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the-lonelybarricade · 2 years ago

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Did you say elriel one shot, LB? I may be too late in giving a prompt, but what if Feyre set up Azriel and Elain on a date because she loves to meddle in modern au? Feel free to ignore this. I just wrote the first thing that came to mind. 😊

Thank you for the prompt Mel!!! I know that you're asleep right now, but I hope this feels like a nice surprise when you wake up! <3

As a contribution to @elainweekofficial and LB officially dipping her toes into the Elriel waters, here's a short fun little one-shot!

Summary: House sitting Feyre's cat doesn't go exactly how Elain is planning

CW: None! Besides Prick the cat returning to cause mayhem

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Elain’s heels clicked against the uneven cobblestone outside of Feyre and Rhysand’s townhouse. She regretted wearing them—had forgotten how easily they caught on the pavement outside her sister’s home, threatening to trip her while she was focused on the impressive feat of juggling her sister’s keys, two armfuls of groceries, and the phone she had pressed between her shoulder and ear.

“Gray,” she said, trying hard to maintain her patience, though an unintentional sharpness still edged her voice. She was having a difficult time getting the necessary key into her occupied hands. “I already told you I’m not coming over.”

“Why?”

“Because, for starters, I’m busy sitting Feyre’s cat,” Elain explained patiently. Again. “And more importantly—” She swore as fumbled the keys, watching them clatter to the pavement. Her irritation surged, getting the better of her in the form of a harsh sigh and a hissed, “Because we’re broken up, Graysen!”

The phone line became quiet, not that Elain paid much attention as she tediously squatted down, balancing precariously on each heel, trying not to drop the incredibly heavy groceries as she hooked the keyring between a finger and slowly rose back to her full height.

Graysen, who was oblivious to what she’d just accomplished, finally said, “This is why I want you to come over so we can talk about it, El.”

She huffed through her nose. Graysen’s version of talk about it usually consisted of taking off her clothes and occupying her mouth so that she didn’t have a chance to tell him what a bastard he was for sleeping with his secretary. She had no interest in talking about it.

Elain let herself focus on pushing the key through the lock, turning until she felt the mechanism click. Graysen could wait.

“Elain?”

Not that he was terribly good at it.

The front door pushed open to a carpeted entryway. Despite Graysen’s growing impatience, she felt her heart lift at the sight of the familiar wood paneled walls, lovingly framed with Feyre’s portraits of her husband and their friends. She loved coming here and being reminded of the love that existed in Feyre’s life—even if Elain was having trouble finding it in her own.

“I should get going, Graysen,” she said. Her arms were aching from the sustained weight of the groceries. Desperate to set them down, she headed into the kitchen, scanning the hallways as she went in search of the kitten Feyre had recently adopted.

“It’s just a cat, Elain. They can take care of themselves.”

She spied the cat in question lounging in a sunspot atop the marble counter. His sleepy face raised up at her approach, blinking bleary eyes towards her as she set the groceries—finally—on the counter.

“Prick,” she cooed, holding a hand out in greeting to the small black cat.

“Excuse me?”

Elain rolled her eyes. “Not you, Gray. That’s what Feyre named her cat.”

“She named it Prick?”

With no patience for the judgment in his tone, Elain scooped up the cat in one arm, cradling to her chest as she snapped, “Maybe she named him after you.”

She headed towards the living room, intending to set the cat down, hang up with Graysen, and watch reruns of old sitcoms until the heavy knot in her chest loosened. Except, as Elain stepped back into the hallway, all of four things happened.

Elain screamed.

The naked man standing in the hallway shouted in surprise and dropped his towel.

Prick startled and raked his sharp claws across Elain’s arm as he scrambled to escape her hold.

And Elain’s phone clambered to the ground, taking her awareness of Graysen and any of his complaints along with it.

For a moment, she and the naked man could only stare at each other through wide eyes. It was a consolation that the naked man seemed equally as surprised to see her, unless this was all some odd, elaborate, and terribly ineffective murder tactic.

“Hi,” she squeaked. “I’m, uh, Elain Archeron.”

She knew it would be polite to turn away, since he obviously hadn’t intended to flash her with his naked body. And truthfully, that was what Elain tried to do. But she made the mistake of looking from his beautiful face to the body beneath it. It was an understatement to say he cut an imposing figure. All rich golden brown skin stretched over taut, carefully honed muscle that was still wet and glimmering from his shower. When her eyes fell to his sculpted chest and the corded abdomen beneath it, she told herself she should stop, but still her traitorous eyes slanted downwards, to the defined vee of his hips and wisps of dark coarse hair that led…

Elain swallowed, her tongue suddenly thick, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Hi Elain,” he said, not nearly as flustered as she imagined someone would be in his situation. He had most definitely noticed her unsubtle ogling, and he hadn’t bothered yet to reach for the towel. Her cheeks flushed, but she was in no hurry to complain about it. “I’m Azriel.”

“Azriel,” she breathed, wracking her mind for why that sounded familiar. The sight of him had turned everything else to static, she couldn’t even remember why she’d been coming this direction in the first place. “Are you, uh. Are you one of Rhysand’s friends?”

“I’m his brother.”

“Oh.”

Elain did remember him. From Rhysand’s wedding party. She had thought he was a security guard until she’d seen him standing next to Rhys at the altar. He had given a speech, though by that point in the night she had been too drunk, and too naively smitten with Graysen, to remember much else about him.

“Do you often walk around your brother’s house naked?”

He raised a dark brow, something dangerous about the look he offered her. “That depends,” he said. “Are you often here to watch?”

The way his eyes flickered, just briefly, to the appendage hanging between his legs was just as condemning as if he’d gestured with his hands. Saying, I saw you looking. There was no denying that she had been. Even still, she hadn’t turned away from him, and could still see it growing in her peripheral vision.

There was nothing casual in the way she needed to clear her throat before speaking. “I’m here to watch the cat.”

Although god knows where he ran off to.

Azrie’s lip twitched. “What a coincidence. I’m here to watch the cat as well.”

Typical. Utterly typical of Feyre to hear of Elain’s breakup and decide to meddle, no sooner than a week after it had happened. All good intentions with scarcely any tact. Her sigh was exasperated, taking with it the earlier affection she’d felt for her younger sister and her husband, with his stupidly attractive—and if she had to guess, single—brother. Who was watching her though dark hazel eyes, lips quirked in just enough of a smile that Elain knew that he knew he was hot.

“Well,” she said. The strain in her voice convinced her to finally avert her eyes, not willing to boost his ego any further. “The cat doesn’t need both of us to watch it, and you look like you’ve made yourself at home, so maybe I should just—“

“You’re bleeding,” he interrupted.

Elain frowned, glancing down to her arm. She had felt the sting from the cat’s scratches but she hadn’t realized they’d broken skin. A hand clasped her wrist, turning her forearm upwards. Azriel leaned forward and she could feel the fresh heat of his shower still drifting off his skin. Gods, she could smell the soap he had used, the scent of cedarwood suddenly cloying in the small space between them.

He gave a low whistle. “Guess the cat earns its name. Come on, you’re going to want to wash this.”

“I’m a big girl,” Elain said, snatching her hand away, uncertain why she was deciding to be so haughty with him. Besides that he refused to put his towel back on. She rubbed her wrists in an effort to banish the residual heat of his touch, grumbling, “I think I can manage to put a bandaid on my own cuts.”

“Do you know where they are?”

No, but she took it by the smirk working its way onto his mouth that he did. Rather than answer, Elain turned back into the kitchen, prepared to find them herself. A moment later, she heard footsteps following after her.

“Not there,” he said as she opened a cabinet. Elain slammed it shut, then opened another. “Not there, either.”

She whirled, nearly slamming face first into his naked chest. He was, at least, wearing the towel again, however precariously it was tied at his hip. She had to tip her chin upwards to scowl at him. “Do you even care about helping? Or are you just here to be a pest in my ear?”

Rather than respond, Azriel reached over her head to flip open a cabinet, wordlessly retrieving a small first aid kit.

“Go on,” he said, nodding to the kitchen sink. “Show me what a big girl you are.”

“Ass,” she muttered.

“Come again?”

“I said Az.” She turned on the tap, giving the water a moment to heat. “That’s your nickname right?”

“I don’t think that’s what you called me.”

Elain ventured a glance towards his face, trying to gauge if she’d offended him. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a certain lightness, almost laughter, dancing in the honeyed flecks of his irises.

Their eyes met. Held. Her breath felt shorter than it had been a moment ago. “You must be hearing things.”

“Must be,” he agreed.

His voice rumbled in the back of his throat, deep and rich and dark, like the spoken equivalent of ground coffee. It caused her pulse to quicken just the same, and she might as well have down an entire cup, for how much more alert she felt. Aware of her every breath, of his.

Eventually, Elain decided that thrusting her bleeding arm under the running water would be preferable to participating any moment longer in their silent staring contest, where the rising tension had become the world’s most smothering consolation prize. She bit her lip, trying not to hiss at the sting with Azriel watching her so intently, a number of taunts likely prepared for the moment she let her discomfort show.

Elain still winced when she added a small bit of soap, and found herself funneling each stinging pass of her fingers towards her growing frustration with Azriel. She couldn’t help feeling that if he wasn’t standing over her shoulder, making such a big deal out of this moment, then it wouldn’t hurt as much because she wouldn’t be so focused on not feeling pain. Besides, it was his fault for scaring her while she was holding a cat in the first place.

“What’s this?” Azriel’s attention snared on the bags of groceries she’d set on the counter. He walked over, sparing her from his attention as he nosily peeked into both of the paper bags.

“None of your business.”

“It is if it’s leaking onto the counter,” he responded coolly.

A scarred hand lifted the top of the bag to reveal the puddle of melted ice cream that had leaked through the paper. Elain turned off the tap with an aggrieved sigh. She’d forgotten she’d bought things that needed to go in the freezer.

“They were groceries,” she snapped, fumbling for the box of bandaids. It felt childish to even be using them. “I thought I was spending the weekend here.”

“Nothing’s stopping you.”

“The naked man standing in this kitchen says otherwise,” Elain sniped. “It’s fine,” She added, more to herself than him. She peeled back the protective plastic on the bandage before rubbing it over the cut with more concentration than was necessary. “I can stay with a friend.”

“You don’t have anywhere to stay?”

“No!” Elain knew he didn’t deserve the way she spat the word, or how she slammed the box of bandaids back to the counter. But she worried if she didn’t shout, then she might cry. “Because I just moved out of my ex’s house and my sister told me I could stay here while she and Rhys are away.”

“That’s fine,” Az said, holding up his hands. His voice was soothing, rather than angry, and Elain immediately felt guilty for lashing out at him. “I didn’t know you would be here, either. Clearly Prick is in good hands, so I can go.”

He turned away without giving her a chance to argue, or thank him. Elain swallowed back her guilt. Really, Feyre should have been the one on the receiving end of her rage, and it was unfair to take it out on Azriel, who had been equally a victim of her scheming. Even if he had taken his sweet time putting that towel back on.

Once she heard the soft click of a door being shut, Elain went back into the hallway to retrieve her phone. It thankfully hadn’t suffered any damage in the fall, though she did have a number of confused, vaguely hostile, messages from Graysen demanding to know what happened and who she was with.

She ignored them when she saw that a message from Feyre had also come in.

Hey!! Ellie I’m so sorry, there was a slight miscommunication between me and Rhys. I knew he wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house while we were away so I didn’t bother telling him. Buuuuut turns out he’d done the same thing not telling ME that HIS brother is staying at the house. Azriel’s apartment is getting fumigated so Rhys promised him he could stay. You don’t mind sharing, do you?? Gosh, you’re probably already there. I would have warned you if I’d known!

Fumigated. Elain slumped defeatedly back into the kitchen, mulling this new information over while she tried to salvage the groceries that hadn’t been ruined by the ice cream mess.

Azriel returned soon after, dressed in black jeans and a navy tee that brought out the cooler colors in his eyes. He offered Elain a polite smile. “Nice meeting you again.”

And he wasn’t even going to tell her.

“Wait,” she said, reaching for his arm. He stopped, eyes falling immediately to where she touched him. The contact suddenly felt scalding, but Elain resisted the urge to let go. “I just got a text from Feyre. She told me that your house is being fumigated. I’m—I’m sorry, for losing my temper earlier. I’m happy for us both to stay, if you don’t mind either.”

The look Azriel offered her made Elain want to dash out that door. She knew there would be no surviving a weekend with him. There was hardly surviving an hour.

“I don’t mind,” he said, that devilish half smirk returning to his lips. “Could be a fun weekend, afterall.”

#Elain Archeron #Azriel #Elriel #Elriel fic #Elain x Azriel #Azriel x Elain #Elainweek2023

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fyrefrostanimus · 5 months ago

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👬☎️🐻🧟📸, for the ask game?

Thank you for making me actually think about this stuff because god knows when I would have without the expectations of others

👬: Not quite sure how they met but it wasn't in college. They probably both ended up wanting to do the Freddy's business so William said "what if we don't compete?" It was at first just Henry as the tech genius he started teaching William stuff about animatronics as well. Henry, though, never picked up the business side of it no matter how much he wanted to.

☎: Ah, Phone Guy. I never thought about him that much. Like at all (I'm kinda glad he actually has a canon-ish name now because at least I don't have to think of one). All I really know is that Michael found a way to blame himself for this like he did Elizabeth's "kidnapping." Mike's logic for this is that if he hadn't taken that night shift, the man he later found out was named Ralph would have been okay. He was gonna retire but instead got retired from life. I kinda want to justify him being a ghost out there somehow, just for fun.

🐻(can't find a fucking zombie emoji):I'm assuming you mean the Mike and Henry one since there's no others witha zombie emoji. I'll use the Phoenix AU one because it's the one with the most developed background. Michael and Jeremy F. were dating and after the whole "getting scooped abd waking up on the sidewalk" thing he broke up with his boyfriend, not because he wanted to but because he thought that was the best way to keep Jeremy safe (Michael by this point believes that anyone close to him will actively suffer and/or die unless they cut ties, and if he has to be the one to do it he'll do it, even if it's reluctantly). He ends up living with Henry after this since Jeremy kept trying to visit and ask him why, so Michael kinda went to drastic measures: going completely missing. He remembered where Henry lived since the man hasn't moved since the years shortly after the Bite of 83 when Michael would try to seek shelter away from William at Henry's place.

📸: The animatronics caused a few disappearances when people would go into abandoned Fazbear locations and end up pissing off the ghost kids. So it's more like a rumor with some pretty damning evidence than fully knowing. Except for the time a customer in the Pizzeria Sim location pushed Michael's buttons enough for him to decide that this guy deserved a scare and took off his mask in from of the guy. Dude would never stop insisting the manager was a zombie but no one ever believed him. Michael never knew it but he inspired an indie sitcom on YouTube called "The Manager's a Zombie", probably the way he would have liked to be remembered.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #please everyone ask me more of these force me to think of stuff

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beanieman · 4 years ago

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YTTD Celebrity AU

Sara Chidouin - Sara is a well known news anchor. She’s known for finding scoops no other reporters can through her charisma.

Joe Tazuna - Joe is famous by association with Sara. He’s known for popping up in her news reports to tell jokes or just talk to the camera like it’s a friend. He lightens up Sara’s normally professional attitude and the fans hope Joe will join Sara as a crew member one day.

Gin Ibushi - Gin stared in a dog food commercial that really blew up and ended up reaching meme status (kind of like the Jake from state farm commercial).

Keiji Shinogi - The entire fandom seems to simp over him so lets make him a famous model. He’s a very polarizing figure after shooting his first boss in what he claims was self defense during an argument. People hire him if they believe “all publicity is good publicity.).

Alice and Reko Yabusame - You don’t have to change a lot for these two. Reko is already famous for her singing, and if Alice stayed in a band with her he’d probably be big too.

Kazumi Mishima and Nao Egokoro - Mishima is a famous artist. His paintings go for large amounts of money and are hung in many museums. He mentors Nao who wants to be just as talented and big as Mishima is.

Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro is famous for his baseball skills. He’s on of the most talented players Japan has ever seen. Everyone at least knows his name even if they don’t keep up with sports.

Kai Satou - Kai is a famous chief and has his own cooking show. He has one of the shows watched by Mothers early on Saturday morning. He’s not well known by anyone not in that demographic but he enjoys his small quiet success.

Kanna Kizuchi - Kanna acts along with Kugie in a sitcom. I don’t have a lot to add to this.

Shin Tsukimi - Shin is famous in online space’s. He’s a streamer who teaches about hacking and plays video games. He’s well known for his angry and frantic reactions to horror games.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Ranmaru runs a podcast that’s well known by teenagers. He has very chill vibes and his podcast feels a lot like you’re listening to a friend.

Naomichi Kurumada - Naomichi is a famous boxer. He has a win streak that very few have managed to beat. He interacts with a lot with his fans through social media and is well loved for it.

Anzu Kinashi - Anzu is an acrobat/performer. Her stunts aren’t always the most graceful or successful but she can always make what she does funny. She’s good for a laugh and is more famous for that then she is her acrobat career.

Mai Tsurugi - Mai is a movie actor! She’s known for being able to turn her emotions on and off on a whim. She plays either the love interest or a slasher with no in between.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Shunsuke is the least famous celebrity. He runs a well known and respected business blog. He’s famous in the business circle but if you weren’t interested in that sort of thing it would be like he didn’t exist at all.

Hinako Mishuku - Hinako is a YouTuber. People think she’s playing a pessimistic character for a humor aspect. She’s not, she’s just cynical as a person.

