#There was a tiny bit of an intervention lol

[puppetmaster13u]

PFFT. Bruce's cryptid status definitely does grow. And everyone is wildly off with their guesses. There were bets placed and everything.

Pfft, Clark is about to pass out from stress when he sees one of the other Gotham vigilantes try to reach around Batman to steal some food. And Bruce holds it out of reach at first, so he thinks that the kid can’t have it- which makes sense! Deadly! Poison! That no one should be eating! Even the others in the cafeteria look slightly amused!

 And then Batman pulls the manners card and the other vigilante pouts and grumbles and groans and then in the sassiest voice- let’s be honest it’s a Robin’s job to sass Bruce- “May I please have some parental figure who I love?” 

 Everyone freaks out. 

It'd be hilarious if this is how they (the JL) find out about the Gotham vigilantes being family lol. Like, the kids definitely said to their teams that Batman was their dad, but it was like, with the Gotham way of obvious that it sounds like sarcasm.

You're so right, there definitely is stuff for people adjusting. And non-poisoned stuff in the touristy areas. Mostly. Sometimes there's people who get poisoned on purpose if they don't like them lol. Gotham might be a hellhole to Outsiders, but you treat staff right and you won't get murdered.

Randomly just had the idea of a raincoat mermaid tail dress slam into me and I have no clue how that would work lol.

PFFT, imagine having monitor or late night duty with Batman before people knew the Poison fridge was for him. And no one believes you for weeks until he happens to grab his lunch around the time other people were there and witnessed it.

Oh my god, I bet hunting/swimming trips in Gotham are seen as like, not exactly traditional dates, but pretty up there. Though they're very careful not to overhunt and they probably have several fish farms they constantly release fish from.

The kids definitely use swimming excursions to scare passing Atlanteans lol. Gotham Academy has a scoreboard for each class that the kids made and it's far from the only one. The atlanteans have no clue that they are simply scaring them for fun, because those waters are Terrifying and the things in there scream Predator and Uncanny Valley Body Horror to the instinctive part of their brains lol.

You're right Gothamites have stupid poison resistance & the rogues complain about it- Oh my god. Arkham. Do you think they have small pools like, in the cells? Like if someone behaves they get a room with a small floor pool so they can swim or just chill in aquatic form. (I'd say if they're behaving because Big Teeth & Claws that can definitely tear through a person)

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[tojbnuy]

highly requested part 2 of roommate!sukuna :) part 1 !!

cw: lol. humping, rubbing thru panties what’s the proper term for this? soft!dom sukuna he thinks he’s mean but he’s a softie, sub!reader, she’s bit of a bimbo we love her, tit fucking, feelings if you squint. MDNI.

a/n : not proofread but thank you for all the love on part one, any suggestions for the jjk roommate series are greatly appreciated :)

sukuna had been thinking about it all week. been creating an intervention in his mind about your way of living. he was putting an end to this. the past week itself was enough to finalize it for him. nearly every night you guys had sat down on the couch together to binge watch your current show. and every night you had been in your underwear and a thin tank top. sometimes he even turned the ac on so you’d feel colder and put a cardigan on. that backfired however when you were still cold and decided to seek heat from your big warm roommate. sukuna had dug his own grave because for the next one and a half hours he had your tits pressed up against his side and your ponytail draped over his arms. he could feel your hard nipples, could smell your shampoo and could see practically the entirety of your ass. safe to say he had a very long and cold shower that night while you ran along to your bed. and last night you had walked past him in the kitchen and ran your fingers up and down his back ogling his tattoos.

‘i really like your tattoos kuna’ you had said with the sweetest little smile on your face. you really had no idea what you did to him.

so tonight was the night. sukuna was gonna tell you what was on his mind. and you had presented the moment perfectly by tiptoeing into his room at 2:13am with your bunny plushy squeezed tight in your arms. sukuna was shocked to see you, he was planning to make his was to your room where he knew you were awake scrolling on your phone.

‘kuna i wanna sleep with you.’

his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. knowing you, you would talk about sex so carelessly.

‘what??’

‘i wanna sleep with you.’ your voice was all tiny and whiny and you had that same fucking adorable tone that made him want to shove you in his pocket.

but to his relief (sort of) you peeled back the blanket and climbed into his lap, curling up like all the pictures of baby deers that you showed him. you made yourself comfortable by shuffling around some, your legs were around his waist, arms dropping to your sides.

‘why can’t you sleep in your own room.’

‘because i watched a scary video and it’s too cold in my room for me to get eight hours of sleep.’

Right. well his life just got ten times harder. he thought he’d have this problem sorted yet said problem was now in his lap. there were two ways he could do this. stroke your hair and pat your back as he explained what was bothering him. or pull your hair and smack your ass. unfortunately sukuna had never been much of a nice person.

