#SO IF THEY DON’T BRING THESE THINGS BACK I’M GONNA DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!!

[asiadoesstuff]

How I feel after having such a horrible day yesterday that I forgot to buy the Days Of Style and Bumbling Boatswain Items (I’ve been collecting those tickets all month & have been waiting ever since Season Of AURORA [14] for Boatswain to come back) (I’m going to be a grown adult & in my twenties the next time Boatswain comes back):

[gi4hao]

vernon x gn!reader — lighthearted fluff, teasing as a love language, vernon is a nerd

plot: vernon is in a flirty mood. that’s literally it.

“don’t you think it’s a weird saying?”

on your right, vernon hums interrogatively without taking his eyes off of the tv.

“the guy just told her ‘i love you to the moon and back’. i think it’s a weird thing to say.”

this time he turns his head towards you. partly out of interest for your last words, but mostly to grab the bucket of popcorn you’ve been hogging.

“you’re right, how dare he declare his love to his wife? such a weirdo…” he scoffs as he grabs a handful of popcorn, slightly frowning at the realization that there were a lot more last time he had the bucket on his lap.

his unserious reply calls for more drastic measures, so you grab the remote and pause the movie.

“i’m just saying, why the moon? why not the sun? it’s much farther.”

vernon takes a couple of seconds to ponder over your observation, face completely still except for his active chewing.

“good point. if it were me, i’d tell you i love you to GN-z11 and back,” he remarks, but immediately notices that something is not clicking in your brain. “it’s the farthest galaxy from earth. well, that we know of at least.”

��oh wow… you’re such a nerd,” you chuckle, “you’re telling me you just woke up one day wanting to know what’s the farthest point from our planet and looked it up?”

your puzzled expressions look almost similar in that moment, although provoked by two very different things. to vernon, none of his words are worth such a dumbfounded reaction.

“…yeah? is this what i get for trying to be romantic? bullying?” he replies with an air of fake offense. “nevermind, i guess i only love you to the supermarket and back then.”

the gasp you let out is so loud it almost makes him flinch and knock the bucket over. but that gasp was nothing compared to the way you suddenly slump down on him, fully taking him by surprise.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i love your nerdy flirting, i would die if i had to live without your fun little facts, i’m so serious!” you exclaim, hands on his cheeks to force him to look at you. “i love you to that galaxy with a weird name and back, i swear! now say it back please.”

it’s not that vernon doesn’t feel like continuing this fake argument just for fun, it’s that he physically cannot with your pleading eyes staring right into his.

“i’ll forgive you if you let me finish the popcorn…” he starts, pausing until you’ve nodded in agreement, “and yes, i love you to GN-z11 and back, of course i do.”

it takes all your physical and mental strength to not tell him how cute he looks with his cheeks slightly squished by your palms. so instead, you channel this affection into a loud kiss on his lips, which he extends by placing a gentle hand on the back of your head, applying more pressure on your mouth.

when your lips part, your eyes are opened a bit wider than usual, still surprised by the intensity of his kiss; which he notices with a slight smirk.

now laying on top of him, you prop yourself up on your elbows, a bit out of breath:

“they need to discover a farther galaxy. this one isn’t gonna be enough,” you blurt out, and watch his smirk morph into a genuine smile, bringing a light blush to his cheeks.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED <3

[shawtuzi]

thinking about incubus!eren walk with me real quick besties

“i’m scared mika what if we actually summoned something,” you huffed squeezing your my melody plush to your chest. mikasa and sasha began laughing over the phone making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “s’not funny guys you know that stuff scares me—can’t believe i let you guys talk me into doing it.” in a poor attempt to help you get laid mikasa and sasha thought it would be funny to convince you to summon an incubus, and because peer pressure is a treacherous bitch you begrudgingly gave in. although they wholeheartedly believed the summons was bullshit and tried to convince you a ‘sex demon’ would never appear in your dreams you couldn’t help but fear they were wrong.

“y/n trust me nothings gonna happen, i doubt we even gave you the right instructions to actually summon one so don’t worry okay? talk later bye!” before you could get another word up the line went dead leaving you alone with your paranoid thoughts. you let out a deep sigh mumbling to yourself, “it’s gonna be okay y/n it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real.” in an attempt to calm yourself you turned on your favorite show and it actually did work! soon you were peacefully drifting off to sleep—little did you know you had an audience watching you.

“finally she’s asleep,” a gruff voice spoke from the darkest corner of your room. eren stood to his full height before slowly making his way to your bed. although the room was pitch black aside from the soft glow from your tv eren could see your sleeping form perfectly. your heart beat had slowed drastically and little snores could be heard from your plump, parted lips. eren brought his hand to your face, trailing his knuckle ever so gently down your cheek. ‘so soft,” he thought to himself, bringing his thumb to run across your plump lips. eren could hear the tiniest whimper escape your mouth and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

in your dumb little head you thought you were simply having a mind blowing wet dream about a man whose beauty you couldn’t even comprehend—little did you know eren was controlling the entire thing. every orgasm, every position you were put in, every degrading comment the nameless man said to you incubus!eren was controlling it all. in an instant eren has flipped your comforter up, exposing you and your cute little pajama set. “how cute…” the demon whispered cupping your pussy over your cotton shorts, “and she’s already soaked, even cuter!”

eren couldn’t contain his excitement as you began to grind your pussy against his palm. eren climbed above your sleeping body, careful not to wake you as he gauged your every reaction. your pussy had gotten so wet from your dream your slick had begun to seep through your panties and eventually your shorts, coating the demons palm in your sweet essence.

suddenly your eyes snapped open and you were met with piercing emerald ones staring right back at you. you opened your mouth to scream but he covered your mouth, slightly digging his nails into your skin. eren reached over and turned on your bedside light, giving you a slightly better view of his face. the sight of him made your eyes widen—you couldn’t tell if it was in admiration or horror (maybe both). “i look a little familiar huh?” he grinned showing off his razor sharp canines, “now if i remove my hand will you promise to be a good girl and not scream?” you slowly shook your head making eren’s smile widen. eren removed his hand from your mouth but stayed hovered over you, his wings blocking everything in the room but his scarily handsome face.

“don’t act so surprised to see me you are the one that summoned me after all im just doing my job,” he brought his much larger hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks together. you were absolutely speechless. there’s no way you conjured a damn sex demon there was absolutely no way—yet here he was in all his glory looking like he was ready to devour you whole. “y-you’re not going to h-hurt me are you?” your shaky voice made eren’s semi-hard dick throb. eren buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet smell shea butter and coconut scented body wash, “m’not hear to hurt you sweet thing,” his long tongue licked from the junction of your neck to the shell of your ear, “i’m just hear to make you feel good—make us feel good together.”

“you’re so cute and soft,” he smiled taking your trembling hand in his, pressing a soft kiss the skin of your palm. the incubus then began to litter your neck with kisses, slowly making his way to your cleavage. “so…after we have sex does that mean you’ll go away” you asked, letting out a little gasp when he yanked up your sleep shirt. “so pretty…” he mumbled to himself before taking one of your nipples into his watering mouth. “but to answer your question yes i will go away—unless i release inside you then we’d be bonded,” his words were muffled as he continued to suckle on your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. “b-bonded? ah!” you let out a squeak as eren bit down harshly on your nipple before swirling his tongue once again around the bud.

eren let out a lewd ‘mhmm’ as his kisses began to trail lower and lower until he was between your parted thighs. his sharp nail ran down your covered folds making you jump the tiniest bit, “if we’re bonded that means i am yours but most importantly you’ll be mine. i’ll get to take care of this neglected little pussy as much as you need, wouldn’t that be just divine sweet girl?” before you could get a word out his disturbingly long tongue began to lap at your pussy over your sleep shorts, soaking the fabric even more. your hips bucked up into his face making the demon giggle.

“so what do you say? i promise i’ll take such good care of you until the end of time. i swear it,” you looked into his eyes pondering for a moment before nodding your head. you felt pathetic for just a second until it was replaced with overwhelming pleasure when eren pulled your shorts and panties to the side, licking a slow fat stripe up your soaked pussy. you were risking your safety and sanity by making a deal with such an evil spirit but with the way eren skillfully made out with your pussy you just couldn’t find it in you to care.

eren was elated to have such a cute little plaything by his side now, and it looked like you were just as happy to have him too. he may have left out the part where he’s going to consume your every thought and be the star of every single dream you have but you don’t mind right?

[lunajay33]

Change Part.10

•🩰🎀🩷•

Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.9

•Masterlist•

It’s been a few days and it’s been hard not really knowing who I am, having to learn everyone’s names and not understanding what they’re talking about, for camping everyone sure was busy and fighting a lot, it all just made me feel confused like I was missing something big picture, but everytime I asked someone they just said it was nothing

After breakfast Daryl and I went back to our tent to get ready for the day, I unzipped my bag rummaging through looking for a pair of shorts that still fit when I pulled out silky pink ballet slippers and suddenly a pain shot through my head

“I know they’re not much but they’re something”

A young Daryl was pictured in my mind then another

“Dance fer me sunshine, see what the big deal about black swan is”

He asked as he was sat on a bed in a very pink and white room maybe my room

“Daryl?”

“Ya sunshine?” He said as I turned around seeing scars littering his back but it wasn’t the time to pry and if I was seeing it he must be comfortable around me and I didn’t wanna ruin that

“Did I have a pink and white room and did I ever dance for you?” His expression lifted as he kneeled in the tent infront of me

“Ya remember! Yes ya had the most girly room, decorated in ballerina stuff, ya had this pink rotary phone ya use ta call me on always envisioned ya layed on yer bed twirling the cord around yer finger blushin as I talked ta ya, blushin like ya are now” he said running his thumb across my bottom lip

“I want to remember Daryl, how can you still be with me if I can’t even remember our lives together”

“Oh sunshine, nothin and I mean nothin will stop me from lovin ya, they’ll come back, ya just had some maybe we gotta do stuff to bring em back”

“Like what?”

“Can I kiss ya?” I nodded excited been waiting to know what his lips felt like since I woke up with no memories

His hand ran through the back of my hair bringing me closer his lips brushing against mine, the smell of cigarette and woods overwhelmed my senses when finally we kissed slow at first until I craved more, pushing him back as I straddled his hips never being close enough feeling my body heat up

“Yer so beautiful” he said as another pain zapped me

“Can you please stay with me tonight Daryl, I don’t wanna be alone”

“Ya sure ya want me to stay?”

