#I didn’t come here for this I truly did not I came for some banking drama and some Wang Yang slaying in his suits instead I get BL thanks

[lilianhuas]

wait hol on is War of Faith genuinely gay

Yes, I’m 100% serious - it is genuinely so very BL - I could write a very long summary of how weirdly romantic they are - the tldr is: they are so wholesome and it is kinda wild. It even has some of the tropes like taking your boo out to buy them a whole new wardrobe and accessories, the jealous ex (who is also a guy and mad af at their relationship that he keeps trying to break them up????). The usual trope of risking it all for your boo (like trying to Romeo themselves), and they have really passionate and heated arguments and then make up and reconcile like it is astonishing. Also the whole vibe of him giving up his entire life just to be with him again and work with him because that’s his guy, that’s his man. Like I think they cracked the code on getting away with a sneaky BL. To me Shen Tunan is so very Bisexual and Wei Ruolai…his sexuality is Shen Tunan like the guy doesn’t care about anyone or anything else but him. But that’s just my interpretation after watching it…twice…it’s such a good drama I love it.

I made a humour video about them being very romantic here on YouTube if you wanna see and decide for yourself. I do highly recommend watching a few fan vids or just scenes of them in general because ohmygod.

[lipglossanon]

Day 22

Kink: Bondage

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Las Plagas!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, bondage, Leon POV, coercion, noncon with hints of cnc, aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink AND breeding 👀, creampie

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Leon thinks it’s a lab he’s stumbled into; it would make sense with all the other crazy shit down here. Like who the hell needs killer laser grids as security?

But it’s different from the other ones he’s been in so far; there are full fledged humans floating in tanks in the middle of the room with a bank of computers off to the side. Walking over, he checks the screens to see if he can make heads or tails of anything. 

That’s when you stumble into the room, wearing an ill fitting outfit, like a girl playing dress up as a scientist. 

He turns, gun aiming at you but with his finger off the trigger. 

“Who’re you?”

“Me?” You blink at him, one eye at a time like an owl. 

Frowning at you, he quickly glances to make sure his safety is off before stepping closer. 

“What’s your name?” 

He tries a different approach; you look like you’ve been rode hard and put up wet—in other words, fucked. 

You look around in confusion, hand raising up to press against your temple. 

“I-I don’t remember,” you whisper. “I don’t know where this is or, or how I got here.”

You stutter over your words, voice rising in panic. Wild eyes turn back to him. 

“Did you bring me here?!”

Holstering his gun, Leon holds his hands out placatingly, “Hey.. hey, I can help you. The name’s Leon.”

Your brows furrow cutely and he gives you a little smile. 

“Why don’t we take a look around and see if anything jogs your memory?”

He poses it as question although it’s more of a directive. Something to give you some focus. Leon takes point and covers the entire room with you as his shadow. Coming across a clipboard on the corner table, he pauses to look through the list of names. Each line holds a name with a description of the person, all next to a little box that lists what experiment they fall under as well as any outcomes. 

The next to last name is smudged to hell and back, so Leon can’t make it out at all, but you fit the description to a T; alarm bells blaring in his brain, Leon steels himself to read the rest. 

A handful of words jump out at him:

Infected. Test run: Queen Plaga. ACTIVE. 

It takes a lot to make Leon feel caught off guard—especially since he’s already neck deep into this nightmare mission—but your presence at his back makes him feel vulnerable in an entirely different way. 

Placing the clipboard back down, he tries to keep up his nonchalant, helpful persona. 

“Is anything coming back to you at all?” He turns around to face you, but it’s only empty space. 

His eyes catch on a door closing on the other side of the room; it blends in perfectly with the walls once it shuts, so he keeps his eye on it as he walks over. Gently easing it open, he raises his gun as he moves into the room. It’s an office, divided with partitions into three cubicles from what he can tell. 

Leon can hear you moving around at the far end, muttering to yourself. Sneaking closer, he steps around the gray divider, pointing his gun at you. 

“Let’s just take it easy,” he glances around to make sure the office is truly empty; in doing so, he misses the tail slowly descending from your lab coat. 

Quicker than a flash, you wrap your new appendage around his chest, pinning his arms in place. A quick swipe of your hands at his own, makes him drop the gun and he listens to it hit the ground with a metal clatter. 

You shove him down into a chair, tail tightening around him so he can’t move. His mind flashes to the fight he had earlier with Rámon’s right hand.

“I-I didn’t want this,” you tear up. “I was sick. They said they could help me, so I came here and now I.. I-I’m different.”

“Don’t panic,” Leon softens his voice. “Look, we can get you help. There’s a machine down here that can get rid of it.”

Hands shaking, you bring them up to squeeze your head. 

“I want that, but—“

Doubling over, you gasp in pain, hands dropping down to your pelvis. Leon watches as you collapse onto your knees. He wiggles, but your tail doesn’t budge an inch. You convulse for half a minute as he watches on in sympathy. He struggles again, but it leads to nowhere. As fast as your symptoms came on, they stop. 

Under his gaze, you push yourself back up onto your feet, body moving oddly, like a marionette. 

“Are you okay? If you let me go, I can help—“

Your head snaps up and you give him a big toothpaste ad kinda smile. 

“Oh, everything’s fine. Perfectly in sync.”

You frown at him and Leon’s heart rate picks up. Something’s off in a big way and he’s practically a sitting duck. 

“But you, you got rid of my gift.”

It feels like ice water douses his veins. 

You click your tongue, “And that just won’t do, will it, Leon?”

He tries harder to get out of your grip, but after a few minutes he slumps back into the chair, winded and defeated. 

“Silly,” you shake your head, turning your attention to the desk. 

He eyes the cables you begin to rip out of everything. Once you think you have enough, you walk right up to him. Your hands make quick work of tying his arms and legs to the chair. Once he’s secured, you remove your tail. 

“There,” you step back with another smile. “We can have a civil transaction.”

He tugs at his arms uselessly, the power cables cutting into his wrists and making him bleed. 

You straddle his lap, “Now, be a good boy and this will all be over soon.”

Dread weighs heavy on his chest as you quickly undo his pants and pull out his soft cock. He bucks underneath you, but it doesn’t do any good. You tease your fingers across his tip and he starts to chub up. Leon’s always been easy, but he’s never hated himself for it more than now. 

“Don’t do this,” he pleads. “We can—“

“Uh uh,” you chastise playfully, pushing three of your fingers into his mouth. “Good boys are seen not heard.”

His cock leaks at your words. You feather your fingers up and down his growing length until he’s stiff and heavy in your hand. His tip blurts precum when you giggle at him. 

“My, my, what an eager, little boy,” you whisper at him like it’s a secret. 

His cock throbs in your hand at your mocking endearment. 

“Now, Agent,” you sit up straighter in his lap, fingers tapping against his tongue. “Since you so cruelly removed my sweet plagas from your chest, you’ll gift me with your seed.”

Your other hand slowly jerks him off and he whimpers. 

“Breed me and we’ll call it even,” you murmur, eyes half lidded; Leon can’t stop his cock from twitching. 

“Oh?” You grin, tail coming up to wrap around his chest again. “You like breeding soft, hot cunts, don’t you?”

He wishes you’d just kill him, embarrassment and shame filling his chest as his cock stiffens and bobs in your grip. 

“Don’t worry,” you let go of his dick to pat his cheek. “You’re going to creampie me for as long as I need.”

You slide your fingers from his mouth and kiss him, drooling so much saliva he has to swallow before he chokes. Pulling away, he coughs as you shove your fingers back into his mouth. 

“A little aphrodisiac never hurt anyone,” you laugh, raising your hips to slide your slacks and panties completely off.

The blood rushing through his ears muffles anything you just said. You settle back down, sandwiching his cock between your thighs to grind your wet slit against him. Using your free hand, you grab the base of his dick and notch it at your drippy hole. Leon groans against your fingers as he feels you sink all the way down on him, balls pressing against your ass. 

You raise up with a mewl and sink down on his cock again. 

“Oh, this feels…” you trail off with a moan. 

He can’t stop himself and starts sucking and laving his tongue against your fingers. His whole body feels like it’s on fire and wants nothing more than to cum deep in your fat pussy. He knows he shouldn’t like it, but Leon can’t think past the slow deep strokes of his cock fucking your cunt. 

“Good boy, you’ve learned your place so quickly,” you croon and he groans, arousal making his thoughts syrupy. 

“Your balls must be so full,” you simper next to his ear, walls fluttering and squeezing his cock like crazy. “It aches, doesn’t it? You just need to empty those fat, heavy balls deep into my pussy; it’ll feel so good.”

Leon can’t take it, your snug little pussy gripping his cock like you were made for it. Shuddering, his eyes roll back as he spills deep inside your cunt. 

“Ooh, yess, that’s it Agent, breed me full,” you murmur against his ear and he shoots off a few more ropes of cum into your clenching hole. 

“Doesn’t that feel nice? Breeding such a wet, needy pussy?”

His thighs twitch and he whines around the fingers in his mouth. It’s like you’ve dosed him with something, he thinks, as his cock thickens again, stretching your cum filled pussy once more. 

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” you promise. 

[finelinevogue]

distant promises

summary - Bucky has been on a mission for a long time and you miss him

warnings: insomnia, long-distance relationship, swearing, Christmas sadness (only slightly)

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader

word count: 2k

Bucky had been gone for 6 months now.

He was currently on a mission in the French Alps, taking down some military base that had connections to HYDRA. The mission meant a lot to him, not thanks to having been tested on and tortured with over a multitude of years. It had taken him a while to be comfortable with who he was and rid himself of the Winter Soldier. You could see him coming accepting himself for who he truly was more each day. He wasn't afraid of who he was anymore and it was an honour to have helped him through that. 

It was currently 1 in the morning and you still had yet to fall asleep. You had been finding it harder and harder to fall asleep as the months went by without Bucky. It certainly didn't help that you were taking extra shifts at Starbucks, in order to pay off some debts you owed to banks and Bucky. 

Bucky kept telling you to cut back on the shifts and let him pay off some of your debts you owed him too much already that you couldn’t justify anymore. 

So insomnia it was.

You honestly couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve him.

You honestly couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve him.

Turning in bed to check your phone, you started scrolling through your Instagram to like photos on your dashboard. There were some pictures of friends who were out clubbing, singing Christmas songs at the top of their lung. There were also some celebrities posting magazine shoots and as always there were the cat accounts that you religiously followed.

You were scrolling and liking for about ten minutes before you had an incoming call from Bucky.

"Hey Buck." You sounded surprised that he'd called you. Normally it was too risky to call since he didn’t want anyone to track his phone and give away his location, but here he was.

"Hi babe." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"What's up?" You asked as you snuggled further under the warmth of your fresh, clean, duvet.

"I saw you were active on Instagram, but I know it’s really early morning where you are so I just wanted to make sure everything is okay?" 

Knowing that Bucky kept tabs on what time it was where you were was just one of the small things he did which meant a whole lot more than anything his money could buy you. 

"Yeah everything's good.” Buck stayed silent as you answered, knowing there was more to it. “It’s, um, just that I wish you were here with me." 

"Oh darling, I miss you so much. I promise you it won't be long before I see you next." Now it was your turn to remain silent. "Y/N? Please don't cry darling." 

“Sorry.” You sniffled, getting yourself worked up over something so trivial.

"Hey, no. Don’t apologise. I have to go really soon love, but I'm not going to hang up until I know you're alright."

"No need to worry about me Buck. I'll be alright." You tried to say as happily as possible, but you knew Bucky would catch on that what you were saying was far from the truth. 

"Babe, you know I worry about you constantly." He laughed.

“Like literally ALL the time.” You heard Sam shout in the background, making you laugh.

"Is Sam there?" You asked Bucky.

“Yeah. Y’wanna say hi?”

"Mhm." 

"Y/N I can’t deal with this emotional softie anymore." Sam said without a hello.

“Emotional softie? Are we sure we’re talking about the same man?” You teased Bucky, knowing that he most likely had you on speaker phone.

“The bionic-dude right?” Sam made himself laugh and you heard a grunt from what sounded like Bucky punching Sam. You rolled your eyes over their stupid playfulness, before Bucky came back to the phone.

"Yeah, that's enough of that.”

“Surprised you two have kept each other alive.” You laughed to Bucky, eyes feeling heavier now that you’d safely heard from him.

“Barely.” You shuffled again in bed. “Okay darling, I have to go now. As much as I don't want to I'm gonna have to love you and leave you. Just promise me you'll try and get some sleep?"

“As long as you promise to come home for Christmas.”

"I promise." 

“Then I promise too.”

"I love you." Bucky just kissed the microphone to make it sound like he was really kissing you. You kissed yours back and you both stayed on the phone for another minute as you wrapped up your goodbye, before you attempted some better sleep.

•••••

Needless to say, when you woke up the next morning you felt awful.

There was still no surprise Bucky waking up next to you. There was a lack of smell on his side of the bed where he should be sleeping. There was no mess on his side of the room or whistling from a silly tune he’d make up. 

It was going to be another day without him and with only a few days until Christmas, you were starting to lose hope on spending it with him. 

Your scheduled alarm went off at 7am for your morning shift. You aspired to open up your own cafe one day and so you wanted to get the knowledge of how business operates and be able to tackle customer experience first hand. That’s why you worked in Starbucks. You were also taking an online degree in finance and business, to help you for when you open your cafe.

You got ready by putting on your black jeans and the Starbucks t-shirt. You threw on your basic vans and grabbed your bag before going out the front door to work. Starbucks was about a 30 minute walk from your shared house. Normally Bucky would drive you, because that's the gentleman he is, but because he hasn't been here you've been walking to work. It’s mostly a pleasant walk, but you hate having so much time to yourself and your thoughts.

Your manager told you that you'd be managing the shop floor today, meaning you had to give all the employees individual jobs, whilst help make the drinks and also be in charge of the tills’ money. It was going to be a stressful, but worth the experience. 

Plus, anything to keep your mind off Bucky and how he was doing

It had been about 2 hours into your shift and you'd managed to get through with no complaints, so you’d given yourself a break. You weren’t feeling hungry just yet though, so you just got a cappuccino and went into the back office for your 20 minute break.

Not even 3 minutes into your break one of the employees came in.

"Hi Y/N. Sorry to disturb you but there's a customer out front who wants a manager to complain to." 

This was a reason why you didn’t want to be a manager all the time, because you were really bad for getting upset when someone shouted at you. 

"Ok. Thanks Nina. I'll be there in 2 seconds." You wiped your hand around your mouth to make sure there's no froth left behind and then went back out front. "Nina, where are they?" You asked her, as you couldn't see anyone obvious who looked like they wanted to complain.

"Umm..." She scanned the room. "Oh, that gentleman sat by the window over there." She pointed to a man who had his hoodie slightly pulled up and was looking out the window. 

Walking over, you wiped your clammy hands on your red apron because as much as you put on a brave face sometimes social interactions gave you anxiety. You took a deep breathe before being prepared to get screamed at. Why anyone would want to scream and shout this close to Christmas you didn’t understand. Where was the Christmas joy? 

"Hi. I'm Y/N. My colleague said you had a complaint?" You asked politely. 

"Yeah I just wanted to complain that this cup of coffee is not nearly as good as the one that my girlfriend makes at home. So, why is that?" He turned around to you and took down the hood from his head and sunglasses off to look directly at you.

You took a step back, reaching for the counter to support yourself from fainting in disbelief.

Bucky was in your Starbucks making a "complaint".

You covered your face with your hands as you sunk down to the floor crying. You were so shocked that he was actually here that you didn't even know how to act. He laughed at as he stood up from his chair and slowly walked over to where you were crouched down on the floor.

You stood up and looked around to see customers and colleagues smiling and Nina was filming the whole thing. "You knew! Oh for fuck sake!" You cry-laughed, as you pointed at Nina.

"Surprise?" 

You just shook your head. You could hear Bucky laughing at the whole situation - a laugh that you'd missed more than you'd allowed yourself to believe.

"Do I not get an ecstatic run, jump and a hug from my girlfriend?" Bucky joked, holding his arms wide open for you to be engulfed in.

"You're a knob!" You joked at him, shaking your head because you couldn't get over he was actually in front of you.