‘listen doll there’s only so much i can tolerate.’

that had your attention, he rarely ever used this tone with you so you’d clearly made him mad.

‘i need to know exactly why you have no respect for me-‘

‘what? i respect you’

‘no you don’t. if you did, you wouldn’t be treating me like i’m one of your girlfriends. running around my place in your underwear. shoving your tits in my face every goddamn second of the day. grinding your little ass on me every time you fucking sit down.’

you had no words. you never thought sukuna would call you out on your behavior.

‘what? cat got your tongue now doll?’

‘i don’t like wearing clothes! i feel more comfy with no clothes on. i’m sorry.’

okay now he wasn’t tryna make you feel bad.

‘and you shoving your tits in my face every chance you get? jumping into my lap like a cat.’

‘i just. i feel nice when im close to you.’

‘nice? nice how?’

‘i don’t know how to say it. just feels nice.’

‘you mean nice here?’ he said as his hand cupped your warm cunt. immediately you gasped and shoved your face into his chest.

‘answer me.’

‘yes.’

‘knew you had it in you.’

‘now i would ask if you want me to carry on. but id say you deserve a little punishment for the way you’ve been acting don’t you think.’

he said as he lightly massaged you through you underwear. sukuna was so mean.

tiny little whimpers left you as his thumb drew circles over your clit through your panties, his other hand harshly gripping your ass cheek.

‘no no please. please kuna.’

‘please what doll? you think you deserve anything nice after acting like that? always so desperate aren’t you.’

‘please please, it hurts.’

you were growing frantic now, grinding your hips around and chasing for any more friction other than his single thumb.

‘only cos i’m feeling nice today. but i’m not giving you anymore than this. you need to learn a lesson.’

he pressed his index and middle fingers harder against your clit rubbing frantically as you all but wept into his chest.

‘sensitive baby aren’t you?’

‘feels so good kuna’

his fingers were relentless on your pussy, but he made sure never to move your underwear out the way. it didn’t take long before you were coming in your panties, tiny sighs breathed into his neck.

‘now doll. take your shirt off for me.’

‘mm okay’ and so obediently you lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor.

sukuna took a minute to admire you. such pretty tits that he was finally seeing in their full glory. he grabbed a fistful of each and pulled harshly at your nipples.

‘you wanted this didn’t you? s’that why they’re always in my face?’

‘no no i wasn’t trying anything.’ you said with your eyes shut firmly at the slight burn. you couldn’t deny having his hands on you had that tingly warmth growing inside you again.

‘get my dick out for me doll.’

you knew not make him repeat himself. sukuna watched as your smaller hands (those trademark pink nails) shimmied his sweats down and reached into his boxers. he was already throbbing and you gasped at the sheer size of him in your palms.

‘please will you. can you-‘

‘what you wanna get fucked? you think you deserve that?’

‘yes i do please kuna’

‘yeah well i dont, now lay down here.’

he maneuvered you onto your back and peppered small kisses along your jaw. somehow kissing you on the mouth felt slightly too intimate.

‘push your tits together for me doll.’

‘like this?’

you said with the sweetest expression on your face, your small hands pushing at your breasts.

‘just like that doll.’

then he was straddling your chest and he began to thrust himself through the small gap between your pretty tits. fast and hard cos that was the only way to do it.

‘stick your tongue out for me’

and of course you did as told. this sight was all he needed from today onwards. you with the fat of your breasts spilling out your hands. eyes slightly teary and your tongue out licking at his tip.

he was quick to come himself, moving fast so he could cum directly on your tits.

neither of you spoke as he caught his breath. he could sense your shy demeanor coming back and as mean as he was, he wasn’t like that.

‘hey doll.’ he said with a little tap to your cheek to bring your eyes to his. he left hand stroked your cheek as his other used his shirt to wipe away the mess he’d left on your chest.

‘you still wanna sleep in my bed?’

‘yes please?’

‘always so sweet aren’t you?’

he picked you up and placed you on his chest. he wasn’t much of a cuddler but you obviously were. you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and you warm tits were squished against his own pecs. it was still quite cold so he held you close, there was a lot more for the two of you to talk about which kept his mind busy while he attempted to put you to bed.

just as he had thought you’d drifted off, your little voice spoke up.

‘kuna?’

‘yeah doll.’

‘does this mean i can still not wear clothes in the house?’

he couldn’t help but laugh at that. your biggest worry being if you’d have to wear clothes from now on.

‘nah doll your good. you can keep em off’

‘yay.’

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All About The Trines Pt. 1 : Sun's Rising

Alright, so today's focus is about the beautiful trines in astrology.