The basics of this AU is Sara gets assigned to learn more about the lives of celebrities, and ends up finding a found family in the process.

#yttd #your turn to die #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #keiji shinogi #kanna kizuchi #q taro burgerberg #shin tsukimi #reko yabusame #nao egokoro #gin ibushi #kazumi mishima #alice yabusame #kai satou

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dooodle-bug · 3 years ago

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Skool AU headcanons for my legion because it sounds really fun!

General:

-Olly and Olivia are apparently the oldest of the entire gang. They don't look/act like it, but they are-

-idk exactly what's going down but from context clues I presume it's supposed to be a high school?? I dunno but that's what I'm going to base it all off of for now.

-Olly somehow recruited a bunch of people younger than him and got them to basically worship him?? He's probably that edgy kid everyone is scared of/nobody talks to in which he says "No, you WILL appreciate me!"

-He probably saw the legion on their own and went: Yeah, you guys are gonna be my croonies now-

-Lucky for him, the legion seem to LOVE him unconditionally for some reason-

-The legion are all Normal People heights instead of giants also

Colored Pencils:

-Calls himself Jean-Pierre but everyone calls him just Colored Pencils-

-Quiet-ish. They're certainly not a talker, but they're also not super quiet either. Heck, that guy just spits insults all the time, like, their only mood is Bitter and it really shows as they basically hate everyone and everything. They're also just super proud. Probably a phase. Or hormones. Or both.

-Prolly a junior or so (prolly 17 or so). Instead of focusing on his work he draws but every time he gets a bad grade he cries. Honestly he's just a really insecure guy that needs to insult everyone or he'll be upset with himself-

-They're just tired all the time and drink coffee. They tend to overwork themself a lot and really just wants to sit down and cry sometimes.

-Takes art class but really, really hates the course. The only reason why he hasn't dropped out is because it was the best of the worst according to him. So during the class instead of doing the actual work he goes "screw it" and draws whatever he feels like.

Rubber Band:

-Awkwardly tall compared to everyone else in their class. They're a little insecure about it. Despite this they're still super duper extroverted and like talking. Like, a lot.

-They are THE theater kid. They're definitely in the drama club and probably the one who even started it in the first place. Like they are soooo big on theater n stuff it's crazy. They're also totally the kinda guy to just join all these clubs just because they can-

-They also like singing a lot. Usually they just hum or make up melodies while they work.

-Despite being such a talker they probably don't have many friends, just a bunch of aquaintences they deem friends. They're just known to everyone as the "loud, annoying theater kid who talks a lot". They don't know that yet.

-Ironically, they are sooooooo into the drama of everyone and everything. They could tell you the scoop of literally every piece of drama that went down in the school, even from before they even started attending. It's kinda like their own sitcom or something-

Hole Punch:

-High School Slacker(tm) Sleeps in class and has terrible grades and everything. He really honestly needs a nap or something-

-They're SUCH an introvert. They hardly say a word ever. They're the embodiment of The Quiet Kid. Like, they hang out by themself in the corner and everything. But once they're behind a door or have their defenses raised, they spit VENOM and if ever given a chance, they'll roast you pretty darn hard.

-Tends to wear headphones and listen to music often. Obviously, he likes 70s disco music and uses some old fashioned music player. He just blasts it and claims it helps him work but then 5 minutes later he just up and starts dancing instead of getting anything done-

-Despite being so introverted, when you get to know them, they're just a huge party animal that apparently goes wild at parties (in their fantasy). Claims to be the life of the party when really they're hiding in the corner.

-Really just hates school and work in general and would rather take a nap in the auditorium all day.

Tape:

-Gangster. School menace. He's a big trouble maker, doing a lot of troublemaker-esque activities. Also when entering rooms he jumps up and hits the doorframe.

-Does NOT care about school in any form whatsoever. Their grades are absolutely awful and they really couldn't care less. They actively skip classes, ignore the teacher, and probably got suspended and detention on several occasions-

-Honestly hates the world and everything in it, believing that everything is a huge waste of time. Mood is typically Anger.

-Class Clown and prankster. He goes outta his way to ruin other people's days because he thinks it's funny. He's honestly kinda a bully, but everyone still seems to like him anyways just because of his status or whatever.

-Oh yeah they're surprisingly popular. Prolly from being such a huge jerk that everyone loves them no matter what.

Scissors:

-Straight A student, high honor role. Spends most of their time studying or doing work, like, super duper smart. They're also basically a teacher's pet, someone who just loves enforcing the rules onto people.

-Honestly they just do everything to make them look good. They join all these clubs and be all stuck up because they know colleges like that sorta thing. Unfortunately, most other students do not and they do not have friends.

-You'd expect them to be all geeky and stuff, but no, they're really cold and edgy and kinda nasty to people.

-Hates everyone. Mostly people who are troublemakers and commit scandalous acts.

-If they ever screw up they go into hiding for hours and cry about it.

Stapler:

-Stray dog that lives outside of campus that Olly slapped a collar on and adopted.

-They're feral af. People have tried getting rid of them but it never works so they're stuck there like a dorm cat.

-Actively harasses and attacks students. Especially ones they have beef against or ones who don't like Olly.

-They have a pretty strong bond with Olly. He spends a lot of time with them and also feeds them on occasion so now they became besties.

-Eats outta the trash sometimes. Probably contracted a disease at this point.

Thank you to whoever read this whole thing!

#tfw CP is the same as in hc just in a school setting-#so is HP what have I done-#I think it's bc they're both basically teens so-#I-use-my-words-to-express-myself #school au #legion of stationery

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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[ ♛ ] EVENT #4: THE MUTUAL MATCHMAKER.

YOUR SOULMATE IS...

@awimafailure x koshi sugawara!

SUGAWARA !! <3

little spoon or big spoon // confesses first or waits to be confessed to first // likes pda or prefers to be alone // slowburn or love at first sight // enemies to lovers or friends to lovers or rivals to lovers // late-night car karaoke or late-night takeout // makes food or can’t cook without burning up the kitchen // hugs or hand-holding // breakfast in bed or tv dinners // cries in sad dog movies or remains stone-faced // likes horror movies or hates horror movies // first date at the beach or the movies

TROPES !! <3

enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers or friends to lovers // there was only one bed or soulmate au // red-string au or written-on-skin soulmate au // coffee shop or flower shop // slow-burn or love at first sight // fake-dating to lovers or arranged marriage

EXPLANATION !! <3

sugawara is a little spoon. oh my gosh. after a long day of training, this pretty boy is READY to collapse onto a made bed to rest in your arms. he smells like the gym cleaning formula and lavender-vanilla candles. he waits to be confessed to first, especially since he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but when you do, he’s on cloud NINE and just,,,, AAAA ALSO whether he likes PDA or not is entirely up to his mood, it’s kind of somewhere in-between! suga will literally SPOIL YOU with kisses after games because he’s just so darn happy he got to play and wraps his arms around you while laughing into your ear. it’s definitely going to start off as a slow-burn as a friends to lovers, but slowly and very obviously melt into a full-fleshed 100k fanfic relationship that i’m wiling to go down with. sugawara loves singing, but he’s never really had time for it, but while learning all of the volleyball cues and signs, he’s definitely listened to music in the background beforehand. and man’s is ALL UP for making you whatever food makes you happy?? you two love reserving lazy sunday mornings for blueberry pancakes and sitcoms. also i am JUST saying, if you two had a trope, it would DEFINITELY be that you and sugawara were childhood friends, but then when sugawara thought that he started catching feelings for you it was platonic, until he talked to daichi and asahi about it and they were just- “inhale sugawara. you are in love.”

HEADCANONS !! <3

you, daichi, and asahi spend SO much time together that at this point, it's kind of concerning?? you four all just vibe after practice and spend so much time together, that at some point, people couldn’t tell who you were dating because you all hung out together so often. but at the same time, sugawara also makes sure to always make time for you, bc this amazing bb ADORES YOU and auhfjsfhjcayou

when you and the third years hung out for the first time, boom, it was all just automatic. for some reason, when you looked at sugawara, you felt at home. you felt that what you did, what you said, that all of that somehow mattered. eventually, after finding out that you two passed exams and could go to the same college together, he took his chance. he scooped you up in his arms, his lips pressing against yours in the back of the gym. (hinata took a photo and sent it to the gc)

OH OH n suga makes it a tradition to run up to you, wrap his arms around you and kiss you right after a game, regardless of whether he won or not. his main win was you, and that’s enough for him. sometimes his kisses are passionate, deep, lasting a few seconds before releasing for air. other times, they’re quick and gentle as he laughs and kisses you again on the nose, and other times they’re more messy through tears after a game he lost. regardless of what happened, he still wants you to know that you mean more to him than anything else.

WITH YOUR DESCRIPTION THAT YOU SENT ME !! <3

sugawara says no for you. i love this man with every fiber in my body and you can just TELL that he adores you. especially when you’re a people-pleaser, sugawara just,, FINDS a way to be nice and say no at the same time, leaving no hard feelings between you and the other person. whenever you get anxious or overwhelmed, his arms wrap around you and you two just spend a few hours lying down on the bed for the rest of the day, his hands running through your hair and reminding you that you’re good enough. sugawara is also ABSOLUTELY chaotic, so whenever he needs to, he’ll join in with you and will do the negativityyyyy BEGONE to make you laugh.

singing. on the top of your lungs. with koshi sugawara. wind running through your hair, his eyes showing so much love as he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. other times, he sings softly and gently to you at night, the moon being the only source of light as his hands intertwine with yours.

#eleanor's 500 event! (closed)#kme: awimafailure #sugawara headcanons #sugawara x reader #suga x reader #suga headcanons

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deadpuppetboi · 5 years ago

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Please consider, “Eleanor” Baby meeting Post Scoop Elizabeth.

Separate Au where the two live with each other and it's basically a sitcom-

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meaninglessblah-writes · 5 years ago

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It’s time for some (belated) Spring Cleaning, and I’m clearing out my overabundant WIP list! Below are four fic ideas I’m tossing out into the void for anyone to pick up and have a go at. It’s a free-for-all, take what you want (but please tag me so I can see what becomes of them! ♥️).

However, you can vote to save one of the below ideas, which I will save from the cull and be compelled to write. Poll in the link below!

1. “Tastes Like Home”

The Pit ��fixes” Jason’s palate, and he discovers some of his favourite foods are no longer delicious. i.e. That one where Jason scoops an entire handful of blueberries into his mouth and then just lets them all fall out in horror. With a side of rediscovering Alfred’s signature cooking.

2. Adam West Batman Verse AU

During a mission with Batman, Red Robin gets sucked into an alternate universe that's essentially similar to SpiderHam/Peter Porker's style universe - in the sense that wacky cartoon hijinks happen and it's only strange to outsiders (like Tim). This universe is based on the Adam West Batman TV Series a la giant signs that describe what a thing is (e.g. “KILLER DEADLY BEEHIVE TRIPWIRE”). Tim, understandably, is incredulous, but curious (what does happen if he nudges the tripwire?). Before he can set off the first trap, Jason appears with some vague insult along the lines of, “WTF, can’t you read, you dumbass??”.

Jason is from Tim's universe, but got sucked in at the age of 15 (during the mishap of the purple clown with the crowbar in the warehouse) and for 4ish years has been surviving in the jungle of cartoonish mayhem like Robin Williams in Jumanji. Also, despite the clear warning signs, it's a rule of this universe that you do have to trip the wire regardless. And the conditions of the universe will loop you back to the necessary decision again and again and again until you bite the bullet and make it. Jason has come to terms with these conundrums over his time in bright 60s-style sitcom purgatory, and becomes a begrudging guide for Tim as they work to find their way back to their correct universe.

3. “Accidental Dick Pic”

Dick is a new employee/intern at Wayne Enterprises, struggling to fit in with the hustle and bustle of corporate life. He’s called into his boss Tim’s office after accidentally sending him a very not-safe-for-work pic intended for someone else. Dreading the conversation and his imminent termination, Dick is surprised when Tim takes him up on his “offer”.

4. “Pavlove”

Tim is nervous about how well Kon will mesh with his eclectic family after announcing their relationship. After he, Kon and Damian spend some time in close quarters for a mission, Tim begins to notice that whenever Kon does something Damian doesn’t consider appropriate/sufficiently doting enough, he clicks his tongue. And when he does do some good gesture for Tim, Damian offhandedly compliments Kon, or moves closer to him, or initiates a conversation on Kon’s interests. Wary of an ulterior motive, it takes Tim a few weeks to realise his adoptive brother is training his boyfriend like a puppy.

You can vote to save one of these fic ideas by voting in the poll! (All votes are anonymous, and the poll will close 04/15/2020).

#meaninglessblah rambles #spring cleaning #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #conner kent #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #tim drake/dick grayson #jason todd/tim drake #tim drake/conner kent

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comeback-tomy-home · 5 years ago

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The Appointment

pairing: doctor Seokjin x patient reader

genre: smut, PWP, doctor!Jin, medical fetish, medical AU

word count: 6.1k

warnings: this isnt gonna be for everyone! if you like medical fetish stuff then read on :) includes: fingering, cmnf, nipple stimulation, use of sex toys (?), clit clamp, breast exam, squirting (?), slight edging, a dash of angst

You had been putting it off for weeks, convincing yourself alternately that you were too busy for the appointment and that you didn’t really need it anyway -you were pretty healthy, weren’t you? But after a long, boring day at work saw you arrive home to another nagging letter glaring up at you accusingly from the doormat,you resigned yourself to the fact that, sooner or later, you’d have to go to the hospital and have your state-recommended check-up. Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach,you glanced over the letter and sat down at the kitchen table. For some reason, these things always made you nervous; rationally,you knew there was nothing to worry about, that it was a perfectly ordinary procedure that everyone had to endure once they reached a certain age. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that it would somehow be embarrassing, that something would go wrong, that it would hurt...you tapped the number from the letter into your phone keypad and held it to your ear.

After an agonisingly long time (was it a long time? You couldn’t tell; it took all your willpower not to cancel the call as the line rang and rang), a female voice with a soft accent answered. ‘Good afternoon, Parsons Clinic. How can I help?’ You swallowed. ‘Hello?’ ‘H-hi, sorry. I’d like to make an appointment?’ Your voice rose into a high-pitched squeak and you cursed your nerves. It was just a phone call! ‘That’s fine. Surname and date of birth, please?’ You gave your details, hearing the clattering of a keyboard on the other end. You imagined the woman consulting a database of hundreds of patients, clicking through to find your record and scanning your notes, which probably said the medical equivalent of ‘nervous flier’. She had probably had training to deal with problem patients. Your palms started to sweat. ‘Y/N? I’ve got your record here, and I can see it’s your first appointment. We’ll need to make it for ninety minutes. I can offer you an slot…’ She paused, clearly scanning her electronic schedule. ‘Tomorrow at ten AM.’ You dropped the phone. Hastily wiping your hands on your jeans and scrabbling to pick it up again, you heard her say, ‘Hello?’ ‘Sorry, sorry, I’m still here. That’s a bit short-notice…’ ‘The next appointment is in two months’ time, I’m afraid.’ You were silent. Could you wait another two months? ‘Miss Y/L/N?’ ‘That’s - that’s fine.’ Your voice was shaking and you could feel your pulse racing. ‘Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow morning then.��

You stuttered a hasty ‘thanks’ and cut the call off, then dropped the phone on the table and rested your head in your hands. It was only a routine appointment. It would be fine. Ninety minutes wasn’t that long. After a few deep breaths,you tapped out a message to your boss:

Hi, fyi I won’t be in tomorrow. Got an appointment. Will work from home PM.

Your phone beeped almost straight away - Seth was annoyingly efficient. You worked for a start-up tech business, one of these trendy places that didn’t believe in business attire and gave its employees free smoothies at lunchtime, so you knew that you could easily skive off for the day as long as you kept up with your emails.

Fine by me. See ya Monday, take care x

Inwardly sighing at the over-familiar sign-off, you put the radio on Channel Six and started to get the ingredients ready for dinner, distracting yourself by throwing an onion in the air and catching it again. You had just started experimenting with backspin when your phone buzzed, the vibration amplified by the wooden table - you jumped violently and the onion rolled away under the dresser.

Your appointment at Parsons Clinic has been confirmed for 10.00 tomorrow with Dr Kim Seokjin.

Shit. There it was. You couldn’t forget about it now. You scooped up the onion, paused for a few deep breaths and started to make dinner, telling yourself that everything would be fine tomorrow. Why shouldn’t it be? The doctor would ask you some questions, poke around a bit, and send you on your way.

You tried to forget about it for the rest of the evening; after gulping down your dinner, you answered a few emails, then played a couple of levels of Spade Champion when you could no longer focus on work. Your mind kept wandering back into worries about the next morning, even when you curled up on the sofa with a sitcom and over-full glass of wine. Eventually you turned in, having resigned yourself to a night of broken sleep, punctuated by fretful, half-waking dreams about the appointment. Lying in the darkness, you probed your memories for some event which would give you a reason to be quite so nervous, but as far as you could remember, every visit to hospital (few and far between, fortunately), every dentist trip, every visit to the doctor had been utterly mundane. And, you reminded myself for the hundredth time, tomorrow’s appointment would be exactly the same.