“Cute panties”

“Yeah like yours are any better”

I pulled back from the kiss desperate for air, his hands tight on my hips

“I asked you to stay with me, you said I had cute panties” I laughed

“They were, ya had these little pink panties with white lace, that was the first night we shared a bed together, yer dick of a brother and his friends scared ya, ya didn’t wanna stay in the house with him alone”

“His name……his name was Jackson right?”

“Ya baby, yer doing good” his hands traced up my back

“You know I’m pretty lucky I have someone like you to help me through this, can I ask some more questions?” He nodded in agreement

“What do you do for work?”

“Work at a bike shop, fix em up, use ya take ya fer rides on my bike, ya loved em”

“Use to? Why not anymore?” Then he got that expression like everyone else

“Oh ummm ya didn’t wanna ride with the baby”

“D you’re lying to me, everyone is, what’s really going on, why are me camping so long?”

“Can ya just trust me that I’ll keep ya safe, it’s not the time ta tell ya it’ll be too much, can’t risk ya passing out again”

“Okay but you’ll tell me eventually right?”

“Of course baby, now I gotta go huntin how bout ya spend the day with Maggie, ya know she loves baby talk” he said smiling as he strapped the bow over his shoulders that made me all tingly inside

“I do have to say I’m one lucky lady hot damn” I giggled as he huffed as we left the tent

“Be safe I’ll see ya later” he said one last time kissing my cheek before he left

The day went by slowly but Maggie was amazing company but all I wanted was to be in Daryl’s arms

“You miss him don’t you?” Maggie asked breaking me out of my trance

“Yeah, it’s just after losing my memories he’s the only one I feel……..normal around, he doesn’t treat me like I don’t know like I’m just another burden, I don’t know what’s really going on here but I wanna be useful Maggie”

“You’re not a burden sweetheart, you’re a blessing you and this baby are a light in this dark world, that man adores you why don’t you take a nap in the house for a little we’ve done a lot today”

“Okay but only because you said so” I laughed as she handed me an apple before I walked into the house laying in the same bed I woke up in, slowly I drifted off to sleep

“Angel, the day ya stepped into my life I knew it was gonna change, my lil ballerina, never thought I’d be so lucky ta get a woman as sweet as ya but I wanna spend the rest of this life with you, will ya marry me Angel?”

“Daryl somethings wrong, people are coming back from the dead and eating each other please come get me I’m scared”

“I don’t wanna leave this is our home, where we were gonna raise this baby”

Memories swirled around my head as I woke up in a panic of hot sweat and voices around me, looking around I notice Maggie and Hershel and Rick in the room

“What’s going on is everything okay?”

“It’s Daryl he had……an accident” Rick motioned to the bed next to me, I turned and there he was unconscious on the bed blood covering his face and dirt all over him, my heart tightened in pain

“What happened? Will he be alright Hershel?” I asked as I held Daryl’s hand in mine

“He’ll be alright darling, I’ll get him patched up and he’ll just need to rest” I took the wet cloth Maggie had and wiped the blood away on his face

After the others left and Daryl woke up it was just the two of us in the bed

“You scared me half to death Dixon” I said running my hand up and down his arm

“Sorry sunshine, but I made it back didn’t I”

“Barely, what even happened I thought you were just hunting?”

“Damn horse bucked me of a cliff” I sighed feeling the stress of the day weigh on me

“But forget about it, what did ya do today” he asked twirling my hair in his fingers

“Not much helped Maggie out, then I had this dream”

“Bout what baby?”

“You were proposing to me, you said you were lucky to have a woman like me, called me you angel”

��And it’s true, not a day goes by I don’t feel like I won the lottery” god I loved this man

“Then I had another one, we were in our home crying because I didn’t wanna leave, saying that was where we were suppose to raise our baby……Daryl do we not have a home anymore?” He was silent for a while before nodding

“It’s gone angel, we worked so hard for a home of our own and ya were so excited ya have the baby there but we’ll never go back again” I sat up at the realization that something really bad is going on in the world and I don’t even really know what the normal life was

“Oh god” I gasped feel a sudden pain course through my belly

“What ya alright?”

“I don’t know Daryl *gasp* it hurts”

“HERSHEL” he screamed out

“What happened?” He asked as he came running into the room

“I don’t know she just started hurting”

“Where does it hurt honey?” He asked kneeling infront of me

“The baby, somethings wrong, Daryl this wasn’t suppose to happen, we aren’t suppose to be here like this” I screamed as panic set it further

“What were you talking about?” He asked Daryl

“Some of her memories, told her about our old life and……and we can’t go back”

“She’s just overwhelmed and it’s affecting the baby, listen honey you have to calm down you know this man right here would never let anything happen to you, no matter what’s happening in this world you’re safe” he stated directing me through breathing

“Feelin better?” Daryl asked rubbing my back

“This is a lot and I don’t even know what normal is suppose to be really, I only have a few memories, is there anything I can do to bring them all back”

“I’m not a psychologist, just time, you have to take it easy for the baby”

“Thanks doc” I laid back in bed sighing as Daryl draped his arm over my belly bump

“Would askin more questions help ya?” I nodded my head turning to look at him, just looking in his eyes I felt at ease

“When we were younger were we crazy, did we do what teens do?”

“And what do teens do baby?”

“You know wild things, smoking, drinking, crazy sex”he laughed

“You? My lil princess didn’t do anything crazy, so innocent felt like I’d corrupt ya in some way, I do remember one night tho ya had yer first cigarette”

Sitting outside as the stars shone above and the warm summer wind blow through my hair, Daryl at my side as we sat in the field outside of town

Daryl lit up a cigarette as I watched the end glow in orange, I use to hate the smell but being around him so much I’ve associated the smell with him mixed with cologne and woods and now I crave it

“D?”

“Ya?” He asked as the smoke slipped through his lips

“Can I ummm….maybe try that?” I asked pointing to the cigarette

“Nah it’s bad fer ya, don’t wanna ruin them pretty lil lungs”

“Please just one drag, please pretty please”

He eyed me up for a moment before he sighed and handed it over, I took it between my fingers and placed in between my lips sucking it in, feeling the smoke envelope my lungs , slowly blowing it out

“Bet I didn’t look as hot as you smoking” I laughed as he took the cigarette back

“Looked pretty good ta me” he said as he took another drag but I straddle his legs breathing in the smoke he blew out

“Pretty bold tonight Angel” he blushed gripping my thighs

“I just want to be near you D”

“I love ya sunshine”

“I remember it a bit how handsome you were, but I do have to say I love the way you smell, the smoke it intoxicates me”

“Ya got more bold over the years, was fun seeing ya crack outta yer shell”

“No crazy sex?” He laughed again

“Nah we took things slow”

“Well what about now?” I asked flustered

“Ya certainly have your kinks, we’ve explored a few but yer always to shy ta tell me the others”

Kinks? Interesting

“So what are the things we’ve tried?”

“How bout we save that fer another time when I can show ya”

“Can’t wait”

Part.11

What’s everyone like to see in the story to come plz comment

Taglist: @pinchofthetwd @bigbaldheadname @strawberrykiwisdogog @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @l0kilaufeys0n7 @deansapplepie @tesfayera @daryldixmedown @secretsicanthideanymore @superbowlisgay @pollito-chicken @shadowrose13-blog1 @absssposts @writer-ann-artist @dgeckobones @twisteduniverse5 @heidiland05 @lettersfromyourlove @minnie-min @severelykinky @mordilwen-of-mirkwood

[heartmaddie]

charm | t.oikawa - 07 juna

by m454d1e involves past relationship trauma somewhaat

yn’s sitting at the oak table, feeding herself scoops of miscellaneous cereals as her roommates look over at her, various perplexed faces on each of them.

“so oikawa’s coming over?” kei looks over at osamu skeptically, “i mean i don’t mind but it’s just a bit of a drastic change in opinion.”

“i don’t think oikawa’s that bad, really.” keiji shrugs, “nice guy, a bit violent but i think it was an appropriate time”

“guys, he’s just gonna be over to work on the project, it’s not like we’re gonna actually have a meaningful conversation.” yn explains, leaning on the back of her chair. she lets out a deep sigh as she sips on some juice, “he’ll be over from 1:30 to the evening or something, you wont even see him.”

“yeah, it’s fine then. i’ll be at uni the whole time” kiyoko nods, “i’ll be in the textile studios from around 12-4 really, so i’ll be home for dinner.. is he going to have dinner with us?” she asks yn, who shrugs.

“dunno, he might.” 

“well i’ll be in the apartment all day, so if anything happens or if he does anything then just let me know, okay?” osamu looked sideways at yn, sighing softly.

“i think we’ll be okay.”

“dunno yn, just being careful is better.” keiji nods in response, looking over at kei.

“we’re adults, i’m sure that yn knows what she’s doing.”

“thank you kei” yn replies, sipping on some more juice, and that was their breakfast conversation over.

her lectures dragged on all day, the minutes passing by slower every second, every moment blurred into one until she’s sitting outside on one of the benches, eyes closed before she hears a familiar chirpy voice.

“ynn, are you ready to head off?” tooru asks, offering her a hand which she takes gratefully, letting him pull her right back to her feet.

“yeah, we can go now.”

they walk hand in hand, earning a couple weird glances from other students as they walked in silence. she looked exhausted, and tooru couldn’t help but worry, so he would tug her a little closer every now and then, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as she directed them towards her dorm. 

tooru was surprised, it was much tidier than the apartment he shared with his roommates, but then again, she lived with akaashi and kiyoko, who were pretty good when it came to organisation.

“these rooms are so much better than the sports dorms” tooru complains, slipping off his shoes and neatly leaving them next to yns.

“mm, yeah i guess. the rent here is more expensive than in the sports dorms, also aren’t you on a scholarship like tobio?” yn asked, looking up at him curiously.

“yeah, i’m on a half scholarship, so i still pay for my dorm fees.” oikawa sighs, walking with her throughout the apartment as he looks around in astonishment.

“do you want water or anything?” she asks, pouring a glass with some ice tossed inside and passing it towards him, receiving a small ‘thank you’ in return.

“who else are your roommates besides kiyoko and akaashi?” he asks curiously, bringing up the cool glass to his pink lips,

“uhm, osamu and kei”

“kei as in karasuno, kei tsukishima?”