"Sam said you'd say that!" 

You slapped your hand on your forehead when you actually realised what was going on. "What the actual fuck? You're really here?"

"I'm worried it's taken you this long to realise it, darling!" His arms were still wide open. 

You laughed as you ran and jumped into his warm and loving embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, whilst he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist to support you from falling. You started to cry again whilst inhaling his sweet cinnamon scent. He just smelt like home. "I'm going to have go on missions more often if it means I can surprise you like this!" He said, but you were too busy crying over the fact your best friend was back in your arms.

"You're actually here." You whispered into his neck.

"I am, love. I am right here." He whispered back to you, pressing a multitude of kisses to the side of your face. "I'm always going to be here." You didn't care that he was being the stereotypical smushy boyfriend, right now you were just glad you were back with each other.

You let each other go. Bucky wiped your tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed your forehead.

"I've still got like 2 hours of my shift left." You said, wondering what he's going to do now.

"Yeah, fuck no. I spoke to your manager and she was more than happy for you to go home early. With me, obviously." 

"Really?" Your eyes lit up over the thought of spending the rest of the day glued next to him.

"Let's go home and get some well deserved sleep for a change." He took your hand and squeezed it, just once more for reassurance that he was home with you.

[hcdragonwrites]

Cozy (a @jttw-monkeybusiness Drabble )

So I made another one- this one was inspired by this ask (I suck at Hyperlinks I’m so sorry)

It rolled a bit in my brain and kept begging to be fleshed out, so I decided to give it life ! Enjoy!

Snow

Snow fell in white flurries, chasing away the blossoms and birds that had been sitting in the trees just moments before. The storm was in a full frenzy now, peeling petals from overeager trees who had budded too soon, and throwing the birds from the sky. The wind whipped up the cold powder to spray back in the face of the pilgrims as they continued on their journey. They had left the warm subtropical forest only hours ago, where Sophie had rolled her sleeves up to relieve some of the excess heat. Now however, she was shivering.

None of the group, save for Wukong, was truly equipped for the snow and cold. Pigsys ears were turning purple from the temperature as he tried, and failed, to hide from the worst of it behind Sandy. Sandy silently continued on, carving a path for Sophie (who trailed farther behind) to walk through. The snow was already deep, coming to her knees as they continued to follow the tiny path up the mountain. Black rock jutted upward and outward like broken teeth into the white air. Horse and Monk both were struggling ahead, Yulongs sides shivering in the wet as the snow melted on his fur. Tripitaka called Wukong over, asking him to scout ahead to look for a place they could shelter for the duration of this storm. Sophie could see there heads bent together as Master and pupil discussed. Wukong, for once, didn’t reply with a snort or a quick jab at how Trip should be lucky for him to be his disciple. Instead he had somersaulted off, gone in a flash of fur and tiger stripes, into the air.

“Would be nice if I could just somersault out of here.” Sophie muttered.

A freak blizzard had not been on the list of things Sophie was ready for. She had faced shape-changing demons, women that turned to great tigers to devour Tripitaka, mountain gods throwing stones down into their path and the like. Sophie was prepared for any person or creature - or at least- expecting it. The weather however? She was severely underprepared for. She had the travel clothes she had bought with the coin purse she’d been given. They were meant for light rain and mild heat. Not for a snowstorm. Sophies hair was getting wet and the cold was starting to chill her ears from where it melted.

“It’s so cold…” she muttered. She kept following Sandys footpath, thankful for the giant of a river demon and his slow shuffling walk. If he was walking normally he would have left her far behind in the snow.

Her foot hit a rock and slipped, sending her flailing into a rapidly growing snowbank. “F-f-f-freezing! AH!” Snow had gone down her shirt, sending a chill up her spine. Faster than a wildcat she had hopped from the bank, shaking herself.

“Hate snow hate snow hate snow—“ she chanted her mantra as she slapped off the powder, trying to prevent it from melting and wetting her clothes. Wet clothes would only spell disaster. Sophie could recall all the cold born illnesses from one special National Geographic did on Everest and the extreme exposure the hikers faced there: pneumonia, Trench foot, frostbite, hypothermia, flu, Chilblains, bronchitis —

Her foot slipped again as her mind was listing all the things that could happen. Sophie would have been in the snowbank a second time except something caught her by the midriff and hauled her up.

“Stupid women stay on your feet!” Wukong snarled in her ear, setting her down. Sophie nodded, teeth chattering and nose turning red as the cold began to chap it. “Of all the people here I thought at least you had the common sense to be aware of ice!”

From up ahead came the faint cry and heavy fall as Pigsys fell face first in the snow. Sandy had to quickly turn to hid a chuckle as the drenched demon began wilding swinging his rake around in rage.

“S-s-sorry.” She mumbled, shoving her hands beneath her armpits. “Slipped.”

“What’s wrong with your speech? You sound like a squirrel.” Wukong cocked his head, an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes when Sophie didn’t banter back irritated she wasn’t snapping back at him. That agitation grew when he felt something like worry begin to itch his pelt. Of the pilgrims, the two mortals were in his charge of care and were the most delicate. While Wukong could fight off monsters and Demons and wicked minded mortals he could not fight a storm. Well- he could if he really wanted to find the celestial body responsible for its creation. But that would take time- and time was not on his side on this.

Tripitaka had put on a brave face when he had asked the Monkey King to find shelter. That didn’t mean Wukong had not noticed how his Masters hands had turned red at the growing cold, how his body shivered and his nose sniffed. Wukong would have teased, poked and prodded at his master- it was his nature to rile and cause mischief. But when he had seen the half awake expression on the mortal man’s face, Wukong had bit his tongue (with great effort) and had instead nodded.

Seeing Sophie in a similar state made the itch beneath his pelt grow worse as fire ants had begun to bite his skin.

“Damn it.” He cursed beneath his breath. He snatched her arm, avoiding her hand, and started dragging her behind him. “Come on just a bit farther you softie. I found a cave up ahead where we can get out of the worst of it. You mortals are ABSOLUTELY worthless when it comes to weather —“

Sophie was only half listening to Wukongs ranting. She allowed herself to be dragged up the mountain pass, trusting the Monkey King to find a better route than her own dimming senses. The cold was like a blanket she wanted to escape out of. Or escape into? She couldn’t remember clearly. If she closed her eyes… she was so tired. The snow looked inviting, comforting. Like the best downy comforter. Like the fluffiest pillow.

Maybe I just … need to lay … down in the comfort. Just close my eyes for a few minutes.

They had been walking for hours before the storm blew in. Her feet hurt, her hands shook and it was so cold. Cold. She just wanted to sleep.

“SOPHIE LOOK AT ME!” Wukong yanked her and she was rattled enough to open her eyes wider in surprise. Sun Wukong was right in her face, leaning so close she could see every line of his facial markings in detail. His breath came from between his teeth like some dragons as he glared.

“Ye-es?!”

“Stay awake- we're almost there. If you fall asleep while I’m dragging your ass up the mountain I will bite your pretty nose clean off!” The demonic monkey spat, then, half carried, half dragged Sophie the rest of the way. Leaning against his back Sophie sighed. Through the clothing she could feel it- like desert sand warmed by the sun. Delicious heat. Sophie - who wouldn’t in normal circumstances have cuddled so close- practically melted against the warmth. What else could she do? Wukong was dragging her up the mountain- practically carrying her. She could see the bend in the mountain pass- a steep cliff where the road cut itself around and hugged the mountain as a snake would do climbing along a vine. Almost there.

“How come you get to be so warm?” She grumbled, not realizing she had said it aloud. Wukong had heard however, and his face became a storm cloud as his heart took a shuddering beat.

“Maybe grow some fur or ask for the Buddha to make you some furry creature. Bet he would too.” Wukong grumbled back.

Stupid fucking women.

They reached the curve in the mountain where Pigsy and Sandy- mostly Sandy since the pig demon kept complaining about how cold his snout was- were setting up three tents. The tents were simple, the leather treated against wet weather and solid. All pigsy had to do was drive the stakes into the stone which, it seemed, he was failing at.

“It’s so damn cold!” Pigsy snorted angrily stamping his hands together, having missed the spike for the third time. “Blasted Heaven and whoever ordered a storm now of all times! Don’t they know who’s crossing these mountains?”

“Less talking more working.” Sandy angrily chided. He had finished setting up the second tent all on his own. When Pigsy went to open his mouth to make another comment and the usually peaceful Sandy shoved him across the shallow cave to the last tent and the one closest to the entrance.

As Wukong walked past, Pigsy lifted an eyebrow at the strange sight. The Monkey King could see the pig beginning to lift a lip in a smirk only to stop when he noticed Sophie’s shivering.

“What did you do?” Those were the last words Wukong expected to come out of his fellow brothers mouth.

“WHAT DID I DO?!” He bared his teeth, fangs on display. He didn’t have time for Pigsy or for his own feelings to confuse him. He knew Sophie was practically clinging to his back like the newborn monkeys did to their mothers back on Flower Fruit Mountain. He was very aware of it. The last thing he needed was for this thick pink idiot to start shit with him.

“I DIDNT DO SHIT YOU THICK HEADED BOAR.” He spat, continuing past. “THIS IDIOT STARTED FALLING ASLEEP IN THE FUCKING STORM. NOW SHUT UP AND GET THE OTHER TENT SET UP.”

Wukong left Pigsy behind, angrily chattering to himself and feeling embarrassed all the while. He couldn’t let that thick womanizing boar know any of Wukongs feelings. If he did, the damn brute would only press his nose to it and route deeper. The sooner he got Sophie off his back the better. Even though he didn’t entirely want that.

He reached the back corner of the cave, setting Sophie down. She huffed, letting go with some reluctance to his warm back. The Monkey King knelt, leaning in. Sophie’s shivering was less. Good.

“I’ll be back- I have to make sure the pink ham doesn’t fuck up the last tent. Once I’ve tended Yulong and seen to my masters comforts I’ll be back to check on you.”

Sophie pulled her knees to her chest. She was still so cold. She wanted nothing more then to curl up and sleep- to find something warm and hold onto it. She heard Wukong from far off - but she nodded.

“S-S-sure… just gonna fall .. asleep.”

“Don’t fall asleep you idiot.” He snapped.

“Why not?” Sophie groaned. She was tired

“Remember. You are in wet clothes. Wake up just to remember - Think. Use that reading brain of yours.” He flicked her between the eyes. That woke Sophie up enough as the pain cleared her head.

“Ow, what the hell Wukong?!” Sophie felt like she had come out of a daze. Her fingers started rubbing at the pain. It wasn’t terrible but … she felt like a child be scolded. Sophie glared up into the smug monkey face.

“Awake? Good. Now fucking listen before you nod off again.” Wukong smirked just a bit. The itching beneath his fur had eased just enough upon seeing her get mad. He spoke slowly, for her sake but also to press in how much he enjoyed giving her orders- and being right about them. “Your clothes are wet. You can’t sleep in them. Change to new ones. In fact, bundle up as much as you can. I’ll be back to check on you.”

Wukong stood up, then turned back around to flick her on the forehead again.

“Ow! I’m up, I'm up!” Sophie rubbed at the space between her brows.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes yes …” she uncurled herself and stood as well, looking down at the Monkey King. “Get out of wet clothes and get new ones. Bundle up. That really hurt you know.”

“If you are still in wet fucking clothes, I’ll do a lot worse then just smack you between the eyes.” And then he was away, already cussing Pigsy out who had, somehow, managed to rip the tent.

It was a only about twenty minutes later but Sophie had managed not to fall asleep. She had gotten into the tent and had peeled the worst of the wet clothes off. Her poor shoes were the worst for wear- the socks and the soles were soaked. She would have to wear her spare shoes tomorrow and let these ones dry. Sophie had set the wet clothes to the farthest side of the tent. She was now dressed in a pair of gray sweats, a long sleeve and her hoodie of bright orange with clementines decorating the front. She felt much warmer and absolutely exhausted. Her fingers were red where the cold had gotten them, her lips felt chapped from the dry air, and her body just kept shivering.

Sophie had retreated almost completely into the hoodie- only her face was viewable.

The tent flap lifted and Wukong stepped in, a bowl of some sort of wild berries and cold rice in one hand. He took one look at her huddled there on her sleeping mat and snorted.

“You look like some orange orangutan.”

“Hahah very funny. See how you like the cold when you don’t have fur.” She shot back. Wukong offered the bowl to her and she took it, digging into it with gusto.

“How’s Trip?” She asked between bites.

“Alive.” Wukong leaned back, putting his arms beneath his head as he stared up at the tent ceiling. “You two would have frozen if not for me- you were both starting to look pinker than yangmei fruit.”

“Thank you.” Sophie said.

“Mm? What are you thankful for ?”

Oh he was gonna ask her for all of it then? Sophie looked at him. Wukong had propped himself up enough to stare at her, waiting.

“Thank you for the food.” She lifted the now empty bowl- she had been famished - to him. “Thank you for finding a spot to rest. And … thanks for dragging me out of the snow.”

“You almost died I hope you know that.” He smirked, laying back down, eyes closing. She followed suit, too tired to sit up anymore or even bicker back with him.

“Yeah I did …” Sophie yawned. Usually she wouldn’t admit so readily to Wukong just how certain situations had made her dependent upon him. He was always, in some way or other, saving the lot of them. When Tripitaka was snatched up by some Goblins belonging to some chieftain of a nearby mountain, when Pigsy had boasted that they didn’t need Wukong and then (almost immediately) failed to find food when Wukong was sent away. He had stopped the dragon horse from foundering and taken to the care of his hooves and coat many a time. The Monkey King had seen to restoring the missing supplies from Sophie pack when a group of mischievous raccoon spirits had taken it. Wukong had even replaced Sandy’s teakettle when it was smashed in battle (Sophie was pretty sure he had stolen it).

He may act aloof and pompous but deep down, this big old brute cared for them. Even Pigsy.

Sophie felt her eyes grow heavy as Wukong kept talking about how she had stumbled in the snow like some “dumb struck fawn” until he came to help her.

As she relaxed to the sound of his voice rumbling on and on, it almost felt … cozy. Yes Wukong may like to slide the occasional wriggly salamander into her water skin, he may thumb through her things like they were his, he may call her idiot, stupid women, and softie. But. There was no real malice behind his actions.

He was also kind of … warm. She scooted closer, half listening to the Monkey ramble on about the idiocy of mortals and the greatness of beings such as him. He was rambling on about his natural prowess over mortals and how he had mastered the arts of immortality and Tripitaka couldn’t even master warding off a cold. Sophie fell asleep before he could get to the part about her looking like a slack jawed idiot in the snow.

Wukong was only a quarter way through his regaling of the story of how he had saved everyone this day when he felt hands wrap around his chest.

His heart nearly flew into his throat as he stopped dead in his speech. His mouth was open, voice cut off halfway through his speech. Sophie curled into his side, face buried in the crook of his neck and so close to his ear he could feel her breathing against its shell.

Electricity shot threw him, fur standing on end as if he had been in a thunderstorm.

He was suddenly very aware of many things. Of Sophie’s hands that had escaped that ridiculous orange sweatshirt and were now burrowed into his fur. One arm was across his chest. The second one was now, somehow beneath his head and tugging on his shoulder. Sophie’s face rested on his arm and in the curve of his neck, her face rubbing back and forth like a cat. As if … she was enjoying the feel of it.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Sophie moved just a bit, mumbling in his ear and Wukong felt his tail lash like it had just been bit. She didn’t say anything coherent but — the proximity alone—

Fucking Hell and all its Judges.

Sophie was … cuddling him.

She was practically twined around him.

And she smelled fantastic. Her scent always changed- sometimes it held a hint of lemons and the sweetness of grass, other times it floated like rain clouds and smelled of stones. But all of it together had a larger perfume beneath it. It was just her. Yes there were moments when her scent changed just enough that he felt like he was adding new spices onto his favorite dish. The essence of it, however, was just Sophie.

And now that cloud was all around him, filling his nose.

He looked at her, turning his head just a fraction to see.

Big mistake.