Whether its in the natal chart, synastry, or even a transit. Trines are very interesting associations that connect the planets together. It is a natural force that takes just a tiny bit of effort, but once you get a taste of it, you gotta pull its string a little. Just so you can get more of it. When you do this, it'll become a stronger sensation. And it will mean much more throughout your lifetime (natal) if you play your cards right.

So whatever planets you have trine in your chart, also look to the houses. Because it shows that the energies of these houses blend together to create something natural, powerful, and authentic.

So, here is a few observations I have on some trines. This'll be part 1 because there is so many, but if you feel I missed yours or your just interested in learning different trines in any chart, feel free to let me know and I can add it in pt.2.

So you ready? Lets ride.

Sun trine Moon

To have this in a natal chart shows theres a compassionate nature that comes out of the individual. They have a creative force that is authentic, yet inspirational. Interesting, but very divine. You attract people like honey, and your words fuel the gates to return to heaven. I mean that seriously. Its a beautiful placement overall. It has this flow that is strong, yet soft. Blissful, yet hard to come by. These people seem to be protected by a hidden force that is deeply felt. Like their connected to the archangels or something. A sun trine moon individual must weave their power in order to get into their bag. In order to truly capture this, they must allow their souls to express itself freely. And whatever feelings come out of the surface is what they should allow to flow through air, and allow others to flow with its being.

Sun trine Jupiter

A person with this special persona is up for a real treat. Lucky experiences can take shape in the houses these two planets are in. They change abruptly, thats jupiters domain. This release they feel comes from the brain, and out into the world. The body holds onto this magic, and awaits for it turns to absorb any more of it that they can get. This is so that when the time is right, they can create realities out of thin air. And have a magical race into the sunset. Lol. its a one of a kind placement.

So lets get serious for a bit, sun trine jupiter placements have a knack for picking up on the finest lines of social stimulation. So much so, they tend to get into fortunate experiences every chance they get. They know to take a chance and to allow things to come in when need be. Optimistic nature is a given, so they dont work to hard to get what they need/want. This might be different if Jupiter is in retrograde, as time and time again it will show a different discretion. Hoping for something different and not getting the results (we will talk about retrograde planets in aspects later). Overall, this placement is a natural force of divine intervention, and a worthy placement to have when you're feeling good & lucky.

Sun trine Mars

There energy is always up for the challenge. Their honestly gifted in areas where their soul can jump into high intensity inducing things. Their energy is powerful, strong and vital. And this type of placement needs more time and structure than any other. It is because this placement needs time to focus its energy onto something, as martians typically need to put themselves on overdrive to use up some of that intensity they have in their bodies. Their expression (sun) ties real well with the bold like persona (mars) of an individual who knows what they want. These people are pretty confident naturally, and need no ones help on getting to what they desire. Although it would be nice, these placements typically know their way around. Because it is a trine, its flow and force is deeply penetrating. I would say this makes them more well liked but it isn't true. Martians tend to be unlikeable due to unconfident people or others not being able to catch the flow they have and tame it. Its inspirational by nature because it uses its force to capture an authentic moment that describes who they are. Their just naturally equipped to due dangerous things, or things people are too scared to do and shy away from, This is what makes them sexy. If you have this placement or anyone with it, please tell them to try new things that dare them to go above and beyond. You dont know what'll make of it, thats the surprise all along. It's truly a one of its kind.

Sun trine Pluto

Ah, the gift that keeps on giving. Here, I believe this placement can be very authorative. It has a special quality to it where people who heal others can weave their ability to make amends with the psyche and what wounds they've been carrying around for some time, and open up to a higher awakening so that their souls can meet a new cycle they've been dreaming of for a while.

These individuals have what it takes to move on from cycles that no longer serve them. Their energy is built on capturing the moment to when it times to breathe their last, they are transforming into the next big thing. Every single time. It's like the butterfly effect but in human form. Its capable of treating others in a way that reflects back into their inner circle. That domain they keep their hidden selves in up until they meet a sun/pluto individual. You make them wonder what its like to live on the other side. On edge. On an emotional rollercoaster, but the one that shares its joy and authenticity at the end of the ride. It makes you wonder, what are they truly hiding? Because they make themselves look so well put together after everything done.

Sun trine Saturn

Structure & Foundation is a karmic blessing for them. They do have a gift inside of them that helps them get through the day. They understand that things really don't come as hard, but as easy as people say. I love this placement simply because there is a sense of maturity already present in the individual, that they don't need to oversell it and potentially lose their childhood. They kind of know what they want and what they have to do to get it respectfully so they can grow into that thing they are looking into. It's like a person who is consciously aware they're like a 'tree', one that grows with time and can't be rushed.. so their patience for things is really top tier (unless they have other placements with mars that say otherwise). They naturally carry a sense of wisdom that is given to them by birth, and they tend to know what their talking about early on. Even if they haven't gone thru it themselves. Great and carrying personas and could be like teachers even at a young age. A wonderful placement to catch in the chart.