“yeah” she nods in reply, 

“i don’t like him.” oikawa states firmly, causing her to chuckle.

“mm, i see that, i think that at face value he’s a bit awkward and arrogant, but he’s very caring once you get to know him” she nods, thinking about tsukishima. oikawa laughs as well, taking another sip,

“we should probably start our project, are we going to your room or something?” she nods and pulls him towards her bedroom. 

it’s neat, but obviously lived in. with a twin sized bed against the wall with white sheets somewhat done and a large desk with stacks of paper on the ends of it. he sits on the grey carpet, putting his messenger bag next to him and reaching for his laptop. tooru rests his back against the bedframe as he accesses the document, she sits next to him and does the same thing.

“so i did some of the work last week, and i think that we’ve mainly finished our research and can start drafting our abstract.” yn nods, picking at the skin at her cuticle, “have you chosen a question?” tooru nods and explains it to her, gently taking her hand in his. yn feels an unfamiliar warmth form in her stomach as she looks up at him, his sharp jaw as he reads off his document, and he doesn’t realise her gaze until he looks back at her.

“what? is there something on my face?” he asks, bringing his other palm to quickly wipe against his lower face, making her smile from his obliviousness.

“no, it’s nothing. but the question sounds good” she hums, leaning over his shoulder to tweak some parts.

a couple half hours later, yn’s sitting on her bed with tooru working on the ground still, stretching occasionally as he could feel it in his back now.

“if you’re uncomfortable you can come sit up here.” she hums mindlessly, so he finds himself climbing up next to her, sitting shoulder to shoulder as he continues to type away on his laptop. over the hour they find themselves shifting closer, to the point where their laptops are forgotten on the ground and tooru has his arm lazily draped across her waist as they lie close, but not enough.

“are you feeling better?” he asks her softly, using his other hand to gently card through her hair as she gazed up at the white ceiling.

“yeah, i guess so” she mumbles in response, turning to look up at him, a somewhat soft gaze in her eyes, causing tooru to smile down at her. “i don’t know tooru, you make me feel safe in a way” she explains, looking down at his fingers, “like, i can tell you things that i’d usually be a bit hesitant to tell my friends, or anything,”

 tooru hums in response, seemingly in deep thought.

“i’m happy that you trust me,” he strokes her jaw, looking into her eyes, “i really like you, yn” he murmurs so quietly, you’d have to be really listening to hear it.

it’s this strange, comforting feeling. yn wants nothing more but to bask in it, and let tooru into her life fully, but there’s something holding her back. that small, dwindling feeling which told her that it would end up the same. semi follows her everywhere, from the music she listens to, the the posters in her bedroom, to the way her friends would look at her, he’s always there. but this, being in tooru’s arms, that was her sanctuary, that was the only place that semi couldn’t reach, and she wanted to keep it that way. but tooru, ever observant, would pull it out of her eventually.

“you look like you’re thinking about something” he smiles, poking his finger against he cheek, “what’s on your mind?”

“mm, it’s stupid” she replies,

“don’t care, i’d wanna hear anything you have to say.” yn sighs gently, leaning against his chest a bit more.

“i’m just a bit scared, i guess.” she starts, “i like you too tooru, but it’s scary, letting myself be intimate again.” she admits, “i’m embarrassed.”

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed, yn.” he mumbles into her hair, “what you went through is really damaging and honestly, even wanting to try is courageous, in my opinion.” oikawa sighs, pulling her closer, “and anyways, i’d wait for you, a long time.”

she looks up at him, surprise and curiosity written all over her face.

“you’d take it slow with me?” she asks,

“yeah, i would” he replies quickly, “i’d take it as slow as you’d want.”

yn felt the walls that she’d spent years building slowly fall with every word he’d whisper lovingly to her. the warmth and comfort he provided, it was different, it came naturally to her like a second nature, yn would look up at him, analysing his words, and she didn’t want to, but she believed him, he drew her in. she didn’t think she’d fall victim to oikawa tooru’s charms, but here she was. wrapped up in his arms, soaking his affection as she laid still in his arms. she thinks that she’s never felt more complete than this.

prev | masterlist | next

please make sure to like , reblog or follow if you enjoyed!

౨ৎ long chapter i'm quite proud of this.

౨ৎ perhaps they confessed too quickly but realistically i don't care

౨ৎ i like this chapter

౨ৎ i also liked the iwaizumi drabble i posted i'm quite fond of it.

౨ৎ i need to expand my vocabulary and spelling ASAP

౨ৎ like it's sooo bad holy moly.

౨ৎ anyways hope u love and enjoy

౨ৎ also there will probably be no charm chapters from tuesday onwards kinda besides queued posts because erm i have an assignment i've had the past 6 weeks to do and i've only written my abtract fml.

౨ৎ realistically the schedule is sunday , tuesday , friday night. prolly not tho.

౨ৎ maybe i'll post a oneshot sometime between that but we'll see cos i'm super busy assessment wise..

taglist : @meosq , @jtaimeurmom , @strawbeariesei , @meeeepsworld if you'd like to join - don't be afraid to ask ! queued post

[lysergicdaydreamm]

The rant post 5 whole people asked me to make

I have recently gotten into I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison. Before I begin the rant let me get a few things out of the way:

I do not own the game. I never will own the game. I am about half way through watching a playthrough of people playing the game. I have read the short story twice now. I did not know that the short story existed until I was halfway through watching the game play through. I will not be finishing the play through.

Fantastic. Rant post starts now.

The IHNMAIMS game fucking sucks in comparison to the short story. Obviously this is not the worlds hottest take I made a poll a while back and like 60 something percent of the people that voted agree that the story is better than the game. In this post I want to break down why I personally think this. If you want to add your reasoning feel free to reblog but since I don’t want to argue with strangers on the internet I will not be arguing with you all.

1. The differences in characters.

In the game some of the characters are so drastically different in the worst ways possible. It is hard for me to genuinely resonate with Ted in the game (as I did watch his section of the game) meanwhile in the story I GENUINELY felt horrible for him. Benny is reduced to little more then ‘haha cannibalism’ and also just NOT bringing up that he was gay even though it is directly mentioned in the story. While I’m talking about Benny literally why was AM so goofy in that section of the game? Im not even gonna TALK about Nimdok because what the fuck happened there?Point is the characters were changed DRASTICALLY for the game.

2. THE STORY ITSELF IS SO DIFFERENT????

Genuinely a ihnmaims game where we actually follow the plot of the story would be so so cool. Playing from Ted’s pov would be incredibly interesting and the ending would be gut wrenching, but instead we got whatever the fuck this is?

3. The artstyle.

Maybe just a personal note for me tbh, I usually adore pixel art and such but the artstyle for the game is heinous. Which is a real crime in a point and click game where you have no choice but to look at it constantly.

That’s all I have for now I’m tired but I hate the game please if you want to get into ihnmaims PLEASE PLEASE read the short story or if you’re not fond of reading there’s like a comic dub up on YouTube that is basically the short story verbatim and it has a VERY nice artstyle

[emotelizardrambling]

Okay, so the idea was what if the BitterSweet Trio were friends as kids.

Because I have an all-consuming need to make things more complicated, my brain decided to come up with an entire alternate storyline to BitterSweet, where the roles are kind of reversed, and then build a childhood friends/rivals, to pining ot3, to lovers plotline...

This is the first part of it.

CW: mentioned domestic abuse, mentioned drastic personality change of romantic partner, mentioned (implied) mental illness requiring medication, cursing

Notes:

Background written up in a post here, but short version is:

SB was best friends with Seth and Frenemies with Alphonse when they were growing up.

SB was forced to leave without saying goodbye to Seth or Alphonse and remained separated from the two until sometime (less than a year) after Al's parents died, when they ran into Seth.

Shit with Derek didn't happen in this universe.

Seth and Al never worked for the gang in this universe and are still together after Al takes over the shop. (They still had some dealings with the gang and did meet Charlie through those.)

SB has an emotional support cat named Shade who is absolutely best boy and very smart.

While SB, Shade, and SB's partner are my brain children everyone else is from YuuriVoice's BitterSweet series. So all rights are his.

No beta we die like Derek did before he had a chance to fuck up the boys' lives in this universe.

End notes.

“Hello, this is the Corner Store.”

It's strange to hear a voice on the other end that sounds so much like Al's dad, but also clearly isn't. It sounds nothing like the boy they knew as a kid, but…

“Alphonse?” SB asked hesitantly, not certain they had even remembered the number correctly. 

“Speaking,” he responded, and SB was relieved for a moment, until he asked, “who ’s this?” 

“I…” SB suddenly realized they had no clue why they actually called the shop. What were they even hoping anyone could do for them? This whole mess had nothing to do with Al or Seth or anyone else, but at the same time SB couldn’t bring themself to just hang up. They searched for words, “I…. I’m sorry… I don’t,” SB was cut off by their own sob before they even realized they were crying. Shade rubbed against their foot trying to soothe his person. “I… he broke my phone… I … I don’t know any other numbers,” they tried to explain. 

“Okay, hey, it’s okay,” Alphonse spoke gently, “just take it slow, take a breath.” 

SB tried, but only managed a cough that made their cat urgently nudge their legs. 

“Slow breaths. In …. Hold…. Out… with me okay.”  Al talked them through enough breaths to ease their panic a little. They also crouched to pet Shade which helped.

“That’s it, can you tell me your name?” he asked more hesitantly this time. 

With their breath mostly back they couldn’t really control the torrent of words they let out. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I call you out of nowhere and I’m just crying like an idiot, standing in an old phone booth that smells like weed and piss, with my cat at… I don’t even know what time it is, and the only person I can even call is my childhood best friend’s boyfriend, ‘cause I never bothered to memorize anyone’s phone number and even if I did I…”

Alphonse cut them off. “Boo?” It had been years since they had been called that. You play the ghost dude a few times in Mario Kart… but they had to admit, right now, they welcomed the familiar nickname.

“I… yeah… it’s me. You can hang up if you want. I… fuck I don’t even know why I called to begin with. I mean even if Seth was there or something, what would either of you even do? I should have just waited till he calmed down, or, or left or something.” SB continued to ramble until Al cut in again. 

“Woah,  hey, Boo!” he called for their attention. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not gonna hang up on ya, just… what the hell is goin’ on? ‘Cause what I’m hearing is that you’re hiding out from somebody in a phone booth with your cat.” 

