eyes. “I’ll put my spawn in you!”

You whimpered and pushed your ass against him “Please daddy!!! Fuck me!!”

He got back up and ripped his pants off and in seconds he buried himself to the hill, deep inside your cunt roaring at your tight fit. You screamed aloud as his sudden intrusion forced a climax from your body.

He ran his hand over your back as he bent down reaching around your throat tighten slightly forcing you to stand back up as he fucked you with vengeance. “You’re mine to do with as I please!” with his other hand he ran the knife over your sex, grunting in your ear as both your climaxes grew near, you felt him pulse inside you, he stopped just short of cumming, bringing the knife to your ribcage dragging the knife over your ribs cutting a pentagram in your thin skin under your left breast. The pain mixing with the pleasure bringing your over the edge and you climax hard, and Dean let go of your neck letting you drop to the countertop again grabbing your hips and fuck his climax into your womb, prolonging your climax till you slip into unconsciousness. You remember his voice in your ear saying something about growing spawn in your womb.

You wake in the morning to the white noise from the TV and your sore all over. You remember the dream and bring a hand to your left rib and feel something, quickly you get out of bed and hurry to the mirror and your eyes scan your ribcage and you lose your breath when your seen the red outline of a pentagram, instinctively you bring a hand to your belly, over your womb thinking to yourself that was one Hell of a dream!

[im-here-too-i-guess]

"Amby, do you have any idea what your student has done."

"I know As." Ambesh idly summoned glass screens, looking through them for information.

"They unleashed forbidden knowledge Amby. Accidently maybe, but you know what will happen."

"I know As." Ambesh flicked through his screens faster, looking for something.

"Are you even listening to me Amby?!" Ase stalked forwards, hands at his side.

"Yes, yes I am." Ambesh narrowed his eyes, summoning and flickering through even more screens.

"They will die, Amby."

"I know, As."

Ase forced Ambesh around, gripping onto his collar and forcing him closer to him.

"You will be placed at fault for not controlling your student, and you're just sitting here doing nothing."

"The fuck do you think I'm doing As? As long as Father doesn't know we'll be fine." The words were shaky at best. He glanced at one of his screens, finding the one he was searching for. "Aha!" He teleported out of Ase's hold and towards the screen.

"And what are you 'Aha!'ing for?" Ase stood beside Ambesh, looking at the screen.

"This, my dear older brother." He gestured towards the screen, showing the image of an orb. "Is the one way ticket to ensure my dear student's safety!"

Ase narrowed his eyes, having a feeling that he recognizes this orb from somewhere.

Ambesh reached his hand inside of it, digging around before freezing. "What." Ambesh stuck his other hand inside, digging around and with each second passing by he gets more and more frantic.

"Who the fuck took it." Ambesh's aura leaked out of his body slowly, rage filling his eyes as he dug further inside of the screen with the help of his tails in desperation. "How the fuck did they- where the fuck is my orb."

Ambesh pulled his hands out swiftly, turning around and walking back and forth. "Oh Father, oh Father this bad. This is extremely bad." Ambesh increased his pacing, his hands coming up to hold his head as the rage melts off his safe, replaced by fear and uncertainty.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit." Ambesh was stressed, he banked everything on that thing being right where he left it. Thin, spiderweb cracks appeared from his face.

"Amby, calm yourself-" Ase stepped forward, holding a hand out to the youngest. Ambesh didn't stop pacing. "Amby."

"WhatdoIdoIdon'twanthimtodie."

"Amby."

"Hedidn'tevenmeantoFatherwouldn'tkillhimoverthisright."

"AMBY!" Ase gripped onto Ambesh shoulders tightly forcing him to stop and look at him, the spiderweb cracks spread further over his form because of his worry. "You need to calm down Amby."