Sun trine Neptune

Oh my gawd. These wonderful placement holders have a GIFT from God. Naturally empathetic, intuitive, and can really see into the soul. Their so talented in what they do and what they come up with and they intrigue people (like their sun/uranus buddies) in a propelling way. They are the light that the world needs when things get to ugly, to dark, to serious. They connect to the ethers in a way that others may have forgotten, or have never knew before. The way sun trine neptune can pick up on energies before it shows up in the room, or the way they are able to read other people and understand the differences between them and others makes them likeable and rejected by society at the same time. Like I said, they can be pretty interesting. But there connection to the stars is unmatched.

Sun trine Uranus

Compelling natures. Quick-witted. And has a looooooad of information in those brains that can't go unnoticed. Literal geniuses in those little bodies of theirs. Their intellectual but their force is so much more than that. You can't keep up with them. Their literally 20 years away while everyone is trying to catch up. Make fun of them now, copy them later. It's the usual. They know they shock the world, but do they care? Not exactly. There is an innate understanding on how the world works, and their rebellion is far past the way society moves. They're just different, theres nothing for them to prove. They ease into this as they age as well.

Sun trine North Node

Rahu has its mark here.. Very interesting considering that their mortal enemies. In a trine its no different. These two have a fiery nature when together. So a person with this in a natal chart have a drive that is incapable of stopping any time soon. There destiny wants it, but do they need it? They have to go with the flow, which is incredibly interesting because trines work that way. But with rahu against the sun? Whew. They got some work to do. If it’s talent you wanna see, then with this placement you just might get it. You gotta work hard at it though because rahu isn’t letting up lol.

Sun trine South Node

Beneficial factors play here because ketu is sweetened with the suns magic. Your souls purpose becomes a factor in a way that you aren't creating anything out of thin air, it just comes to you. Your soul's spirit was ready to take on the mission since the day you was born. So you're capable of anything. You just have to wait for the right time, because it's divine intervention that takes the cake here.

I hope you guys enjoyed this small interp on the trines connecting to the sun! Beautiful placements.

Also if anyone was wondering, the sun cannot trine venus and mercury since they can't be no more than two signs away from each other. Hope that helps.

Anyways, if you have any questions feel free to ask in the comments!

[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — intervention

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genre: fluff 𓇬 wc: 1.7k

tags: female reader, fluff, drabble, established relationship, face kisses, tickling, playfully teasing each other, jooyeon jealous over little things, not proofread lol

warnings: none

summary: you can't seem to stop buying merch of this little dog character, and jooyeon takes it upon himself to confront your addiction.

notes: "my next fic won't be jooyeon i promise!" I SAID, LIKE A LIAR. im sorry i had the worst writing block ever and this picture of him inspired me to write this silly little thing (it literally looks exactly like him). so i hope its still enjoyable even if its paced a little badly... i just wanted to get something out to make up for the absence T_T

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“y/n,” jooyeon enters your room with no announcement holding up your new purchase in his hand, looking more serious than he's ever been in his life, “this is an intervention.”

you quirk your eyebrow at him, putting down your phone and taking off your headphones so you can greet him properly, “hi?”

you're not surprised he's home at this time—you gave him a key so he could freely go back and forth between here and his dorm when he felt like it. so you're pretty used to him coming into your room and doing weird shit unannounced, like the one time he came in holding a gigantic platter of fruit which made you laugh because the image of his blank-looking, boyish face enveloped by the largeness of his black puffer jacket with a guitar slung over his back, a backpack over his shoulder, and sliced melon in his arms was not exactly what you expected to see that night. but you both just sat on your couch together while snacking, anyway. ”the nice auntie at the store gave it to me for free,” he had said.

you wait for him to explain himself as you sit comfortably amongst your sheets, blissfully unaware of his melodramatic torment.

“don't give me that look!” his over-the-top exasperation makes you break out into a smile even if he hasn't really said anything of note just yet, “this thing! this freaking thing!”

you sit up further, swinging your legs over to the side of your bed to take a closer look. not that you needed to, because it was plenty obvious what it was.

over the course of these past few months you've become increasingly susceptible to this cute little dog character. reason being … it reminded you of jooyeon. it had this head-empty cute innocent silly smile that you couldn't resist, and there were just so many variations that you've found yourself accumulating them over time with little purchases here and there … and well, it seems jooyeon’s finally noticed.

you pout at him. “what, you don't like him? he’s pretty cute to me …”

“no, it's not that,” jooyeon shakes his head. you gesture for him to hand you the plushie by holding your arms out, but instead he gets closer to you and holds out the toy in his arms without letting you grab it. you look up at him in amusement, waiting to see what else he has to say.