“I… well… kind of, yeah. I’m not really hiding, I just,” they attempted to clarify but trailed off knowing it would sound bad. “How did it get to be such a mess?” they ask themself. They were still processing the last half hour or so in their head. Their partner had been off for weeks, his brother was fairly sure he stopped taking his medication, and when SB tried to ask him about it he would just insist they drop it. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” 

“I… I went a few blocks and this is like one of those phone boxes with a door, I figured I could put shade down without worrying about him running away or something. I had some change in my pocket but I couldn’t remember any phone numbers…”

“I mean, before that. Why are you in a phone booth with your cat? Are you hurt? Is someone trying to hurt you?” 

They took a few more breaths, They didn’t want to explain it all to Al, Seth had talked about how much Al had grown up since they were kids, so they didn’t really think that he would be an asshole about it, but they knew if it had to do with them, Al would tell Seth. Seth who, ever since elementary school, looked out for them as if they were family, who may well assume the worst case scenario, considering his own experiences. “I’m not hurt… or, well, not really…” They absently rubbed their arm. My partner… he isn't like this. He stopped taking his meds, and then, tonight, he saw that I was texting Seth and somehow he thought that meant I was cheating on him, even though I told him about Seth before, and even that you two were together.” 

“Did he try to hurt you?” 

“He… I don’t think he meant to, but I’ve never seen them like that before. There was yelling, and he threw my phone down. Then he grabbed my arm and I panicked, Shade scratched his leg and, before he could do anything else, I grabbed Shade and locked myself in the bathroom. I… I don’t do well when I feel trapped though, so I climbed out of the window and made it a couple blocks before I even stopped to think… I don’t even know if he realizes I left.” 

“Fuck, okay, look I’ll… shit it’ll take me at least half an hour to get there.” 

“What? No you don’t have to do anything I just…” 

“Even if you hung up right now I’d be heading into the city to look for ya, you shouldn't have to be alone after something like that.” he must have sensed they were about to argue, so he added, “And let’s not even mention what Seth would do if I told him and didn’t already have a plan for getting you out of there safely. He'd probably rather go get you himself, but I can’t imagine that cat of yours would enjoy riding a motorcycle.” 

“Look I appreciate it, but it really isn’t that big of a deal.” 

“Well if it isn’t a big deal I’ll just drive over there and check on you. Or,” Al’s tone wavered a little, “I mean, if this is about me being… well… me, I can get Seth to…”

“No!” SB cut him off. “I mean, it isn’t that. I don’t mind you. I just…” 

“Great, is there anywhere nearby where you could hang out for half an hour? Somewhere that maybe doesn’t smell like piss and weed? A public place, a coffee shop, or restaurant?” 

“I… I doubt it, and even then I have Shade, and I don’t have his harness or carrier or anything.” 

“Right, okay, where are you? 

“I… I’m near the corner of 8th and Kennedy drive.” 

“Okay, listen, I got a… well, I know a guy. Pretty sure he still lives around there and he… he’s kinda a rat bastard to be honest, but he’s harmless and scared shitless of me n’ Seth. He owes us a few favors too so, if you’re okay with it, I could call him to meet up with you. I don’t like the idea of you sitting alone for so long, and I can ask him to find something to keep your cat from running off so you aren't stuck in a phone booth.” 

The last part was the most enticing. It really did smell and SB didn't do great with really strong smells. “Yeah, okay. I mean you really don’t….” 

“I want to help. Hell, even if I didn’t owe you for all the dumb-ass shit I did when we were in school, you’re Seth’s best friend, and I know you deserve a lot better than all this. Now I'm gonna call my guy and let Seth know what’s up. I’ll be there in a little over half an hour. If that ‘partner’ of yours shows up you call the fucking cops on his ass or something. You hear me?” 

“I… Yeah. Thank you, Alphonse.” 

“No problem Boo. I’ll see ya soon alright?” 

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” 

—

[kidstemplatte]

I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone.  i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint,  but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

[dinkbear]

my honest review/analysis kinda of the new camp camp special (MEGA SPOILERS!)

okay i’ll start this out by saying i really liked it! when i watched it at first, i wasn’t crazy about it, then i rewatched (almost) the entire series and it gave me a new perspective. i didn’t realize how much of the series i had forgotten about considering i haven’t watched it in 2+ years. so i got to see the characters develop all over again.

i thought the story was very much something kids would go through and i thought their reactions and behavior was very believable. but, throughout the entire thing, i felt like some of the dialogue was very forced and some of it kinda fan-servicey?? like the “somebody fucking has to” throwback felt forced to me, but that brings me to another point. i think the new voice actors are pretty good, max sounds practically the exactly the same (which is good because i thought his old voice was perfect for his character) but his new VA definitely needs to find his spunk, which is completely fair, i’m an actor i know how long it can take to completely get into character. but i think that made some of the dialogue from him feel forced. and not just him, some of the characters who’s VAs didn’t change still had some dialogue that felt forced. and i get why they did it but it was like a drastic change from regular goofy david in the first half to soft and sentimental david in the second where he had his serious, soft voice on the entire time. 

i really liked how they had the two stories/fakeout ending thing! the only thing is i wish we would’ve had more time to expand on max’s emotions to the camp closing. i really liked seeing his facial expressions and how he reverted back to his yelling and snapping because he was upset. granted i understand why they couldn’t- they only had 30 minutes not 1 hour+. but i did something i don’t normally do and i watched the credits and listened to the song at the end:

“I hope this letter finds you well. Thought this shit was over, but I didn’t hear no bell. Put my life in every sentence written like it’s jail. The summer’s done, but I got hella stories I could tell. The doctor telling me my flow is sick at every check-up. Rap is my profession cause I went viral on Meta. Whipped the GTR like I’m piloting a Mecca. They talk behind my back, but it’s okay I keep my head up. I don’t give it weight unless they tell it to my face. I’m flashy like I’m in the mob, but I don’t stay in place. I cannot be phased ‘Campe Diem’ everyday. The memories we making they stay with us to the grave. I’m just being honest, every moment has to cease. Oh, this opportunity, the money, rest in peace. I write all these songs because he believe in me, so when the Winter comes I’m gonna still release the heat. (Richie, I said a lot of goodbyes, I said a lot of ‘so longs’).” and then it cuts to someone turning on a lamp on their desk to reveal this

and then it fades out with nothing else

given the lyrics to the song and this ending bit, i don’t know who’s speaking or who’s desk we’re at- max’s or gwen’s. now for the song i think it could be both, i think it could be two different letters written to david- lines like “Put my life in every sentence written like it’s jail,” “Rap is my profession cause I went viral on Meta,” and “Oh, this opportunity, the money, rest in peace” screams that its gwen to me, but then there’s lines like “The summer’s done, but I got hella stories I could tell,” “They talk behind my back, but it’s okay I keep my head up. I don’t give it weight unless they tell it to my face,” “I’m flashy like I’m in the mob, but I don’t stay in place,” and “I write all these songs because he believe in me.” which lead me to believe it’s max speaking. (KEEP IN MIND I HAVE NEVER LISTENED TO THE CREDITS SONGS BEFORE SO FOR ALL I KNOW THEY COULD MEAN NOTHING) so, i think it’s david reading two letters, one from max and one from gwen. to me thats the most logical explanation. now for the desk, i think its max’s. its not david because the walls are blue while in the counselor’s cabin they’re wood. and, max is the one who took the picture. granted, maybe he gave the picture to gwen, but seeing as max wears a blue hoodie, that might be his favorite color so his walls are blue too. i think this is max reminiscing over camp. and i think that’s how the new season is gonna start, with max reminiscing at home.

honestly, i have no clue what the next season will be, this special was set up like it was a finale with all the kids going home. but im very excited! 

all in all, i really liked the special and i’m excited for new episodes in 2024! but the special didn’t have jasper in it so 0/10

[in-death-we-fall]

Slipknot

The Tightest Knots Never Fray

Metal Edge 48-11, March 2003

By Roger Lotring

(google drive link) Murderdolls interview here – Stone Sour interview here

“Someone has to bring down the whore, dude,” says Shawn Crahan, determinedly addressing the soulless gluttony that has devoured integrity from contemporary music. “I’ve been all over the place,” he admits, readily likening his foregone ranting as being “almost schizophrenic, man.” But for #6—the Clown percussionist of Slipknot—the corporate impurity that desecrates his sacred rock ‘n’ roll art form pits him as the proverbial David in the face of a Goliath. “People always say Clown’s a fuckin’ retard genius,” he exhilarates. “And I say, ‘You’re right.’ I’ve taken an oath, spilled a lot of blood, and I’m part of an organization that is going to do nothing but bring down the pig.”

The challenge of Disasterpieces is the first of the slings and arrows. A turbulently intense package, the very first Slipknot DVD is largely centered around a February 2002 live performance filmed at the London Arena. A fast-paced style of editing moves conjunctively with 5.1 surround sound to overwhelm both the aural and visual senses, making for an extreme Slipknot experience. An accompanying second disc features a video history of the band, including the banned clip for “Spit It Out,” plus a previously unreleased animated version of “Wait And Bleed.” Enhanced bonus material and an exclusive audio track—”Purity”—make this DVD the gauntlet of a challenge to sedentary bands reigning over hard rock popularity. “I’ve kind of made the DVD like, ‘Look, if you’re not this good, and you don’t know what the fuck’s going on, why don’t you quit and do us all a favor?’” Moreover, Disasterpieces is an architectural draft by which metal fans can judge what to expect from their music. Nothing less will suffice anymore in a landscape of media saturated mediocrity.

“It’s the cattle thing,” Clown defines, a cultural popularity branded by lethargy. “If you’re not at the back of the pack, something in life forced you to be at the front,” he says, intimating music fans as an order of natural selection. “There’s probably a chance for everyone, but it means we’re going to have to go, ‘Hey, you guys at the back of the pack, they’re going to eat you, do you understand?’” It’s what he calls an education. “That’s what Disasterpieces is,” he says by comparison, something by which metal fans can decipher the natural order of musical innovation.

Metal Edge sat down on a Saturday afternoon for an intense conversation with Clown about Disasterpieces, as well as his perspective on the Stone Sour and Murderdolls branches of the Slipknot family tree. “I used to talk about unity and pushing forward,” he concedes, noting that, “I think Slipknot did that to the point that we don’t need to anymore. Now, it’s obvious all of us are looking for our insides. We are trying to evolve Slipknot. All of us need to fuckin’ find some stuff for ourselves,” he explains, assuring diehard Slipknot fans that “they ain’t got nothing to worry about. Let the Maggots know it’s all coming for ‘em. We’re not getting older, we’re getting better.”