Ambesh was silent for a moment.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" Ambesh gripped onto Ase's collar, forcing him down to his level. "Why the hell should I do that? My student is going to die As!" The cracks got bigger and bigger. "He's going to die and it's going to be my fault. I should've looked after him more and-and." Ambesh voice died out, tears falling from his face as the cracks running along his body got even bigger.

"Echo. Seedling."

Cracks spread even further as Ambesh stilled. Even Ase started to decay a little when he saw him. Ambesh gripped onto him tighter, and even he did as well.

Calm, measured steps seem to grow louder than they should have been as he got closer and closer, towering over them as he stopped.

@lulu-nightbon I uh. Ran out of ideas on where to take this so uh u can have this unfinished one-

Or u can imagine what happens next mayhpas idkahfkdjfsg

[rust-bearer]

Got some zombie thoughts I figured you might enjoy, since they're sort of more First Aid oriented.

It’s nothing too big, for the most part, but lately I've been thinking a little bit more about Aid's relationship with Ambulon, and... well, his relationship with everyone, really, and I’m starting to wonder how that would affect him overall (gonna explain in further detail, that’s so fucking vague lol). He's such an interesting character, and it makes me wonder how long he would manage to survive the apocalypse in the long run. Not like, physically.

Well, maybe physically, but moreso mentally?

If you think about it, everyone else has the capacity for callousness. I mean, sure, so does he, but he's so... I don't know. It's hard to pinpoint. You've got the Combaticons, which — yeah, you know. You've got Ambulon, who strikes me as someone who's kind of seen how bad the world can get and no longer cares anymore, he's like that one shitty parent that's gonna be like "real world sucks kid, get over it" but like, without all the extra trauma. He's probably seen shit, been through it, too, and no longer cares. His mindset is seeing the world like the main character in “Train to Busan.” Sure, he cares, but he knows damn well it's gonna be everyone for themselves out there when SHTF, and he can’t let his own compassion cloud his judgment.

Anyway, this is supposed to be geared towards First Aid, sorry about that, um... okay. I feel like First Aid is gonna have a very, very hard time living post-apocalypse. He's gonna see people fucking other people over, he's gonna see the bitterness and nastiness humanity is known for capable of, hell, he's probably gonna LOSE a lot of the people he's close to. Going off of my Amby shows up out of nowhere thoughts, but it makes me wonder what will happen when he realizes Ambulon isn't going to stay.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like Ambulon is falling off the face of the earth or pulling that end-of-movie move like in "I Am Legend” (I HATED that ending, can you tell?). No, I think it'll be a "we need to sit down, you and I, and we need to talk about what happens moving forward."

Ambulon is an immunologist. As such, it’s his responsibility to solve this! …Right? He’s got duty, he’s got a career (sort of), but most importantly, he has a very, very strong sense of independence. He's stifled there, trapped together in the farmhouse. The Combaticon family gets on his nerves, he feels unsafe/vulnerable, and he just can't handle the way First Aid looks at those kids, all the kids he's rescued, with love and affection and care. He can't stomach the fact that he's going to be leaving, that he won't be staying long term, that he's going back to the abandoned clinic, and he HAS to tell First Aid this sooner rather than later.

I just can't help but imagine how this might affect Aid. Like, he's lost his family (gestalt) and didn't even get a proper goodbye, let alone burial... assuming they didn't up and leave the country or something. He lost his practice, his hospital/urgent care, the unlikely found family that comes from spending so much time with so many people JUST as compassion as him.

He found the Combaticons (sort of) and he's got the kids (for the most part). It's more soul-sucking than it is helpful, but he’s also got Ambulon: a strong, steady, intimidating broody person who he knows he can rely on, who he knows he can trust, and who he knows will be there with him until—oh, what's this? Ambulon's leaving now, too?

It's not forever, he knows. He’ll see him again, he thinks—no, he knows (well, he thinks he knows). They'll keep in touch, or... something. First Aid isn't sure of the logistics, but Ambulon claims he'll find a way to contact First Aid with information and updates and logistics and—and…. That’s it. Nothing personal. Nothing familial, or affectionate, just... information.