The clinic was spacious and spotlessly clean, wedged between a pharmacist on one side and a dry cleaner on the other, the only new building on the bustling, grubby high street; you were half an hour early. After delaying as long as possible at home (loading the dishwasher, making the bed, scrolling through Twitter), you were unable to sit around any longer and had walked the twenty minutes into town, hoping the fresh air would clear your head. Of course, this had been unsuccessful and you felt your pulse accelerate as the glass doors slid open in front of you. You took a deep breath, stepped inside and were immediately blasted by a gust from the air conditioner directly overhead. The reception desk faced the door and you stumbled towards it, noting as you did so that the woman sitting behind it must have been the one you spoke to on the phone; she was sitting down, wearing a headset over her long, curly hair. The sparkling glass tiles behind her made her look like a mermaid, you thought dimly as she smiled at you, still talking to the person at the other end of the line, then returned to tapping at her keyboard. You stood there awkwardly while she ended the call and turned to you.

‘Sorry about that. How can I help?’ ‘I, er…’ you swallowed. You knew you were blushing and prayed she wouldn’t notice. You tried again. ‘I have an appointment. At ten.’ ‘Is it Miss Y/L/N?’ You nodded, unable to say anything else. She smiled at you again and directed you to the hard-looking grey sofa pushed against one wall, clearly meant to look sleek and professional, its matching coffee table scattered with glossy magazines. ‘Help yourself to water. I’ll let you know when Doctor Kim is ready.’ You sat on the sofa for twenty minutes or so, trying to distract yourself by flicking through the vapid fashion articles. You chanced upon an article about women in tech and quickly became engrossed - so engrossed that you didn’t immediately hear her say your name ten minutes later. ‘Miss Y/N? Doctor Kim will see you now. Exam Room four, please, just down the hall and on the right.’ She pointed to the door to the left of her desk and smiled at you again. ‘Thanks,’ you croaked, your throat dry. You stumbled through the door and down the hall, took a moment to compose yourself a little, and knocked on the second door on the right. There was a pause, then a muffled voice said, ‘Enter.’

Pushing open the door, you slipped inside and glanced around. The room was far larger than you were expecting, roughly square, with a curtain drawn across the middle, and (in your opinion) far too warm. The doctor was sitting behind a desk angled slightly towards the door, scribbling on a notepad. He didn’t look up, but gestured to the chair in front of the desk and said, in a mildly accented voice, ‘Sit down please, Miss Y/L/N.’

The doctor had smooth golden skin and shiny black hair badly in need of a trim, thick eyebrows and a generous mouth - he was strikingly, breathtakingly handsome, and all the breath in your lungs evaporated. Brilliant. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen is my doctor. Just fantastic. He was also quite a lot younger than you had expected. You watched him writing his illegible notes and tried to breathe normally, clenching your fists in your lap.

He finally looked up at you and said, ‘Sorry about that. Just finishing up some notes. Now, this is your first check-up, isn’t it?’ You nodded shyly. ‘No need to be nervous, Miss Y/L/N. This is a routine sexual health appointment. First, a few questions.’ He pulled a clipboard towards him. Upside down, you could read your first and last name at the top of the page. ‘I have some of your details here… Do you smoke?’ You shook your head. ‘Good. How many units do you drink per week?’ you cleared your throat to buy a couple of seconds, then said quietly, ‘Ten?’ Really, you had no idea. Who really counts these things, anyway? ‘Are you sexually active?’ asked the doctor, his deep brown eyes on the form in front of him. ‘Now and then,’ you joked feebly, but the doctor said nothing and ticked a box on the form. That bombed. Note to self: no more jokes.

Doctor Kim asked you several more questions - whether you were on the pill, whether you used condoms, if you had experienced any problems during sex - and jotted down your answers on the form. ‘So - your answers give me no cause for concern, but I need to make sure everything is normal with a physical exam.’

As he was saying this, he got up from the chair and drew back the curtain crossing the room. In the middle of the room was something that looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a sun lounger, but clearly very high tech; the chassis was cream-coloured with pale pink padding and concealed, you were sure, some sort of machinery - there was no other reason it would be so self-consciously over-designed. The bed was attached to a large monitor, which was currently blank, along with some wires and other bits of medical equipment you didn’t recognise. A small trolley was slotted squarely underneath the monitor.

‘I’ll ask you to get undressed and lie down on the bed, then I’ll talk you through each step. Nothing to worry about, but do let me know if you need to stop at any point.’ He smiled briefly and continued, ‘Just step behind the curtain so you can get undressed, then. Alright?’

You nodded, dumbstruck. Trying to ignore the trembling in your legs,you walked over to the bed and drew the curtain behind you with a smooth whizzing noise. You undressed as quickly as you could, as if you would lose your nerve otherwise, balled up your clothes and dropped them onto a nearby chair. Thank fuck I shaved yesterday, you thought, then immediately berated yourself for thinking it. He’s a doctor. He doesn’t care if I have hairy legs.

You called, ‘Ready!’, trying to sound confident and unfazed. But you were uncomfortably aware of the fact that you were stark naked and about to let a complete stranger see everything. ‘Lie down on the bed and put your feet in the stirrups, please. Let me know when you’re ready,’ the doctor said from the other side of the curtain.

You awkwardly clambered up onto the bed, which was set at waist-height and very stable - it didn’t shake at all when you shuffled around to position yourself as the doctor had asked. The bed was slightly tilted so that the head was higher than the foot, with padded arm rests and a curved cushion to support the neck of the occupant. It was actually very comfortable. You took a deep breath, noting the trolley of instruments discreetly placed to the side, and told the doctor you were ready to start.

Doctor Kim drew back the curtain all the way and snapped on a pair of gloves from a box on the trolley, not looking at you as he said, ‘Now, Miss Y/L/N, this is a routine check, so I’ll explain the procedure first and then we’ll get started. Is that alright?’ You nodded, eyes fixed on the ceiling. ‘The first part of the check is on your whole body, so that means I’ll be using a couple of the instruments on this trolley to look at your nervous reaction, your receptiveness, so naturally that means I’ll be focusing more on some areas than others.’ Nervous reaction is right, you thought, your heart hammering. ‘Afterwards, we need to make sure everything is working as it should, so I’ll perform a few simple tests on your genital area. That might mean some internal examination. Does that all sound okay?’ You nodded again, unable to speak. ‘Just relax, Miss Y/L/N,’ said the doctor with an encouraging nod. Damn it, you thought. Clearly your nerves were showing again.

Doctor Kim stood next to the bed and pulled the trolley closer to him, slinging a stethoscope around his neck. Instantly your whole body stiffened as it struck you that everything was exposed. He would see the scars, the moles - everything! You took another deep, steadying breath. He was a doctor. He had probably seen hundreds of bodies, and after all, it was his job.

Your skin rose in goosebumps all over, the tiny hairs on your arms lifting and you were very aware of your nipples stiffening a little in response. You were glad the room was heated. He’s a doctor. This is his job. you thought loudly. ‘Ready?’ He asked. ‘Ready,’ you tried to speak normally but your voice came out as a whisper. Turning to you, Doctor Kim kept his eyes fixed on your face, straight-faced and almost stern. He was extremely professional, and his cool demeanour did help soothe your nerves somewhat. He was an expert, doing the job he had done for countless people before you, having been trained for years and years - you were just another patient in his office.

‘Right, then - I’ll just check your vital signs. This will be a bit cold...’ He stood over you, and having inserted the stethoscope into his ears he pressed it against different points on your chest, directing you to breathe in...and out, and in...and out again. You couldn’t help but notice your breasts moving slightly with the rhythm of your breathing, and tried to ignore the goosebumps rising on your skin again when the cold metal of the stethoscope touched you.

‘Very good. No obstructions in your lungs, heart sounds healthy’, he said, putting the stethoscope down on the trolley and fixing a small, blue plastic clip to your finger. ‘That will check your blood oxygen levels, heart rate and blood pressure.’ He was looking at the screen again, reading the apparently comprehensible numbers, pulsing lines and rapidly flickering letters - you sneaked a look at the trolley. A row of shiny steel instruments were laid neatly in a line, along with a box of gloves, a plastic bottle with a pump handle and something sleek and black. You hadn’t the faintest idea what any of them were.

‘Blood oxygen is at 98%, heart rate and blood pressure are slightly up, but that’s to be expected.’ He had turned back to you and you quickly looked up. He had seen you looking at the trolley, and you both knew it - he smiled wryly. ‘So far, so good - next part of the check-up, now. I’ll leave this on for the time being, just to keep an eye…’ He picked up a tool that looked something like a rake, with long, thin tines bent into right angles and finished with rounded tips. ‘This is to check that the nerves in the skin are all working properly. Let me know if it’s painful or uncomfortable.’ You gripped the arm rests involuntarily. Painful? ‘Try to relax, please. Close your eyes if that helps.’ Forcing yourself to breathe deeply, you unclenched your muscles. You hadn’t even realised you had been so tense. Relax, you told yourself firmly, and closed your eyes.

Doctor Kim touched the little rake to your forearm, just above your wrist, and moved it slowly up your arm with delicate precision. It tickled, but not in the usual way - you didn’t feel any urge to squeak and squirm - it was like tiny fingertips on your skin. The doctor moved the rake to your other arm and repeated the action, saying,

‘How does that feel?’ he asked, drawing the rake over your chest, above your breasts, and stomach in a well-rehearsed pattern of straight and curved lines. You tried hard not to twitch when the rake was dragged over your thighs.

‘Fine,’ you muttered. It was actually quite tolerable, now that you had (mostly) got over how naked you were; lying there, on the comfortable bed, in a warm, dim room...Why was I so worried? You asked yourself. This isn’t that bad. In fact, you realised with dawning horror, being stroked all over was very nice indeed - so nice that you had started to enjoy it rather more than you should. The doctor repeated the pattern of lines on your body and you fought to keep your face impassive, but couldn’t help the occasional twitch or pause in your deliberately even breathing. Up the inside of your right arm, over the sensitive skin of your wrists, over your shoulder and down your chest, circling your nipple, a row of straight lines over your ribs and stomach, then tracing over your hips and all the way down your thighs. It’s a check-up. I’m in a clinic having a routine medical procedure, you told yourself again. But you wanted him to keep stroking you with the little rake. Your skin seemed to grow more sensitive with the passing moments, and finally you knew you would have to say something to the doctor - but how could you tell him? On the one hand, you wanted him to continue moving the little rake all over you - maybe focusing a little more on the upper thighs, you thought as another shiver raced through you - but on the other, you couldn’t humiliate yourself by getting turned on in front of him.

Your internal struggle seemed to have shown on your face, as Doctor Kim stopped moving the rake and said, his tone neutral: ‘Arousal is normal, Miss Y/N. In fact, it tells me that your nervous reaction for this section of the check-up is healthy, so we can move on to the next part.’ How did he know? You thought desperately, keeping your eyes clamped shut. How did he know I’m turned on? And then you realised that the clip on your finger must have picked up how much faster your heart was beating now and shown up on the screen next to the bed. ‘I just didn’t…’ you started to say. ‘Not to worry. Now, shall we move on?’ He said briskly, replacing the rake on the trolley with a faint clatter. You nodded silently, wondering how many people had laid on this bed before you, fighting their growing arousal, not sure what to do or say. ‘Very good,’ he said, ‘The next thing is to check the reaction to stimulation of your erogenous zones.’ My…? Your eyes snapped open. ‘I’ll combine it with a breast exam. Two birds with one stone, see? Do you perform checks on yourself at home?’ You stared at the ceiling and heard yourself saying, as if from a long way away, ‘In the shower, sometimes. Not very often.’ ‘Well, that’s better than nothing. Arms straight above your head, please.’

You were expecting the same rough pulling and squeezing you had had from the practice nurse that time you thought you had a lump; she had kneaded you like wet dough, leaving you sore for days. Doctor Kim, in contrast, was extremely gentle, employing the same practiced delicacy he had used before; he cupped your right breast in one hand, pressing firmly but gently on the soft tissue under the skin. His hands were warm, even through the latex gloves, and you felt your nipples swelling in response as he moved to examine your left side. Your foot twitched slightly as a finger brushed the very tip of one stiff, pink peak.

‘Seems okay…’ he muttered, ‘Nothing to worry about here. I see you’ve started to respond already. You can put your arms back on the rests, now.’ You didn’t say anything. Were you supposed to be aroused? He said it was normal, healthy even… Maybe you were overthinking it. That would be about right; closing your eyes again and settling back on the bed, you decided to stop fighting and just let it happen. The doctor had probably seen it all by now. Still holding your breast, he moved his thumb gently and deliberately over your nipple and you barely stopped myself gasping as a wave of pleasure rushed through you, starting where he had touched you and finishing in the valley between your legs. ‘How does that feel?’ he asked, now rolling it slowly between his fingertips. ‘F-fine,’ you stammered, not opening your eyes. It was more than fine. Being touched there always turned you on, and the familiar warmth was kindling. Let it happen, you reminded yourself.

The doctor moved his hand to your other breast and flicked his thumb over your other nipple in the same firm, practiced motion, over and over again until you couldn’t help but shift a little on the bed, your breathing shallower. You knew you were starting to get wet and pressed your thighs together. Doctor Kim stopped abruptly and said. ‘Your sexual response to this type of stimulation appears to be normal. I need to ensure that your level of arousal doesn’t drop for the remainder of the check-up.’ There was a clatter of something like beads on the trolley and you opened your eyes to see him picking up an object that looked like two pairs of large, rubber-tipped tweezers attached to two ends of a steel chain. ‘Why?’ you said, eyeing the tool nervously. ‘It’s very important that the results of the next tests are accurate. A drop in arousal could mean that I get an incorrect reading from the rate monitor.’ That doesn’t explain much. What is he going to do? ‘I’m going to attach these to your nipples,’ he held the tweezer-like clamps up so you could see them, ‘they’re clamps which are automatically calibrated to stimulate the nipple depending on readings from the rate monitor. Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable.’ What on earth does that mean? you thought, slightly alarmed. Those clamps looked scary. Is it going to hurt?

You tensed up again, gripping the arm rests hard as the doctor stood over you, opening one clamp wide and holding your breast firmly with the other hand. He lowered the clamp onto your nipple so that it was directly between the two rubber-tipped arms, then you felt a sharp, almost painful squeeze which diminished as the doctor adjusted the clamp. ‘How’s that?’ he said, fixing the clamp to your other nipple. ‘Fine, thanks,’ you almost gasped again at the pressure. ‘I’m going to turn them on now - ready?’ He pressed a button on the remote control, and instantly the clamps started vibrating slightly, almost imperceptibly, in a slow, regular pulsing pattern. It wasn’t like the cheap vibrators you had used in the past, overpowered and noisy, but low, deep and utterly silent. Your pussy tightened at the now-constant pleasure; you were definitely wet.

‘Feet in the stirrups, please,’ said Doctor Kim, walking to the foot of the bed with the trolley and pressing another button on the remote. You opened your eyes in surprise as in one smooth movement, the stirrups swung away from each other and bent like concertinas, and the bed curved to raise your hips, exposing your pink slit as your legs were spread wide, knees bent. You had to force yourself not to try and press your thighs together to hide how turned on you were, reminding yourself that this was the point of the check-up. Doctor Kim positioned himself between the stirrups, pulling the trolley closer. ‘Good, it looks like your reaction is normal,’ the doctor said, gently pulling back your lips in turn with one fingertip, making you twitch again as the clamps continued to pulse on your nipples. ‘Just a quick external exam now, Miss Y/N…’

You felt him place one gloved hand on your mound, fingers spreading your outer lips apart, and start to probe your slit gently with the other. He ran the tip of one finger slowly up the length, starting beneath the slick entrance and finishing just below your clit - you tried not to sigh in frustration. You wanted him to touch you there, to tease and press and flick his fingertip over it, and the clamps on your nipples pulsed more quickly.

‘I’m going to put another clamp over your clitoris,’ he said, and picked something small up from the tray. He held it up - it looked like an overgrown bobby pin. ‘It won’t hurt. It’s simply to optimise sensitivity by trapping blood in the erectile tissue.’

Despite his reassurance, you were fully expecting it to hurt and held your breath. With one hand, he pushed back your lips and with the other, he swiftly opened the clamp and slid it over your clit, releasing it so that your clit was held securely between the arms. It took two seconds. You breathed out in relief; it didn’t hurt at all, just ensured a constant squeezing pressure that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

‘I’ll leave that on there for the time being, just to make sure your clitoris gets fully erect,’ he said. ‘Your vulva appears to be in perfect shape, but I need to do an internal exam as well. I’m going to put my fingers inside you - is that alright?’

Your pussy tightened again at his words and you nodded silently, allowing the rush of anticipation to dissipate. Opening your eyes,you felt calm, your brain somehow tranquilised - you were no longer worrying about what the doctor was doing or what he thought as he pumped something clear and viscous onto his fingers from the bottle on the trolley. Your body didn’t tense up when he spread the cold gel over the lower part of your slit and began to press gently against your opening, slick from arousal and lubricant. The pressure on your clit seemed to increase as the doctor slid what felt like two fingers easily into you, and the vibrations from the clamps came faster and stronger.

‘Try to breathe normally, Miss Y/L/N,’ Doctor Kim said, looking at you with his dark brown eyes. ‘I’m going to put pressure on your G-spot now. It might feel a little strange.’ You hadn’t realised how uneven your breathing had become and forced yourself to take slow, regular breaths as the doctor pushed his fingers deeper into you. His fingers were strong and well-practised, probing and then curving upwards to press firmly against the upper wall, and you couldn’t help but let out a small groan as he began to rub his fingers rhythmically against it. He was careful not to touch the clamp but you could feel how swollen your clit had become from the pressure inside you and the regular pulsing of the clamps on your nipples, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips in time with the doctor’s fingers. It was a delicious tease, and you wanted him to keep going, to flex his fingers inside you until you couldn’t take it any more.