METAL EDGE: Is the Disasterpieces DVD meant as a means of focusing attention on Slipknot in the interim before a new album? SHAWN CRAHAN: Most people in the world have to realize that we, the band, have been doing this for seven years. We’ve been doing it professionally, nonstop, for four years. We just got to the point where we understand what home is. So, everybody’s kind of doing their own thing right now—which is totally cool with everybody in the band—because we need time. The third album is coming, right around the corner, and we know it’s going to be different. No one has to be worried about anything drastically changing, ‘cause we’re pretty focused on what we need to be. However, the third one, I think it’s gonna be a really crazy, weird, all-out war. Every member is gonna bring who he is to the table, with all the experience he’s downloaded for the last seven years. This DVD was never intended to let people know that we were alright or whatever. It’ll run its course for two or three months, and we’re starting to write the new album in January—not all of us, but people are gonna fall into place as need be. But, like I said, man, this new album’s gonna be completely insane, as far as I’m concerned.

ME: Would it be fair to say that this DVD almost closes a chapter of Slipknot? SC: I’ve been getting into a lot of trouble lately, because I’ve been telling people that it ends an era. And I don't care what anyone says about it, it ends an era. I’m not interested—the Clown is not interested—in using goats anymore. I’m not interested in half the shit that’s on our stage. Have I talked about this with everyone else? No. But I do a lot of that stuff, and I’m just not interested in the Iowa show no more. I mean, I’m done, I’m bored, and it’s over with. The DVD captured it as best as we could. There were over ten thousand people, over twenty-one cameras, and it was just pure mayhem. You got the most of the show that we could do, that we did for Iowa for over a year.

ME: But isn’t that the point? Why continue doing the Iowa show? It wasn’t meant to be forever, it was meant to be that album. SC: Right, I think people just think that we’re breaking up, or something stupid like that. But no, it’s absolutely the end of an era, get fucking used to it! People change. Fourteen-year-old fans that were there [when] we came out, they’re eighteen now. We’re changing, too, and if no one likes it, fuck off.

ME: You mentioned that this project consisted of a multiple camera shoot, comprising a double DVD. When the idea was first conceived, was it readily apparent that it was going to be so intensive? SC: I knew what was going to happen. I came up with the idea of so many cameras, and the reason was, before, we had only a couple that would film the band. I would just pretty much almost shoot myself, every time we got something in, ‘cause I was so disappointed. Great, you got footage of Sid jumping in the crowd, but what about Joey’s excellent footwork? Where’s all the angles? So, I knew we were going to have a monster. They were talking about one disc, but I knew it would be literally impossible. There’s over four thousand edits in the show itself, and that just takes a lot of information for a computer to recognize.

ME: But with a band like Slipknot, and what it does onstage, you almost have to do it the way Disasterpieces was done, because if you’re at the show, visually, there’s so much going on. SC: That’s how I edited the whole thing with Phil [Richardson]. We edited it like we were in the front row. The reason why I was so excited about being able to do this project was, just like you said, yes, it moves very fast. But how is it moving? Is it moving out-of-control, or is it literally going Clown… Chris… joey… Mick… Sid… Paul… Jim… Mick… Clown… Sid—Ya’ know what I mean? That’s what it’s doing. You’re literally getting to see the chaos as it’s being done. Yeah, it moves very quick, but so does Slipknot. [Laughing] This is for kids to identify with what the fuck exactly goes on at a Slipknot show—Who starts what, who’s playing where, and what they’re doing while they’re doing it. This is all about cues, and the only way to do it right is to do it quickly. Plus, I don’t make anything for the weak, dude. I am here to cleanse the weak away from the idea known as Slipknot. I only want people that understand, because after they take it all in, they’re teachers. And they’ll go out and start molding the future. I’ve kind of made this DVD like, ‘Look, if you’re not this good, why don’t you quit now and do us all a favor?’ That’s how angry I am at the music scene. I understand music has to move, but I’ve never felt so sorry for people listening to music right now, ‘cause it’s fucking crap! Nu Metal? Garbage! It’s garbage, dude! It is! If you know you’re a nu metal band, you’re fucking garbage, end of story. This DVD is about real music, real players—there’s not one musical overdub in the whole thing. What you hear is what happened that night. The only thing that was done, I believe, was in the beginning of “Purity,” because the pyro blew up a couple of the mics. I don’t know any bands that can go through an hour-and-a-half of intensive, dead-on musicianship as we do. I pride myself very, very much to be honored in a band in such good company, ‘cause we’re all incredible musicians, and we make it fly.

ME: So it’s fair to say that this DVD is a challenge to any other band out there right now? If you can’t live up to this… SC: …If you can’t live up to this, why are you even bullshitting? I’ve been on tour with bands that suck. And I’m looking at 'em like, ‘You got a record deal? You’re getting a chance to change the world? Who signed you, some fuckin’ dork? Some idiot over at some big company that knows the formula?’ Man, they’re all losers, dude. Record people get a formula of something that works—Just take Slipknot, for example. Look at all the little fashion statements that have been started, because a band like Slipknot works. Most of the idiots that sign bands because of us are people that said no to Slipknot. I could call four people out from every label. The industry’s a fuckin’ joke, dude! I’m in rock ‘n’ roll, and I’ve never been so embarrassed to be a part of something in my entire life. But it doesn’t matter, dude, ‘cause Slipknot’s there. That’s what we stand for, and that’s what we break down.

ME: Isn’t that a cue, then, with your band being a leader within the rock genre, to throw a monkey wrench into it and make a total left turn? SC: I think so. I never sit here and intend to break the rules. I go, ‘This is the band I’m in.’ The whole time I was editing the DVD, I said, ‘Oh my God, I’m in that band! Yeah, I’m getting to design this, and the whole idea of the DVD is mine, but holy fuck, that’s me in the band! I’m in this band!’

ME: It’s a little surreal, isn’t it? SC: Oh, it’s completely surreal, man! I am so honored to be in the company of eight dudes that fuckin’ throw down. We throw down, man, and I’m proud of it. And I’m not gonna sit back like other people in the band—Everybody would be humble. I don’t care anymore! If your band isn’t this good, then you suck! I’m tired of all the political bullshit, all the bands making fun of us, talking shit. Well, guess what? All your bands suck. None of you could do what we do. I’ve watched all of you, and it doesn’t happen. You come short.

ME: It’s like the early days of KISS, when they would be ridiculed, and then blow other bands off the stage. Nobody would be laughing afterward. SC: We’re actually now managed by KISS’ manager. And we’ve talked a couple stories, ‘cause I play music because of KISS. That was my introduction to music. In the early stages, no one knew what they looked like, and people used to flip out. And I was thinking, goddamn, that sounds a lot like Slipknot!

ME: Watching Disasterpieces, everybody’s faces have been carefully obscured to preserve that mystique. But is the marketing necessity of Murderdolls and Stone Sour detrimental to Slipknot? Joey, Corey and Jim have all been unmasked. SC: I don’t know how to answer that, man. I love Joey, Corey and Jim—As I love everybody in the band. However, things have changed now, and they’re the only ones that have to live with that. And they’re the ones that have to be responsible for that. It is what it is, man, but I don’t think it matters. Joey and Corey and Jim have found another extension of themselves, okay, and I want to clear it up. Corey is a genius. He writes all the time, all day long. I got notebooks that he’s just left laying around, full of conceptual pieces. Some belong to Slipknot, some belong to Corey Taylor. There’s things he won’t even bring to Slipknot, because it’s not the ‘Knot. And no one knows that better than Corey. Think about what he did, man. I mean, he takes the mask off—You know how hard that was? And he did it, and he’s succeeding. And I say, good for him, because that’s what Slipknot stands for. Recently, I said we’re the biggest punk band in the world. I didn’t mean like we’re a punk band, [but] I mean we live the punk feeling. We’re the biggest metal band in the world, and I got three dudes trouncing around the world without masks, succeeding, okay? That’s exactly what Slipknot is.

ME: Meaning that Slipknot is at the point where it can fly in the face of convention and do whatever it likes. SC: I think what we’ve always preached, if we’ve preached anything, is to thyself be true. Don’t ever judge me, just let me do my fucking thing. We’re Slipknot. We stand up and teach kids to stand up! Fight for who you are! Be who you are, don’t worry about it. And now, my own members are like, ‘I gotta do this.’ They go up against all odds and break down all the fuckin’ walls. And they look everybody in the face with their real face, after relying on rubber masks for fucking years? People need to shut up. Fucking ignorance, man! I don’t care what any of ‘em say, we do what we want.

ME: Isn’t that the fundamental basis of being in rock ‘n’ roll to begin with? SC: Yeah! You got Slipknot, now you got the Murderdolls, you got Stone Sour—I will bet my left testicle, there will be other things. Who knows? Every member of the band might have its own entity, and then get together as Slipknot. Oh, some might suck, some might be good. But the point is, what do you do with your life? Most people that have an opinion, aren’t you just cattle being programmed with the imprint? I’m ready for this whole thing to change, man. I’m ready for the pictures in your magazine to change color; I’m ready for people to start talking about things they want, instead of their editors. I’m ready for bands to start telling the truth and lift the veil of rock ‘n’ roll, instead of all this bullshit.

ME: Have you listened to either the Stone Sour or Murderdolls albums yet? SC: Oh, yeah. I listened to the Murderdolls by myself—Joey gave me the copy. When we’re on the road, we’re both very, very busy, and we don’t have a lot of Shawn and Joe time. But Corey, when we were in Europe last time, we both happened to be up very early in the morning, and we were on a long drive. I got to listen to the whole Stone Sour album with Corey. Sitting there with the creator of it, somehow I understood all of it and knew where he was going. I even told him what his next single after “Bother” would be.

ME: Their exploration of musical direction will be invigorating when working on a new Slipknot album. That’s going to be the most positive effect on what the band comes up with, creatively. SC: Yeah. I would have used to have told you that I’d have my people take your head off with that explanation, but I agree with you now. I mean, dude, we’ve been going for four fucking years. Only now can I say thank you to the rest of the guys for allowing ourselves to be home and figure it out. And let me tell you, the three years before being signed—Pure hell. You want to see the evolvement of Slipknot? It took fuckin’ years. I used to wear a Barney outfit. One weekend, I’d be Barney, the next, I’d be a priest. Mick would be Little Bo Peep—Look at Mick, almost seven foot tall, in a Little Bo Peep outfit, slamming with a bonnet on.