It probably hurts. It's probably discouraging, really. First Aid has proven to himself and to others than he can survive, but can he continue living like this?

Eugh, this is wayyyy longer than I'd planned. Still, just figured you might like to play around with this, especially since it does focus more on Aid's mental state and mindset throughout the entire ordeal. Brain stuff is my absolute favorite, so I couldn't help but think about it and give it some consideration. Happy holidays!!

Christmas kept me so busy I almost forgor about this ask while I let it stew in my brain. I don’t even know how but I remembered it when opening a bag of veggie straws and saw the straws had a Facebook; why would I follow their Facebook, what could they even update me on.

Anyway. Slightly related but the book version of I Am Legend does do things differently- I always liked the buildup of the movie, and the way it sets up the “this is his normal day routine” and casually has him lock down his entire house and quietly huddle in the bathroom the entire night in routine terror… really good.

I imagine Ambulon would actually have something similar to that; in the sense that, he does have this survivability to him. Really, he only died in the comics because it was a plot point: First Aid needed someone to die for his ‘moment’, and Ambulon needed to die for Pharma’s. BUT in another scenario bereft of that, Ambulon is very good at surviving off the grid. Not “I’m camping in the woods and fishing” but more, “I have a safehouse and it’s stocked and it’s semi sustainable, and I’m always improving and researching”

First Aid, bless his heart, is the kind of guy who would have died early on in the comics if he wasn’t a semi main character and if JRO didn’t like him. He would be really GOOD at being a dead plot device, yknow? Can make everyone sad about how caring and kind he was, very fridgable. IN THIS story I imagine he is semi aware of how precarious his life grasp is- he’s more likely to die because of his caring, his kindness, his need to help people. It’s the kind of thing he tries not to think about, because the only way to solve that is to stop being who he is, and he can’t. But he can try to convince Ambulon, for instance, to stay. First Aid is absolutely projecting himself into Ambulon, but he’s terrified that if (when) Ambulon leaves, he will be in the same danger First Aid is always routinely in. And he will die. And First Aid’s stomach drops at that prospect.

Ambulon, for his part, tries to distance himself from… this. Not in an unfeeling way, but in that he cares too much. First Aid is his friend. But things are different now, and Ambulon can’t be worrying about that. Refuses to be distracted by imagining life is back to normal. He’s relieved that First Aid found a group of survivors, he really is, but it’s. It’s not for him.

A recurring nightmare is this scene. For who the nightmare is, who knows. But it likes to loop, every night he sleeps.

[phantasmaw]

I think to elaborate on the objectively normal to objectively horrible sapphic spectrum that you can find on phantasmaw dot gov it's like

Rosalie sits as close to the end of objectively normal as I can provide. She's a #girl in the world. She loves writing with glittery pens and she likes stomping around in the woods and all she wants to do is make friendly contact with aliens or any other "unnatural" life form. She also just casually happens to be friends with primordial ooze that possesses and puppeteers a spliced-up corpse that has, over time, become more and more horrific via the ooze's influence (the ooze being Amby). But she's a healthy and spunky sort of weird I wouldn't categorically call unwell. Canonically she does go through a few horrors but her morals are as stand up as any other person. She wants to show the type of understanding and acceptance only a certified weird girl can.

And on the objectively horrible end there's Imelda and Annabel. Now listen I could list Etoile here too very easily but surprisingly she is not as objectively horrible as Imelda or Annabel but that's only by a margin so she really shouldn't celebrate it (and she wouldn't, she'd act like my words are a bullet that just shot through her heart). Imelda's all about the fester and the obsession and the infatuation and letting love consume you until it's not love anymore but a parasite leeching off every aspect of your personhood. Also she eats people pretty regularly. Annabel was a very sweet and naive but dedicated and well-learned girl but she went through the negative character development wiggler after starting college and letting her unchecked victim complex run wild. She does not care what she has to do she WILL be the best. Also she eats people pretty regularly too. This is the part where I say they should kiss but they honestly shouldn't. They don't both need to lose their lips at the same time, I think?