‘How does that feel? Not uncomfortable?’ You didn’t trust yourself to speak without gasping, so you shook your head and suddenly he withdrew his fingers with a soft sucking noise. Is that the end? You thought desperately, and was surprised to find that you were disappointed. Is he finished? Doctor Kim had his back to you, busy with something on the trolley, and didn’t speak for a few seconds. ‘Is - is there…?’ you stuttered. ‘Not finished yet, I’m afraid. Nearly there, now - just a couple more things before I can let you go. Lift your hips, please.’ You obeyed, waves of goosebumps washing over you as your stomach jolted. What now? The doctor deftly slid a square of fabric underneath you, saying, ‘Just a precaution against the bed getting wet. Your natural lubrication is rather effusive.’ The doctor turned back to the trolley.

Never had any complaints, you thought, but he was right - several of your lovers had commented in the past on how wet you got during sex. One had even made you squirt, and as the memory suddenly flooded your brain, the clamps tightened on your nipples, your clit starting to throb. The increase in stimulation made you draw your breath in sharply and the doctor looked around at you. ‘Everything alright?’ he asked dispassionately. You grunted a shaky affirmation and the doctor turned back to you, holding what was unmistakably a long, curved, matte black dildo with a complicated-looking port on the other end. Your eyes must have widened in surprise, because he glanced down at it and smiled slightly. ‘It’s an automated speculum. We’ve just started using these in the clinic, and I’m pleased to say that they’re very effective. They measure the contractions of your Kegel muscles by ensuring constant stimulation to the vagina and G spot. It can also be used to take an internal ultrasound and a cell sample,’ he said, clearly proud of his new toy.

‘So, I just plug it in...here,’ There was a click as the doctor screwed the base into a port on the bed, ‘and then insert this end…relax, please,’ Doctor Kim spread your lips gently, applying a little more gel on the tip of the speculum with the other hand. A quiet whirring sound and a series of ticking noises, then the rounded end of the speculum slid smoothly inside you, making your muscles involuntarily clench around it as you gasped in earnest. It was thicker than you had expected, and your pussy already felt pleasurably stretched after the doctor’s fingers. The doctor fiddled with the remote control, muttering something about automatic calibration, and the speculum shifted inside you, vibrating slightly - a very odd sensation while it was happening, but after a few seconds it stopped moving and you could feel a bump on its surface pressing against your G spot. It felt so good to have the smooth shaft buried deep inside your pussy that you began to shift your hips backwards and forwards a little, hoping the doctor wouldn’t notice as you started to ride it, craving more stimulation.

The doctor did, of course, notice. He chuckled and said, ‘There’s no need for that, Miss Y/L/N. Lie still please - like I said, the speculum is automated.’ As if to prove a point, he pressed a button on the remote and the speculum instantly started sliding deeper inside you, achingly slowly. ‘See?’, he said as it began to pull out again, the bump grinding against your upper wall as it did so. ‘I’m going to take the clamp off now. The final check is on your orgasm - strength, duration, bodily response, et cetera.’

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except a quiet groan as the machine continued to pump inside you. You almost felt close already, as if it would take only a few seconds for the doctor to bring you to climax once he started touching your clit. With one swift movement, the doctor released the clamp and the throbbing in your clit lessened to a pulse, thought it felt just as swollen as before. You wanted desperately to come, the clamps on your nipples almost too tight, now sending shocks of pleasure through your body with every slow thrust of the speculum inside you. You felt a trickle of something warm dripping down your slit and onto the fabric covering the bed.

The doctor said nothing, but with a little more of the lubricant gel on his finger, he tapped your clit lightly, once. Immediately your body twitched and your pussy clenched - the clamp had made it so much more sensitive than you had expected. ‘Very good. Now, I’m going to stimulate your clitoris, but try not to orgasm too quickly. The speculum still needs to collect some data - I’ll tell you when it’s finished.’ You nodded to show you understood, then gripped the arm rests in anticipation. With one finger, the doctor began to stroke your clit slowly, starting just underneath it and moving upwards over the swollen flesh to finish on the very tip, repeating the motion over and over. Your breath was ragged and sharp, stifling little moans of pleasure as the speculum continued to thrust into you. Your mind seemed frozen, all thoughts and feelings gone, focused solely on the ache that was now building deep inside you and the doctor’s fingertip sliding over your clit.

The speculum started thrusting into you faster, still grinding firmly against your G spot as it pushed deep inside you in time with the doctor’s movements; you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Your head was tilted back, hair hanging over the back of the chair, your mouth open and eyes closed, panting groans issuing uncontrollably from your throat as the machine fucked you. It felt so good to have the speculum stretching your tight hole that you almost forgot the doctor’s instruction not to come too fast, feeling the ache growing in your chest and cunt with the passing moments. You concentrated hard on the sensation of being pounded, goosebumps all over your body and the clamps on your nipples sending shocks through you, trying not to let yourself go yet. You wanted so desperately to come and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer as the doctor’s fingertip circled your clit, making your pussy twitch.

There was a sudden click and a musical tone, and you looked down towards the doctor standing between your legs - his movements slowed, but did not stop as he glanced up from your slit to the monitor. ‘It’s finished, Miss Y/L/N - you can come now,’ he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he took in your flushed face.

You let your head fall back onto the padding of the chair and tried to say something, but only a gasping moan came out as the speculum started pounding you, fucking you faster and harder than before, ramming deep inside you. The doctor rubbed your clit firmly, holding back your lips with a hand on your mound and you writhed on the bed, bucking your hips with the motion of the speculum, riding it hard and feeling your orgasm building inside you, your inhibitions gone, shaking and groaning and gasping. Your body tensed, your head lifted off the table and the wave of pure, burning, rushing pleasure suddenly broke over you - you were coming harder than you ever had and cried out uncontrollably, every spasm of your cunt ripping through you as you lost yourself in ecstasy.

Several minutes later, once you had recovered enough to sit up, shakily drink a cup of water and pull on your clothes,you dazedly sat back in front of the doctor at his desk.

‘So, Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?’ Doctor Kim asked, professional as ever. You had no idea what you said in response, and zoned out so completely that the next thing you remember was your phone beeping in the taxi home (you weren’t up to walking, after the morning you’d had), with a text which read:

Thank you for attending your appointment at Parsons Clinic. We look forward to seeing you next year.

a/n: phew. this is an adaptation of a smut i wrote a couple of years ago for my ex, and i gotta say that jin slotted in nicely as the gorgeous, professional gynecologist of my filthiest dreams. as always, thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is welcomed~

#bts #bts fic #bangtan fic #kim seokjin #reader insert #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjinxreader #jinxreader #bts smut #the appointment #bts smut fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smutfic #medical fic #medical smut

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dire-kumori · 2 years ago

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coming into your inbox to give you some scooped mike body horror:

Trichobatrachus robustus is a species of frog that, when threatened, will break its bones to make the bones pierce through their own skin so the jagged bone pieces can be used as claws. I'm just thinking about scooped Mike (paradoxical reaper or otherwise) being able to do that kind of thing, too. Using his own tendons for ropes, turning his bones into claws/weapons, peeling off his skin and leaving patches of moldy purple slime for people to slip and fall on during a chase scene or an ambush. rip to young Mike the first time he witnesses any of these horrors :/

Kats, this is absolutely horrific in the best possible way and I am deeply grateful for the absolutely disgusting and fucked up mental images this gave me of a severely mutilated Reaper Mike violently stabbing into kid Mike with his own sharpened bones, probably with his own curdled, rotten blood dripping from his face into young Mike's mouth and face as he screams in agony.

But I have to take a moment to laugh over the fact that this animal that inspired this is also called a hairy frog.

I like the idea that Mike actually starts drawing his nightmares right as he wakes up to try to remember as much as possible from each timeline. So one day one of his family members decides to snoop to figure out what the hell is up with him lately, and finds his sketchbook filled up with the most twisted, detailed, monstrous images they'd ever seen.

On the other hand, I can see him doing some of these things in the Scooped Sitcom AU to entertain Evan. Make himself look goofy or make new toys for his brother to play with.

#ask #lonelyfreddles #gore cw #body horror cw #Paradoxical Reaper AU #Scooped Sitcom AU #once I get my current thing done I wonder if I should do some sprite art for some of these other AUs?#I mean it should be easier with some of the base characters done... right?

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drfitzmonster · 6 years ago

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Prompts in general, or single mom/roommates prompts? One of each, just in case: General/Danvarias family sitcom - A Very Special Episode where Ruby gets in trouble for fighting at school, but it was for a very good reason; Single mom/roomates - Someone (WHO COULD IT BE?) gives Libby one of those musical plush octopus toys where each tentacle plays a different note when you squeeze it and Krypto loves to sing along.

i’ll take general supercorp and butch!kara prompts and also single mom/roommates au or butch housewife au prompts

i love both of yours and intend to answer the other but your octopus one is so cute i had to write it right away. i hope you like

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“I didn’t know this would happen, I swear!” Kara yells with her hands over her ears.

Libby is squealing with delight as she plays with the new toy Kara got her, a plush octopus with tentacles that each play a different note when you squeeze them. Every time the toy makes a noise Krypto lets loose a piercing howl that ricochets through the wood-floored apartment.

“I believe you, Kara, but what are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know. She started crying when I tried to take it from her.”

“He’s giving me a headache.”

“I’m sorry.” Kara sighs. “Ok, what if I don’t take it, I just turn it off.”

“It’s worth a try.”

Kara moves forward cautiously and kneels down close to Libby to shut the octopus off. As soon as she does Libby starts crying, and Krypto starts whining because Libby is crying, and this is actually worse than before so she quickly turns it back on.

Libby squeezes a tentacle and Krypto starts howling again.

“Let’s just go in the living room, we can watch them on the cameras, and hopefully she’ll get tired of it soon.” Lena says as she pulls Kara out of the bedroom.

They go wait on the couch, monitoring Libby and Krypto on Kara’s phone.

“How long do you think it will hold her attention?” Kara asks.

“Not very long. Babies have short attention spans.”

“God she really loves that, doesn’t she.” Kara laughs and holds up her phone so Lena can watch. “They’re so cute.”

“But so loud.” Lena shakes her head.

It takes a full fifteen minutes for Libby to finally tire herself out. When they enter the bedroom they find Krypto asleep on his back, feet up in the air, snoring lightly with his top lip hanging open. Libby is curled up next to his head, her hand in his fur.

Lena scoops Libby off the floor gently and puts her in her crib and then picks up the octopus toy, shutting it off. “Thank god they’re finally asleep,” she whispers.

“I know. Now go put that thing in the closet and I’ll run to the store and get Libby a new, quieter toy to make her forget that one ever existed.”

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #single mom/roommates au #drfitzmonster writes gay stuff sometimes #Anonymous #supercorp ficlet

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1ooo-w0rds · 6 years ago

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we met on ocean avenue pt 2

A/N: August fic and chapter 2 of we met on Ocean Avenue, my social media AU collaboration with @dancer-dramatic-13. Enjoy Jason upcoming TV star pov.

Here’s part one: one

BlondSuperman: 2:31 pm Day 1 in LA. Not lost. “Exploring”. At least one of us is having fun. #ThorTheAmazingDog

Annabae: Thor is adorable with those shades! Looks like Santa Monica beach.

BlondSuperman: Mystery solved. #NotLostAnyMore #Stateside #NoMoreTravelForNow

Jason chuckled as the likes slowly grew on his daily picture of Thor. The golden retriever puppy panted from the heat as he sat beside Jason’s leg, staring out at the waves. The flight from Vancouver to Los Angeles was exhausting especially for Thor in his dog crate. Jason’s been on the move recently, living out of his suitcase as he flew to various locations for an upcoming film. He’s been traveling for three months. It felt weird being stateside again. Not bad though.

“You’re probably glad we’re home.” Jason said to Thor as he scratched the dog’s chest. Thor looked up at him as his oversized ears flopped with his long tongue dangling from his mouth. The dog closed his eyes at the belly rub, content to be outside. “Same, buddy, same.”

The beach was decently empty for a weekday. Parents lounged underneath large umbrellas as kids ran towards the water. Seagulls cawed from above as they circled the sky for free snacks. Thor lead Jason down the boardwalk, his tail wagging as he looked around. He was small for his age which worried Jason at first but Thor definitely had an appetite. “Hey Thor,” Jason asked as his ears perked at the sound of his name. “How about some vanilla ice cream?” Thor yelped excitedly, hopping back and forth at the word ice cream. Jason laughed as he walked towards the ice cream cart near the volleyball nets. He blinked for a moment, patting his phone in his pocket as he thought.

“She’s in Santa Monica, right?” Jason murmured to himself, thinking of a certain volleyball player.

Their interaction happened by accident. It was on Annabeth’s honorary Halloween Facebook post, with an Aquaman Percy opposite of her Black Canary. Annabeth had wrote ‘where my super pals at?’ with a string of superhero related emojis as her captions. A lot of responses were Batman, Spiderman and Ironman. Jason was on set, taking a break as he scroll through the post. Reyna’s picture caught his eye. Not only because she was beautiful but the Wonder Woman costume was well made complete with silver band guard and head band. ‘Wonder Woman reporting. Any Superman?’ She wrote cheekily. Jason smiled and impulsively grabbed his black rimmed glasses, snapping a selfie, and replied to her post. ‘No Superman. Just plain old Clark Kent right now.’

Jason grinned at the memory as he adjusted his sunglasses. He wasn’t able to see her reply because he was called away to shot his scene but when Jason returned, Annabeth created a group chat including him, Reyna and Percy.

Annabae: Gah how have you super nerds never met?

QueenReyna: Super nerd? Look who’s talking.

SeaweedBrain: Girls, you’re both nerdy. Reyna, this is Jason, my cousin. Jason, if you ever have a free moment to breath, this is Reyna. She won’t bite.

QueenReyna: :V

SeaweedBrain: Hey...

After that introduction, they’ve spoken often either in the group chat with Percy and Annabeth or in private messages. Jason wasn’t recognizable at that point, still doing small projects or cameos on teen sitcoms and dramas. Because of his work and travel, Jason didn’t meet people outside of the industry. It felt good having a friend who he could talk to about the latest Marvel trailer or someone to keep up with Game of Thrones with.

Jason’s phone buzzed as he stepped up to the ice cream cart, handing over his card. Thor whined as he looked at his treat as Jason struggled to hold the melting ice cream and phone.

One does not simply get lost in Santa Monica. Reyna’s message read beside her contact photo. Jason laughed before thanking the man and walking off, tapping his response with one hand.

This one does when jetlag. You busy? Jason looked at the last two words before quickly deleting them and tapping send. It felt too forward. Thor whined as he pawed Jason’s leg. He welcomed the puppy's distraction.

“I know buddy, let’s find a spot to sit.” Jason said as he walked towards the bleachers beside the volleyball nets.

Despite talking to Reyna on a nearly daily basis, he’d never met the girl in person. They’d done movie nights with Annabeth and Percy, all streaming the same movie at once while on a group call. He had helped her edit videos and her scripts for her youtube videos, offering advice for lighting and wording. He knew that Reyna was sharp, always quick with a witty comment in such a way that Percy would be proud. She was also extremely dedicated, balancing beach volleyball life with her active youtube channel. She was passionate, wanting to express herself and educate people. There’d been a video of her cycling around youtube of her speaking out about her roots and feelings about growing as a child of an immigrant. Jason thought of the video, feeling his heart ache as he recalled the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, the unhidden emotions on the screen.

The need to see her after that video was strong. He wanted to gather Reyna up in his arms and hug her tightly, telling her how proud he was of her for speaking out. Jason sighed as he shook his head, not entirely sure why he felt like this.

“I want to see her.” Jason murmured, picking up Thor so the puppy sat beside him. Thor’s dark eyes zeroed in on the ice cream, not quite listening to his master rambling. Jason scooped a bit of vanilla ice cream for the puppy. “I’m not crazy relocating to LA, right?” For a girl, Jason added mentally.

Being near Reyna wasn’t his main reason. There’s so much potential work in LA, Jason’s agent mentioned when he described the part to Jason. It’s a recurring character in a medical drama that starred Tristan McLean. He got to work with Tristan McLean, an actor who had years of dramas and movies underneath his belt. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. Being near Santa Monica was just a convenient plus.

“AHHH look at Thor!” Jason and Thor both jumped at the excited cry. Thor spun around at the sound of his name, tail wagging like crazy. A group of teenagers in volleyball gear stood around, taking a break from their drills. A blonde tugged her friend’s arm as she shoved her phone at her. “Look at the golden fluff ball! He’s getting so much bigger. Gah, Rey, I just want to cuddle him.”

“Geez, Grace, you’re really whore-ing Thor out.” The girl with a visor said as she took the phone, leaning back slightly. Her dark hair tied up in a high ponytail. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of her face. Her friend said Rey. A pair of sleek sunglasses hid her eyes but something about her face shape felt familiar. Even from a distance, Jason could see her lips curl up as she looked at the dog picture. “Thor is a real cutie.”

Hearing his names called out way too many times, Thor barked and ran over. “Thor!” Jason shouted as he tried to grab the leash but the dog was too fast. He bounced over, running along the metal bleachers before colliding with the bags. The dark haired girl reacted quickly catching the eager puppy. Thor wiggled in her arms as he licked her cheek, knocking her sunglasses. “Thor…”

“Thor?” The girl said as she held the dog up. Thor barked happily.