ME: But that makes sense, because it wouldn’t have worked if it was something formulated. SC: No! I’ll be honest, man, I hurt some feelings when those guys did that. I hurt some serious feelings. I think people are still angry at me, ya’ know? And that’s cool. I don’t give a fuck. So what? [Laughing] But I take the responsibility of Slipknot hardcore, man. We gave these kids with nothing, something. They were the ones that were so far gone, they were like, I’m outta here, I’m gonna kill myself. Boom—Slipknot comes alone. I’ve had kids wear Slipknot shirts—you know how they are when they wear Slipknot shirts—it’s like a fucking army. They’ll wash it every day, to wear it every day. It lets other kids now (sic) what kind of kid they are. It’s a mentality. That kid is basically telling us where he’s at, by wearing that statement. That’s why I get so nuts, [and] why people are mad at me. Slipknot’s come to a point where—we know we’re a band, dude—but we’ve become icons of responsibility in the world we live in. I try to live my words, man. I try to be really, really responsible.

[prismuffin]

Heyo it’s me I’m back lol. I hope you’ve had a good day/night and if you haven’t I hope it gets better soon! Can I request a domestic one shot of Scott Lang and his boyfriend (Male! Reader) going grocery shopping together, it’s simple Ik but I thought it’d be really sweet and I need me some comfort lol.

If you don’t want to take it that’s fine too and thank you for the miles one shot I loved it!

A/n: Hunter ofc you can get a Scott lang x Male!reader oneshot I have no problem writing them at all 🫶 I hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it's a little bit short I wanted to write more but todays not going too great-

Out of Milk

Scott Lang x Male!Reader

( Summary: Scott noticed he's run out of milk but it's nothing that a simple grocery trip can't fix! )

Warning?: Light swearing and Puns? Is that a warning?? Honestly just domestic fluff

!-!more under the cut!-!

“Huh, we’re out of milk.” You heard Scott say as he closed the fridge. He had his lips pursed as he turned to you, who sat at the small kitchen table eating a PopTart. He sadly looked down at his bowl of dry cereal, “guess I’ll eat something else..”

Placing the bowl the counter, he started looking through the cabinets. “Wh- hey, where’s the PopTarts?” “Oh this was the last one.” His eyes snapped to you as you took your last bite of the last PopTart and he groaned. “Well, what am I supposed to eat?” You shrugged “That dry cereal?” You tried not to laugh at his pouty face but it was near impossible with the way he was looking at you. “I’m not eating it dry.” “Then get some milk.” “We don’t have any milk!” “Hun, I meant at the store, let’s go to the store and get some milk- and other things.” You stood and went to his side, wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing your face closer to his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there really isn’t much of anything left in this kitchen.” He looked to the side and hummed, “I guess it had been a minute since I’ve gone shopping for the house." You hummed along with him and he sighed. "..I'll get my keys."

-

"Scott, remember we need to get real food too." You told him, looking down at your arm where your basket lays and seeing nothing but snacks. "I know that," he scoffed playfully and directed his attention back to the snacks. "I'm just grabbing stuff for Cassie." That was a half lie and you both know it. You let out a nose laugh and you shook your head as he added a bag of Goldfish to the growing basket of snacks. "That's the last one for now I swear." You audibly laughed at that one which made him let out a laugh as well. "For now?" he chuckles and goes to your side that's not carrying the basket and grabs your hand. "Yeah, for now." His smile was as big as ever as he watched you come down from your laughter. Making you laugh or smile just fills his chest with pride and he adores it.

"What are you staring at?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as he stared directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. "You, cutie." he bumped his hip against yours and you rolled your eyes at him, though by the smile on your face it was clear you weren't annoyed in the slightest bit. "You're so cheesy Scott." He raised your intertwined hands to his lips and gave yours a kiss. "I dis-a-brie." You threw your head back and groaned as he laughed and swung your hands drastically with a large smile on his face. "Was that a fucking cheese pun?" "ha, maybe." "ughhhh you gouda brie kidding me!" Scott gasped and abruptly stopped walking. Turning to you, his shock face soon turned mischievous. "Do you realize you've just started a war?" You smirked "A cheese pun war?" Scott nodded and you sighed. "I'm gonna re-grate this, aren't I?" "Ohoho, that was gouda." "All this cheese talk has made me realize we should probably actually get some shredded cheese." Scott nodded and so the two of you progressed into the dairy aisle together.

You grabbed a shredded cheddar mix and added it to your basket. "You think we should get yogurt?" You asked but didn't get a response. "Scott?" You turned and saw Scott staring at you with a small smile on his face. He always seemed to admire you when you weren't looking. It was something you queued in on before the two of you even started dating. "You're staring again Scotty." His eyes flicked to yours and he smirked, "I can't help it, you just look so gouda today." You stared at him for a second before shaking your head. "Are gouda puns the only cheese references you can make?" You narrowed your eyes at him, "Oh you feta believe I have many more cheese puns." "Yeah? Well I'm getting feta up with these puns." "Alright alright, because I love you, I'll stop." You sighed, "thank you." "But just in queso you didn't know-" "I'm leaving." "Hey, wait up!"

EXTRA:

You sighed as you finished unpacking your last bag of groceries. Placing the cheese in a drawer in the fridge. You were gonna close the door but something caught your eye, well more like a lack of something. You shuffled the old and new products around in your fridge before looking back towards the table where Scott was collecting the empty bags into a bigger bag. "Uhh, Scott.." Upon hearing his name his head shot up, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to speak. "You're not gonna believe this but.." You closed the fridge and leaned against it with a nervous smile on your face. He shook his head quickly and stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides. "What?"

"...We're out of milk."

----!----

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!!

My requests are OPEN so feel free to request anything! Just make sure you check out my Request Info!

Masterlist

[luckycheesefoodie321]

UNFILTERED REACTIONS TO PJO SHOW EPISODE 5 (AKA THE PERCABETH EPISODE): yes, spoilers. No, coherence.

PERCY JACKSON WANTED TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY

THE HECKIN FATES

PERCABETH HUGGGG

NOT CAR. THATS ARES THE BIGGEST PUNK IN EXISTENCE.

HAHAHAHAHA

Annabeth: *~*

Percy: don’t be awkward. We can hug. I’m your friend.

Annabeth: I saw the Fates snip your life thread dumbass

Grover your polite ass bean

Gabe you ABSOLUTE ASS

Ares actor is a fun time.

Grover… endearing himself to Ares??

THRILL RIDE OF LOVE HAHAHHA

AB: I’m gonna be weird

PJ: me too

The early Percabeth is Percabeth-ing

WHAT IS LOVE?!?!?

Seaweed Brain is coming. I know it. I can sense it. Deep in my bones.

Ohhhh noooo let’s not sit in the chair.

“I hate my own kids” damn aight sure

Ares is giving grouchy jock brother

“People see what they wanna see and don’t like what doesn’t fit into their preconceived notions” who you talking to, huh, Ares???

Groverrrrrr what’s your angle hereeee

I WAS WRONG ON ALL ACCOUNTS WE HAVE A SEAWEED BRAIN DROP SHE SAID THE THING SHE SAID IT

“This is not the Arch, Seaweed Brain” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NOT HIM GIVING RIPTIDE FOR REAL AND STILL MAKING THE SACRIFICE PLAY

That speech. The desperation in their eyes and voices. Jfc if this isn’t Percabeth then idk what could be.

“Can you promise me something?”

“I won’t leave the Underworld without your mom”

“Thank you. I was gonna say, after the quest was done, you could swing back here and try to get me out of this thing?”

“You think you had to ask?”

“Just making sure”

LITERALLY WHAT IS THIS ALL THESE SOFT GAZES HOLY SHIT

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m-“ JUST KILL ME DEAD WHY DONT YOU

AND ANNABETH IMMEDIATELY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BREAK IT

TIMOTHY ODMUNSSEN

HEPHAESTUS

WELL. That whole scene went drastically different from the books but you know what. Imma say it. That was a SOLID change. Hephaestus our clunky crafty man. You’re gonna bring us Leo some day.

Percy has fully convinced Annabeth that the gods suck and should do better.

Percy “fucking fight me” Jackson squaring up against the God of War. Don’t we love itttt. Also you miss the monologue of Ares’s aura naturally encouraging aggressive emotions so this was a good way to show it bc Percy gets real bold in challenging a god in this moment but also he’s always been the type.

Making Ares extra obnoxious helps too

Grover my love, I love you. You lil detective bean!!

[sanddusted-wisteria]

A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 10: Borborygmi

prev | next | index

Also on AO3

------------

The builder was admiring the rings and pasty colors of Saturn through the telescope, when all of a sudden, a strange gurgling noise came from their right, where Qi was standing. They looked up at him. “Was that you?”

Qi put a hand on his stomach. “It was. I haven’t had anything to eat yet tonight.”

The builder shot upright with widened eyes. “Huh? Well, what the hell are you doing here? It’s almost midnight! Go eat something!”

Qi shrugged. “I was planning on having my dinner after you left. Don’t worry, I’m not starving myself.”

“Uh…okay? Why not have it earlier, though?”

“I was busy with a diagram for Mi-an earlier. It took longer than I expected, and soon enough, you arrived at the usual time. Only then did I realize that I hadn’t paused for dinner, but I wasn’t about to break our routine without notifying you first.”

The builder brought a hand to their head. “Ah come on, Qi. We’ve both broken the routine before. You don’t need my permission to not show up if you’ve got more important things to do.”

“Is this not important? I can maintain my bodily functions at the pace of my own choosing, but this social engagement is for a specific timeframe. Naturally, the more restricted event takes priority.”

The builder felt like their eyes were about to pop out of their head. “Ju-just bring your food up here then! Do whatever, just eat!”

Qi’s brow raised. “Oh! Of course! Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” He turned on his heel and jogged down the steps. The builder could have looked back up at the sky then, but they continued to stare at the landing where Qi was just standing, tapping their foot nervously. They knew Qi. There was always a non-zero chance of him getting distracted by the work he inevitably put aside and completely forgetting about everything else.