Etoile, for her part, does not eat people pretty regularly and in fact has never done so. I have good reason to doubt she ever would. She's just awful in the sense that she has to be so incredibly insufferable or else she wouldn't be much of anything at all on account of the internal crystallization, and also she believes that's the only good way to get to know people, by seeing their anger and dismissal and perturbed avoidance first. I hesitate to say with my full chest that her life path has led her to assisting in perpetuating the same cyclical pains she suffered through because canonically speaking, and in the right plots/threads, she's very actively dismantling it. But I can say with my full chest that she's still incredibly manipulative and a womanizer and will take the worst route to get to where she's going because she's here for A Time not a long time.

Then there are the ones more solidly in the middle. Chaewon in truth is only in the middle because he respects the history of life too much to have dalliances with destructive tendencies and such. He is however quite knowingly selfish and possessive and the kind of person who will at least partially turn his back on good common sense for a little while if it means getting to continue to be selfish. By his clan's standards he's one of the worst children to ever be born because of taking a more individualistic approach to solve a group problem. Tough love that's sometimes not entirely just love kind of vibe. Chaewon also would eat a person but hasn't yet. I don't know if I should emphasize yet. But I mean, probably would if it was a shared meal with a loved one because why would he pass up that opportunity. Edelweiss is a little less in the middle and more on Rosalie's end. Milf I think? Or in that zone because she doesn't have children. Hypothetical milf. Long history of cowardice and then compromise with no real plan and now she lets people run away to her and her inn so they can sort their shit before she scoots them back out the door to face their problems.

Lenore is Lenore I don't know how to unpack that one. I think the most succinct way is 'my dick has led me to places I wouldn't go with a gun' if you get involved with them because they're like Silent Hill: The Person(thing).

[shrinkthisviolet]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love 💗 -ambi

ps. i just realized i’m not following you???? sorry 😭

Not a problem at all! Glad you're following me now 💗

This ask was also sent in by @dearestpartnerofgreatness @phoomwhoosh @goldheartedchaoticdisaster and @northerngoshawk! Thank you all, sorry my July's been hectic af 😅

So, my 5 favorite self-written fics (in no particular order):

1. so many walls up (i can't break through) - the first fic of the s1 arc of the Morgan AU! My first multichap in the AU too...which I don't usually write a lot of, so that made it extra special. It's also where we see the beginnings of Barry & Morgan, aka one of my favorite relationships in this whole AU (and if you love them too, take comfort in knowing that there's gonna be a lot more of them to come). And some insight into Morgan & Thawne's complicated father-daughter dynamic...which is the relationship referred to in the title. And Morgan herself is so wonderful and I love her...which goes hand in hand with me wanting to give her the biggest, tightest hug 💞

2. one tries to fly away (and the other watches close) - also part of the Morgan Wells AU, and also expanding on Morgan & Thawne as a relationship. It was a nice change to step into Eowells's head and see how he feels about Morgan...we spend so much time in her shoes that I think it's important to show that Eowells does indeed love Morgan, he just doesn't know how to love her in a healthy way, so he ends up hurting her. Love can be complicated like that.

3. i hate to look at your face (and know that you're feeling different) - so this is pretty recent, but I love it! I love Izumi & Zuko, and I've always wanted to write something about them, but...the ATLA muse these days is fickle, so I wasn't sure where to start. But I figured "ooh what's more angsty than Izumi finding out about her dad's scar at 13?" and I'm proud of the results 💞 having a deadline helped too