She was asleep, passed out completely. She looked so … fragile asleep. The dark circles beneath her eyes spoke of how she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her nose was stupidly pink like a Red Pika in her pale face. The cold must have chapped it. His eyes darted to her lips …

Mistake number two.

Wukong looked away, feeling his face flame. Fuck. Shit. He was stuck in a predicament now. He hadn’t meant to chat away about himself for so long that Sophie would fall asleep. Wukong was at war with himself. On one hand, he needed to get out of here. To leave before Pigsy and the others found out- before Sophie found out.

He couldn’t let anyone be that close to him- couldn’t let anyone be as close as Sophie was right now. It was a liability to his pride, to his reputation—

To his heart. Because if she rejected him it would ruin the friendship they had. And the feeling he had building in his chest- he would crush it in his fist before he let it jeopardize that peace between them.

I have to leave —

Wukong tried to move-

Only to feel Sophie’s fingers tug in his fur and her sleepy voice grumble “m’no don’t go.”

Jade Emperor flay me and boil me alive again.

In all the hundreds of years of living, Wukong had only felt trapped like this but once before. The first time he had lost his wager to the Buddha, having been unable to somersault out of his hand. The second time? He was trapped because he allowed it. He was trapped in a way no one in Heaven could have predicted- or had thought to do. Wukong had been placed in vats to be boiled, had wormed and tricked his way out of every trap and net that had attempted to keep his mischief managed. It had taken Buddha and his wager to finally end Wukongs terrorization of Heaven.

Wukong couldn’t move now. He was tethered here by frail fingers and the steady beat of a mortal's heart.

He could hear her heartbeat, feel it against his side. It was steady, soft. Like the steady roar of Water-Curtain Cave. Like the wind through the trees of the orchards on his mountain.

She was mortal. One day that steady beat would stop as all mortal hearts did.

That set his tail to lashing just a bit.

Hasn't she been afraid of dying? Of growing old? He remembered hearing a conversation late at night- when Tripataka and Sophie had those rare mortal conversations where he was explicitly not allowed to sit in on. He hadn’t known why it was such a secret conversation. So of course, since it wasn’t an order, Wukong had pulled a hair from his tail and made a doppel and floated somewhere nearby but out of sight to eavesdrop. The Monk and Reader had been chatting about death, about Sophie’s future.

Well her fears were unfounded. Doesn’t she know I would take care of her? Sophie shifted a bit closer as a gust of wind slipped beneath the tent flat he had left unsecured. Damn it all. Wukong carefully, o so carefully, shifted himself. He slid his body so he was now lying on his side, setting Sophie’s head beneath his chin. It was all the invitation Sophie needed to cuddle closer and escape from the wind.

“You stupid women.” He angrily whispered into her hair. He wouldn’t let her die. He would just fix that. He would fix a lot of her problems. She just had to tell him. He was Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He knew of a hundred different ways to achieve immortality. He could fix them all. Like her problem right now of being cold.

He was too tense to relax fully- too aware- but he grew just a fraction larger. His size now dwarfed Sophie’s a good bit and gave her a bit more to tangle into. And she did. Sophie curled her knees up, shivering slowing. Wukong waited. Watching. When finally the shivering had ceased he allowed just a fraction of tension to slide off of him. This stupid softie is gonna make me soft. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it would have months ago.

Maybe he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight but…

He could make her life Hell in the morning. It was something that she owed him on. His face was screwed furiously into a scowl because all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment but if he did- if he really truly did- he didn’t know if he would be able to stop.

She was most assuredly going to be bombarded tomorrow with the most annoying and snappish teasing and toying a King of Monkeys and tricks could give.

Sophie woke with a start as something cold and wet slapped her in the face. She panicked as any person would.

“GaH! DEMON!” She cried, grabbing at her face and throwing it aside. It was a wet rag.

“Relax.” Wukongs voice laughed at her. “Unless cloth can become possessed and has gained a hunger for red nosed mortal flesh, you're fine.”

He was at the tent flap, grinning ear to ear in a grin that promised problems. Really so early in the morning and he already wants to play games ?

“You could have woken me up in a number of other ways- why did you pick that?” Sophie rubbed at her face, feeling … huh. She didn’t feel as sore as she usually felt. When Sophie woke up there was almost a constant crick of pain in her neck from whatever odd angle she had slept in on the ground.

Maybe I had been so tired my body just finally didn’t care.

He shrugged. “You stink. Next place we stop at you better demand a bath of some sort or other.”

“Thanks….” She grumbled, letting the sarcasm drip off her words. She took the cloth up, rubbing the sleep out of her face and the worst of the dirt off her face and arms. She would kill for a warm bath, one that would wake up her bones and chase the last of the cold from her body. Once clean, she checked her wet clothes, bundling them away in a separate part of her pack to avoid them dampening the rest of her stuff. Then she stepped out of the tent, smelling the fire and the promise of breakfast being made.

Only for her feet to slip right from beneath her as a monkey foot stuck out and caught her ankle.

“WUKONG!”

He laughed, face full of malicious mischief as Sophie gathered herself up to chase after the errant Monkey. To do what, she didn’t know. He was a mystical demonic creature born of stone and she just a mortal women. As the morning light cut into the cave and Tripitaka had to order his disciple to calm down after he once again tripped her and she almost went sprawling into rocks, the pilgrims ate breakfast. They broke down their tents. And they were once again on the road.

None were the wiser of Wukongs happier mood. He hid it beneath a storm of frowns and a game of teasing torture as he became partically insufferable to Sophie. The threat of the hoop tightening spell was the only true damper to his mood when Tripataka heard Sophie scream as snow was dropped down the back of her shirt.

As the sun rose higher and the word was cast in a frosty flash of refracted gold, Wukong made a decision. He would solve Sophie problem of growing old. It was easy. And if Buddha couldn’t send her back…

Well she was a great sport for pestering and heckling. The least he could do as a benevolent King is give the poor women a roof over her head.

Maybe a few dresses down the line...

Girls liked dresses right?

“Hey Reader!” He called.

“What?”

“Dresses or suits ? What did you wear in that fake time long after this one ? Or whatever fake dimension you fell out of. What did you prefer ?”

And thus began the long hour debate that somehow pulled every one of them: Pigsy, Sandy and Tripitaka, into what was a heated discussion on the best attire for the best occasions.

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It is currently 4:08 am and I can't get cody rhodes out of my mind😔✊️

Truly a struggle

Anyway reader x cody because love him

Maybe something with Brock again because he's always causing issues for some reason... maybe something with Brock saying some really messy shit abt reader during a promo and Cody going feral as he should and reader having to physically pull him back with a quick little it's fine😨😨 don't get injured again kinda thing something more fluffy after because cody can never catch a break😭

GUITLY CONSCIOUS

(Cody Rhodes x gn!reader)

“In the packed MVP Arena, here in Albany, New York and now on the road to Money in the Bank, we welcome you to Monday, Night, Raw!”

After the quick introduction, the fallout of Night of Champions begins, Seth Rollins beginning the night as well as a surprise visit from AJ Styles, and the Judgement Day. Ricochet wins his spot in the Money in the Bank match, Trish and Zoey have a quick segment, followed up by Indus Sheer and Jinder Mahal beating two locals. Imperium and Alpha Academy have a match, followed shortly by a Women’s Championship Match, Ronda and Shayna unfortunately winning and by disqualification Dolph Ziggler wins a match against JD McDonagh.

And finally, well into the night, Cody’s music hits. The crowd cheers just as loud as they always do for the man, even at the sight of no wrestling gear and a sling around his broken arm. Their cheers die down for a moment, before becoming even louder the second he starts talking, his promo skills shining bright and loud as he yells brave and rage-filled words against Brock.

“….if I am standing in a ring, I am standing there ready to fight you, Brock Lesnar!” The pitched screeching of Brock Lesnar’s theme song cut him off, followed by the surprise of the fans and even Cody himself. The Beast stepped out and into the arena, his own attire casual as well. This was nothing new. Sometimes, Brock would come out in tight-ass jeans and a cowboy hat for no good reason. But this time, he had a mic.

“Now..now, Cody, I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think any of that’s true. In fact, I think if we were to have another match, your little bitch would run right back out here and I’d have to break their arm too.” He spoke slowly, walking to the ring and making circles around it as he did so.

The crowd booed at the harsh words, especially the ones against Y/N. The boo’s didn’t last very long, as they once again rallied into cheers as Cody seemed to forget he had a mic and instead moved to yell at Brock over the ropes, giving the announcement table a front row seat to his anger.

Brock only laughed in his face at the threats, moving closer to the ring and continuing his harassment of words against Cody’s partner, forcing Cody to start clambering through the ropes, ready to attack. He never made it to Brock though, as Y/N came rushing out into the arena.

They quickly dived into the ring, rushing over to Cody, giving him a soft tug causing him to stumble back into the ring and right against Y/N’s chest. Cody attempted to pull away, still yelling over at Brock, but his lover held him tightly around his waist.

“Don’t you ever talk about Y/N! I’ll rip your tongue straight out, you son of a bitch, don’t you ever let their name leave your mouth!” Brock continued laughing back into the face of the man as his partner dragged him over to the other side of the ring, moving away from the announcers table and starting to walk up the ramp, making Cody try and force his way away from Y/N once again, but was once again unsuccessful. The pair stayed inside on the ring for a while before they were given the okay that Brock wasn’t near the gorilla or their locker room.

They walked quickly in silence, Cody radiating with an unseen anger from beside Y/N, his hand coming up to rub his face almost as if it would wipe the irritation away. With the chance of Cody possibly running to attempt an attack of Brock or take his anger out on an unexpected victim, even if the latter wasn’t likely, Y/N kept a hand on his back, bunched up into his suit jacket until they reached the small locker room. An awkward silence quickly filled the room as Cody moved to sit down, his love standing above him.

“You know I wouldn’t have done that if your arm wasn’t hurt, right?” They were given no response, Cody doing nothing but keeping his eyes on the ground, elbows placed on his spread knees and hands clasped together. Y/N moved to sit next to them after the silence continued, a sigh moving past their lips in disappointment but also understanding why Cody was so mad.

“Do you see this? Hm?” Y/N touched Cody’s casted arm gently as they asked, and though he still remained in silence their grasp was comforting. He looked over to them, blue eyes shining and wet with shame. “This means that you’re hurt. It’s my job to make sure you don’t get hurt, and you already are, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t get hurt more, even if it means you’re angry at me.”

Unable to find the words, Cody stayed silent, and instead let out a soft breath, eyebrows moving to furrow together over soft eyes. Noticing his increasing guilt, Y/N moved in closer.

“C’mere, baby.” They barely had to speak before Cody was moving into their hold with such force they fell back onto the small couch, the large man toppling over on them and blond, short hair tickling their chin as his face shoved into the space between their neck and the back of the couch.

“M’sorry.” Finally able to find some words, he muttered it into their neck, for some reason ashamed of his actions.

“I’m not mad, Codes. Could never be mad at you, never ever, I just need you to be safe. You did nothing wrong at all.” Y/N’s hand moved up to his hair while they spoke comfortingly, their tone holding nothing but love and endearance. Cody let out another sigh, his working arm moving behind Y/N to grasp around their waist while the other layer over top of them.

“Codes. Baby, look at me, please.” Their voice, still sugar-sweet, induced Cody to look up at them through adoringly long black eyelashes much to the contrast of his striking hair, diamond eyes shining from Y/N’s praise.

“I’m not mad. Okay?” The sweet, sweet boy responded with a nod and the mouthing of an okay, eyes clamping closed again. The pair returned to a silence, this time comforting and loving, Y/N’s hand running through Cody’s hair almost sending him to sleep.

“Wanna go home, sweetheart?” Cody responded with another nod. “Yeah? Okay.” Though they both agreed, neither moved from the grimy couch, Cody refusing to give up his spot on top of them and Y/N not wanting to make him get up. Instead, they continued their cuddle session, enjoying the softness they each pulled out of each other.

I kinda popped off on this one seeing Cody at summerslam ignited something in me

Sometimes i just wanna love on someone and it definitely shined through in this one oopsies

[minty-mumbles]

Gingerbread

Summary: The chain has found themselves at Lon Lon Ranch in the middle of the Yule season. Sky finds Wild alone in the kitchen late one evening, and offers both company and help with the baking the champion is doing.

A/N: Secret Santa gift for @themackenziemachine

(Read on AO3 Here)

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A thick layer of snow covered Lon Lon Ranch, blanketing the world in silence the way only a fresh snowfall could. Thick snowflakes still fell from the sky, quickly filling in the tracks left behind by a pair of people trudging out to the barn and then back to the house. 

Inside, things were just as quiet. Two pairs of snowy boots were left piled by the front door, quickly forming a puddle from the snow melting off them. Their owners were nowhere to be seen, already retreating up to the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. A fire burned lowly in the hearth, nothing but embers remaining after burning for hours. The evergreen boughs and springs of holly that were placed on the mantle for decoration filled the house with their scent, filling it with holiday cheer.

The only sounds in the house came from the kitchen, where a scarred boy stood alone, working at the kitchen counter. A disk of brown dough sat before him. Repetitively and methodically, he worked with his hands and a rolling pin until it turned into a thin, flat sheet of dough. 

When he was finished with that, he picked up a sharp knife but was interrupted by the sounds of someone coming down the stairs.

 It was Sky. He was lacking his outer tunic, his hair was mussed and he had clearly just come from bed. Wild turned back to what he was doing, cutting shapes into the sheet of dough.

“Wild?” Sky asked, voice soft with sleep.

Wild didn’t respond, not that Sky needed him to in order to identify the hunched-over form in the kitchen. He already knew it was the champion. He walked a bit closer, brow furrowed as he took in Wild’s appearance. “Twilight and Time just came back from making sure the animals were all taken care of. Twilight said you were still up. He was worried.”

Wild barely glanced at Sky but dismissively murmured, “I couldn't sleep.” 

Sky approached, looking at the messy counter, covered in flour and small scraps of dough. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Baking the gingerbread. I was gonna do it tomorrow but it’s chilled long enough.” Sky smiled at that. Baking had always been one of his favorite Yule traditions. “Gingerbread” wasn’t something he was familiar with from Skyloft, but enough of the other heroes had been delighted when Wild said he would make them that Sky was looking forward to trying them all the same.

“Do you want some company?”

Wild sighed, glancing at Sky again. His eyes lingered for a second, taking in Sky’s disheveled appearance. “I’m okay, really. I didn’t have a nightmare or anything. I just couldn’t sleep. You can go back to bed. There’s no need to check on me.”

Sky smiled. “I know. I was already getting up to get a glass of water. I just don’t want you to be lonely. I like banking anyway. I usually do some with Sun every Yule, so I’m not totally incompetent.” 

Wild didn’t seem to believe that Sky truly wanted to keep him company, but didn’t have the energy to argue anymore, motioning him to wash off his hands before he touched the food. 

Many hands made light work. In no time at all, the rest of the dough had been rolled out and cut into shape, and laid out carefully on several sheet pans.

“Not bad,” Sky commented, appraising the cookies. They were all cut into the traditional gingerbread man shape. A few of them were lopsided, but they were all recognizable.

“Oh,” Wild said. “I should’ve let you cut them out. You’re the artist between the two of us, with your woodcutting.”

“You did a fine job,“ Sky assured him. ”Woodcutting doesn’t translate over into cookie cutting that well, anyway. What’s next?”

“Baking them,” Wild said absently, already opening the oven. A wave of heat blasted out, making Sky shiver. He hadn’t realized how chilly it had gotten in the house with the fire burning so low. Wild picked up one of the trays and turned to slide them into the oven. 

“How long do they have to bake?” Sky asked, looking at the rest of the trays left on the counter. He hoped they wouldn’t take not long. He was getting a bit tired, but he had promised Wild some company, so he would stay awake. It was clear the champion needed it. 

“Ten minutes,” Wild said shortly. He closed the oven door, but made no more movements, just staring straight ahead, as if lost in thought. When he didn’t move, Sky put a hand on his shoulder. Wild jumped a bit at the touch, but soon relaxed into his hand.

“Come on, let's go sit by the fire. It’s a bit chilly.” 