Thankfully, he was soon back, blowing on a hot bowl of porridge. He walked back over to his place next to the builder, looking out at the sky as he took small sips. The builder still couldn’t bring themselves to look back up, staring at Qi with a vaguely puzzled look. Feeling their eyes on him, Qi glanced over at them. “Something the matter?”

“…You allergic to anything?”

Qi frowned. “Er…no. Why?”

The builder only nodded absentmindedly, and took a hold of the telescope again. Qi regarded them with confusion for a moment, but eventually turned back to the stars, seeing that there would be no answer from them. There was only silence on the rooftop for the rest of the night.

------------

A week later, Qi was seated on the roof as usual, waiting for the builder. They were about 20 minutes late compared to their average arrival time. Not quite as drastic as that one week during the water tower crisis, but still unusual. Was something else holding them up?

His nose suddenly picked up the scent of something warm and savory. Like freshly cooked rice and rich stock. That couldn’t have been coming from the saloon, could it? No, impossible. The research center was never downwind of it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar-sounding set of footsteps on the stairs. Up came the builder, carrying two plates in their hands. They gave him a slight smile in greeting as they made their way over to him, careful not to spill what they were holding.

“Here you go.” They handed him one of the plates. It looked to be some sort of beef stew, neatly spread next to a fluffy bed of rice. The same aroma he picked up on earlier completely enveloped him. It was heavenly, almost hypnotizing. “You looked like you were gonna skip dinner again when I saw you earlier today, so I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

The only response from Qi was the growling of his stomach. The builder chuckled. “Looks like I was right!” A fork suddenly appeared in front of him, which he mindlessly took and started to eat. “I don’t exactly know what you like, so hopefully this’ll do.”

Thick, flavorful gravy, hearty potatoes…

“Tell me if you want anything in particular. I can bring it some other time.”

Tender beef, soft carrots…

“Pretty good, huh? I’ve been tweaking the recipe for a bit now. Think I’ve finally got the gravy down right.”

The builder kept filling the void in conversation, lightly talking about their day as they tucked into their own plate, not minding the silence from Qi. It was only after every last grain of rice was cleaned off his plate that Qi remembered that they were there. Seeing his empty plate, the builder grinned. “I take it you like it?”

“Oh. Yes. It was…good. Um. Thank you,” he said dumbly. They laughed, taking the dirty dishes out of his hands. “You made this yourself?”

“That’s what I said, right?”

“Oh. You…didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I wanted to.” A strange, serene smile crossed the builder’s face. Qi felt a small warmth grow from somewhere inside his body. From the hot stew, he figured.

“I see,” was all he could think of saying. “The quality of your cooking is…proficient. I’d even argue that it rivals that of the saloon’s.”

They looked away, a hand hiding their bashful expression. “Aw, don’t do Owen dirty like that. Or are you saying my cooking’s as bad as Grace’s?”

“Er–! No, no, nothing of the sort,” he blurted, shaking his head vigorously. “…Though, i-if we were to average the quality of the saloon’s food between the two chefs—”

His rambling was cut off by a laugh from the builder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

“Oh,” he said for what felt like the millionth time. His mind was still a bit out-of-sorts, and the builder’s jesting wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“Well, if you like my food that much, I can bring more some other time. Anything you want? Oh, and anything you don’t want? That’s probably more important.”

“I’m not exactly keen on fish, but anything else should be fine.” With fishermen for parents, Qi had already eaten more fish in the first 2 decades of his life than any sane person should eat in their entire lifetime.

“No fish. Gotcha,” they hummed. “Heh. Maybe I can guess when you’re gonna skip dinner again.”

Qi raised an eyebrow. “How’d you manage to figure it out this time?”

The builder only shrugged. “Just a hunch.”

“...A hunch,” he echoed with a squint.

“Yeah, a hunch,” they said in a light, playful lilt. “Intuition. Gut feel. Uneducated guess. ESP. Whatever you wanna call it.”

Qi wasn’t sure how to respond to that aside from a funny look.

The builder simply let out an amused snort and stood up. “Well, hate to cut it short, but I gotta head back. Need to wash these–” They nodded at the dirty dishes in their hands. “–and I gotta sleep. Need the whole day for mining tomorrow.”

“Alright. Good night, then.” He waved absentmindedly as they disappeared back down the stairs.

It was only after a solid minute of staring at the empty landing that he realized that he had nothing more to do up here. He got up and walked down.

What a bizarre night.

------------

Qi’s mind kept humming as he got ready for bed. Even as he put his books away, it buzzed. Even as he brushed his teeth, it stirred. Even as he changed, it whirred.

He turned off the lights and got under the covers, staring up at the darkened ceiling.

His thoughts drifted to what had happened just above it only a few minutes ago. How had the builder known that he would miss dinner? Not even he anticipated it. Nothing he did or said during their morning visit seemed to telegraph that either, did it? And then they took the time out of their own workday to make him something themself… All because…

“I wanted to,” echoed the builder’s voice in his mind.

That odd warmth in his stomach returned, warmer than the blankets around him. It was almost like a response to his insistent thoughts. He gave up trying to find a suitable answer to his nagging questions, and let it drag him into a peaceful slumber, filled with dreams of moonlight and fresh rice.

And this time, he couldn’t blame it on the stew.

------------

prev | next | index

[justifiedmeans]

Patreon Story: Liara and JM!Shepard discuss plans over a BJ

“So?” Liara asked, fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. “What’s your next move?” “I’m not totally sure.” I admitted, settling back into her desk chair. She’d already been on Illium when I got back from the Reaper, an invitation for me to join her in her office waiting in my message queue. “Miranda is overseeing the installation of the IFF, and the Normandy is just about ready for a shakedown to ensure the repairs all hold.” I shrugged. “Next step isn’t planned yet.” “Then I think I’ve got something you’ll like.” Still holding my dick with one hand, she reached up to press a key on her terminal, The screen flickered to life, information scrolling across it. I leaned forward. Liara kissed my head and started to stroke as I reviewed the information. It looked like news reports from Asari planets, something about mysterious deaths. “What’s an Ardat-Yakshi?” I asked.

Liara shivered for a moment, stopping her efforts on my dick. “Asari who… It's a genetic condition that perverts… Actually, ask Samara. She knows more than I do, and if I go into it, I’m not gonna wanna finish…” she wiggled my dick back and forth, “this.”

That piqued my curiosity. There were very few things that could stop Liara once she had my dick in her sighs. I made a note to ask Samara. “Why show me then? What is it?” “It’s your in with Samara.” Pulling my dick back to her mouth, Liara started to lick the head and shaft between words. “That’s everything I could find both on her personally, and on the target she’s been hunting. Including,” she paused with my dick resting on her face, covering one eye in a lewd parody of a wink, “where she is right now.”

“I see.” I smiled down at her. “This will be very helpful, thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Liara ran her tongue up from the base to the tip a few times. “What do you think your chances are?” “Of recruiting her to the team?” I smirked “Or of getting her in bed?”

“Both?” My dick thoroughly warmed up, she started to suck in earnest. “I’m not sure.” I said honestly, settling into the familiar warmth of Liara’s mouth. It did more to help me clear my mind than almost anything else. For now anyway. “I’ve gone a little digging into the Justicar’s code. It seems pretty ironclad.” “Mhmm.” Liara agreed, mouth full and head bobbing.

“On the other hand,” I continued, placing a hand lightly on her head and letting it travel with her, “the code seems to prioritize results over methods. I understand that. I think I just need to find the right way to approach her with the invitation to stay once the Collectors have been dealt with.”

“And the other invitation?” She’d pulled off me, lips flushed a deeper blue and just starting to glisten.

“That one I’m even less sure of. Nothing I’ve read explicitly forbids her from new relationships. Only the ones she had before she swore her oath. At the same time, she’s kept herself pretty well apart from - fuck! That feels good.” Almost all the way down my shaft, Liara winked and continued to do whatever it was she’d just done, and I had to fight to reclaim my train of thought. “Short version is I don’t have an approach plan yet.” “But you intend to try.” It wasn’t a question. “I do.” I agreed. How could I not? Samara was an asset I couldn’t afford to let go without at least attempting to bring fully onto my side. And as for getting her into my bed. “Exposure.” Liara said, switching from sucking to licking my base and balls. “I’m sorry, what?” “Exposure.” Her fingers worked my shaft, her spit catching the office lights. “Asari pick up on the emotional energy of the people around them. Not enough to read a person in real time, but enough to read the emotional ambiance of our surroundings after a while. Just keep being you, keep putting your energy out there, and it’ll start to affect her. It won’t be drastic. She won’t kick down your door one day to jump on this bad boy,” she wiggled my dick again, “but it’ll be in the back of her mind. Maybe it’ll make the difference.” “So you’re saying,” I pressed, amusement turning up the corners of my mouth, “I should just keep…” “You should keep fucking Jack and Miranda aboard the Normandy.” Liara grinned at me past my dick. “Yes. And maybe that cute yeoman of yours. Though, I haven’t been able to dig up a lot on her. So maybe not. I’ve included everything I could dig up on the whole team actually. It's on the data card too.”

I ran my hand over her cheek. “You’re something else. You know that right?”

She beamed and kissed my dick again. “I do.” She stood up, one hand staying on my dick while she climbed into my lap. “But now it’s time to pay the broker, Commander Shepard.” 

“I think I have what you want.” I placed a kiss between her breasts. “I hope so.” She guided me inside her. “Because I expect to be well paid.”

Okay, that’s that!

If you enjoyed the story and would like to support me and my writing, consider becoming a Patron yourself: https://www.patreon.com/Spectre058

[radioromantic-moved]

i'll take care of you (it's rotten work) (yeah it sure fucking is)

this is so unbearably sweet by my usual standards for this ship...but also i'm kind of proud of it i'm afraid. if you'd rather read on google docs here is a link :) otherwise cytrex fluff (or what passes for fluff when it's them) under the cut

"Cyril, I am dying.”

“You’re not dying,” Cyril says patiently. “You just have a cold, and your immune system is still getting used to being off the station for the first time so it feels worse than it is. You’re going to be perfectly fine in four days or so.”

“If it’s not that bad, why are you sitting on the corner of the bed wearing a mask?”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎asks, in a checkmate sort of tone. 

Cyril clears their throat self consciously. “I mean, just because it’s not that bad doesn’t mean I want to catch it.”