4. come in, the water is(n't) fine - this is one I think I'll be proud of for a while. It was my first go at Sith Luke, but during the Sequels era from the POV of Rey. I've always wanted more from Rey & Luke than what we got in the movies, and this was my chance to sorta explore that...albeit with some differences. I think the backstory was the trickiest part to get right here - it's an AU but I didn't wanna go full OOC, so I had to figure out how Luke could plausibly fall. And I think I did pretty well! And bonus...I actually didn't hate Kylo Ren in this 😂

5. i hear it calling (i feel it in my soul) - can't make a list like this without a Lucy AU fic ofc! And it had to be this one. This very well might change to my ESB fic (since that movie's my favorite), but for now, it's this one. I really loved writing this, inserting Lucy and changing a few minor things here and there to kick the emotion up a notch (and to erase that brief Luke and Leia romance because...wtf)...and the sibling bonds between the triplets were so wonderful to write too! And Lucy herself is so dear to me ofc 💞

...also I'm cheating and adding a 6th because I feel like it:

6. main gehra tamas tu sunehra savera (main tera) - the Maiko/Hasaisha fic! Can't make this list without that too...this fic will forever be one of my proudest ones. Maiko is such a dear ship to me, and Hasaisha were so cute in Ms. Marvel...and I gave myself a challenge that I didn't know if I could meet, but I wanted to try. And I'm so glad I did, because I think it's one of the best things I've ever written.

[silver-wield]

Hi Silver, let me tell you a story about something that happened this morning. So you know The Reunion retranslation (the Discord server for which I am in)? Well, it turns out that the main developer is an ambi (you know, those people who think Cloud's love is ambiguous). In The Reunion Discord server, I tried to correct someone that Cloud only loved Tifa after a Polygon article, the dev and another guy tried to say it was ambiguous whilst I defended my position by showing them the Nomura interview (which didn't change their mind), I asked the dev who he shipped Cloud with, got some responses from other members, including one from a Cloti and Zerith and eventually it ended with the other guy saying that Zack never loved Aerith.

It got out of hand here, and so I asked him a rhetorical question (Crisis Core isn't canon), and he responded by saying that (to him) AC and CC aren't canon because Sakaguchi wasn't involved, and that they 'retcon' a lot of things. I told him that by his logic, no Mickey Mouse cartoon made after 1966 shouldn't be canon either because Walt Disney wasn't there. His response: "no, only FF7 and Sakaguchi." Have you ever heard something so ridiculous? I blocked him for it, after I said that canon wasn't subjective and that that was final.

Admittedly, I am still grateful for the retranslation, as it does clear things up and doesn't make Tifa an ableist, but I am very disappointed with the dev's position since I felt he should know better. The dev is just another Turquoise Hammer, and the other guy is just another Ken Masters.

There's a lot more to the story, but I decided to keep it brief because I didn't think you'd be up for reading something of that length.

This is why I stay out of those things. The people running them always refuse to listen to reason, even when it's being shoved in their faces they're wrong. They decided they're gonna die on the wrong hill and are too lazy/arrogant/dumb to climb down and move to the right one.

And not to sound like a misandrist, but I've noticed it's usually dudes running those accounts who refuse to accept Cloud had no feelings for Aerith. I actually know very few guys who are cloti and understand canon.

I've given up explaining to morons all the ways they're wrong. The game will slap them in the face and it's on them to take it 🤷

[warriorsofsplatsville]

Alterna, Part 4

"Is this. Garbage?" 

As the group arrived at the next island, Mirage looked at their wristwatch. "Yep. This place is called 'Landfill Dreamland'. Sure smells like it." They held their nose. "There's also a signal here." 

They quickly switched over to the Alterna logs to check on its status. "Still pretty corrupted…"

It was strange. Normally Mirage wouldn't find themselves running down a rabbit hole, but this stuff, involving humans, was genuinely interesting to them. They wondered if they picked it up from somewhere. 

"Incredible. There's bound to be plenty of human relics in these mounds. Time to get to work." Vulture pulled his gloves on, eyeing around for his first location. 