That stirred Wild into action, and the two of them quietly shuffled over the area in front of the fireplace. Sky added a few logs to the fireplace, sending sparks to flare up, carried on the updraft up the chimney. Wild, seemingly remembering what Sky had come downstairs for in the first place, set some milk over the fire to warm. When it was steaming, he carefully poured two cups, and grated some nutmeg on top of both of them.

Sky smiled at the sight of the expensive spice. On Skyloft, nutmeg was a luxury, only used on special occasions. From what he had gathered, it was the same in most of the other hero’s eras, but he wasn't surprised that Wild had some stored away in his slate. If there was one thing the champion didn’t hesitate to spend money on, it was good food.

“Felt like splurging a bit?” Sky asked, but all he got back was a nonchalant hum. Wild was clearly not in the mood for chatting. Nonetheless, he gratefully accepted the cup of milk. 

Sky sipped at the drink slowly, savoring the taste of the expensive spice, but he still finished his cup before Wild could. The champions seemed enthralled with the fire, gaze unwaveringly fixed on the tongues of flame that licked at the blackened logs. He was so still that more than once Sky feared he’d fallen into a memory. 

Every so often Wild would blink, gaze flicking away from the fire and over to Sky, as if to make sure he was still there. Occasionally, he seemed to remember that he was holding a drink and took a sip, but then went right back to staring at the flames. 

After several minutes of companionable silence, Sky stood. His movement drew Wild’s attention, but Sky motioned for him to stay where he was. “I’ll be right back,” he assured. 

He made his way into the kitchen, and took the first tray of cookies out of the oven, set them aside to cool, and replaced them with another tray. Then he climbed the stairs to the second floor- carefully making sure to step over the third step from the top which always creaked loudly when it was stepped on. 

Entering the guest room where He’d been sleeping not even half an hour ago, Sky carefully picked his way around the sleeping bodies, feeling for his pack in the dark. He retrieved what he came for and left as quickly as he came, this time while cradling his harp close to his chest. Hopefully, he hadn’t disturbed the sleep of any of his brothers.

Wild was exactly where Sky had left him, and had gone back to staring at the fire. He didn’t look up as Sky returned, and didn’t seem to register the fact that Sky had brought his harp down with him.

 It was obvious by now that something was wrong with the champion, despite his claims. Maybe he truly hadn’t had a nightmare, and he really couldn’t sleep, but there was something else going on too.

Sky thought about prying. He thought about setting aside his harp and asking Wild what was wrong. But he wouldn’t imagine that would go well. Wild had already indicated he didn’t feel up to talking, even about mundane things. Sky doubted Wild would want to delve into his darker thoughts.

So instead of asking, Sky readied his harp, and began to play.

Wild jerked, not expecting the sudden music. He turned to look at Sky. He stared for long enough that Sky thought he was going to say something, but instead he turned back to watch the light dance in the hearth.

Sky plucked at the strings gently, starting up a soothing melody. He kept it as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping heroes or Malon upstairs.

His playing didn’t seem to make Wild any happier or offer him a distraction from his thoughts, but it also didn’t seem to be making him upset. As Wild didn’t ask Sky to stop, the chosen hero continued his quiet playing.

In a break between songs, as Sky was plucking idly on the strings and thinking about which song to play next, Wild spoke up. His voice was so quiet, Sky nearly missed it, but he put aside his harp to listen better. 

“Yule feels so familiar. It’s so-” Wild cut himself off with a wavering sigh. Sky blinked at him in confusion before realizing Wild was probably telling him what had been on his mind the whole evening. 

“I can’t remember celebrating the holidays with my family. But the snow, and the smell of pine and nutmeg, and the warmth from the fire…” Wild trailed off, reaching out a hand out towards the flames as if feeling their warmth. Sky wondered if he even realized he was doing it. 

Wild slowly brought the hand back to his chest, clutching the front of his tunic loosely. “It all feels so familiar. It makes me happy, because I know I must have been happy before.” 

Sky didn’t ask what Wild meant by ‘before.’ He already knew.

“But it hurts so much, because I am never going to know exactly what I lost. No one can tell me about my family, and I’m probably never going to remember. I don’t even know them, but I still miss them so badly.” Wild seemed to lose steam the longer he spoke, his words trailing off into a miserable whisper until they were barely audible.

Sky’s first reaction was to try and reassure Wild that, of course, he would remember eventually. He bit his tongue, pushing down the urge. Wild didn’t seem to be expecting an immediate answer to what he’d said, so Sky took his time formulating his response. This wasn’t the time to be rushing into things and sticking his foot in it. 

It was a nice thought that eventually Wild would remember everything about his previous life, but not a very realistic one. And honestly, if Wild said he thought he wasn’t going to remember something, Sky was inclined to believe him. Wild knew more about his amnesia than Sky ever would. 

The boy had lost his family, in possibly the most permanent sense. He didn’t have any memories to look back on as he grieved. From what Sky knew, the boy didn’t even know who he was mourning. A mother and father, brothers or sisters, perhaps? Sky didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure Wild did either. How could Wild know when he couldn’t remember?

Telling Wild that the emotions he was feeling were wrong wasn't going to help anyone. 

The teen had been through a lot, and Sky knew from personal experiences that having your emotions dismissed felt horrible. Every reassurance that everything would be okay eventually felt like a personal insult when it seemed like nothing would ever be alright ever again. If you felt bad in the moment, being told you would feel better in the future wasn't helpful.

He wouldn't do that to Wild. Sky had been able to drag himself out of that horribly dark mindset after his own quest, but it had taken a long time, and support from his friends and family. 

He could be that support for Wild, as long as he needed it.

He set his harp to the side, scooting closer to Wild and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Wild followed his tugging and leaned against Sky’s shoulder with no resistance. 

Sky did his best to offer comforting words. ���You may not ever be able to remember your family, but you don’t need to remember what they were like to know you loved them. You don’t need to know their faces to mourn them. Not having many memories of your loved ones didn’t mean your love for them was diminished at all.”

Wild didn’t respond, but Sky hesitated to push him anymore. Wild was already being vulnerable tonight, Sky didn’t want to pressure him. 

At least Wild seemed in a slightly better mood as he contemplated Sky’s words. He didn’t return to his previous stupor, remaining alert instead of zoning out and staring at the fire. Sky hoped Wild would think about what Sky said. At the very least, he hoped that Wild wouldn’t hesitate to come to Sky again if he needed to talk. 

The silence continued, but it was more comfortable than before. Sky no longer felt the need to fill the quiet with music, content to simply sit next to Wild. That was, until an unpleasant scent reached Sky’s nose. He sniffed, frowning. It smelled like something was burning, and it wasn’t the pleasant scent of the pine wood in the fireplace.

“Wild, do you-” his words were cut off before he could even finish his question by Wild shooting up from where he’d been leaning into Sky’s side. 

“Oh gods, the cookies!”

There was a mad scramble to the kitchen, and Sky hovered anxiously while Wild grabbed the oven mitts and brought the second tray out of the oven. There was a moment of silence as the two of them observed the tray of cookies.

“Well,” Sky started, trying to be positive. “Some of them can be salvaged.”

Wild only sighed, putting the tray to the side, and turning to slide the next one into the oven. Sky watched in concern when Wild’s shoulder started to shake. Was he crying? When Wild turned around, though, Sky could see he was restraining himself from bursting into laughter. 

“Here I was throwing a pity party for myself, and letting the cookies burn,” Wild said, barely able to get his words out without wheezing. 

“What- it’s not your fault-” Sky spluttered, not sure how to respond to that, but Wild waved him off. The misfortune with the cookies seemed to have cheered him up even more, so Sky let it go, even though he didn't approve of Wild calling the evening a “pity party.”

The rest of the time waiting for the final three batches of cookies was spent sitting next to each other on the couch, this time with a much lighter atmosphere than before. Sky started playing again, and now Wild was actually paying attention. He seemed to appreciate Sky’s playing, and occasionally, he even piped up to say he recognized the song Sky was playing from his own era. (It always amazed Sky to hear that some parts of Skyloft’s culture, such as certain songs, survived through the many years that separated them.)

Sky could accept that although Wild wasn’t better- it would take a long time for Wild to truly make peace with his lost memories and his family’s death- he wasn’t feeling the crushing weight of that grief anymore tonight. 

By the time the last tray of cookies came out of the oven, Wild had decided that the first tray was cool enough to be iced. He was quick to whip up some simple icing. Powdered sugar with milk added a bit at a time until it reached the right consistency to pipe onto the cookies. Neither of them knew where Malon kept a piping bag in her kitchen or if she even had one at all, but thankfully, Wild had some stashed in his slate. 

Sky wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Wild had such a specific tool in his slate. He wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out Wild had an entire kitchen stuffed into his slate. He said as much, but Wild didn’t laugh at his joke. Sky decided it was best not to ask.

The icing started out simple and random, adding the impression of hair and clothes, all in white. It didn’t take long before Wild was making some of the cookies into people he knew. There was one of Flora, some that were meant to represent the new champions from Wild’s stories- Riju, Teba, Yunobo, and Sidon. Sky squinted, but he honestly couldn’t see how the one meant to represent Sidon looked like him at all. At least from what he remembered from the picture Wild had shown the group of heroes before. He cut Wild some slack though, since he only had white icing to work with, and was trying to squeeze a non-hylian onto a hylian-shaped cookie.

Sky liked the idea of decorating some of the cookies to resemble people he knew. He set about making one to represent Sun. He was so focused on his decoration that he didn’t notice what Wild was doing in the meantime until he was finished with his Sun cookie. When he looked up again, he was surprised to see Wild had- somehow- managed to make a whole rainbow of colors, already placed into piping bags.

“What?” He gasped. “How?”

Wild grinned sheepishly. “There’s a dye shop in Hateno, my hometown. They mostly make dye for clothing, but they also sell food-safe dye. It’s pretty expensive but I figured it might be useful to have some at some point so I bought some in every color. This is a good enough time as any to start using it. We won’t be as limited by the colors anymore.”

Sky felt a grin overtaking his features. He knew exactly who he wanted to make into a cookie next. Grabbing the red icing and a new cookie, and started constructing a familiar, ridiculous hairstyle. His only regret when he got done with the Groose coolie was that the man wouldn’t be able to see Sky’s masterpiece before it was devoured. It actually looked a decent amount like the man.

Leaning back, Sky popped his back, a bit stiff from having been sitting at the counter for so long. Looking over at Wild, he saw that the champion ws also finishing up his current cookie. When Wild held it up to show Sky, he could see it was colored to look exactly like Twilight. 

“That looks really good!” Sky said, leaning over to look closer. It really did look like a mini version of the rancher. Wild had even used a toothpick to carefully draw in the lines of Twilight’s facial tattoos. 

They worked quickly, occasionally exchanging snickers at the cute cookie versions of the other heroes. They even did one for Sky, with a mini sailcloth and all. All the cookies were messy. Some of the icing was smeared, but they remained recognizable as their fellow heroes. 

Occasionally, they had to stop for Wild to mix new colors to match the colors of the other heroes. Pink for Legend’s hair, purple for part of Four's tunic, a lighter blue for Wild and Wind’s tunics, and gray for Time’s armor. 

By the time they’d finished icing most of the cookies, the kitchen was covered in smears of colorful icing. Sky winced. He hoped the color wouldn't stain the counters. He doubted Time or Malon would appreciate waking up to find their kitchen more colorful than they’d left it the night before.

He and Wild leaned back, observing their work so far. Neither of them were painters and it was obvious, but none of the cookies looked half bad. Sky personally thought they looked great, but Wild seemed to disagree. Sky watched curiously as Wild leaned over, picked up the black icing, and added two tiny black lines over Legend’s eyes. 

“There, that’s much better. It looks way more like him,” he said, struggling to hold back a laugh at the angry expression on the cookie’s face. Sky had to hold back a snort too. He could already imagine the reaction Legend would have the next day when he noticed how his expression differed from the rest. Sky anticipated plenty of shouting and angry expressions from the veteran, not that it would help the vet prove that he ‘didn’t look like that.’ 

Now there was only one hero left to ice, and only one cookie left to be iced. “You’re the last one to ice,” Sky said, reaching for the last cookie before catching sight of it. When he did, he froze.

The only cookie left on the tray was from the batch they’d burnt early in the night. They’d needed to throw half of that batch in the trash, but had agreed some of the cookies were salvageable. This had been one of them. Unfortunately, the cookie was badly burnt all along one side. 

“Oh,” Sky nearly choked, casting a worried glance at Wild. He felt deeply conflicted about whether he should laugh at this or not. It was a little bit funny that the only cookie left for Wild was the one that was burnt, and the champion had never shown himself to be sensitive about his scars before. But Sky didn’t want Wild to think he was laughing at him. Especially after how emotional the night had already been. 

Thankfully, Wild answered that dilemma for him, breaking out into a strangled chuckle. Wild slapped a hand over his mouth, looking surprised at the laugh that had slipped out of him, and his startled expression was enough to set Sky off. Sky laughing seemed to make Wild break too, and soon both of them were bent over the counter, wheezing as quietly as they could.

Eventually, they managed to reign themselves in, and Wild picked up the blue icing, starting with the outline of his tunic. Sky remained content to watch him, occasionally handing him different colors when requested. Slowly, Sky let his mind wander. 

It had been an eventful night. Some part of him was still worried about Wild, but another part of him knew that the champion was strong enough to pull through his inner turmoil. 

The house still smelled like pine and holly, but now the sweet scent of the gingerbread also filled the house. The kitchen was pleasantly warm from the roaring fire and recently used an oven. Sky couldn’t help but find himself dozing off with his head propped up on his hand. 

It was late after all, well past the time they should have gone to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to doze a bit while Wild finished the last cookie.

Bonus: The Cookies :)

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HIHIHIHIHIHI I LOVE YOUR X READER POST SMM CAN I REQ HSR MENS REACTION WHEN READERS WET???!!!!!!! TYANK YOU

— their reactions when you’re wet

⤷ hsr mens - hc/drabble | ft. Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade, Gepard.

⤷ tw: Suggestive content, masturbation, tbh unexperienced Blade but he’s a fast learner, fem!reader.

a/n: um.. this has been in my draft for quite sometime, second time writing suggestive stuffs.. *coughs* sorry if this isn’t what you want.

Dan Heng has just came back to the Express from the Xianzhou Luofu, he was feeling pretty exhausted after settling all the Stellaron and his past regards. Everyone from the trip immediately returns to their rooms after the issue was setteled. Well, that was what he think until he heard… some squelching noises came from his room- the data bank. He immediately stops in his tracks while eyes went wide in suprise, your scent could be smelled from miles away and it’s driving him crazy. What if the others could smell your scent? what if they could hear it too? what if- he thought, until he heard your sounds of whining his names being said repeatedly. He wastes no time opening the door, you needs him right now and that’s what all matters to him. The sight he was met caught him by suprise, instead of pleasuring yourself you sat there hopelessly waiting for your lover to come back and pleasure you himself. Dan Heng blushed at your exposed cunt, wanting to be fucked right here right now. And how wet it is for him to insert himself slowly, just looking at you like that already gave him so many dirty fantasies and can’t wait to do all that to you.

Jing Yuan was rarely home to begin with, with his work being the general of the Luofu who needs his undivided attention is pretty hard to find time for the two of you, let alone just being together for a few minutes. It was often you who came to the seat of the divine foresight yourself just to get a glimpse of your lover, but today something was wrong. Jing Yuan is someone who is observant of his surroundings despite having the title of “The Dozing General”. Today you didn’t came to his office and he decided to finish all of his work due tomorrow so that he could have some time with you. The moment when he stepped inside your shared house, all he was met was your muffled screams of his name. He wastes no time rushing inside the bedroom you two have shared since years ago, once he was inside the room he was met with your laying figure, exhausted after trying countless time to make yourself came on your own fingers. Jing Yuan could only chuckle at your pity attempts on satisfying yourself, maybe he was away for too long and gave so little attention to you. Do not worry though because tonight, he will show you how much you truly means to him.