“it’s everywhere! seriously!” he vaguely gestures to the … oh yeah, the giant version of the dog that's laid cutely on the left side of your bed. that one was a bit of a splurge purchase. you don't like to think about the price you paid for him.

“and what's wrong with that? i just think he’s a cutie!” you stick your tongue out at him playfully and snatch the smaller toy away from his hands, holding it close in your lap. you watch as his brow furrows at this, eyes laser focused on this stupid dog thing taking up the real estate of your lap where he should be, and you stifle a laugh because it's so obvious how he's jealous of a freaking plushie.

he huffs, crossing his arms and giving you a look of mild contempt, “why?”

“i mean, just look at it!” you enthusiastically ignore his frown and show off the dog, “his little beady eyes, his dumb smile … he just looks happy to be here. look, it even has a tiny bowtie, how cute is that?! he's having so much fun! he doesn't know what taxes are! it's awesome. i love him.”

“sure, but you even have a little statue of it in the bathroom, even stickers on the mirror! i can't even pee in peace!” jooyeon flops himself onto your bed and you bounce a little in your seat at the impact. he leans on his back arm and reaches out a hand to poke at the plushie in your lap, clearly sulking.

you want to laugh at his misery over something so trivial but instead you smile and poke his cheek. “you're just gonna have to deal with iiiit,” your voice lifts at the end, a sing-song voice to fully solidify how much you will not stop buying merch of this little creature of a dog. you roll over and grab the giant one he had pointed out earlier, placing it next to you and hugging it with your entire body weight, and yes, it was in order to see jooyeon get even more antsy.

you innocently smile as you do so, “seeee! it's so cute and comfy! i hug it all the time when you're not here. you should try.”

this piques jooyeon’s interest by the little glint in his eye that says ‘oh?’ and you know exactly what's he's going to say next. “wait, so this thing is my replacement?”

“first of all he has a name. its yeo— … uh, actually, you don't get to know since you're being mean.” you realize how insane it's gonna sound when you tell him you named the giant plushie after him, and try to move on, “and no, i just think he's nice to hold at night.”

“hmmm.” he smiles mischieviously after finding your weakness in all of this, his lips quirking up as he speaks, “you're being weird. what's his name?”

“i told you, you don't get to know.”

“y/n.”

damn. he’s not budging.

you grit your teeth, regretting ever opening your mouth, and mumble, “it’s yeonie …”

his face lights up because now it's his turn to tease you. “yeonie? yeonie like, hmm, perhaps taken from a name like, i dunno, joooooyeon? oh but that would be silly! that's my name! what a coincidence!”

“aaaah, shut uppp!” your face burns in embarassment. you try to stifle his talking with the plushie by (gently) slamming it into his face, but he's too fast. instead he tackles you, throwing the plushies and puts his entire weight on you while your precious yeonie is slumped over to the side.

you shriek, laughing as he does so, “getoffmeeeeee!”

“i won't!” he exclaims and presses kisses against your cheek and forehead. all you can do is brace yourself for the onslaught, his strong arm keeping you in place. “’yeonie’ won't save you now!”

“noooo! free me!” you’re thrashing about under him, unable to control your laughter. even with his attack, he is so gentle and careful not to put too much weight on you. too bad that courtesy doesn't extend to yeonie and the other plushies, whom he’s very violently (in your opinion) cast aside with a swing of his arm.

he eventually stops, thank goodness, and his eyes shimmer with joy as he looks down at you with a silly grin on his face.

“yeonie,” he begins, a little breathless, as he pushes your hair out of your face, “that's really frickin’ cute.”

you huff. you figure this would be a good place to admit the start of it all. you're a little tingly with mushy feelings after being kissed so many times but you still need to make sure he knows that you think he's silly.

“it reminds me of you,” you snicker, “that's why i kept buying it, i mean, really. it looks exactly like you.”

he glances at yeonie and back to you and he suddenly gasps, “but you called his eyes beady and his smile dumb.”

jooyeon’s range of expressions is truly impressive because now his eyes are huge and soft with adoration for you, a toothy smile on his features. “oh, really now? but now that i’m here you won't need him, right?”

“yeah, exactly.” you give him the most deadpan stare you could, but his expression of shock and offense made you double over in laughter. wiping away tears, you smile, “i also said he was cute. he just looks so excited and positive, the silly smile reminds me of you. it makes me happy.”

and this last part makes you look away and furrow your brow just a little. you groan, “and i do hug him when you're not here. happy now?” the embarrassment doesn't last long because you get to see the stupid satisfied grin on his face when you say that, and it warms your heart.

you blink. “okay, well i wouldn’t go that far—aaack!!! okay okay, yes! he can go on the couch for now! i promise!” you yelp, because as soon as the words leave your mouth jooyeon’s tickling your sides again and you’re weak to the sensation.