“Oh my god…” The blonde murmured as she stared at Jason with wide eyes. “It’s him, Reyna.” Jason didn’t hear anything after she said Reyna. He stared at the dark-haired girl holding his puppy, a girl he had only seen on screen. Beads of sweat clung to her temple from the intense LA heat. Stray strands of hair stuck to her neck, following the curve of her chin. Reyna’s eyes are just as intense in person as they were in pictures, blinking at him. Even sweaty and messy, Reyna is very pretty. “It’s your Instagram boyfriend.”

“Instagram boyfriend?” Jason repeated amused. His heart thumped rapidly against his chest like he just ran a chase scene. Reyna’s cheeks flushed as she glared at her friend, adding color to her sun kissed skin.

“Gwen! Only you call him that.” Reyna shouted as she hiked Thor up in her arms. The puppy wiggled, tail wagging back and forth in excitement by all the people. Gwen laughed as Reyna shook her head at her before looking at Jason again. “I prefer Airhead.” She said coolly.

Jason nodded his head as he took a step closer. He didn’t know where to look, nervous by how much skin her beach shorts and sports bra revealed. He focused on her face, taking in the shape of her face. “You’re taller than I expected.” Reyna said when he stood in front of her.

“Taller than you, shortie.” Jason teased back, pleased he had half a head over her. Reyna huffed, held Thor between them like a shield. Jason almost forgot about the furball that caused this mess. “Hey troublemaker, making friends?” Thor panted happily with his tongue sticking out. Jason looked at Reyna again. “Can I have my dog back?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Reyna hummed as she rubbed her face against Thor’s furry head. “I might have to report you to PETA for doggie endangerment.” Jason rolled his eyes but grinned. It felt good hearing her quips instead of reading them on a screen. There’s so much more interaction in person. Jason could read the teasing smile on her lips. He could hear the playfulness in her voice. Her eyes sparkled as she tried not to smile too widely. Gwen watched the interaction amused, a sly smile creeping onto her face.

“Really? I finally get to see you and you’re gonna try to steal my dog?” Jason sighed dramatically before leaning down so he was eye level with Thor. Reyna’s breath hitched at their sudden closeness. Her arms instinctively tightened around Thor’s midsection. “Sorry buddy, looks like you have a new mommy.”

“Nope,” Reyna said quickly, shoving the dog into Jason’s arms. Her fingers brushed Jason’s and he tried not to jump at the contact. “My two very loyal greyhounds at home will already hate me for smelling like a puppy. And you don’t want to lose any Instagram followers. You know they’re only there for Thor.” Jason laughed and snaked his arms around her shoulders without thinking. Reyna yelped in surprised but fell into the hug freely. She wrapped her arms around Jason’s midsection.

“Hey.” Reyna whispered shyly, looking up at him.

“Hey yourself.” Jason whispered back, inhaling the scent of sea and salt from her hair. She’s real and in front of him. “Small world.”

“The smallest.” Reyna said back with a wide happy smile.

#jeyna #jason grace #reyna ramirez arellano #pjo fanfic #mine #social media au #dancer-dramatic-13 #we've met on ocean avenue

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themonolithicmystique · 7 years ago

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Jessica Jones, Guardians, Spider-Man, Ant-Man, and just all sorts of growth

This is probably the one where we really got off the handle, so just keep that in mind.

macrocondy3point0 After many trials and tribulations they finally arrive at the border And are greeted by Shuri 's toe

twitchystitch jessica looks up and up, and up some more "...Okay. It's a REALLY convincing illusion." shuri pokes them with her toe "With really good animatronics and shit."

macrocondy3point0 We haven't really established much about Shuri here have we? Other than she's really big and hangs out with Mantis (I think I should mention from the movie, Shuri is also meme trash) https://youtu.be/HTqNOGeGNeU https://youtu.be/Pe0qZQTDeHw

twitchystitch SHE IS A MEMING FIEND im assumign that shuri saw them coming from a distance and just had to be the first to greet them

macrocondy3point0 How did they not notice her?

twitchystitch she somehow overhard their talks on the phone with friends and

twitchystitch she couldn't resist the urge to greet them my guess is that they wren't paying attentio nwhere they should, she craated some kind of camoflauge cloak solely for this ocassion and jessica really is not expecting the giants to be Real

macrocondy3point0 How's patsy react?

twitchystitch jessica is stubbornly refusing to acknwoeldge obvious patsy is like "SHE'S EVEN PRETTIER THAN I THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE" about to swoon heart eyes ad sclaped hands *clasped

macrocondy3point0 And of course, where there's unrestrained excitement There's Mantis

twitchystitch OOOOH I HADNT EVEN THOUGHT OF HER see after ifrst both of them think something is a bit odd about the sky it's a lovely but unusual shade and then it starts MOVING THAT IS NOT THE SKY THAT ISS A REALLY GIANT LADY

macrocondy3point0 Her hand rushin down to scoop them both up

twitchystitch jessica makes a small startled noise, her skepticism is desperately trying to hold on

twitchystitch patsy is holding onto the nearest bit of finger for dear life they are brought up to m assive face dominated by huge lips which smooch 'em

macrocondy3point0 Shuri was impressive enough, but Someone as curvy as Mantis

twitchystitch "HI NEW FRINEDS!!!"

macrocondy3point0 What sort of thoughts do you think Mantis has about them at first?

twitchystitch "SO SMALL AND SO CUTE!" she instantly picks up on jessica's cynicism and skeptical nature and this makes her sad but it also makes her obligated to get her to be Happy (also consider that promximity to them makes Jessica increasingly strong, that she can do things like make Mantis move

twitchystitch only a tiny bit but still she is now extremely strong

macrocondy3point0 Once the shock wears off, she's gonna HATE it How do you think she first notices?

twitchystitch like first sign is that she pushes on mantis' finger and the finger moves this finger is as long as a continent, possibly jessica notices that as odd but so big that she cant process it but then some other time shel eans on mantis' foot mantis is slightly psuhed aside SHE CANT IGNORE THAT

macrocondy3point0 and that's only after a few minutes exposure An idea It's not just that she's gotten stronger, but that the vast majority of actions take ludicrously few calories to achieve So if doing something like pushing aside Mantis' finger barely burns, say, 10 Most average, everyday activities don't burn any at all

twitchystitch ooooh this sounds really interesting she might be fueled by calorie consumption now but it takes very ltitle to do ANYTHING, as you say so she starts building up a LOT of fat VERY fast

macrocondy3point0 Which in turn means that she holds onto calories REALLY easily

twitchystitch since almsot nothing can burn off an appreciable amount

macrocondy3point0 And since they're in Wakanda and being given food meant for Wakandan women

twitchystitch who are of course huge and strong its far more than she can easily process? LOTS OF WEIGHT

macrocondy3point0 How much do you think she packs on over their first night?

twitchystitch around, say, 50 pounds extra at this point she's cautious about what she eats

macrocondy3point0 (Also) (I bought this WG pack with Jessica and Patsy once, and)

Husky fat Jessica is a major cute

twitchystitch YES i was thinking the same thing?? i have a new favorite thing: Jessica being LArge and happy

Even the first one here is very good

twitchystitch THESE ARE REALLY GOOD TRANSITIONAL PICS chubby jessica is ludicrous degrees of Cute

twitchystitch (now i wonder if anyone has done JEssica devouring Kilgrave; I've a fondness for retributive vore) OMGOSH SHE IS ADORABLE THERE???? why is husky jessica so endearing

twitchystitch in the new turning of the marvel Earth, this is a standard look for models now reporters gotta be CHUB to make an impression

twitchystitch jessica becomign the calmer, more patient one is appealing imagine that as they get ultra husky Jessica becomes a lot more laid back and calmer

twitchystitch while patsy is increasingly less patient and has no more impulse control jessica IS her impulse control

twitchystitch jessica is totally capable of draining inentire kegs with ease now jessica is strong enough to jump to the moon and back with no calorie expenditure she just likes sitting around and not having to do anything

macrocondy3point0 I love it when characters get so big that they don't even need underwear for modesty's sake

twitchystitch SAME after you get to a certain point

twitchystitch underwear is impractical and too confining (your own body mass is your modesty somehow it makes sense to them

macrocondy3point0 Consider Jessica being remarkably cool for her weight Like, she barely produces much body heat So she's very chill to the touch

twitchystitch oooh i like this a lot its a good contrast to the ultra warm giants one time danny made a drink cold by hiding it in her fat folds for a while

macrocondy3point0 Imagine Jessica and Patsy meeting Okoye and Peter

twitchystitch (i have no diea what the defender dynamic is but im forced to assume they now all live together and its like a goofy sitcom) A GREAT DUO MEET UP jessica is stunned at them not just because of the size but because peter is blasting music real loud "HOW DID YOU EVEN GET A MUSIC THING THT BIG" she pauses "WHY IS IT ALL OLD SCHOOL MUSIC"

macrocondy3point0 Honestly, we don't address it much

macrocondy3point0 but those two must look INCREDIBLY lewd to outsiders

twitchystitch two gigantic immensely curvaceous women all dressed in the nude in the LEWD to say nothing of how touchy feely they are weith each other (a fun idea for mixing it up with these concepts; introduce someone who has nothing to do with the situation and how they freak out over the Lewdness) im forced to assume that these two are basically draped over one another

macrocondy3point0 One perfectly smooth, the other exceptionaly hairy Both sweating profusely

twitchystitch perfectly contrasting one another, in polar opposite ways

twitchystitch jessica takes a picture okoye notices the noice and picks them up "And who are you, spying on us?"

macrocondy3point0 the two of them get instantly soaked Is Okoye actually mad at being spied on, or is she teasing?

twitchystitch teasing she only gets mad when it's serious she would be mad at, say, loki showing up to Ruin everything (if you ever need someone to show up and cause trouble for Plot fun, loki is always there to do just that) she's just teasing these tiny new yorkers

macrocondy3point0 Not that she lets on, of course

twitchystitch she enjoys teasing and scaring regular human sized people in the sense of HEIGHT, of course (they're hardly human sized in girth) she gently squeezes them, smirking and combined with her sweat, it makes them all woozy in a pleasant way

macrocondy3point0 How long do you think it takes the two of them to pass the ton mark?

twitchystitch a couple of weeks, as while they retain almost all calories it takes them some time to start getting bigger appetites oens suitable to their station

macrocondy3point0 that's a good cat post

twitchystitch a thing non-cat owners never seem to be told about is how DANG WEIRD cats are at this moment my cat is sitting next to me, guarding my soda SHE IS A STEELY EYED SENTINEL, WHO ONLY OCASIONALLY FLEES FROM HER OWN SHADOW AND SMALL BUGS

macrocondy3point0 I love this AU we've created

twitchystitch it's so nice and full of Goodness got any ideas for an official name for it??

macrocondy3point0 Not really, unfortunately

twitchystitch ah well; if you tihnk of anything, i'm open to ideas~

macrocondy3point0 I'd imagine it takes a while for the two of them to really put on weight Or at least Jessica

macrocondy3point0 i'm thinking Mantis only really makes her stronger and calorie retentive Patsy burns calories at a normal rate, but Wakandan food tastes good

twitchystitch YES its a combination of mantis' feelings on her and jessica's powers making her retain callories patsy is more or less a normal human, minus the alterations but wakandan food is so filling and so good

macrocondy3point0 Jessica might not want to bloat up too fast

twitchystitch (plot twist, one of theire original reasons for closing borders was because they noticed that their food kept making outlanders super chub)

macrocondy3point0 Jessica is straining her clothes, and can go a long time without food So she eats sparsely

twitchystitch every time she does, she gains a notable amount of weight every meal her seams start straining

macrocondy3point0 She doesn't MIND the weight gain, thanks to Mantis' influence But she doesn't really want to burst her clothes

twitchystitch "I like these clothes. They're iconic and shit!" she's trying to moderate her weight gain and she's doing pretty well considering that

macrocondy3point0 (Her rear is always prominently outlined)

twitchystitch well, proximity to mantis and moderation do NOT mix (giant jessica butt is a must)

macrocondy3point0 It's the first thing that starts growing

twitchystitch imagine jessica initially being super smug about her engorging ass and then slightly concerned about how its starting to strain her pants "I like it getting big but... okay, seriously, what the hell?"

macrocondy3point0 When do you think she figures out that it's the food?

twitchystitch i want to say surprisingly like a week in she initially asumes its a weird function of her powers takes her that long to work out that its her food intake causing it

macrocondy3point0 Patsy's own gain probably helps her figure it out

twitchystitch "Okay, me getting fat as hell is one thing and a gifted thing, but patsy's regular human. No one in hell this is just about me."

twitchystitch she dmeands to know what the hell the Wakandans put in their food "the stuff of hopes and dreams" she is told, with a sttraight face (its a matter of national pride to mess with foriegners like thaT) (like australia and drop bears)

macrocondy3point0 (Patsy: Significantly gassier than Jessica?) (Especially given her increasingly short temper and impulse control?)

twitchystitch YES jessica has a LOT of self control patsy has none she will start aruging about something and just

twitchystitch let out a massive belch it is somehow angry

macrocondy3point0 How long does that switch take?

twitchystitch three weeks they get used to the food theier new states of being and the food and new state of mind makes jessica calm down a lot and just sit back while patsy is free to be the loud one with the shift in polinteness going in the world now she adapts not longer there after to being gassy and not caring

macrocondy3point0 For as much as Patsy eats, she's still behind Jessica in overall weight)

twitchystitch yes jessica is just the queen of massive weight patsy could stuff her face nonestop for a whole day and jessica could still make more weight in a signle leisurely meal

macrocondy3point0 She might not eat much, but whenever she does deign to eat, she eats a LOT and since she doesn't use any of it, it all goes to her body

twitchystitch YES table's creak a she eats and her digestive systme converts every gram into more biomass

macrocondy3point0 Patsy becomes incredibly jealous

twitchystitch in their world now, big is the new beautiful

macrocondy3point0 Even though Jessica would like to keep her clothes intact, she also gets a very smug sense of satisfaction in letting Patsy come close to touching her, and then surging ahead with a leisurely breakfast

twitchystitch whether your a giant or a fatblob, hyper curvy milf or just muscular, you gotta get BIG and she is super jealous jessica LOVES winning but she's more quietly smug than outright "AHAH HA" about it patsy seethes with envy wakandan cooks love jessica because she is an excellent taster

macrocondy3point0 I forget, did we decide if Wakandan women are taller on average? Instead of just the royal guard?

twitchystitch i dont think we discussed that but i think its a fine idea; how about the average wakandan woman is upwards of 7 feet but not to the extremes of the reroyal guard?

macrocondy3point0 They tend to baby the two outsiders

twitchystitch they're so small and kind of grumpy and its ADORABLE they can feed them all they want

macrocondy3point0 Even though Jessica can easily bench press ALL of them At once

twitchystitch they enjoy carrying them about like pudgy baskets the entire population of wakanda she could do it (including the giants?)

macrocondy3point0 Possibly would strain her enough to make her actually use all that excess energy

twitchystitch imagine Jessica doing something like punching out a god or similar ultimate foe

twitchystitch and reverting to her original build (she immediately would get back to building up the bulk) (she would probably be considering their Ultimate back up weapon in this case)

macrocondy3point0 Well, in case Mantis doesn't instantly take care of the problem like she does all problems

twitchystitch sometimes she doesn't notice in time or was distracted by a passing bug in her defense, the bug is VERY cute

macrocondy3point0 Imagine Mantis expanding random bugs to massive proportions because she takes a fancy to them for a moment

twitchystitch "LOOK AT THIS CUTE BUG" the ladybug is now the size of a truck or the Helicarrier

macrocondy3point0 I say the latter It's still tiny to Mantis but to everyone else

twitchystitch yes should the bugs have their mannerisms altered? like the bigger they get they become docile

macrocondy3point0 Yes.

twitchystitch giant beetles that people tame and ride like really big ranch animals shield's new base of operations is a very large ladybug

macrocondy3point0 They also become very soft

twitchystitch there's also a giant hive of kaiju ants, even mantis isn't sure why she made Those YES still chitinous but its squishy springy they make soft squeaking sounds

macrocondy3point0 What other sorts do you think she's expanded?

twitchystitch i feel like the uglier or more unlovable it is the more likely she has taken a shine to it and madde it big and Loved mantis is drawn to the things no one else considers

macrocondy3point0 So like?

twitchystitch so like an ACTUAL mantis or two cockroaches scorpions and spiders

macrocondy3point0 The mantises are as big as her

twitchystitch all just sort of roamign the land like mobile pillows with legs

macrocondy3point0 She's fascinated by them

twitchystitch YES they wiggle their antannaes at each other having a thoughtful conversation

twitchystitch "Oh my!" shes ays "how insightufl!"

macrocondy3point0 Their pincers and arms aren't sharp at all anymore Just large masses of squish

twitchystitch they instinctively hug things instead of biting off the heads of meates, they just bonk their heads together Mantis really rubbed off on them

macrocondy3point0 Even the other Guardians think it's just a little weird

twitchystitch "Mantis, we love you and endorse you but the bug thing is... weird, it's just weird, okay?" rocket yells, "THIS ONE IS MAKING GOO GOO EYES AT ME, I SWEAR, IT TOTALLY IS!!!"