“Quisling,” mutters‏‏‎ ‎Trexel, before launching into a series of raspy coughs. “I’m writing you out of my will,” he wheezes.

“I was in your will?” asks Cyril, who is, embarrassingly, a little charmed by this.

“Maybe. Whatever.” He rolls over and smushes his face into his pillow. “It just figures that everyone is too preoccupied to say their final goodbyes,” he bemoans, muffled. “Sure, David, your first friend in your entire slimy little clone life is lying here on his deathbed but you’d rather suck face with your idiot grand duke than offer even a smidge of solidarity to me in this--this--ha-chmph!”

“Don’t sneeze into your pillow, you’ll get snot on it,” Cyril scolds him. “Look, you know I’m not Bathin’s biggest fan either, but David clearly adores him and the feeling is mutual as far as I can tell, so just let them have this. Also, we are living on his planet, so try to play nice.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎rolls over blearily. “Say something mean about Bathin,” he urges. “I miss when you would do that. It’s my dying wish, Cyril.”

Cyril sighs deeply. “Trexel,‏‏‎ ‎if you somehow take a drastic turn for the worse before the end of today, I will make up a new insult to call Bathin and get it put on your tombstone.”

“Promise?” he asks with shining eyes and a little congested snuffle for extra effect.

“Cross my heart.”

“Thank you, Cyril,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says sweetly. “I lo--um, I l-like you. Very much.”

“I like you very much too, Trex,” Cyril says, and stars and planets they do in fact actually mean it. “I’m gonna make you some soup.”

“You can’t cook,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says suspiciously.

“First of all, rude, and second of all soup is barely cooking, it’s just throwing a bunch of things in a big pot. I can put things in a big pot!”

“I do like a big pot,” he ponders aloud. “Don’t burn anything down.”

Cyril giggles, which turns into a laugh bordering on the hysterical. “You’re one to talk, buddy. Also, so much of this place is water I don’t think I could burn anything down if I tried. But I will be careful. Get some sleep.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎nestles under the blankets, looking rather peaceful, especially for him. Cyril’s heart does a thing that might at one time have been cause for panic, but has now become rather routine. 

And as just about anyone could tell you, Cyril Andromedus is a sucker for a routine.

--

The soup is salt, noodles, carrots, seaweed and meat. The seaweed is perhaps an unconventional addition, but‏‏‎ ‎Galactonium‏‏‎ ‎has bred this stuff for flavor, and there are over 50 unique‏‏‎ ‎Galactonian‏‏‎ ‎strains of edible seaweed (and just as many strains of…another kind). Even Cyril hasn’t memorized all of their names yet. Maybe next time they have a free day.

They bring the soup back into the bedroom and set it on‏‏‎ ‎Trexel’s nightstand. Their patient is still asleep. They go to wake him, but hesitate for a minute. Unconsciousness is perhaps the only state in which‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎Geistman‏‏‎ ‎could be described as being calm, and it’s a pleasant novelty.

“A surprise party for me?” he murmurs. “Y’shouldn’t have. Eat the whole cake myself, don’t mind if I do…”

Upon seeing him beginning to drool on the pillow, Cyril snaps themself out of it and gently shakes him awake. “Soup delivery,” they announce.

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎emits an incomprehensible noise and slowly sits up.

“No cake?”  

“Even you would not want to eat a cake I baked.”

“You underestimate the amount of things I’ll eat,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎counters. 

They hand him the bowl of soup, a spoon, and a tray (because they really do not want to wash these sheets until they absolutely have to). Trexel‏‏‎ ‎takes a small sip. “Hm. That’s…you know what, that’s okay,” he declares after a minute of deliberation. “Sorry for underestimating you.”

“Trexel‏‏‎ ‎Geistman‏‏‎ ‎apologizing for something?” Cyril gasps. “Never thought I’d see the day!”

“Shut up, I apologize all the time!” he protests. “Just only when I’m wrong, and that doesn’t happen very often, so there.” He coughs.

“I’m honored to have witnessed it.”

“You should be.” He slurps his soup aggressively.

Cyril leaves while he’s preoccupied to read for a while. They have about ten minutes before they hear a plaintive “Cyril…” coming from the bedroom.

Cyril closes the book and goes to check on‏‏‎ ‎Trexel. The soup bowl is discarded, empty, on his nightstand.��

“Do you need more soup?” they ask. “I didn’t make a lot of it, it was kind of a small pot, but if you want I guess I can--”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupts them. “I’m full on soup for now. I just. Um.”

He avoids eye contact with them, sneezes and swipes at his nose.

“Trex, what is it? Are you actually dying?”

He mumbles something under his breath, too quiet for them to hear.

“C’mon,‏‏‎ ‎Trexel, I’ve heard worse from you on a regular basis, I’m sure of it.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎looks hesitant, sneezes again, then forces out, “I would just. Like it. If you stayed here for a little while. And kept me company or something.”

Cyril blinks, caught off guard, then smiles softly. “Okay. I can do that.”

They sit on the bed, still near the edge, but risk scooting in a little closer to where‏‏‎ ‎Trexel is bundled under the covers. “Do you just want me to sit here?”

“You can talk if you want,” he says. “I can’t contribute much. My throat hurts. I don’t like it. I’m used to talking much more than this. S’difficult.”

“I can imagine. Oh my goodness, if you want me to talk, let me tell you about the‏‏‎ ‎Galactonium‏‏‎ ‎library! There are these jade designs on the walls and a fountain and more real paper books than I’ve ever seen in my life, and books written on all sorts of things OTHER than paper, I didn’t even know you could DO that, and Bathin told me I could volunteer there! And at the museums, too, if I wanted, and--”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎makes a growly noise.

“--and, you know, that’s fine or whatever but I would have found a way to volunteer there even if he didn’t give me permission. He doesn’t control me or anything. Anyway, there were even books in other languages, and oh my VOIDS there’s even an OLD EARTH ARCHIVE like, IN THE LIBRARY, not off in some corner or anything, there’s real actual books and letters and magazines from Earth! I checked out so much stuff and I can’t wait to learn about the cultural context of all of it. When you’re feeling better, we can go together.”

“That sounds awful,” mumbles‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎sleepily. “But I’ll do it for you.”

They rub the back of his head. “How selfless of you. You’ve come a long way.”

“I guess I have,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says softly, in a voice that sounds like maybe he’s realizing it for the first time. “I guess I have.”

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : “ Ah, Dazai-san. I’m so glad you decided to call. ” A polite, unfamiliar voice answered Chuuya’s cell phone. “ Though I’m rather perplexed as to why your contact is ‘Mackerel Bastard’. Anyways, we seem to be having a conundrum. You see, when my informant told me the Port Mafia would be conducting a raid on my weapon’s cache this evening, I was expecting you. Having your Boss’ right-hand man as leverage would have been a far more desirable outcome than your partner here. Instead, your partner came alone. ” A sigh that sounded almost out out left the man on the other end of the call. “ But we’re trying to make the best of a bad situation, I don’t know if you can hear— ”

Static crackling could be heard, followed by the loud rattling of chains. “ Don’t fucking touch me, you damn creep! I’ll fucking ki—AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! ” the slew of curse-laden threats was cut off by the zap of electricity, & agonized shrieking from the sixteen year old. Then gasping wheezes through pained inhales of air. “ …y-you… son of a bitch…I… I’m gonna fucking crush you. ”

“ He’s surprisingly resilient for such a scrawny thing! Looks like the cattle prod hasn’t had much success so far. We’ll have try the water instead. ”

“ Ow! Let me go asshole! Wait, what… stop it, don’t— ” Splash! There was a thrashing noise on the other end of the call, sounds of a struggle. Then, gasping, heaving breaths. “ Go f-fuck yourselves! ” he hissed venomously, a hint of a tremor in his voice, then his head was unceremoniously shoved back under the water. This time when they let him up, he just wheezed & coughed, struggling to catch his breath. “ No, don’t— ”

More splashing. “ As you can hear he’s quite the little spitfire, so we have our hands full at the moment. But if you wanted to offer a trade I would be open to any generous suggestions you might offer… if you’re interested. Have anything to say to your partner, Nakahara-san? ”

There was a groan of pain, & more crackling. “ D’z…ai…? ” Chuuya croaked out, his voice hoarse from screaming & slightly dazed. “ I …I can take it. You should… take a walk & get some air, there’s moonlight on the water... ” he managed, desperately hoping he was remembering the stupid coded language right.

Moonlight on the water… it’s a trap. Take a walk… waiting for your signal. Get some air meant, I can’t get out & I need immediate backup.

The man chuckled & took the phone back, “ Well? ”

the executive knew there was something amiss when chuuya didn't return fifteen minutes passed the allotted time. there was always the possibility of a trap but dazai had concluded that the weapons cache was far too valuable not to take the bait. who to send in had been a different matter. if it was a trap, not just anyone could take whatever this smaller organization had in store. it fell to chuuya, in the end, because he was their best bet of getting out on his own. and if not that, then in taking any sort of torture they might inflict.

he knew chuuya wouldn't die from this. dazai had accommodated for that and had told his partner of the very real possibility that it would be painful. chuuya accepted the job anyway just as he did every time his partner suggested using corruption. because dazai would never let him fall.

nothing stirs in the teen when he hears chuuya's angry screams in the background; it was all going according to plan. it is only after chuuya's coded message that eye narrows on the other end. chuuya not being able to get out on his own means dazai will have to take more drastic measures of his own. " he's quite a handful, isn't he? " dazai sighs rather dramatically. the executive holds his hand out and one of his subordinates brings him a screen revealing all the heat signatures in the building chuuya is being tortured in. he's been sitting and waiting two kilometers away from the building for an hour now.

" honestly, you're doing me a favor, boss-man. now i can actually find a partner i like. " the first step is making the enemy believe he won't come for chuuya. it's an old schtick at this point, but it still seems to work. help isn't coming for you is actually code for help is on the way. " i'm not calling for chuuya. i'm calling for you. unfortunately, your trap was rather obvious. and while you've been roughing up my partner trying to appeal to my better nature, my subordinates have been getting into place to raid your weapon's cache as we speak. "

this, of course, is true. dazai had sent the majority of his forces to the now-minimally guarded cache to conduct the real raid. a man like this, who believes he's always had the upper hand, will fluster and retaliate to try and gain control of the situation. depending on how many men he sends out to reclaim the weapons will determine the squad dazai sends to claim chuuya. now all he has to do is wait.