“well, i guess if he makes you happy when i'm gone, i’ll let him stick around. but you have to promise that i’ll always be your favorite.”

you poke his cheek, “i truly don't know why you think you'd ever lose to a plushie. you’ll always be number one in my heart, joo.” and you did mean that. you know he's just joking, but you're filled with so much warmth just from being able to tell him how much he means to you. you say do it over and over again if he asked.

but you can't resist. “… for now.”

“you are so mean to me.”

you snicker, “okay, okay! i promise. i love you the most.”

finally satisfied, jooyeon flops down next to you and relaxes against you, tucking his head against your neck and slinging an arm across your frame. you sigh in relief, at not having to endure the tickling but also because you missed having him here.

“i love you, too.”

laying next to him like this always put you at ease, arms and limbs wrapped around each other like a safe haven.

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sleepily, you mumble as you're stroking his hair, “shouldn’t we get dinner?”

“mmm, just five more minutes …”

yeah, five more minutes does sound nice, you think.

(you guys both wake up at 3 am, hungry and ready for a hearty meal of convenience store snacks and apple juice. a truly fitting dinner for grown adults. if it means being with him, you wouldn't have it any other way).

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[jerzwriter]

I'm still determined to get through the 30-day challenge in 60 70 days! lol Day 22's prompt is to write for 15 minutes without deleting anything. I didn't delete or stop while writing, but I did a tiny bit of editing when I was done. Since I was really missing Tobias & Casey, I went with a little Carrick Family Sweetness. 🍬🍬

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick Featuring: The Carrick Girls Rating: General Words: 961

Summary: It's a typical Saturday morning in the Carrick household, and the Carrick girls are staging an intervention.

A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge May Mahem - but this is the GOOD kind of mayhem: Caught, Smirk, and Wink

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At one time, this would have been way too early to be up on a Saturday, but like so many other things, that changed over the years. The Carrick’s kitchen smelled of freshly brewed coffee and sugary cereals that were only to be eaten once a week – a rule that was applied to Tobias, too. And right about now, he was grateful, for he needed both things to stay awake.

But while many things had changed for the Carricks, some had remained painfully the same.  

Casey and Tobias sat across from each other, each wearing matching bathrobes they had bought the previous Christmas. Each time their eyes met, a heat that generally wasn’t experienced over Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms began to simmer. Tobias was the first to start.

“Babe, have I told you that you’re absolutely beautiful and I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“Why thank you,” Casey blushed. “And, for the record, I think you’re gorgeous, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world. It’s just such a shame that I love you so much more than you love me.”

“Oh really,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Sorry, babe. But it’s not even close – I love you more.”

“Mmm, nope,” she corrected, stuffing a spoon of marshmallow-laden cereal into her mouth. “I love you most. End of story.”

“Really?” he said, squeezing her hand. “I love you so much that I bought two of these mugs – one for home, one for work – and they’re the ONLY mugs I’ll use.”

He proudly brandished a “Real Men Marry Hot Doctors” mug in his hand, raising it to his lips as if to declare victory. But Casey was unconvinced.

“Please,” she scoffed. “That could be any doctor – it doesn’t specify it’s me.”

Tobias’s eyes went wide. “Are you implying that I have another wife out there?”

“No,” she giggled. “But I love you most because I pretend to like your ridiculous bedtime meditation playlist even though it sounds like two wounded hyenas mating.”

Tobias clutched his chest in mock horror. “Wounded hyenas mating?! It’s the sounds of nature! It’s tranquility!”

“Tell that to the hyenas,” Casey winked. “Sorry, I love you more.”

In the family room adjacent to the kitchen, you could almost hear the eyes rolling. Twelve-year-old Samantha was curled up in the corner armchair with her favorite book. As the eldest of the Carrick girls, she considered herself the resident expert on these things.

“Here we go again,” she mumbled.

Ten-year-old Brooke, who was lounging upside down on the couch nearby, began to giggle. “They do this every Saturday.”

“They do it every day,” Sammy groaned. “Honestly, we need a separate kitchen. Maybe a separate house.”

Only six-year-old Kayla, who was coloring a picture of a unicorn, seemed unbothered.

“Do you think they even remember that we exist when they get like this?” Brooke asked.

Samantha put her book down. “Only one way to find out.”

A moment later, the three girls marched into the kitchen full of their usual sass.

“All right!” Samantha announced, arms crossed. “You two need to stop.”

“Stop?” Tobias blinked. “Stop what?”

“This!” Brooke said. “We get it. You’re obsessed with each other.”

“And, frankly, it’s nauseating,” Sammy sighed.