macrocondy3point0 She responds by creating big bug friends for all of them

twitchystitch OBVIOUSLY they need to be more familiar with the bugs to love them properly peter: OH GOD THE SPIDER IS IN MY HAIR ITS IN MY HAAAAIR! (im forced to assume that spider man is riding the spider and is just kind of there) everyone gets their own bug friend tthat terrifies them bucky refuses to leave whatever he lives in wakanda HE DIDNT ASK FOR BUGS

macrocondy3point0 He keeps getting more, because Mantis is sad he doesn't like them and keeps sending more

twitchystitch all of them in bucky' house are impossible bugs from the pre-Cambrian era those really REALLY big bugs but

twitchystitch even more onstrous and spooky looking and huge now "YOURE WELCOME" she says cheerfully

macrocondy3point0 But soft

twitchystitch bucky silently vows revenge somhow they are squishy and huggable the bugs are like giant living plushies basically imagine bug themed plushies but Alive, that is what mantis creates

macrocondy3point0 They really just keep going on about their business, but with all their needs permanently taken care of They'll take empathetic impulses from mantis and do what she asks because she asks REALLY nicely

twitchystitch if someone with the right powers asks the bugs, they say they do as she asks because she is so sweet and nice the spiders web people up because clearly they need some nap times the bugs do their best to be Helpful but go about it in weays that tend to annoy people

macrocondy3point0 Imagine that happening to Okoye Standing on duty when a massive squishy spider sneaks up on her and webs her up

twitchystitch she is left trapped and wiggling and ENRAGED bits of her sweat sizzlign throug hthe webs the spider gives her a swing as if to say 'oh come on, you needed a nap'

macrocondy3point0 Imagine their bites being able to calm people down

macrocondy3point0 Mantis basically transforms their venom into feel good juice

twitchystitch I LIKE THIS EVEN MORE scorpions sting peoplee and they fall down, giggling and wobblign cheerfully all venom becomes Happiness

macrocondy3point0 Temporary bloating too

twitchystitch (des tihs effect bug themed heroes too??)

macrocondy3point0 i'd say so

twitchystitch people hit with the venom swell up even ones wheere its just thematic like Ant Man

twitchystitch spider man too scott kisses a date and she bloats up and gets all giggly

macrocondy3point0 Oh my god I love that What happens if he and wasp kiss

twitchystitch MUTUAL BLOAD AND GIGGLY but becacues a wasp's venom is more powerful than an ant's he gets more of it while she starts floating

macrocondy3point0 Do keep going I love this idea

macrocondy3point0 And might even ask for a quick write-up tonight Just because it's so great

twitchystitch i'd be good wit hthat!

macrocondy3point0 Do you think you could? A couple of quick paragraphs at most

twitchystitch like say peter gives MJ a peck on the chee and she starts floating up too, getting super giggly (yes! i could definitely do that!)

macrocondy3point0 I'll leave you to it! sorry

twitchystitch :)

macrocondy3point0 (Be sure they get Big) (Like, a quick peck produces Big) (A deep kiss?)

twitchystitch ULTRA BIG the more passionate and deep the kiss the more big

macrocondy3point0 Scott and Peter have a great power at their disposal

twitchystitch kisses that make BWOOMPH

macrocondy3point0 All thanks to Mantis

twitchystitch more powerful than super strength or size shifting

macrocondy3point0 It makes Peter's dates awkward though Scott mostly does it to Hope

twitchystitch often surprising her with pecks on the cheek her cheeks swell up and her curves swell out before her body expands hugely

macrocondy3point0 She finds it highly endearing

twitchystitch (MJ likes to tease Peter by inviting him to deliver one of those venom smooches)

macrocondy3point0 Also Definitely Black Widow

twitchystitch OH MAN I TOTALLY FROGOT ABOUT HER

twitchystitch YES DEFINITELY her venom kisses are EXTREMELY strong

macrocondy3point0 How much more than Peter or Scott?

twitchystitch hmm lets say that if Scott makes people bouncier and floaty and peter makes them swell out and almost eweightless than natasha renders anyone she kisses into a soft blob that floats completely free of gravity possibly going where she wants them to?

macrocondy3point0 Also, I'd imagine that they take much longer to deflate

twitchystitch yes with it depending on the venom strength of whoever does it

twitchystitch natasha takes the longest for them to deflate

macrocondy3point0 Peter's are quicker, but keeping in with the whole thing about Spider-Man having massive potential, they get big fast

macrocondy3point0 (It does make keeping a secret identity awkward)

twitchystitch just posted! YES he meekly is followed around by a stream of would be girlfriends that are interested in a quick smooch MJ is almost permanently kind of round because she REALLY likes being like this (she ends up developing self inflation powers as a consequnece its just what mantis does to ya

macrocondy3point0 (If I can go for maximum sin?)

macrocondy3point0 (What about Aunt May)

twitchystitch ALSO EFFECTED doesnt matter if the kisses are platonic or not the venom must flow into recipiewnts of affection or teasing, in black widow's case

macrocondy3point0 Who do you think Nat smooches most often?

twitchystitch apart from villains to keep them under control? she smooches hawkeye a lot in a platonic sense

macrocondy3point0 Yeah?

twitchystitch hawkeye ends up floating up even though he's fairly resistent to it through sheer stubbornness (hulk would also be effected

twitchystitch through sheer vulnerability to genuine affection

macrocondy3point0 But yes, aunt may

twitchystitch what if the kisses go both ways? like if they are kissed the effect happens so she gives peter an affectionate peck and starts swelling

macrocondy3point0 Which is especially cute given how slender and sinewy he usually is

twitchystitch YES

macrocondy3point0 Imagine if the first time he found out about Mantis' effect was giving Aunt May a good night kiss

macrocondy3point0 and the sheer SHOCK of it

twitchystitch getting him with his own venom? YES he comes to the compelte strong conclusion HE HAS DOOM KISS POWERS he declares he must remain forever celibate

macrocondy3point0 And yet

twitchystitch this lasts all of six hours when MJ pops up in the morning for a 'SUP SUP' smooch

macrocondy3point0 She doesn't know yet, but she kisses him full on the lips the second she sees him (She rushed in so fast, she didn't even notice Aunt May still floating on the ceiling)

twitchystitch aunt may is just "??????" just finding out he was Spider Man was enough of a shock and since MJ gets a full lip kiss the effect is much strongero n her

macrocondy3point0 Of course since it calms her down, she doesn't mind too much

twitchystitch she goes straight to full balloon VERY quickly MJ is DELIGHTED "SHIT ive never felt GIDDY before, this is frickin sweet"

macrocondy3point0 They run out of room VERY fast and she's still inflating

macrocondy3point0 Peter is MORTIFIED

twitchystitch he is pressed between a wall and MJ's expanding body (which she finds very pleasing indeed)

macrocondy3point0 Neither of them leaves until she starts deflating by like noon By which time she's already clammoring for more and eager to tell EVERYONE

twitchystitch by this point manits power's are doing enough weird things that the city just rolls with it and SHE GRABS PETER: "AGAIN, DUDE, AGAIN!!!" she busts into school, significnatly larger than before and yells

twitchystitch "SUP SUP GUESS WHAT PETE DOES NOW!"" he is mortifeied beyond measure

macrocondy3point0 Guess what you just did

macrocondy3point0 You just convinced me that needs its own mini-story

twitchystitch !!! THIS PLEASES ME

macrocondy3point0 Significantly larger MJ dragging peter into school, loudly announcing what he can do, and getting him to kiss as many girls as possible Think you can?

twitchystitch (i am seriously all about MJ developing inflate powers as a result too) YES I DEFINITELY CAN

twitchystitch mind sending in a prompt for that?

macrocondy3point0 Sent

twitchystitch AWESOME

macrocondy3point0 Looking forward to it (YOu think you could make notes about her voice and bounciness?)

twitchystitch -thumbs up!- my energy for talks feels pretty much spent for the day

macrocondy3point0 sorry

twitchystitch mind if i go off now?

macrocondy3point0 I don't mind but like

macrocondy3point0 This new direction has me VERY enthused sorry

twitchystitch (I can definitely do that!) its cool like having more suggestions for stuff would also be good for the writing of that

macrocondy3point0 I might send like five or six because i have so many ideas

twitchystitch (i glad i can help you come up with stuff that gets you so enthused, too!)

twitchystitch THESE ARE ALL GOOD go right ahead! heck whenever i give you an idea u got open permission to send it in

macrocondy3point0 Before you go, one more thing how often does MJ smooch Peter, and is the effect any different than when he smooches her?

twitchystitch hmmm i say that MJ is EXYREMEELY smoochy with peter it makes him floaty and get very rounded she loves doing this and then hugging him its like turning him into al iving plush

macrocondy3point0 Good thing he has his webs to pull himself along

twitchystitch sometimes she walks around, using his web as a leash or towline to keep him coming along

macrocondy3point0 Mantis bringing world peace leads to a lot of situations like this

twitchystitch all over the world sudden swells of bizarre and new powers makign everyone Happy

macrocondy3point0 Former heroes using their powers for weird things like this (Honestly, Peter spends more time bloated than MJ)

twitchystitch A world of Strangeness but Happiness

macrocondy3point0 (She's very dominant)

twitchystitch YES because she is so kissy and domineering

twitchystitch just grabbing him and smooching him until he bloats up

macrocondy3point0 she definitely loves doing it to random people too

twitchystitch i super endorse this dynamic sure she can inflate herself but she loves making other people puffed and floating and happy

macrocondy3point0 Do you think his venom is more potent if he releases it while inflated?

twitchystitch YES if he kisses while inflated people dont just go straight to balloon

twitchystitch but become much much larger

macrocondy3point0 MJ definitely loves getting kisses from him while he's blown up

twitchystitch imagine her clinging to him and recieving dozens of kisses

macrocondy3point0 (Does she have any cute nicknames for him?)

twitchystitch and as she swelled bigger and keeps him right against her body she calls him thigs like balloon boy, puffed up pete, puffy, things of that narure if its balloon or smooch related she's made a pun nickname for him

macrocondy3point0 (Also) (everyone with this power)

macrocondy3point0 (Massive lips)

twitchystitch YES, OF COURSE gigantic lips are one of my jams MJ typically puffs up her lips to large size even normally but anyone who gets hit by this especially if kissed

macrocondy3point0 Great on girls, great on boys

twitchystitch because the venom first goes to the lips gigantic pfufy smooching lips

macrocondy3point0 Peter becoming highly dependent on MJ

twitchystitch !!!! THIS IS AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT ADDITION

twitchystitch he becomes extremely fidgety and distressed wtihout an MJ kiss every few hours

macrocondy3point0 It probably takes a while though Like, she spends more time heavily inflated at first

twitchystitch im thinking that eventually, even her default is super curvy and puffy by this world's standards

macrocondy3point0 Because of how much she likes the sensation

twitchystitch YES

macrocondy3point0 How so?

twitchystitch even after she discovers that she enjoys pumping others up, she spends a lot of time like that LIKE SAY she is always at least a bit balloonified, so that her curves are puffed up huge lips, gigantic curves, a tendency to float when she walks

twitchystitch a surprisingly high pitched voice

macrocondy3point0 Of course, even though she's perfectly capable of doing so herself

twitchystitch when she hugs you, you sink into her

macrocondy3point0 she absolutely loves using Peter for it

twitchystitch yes she grabs him, pulls him into a kiss "It's mroe fun this way, ain't it Pete?" SMOOCH PUFF UP

macrocondy3point0 No I mean, to inflate other people

twitchystitch THAT TOO she yanks people in pushes them into a kiss with him and then they are orb shaped and floating up all giddy idea, some of that happiness is always transfered to MJ she gets giggly as an after effect

macrocondy3point0 This is all very good. (She probably insists on keeping him in a stretchy spider-man outfit at all times) (Just so everyone knows exactly what she has)

twitchystitch yes! its like he's wearing a sign she can pointe to and yell "LOOKIT MY MAN" its also convenient for the bwoomphing up

macrocondy3point0 It's been like a week since Peter wasn't floating. He finds that distantly concerning, but not too much.

twitchystitch it just feels too good to be a REAL bother and MJ likes it so he's happy with it

macrocondy3point0 what do you think becomes of Gwen?

twitchystitch i want to say she becomes MJ's partner in, if not crime, inflatation shennaigans

twitchystitch the more reserved and sweet one about it while MJ is more domineering about it

macrocondy3point0 She's usually riding on top of Peter

twitchystitch in er defense it is very very comfy up there peter doesnt mind whatever makes the girls happy makes him content

macrocondy3point0 What's his diameter on average anyways?

twitchystitch 12 foot diameter, maybe?

macrocondy3point0 Makes it rather difficult getting him inside

twitchystitch sure they could deflate him but

twitchystitch MJ gets mad at the notion HER PRECIOUS PARKER NOT BEING PUMPED UP AND HAPPY SHE WILL DESTROY WHOEVER SAID THAT but first she has to get him inside gwen and MJ just trying to shove hi mthrough the doorway, he squeaks al ot

macrocondy3point0 Fortunately, anyone who gets pumped up is quite malleable

twitchystitch they're almost like living huggable clay mj likes to sqush his cheeks until he giggles in this case, he rapidly ends up cube shaped

macrocondy3point0 So they're able to just

twitchystitch because of doorway

macrocondy3point0 stuff him through the door They also reassume their normal spherical form after a time Thing is most rooms aren't really large enough to let him do that so he winds up squishing up against stuff

twitchystitch their bodies tremble and eventually pop back into shape the rooms are just full of peter mj prefers to sleep like this now, with him as the bed or blanket

macrocondy3point0 gently kissing various parts of him for extra soft

twitchystitch its like kneading

twitchystitch but more fun for her

macrocondy3point0 This wasn't what he epected his life to be like when he started superheroing But it's nice

twitchystitch he didnt expect to get a girlfriend adn now he has MJ who is VERY nice and makes him happy

macrocondy3point0 Do you think she likes to mess with Aunt May too

twitchystitch yep! its more like good natured pranking aunt may isnt sure what she expected from what is basically gonna be her daughter in law

macrocondy3point0 Is there any difference in the way Gwen and MJ puff up?

twitchystitch i feel like MJ does it more gradualy; a bit of her arm here, her face there

twitchystitch its like a transformation sequence gwen likes to do it all at once if she can

macrocondy3point0 And their final forms?

twitchystitch but smoothly, while MJ's actual growth is abrupt hmmm i'm thinking that Gwen is a full round balloon while MJ is powerfu lenoguh that she can retain roughly human form, it's just well, extremely plush she CAN become a clasiscal round balloon if she feels like it, too

macrocondy3point0 All this inflating definitely pushes up their average heights if they ever return to fully deflated forms

twitchystitch YES how tall are you thinking

macrocondy3point0 Like 20 foot at least For all three

twitchystitch OOOOH YES (ironically a long time ago i contemplated mary jane having giantification powers) MJ is often at this huge size when she can, since she spends so much time a little bit inflated gwen a little bit less while Peter spends so much time inflated he has no idea of his new size until he is deflate

macrocondy3point0 Peter's likely tallest of the lot, really

twitchystitch and ironically the most submissive and totally devoted to their whims

macrocondy3point0 he never really stood a chance MJ is just too forceful a personality

twitchystitch she basically sat down, put her arm around him and said "yo you're my boy now" and he was like "okay" THIS IS HIS LIFE NOW

macrocondy3point0 and that was BEFORE all this

twitchystitch (i am EXTREMELY on board for this MJ/Peter dynamic) now he is literally living on a tether by her hand and very cool with it, too

macrocondy3point0 She's the one who wears the webshooters now They're the only way she has enough leverage to properly drag him along

twitchystitch "she's the one who wears the webshooters" is like code for dominance and he is the first one to insist that of course she ought to do it imagine her webbing his wrist and tugging him along "Cmon pete, we got places to be" (he sometimes catcheis himself about to say 'yes ma'am)

macrocondy3point0 What's an average day look like for them?

twitchystitch they head out, doing thier thing, going to get food and make sure all three of them are fed up with peter floating by on MJ's wrist usually she feeds him by hand because he's EXTREMELY passive

macrocondy3point0 MJ tips their servers with kisses

macrocondy3point0 they normally dont' complain

twitchystitch hard to complain when you get puffed up and full of JOY from it! then they usually wind up in the first adventure of the day such as herding giant beetles which are clogging up traffic

macrocondy3point0 oooh yeah They still get involved in various superheroics But it's more of the "solve a nuisacne" variety than fighting villains

twitchystitch exaclty!! oen time a whole bunch of balloon people got stuck and the job was to

twitchystitch figure out a way to get them to be unstuck

macrocondy3point0 MJ's solution was to make Peter REALLY big and then use his mass to shove them out into the open and tether them down until they deflated

twitchystitch YES she gave him a strong push and it was like shot-putting (this should be a sport) (bowling with giant puffed ups)

macrocondy3point0 Imagine their team-ups with Scott and Hope

twitchystitch technically its the Bug Team up but everyone knows its the smoochy puffing kiss guys and the ladies who give thme thier marching orders

macrocondy3point0 Hope allows scott to keep his form most of the time

macrocondy3point0 She's the one who gets puffed up most often Because she's a LOT better at using her body while in that state

twitchystitch her wasp powers make her good at navigating while in that state

macrocondy3point0 Scott tends to get overwhelmed by the euphoria

twitchystitch (also her wasp stings make peopel puff up too) IDEA SCOTT TENDS TO randomly switch size while puffed up one second he might go sub atomic in giddiness the next become a hundred feet high still orb-shaped either way

macrocondy3point0 You see why she doesn't trust him with it And prefer he smooch her into enormity

twitchystitch "Clearly im the only one that can be trsusted with this power" she say as she pulls him into a kiss that leaves her the size of a building and shockingly fleet for her size

macrocondy3point0 are there any meaningful differences between scott and peter's kisses?