"Gross! Have fun with that." Sandy gagged. "Mirage, this totally isn't because I want to be off this island as soon as possible, but we should hurry and clear the fuzzy ooze and see if Cuttlefish is here!!"

"Yeah, let's go."

When they were about a quarter of the way done, they could hear a radio crackling to life. 

"Is that Dal's radio?" Sandy whispered. 

"...No, it can't be. He's way over there." Mirage pointed behind them. "This is someone else…."

The two trekked to the end of the rubble, and pressed their backs against the shipping container. 

"What's their status?" A raspy voice coming from the radio asked. 

"They're more than halfway through the islands. They've split into two groups. One group which has a Mr. Octavio is keeping a base at Future Utopia, and the other half should be coming up to Landfill Dreamland." The person holding the radio responded. Their voice was light and airy, yet their tone was cold and cruel. It sounded familiar…

"They're making too much progress."

"Another thing….there's a kid. I think they're called Mirage. They look just like her. The Human Research Company's lead scientist. Meaning she had a kid, and that kid is here." 

Mirage furrowed their brow. They looked just like a human research scientist? Does that mean…?

Was this scientist their mother?

"That's less than ideal, agent. I want that all taken care of, and fast. Don't let me down like the last two times." 

"...I won't. Agent Ambys, out." 

"Ambys?!" Sandy exclaimed, and Mirage hurriedly covered her mouth with their hand. 

But it was too late. She overheard her outburst, and turned around to see the two adolescent cephalopods. 

"You! I met you both in the plaza. I knew you were trouble." she snarled. Instead of her iconic popstar look, she wore a black agent suit, with a gas mask fitted over her face, and a sleek black charger in her hand. 

"What do you know about my mother?! How do you know…me?!" Mirage exclaimed, Sandy surprised by their shouting. "Who….are you?"

"I'm no one, not to you. As for your mother….well, she's out of the picture, so it's better you don't ask any questions, kid." She chuckled. "Not like it matters now. You're a compromise to my mission."

"What mission?! Ambys, I thought you were a loving singer….what happened to inspiring everyone to be their very best?!" Sandy whimpered. "You're my favorite artist!"

“Please. Singing is nice, sure. But you have to agree it makes a nice cover-up, yes? Especially for what I gotta do to you. It’s a shame…you do seem like a nice girl.”

She brought the charger upward, and aimed the reticle at Mirage’s forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.”

As the two cowered back in fear, they see a bucket being chucked through the air. It hit Ambys on the head with a ‘ka-dunk!’.

“Ouch! What the hell-?!”

They all look to see Plat standing there, out of breath. It appeared like he was just running. “Leave my friends alone.”

“Tch. You know what? I don’t have time for this right now. I’m busy tracking someone else down as well.” She growled, lowering her charger. She brought out what looked like a grappling hook and fired upwards into the sky. “I’ll come back for you runts later.”

Ambys quickly zipped up and out of sight, leaving them standing there in silence. 

“I told you Deep Cut was better.”

Sandy quickly looked back up at Plat, and a big smile spread across her face. “PLAAAAT!!” She exclaimed as she hopped up and rushed toward him, giving him the biggest hug possible. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I-I was terrified something happened to you!!”

“Sandy! You’re safe too!” He laughed, hugging her back. “Mirage! You seem to be doing great as well!”

Mirage bashfully looked away. “As well as I can be given the circumstances.”

“So, uh….do you guys know anything about all this?”

Mirage and Sandy catch him up to speed…

“Alterna? Last of the human species? Deadly snow? Seems like I missed a lot…” Plat groaned. 

“All we have to focus on is clearing more of the fuzzy ooze out and rescue Mr. Cuttlefish! And then get the heck out of here…” Sandy exclaimed. 

“Yeah. The next signal is way up there.” Mirage pointed to the large building in the distance.

“Alright, mission clear. Let’s blow this joint!”

So the three, now reunited, continued on their path…

-

Finally, Landfill Dreamland was cleaned up. Of the Fuzzy Ooze, at least.