Now, even Kayla wanted in on the action. “Mommy, Daddy - you love each other too loud.”

“Too loud?” Casey laughed so hard she nearly choked on her cereal.

“Yes! Too loud,” Samantha confirmed. “We’re one ‘No I love you more’ away from filing a complaint with Grandma.”

“Oh, God!” Tobias gasped. “Don’t do that! Anything but that!”

Casey leaned on her elbows, clearly amused. “So this is how you girls repay us for giving you the gift of life and a pantry full of sugary cereal!”

“Don’t distract us with sweets,” Brooke smiled.

“And don’t talk about giving us life!” Sammy cringed. “GROSS!”

Casey shook her head with a laugh. “All right! All right! We’ll try to tone it down – a little bit!”  

“See,” Tobias said, wrapping his arm around Casey’s shoulder. “Your mom was the first to cave, which only proves one thing. I love her more!”

“UGH!” Sammy cried. “Why are you two like this?”

“It’s called being madly in love,” Tobias announced with pride. “If you’re really lucky, you’ll understand yourselves someday.”

“Ew!” Brooke wrinkled her nose. “Hard pass.”

“We’ll remind you of that when we insist on chaperoning all of your dates,” Casey winked.

“I’m not going to date,” Brooke insisted. “Boys are gross.”

Tobias smiled, pulling his middle daughter onto his lap. As relieved as I am to hear that – I’m sure you’ll be dating someone someday – whether I like it or not.”

“Well, I’m going to date,” Sammy announced. “And I am going to be so gross – just to get you two back.”

Casey scooped Kayla up on her lap and pulled Sammy under her arm. “You do that, sweetheart. We probably deserve it.”

“What about you, pumpkin?” Tobias said, kissing the top of Kayla’s head. “What are you doing to do?”

Kayla reached up on the table and took a spoon, dropping it into Tobias’s abandoned bowl of Fruit Loops.

“I’m going to eat all the cereal,” she said with a full mouth.

“That’s the best answer of all,” Tobias laughed over a chorus of giggles.

 “So, Kayla loves Fruit Loops most of all,” Brooke laughed.

“A very wise choice,” Sammy nodded.

When the girls returned to their activities, Tobias wrapped his arm around Casey, kissed her temple, and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t we call it a draw? We both love each other most of all?”

“All right,” she smiled. “For the sake of family peace, I’ll sign on to that for today. But next time, all bets are off!”

[callsign-rogueone]

alone with you - l.m.

Liam Mairi x reader part two of Liam and Spark's story. words: 3.0k 🏷: Fourth Wing spoilers (spark knows things that Violet doesn't lmao), sparring and a tiny bit of blood, reader gets injured but not to worry, someone takes care of you. no pronouns used for reader but Liam does call you a girl. Tuile being a bitch (wbk) and perhaps some answers about what happened in spark's first year at basgiath... I'm still not good at writing fight scenes, sorry lol

Another year, another round of challenges. Another opportunity to show the entire quadrant that you’re not here to fuck around, nor to make friends.

You loosen your muscles as Emeterrio discusses the rules of engagement, cracking your neck and stretching out your arms, taking mental inventory of all the weapons on your body -- even though it’s frowned upon to use them in these fights, you keep the array of knives at the ready.

“I see the general’s girl has survived the week,” Tuile muses. “I’m almost impressed.”

You cast a glance across the room, seeing her standing next to the cadet who was in front of her in line for Parapet, the one she’d traded boots with.

“It’s only a matter of time,” you mutter back. 

Even though Xaden had convinced the two dozen of you to leave her alone, it’s likely that somebody else is going to see how fragile she is and walk right up and snap her in two, to thin the herd -- not that she has a real chance of making it to threshing anyway, not without some divine intervention.

But she’s a perfect little Navarrian citizen, so she must pray to their gods every night before bed. Maybe they’ll help her, because you sure as hell won’t; you have a reputation to maintain, and there’s no rational explanation you could give her for why you would want to help her at all, not without jeopardizing the entire revolution -- she might not take after her traitorous older brother, who as far as she and everyone else in this death trap of a college is aware, is dead.

She seems to notice you watching her, locking eyes with you for a split second and quickly averting her gaze. She’s afraid of you and all of your friends, unaware that your respect for Brennan is what’s keeping her alive right now.

Fear is a requirement for survival here. Maybe she’ll make it longer than you’d thought.

It’s not a surprise to you at all that your name is called first, nor that you’re matched with the largest cadet in the class. It became clear to you last year that the professors aren’t making these assignments randomly. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they keep pairing you with the best fighters -- but never with another marked one, even though you’re all at the top of the class.

No, they’re probably entertained by all of this, betting on you like racehorses or wild dogs, placing wagers on who would come out on top. If anyone’s putting money on you, you’ve made them a killing -- you’re undefeated. 