twitchystitch HMMM i'd say that scott's kisses take place immediately, while peter's take a longer time to happen (additionally scott is more of a lovestruck fool everytime he smooches while peter is just going with whatever's happening

macrocondy3point0 Imagine the two of them interacting

twitchystitch they might be in balloon form or not but peter is like just swooning over them, while otherwise just sort of he sits and wobbles like he's grooving to inaudible music scott does his best to act like a big brother while a bit miffed that peter is technically more experienced with this than he is now

macrocondy3point0 still, if hope says no, it MEANS no (A great idea)

twitchystitch Hope's word, as far as he's concerned is much worse than the word of deities because

macrocondy3point0 (Jessica comes back) (MJ spies her)

twitchystitch her retribution is more swift and mad

macrocondy3point0 (Instant infatuation)

twitchystitch YES MJ takes one look at this Cool Badass and just heart eyes (IMAGINE MJ HAVING A POSTER OF HER EVEN BEFORE THIS HAPPENED

macrocondy3point0 how big would she be by the time she returns?

twitchystitch Jesisca: when the hell did they make posters of me??? her weight is probably

twitchystitch incalculablew by mundane means shei s SO heavy that her legs shouldn't be able to move at all but she's so strong it doesn't matter she just uses hoverchairs and doesn't care (if she's no talelr than before, than MJ will be 20 feet tall and able to pick her up squish hug that sounds ADORABLE

macrocondy3point0 the shock of what she saw in Wakanda means she's not TOO Surprised by what's going on here, but It's still a little eyebrow raising especially since she doesn't remember this spider guy being a big-lipped puffball

twitchystitch MJ is like "She is so HUGE, like its if you turned one of my balloon guys into solid fat... I LOVE HER."

twitchystitch jessica is like "I rmemeber you being a guy in way too much trouble WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED" peter points vaugely at MJ "she told me to smooch her" jessica: that explains fuck all peter: -shrugs-

macrocondy3point0 Jessica's probably wide enough to fill up a street

twitchystitch the streets shake when she walks

macrocondy3point0 and given that we said she was strong enough to move Mantis' finger on her first day of knowing her, a few months in Wakanda have made her POWERFUL

twitchystitch partly from the force of how much strength she exerts to move a sinclge stpe

twitchystitch NOW IF SHE WANTED TO she could probably kick the earth out of orbit she makes canon hulk look puny (IRONICALLY)

macrocondy3point0 And yet very chill about it

twitchystitch she's the most powerful Gifted in the world but she doesn't flaunt it or brag about it or ever really show it she's cool enoguh to know she doesn't need to show off

macrocondy3point0 She's ALSO not immune to a good smooching

twitchystitch MJ suddenly materializing 20 feet of lovestruck fangirl SMOOHC and jessica is puffing up

macrocondy3point0 those enormous lips smothering her head And pumping her entire body full of venom

twitchystitch her first thought is what the heck right after that as those lips are so soft

macrocondy3point0 Question is, is that enough to generate lift?

twitchystitch and the breath so nice

macrocondy3point0 Given her sheer weight

twitchystitch she thinks "...hey... that's kind of... nice..." and PPOMPH HMMM it does sound appealing for Jessica to be ballooned but so heavy she remained groundbound? imagine the huge bloaty fat ball still on the ground

macrocondy3point0 How MUCH does she expand though?

twitchystitch im imagining her fat spreading out so its something like a rather lumpy pancake OR, possibly

twitchystitch her body expanded to the point where her fat becomes a smooth orb the latter is obviously gonna be MUCH larger

macrocondy3point0 so you know which I prefer It's still very much got the texture and consistentcy of flab, but compeltely rounded out And yet STILL not enough to make her float It's like she's full of heavy gases

twitchystitch YES i like this some flying type people land in her sink in and are lost for hours

twitchystitch its liek quicksand but harmless and soft and fun

macrocondy3point0 MJ has wasp airlift her to a more open area

twitchystitch Jessica likes the opportunity to spread out not so much MJ making constant HORRIBLE PUNS at jssica's expense but she can live with it

macrocondy3point0 oooh what sort of HORRIBLE PUNS?

twitchystitch like say "This place looks great, Jess. Feel like 'spreading out'?" "Yeah sure" she says as she flattens

twitchystitch expanding outwards "that sounds like-" she stops the pun hit her "GODDAMIT, MJ."

macrocondy3point0 Imagine Mary Jane becoming damned and determiend to figure out what it takes to get her off the ground

twitchystitch do they need to get ever flyer on earth lifting her? A REALLY big helicarrier? the mother of all repulsor engines? she WILL FIND A WAY

twitchystitch SHE WILL GET THAT GIRL AIRBORNE

macrocondy3point0 I mean more how many kisses does it take To get a jessica balloon floating

twitchystitch MJ is willing to find out at least a hundred? each one smothering jessica's increasingly large face in MJ lip prints she is gonna test the HELL out of that

macrocondy3point0 How's Jess feel about that?

twitchystitch initially annoyed

twitchystitch but the kisses feel so NICE

macrocondy3point0 (Also, some of those kisses are DEFINITELY from Peter)

twitchystitch she starts swooning but she still acts

macrocondy3point0 (Especially since his are more potent)

twitchystitch reluctantly grumpy imagine peter and MJ smooching her from either side of her face like two fairies kissing a giant while JEssica pretends she's not flattered "yeah yeah, do whatever you guys feel like..."

macrocondy3point0 Oh my god

macrocondy3point0 Just had an idea Imagine Jessica idly talking about Wakanda and all the things she saw over there, and specifically bringing up the giant insect population And what she saw a spider doing to Okoye once and MJ starting to put things together in her head regarding Peter If ONE spider-bite made him Spider-Man...

twitchystitch OOOOOOOOH "So... what would ANOTHER do??" she asks with a devilish grin

macrocondy3point0 From THAT kind of spider

twitchystitch THE GIANT HUGGY SPIDER

macrocondy3point0 Peter's too caught up in smooching jessica to notice they're talking about him

twitchystitch jessica: Hey. happy dude. They're talking about you. PEter: ...whaaat... -smooching sounds-

macrocondy3point0 Imagine how chilly Jessica's body must be at that scale

twitchystitch soothing and cool just like jessica hereslf says MJ being a total DWEEB jessica just GROANS

macrocondy3point0 Assuming she CAN make Jessica float

macrocondy3point0 how big will she get by that point?

twitchystitch .... CITY SIZED?

macrocondy3point0 Imagine how ridiculously puffy her face would be by that point

twitchystitch just a mass of soft, her eyes not even visible dominated by a gargantuan pair of lips

macrocondy3point0 The sudden jolt of movement when she takes off, though

twitchystitch SHE IS ABOVE THE GROUND ITS GETTING BELOW HER

twitchystitch "SHIT I FORGOT WHAT MOMENTUM FELT LIKE?!"

macrocondy3point0 She'd also have to be in a RIDICULOUSLY good mood

twitchystitch to others she looks pretty mild but to anyone who knows her the faint smile and ocasional giggle SHE IS NONSTOP ULTRA HAPPY the rest of the Defenders do a spit take at this with perfect unison

macrocondy3point0 How long does it take, do you think?

twitchystitch to get off the ground or to reach this size?

macrocondy3point0 Well, they both come with one another

twitchystitch with her sheer size it takes her several days to clear the ground comepletely

twitchystitch after peter is introduced to the giant spider (he and the spdier spend a long time just talking to each other, somehow he says 'you dont just smooch at the start of a date') and he returns with buffed spider powers

macrocondy3point0 you know that MJ takes them all to Wakanda To show off what she's done with Jessica

twitchystitch it still takes a week of work or so to start pumping up jessica to floating size

macrocondy3point0 (Imagine Okoye and Peter being puffier than when she left thanks to that spider)

twitchystitch IMAGINE MJ REACTING TO SHURI AND OKOYE YES

twitchystitch okoye now looks utra thicc thanks to the puffiness while peter quill is almost mega chub from thep uffiness massive lips for both all the better for smooching each other up

macrocondy3point0 Okoye's slope downwards and rest upon her chest

twitchystitch SHE HAS THE MOST IMPRESSIVE PUFF SMOOCHES peter's face can fit between 'em qulll, specifically all of peter parker can vanishe between her lips

macrocondy3point0 Also, even though Okoye has been bitten more often by the spider trying to force her to rest, Peter has more of an allergic reation So she spends a lot of time just sort of lying down, rocking back and forth in her own softness

twitchystitch she is literally allergic to calming down the spider looms over them approvingly peter rocking in her own massive body (whoop, i am feeling tired - u -

macrocondy3point0 OK, last thing I swear Compared to the stature we left her lift, muscled with a massive gut, how much has Okoye puffed up?

twitchystitch NMMMHMMM

twitchystitch i feel that she looks VERY thicc overall due to thep uffing? it looks rather MILFy with her curves and softness HOWEVER she's still got a ton of muscle on open display she's just enormously squsihy to boot even her muscle is soft to the touch

macrocondy3point0 that puffiness doesn't JUST amplify fat after all

twitchystitch you poke, you sink into it ultra soft puff effect

macrocondy3point0 (What about her nipples?)

twitchystitch i lowkey love puff nipples permanently engorged maybe super big relative to her boob size?

macrocondy3point0 oh?

twitchystitch her nips being very big relative to her boobs, always making indents against whatever is covering her boobs if her hair is down and long enoguh to go there you can still make out the nips against her hair

macrocondy3point0 well, if she had hair

twitchystitch sometimes she pokes them and her finger sinks in

twitchystitch (CANT BELEIVE I FORGOT)

macrocondy3point0 How big have her breasts gotten anyways? Because I was thinking for all her growth they initially remained modest But with this...

twitchystitch quill routinely swoons over her hmm consider some boob growth as a result of th espider's attention bringing out some of her maternal side and thus, boob size her boobs might still be modest by the new standareds of growth like maybe bigger than her head?

macrocondy3point0 They slope to the side because of the sheer mass of her belly

twitchystitch if thats not too small YES she seems a bit proud of how powerfu her stomach is that even boobs like hers are forced aside by its mass

macrocondy3point0 It DEFINITELY rests on the ground now

twitchystitch still got muscle on it she effortlessly moves because of pure Strength

macrocondy3point0 Also, idea Her butt is where the spider bites her most often, so that has gotten particularly big

twitchystitch YES her butt is almost as big as her belly?

twitchystitch (ultra soft and squishy quill sleeps on it most of nights

macrocondy3point0 like she wouldn't adore smothering her with it

twitchystitch imagine okoye just leanign back, massive butt pressing into quill' whole body with a smug smirk all the while

macrocondy3point0 which is impressive, given how much quill has puffed up she basically has parade float proportions now

twitchystitch she even floats up with movements, now and then she can float right into Okoye's arms

macrocondy3point0 why is it that the spider bites her too anyways?

twitchystitch spreading the love it felt bad that quill wasn't getting bites too insufficiently puffy

macrocondy3point0 (Also, while they've gotten big from multiple bites, don't forget that they get HUGE when bitten)

twitchystitch YES

macrocondy3point0 (And loving wrapped up in spider webs)

twitchystitch like a single spider bite will cause massive growth in the associated area the spider is like a therapist, will web you up and bite you until you are calm and in a position to discuss things imagine the puffed upe peopel being all wrapped up and loving it squeeing happily at the wraps

macrocondy3point0 (Ball Okoye)

twitchystitch she swells up into a massive round shape that peter can hug

macrocondy3point0 No more border guarding puffy nap time~

twitchystitch she just yawns rolls against peter

macrocondy3point0 (Of course it's less a ball and more a ball with three massive boulders)

twitchystitch dozes off the boulders make for more leverage! and more squish for naps

macrocondy3point0 Peter usually winds up bitten in her sleep and wakes up surprised that she can't move while Okoye is slowly deflating

twitchystitch that spider is super fussy when it comes to them it wants them to haev a balance of snuggle

macrocondy3point0 imagine peter's hairs puffing up too~

twitchystitch becoming a big, squishy mass, perhaps? rising up over her head, almost poofed up squishy to the touch

macrocondy3point0 well her body hair too

twitchystitch a fine layer of squish all over her body

macrocondy3point0 does anything happen with their sweating?

twitchystitch the sweat becoming like bubbles that float up and go on until they hit something Consider: the sweat causing mild puffing in whatever they hit

macrocondy3point0 wakanda is coated in them

twitchystitch literal pockets of swelling all over wakanda trees puffed up cliffsides that are more misty than usual because sweat bubbles popped and are reaining down mist turning whatever it tocuhes into Soft

macrocondy3point0 Okoye simply rubs the slope of her belly and looks out over the scope of the nation

macrocondy3point0 nodding to herself

twitchystitch she sees the gentled, puffed sight of the land and she thinks

"i have done good things"

macrocondy3point0 and then CHOMP

twitchystitch SPIDER THINKS SHE NEEDS MORE HAPPY the spider deserves to be its own character

macrocondy3point0 OK, very very last thing, I swear, then I let you go Sorry to keep extending this but it's so good (Peter - puffing - bulge -how much?)

twitchystitch > u <

twitchystitch MAXIMUM BULGE (ALL THE BULGE SIZE I SAY

macrocondy3point0 HOW MUCH

twitchystitch HOW ABOUT big as okoye's belly?

macrocondy3point0 Jesus how do they keep him modest?

twitchystitch HMMMM either the local fabrics are really, REALLY stretchy or with his current mindset he doesn't mind so much and

twitchystitch MJ is proud of what she has made (assuming that this is Spider Man Peter, not peter quill?

macrocondy3point0 it's often the tether point for webs yes

twitchystitch MJ: LOOK AT MY DUDE~! peter: -has just enough sheepishness to blush-

macrocondy3point0 Modesty's long out the window, and MJ wants to show off EVERYTHING she's got

twitchystitch she probably wears very little especially when puffed up because of this same pride peter is an extension of that

macrocondy3point0 is it usually flaccid or erect?

twitchystitch typically flaccid he's usually too chill to have a strong reaction otherwise MJ prides herself on able to get a Reaction out of him she says with lots of eyebrow wiggling

macrocondy3point0 Jessica's VERY impressed by it

twitchystitch "Holy shit." she gives a thumbs up at MJ

macrocondy3point0 a very slow, squeaky thumbs up

twitchystitch she doesnt move much but its so impressive that she just has to do SOMETHING

macrocondy3point0 MJ often angles him so she can sleep on it

twitchystitch (WHY IS THAT SUCH A CUTE IMAGE)

macrocondy3point0 what exactly does MJ do to get a reaction?

twitchystitch soetimes its as subtle as winking at him or puffing herselfe up to a size that he can see easily and sliding herself against him but she's not much for subtlety normally so its often things like just kissing him in a non-puffing up way the slightest tocuh from her can have a STRONG reaction from him

macrocondy3point0 how much does it expand?

twitchystitch well going by how that Okoye belly size is flaccid state lets say it gets at least a third larger? (possibly when its just a small reaction)

macrocondy3point0 peter squeaking meekly

twitchystitch (IT GOT MORE ADORABLE)

macrocondy3point0 jessica getting to watch the whole thing

twitchystitch MJ just grinning wickedly jessica raising her eyebrows very slightly

macrocondy3point0 he really is just her boy toy this is very good

twitchystitch boy toy peter being totally dominated by MJ is my new favorite thing i did not even know i wanted more of this but now i really do

#Extended conversations #twitchystitch #Marvel Growth AU

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feelsgood-anon · 7 years ago

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Eros - Bar AU [Season 2] Chapter 5, Part 1

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU. IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!

PG13+ FOR SWEARIN’ AND BOOZIN’.

[Season 1]

[Season 2] | Prologue | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5p1 | Ch. 5p2 |

“Boss, can I go home early? This place is dead.” Red groaned as he started to shine the glasses behind the bar for the third time, “You don’t really need me here, yeah?” Zen sighed loudly, “I honestly would let you, but since it is an easy night, I need to try to catch up on some paperwork. Keep an eye out while I’m in the office?”

Red mumbled an ‘okay’ and walked out from behind the bar, deciding to go chat with a few customers at the tables.

Duckie looked up from the books and papers that he had sprawled in front of him, waving to Zen, “Hey, could I get a beer before you leave?” “Sure thing, bud. Why are you studying here anyway?” Zen asked as he poured the drink, “Wouldn’t you be able to focus more at home?” “Well, I have a test tomorrow and I don’t want to get distracted by my games. Plus, it’s pretty quiet here so I can study just fine!” Zen furrowed his brow as he slid the glass towards the blonde, “Everyone keeps reminding me that it’s slow today. It will pick up in a few hours! The night is still young.” “Let’s hope so. I could be working on an essay right now,” Sunny yawned as she had set herself the task to neatly fold all the napkins, “I hate boring nights like these.”

Jingle~! “Good evening, everyone.”

“Sugar!” He raised a brow, looking around at the nearly empty space, “One of those nights?”

“Gahh!” Zen exclaimed, throwing his towel into the air, “I’ll be in the office.” Sugar sat at the bar, watching Zen storm off, “And why is he in a mood?” “He’s being sensitive about the lack of customers. Maybe he’s just getting the itch, eh? I read that people going through recovery can have anxious moments.” Red replied as he came back around to serve Sugar wine, “He’ll be fine.” They both turned when they heard Zen yell something intangible, a sleepy looking Cannon being pushed out the door. He rubbed his eyes, making his way towards the bar top, “Man, he can really kill a good nap.” “Perhaps you shouldn’t be sleeping while on the clock.” Sugar said flatly, sipping at his wine, “I wouldn’t be so thrilled either.” “It’s not like I’m needed out here. Sunny can handle two tables.” Cannon sneered. “And me!” Duckie said excitedly, “I’m here too!”