As Mirage walked alongside the others, they spaced out. They couldn’t stop thinking about their interaction with Ambys. Who was she? What was her mission? How does she know them, and by that extension, their mother?

…Just WHO were they?

“Mirage.” Plat elbowed them, snapping them out of their thoughts. “It’s time.”

Mirage looked ahead to see the boss kettle in front of them.

Mirage and Sandy went to step forward, but Plat jutted his arm out, stopping Sandy from going. “Hang on. I sense….something fishy. Something sharky.” 

“Sh…sharky?” Mirage raised an eyebrow. 

“Plat, you don’t mean…there’s a shark down there somewhere?”

“No doubt about it. I know shark scent when I smell it.” He looked over at Sandy and cracked a smile. “Hey, why don’t just Mirage and I go in? We can take it.”

“But….what if you need back up? Or something happens to me??” Sandy gasped. 

“Relax. We’re just enough fire power, I guarantee it. And you have Gravitational Pull and….the human guy to stick with ya!”

“Still….”

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Sandy. Trust us.”

She looked up at him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “‘Kay. I trust you.”

“Let’s get this over with Mirage. I can sense this is going to be interesting…”

Mirage and Plat entered the kettle, Sandy wishing them good luck. 

The area they arrived in was similar to the arena that Mirage had encountered Frye in, except the center platform was completely surrounded by a sea of blue ink. The structure in the background almost reminded them of….a bank?

“WARNING: NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL BEYOND THIS POINT.” ORCA began to repeat, just like last time.

“Yeesh. Does that get annoying?” Plat looked back at them. 

“I have a feeling it’s going to be.” Mirage groaned.

The two super jump into the ring, and we’re met by an eerie silence. 

“I don’t see Mr. Cuttlefish….maybe that’s our cue to leave before–”

A maniacal laugh rang out across the arena, and walls of iron bars suddenly dropped down from below, trapping them there. 

“We get caught in any trouble.”

Shiver, the cool-yet-calm Octoling of the band Deep Cut, dropped down from below. They fan themselves, piercing the two with their eyes. “Well, well, well. I never thought I’d encounter you guys. I was sure Frye would be able to take care of you…”

“Shiver from Deep Cut….why is my shark smelling radar going off the charts around them?” Plat muttered to Mirage. 

Recognition filled their gaze. “Hey, aren’t you…Lord Plat? From the Yako noble family? What are you doing all the way out here?”

“Noble?” Mirage stared at Plat. 

“I’ll explain later.” He shrugged them off. “And to you, Shiver, that’s none of your business.”

“Hmph. Well anyway, the treasure is ours. In case you haven’t heard, the Splatlands belong to US. Including all treasure.”

“Do you really want the treasure, though…? The one we got after beating Frye was…..kinda dangerous.”

They snapped their fan closed. “Dangerous or not, it’s most likely worth a fortune. And I’m not going to let two teenagers swipe it from us. MASTER MEGA!! IT’S TIME!!”

Jumping upwards out of the ink pool, a massive shark made its appearance, and Shiver hopped on its back. Plat gulped. “I knew it!!”

“Let’s see how long you can survive against me and Master Mega!”

The two began to swim around them in circles, and though Mirage was able to land a few hits by chasing them around, they couldn’t keep up. 

“If we chase them around like this, we’ll only get dizzy…”

“Then fight like a shark.” Plat told them, looking back with a confident grin. His sharp tooth was protruding from his mouth. “Wait for the right moment, then strike!”

Mirage noticed how…shark-like Plat was. That just made them all the more curious about that nobility talk. But for now, it was fighting for their lives.

So Mirage and Plat let Shiver attack, getting ink slashed at them by Master Mega, and dodging at the right moment. This kept going until Master Mega made several ink whirlpools that extended upwards, and hopped on top of them. 

“They’re just even more out of range!”