Blade doesn’t really noticed it at first, on how you always shift your gaze, face flushed, and legs trembling. But all he noticed is that there was.. this sound that really picked his curiosity. He’s not really experienced in relationships considering this is his first one to be in a romantic relationship, so don’t expect him to notice it right away. Though as much as he’s embarrassed to admit it, he eventually reached out to Kafka for help. Once he get a better understanding at what was happening, he immediately rushed to you with that stupid smirk on his face. His eyes widen upon seeing you laying on your bed, your essence pooling on your cunt. Blade walked slowly while eyeing you as he did so which got you to be embarrassed by his stare, he was staring at your dripping pussy and then to your face and then back at it. Do not worry though, because he has a better understanding at this kind of stuff thanks to Kafka, he will let you scream out his name the whole night.

Gepard is no wonder a busy man with him always leading the front line banishing the fragmentums. So whenever he is home you will certainly use this moment at its fullest, although today you’re feeling rather wet at the thought of him fucking you against the wall while waiting for him to come back. You were unaware of your surroundings while daydreaming about him fucking you mindlessly, so when he stepped inside your shared home he was met with nothing except for your scent. He reached towards your bedroom and saw you zoning out with a heavy blush on your face, and the fact that he smell your scent proved his suspicion. He knew he was gone for a while but are you this needy for him to the point you’d daydream about him doing those things to you? he’ll make sure to get what you deserved though, he’s been gone for far too long it seems. And he’ll apologize to you by doing whatever the hell you were thinking about.

⤷ taglist :: @crowisinthetrash, @t0x1cw4ste

[warrioreowynofrohan]

This is the best thing I’ve read yet on the mass bombing of Gaza and on the oppression of the Palestinians. I’ve always had great respect for Ta-Nehisi Coates, and this is just magnificent:

Some excerpts:

And it became very, very clear to me what was going on there. And I have to say it was quite familiar. Again, I was in a territory where your mobility is inhibited, where your voting rights are inhibited, where your right to the water is inhibited, where your right to housing is inhibited. And it’s all inhibited based on ethnicity. And that sounded extremely, extremely familiar to me.

And so, the most shocking thing about my time over there [in the West Bank] was how uncomplicated it actually is. Now, I’m not saying the details of it are not complicated. History is always complicated. Present events are always complicated. But the way this is reported in the Western media is as though one needs a Ph.D. in Middle Eastern studies to understand the basic morality of holding a people in a situation in which they don’t have basic rights, including the right that we treasure most, the franchise, the right to vote, and then declaring that state a democracy. It’s actually not that hard to understand. It’s actually quite familiar to those of us with a familiarity to African American history.

And on Gaza:

…this is like really personal for me, because I came up in a time and in a place where I did not really understand the ethic of nonviolence. And by “ethic,” I mean the notion that violence itself is corrupting, that it corrupts the soul. And I didn’t quite understand that. If I’m truly honest with you, as much as I saw my relationship with the Palestinian people and as much as it was clear what the relationship was, it was at the same time clear that there was some sort of relationship with the Israeli people, too. And it wasn’t one that I particularly enjoyed, because I understood the rage that comes when you have a history of oppression. I understood the anger. I understood the sense of humiliation that comes when people subject you to just manifold oppression, to genocide, and people look away from that. I come from the descendants of 250 years of enslavement. I come from a people who sexual violence and rape is marked in our very bones and in our DNA. And I understand how when you feel that the world has turned its back on you, how you can then turn your back on the ethics of the world. But I also understood how corrupting that can be.

I was listening, actually, to my congressman last night, or I guess it was two nights ago, talk on the news. And a journalist asked him, “How many children, how many people must be killed to justify this operation? Is there an upper limit for the number of people that could be killed, when you would say, 'This is just too much. This just doesn't — this just doesn’t, you know, compute. This does not add up’?” And I will tell you, that congressman couldn’t give a number. And I thought, “That man has been corrupted. That man has lost himself. He’s lost himself in humiliation. He’s lost himself in vengeance. He has lost himself in violence.”

I keep hearing this term repeated over and over again: “the right to self-defense.” What about the right to dignity? What about the right to morality? What about the right to be able to sleep at night? Because what I know is, if I was complicit — and I am complicit — in dropping bombs on children, in dropping bombs on refugee camps, no matter who’s there, it would give me trouble sleeping at night. And I worry for the souls of people who can do this and can sleep at night.

And on Biden’s response to Gaza:

I mean, I think hearing President Biden himself — and here I will personalize it — downplay the number of Palestinian deaths, to say that he doesn’t believe the Palestinians, I just — when his own State Department was citing those figures only months ago, you know? At some point, you know, there’s that saying: When people show you who they are, you have to believe them. And so, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to do the political calculus on this. And I think at a certain point we have to just stop and say, “They believe it.” They believe it. They believe bombs should be dropped on children. They just think it’s OK. They think it’s OK, or at the very least they think it’s the price of doing business.

That’s not an ethic I can align myself from, because, as I’ve said several times in this interview, I come from a history where people wanted to make the exact same calculus about us and took stances that we would now say are immoral. But, see, the test isn’t what you did in the past; the test is what you do in the moment right now. I’m a writer. I would be much more comfortable — I was working on a book about this. I would be much more comfortable sitting at home writing about this, before I’m here talking to you guys right now. It is not my nature to talk about things that I have not written about yet. But one has to balance one’s responsibility against the suffering, against the death, against the body count. And to see what is coming out of this White House right now is just — it’s morally reprehensible. Again, I don’t know how people sleep at night.

[spiderplanter]

Story Time‼️

This story is dedicated to the lovely @laugh-and-love2

These spunky characters recall a whimsical, laughter filled night they had a few moons ago and enlightening you, the reader on what exactly went down that night.

Hope you all enjoy! I had so much fun writing this :) without further ado, I introduce to you

Friendly Shenanigans

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Our little Lee told us they wanted it to be a surprise, said they didn’t want to see it coming. As my fellow Ler and I recieved this information, it was only right that we started scheming immediately. After days of configuring just how to get them truly when they least expected it, the plan we had come up with was brilliant and thought to perfection. Every possible kink had been accounted for and backed up, schedules were rearranged to a T. All that it came down to was the time left before our poor little lee succumbed to their fate.

We marked our calendars for Halloween night in the name of all things fun and spooky and that’s when our lee’s guard will certainly be down. But before we continue, I shall introduce us, silly of me to forget. My name is Cypress, and I am a ler. my partner is Banks, he just recently came out as a switch, previously ler. Kai is our lovely little lee that we’ve had the blessing of teasing and tickling the shit out them of for years. Our friend group formed way back in second grade when Kai threw a crayon at me for literally no reason and Banks jumped in to stand up for me. No harm, no foul, and we ended up hitting it off together and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

Kai came up to us a year ago and confessed their liking about tickling. They were really nervous about telling me and Banks but we accepted them and thoroughly researched for the proper equipment and techniques to accurately wreck Kai to the best of our ability. Since we’re full blown adults now with free will and our own money, it’s safe to say we splurge to make it the best experience for everyone, especially Banks. He goes above and beyond especially this time around. No expenses were too drastic.

We’d planned for months to pregame at my house before we head to our all time favorite haunted house that we go to every year as a tradition, and we did just that. A bottle of whisky and two pre rolls later, we’re all crossfaded, getting in our Uber on the way to the haunted house.

Banks’ POV:

This is probably mine and Cypress’ greatest plan yet. I know a guy who knows a guy who volunteers at the haunted house and after some very passionate convincing, the staff agreed to build a separate spooky room for us. I went by last night to check it out and it is flawless.

*Pause from the story* when you think of this room, I want you to imagine Dr. Thredson’s basement in the Asylum season of American Horror Story. Something along those lines. *Continue story*

I’m so excited to see this all play out! I think Cypress and I are both getting more antsy the closer we get to the haunted house, I can feel the vibes but praying that Kai doesn’t catch on. We’re here. It’s go time.

The line is fairly long but not too much of a wait. Plenty of time to tease Kai until we’re able to go in. Thirty minutes pass and we’re next in line. After many side eye exchanges with Cypress, we lock arms on either side of Kai and stroll right on in. Keep in mind, this haunted house is three stories high and our special detour is at the very end.

After many jumpscares, our adrenaline was at a moderate level, and instead of taking the exit everyone else was, we pointed out what looked to be a dark room with a subtle red light peeking through the door. Cypress and I suggest to Kai that we go explore it. Curiosity peaked, “Let’s go for it!” Kai said. Mistake number one.

We all split up to different corners of the room as I shut the door as quietly as possible before switching on the warm and cozy lights, admiring all of the detail and hard work that they put into it, also wondering why they left it out of the whole haunted house experience. Glancing over at Cypress, we both mentally agreed that it was time to start. “Hey, we should take some pictures in here! They’d turn out super cool”, said Cypress. “Great idea! Kai, do you wanna go first?”, I chimed in. “Uhhh.. sure”, Kai mumbled, growing a little suspicious but swiftly sliding onto the edge of the bed to pose for the camera.

“NOW!” Cypress yelled. I lightly pounce on Kai to pin them down to the bed while Cypress goes around restraining their limbs to each corner of the bed. Damn, Kai is giving me a run for my money the way they’re flailing around trying to buck me off. After Kai is secured, I get up and pivot over to Cypress to give her a high five and bask in our success.

Kai’s POV (train of thought) :

*O-oh fuck. I really didn’t see this coming, this is INSANE. *How did they plan this and HOW did I fall for it??* “Guys c-come on now, we can settle this a-another day!” *looks over at the wall of tools and further restraints. “GUYS! We can’t do this here, everyone will hear us!!” *Fuck I’m so screwed. They have every single tool, some I’ve never even seen before. Why did I tell them to surprise me, that was so stupid! How can I convince them to let me go?*

Cypress’ POV:

I can’t believe we actually pulled this off. Every second of stress leading up to this moment was completely worth it. “Hear us? There’s music blasting out there mixed with screams of horror. Nobody is going to hear us or even bat an eye if they do, they’ll simply think it’s part of the attraction. Just face the fact that you’re vulnerable, all pretty and tied up for us. Nobody is going to rescue you, so you might as well just accept that now darlin! You’re not getting out of here until we say you can.” I say looking down at Kai pulling the restraints rapidly. “Let’s get started, shall we?” I state, looking at Banks. “Let’s.” Banks replied.

To further the anticipation, we both walk over to the tool wall and start pointing at random, discussing which tools are best for each body part and how effective they might be for Kai, making sure to converse only loud enough for Kai to hear and get flustered.

Eventually I pick up a lovely, long, and stiff feather to start off with. Banks grabs an electric toothbrush and a bottle of baby oil. As we slowly start walking over to Kai, they get more and more restless. “Banks, I don’t think there’s enough skin showing, we should remove some items. What do you think?”, I ask dragging my freshly manicured nails from Kai’s ankle, all the way up to their hips before I give a quick taser. “I have to agree with you Cypress, there’s far too little skin exposed for my liking. So how about we just-“.

Banks says, as he leans down to cut off Kai’s shirt with a pocket knife, starting at the waist and cutting a line straight up to the neck and pulling the fabric from underneath them. Now that Kai’s whole upper body is exposed, all they could do was lay there with their eyes tightly shut just waiting for the ticklish sensations to commence.

“So many places to start, I’ll let you have first dibs“. Banks whispers to me. My eyes light up in excitement and hesitation because I truly can’t choose what spot I’d like to wreck first. Armpits it is. I run back over to the wall to grab another feather. Kai’s restraints are a tad loose for my liking so I straddle their arms for minimum mobility and start lightly tracing both feathers, alternating between the soft tip and the quil in Kai’s insanely sensitive hollows. I’m telling you, I could just hover my fingers over them and Kai would instantly be a squirmy puddle of giggles.

“C-C-CYPREHEHEHES PLEASE NOOHO ANYWHERE BUT THERE AAHAHAHAH” Kai pleaded, already struggling to catch his breath.

“Awe is my little lee already begging because it’s too much? I’m sorry to break it to you but I’m just getting started, and this is the least intense it’s going to get.” I tease, looking up at Banks to signal that he should jump in and start.

Banks’ POV:

Damn, looking at how adorable Kai is thrashing around like that, I’m just thankful I’m not in their position because Cypress is no joke when it comes to wrecking someone. She’s ambitious, teasy as hell, and knows exactly what spots are deadly and can exploit said spots very very well. I know first hand just how cruel she can be but also so nurturing and will never take you past your breaking point. She’s very good about reading when you have or haven’t had enough and I really admire that about her. I take pride in knowing that we are alike in that sense.

As Cypress looks up at me, I’m snapped out of my thoughts and take a second to decide where I’d like to start. I think it would be fun if I join Cypress and go for their neck/ collarbone and ribs. As I straddle Kai’s waist, I open the bottle of baby oil and lather a fair amount all over, starting from the back of Kai’s neck all the way down to their waist. I pull the toothbrush out of my pocket and turn it on, lowering it to the back of Kai’s ear. Every time they turn their head and pull away, I just move to the other side of their head. No amount of head ducks and scrunching can get Kai away from the vibrations.

Growing bored of the current spot, I travel down to the collar bones and a new pitch of giggles erupt from Kai. Cypress and I both stop tickling to tease them about it. “Oh my god, Kai, that was absolutely adorable, I need to hear that again!” I say giving a few scratches to their ribs while doing so. Cypress chimes in, “Enough talk, press that tickle button again”. As I turn the toothbrush back on and place it exactly where I left off, the same giggles started pouring out and both Cypress and I were just infatuated. They sounded like when you’re getting chased and the anticipation laughter just slips out but you can’t help it.

“Guuhuhuhuys, please move.. I’m beheheging.. I tap ohohohut!!” As we both get off of Kai to give them a break, we both step back over to the tool table and plan what we wanted to do next. And before you guys start freaking out, Kai said they tapped out but that’s not our safe-word, so we know we didn’t go overboard. Kai is very strong and can endure quiet a bit of tickling. He even told us straight up one time that begging just means continue.

“I think I’m going to stick with my hands this next round.” Cypress stated. “You know what, that’s a good idea, I’m going for the legs and feet next, you?” I ask but before she could reply, Kai shouts out “O-okay I’m ready now!”. Cypress gave them a thumbs up and whispered to me, “I’m going for the tummy”. She winked and nudged my shoulder, doing a little dance before creeping back over to Kai.

Kai’s POV:

Fuck they’re walking back over and I’ve never been more scared or excited before. I’m actually really enjoying myself but I can’t let them know that because then it’ll result in endless teases and I just can’t bear that heat. Ahh oh my god.. Cypress is straddling my waist and I saw just a sliver of Banks before he knelt down behind her, this is going to be the end of me. I’m already shaking against the restraints waiting to feel something, anything. This is absolute torture and they’re just eating it up. As I close my eyes to embrace for impact, I’m jolted back to reality as I feel Cypress pull my pants down slightly and tracing her index fingers along my waistline. It’s sending electric current up to my brain and I can’t help but thrash around, given the little wiggle room I have.

I enter silent laughter as I feel five nails on each foot starting from the heels right up underneath my toes. The feeling is overwhelming but so comforting, my brain is short circuiting trying to process all of these feeling but ultimately, my brain melts into nothing but the sound of my laughter. No coherent thoughts can form in my brain and I’m not mad about it. Just when I think the tickles couldn’t get more intense, I feel Cypress start to trace big circle around my tummy, slowly spiraling in until she digs into the depths of my belly button. As I’m now bucking up and down trying to get her finger out, she slips not one, but two pillows under my back, eliminating what wiggle room I had. My belly button forced to accept her vibrating finger, I can feel every inch of it inside and it’s absolutely unbearable that I can’t do anything about it, but also why would I want to ya know?

I start begging her to take the finger out and milliseconds before I tap out, she mercifully pulls it out, but starts spidering all over my sides and ribs. While that is equally very, VERY fucking ticklish, I feel Banks massaging baby oil all over my feet and knees. My god I’m done for. For some reason they both raise their hands at the same time and just look down on me. As I’m trying to catch my breath, my face turns to an unnatural shade of red, because help.. why are they looking at me?.. all of a sudden Banks starts counting down.

5…4…3…2… suddenly my brain overrides once again with these ticklish sensations. I throw my head back starting to wheeze and fall back into silent laughter. Cypress is pushing all ten of her fingers between my rib bones that are sticking out so much due to the TWO pillows.. out of pocket Cypress. Banks has pulled out a hairbrush, scrubbing it up and down my left sole as he’s spidering the back of my right knee. I’m pulling as hard as I can to curl up but it seems as if they had tightened the restraints even more.