“You don’t count, dumb ass. You could probably just fill your own glass of beer.” Cannon rolled his eyes, “I meant real customers.”

“Hey, he is a real customer! Don’t give Duckie a hard time!” Sunny chimed in, frowning as she put her arm around Duckie’s shoulders, “Cut him some slack, eh?” Cannon pursed his lips, shrugging, “Whatever.”

Sugar chuckled, “My my...aren’t we submissive today?”

“Shut up! What’s the point in arguing with her, anyway? She’s usually right!” Cannon retorted, crossing his arms. Sunny’s eyes lit up, “You think so? That’s so sweet of you to say!” She moved towards him and put a hand on his shoulder, “See how easy it is to be nice?” “It’s easy to be nice to you…” Cannon muttered under his breath. Sugar’s eyes snapped towards him, smirking as he finally understood what was going on, “Hmm...anyways, I wonder where Clicks is. We were suppose to go to a gallery opening tonight. It’s not like him to be late.” “With Goldie being on a rampage? I would guess he got caught trying to pry her off of him.” Red said, refilling Sugar’s glass, “Of all people, you know how she gets.” Sugar rubbed at his temples as a slight irritation started to cross him, “Don’t remind me. I want to have a relaxing night tonight.” Duckie cleared his throat, frowning at both of them, “Hey, I’m right here, you know.” “I am aware, Duckie. I would assume you would recognize that she acts inappropriately with Clicks. There is no excuse for how she treats him at times.” Duckie let out a sigh, “I know she can do weird things when she’s stressed, but it doesn’t mean that I like when you guys talk so badly about her. She’s my cousin, after all. And she’s done a lot for me! It’s okay if you don’t like her, but could you guys could not be so mean when I’m around?”

“Let’s talk about something else, then!” Sunny clapped her hands, “We could play a game! How about charades? That's a fun one!”

Cannon rolled his eyes once more, “That is the dumbest game. Why do you just want to look like a fool in front of everyone?”

Sunny swatted Cannon away, “Oh shush. Okay, I'll go first!” she stepped back, facing Duckie. She held up three fingers.

“Three words!” Duckie exclaimed excitedly as he played along with her.

She nodded, holding her hand out flat. With her other hand she began making a scooping motion.

“Digging? Rowing? You're rowing a boat?”

She shook her head, then making the scooping motion towards her mouth. Her lips opened wide to accentuate the chewing process, her head bobbing up and down.

“Uhh, dancing? Head bobbing to a beat?”

She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head once more. She held up two fingers, pointing to them.

“Second word?”

She nodded happily, wrapping her arms around her chest. Rubbing her arms up and down her biceps, she shivered violently.

“You're having a seizure.” Sugar scoffed as he interjected. Sunny turned towards him and frowned, “No!” whirling back towards Duckie, she started shivering again.

“Cold? Freezing?”

She nodded, moving her hands for him to continue with that train of thought.

“Mmm...ice? Snow?”

“Yes!” She shouted, but pursed her lips as she was supposed to be silent. She held up three fingers then.

“Third word!”

Sunny held her arms out, curling her hands into a cylindrical shape. She pretended to squeeze a bit, using one hand to motion something coming out and spraying into her face.

Zen had come out of his office then to witness this, freezing in place as he saw her gestures. Cannon had a hand covering as much of his flushed face as possible.

“A water hose spraying you in the face…?” Duckie guessed.

“That's what some would call it, I suppose.” Sugar mused as he took great enjoyment at how the rest of them were interpreting her.

“Ugh!” Sunny dropped her hands, thinking of how else she could do it. She perked, holding her hand out once more as if she were gripping something. She licked the air, eyes lighting up as if she were enjoying a treat. She faked a frown, making gestures as if something were dripping. Dropping her head, she again licked the air as if she were lapping up whatever was falling.

“Sunny!” Zen exclaimed, his own cheeks starting to turn bright pink.

“What?” She asked when she turned to him, “We’re playing charades!”

“What were you acting out?” Cannon squeaked, the color of his face almost matching his hair color.

Sugar cleared his throat, “Eating ice cream.”

“Yeah!” Sunny cheered, “He got it!”

“That's one lucky ice cream…” Zen muttered under his breath.

“Huh?” She wanted to question him more but noticed a table of hers waving he over, “Oh, I'll be right back! You guys decide who's next!”

Once she walked off, Cannon squirmed and quickly made his way out from the bar, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Shit, I might have to as well.” Zen replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “How clueless can she be?”

“Perhaps you are just too perverted? It was obvious what she was doing and knowing how innocent she is, you shouldn't have let your mind fall to the gutter,” Sugar responded as he pushed his empty glass towards the edge.

Zen went to refill the glass but Sugar refused, “I won't be here for long. Clicks should be here any moment. You haven't heard from him, have you?”

“Not today. I know you two had a date tonight but you're old enough to not need a chaperone on your ass.” Zen replied as he took the glass to the sink, “Where are you guys going again?”

“A friend of his is debuting their art in a gallery tonight and he asked me to join him. You're still invited if you'd like to come. A three way date would be more fun than this place tonight.”

Zen scrunched his nose in distaste, “No thanks. That's not my thing. A lot of people talking about subjects I don't know and being expected to act high class. There's a reason why I own a bar,” He held his arms out to the tables, “This is my crowd.”

“It's a small crowd you surround yourself with,” Sugar joked, “Anyhow, the offer is still open. If he ever shows up, that is.” He checked his wristwatch before glancing at his phone, “If he is being held up by that blasted woman, it won't be a pleasant night from him.”

Sunny came back around, pointing to Duckie, “since you lost you have to act! Watch out, I'm really good at guessing!”

Duckie let out a sigh and stood up, “Okay, but I'm not that great. I'll give it a try!”

***********

A few hours passed and Sunny had managed to get everyone in on the game, yet all Sugar could do was constantly look at his phone. He slowly became more angry as the time went by, fully convinced that he was stood up due to Goldie.

“The nerve of him!” Sugar exclaimed loudly, the entire staff jumping at his voice, “I am this close to going to his apartment and dragging him out to the street by his neck!”

“Calm down, Sugar. He probably has a good excuse. Or at least...a reason.” Zen chirped as he filled a glass of wine and handed it over, “Just relax!”

“How can I relax when-” Sugar was cut off as his phone rang. Seeing Clicks’ name on the screen he picked it up promptly, “Where the hell are you? I've been waiting at Eros for hours.” He answered sternly. His eyebrow twitched as the familiar female voice spoke on the other line. “What? You have to make his phone calls for him now as well?”

All color drained from the man’s face as Goldie hysterically spoke. “An accident? How...what hospital did they take him to? I’ll be there soon.”

At the mention of hospitals, Zen immediately slid over towards Sugar, “What's going on?”

Sugar downed the entire glass of wine that Zen had previously set in front of him, “I don't know the details but Clicks was rushed to the hospital. I need to go.”

Zen ripped his apron off, “I’m coming too. Close up for me tonight, would yah?” He asked as he waved to Red.

Red nodded, “Sure thing boss. Everything okay?”

“I hope so,” Sugar answered, “Let’s go, Zen. I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

*********

Once they were in Jumin’s car, Zen looked over at him, “Things will be okay, you know.”

Jumin massaged at his temples, “I was so filled with rage, I didn't even think that anything bad would have happened.”

“It’s a natural reaction. Rika has been worse these past few weeks so of course you think she was the reason for him to be late. Don't beat yourself up, okay? At least she had the decency to call you. Maybe she does recognize that you are important in his life?”

“Mmmm. Perhaps. Remind me to thank her when we get there.”

Zen laughed, “You? Thank her? That will be a sight to see. Would you like me to record it as well? When you're old and gray, you'll want to remember when you showed mercy to an otherwise terrible human being.”

Jumin turned to glare at Zen, “Don’t push your luck. I'm not in the mood.”

“There’s my princess, in all of her glory. Just keeping you on your toes.”

“Tch.” Jumin looked out the window of the car, every worry now clouding his mind as they made their way to the hospital.

tags! @illneverrecover @zenscrotch @suzunesays @serensama @sinfulinsecret @forever-ender

#mystic messenger #Eros Bar AU #mystic messenger fic #mm #mystic messenger au #Saeyoung Choi #zen #Hyun Ryu #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Unknown #Jumin Han #V #jihyun kim #rika

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luminoustico · 7 years ago

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I’m completely blaming @lariren-shadow, @mnemehoshiko , and @greyjedireylo for this: a Reylo AU (tangentially) inspired by that tome of terribleness, 50 Shades of Grey…

Kylo Ren lay in his shoe box bedroom, in his shoe box apartment, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, panting breaths that were short, sharp and not meant to be. His fingers curled into a fist against his stomach. His cock flaccid, the pool of cum at his side leaking into the mattress protector.

Kylo swore at nothing.

He swung his legs over the edge of the small bed, sitting up with a groan in the dark. London’s heat wave was sweltering, yet in an instant, he yearned for the dry heat of home, his childhood home where his father fixed cars in the front yard and his mom visited from Washington D.C. whenever possible. She liked to sit on the front porch, on the weekends she was there, and drink lemonade, share a cigarette with his father. In remote Carolina, there was nothing but fields and trees to see the buttoned-up Senator relax.

Kylo rattled his hands through the pans in the sink, swirled the water around a cup, dried it. Switched on the kettle. Other senators thought the arrangement strange. Bring up a kid in Washington, they said. Show some family unity.

His family wasn’t normal, and his mother liked to keep it that way. What do they care, Han, she sighed on those sunny weekends on the porch while the insects sang their fucking eternal song.

“I like our family,” she said, and his father would kiss her knuckles.

The kettle came to the boil, and Kylo poured himself coffee.

“So?” smiled a memory in his head as he sat at his desk underneath his apartment window, drank his coffee and burned his tongue. He rolled his tongue over his teeth, sucking in a breath. “She liked your family. Did you?”

The memory glittered with brown eyes and brown hair and a book tossed methodically between her hands. She was young, just another customer, with an elegance older than her body. She wore a white T-shirt and black cut-off shorts. Flip flops and sunglasses pushed up into her hair. Coping with the weather.

“I moved to London,” Kylo muttered under his breath, taking a gulp of the coffee. Beyond the window’s glass, London in the night was an array of lights. Not the single flicker of the street lamp back home.

Sighing, Kylo drained back the rest of the black coffee. He’d have bags under his eyes. She’d ask about it. Ambling to his feet, Kylo dumped the cup into the sink, shuffling with a yawn into the living room.

He flicked on the television, accessed on demand. Watched some crap sitcom from years ago. As long as he was as far as he could get from that stain, he would be fine.

As long as he didn’t dream about her again. Then he could kid himself he wasn’t every kind of sick joke.

—

Back in Carolina, he would walk through the fields under the hot morning sun to the lake in the forest, and dive into the cool water until he could feel his muscles underneath his skin, his thighs and arms well-used.

In London, you had to pay twenty pounds and up for the privilege. Pulling himself up from the chlorinated water, Kylo climbed out of the pool. A bunch of school kids ran into the swimming area, splashing around in the foot showers, as he entered the changing room. He wiped the excess water from his face, his arms, his legs, his torso. Slipping into a private cubicle, he changed. The tips of his hair were damp from the swim (20 laps, 40 lengths in total), and fat drops of water rolled down the path of his back, between his shoulder blades.

He let his hair dry in the midday heat, storming down London’s sidewalks. Back home, back in that creaking old house, he’d be locked up in four walls, with the air conditioning humming at full blast. Lemonade on tap.

He was due for a meeting at Kanata Industries. It was probably nothing, but the rumors had swirled for weeks. Maz Kanata, the figurehead for the financial district, was searching to do some good. To invest money into charities and public buildings.

She chattered all the time. That nerdy kid, with the brown eyes and brown hair, who traced her finger slowly over phrases she adored, while her lips mouthed them. Sometimes in his dreams, her eyes didn’t remain on the page. Her eyes linked with his, and she spoke the words aloud.

“Not too far, said she,” he would dream her whispering.

Kylo shook his head. Such a sickness was destined for night dreams, not daydreams.

The Kanata building was of white stone and gold and glass. Older than the uniform office blocks of silver and gray.

“Go on in,” said the doorman.

“In the lift, top floor,” said the receptionist.

Clipping his visitor’s pass to his shirt pocket, he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt, tucking it back into his pants. He undid his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up past his elbows.

The lift doors slid open.

Sunlight poured in from the left, through tall arched windows. Canvas paintings of the desert hung on oak paneled walls. An antique desk stood at the far of the room, angled away from the sunlight. Two sofas which were leather and button-backed, stood opposite one another in the center, a coffee table between them.

On it, Kylo saw as he sat, were flowers of a dark orange, their petals vivid in their color like the last moment of the sunset before the dusk.

The traffic and hubbub of London, distant.

A ring of the lift doors had Kylo looking round. The arrival had him jumping to his feet, his satchel swinging out and bumping against his leg.

The flowers toppled, wobbled, and crashed, water spilling on the dark wood. Kylo stared. Spilling something at home, damaging something, was cleaned up without a word but a look. Once, he’d cut his knuckles on glass, and the look was shared between his mother and father. She’d been elected the following year.

“Shit,” he said into the silence.

“Not a problem,” said Miss Kanata, wearing not scruffy cut off shorts, but a knee-length skirt that looked like soft to touch, and a short-sleeved blouse. The top few buttons were undone. A light lick of sweat covered her collarbone. He’d seen that before, in the stuffy heat of the library, when she’d stood by the door to catch the fading wind, and had an inclination to lick it off her, and brush ice over her heated body. Cool her down; help her through this sticky heat that barely affected him, a child of buckwheat.

She approached the desk, pressing a button for intercom. She ordered a receptionist to come up and clean away the mess.

Words, but not a look as she focused her attention on him. Only a smile.

“Must be a shock to see me. I’m Rey, Rey Kanata.” She stuck out a hand. Dropped her hand to her side when he swallowed, not taking it. She sank into the office chair, leather and button backed like the sofas, but gleaming white. “I’m heading up the investments into charities and public buildings for my mother. Drink?”

“Not for me.” Kylo shifted on the sofa. The leather squeaked underneath him. “Why did you—”

He stopped at the inclination of her head and the raise of her eyebrows, indicating for him to continue. She leaned forward, tucking her chin against her palm.

“You can speak.”

“Sorry. Could you just explain to me why you thought to lie?” He didn’t know where he found the words, but he wasn’t ready to apologize for them. Rey, Miss Kanata, gave a small smile. Her brown eyes flicked over him, as they already had done before, and had him dreaming.

“I had to see if the library was worth the money and people act differently when they know money is sniffing around. Can you tell me you would’ve acted the same around me, would’ve been as honest as you were about the library’s management if you knew I was poised to invest in it on behalf of Maz Kanata?”

“No.” He would’ve been prepared. Delivered lectures to her about the inner workings of the library, shown her facts and figures. Not waxed lyrical about how he thought he’d found a home in its walls. Talked about how he was prepared to live forever in a shoe box apartment if it meant continuing to work there.

“So. Our conversations helped, Kylo. I knew someone believed in the library as much as me.” She smiled wider at that. Kylo blinked, dropping his gaze. The lift doors rung open, and a receptionist bustled inside, pressing kitchen towels to the dripping water and scooping up the broken shards of the vase. Miss Kanata’s attention never quite left him, even if she was thanking the receptionist or checking her computer.

“I didn’t shake your hand,” he said, when the receptionist was gone, though he avoided Miss Kanata’s eye. “That was – rude of me. I apologize. I just don’t like being touched.”

“Some people just don’t.”

There was something disarmingly, appealingly, comforting about her as a person. Miss Kanata.

“I’ll agree to an initial investment,” she said, and he looked up. The space between his brows creased, but she was looking at her computer, typing something. She nodded to her desk. “Leave your paperwork here, and I’ll have a look at it. See if the investment is viable to do long term.”

Kylo stood, unfastening the satchel and retrieving the papers.

“I’ll just leave them on the coffee table—”

She turned her head towards him then. Her head tilted, just a little. To the right.

“On the desk, please.”

He walked towards the desk without complaint, without words. No second thoughts. Just the immediate thought: do as she said, as she asked.

Her smile returned. He felt himself, only a little, return it, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. Swallowing, he stuck out his hand.

“Good afternoon, Miss Kanata.”

She glanced between his hand and his eyes. Smile widening, she took it.

Her hand was rougher than he assumed. Not a businessman’s hand. A worker’s hand. Someone who tinkered with something. Held tools, and wielded them expertly.

She let go, leaning back into the leather office chair. Slowly, she crossed her legs, one over the other.

“I don’t think I’m quite ready for this to be our last meeting, Ren. For today,” she added, her eyes twinkling. They shone as much as they did when she mouthed along to her favorite words and told him childhood stories from memory. “Would you be able to join me for coffee?”

The word rolled around in his mouth, the single syllable fitting against his tongue. His eyes still on hers, he smudged his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Yes, Miss Kanata.”

#reylo #rey x kylo ren #lariren-shadow #mnemehoshiko #greyjedireylo #things that happen in the discord chat #kind of crack but kind of not #eleanorwrites #and is v. ashamed of what she has written #that she has dared to link herself with the monstrosity that is 50 shades

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