“Be patient…”

“Get them!!” Shiver laughed, and Master Mega fired off three lasers from its mouth, which the two had to avoid to prevent being splatted. Master Mega, after firing its attack, tiredly panted to recover.

There was a shimmer in Plat’s eye. “Mirage, throw Buddy at it!”

“Are you crazy?! It’ll just eat it!”

“Trust me, Mirage.”

Trust. That seemed to be something they’ve always struggled with. But Mirage needed to learn how to trust here and now, to avoid being killed.

With all the strength in their arm, they lobbed Buddy at the shark, and it flew into the mouth of Master Mega. 

Master Mega froze, and in an attempt to spit out the Smallfry, it fell off the whirlpool to the arena below. It was enough force to knock Shiver off.

“Ugh! Owough….” they groaned, holding their head.

“Now! Attack!”

Mirage quickly fired the Hero Shot at them, and splatted them. 

“You got it!!”

Shiver stumbled back against Master Mega, opening their fan to cover their face. “Hmph. You’re not bad at all. But this isn’t the last you’ve seen of Deep Cut.” 

They pull out a smoke bomb, but trip and accidentally drop it on the ground. “Yikes-!!”

Shiver and Master Mega are sent flying into the air. “AAAAAAAAH!!”

“Twice now…”

Mirage looked at Plat, and he looked back at them, the biggest smile plastered on his face. “Told ya you could trust me.”

“Yeah…” Mirage had to force the smile forming back down.

The iron bars lifted, and a ledge extended from the far side of the room. A launchpad appeared in the center of the arena. 

The two take the launchpad to the ledge, where the next piece of treasure was.

“It’s a seat. Of some kind.” Mirage looked it over. “These treasure pieces do not look like any good kind of treasure…”

“Well, uh… Cuttlefish isn’t here, and you collected some treasure already….so hey! Finders keepers! Our treasure now.” Plat hummed. “C’mon, help me get this up and out of here!”

“Alright…”

Mirage and Plat dragged the seat out of the chamber, and Sandy lit up upon their return. “Hey! You’re back! And okay!! And with another very strange object!!”

“Yeah, new treasure, I guess. Cuttlefish wasn’t down there either.” Mirage explained. “We only have one signal left to check out. He’s gotta be there.”

Sandy waved down Gravitational Pull, and they began the process of radioing in home base about Cuttlefish and the treasure.

“Plat, about being nobility…” Mirage asked.

“Ah, right. I come from a place of nobility from Octo Valley. Sandy’s family served mine, and that’s how we met. Family was very ‘pure-blooded’ Octolings only, so when we found out that I was an illegitimate child, part shark, they disowned me….Sandy came with me, and I can never thank her enough for that.”

“Hey. we’re friends. I’ll never abandon you.”

“But regardless, I know Shiver. They were a popular songstress in the valley until about seven years ago when they went up to the surface. Master Mega is their mentor. I’ve met him on occasion. I knew that he’s also a very strict vegetarian and fish is NOT on the menu. I wouldn’t have said to throw Buddy up there otherwise.” He put his arms behind his head. “See? All worked out in the end.”

Mirage nodded. “Hey, thank you for keeping Buddy’s safety in mind. I….I appreciate it. It means everything to me. And I guess I should apologize for not trusting you before, Plat.”

“It’s all good. I don’t exactly blame you after our rocky start.” He laughed. 

“Alright, they’re gonna grab the treasure, and I guess we'll keep going.” Dal walked up to the kids. “Hang in there. We’re close to Mr. Cuttlefish, I’m sure of it.”

“And then we’ll scram!” Biela added.

“Sounds…..good.” Mirage sniffed the air. Something smelled….fishy. But not the shark kind like Plat was able to tell from.

“Mirage?”

“It’s nothing. Probably all this garbage getting to me…let’s hurry and go to the next island already.” They huffed. 

As the group pressed onward to the next tunnel, a fierce set of eyes looked at them from within the waters of Alterna.