Randomly my body relaxes and I open my eyes to look up at Cypress and why the tickling had come to a halt, only Cypress isn’t looking at me, she and Banks are looking at the door for some rea- Oh. My. God. There are two strangers standing in the doorway. I immediately look away with tears in my eyes out of embarrassment and I had never felt so vulnerable and on display before.

Trying not to get too worked up over it, I hear Cypress ask them if we could help them. All I hear is one of them asking curiously what we were doing. Cypress explained we were just playing a fun little game and broadly explained to them what was happening. They both seemed genuinely intrigued and asked if they could join us. I feel a slight scratch on my side causing me to jump up a little and jolt my head to look at Cypress. She sees the tears pouring out now and she cups my face, wiping my tears away. “If you’re uncomfortable with that, we can have them leave but we’re down to let them stay, only if you are.

I sit there contemplating a second before answering. “Only if you explain my boundaries and tell them to keep it light, and only because they genuinely seem curious.” Ugh what did I just get myself into… they come into the room and sit down on either side of me as they introduce themselves. “Hi, I’m Blue.” , Hello! I’m Clarke.” They both state. Cypress introduced all of us and started going over the small details to make sure nothing crosses anyone’s boundaries. After everything is settled and I’m ready to get back into it, Cypress and Banks stay in their positions while Clarke straddles my arms and Blue sits on my shins to go for my knees.

As I’m questioning if this will be a sensory overload with all of my spots being exploited simultaneously, two by people I don’t even know yet, I brace once again for impact and throw my doubt out of the window because this will be a new experience, good or bad and we can all learn from it. I feel them start one by one, Clarke digging lightly into my armpits, causing my giggles to slowly bubble out. She’s suspiciously tickling very well in my opinion. She has long black nails and boy are they effective.. sure enough, I feel cypress start spidering all along my torso to the best of her ability, which is expert level. My giggles turning into steady laughter now, as I’m growing used to the sensation, I feel Blue’s short and dull nails sketching little doodles on my knee caps and occasionally switching to spider the hollows of my knees. Now that I’m deep belly laughing and pulling at the restrains, I feel Banks take a feather between and around my left toes and an electric toothbrush to my right.

They keep this up for what feels like hours before they all start rotating between spots, each set of hands bringing a new level of ticklishness to each of my spots I didn’t even know was possible. Surely it can’t get worse right? Wrong. I feel my limbs set free, low key disappointed that it was over. That was until Banks went over to the wall and opened a secret compartment with a whole lot of rope. I was too distracted and confused to even move but nonetheless, Cypress laid her dead weight on top of me so I couldn’t run for it. Next thing I know, I’m being picked up and carried to a platform shaped like an X and I’m being tied up to it, my body so taught I can’t move a single inch.

Clarke and Blue sat this one out because they wanted to see just how crazy this could get, and they knew they’d just get in the way. As Banks moves behind me, he places both hands on my armpits and slowly spidering and kneading up and down the length of my upper body. Meanwhile Cypress is taking her nails and a feather to my inner thighs and it’s driving me insane. “Can you guhuhuys p-plehehease go f-AHAHAHA.” I didn’t even have to finish my sentence before they gained speed and accuracy to each nerve. With every stroke feeling like they’re on fire in the best possible way, I forget that Blue and Clarke are in the corner taking notes.

After a few minutes of this absolute torture, they stop and offer Clarke and Blue to step in and take over. To my defeat, they accepted without hesitation. As they’re hovering over me now, kind of unsure where to start, Banks and Cypress start directing them, spilling all of my worst tickle secrets. All of a sudden Banks and Cypress come back to demonstrate. Cypress grabs Clark by the arm and leads her to my thighs. As they lean down she takes her hand and places it firmly on the absolute most sensitive spot right in the middle of my inner thigh and tells her to squeeze firmly and rapidly. AAAAAAAAHAHAHA I scream out and suddenly Banks takes Blues hands and places them on my hips, telling her to scratch, knead and poke all over. “STOHOHOHOP TELLING THEHEM EVERYTHIHIHIHING GUHUYS.” I scream out. “Oh but we know you love this too much for them to stop, cutie.” Clarke stands up to whisper in my ear. Going to sit back down, I’m left with them using two of the most effective techniques on me. Banks adds on, “There’s also a death spot right above either side of their top ribs and if you dig your thumbs in and rub circles intothem, it’ll cause Kai to beg and plead, and you’ll get the tastiest raspy howling laughter out of them, go ahead and give it a try. NOOOOHOHO BANKS PLEEHEHESE I scream out.

“Right here?” Blue asks, placing his thumbs down firmly. “Up to the left a little, up a little more, just a hair to the right. There you go! Right there!” Clarke adds. The anticipation is too much, just do it already I’m thinking to myself. And before I could form another thought, that’s the only sensation I can feel now and I can’t help but fall limp while keeping control but my body betrays me, emitting the exact laughter Banks said I would. “TAP OUT, TAHAHAHAP OOUUT!” I yell at the top of my lungs, appreciating that they stopped instantly. As they’re letting me go, I go back over to the bed to lay down and catch my breath once more.

I’m too embarrassed to tell them I do want some more but I need a water break or something. Conveniently, Banks hands a water bottle to Clarke to bring over to me. I sit up and chug about half of it. Meanwhile they’re all circled around me conversing about how fun this is and how I’m too adorable for their own good.

Minutes later, I gain the courage to tell them I’m ready for another round. This time Banks jumps behind me and manually restrains me. He pulls me up on top of him and wraps his arms around mine to hold them back, also wrapping his legs around mine to keep them pinned down to the bed. Clark straddles my waist while Cypress and Blue take one foot each. Before Clarke begins, I feel my toes being stretched and held back before I feel rapid spidering all over, sending my mind into overdrive again, but I’ll never get tired of that feeling. Suddenly, Banks manages to lift my hips up so Clarke can lightly skidder her fingers on the small of my back and simultaneously give my belly button raspberries and tasering my side and ribs with her free hand. AAHAHAHAH- my howling laughter falls silent as I’m thrashing around the most I have tonight. For some reason this position is the worst by far. I don’t know if it’s because there’s a small chance of getting free, or the fact that I’m this easily restrainable. Either way it’s so flustering and I’m rendered helpless at their mercy. After a couple hours that felt like centuries, I start to see stars and my lungs and throat are feeling raw now.

. “DAMN GUHUHUHUYS… RED LIGHT, RED LIGHT.”

Everyone drew their hands away immediately and I curl up into a ball to recover and suddenly jump a little as I feel hands on my back but it’s just Banks trying to bring comfort and rub away the phantom tickles, which I appreciate. Cypress, Blue, and Clarke sitting on the edge of the bed having a small talk conversation while I catch my breath.

After several minutes, I sit up and join them to say how much fun I had and thanking Cypress and Banks for planning such a fun night. We stayed for a while, getting to know Blue and Clarke further. After mutually agreeing to get out of there, we walk out to see the haunted house was completely empty. Looking at the time, it was 3 a.m. after stepping outside, I take a deep breath of fresh air, soon after, we exchanged numbers and headed our separate ways.

As the three of us got into our Uber, I laid my head on Banks lap and propped my legs up on Cypress to get a quick power nap as Cypress started rubbing and scratching my back. They usually don’t mind when I do this. Before drifting off I ask, “Can we do this again sometime? Especially with Blue and Clarke?”. “Of course we can love, anything for you, you precious little tickle big.” Cypress replies. I immediately drift off to there dream world.

As the car starts up to bring us back home, Banks pulls out his phone to text Blue and Clarke, “Ya’ll free next weekend? We HAVE to do this again!”. They both replied with an “Absolutely, count us in!”. And from that point on, it was all of us together having the absolute best time. Once Clarke and Blue got more familiar with the tickle world, Blue identified as a ler, and Clarke a switch.

The End.

[eldritchships]

if you're doin em for drabbles - ❓ - "is this what you want?" with BlurrLine? 👀

On my hands and knees. I truly don't know what happened here, I think I got possessed.

❓ - "Is this what you want?"

This was a terrible idea.

Blurr’s been pacing this rooftop for hours, enough to practically leave his tire treads in his wake. He’d sent the invitation before midday, in what he’s now decided with increasing insistence was a state of delirium. And/or his central processor blowing a fuse. Or maybe some warped sense of survivor’s guilt. The point is that it’s now well past evening, well past the time he had listed on the invitation for them to meet. If anyone is going to show up, Blurr thinks as he stops to vigorously tap his pede.

Maybe he should give up and go inside, maybe it’s best that he take this as a sign to forget about this stupid idea, to forget about him. Maybe the invitation hadn’t gone through at all - Blurr had put it through half a dozen layers of encryption to ensure no-one else could possibly get their servos on it. Maybe he’s not coming and Blurr’s standing around on this roof for nothing. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Blurr’s audio receptors catch on the rumble of a jet engine, quiet but getting closer. His helm snaps up to the dark sky; his body’s first instinct is to seize up for action, but then a rush of relief, joy and apprehension flood over his spark. The jet’s shape is less sharp than a usual Decepticon’s, he recognises the wingtips. The most telling clue of all is when the jet banks and gently curves down towards the rooftop, and the soft light fixtures illuminate a pink and blue paint job.

Blurr steps back, feeling like his fuel pump is in his throat as the jet transforms, plating shifting in a fluid turn of gears and actuators. Turbines whip up a small whirlwind which disturbs the scenery, and Blurr raises an arm, protecting his faceplate. The pink Decepticon lands a few feet before Blurr, wings clicking into place on his back.

They stare at each other for a long moment, two sets of blue optics that don’t dare look away. The Decepticon - Flatline, who really came and accepted the invitation and is here - tilts his helm lower, a breathing mask retracting from his faceplate to reveal a set and sceptical frown.

“You came, I almost can’t believe it I mean it wasn’t the safest course of action and in fact there was a noticeable element of danger to coming but you did and I was beginning to think you wouldn’t.” There’s a smile on the corners of Blurr’s lips even though his servos are shaking. Flatline glances over his shoulder pauldron and ducks further into the rooftop seating area, hoping no-one managed to see him arrive.

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” Flatline’s voice is more controlled than usual. Away from any prying Autobot optics, Flatline circles Blurr; Blurr doesn’t miss how he’s keeping a distance, taking an assessment, gauging the situation. He must be expecting a trap. It’s a clever deduction, and Blurr expected the same. Blurr shifts, doing a slow spin so he can keep Flatline in view. That lilting voice is still hanging in his processor, but Flatline is still a Decepticon, and Blurr is a well-trained intelligence agent.

“I didn’t expect to see you either after the ship and what you did both to me and for me the former of which I’m still sore about by the way, you’re lucky that I was given a healthy diagnostic once the medibots gave me the once-over.” Blurr places a servo on his hip, giving a firm glare to make a point. Flatline slows to a stop, and a chuckle escapes his lips. Blurr straightens, his spark flip-flopping in its chamber at the sound.

“There shouldn’t be any long-lasting damage from anything I gave you.” Another helm tilt, to the side this time, and amusement plays on the guarded look in his optics. Lovely, shining blue optics- “Is that all you called me here for? Verification on your check-up?”

“No no no of course not.” Blurr shakes his helm quickly. He glances across their surroundings; a comfortable seating area for the tenants of the building’s habitation suites, lit with soft lamps dotted above the different benches and chairs. The current time of night gives everything a cosy and secluded atmosphere, one that might be more perfect than his original plan. Flatline’s question hangs unanswered, and Blurr chews on it for a second longer, averting his optics. The Decepticon’s wings twitch higher, slightly more flared. “I just wanted to talk to you again I suppose, I have questions and I didn’t trust trying to relay them to you over encrypted messages that might be found by someone else. I couldn’t get you out of my helm and trust me I tried and tried and tried but I couldn’t take it anymore I had to see you again.”

Flatline brightens, although it seems like he tries not to.

“You…missed me?” It’s barely even a question. Blurr crosses his arms, which causes Flatline to hazard a single step closer towards him. Ah, Blurr had almost forgotten about that; how Flatline always found it amusing and ‘cute’ when he gets fluster- defensive. He doesn’t reiterate how true it is that he could hardly think about anything else except this moment for the whole cycle. Instead, he uncrosses his arms to gesture in invitation to the bench closest to the two of them. Flatline’s optics flick between the bench and to Blurr, but he stalks over and takes a seat, folding one leg over the other. Blurr is quick to join him.

Blurr sets his servos on his knees, a digit tapping rapidly against the blue metal. He can feel Flatline’s attention closely on him, roaming up and down over his form, and he resists the urge to squirm. Instead, he goes for the spark of the matter; the burning question that’s been bothering him for weeks.

“Why did you help me escape? You never explained why and it doesn’t make any sense to me why you would stick out your neck cabling to release a prisoner, especially not when I’m an Autobot and you’re a De-”

“The same reason I kissed you.” Flatline cuts him off, talking over the word Blurr was about to say next. His pauldrons relax, and his voice calms from the bite it temporarily had, “....Twice.”

“Three times.” Blurr corrects, holding up the same number of digits.

“At least one of those times was initiated by you.” Flatline insists with raised brows. Blurr sits straighter, puffing out his chestplate with a huff. The corners of Flatline’s lips start to curl, primed and ready to retort to whatever Blurr says next in defence. He’s arrogant, too clever for his own good, cocky, and it gives Blurr a rush of warmth that could be either anger or affection. As a result, all he does is deflate, and stare at Flatline as he grumbles under his breath. Flatline cracks a full smile, and pats the servo Blurr has tapping his knee. It’s hardly a consolation, but at least the pink medibot’s attention drifts away - he sits back, helm tilting up to look at the night sky. That’s right, Blurr remembers, optics widening slightly, The first Cybertronian sky Flatline’s seen in eons. He’s been cooped up in ‘Con laboratories all this time, and from the soft sigh that leaves his lips, you’d think he’d been left starving without the pinpricks of light dotting the dark backdrop. Blurr doesn’t dare move to disturb the vision sitting next to him. Flatline looks pretty like this, with the lamplight shining on the curves of his pink frame, and oh so tempting…especially when Blurr isn’t being held captive. His gaze follows over Flatline’s form, but it lingers on the syringe built into his arm, and Blurr is hit with a cold reminder of the danger to this reckless idea.

A frown sours Blurr’s features, and he clears his throat. Flatline’s helm snaps back down to look at him, just fast enough to make Blurr tense. His vocaliser seizes, but he forces it to reset.

“See the fact of the matter is you and I clearly have some affection for each other based on our prior poor calls in judgement and I thought that might have gone away on its own but it hasn’t. I really really really must have caught some form of malware because all day every day for the last few weeks I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His expression softens into something close to anguish, shaking his helm as he blurts out a confession he wishes he had practised more. The ground unfortunately doesn’t seem like it’s going to do him a favour and swallow him anytime soon. “The reason I sent you an invitation and found the most private location to meet is because despite knowing this is dangerous beyond measure and will likely end in one or both of us being killed, I couldn’t bear not being able to see you again in person.”

He points his optics at the floor and keeps them there, refusing to look at Flatline. A unbearably long moment of silence passes, and Blurr’s servos fidget in his lap. He’s tempted immediately to start denying everything, say it was a joke or a deception and run as fast as he can out of the building. Surely, this is where Flatline laughs at him, and then impales him clean through and disposes of a loose end.

Flatline shifts. Blurr braces himself. Flatline scoots closer towards him on the bench, and slowly, ventures taking one of Blurr’s servos in his own. Blurr’s helm shoots up to look at him, watching as Flatline raises their interwoven digits. The look on his faceplace isn’t mocking, he looks flattered, and a little smug.

“Freedom looks good on you.” He presses a kiss to Blurr’s knuckle-joints, optics half-lidded and fixed on Blurr as he does so. Blurr’s cooling fans click on, sounding louder in the otherwise peaceful space, and he quickly straightens and paws at his own plating, trying to shut them off. Flatline chuckles, and releases the servo he’s holding. He shifts closer again, and starts to lean in. Blurr stops trying to manually disable his own internal systems and freezes entirely, although his processor is running faster than he ever could with a million whirring thoughts and hesitations. His servos hang in the air, unsure where to put themselves as Flatline cups his cheek. His helm tugs away slightly in the soft touch on impulse, and Flatline pauses. Blue optics watch Blurr intently.

“Is this what you want? Really?” Flatline’s thumb-digit brushes over his cheek. Blurr searches his faceplate. It’s so close, so close Blurr could move just a little bit forward and break the remaining distance so easily. His engine revs, and rumbles steadily to match the high-pitched noise he makes while his focus grapples with having Flatline’s lips so close to his own.

“Yes, yes yes please.” Blurr breathes. Flatline surges forward and kisses him. All at once Blurr is swept away by a tidal wave, washed over by delight and terror in equal measure and sparks are sent shooting through his entire circuitry. This is an awful idea and he knows that but his servos clutch onto Flatline as if his life depends on it. Flatline moves again until they’re flush against each other, kissing underneath the stars and soft lamplight above.

Blurr can kick himself for this decision later. Right now, his spark feels so full it might burst, and he’s too enraptured by Flatline’s intoxicating presence to think about ‘later’.

[serafiel-jacobs]

We might be far apart but never truly away from each other (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

It was their last day in London, the project was finished and at night they would leave back for Krat.

In the end, Pinocchio did enjoy his vacation, he got to do some many things in such little time, and maybe he doesn’t like where his passion for art came from but he can overcome this, he wants to try painting once he is back home.

They all spent the day together, Sophia got to meet Alexander and they both got along well, they enjoyed the moments they had before it was time for them to depart.

“Hopefully you don’t start asking her for grandchildren” Alexander teased, despite knowing Sophia is partly a puppet. What? You thought he wouldn’t be able to tell? He is just as smart and capable as Geppetto, but it’s not his business to ask why so that’s why he doesn’t pry on the matter.

“Father, you haven’t told me where babies come from!” Pinocchio pouted, people always tell him that it is something that happens when two people really love each other, but then they refuse to say anything else because “Your father should teach you about that”

Sophia lets out a laugh and Geppetto’s face is red with embarrassment.

“He has enough with Pinocchio, he doesn’t need another brat running around” Gemini chirps from his cage.

Pinocchio grabs him and begins to shake him, with confidence since he knows that it wasn’t his fault he malfunctioned last time.

“I am NOT a brat!”

They all laugh, and the conversation keeps going.

“So Sophia, how long are you staying in London?” Alexander asks.

“About a month, then I’m planning to maybe visit Germany” Sophia plans to see all over the world, she even wants to be able to travel to parts of America or Asia if she has the chance.

Sophia is able to travel so much because of her family inheritance, she did claim it before leaving Krat; she was so anxious while doing it, the woman at the bank kept looking at her weirdly and for a moment she had believed her cover was blown, turns out that she just really liked her hair and asked how she died it, Sophia made an excuse, she didn’t want to explain how it was her natural hair color.

Sophia misses her parents, they were kind and caring but she knows that this is what they would have wanted, that they would have wanted her to be happy.

While at the bank Sophia also found out something else, her parents weren’t the only ones that had left her an inheritance… her uncle Simon did so as well. His will said that in the case he died, everything would go to her.

She didn’t know how to feel about it, at first she didn’t want to accept it, but at the end of the day, money is needed to survive unfortunately.

And Simon was extremely loaded, even more so than her parents, not accepting that ridiculous amount of money would be stupid.

“Well Sophia, as long as you are here you can count on me, anything you need you can ask me” Alexander offered her a helping hand.

“I bet you are having a lot of fun doing such adventurous things” Geppetto was happy that Sophia was doing well.

“We had a lot of fun adventures while studying Geppetto, hopefully you haven’t forgotten about that” Alexander had a huge grin on his face, “Remember when he went skinny dipp-“

“Don’t say that in front of my son!” Geppetto is mortified, he is so embarrassed, why did he do such stupid things?!

Sophia busted out laughing, she had no idea about Geppetto’s fun past.

Pinocchio was confused but he likes it when his father gets embarrassed so he smiled.

“Hopefully I get to meet the princess when I visit Germany, they say she is such a kind young girl” Sophia has heard about her, apparently she is also very beautiful because they say she is the fairest of the land.

“I wish I was a princess” Pinocchio loved the princess of the stories he read.

“A princess and not a prince?” Geppetto asked his son.

“Being a prince is boring, they appear only until the end of the story, Princesses are the ones that do all the cool stuff”

Geppetto played with his son’s hair, Pinocchio reads a lot of stories, and he is glad reading makes his son happy.

“Pinocchio have you ever been interested in your father’s work?” Alexander was curious, although surely Pinocchio wouldn’t be able to understand much.

“Um it looks cool but it also looks really hard” Pinocchio thinks his father’s work is very interesting but not so much when he looks at his notes, it’s all so confusing, after all, he only knows basic math.

Alexander gave out a chuckle “Maybe you should try and teach him some calculus Geppetto”

Geppetto then remembered how Pinocchio started to cry when he was teaching him about fractions, But he can’t blame him for that, math is hard; when he was studying sometimes he would end up crying during his exams, one of those moments when you have to repeat other and other again how much you love your field of study to keep you going.

“Well there are other priorities for him to learn at the moment”

“When are you going to teach me about-“

“Pinocchio stop asking! If you don’t stop asking I’m never going to teach you” Why does his son want to know so much? He still remembers when he taught Carlo and his son asked way too many questions afterwards.

Geppetto knows that eventually he is going to have to teach him but he is going to delay that as much as possible.

Sophia was smiling, it’s fun to see them interact like that. Geppetto has changed a lot and she is happy that he has become a better father to Pinocchio.

Geppetto and Alexander left for a moment for the closing of their project, giving the rest of them some space.

“Sophia… do you ever miss being fully human?” Hopefully, that wasn’t a very invasive question, but Pinocchio wanted to know, he was a puppet and then he became something special, something in between human and puppet.

But Sophia was once human, he wonders what she thinks about that.

“Well I did have a lot of conflicting emotions but I am truly happy Pinocchio”

Pinocchio smiled at her, what matters is that she is happy.

“Plus it does have some perks to it”

“Like what?”

Sophia was about to say that she doesn’t have her period anymore but Pinocchio probably has no idea what that is and she isn’t going to explain.

Maybe Geppetto has changed but he really needs to teach Pinocchio about this stuff, it’s just as important.

“Oh well, I have a lot of stamina now” It’s true and also something good, she doesn’t get tired as much and that goes greatly when traveling.

Pinocchio nodded along as Sophia told him all about her travels, that’s when he noticed that Sophia was also different, she still had her calm demeanor but she was more lively, she spoke with so much joy about her new life, and he enjoyed every second of the conversation.

Not that they would stop talking altogether, he can still communicate with Sophia via the power they share, but this could be the last time they see each other.

Oh well, no matter the distance he and Sophia will always be connected.

The rings in their hands are proof of that.

—-

They are now at the train station, giving their goodbyes and preparing to leave; Geppetto gives Alexander a big hug, he almost doesn’t want to let go but he must return home, and he can’t wait to keep in contact by writing to each other.

Alexander also promises that as soon he finds the time to do so, he will visit Krat to see them again.

Pinocchio also gave Sophia a big hug.

“Pinocchio, you are truly a good friend, the best I could ever ask for” Sophia gave him a warm smile.

It was almost time to leave, but then they heard a familiar voice.

“Pinocchio!”

“Alice?!”

Alice has made it just in time to say goodbye.

“Oh dear, I’m late, I’m late, hopefully you didn’t believe I wasn’t going to let you leave without saying a proper goodbye,” Alice said, Pinocchio is a dear friend, hopefully her letter won’t arrive late just like her.

Pinocchio hugged her as well; Alice gave a friendly wave to Sophia and both introduced themselves.

“Oh, you are Sophia? Pinocchio told me about you”

“Really?” Sophia was surprised, but at the end of the day Pinocchio is a very talkative boy.

“We must simply have a day to catch up and talk, you are just as nice as he described” Alice would love to properly spend some time with her, “Hopefully that’s not much to ask”

“Not at all, I would love to spend some time with you” Sophia might just have met Alice, but she liked her spirit, she could take a day to spend just with her.

Finally, it was time to go, Pinocchio cried as usual and they all consoled him, as they boarded the train and took their seats, Pinocchio thought about seeing his family back home, giving them all their gifts, and being able to hug them again.

Pinocchio started to move the ring in his hand with his fingers, he was too enthusiastic to go back home but he had to calm down, he couldn’t jump up and down inside a train.

As he played with the ring, a thought crossed his mind.

“Father um… why don’t you wear your ring?”

“Ah son, I can’t because of my work” Geppetto explained how he can’t wear any jewelry in his hands because of it.

“Oh” Pinocchio didn’t know what to say at first but he did give a suggestion, something he saw while buying the rings with Sophia.

“Why don’t you wear it as a necklace?”

A neckless, why did he never think about that?

“That’s a great idea son” Geppetto paused, “I’ve never told you about Carlo’s mother, maybe it’s finally time that I do”

Pinocchio had stars in his eyes, while on their ride back home, Geppetto told him all about her, how they met, the kind of person she was, and how she was a good mother to Carlo.

And speaking of Carlo, Geppetto might have made a lot of mistakes, but he told Pinocchio about the times he spent with him, the moments they shared together and Pinocchio listened, happy to learn so much about his brother.

As Pinocchio listened, he began to feel sleepy, he was sitting down by his father’s side, and he put his head on his father’s shoulder, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Geppetto hugged his son and kissed him on his forehead.

He held his son for the rest of the ride until both finally arrived at Krat.

Back home.

[scumbag-monthly]

The Young Ones - Cash 🧊

Original air date: 15.5.84

Reviewed by: @xgardensinspace

Darling fascist bully boys, it is very exciting to be here with you all, celebrating the 40th anniversary of The Young Ones by reviewing all of their amazingly chaotic episodes! I chose to talk about Cash, and here’s why: The episode gave us some unique “firsts”, great visuals, and very quotable phrases that live rent-free in my mind. Unique things like Vyvyan’s The Damned t-shirt; seeing the fireplace in the house and thus making the drawing room be the fourth wall; meeting the boys’ next door neighbour; the gang FINALLY gets to have some proper CASH for once in their life (even if it was extremely brief); and chopping up Neil’s hair! (his bit alone was a big reason why I picked this episode as one of my options for review; Neil with short, choppy hair is such a cute visual and I still really want to draw him like that. Plus he wears one of Mike’s suits and I hold all of this very dear to my heart.

Now, I’ll break down some of the most notable moments and quotes (at least for me) of the episode in hopes that this will showcase the highlights of why this episode is so bloody amazing.

“I’ve just nailed my legs to the table.” It came so unexpectedly that I was laughing for 10 straight gay minutes when I first saw it. It’s not about Mike “floating”… It was the whole “nailing PLATES” to the table that did it for me. The way this joke was set up and the final punch-line form a beautiful choreography that was immaculately timed. I also can’t quite figure out how the practical effect of Mike floating was done, but I think I’d rather leave it a mystery.

For starters, Mike nails plates down to the table. At first there’s this whole hilariously magical moment because Mike has done the impossible! But then the episode turns around and gives us one of the most unexpected gags I’ve ever encountered in comedy:

Speaking of SFXs, we get to see some Poulterghoosts layered over the footage and it’s a very fun addition to the episode for the codpiece face joke alone. We then see an EXTREMELY chaotic and extremely funny scene on the neighbour’s telly that is a spoof of a famous UK advert about bicycles. The quote “Think Once, Think Twice” is directly taken from the advert and the cinematography for it is actually very spot on to the original! And speaking of the random cutaways, “The Madman” bit is definitely my favourite in the entire series, just because Steve Dixon’s performance still gives me the good kind of chills. His laugh is so perfectly villainous, and everything about it is just so pointlessly chaotic. “You won’t catch me with mee trousers!”

Boomshanka, and the entirety of Neil’s letter to his bank manager come from this episode! And I KNOW you know the entirety of that letter by memory right now… We all know it. This, and Rick’s commentary on eating ear wax is EXACTLY what I meant about this episode just having a multitude of quotable moments. Other great examples include… the entire scene about Vyvyan being pregnant: “I’M GOING TO HAVE A BABY.” “How… How did it happen?” “Didn’t your parents ever tell you about the birds and the bees?” “What if the bird got stung halfway through? Ostriches are really big.” “AH! AH! The contractions have started!” “Vyvyan’s baby will be a pauper! Oliver Twist!” Who even thought of this joke?! It is just so insanely ridiculous to have a pregnant Vyv. Obviously he isn’t, but the fact that Vyv just pulled these bollocks out of his bottom is ridiculously stupid. We’re all definitely still here for it. I mean, we sat there for a fart joke with the neighbour earlier. And… SPOILER ALERT! The whole baby bit is another big joke on passing wind. This show is TRULY for a mature audience. ;)

There’s a bit where Vyvyan curses God (played by DJ Alan Freeman) and we actually get to see what God in The Young Ones universe looks like! He shows up again in Summer Holiday, but Cash was his first appearance. This God is suave and always throwing the best comebacks, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this God was Mike’s biological father. Next up, Mike proceeds to use the super powers his God dad gave him, and calls out for a newspaper, which arrives on cue out of the blue. They look at the very blank list of job adverts, and the only position available seems to have Rick’s lisp: “Join the Profeshionels.” Everyone backs out of applying, and force Neil into taking the job. (Vyv’s excuse being pregnant, of course.) But the way Rick replies to joining the army: “Ahm, well, M’yes, no, mnyeah…” became my catchphrase to complain about stuff as well.

And then the episode gifts us with an exasperated Rick smoking 6 cigarettes and AT LONG LAST, the fabulous Neil with a suit two sizes too-small and his new choppy hairdo.

With a clean-looking Neil, the boys step out of the house to go get that “Profeshionels.” to the beat of this episode’s musical guest; Ken Bishop’s Nice Twelve. I am super in love with the quick edit cuts they used in this scene, because it perfectly fits the song as well as the exasperation the characters are probably feeling. If you’ve ever been poor and living day to day, you’d understand this feeling too.

Neil ignores SPGs advice of not telling the Army officers that he was a pacifist, so he then gets shoved into joining the police force because THEY WILL LITERALLY TAKE ANYONE. Now, this wouldn’t be alternative comedy and Alexei Sayle’s skit if it didn’t include social commentary on the pigs– I mean, the police force. If they take anyone into the force and the only job qualification is to know how to make that “Khjjjj” sound for when talking on the radio… then what does that say about the policemen out there guarding our streets? Neil is so aware of the corruption that he even announces himself with; “Open up! It’s the pigs.” when going to investigate his friend’s house. It’s simple jokes that, unfortunately, are still relevant today. Alexei’s performance here is super cute and memorable; definitely one of my favourites. His Benito Mussolini-look-alike character’s got great energy, and it turns out he’s a contestant for the Eurovision doing all these funny noises. His routine is so compelling that I find myself doing these funny noises when in a good mood.

The episode’s final gag is Mike telling Rick he’s got everything under control, to which Rick replies that if Mike’s got it all sorted, then; “A massive, rear-articulated lorry loaded with money and food and everything they need [will] come smashing through the window…” and so that’s exactly what happens. They are rich enough to give out “... a large sum of money.” as a tip for their service helpers now. So much money, that Vyv can eat Caviar with a ridiculous amount of ketchup. So much cash, that Neil doesn’t even recognise the inside of the house. So he thinks that the boys have become furniture thiefs, and complying with his new job, he decides to do something about it. And yet another quotable quote arises after Neil ask the boys to come with him quietly. “No, we’re going to come very noisily.” followed by tuneless wailing.

So finally, Vyvyan’s baby sees the light of day as a massive fart and… Mike celebrates by lighting up a cigar on Vyvyan’s lips, exploding the entire house yet again.

And that’s it… credits roll and the boys stare at the burning house in awe. Very typical way of ending the episode if you ask me. Okay… I am honestly finding it very difficult to spot any negatives in this episode as I rewatch it for the review, and I think that’s definitely a plus! I suppose fart jokes are a bit childish, but some people seem to enjoy toilet humour so this bizarre episode will please their folly just fine! ANYWAYS! I don’t think this episode is regarded as one of the top ones, but I really love it and it’s definitely one of the most quotable one amongst fans! And that’s saying something. Now go on, and may the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman.

[tamerajedwards]

WHEN GOD GETS AHOLD OF YOU, ITS BIG, BOLD, and BEAUTIFUL! (Standing along the banks of the Clinch River in Tennessee 8-8-24) About 5 years ago my life came to a stand still when I was diagnosed with severe asthma. I thought my life was over as doctors scared me with all their scary talk and throwing meds at me and a few months later Covid hit and we all stayed home for a couple of years. I became severely depressed and barely left the house. I wore my mask everywhere for four years. I lived in fear and barely left home except to go to work. Sometimes I would not take a job or meet with friends because I was afraid I would have a panic attack or an asthma attack. My “WHAT IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS “ left me paralyzed and I felt no one understood the gripping fear I was living in. I stopped caring about music, my great passion, and everything fell to pieces. I lost almost everything I owned and moved back in with my Mom. I didn’t think I could go any lower but face down But somehow God got ahold of me this summer. I faced some of my biggest fears! I’m really proud of myself! I got on an airplane ✈️ by myself and flew to Tennessee, I got a job working with zoo animals and I love them! Usually I haven’t been keen on animals. I took a second trip and drove 30 hours round trip by myself to Tennessee, I went downtown Nashville in the largest crowd ever, by myself! I rode of the back of a motorcycle 3 times for over 9 to 10 hours total including two times through the “Tail of the Dragon 🐉” one of the most fun and dangerous rides in America between Tennessee and North Carolina. I said I would NEVER ride a motorcycle! During these exciting adventures did I dwell on my health issues? No, I just brought my inhalers with me, and yes! I had to use them! The weather was insanely hot and humid. I had moments of fear but I kept breathing through it. I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines. I miss the girl who loved adventure and would do anything. I’m sensible and know my triggers but know how to cope with them. The point of this post is to encourage you! When there’s a will there’s a way! Face your fears head on! Or you’ll miss a moment to see all that God has surrounded you with! There is no denying He is alive! I am turning 60 in 3 months, I’ve got nothing left to lose. When I die I’ll been in the presence of God! So why live in fear? It will come believe me! But why miss all the fun? It was put here for you to enjoy! The lord truly will accomplish ALL that concerns you. I love ❤️ you! T

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Luis Alberto Lopez Decisions Joet Gonzalez to Retain Featherweight World Title

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Published: September 16, 2023

CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas — Luis Alberto “El Venado” Lopez (29-2, 16 KOs) kicked off Mexican Independence Day Weekend by defending his IBF Featherweight World Title against former two-time world title challenger Joet Gonzalez (26-4, 15 KOs) Friday evening at American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas.  Lopez hoped to become the first person to stop Gonzalez, but he was met with a stiff challenge and refused to take a backward step.   In the opening round, Gonzalez pressured Lopez with punches to the body. By rounds three and four, though, Lopez found his distance and began using his legs to set up shots from the outside.   Gonzalez’s high guard made it difficult for Lopez to connect with his signature leaping punches, but occasional counterpunches on the inside kept Gonzalez from gaining momentum.   Lopez seemed to fade in the later rounds, and Gonzalez, with a sense of urgency, began pressuring Lopez as he did in the opening round.   However, it was not enough to win the fight. Lopez retained his belt with scores of 118-110, 117-111 and 116-112.   Lopez said, “We knew that Joet Gonzalez is a very dangerous fighter. He never stops attacking. He can take anything you throw at him. We knew that’s what he came to do and that he came with a lot of hunger to take the title away from me, but I also am very hungry to remain champion.   “I hurt him. I saw that I hurt him. But, as I’ve said, he’s a warrior who can take anything you throw at him, even the bucket. He is still standing, and my respects to him.   “It was a very close fight. We know that Joet Gonzalez was coming forward. He wouldn’t take a step back. I know it was a tough fight, but I know that I won.”   Gonzalez said, “I thought the scores should have been a little closer. Overall, I am very disappointed in my performance. I felt that I could have done a lot better. By far, this is the worst performance of my title fights, even though I prepared to the fullest. I am truly disappointed in my performance.   “I felt like in the other world title fights I did better. I felt like I got hit less. I did feel like I landed some good shots, but I feel like I’ve could have done a lot better.”   

Zayas Authors Career-Best Win over Valenzuela

Puerto Rican junior middleweight phenom Xander Zayas (17-0, 10 KOs) scored a fifth-round TKO victory against hard-hitting Mexican Roberto Valenzuela Jr. (21-5, 20 KOs) in tonight’s co-feature. Zayas dropped Valenzuela with a hard jab in the opening round. Valenzuela got back up, only to suffer another knockdown before the round ended. In rounds two and three, Zayas worked off his back foot, landing quick combos from the outside. A left hand in round three caused a cut on Valenzuela’s nose. The cut bled profusely, but referee Mark Nelson allowed Valenzuela to continue fighting. However, Zayas continued landing vicious punches to Valenzuela's nose, forcing Nelson to halt the contest at :42 of the fifth round. Zayas said, “I didn’t think he was going to stop bleeding from his nose. When I went to my corner, I told my dad {assistant trainer Orlando Garcia} that his nose was really bad. So, we knew that it was a matter of time. “I came here to accomplish a goal. I came here to let everybody know at 154 pounds that I’m coming for everything. They said he was a power puncher, and I dominated tonight. I’m a contender now at 154 pounds. Whenever Top Rank gives me the opportunity, I’ll be ready for a world title. All my respect to Roberto. He was a warrior like I knew he was going to be." In other action:

Unbeaten lightweight sensation Emiliano Fernando Vargas (7-0, 6 KOs) made his ESPN-televised debut with a spectacular third-round TKO win against Alejandro Guardado (5-1, 1 KO).  In the opening round, Vargas calmly evaded shots with quick head movement before sneaking uppercuts through Guardado’s guard. He pressured Guardado in the second round, but Guardado responded with offense of his own. Vargas then landed a counter left hook in the third round that initiated a flurry that forced referee Lee Rogers to end the fight at 1:07. Vargas said, "We're just going to work in there. It’s a beautiful thing to be here with all my beautiful Mexican fans. I love what I do. I get up early in the morning and it’s not work. I can’t wait to be back.”

Welterweight: In an all-Mexican showdown, Julio Luna (21-1-2, 11 KOs) toppled Omar Aguilar (25-2, 24 KOs) to capture the vacant WBC USA welterweight title. Aguilar was aggressive early, but Luna's distance made it hard for him to land cleanly. In the fourth, Aguilar found success on the inside, but Luna overcame the onslaught with longer punches. Scores: 79-73, 78-74, and 77-75. Welterweight: John Rincon (8-0, 2 KOs) beat Bryan Ismael Rodriguez Rivera (4-2-1, 2 KOs) via unanimous decision in front of a hometown crowd. The bout was a cautious affair, but Rincon pulled away with effective aggression. Scores: 60-54 2x and 58-56.

Junior Welterweight: Jamaine Ortiz (17-1-1, 8 KOs) overcame an almost one-year layoff to defeat Antonio Moran (29-6-1, 20 KOs) via unanimous decision. Moran hurt Ortiz early, but Ortiz got his rhythm by the middle rounds and wobbled Moran in the sixth round. A game Moran was aggressive in the later rounds, but it was not enough to overcome Ortiz's quick counterpunching. Ortiz was coming off last October's valiant stand against Vasiliy Lomachenko. Scores: 99-91, 98-92 and 97-93. Featherweight: Former world title challenger Ruben Villa IV (21-1, 7 KOs) tallied a workmanlike eight-round unanimous decision against Brandon Valdes (15-4, 7 KOs). Valdes started strong by finding a home for his right uppercut. Villa, however, figured him out and out-landed the Colombian in nearly every exchange. Scores: 78-74 3x.

Junior Welterweight: U.S. Olympian Tiger Johnson (10-0, 5 KOs) scored a majority decision victory against Ricardo Quiroz (13-3, 7 KOs). Scores: 76-76 and 79-73 2x.  

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[distopea]

She was the most beautiful woman Nunnally had seen in a long time. Her beauty was as striking as the fact she was an outsider. It was her dress, her hair style, the way she moved, spoke, held the glass that made it painfully obvious she didn’t belong there with the rest of the guests. And that she was not welcomed. At least by the majority of the female guests. Nunnally wondered if the woman (what was her name again? Sybille?) could feel that. She was watching her from over the glass of red wine as she was surrounded by men and seemed overly happy (and proud?) for getting their fake attention. Was she an escort? Or just some poor girl that was hoping that the man she came with (or any of them actually) would fall in love and marry her? Well, that was hardly to happen and Nunnally truly pitied Sybille. She was hoping her face was not showing that but even if it were, the girl wouldn’t notice. Nunnally was probably invisible for her.

But Nunnally had seen (and met) too many of such girls to think this one would have more luck in finding her happy ending here. Even though she considered Sybille naïve and perhaps even foolish to play the game she could not win, Nunnally didn’t think she deserved all that treatment that was going on behind her back. Was she even aware of it? Did she care? Nunnally was not the one to do it often (or ever in fact) but that remark she just heard about the woman made her wanting to intervene. She walked towards the group admiring Sybille, involuntarily stealing some attention from her (it would be so impolite if the heiress to the political and financial empire was ignored, right?).

“You’ve got a lovely dress, Sybille…” – she said lightly as if they were good friends – “You must share your secret with me and confess who designed it for you as I am actually looking for a new attire.” – she sent an apologetic smile to the men surrounding them; that was what these "morons" wanted to think about her. So let them have it. She smiled to Sybille again – “Since soon the men will have some time for their tiny business, we will also have a chance to discuss our things.” – Nunnally kept her face innocent – “You must promise to reserve some time for me.” – suddenly Nunnally was not sure what and why she was doing. But no-one would guess her thoughts as she confidently stood there waiting for Sybille's reply.

@lured-into-wonderland

Sybille was truly enjoying herself. Whenever one of her regulars would call her for those fancy parties, she knew she would be the center of their attention. Bad gossip, dark stares and other little remarks would escort her walk, but surely, she didn’t care much about all of this. She was there for multiple reasons; but one, of course, was for the money earned. Her host of the night was clearly loaded, and from the generous amount he had sent to her bank account, it was more than certain he wanted to finish the night somewhere in a palace, probably naked and intertwined. She felt quite in the mood for that, parading at his arm with her glittering dress she had demanded to specifically buy for the occasion (his money should be useful after all), and her glass of champagne; truly, she felt that she was born for this. She didn’t care at all if it was only for the job, only to play pretend; she felt perfectly content with the attention. 

It was easy to laugh at the bad jokes and other little teasing comment they would throw at her. The more she knew it was pissing off the feminine part of the audience, and the better it was. Sybille was paid to be a mystery, to enthrall people and to belong to only one man for one night. The lucky fellow knew it; he had certainly wanted to have her around to gain popularity or a good amount of scandal around his name, but she was there to be the wanted doll. Yet, she would soon be disturbed during her performance, when, through the masculine attention she received, Sybille eyed a woman coming her way. She hadn’t noticed her until now; she seemed to belong to this world, politely smiling in the middle of the sharks when there was blood in the water. 

“Oh? Thank you.” She observed the difference of style between the two of them, her eyes gleaming with wicked intentions, quite unhappy to be bothered, but she had to pretend it was fine. “Yes, of course. I’m quite used to the cold weather though, maybe my brand of clothes is a bit too short for you.” She hummed and smiled, earning a little laughter from the man who had paid her. A frown crossed her face though, as she wondered why she would ever have to entertain someone else than her client? She tipped her nail against her glass of champagne, staring. 

“I wasn’t aware those gentlemen needed a moment alone. But I guess it won’t be that long, right, honey?” She eyed her client; the message was clear on his side. If he ever hoped to caress those legs later tonight, he had better not make her wait, or else, money would have to follow. “Promise?” She didn't have the capacity to hide her surprise, or even her lack of interest. She only offered a long stare. “Well, if you insist, then. Yet, I still do have obligations, and my sweet beloved Victor shouldn’t be left alone for too long.”

She brushed her client’s arm before she slammed her glass onto the tray a waiter was carrying, grabbing another one. “I have to powder my nose.” She gave a light pout before she detached herself from her client. “Gentlemen, I’ll be more than happy to chat with you a bit later.” 

[lapazjournal]

I’m just saying pt. 1

I’d like to preface this by saying I get into some pain here. I paint the picture pretty vividly. I write it out because I feel like it’s interesting to people and it feels like letting it go. The main reason is this is one of my ways of being more vulnerable. I’m still working on people in real life. Please be patient with me. As always comments are more than welcome via Insta stories or you can send an anonymous message on Tumblr.

What exactly is my goal for social media? To distract myself. To soothe. I did it today. Earlier I went over to my Dad’s house. In therapy, my therapist suggested I write him a letter about how I was feeling. The backstory is that I had used my savings in the month of December on my car. I also quit my job in December and quit my new job in January. So I was jobless and had spent 2K in savings on my car and $900 on a trip to Socal for my birthday. So earlier this month my car didn’t turn on when I was going to go to Costco. So I got it checked by AAA, got it towed to the mechanic. It ended up being the security system & I needed a new battery. The total came out to $400. And I truly did not have that in my bank account at the time. I probably had $100 or less. So I texted my Dad asking him if he could lend me the money. He didn’t respond. So I asked my mom and she lent me the money. I’m so grateful to her that she did that. I’m saving my income as I write this. So I was angry. I was sad. Just another disappointment. My dad earns much more than my mom. He spends most of his time working. I was at his house. He has this ‘Best Brother’ picture frame his sister got him. I was there and I started to tell him. Immediately he says ‘Oh do you want to talk about this because I have a whole speech for you’. Defenses immediately are up. My therapist told me I should write it out to him because usually when I bring things up in person we end up in an argument and somewhere along the line I start crying. And it’s just so embarrassing when I cry in front of him. He doesn’t respond. It’s like he doesn’t blink. It’s expected. I hate that. I hate his response. My mom will come over and hug me but my dad just sits there without flinching. And I hate the part of myself that cried. I wish I could be strong. I wish I could be unphased. He starts his lecture on how I have to be more responsible, I shouldn’t have driven to San Diego, and he cites that he pays for my car insurance and health insurance, and he paid for the car I drive now. I’m grateful for those things. I tried to explain to him that to me having his card on autopay for 2 of my bills doesn’t mean he’s the greatest father in the world. To me it would matter more if he showed up when it counted, like when I asked for it. I’m not irresponsible. I mean I don’t even know. It’s like I can’t decipher who I am against that. Like who am I and who is the person he sees. I hate that person. Because he doesn’t love that person. And all I want is a Dad. A tender, loving Dad.If he changed today, or any day I swear I would forget everything and just feel it for the first time in so long. Who am I kidding, I’m so guarded and so is he. All these years of me calling him a bad father haven’t exactly motivated him to do better. He says if that’s what you think I can’t change it. Woah I just realized again I mirrored this situation with my first boyfriend. I’ve been thinking about them because they’re both Scorpio moons. Anyways, in an Abraham Hicks video, the guy interviewing Esther talks about how he went to his fathers grave with so much anger after being abandoned by him but he couldn't curse him, he felt compelled to forgive his Dad. Esther says that his father, now passed on, was sending him so much love and light that his mortal self didn’t give him. She said that his dad’s mortal self had a lot of hangups and couldn’t give him the love he desired, maybe needed. But now, passed on he sent him love because the hangups dissolved. I’m trying to tap into my grandfather’s energy, my dad’s dad. He’s passed on. I’m accessing his love, feeling the love of a father. I know one day I’ll feel my Dad’s love too. I imagine it washing over me like a warm blanket, but also like the sea. Maybe that’s why I like a hot shower so much. It makes me feel that safe feeling. He always says to us, to me ‘I have no regrets’. It’s like he’s trying to affirm to himself that line. And he told me I shouldn’t make myself the victim. That line hurt me. I told him how could you be so cruel, I’m your daughter. How could he-