But that would require someone else to bet against you, and while you may not respect all of the professors and leadership, or any of them, really, you don’t think they’re dumb enough to throw their money away like that.

“We meet again,” he says with a sick grin that makes the scar below his eye stretch and contort.

You don’t respond, taking one last survey of the seven blades on your body, but you’re not dumb enough to touch them, lest he see where they are and try to take them himself, like he did earlier this year.

He’d wrapped his fingers around the wooden hilt of the blade that Liam had given you before you left for Basgiath, intent on putting it through your heart, and you’d seen red.

“You should have taken his eye out.”

“I gave him that scar as a warning,” you reply evenly. “It’s up to him if he’s going to heed it or not.”

You’re at it as soon as Emeterrio says go, taking turns lunging at each other and blocking attacks.

You’re evenly matched, despite the size he has on you. He may be stronger, more intimidating, but you’re faster, and you know what you’re doing. You know where to hit and when, your strikes much more precise than his.

Still, Liam’s heart races.

It was one thing watching you mess around with Bodhi in the courtyard, but it’s another thing entirely seeing you fight as if your life depends on it -- and it does. There’s a very real possibility that one of you is going to be spending the evening in the infirmary, or the morgue, after this ends. 

You fight like Xaden, like himself and Bodhi and Imogen and everyone else his brother had a hand in training, but with an edge he’s never seen from you before.

He hesitates to put a name to it, but there’s something in your eyes akin to a wild animal’s as the pair of you stalk circles around each other, planning your next attack.

“It’s not polite to play with your food,” Tuile chides.

Fine. You’ll finish this, if only so she’ll shut up and leave you alone.

The other cadet has the same idea. 

You charge at the same time as he hurls a dagger in your direction, and you hit the ground at the last second to avoid being skewered. You start to press up to your feet, but he stomps a boot into your back, pain ripping down your spine. You swallow a scream, digging your nails into the sticky foam beneath you.

The mental wall separating you from Tuile crumbles, that familiar white-hot anger flowing through you. “Do something.”

You unsheath a dagger, reaching up and swiping it across his calf, and he hisses in pain, releasing you and taking a stumbling step back.

It’s easy enough for you to knock him off balance, landing three consecutive blows to his ribs and a swift kick to his stomach that sends him to the floor.

You’re tired of this already. It’s lost its novelty, and you really need to sit down -- there’s black spots clouding your vision, and the pain in your back has gotten impossibly worse.

“Do I have to kill you in front of the kids, or do you yield?” 

“I yield,” he rasps, still clutching his leg.

You lean down, wiping each side of the blade on his shirt before you sheath it.

“Sloppy, but satisfactory,” Tuile comments — that’s high praise from her. Maybe she’ll give you the evening off from her snide remarks.

You slot yourself between Liam and Bodhi, leaning against the wall as casually as you can; every movement has pain spreading across your lower back and shooting down your spine. 

You try to focus on rebuilding the wall she’d knocked down, brick by brick, taking deep breaths and forcing the anger out of your body.

Liam reaches for you, looking worried.

You speak under your breath, not moving your lips. “Not here. Not in front of everyone.” 

He pulls back without protest, understanding why you don’t want him helping you where the rest of the quadrant can see you, don’t want them to see the look of concern on his face and his hand on your arm and identify him as your weakness.

You may very well be the most hated person in the quadrant, being marked, bonded to one of Navarre’s nastiest dragons, and unafraid to draw blood in challenges. There are several cadets in this room who wouldn’t hesitate to go after Liam if they thought it would hurt you -- and it would. 

You don’t care what they do to you, what pain they inflict or what scars they leave on your body, but if anyone so much as touches Liam, they’ll lose the use of their hands. 

You breathe through the pain and keep your eyes on the fights unfolding in front of you; making note of who favors what side of their body, who gets sloppy after more than a minute, who yields because they don’t have the stomach to take things further.

Most of the cadets think this is the one class you don’t have to study for, but they’d be wrong -- there’s a reason you always come out on top, and this is it.

The class ends without Liam’s name being called, which is a relief, even though you don’t doubt his skill on the mat — it’s off the mat that you’re worried about. 

Almost everyone heads straight to dinner, but Liam hangs back, getting your attention with a barely-there touch to your elbow. You look over at him, and he nods in the other direction, toward the dorms. 

Of course he’s going to insist on checking your injuries himself, as he always did in the years you trained with him and Xaden. He doesn’t seem to think anything has changed between you in the year you’ve been away.

Sooner or later, he’ll realize he’s wrong.

You wait for nearly everyone to be out of the gym before you leave, leading him up to the second floor in silence and unlocking your door with a wave of your hand, gesturing him inside -- thankfully there’s nobody in the hallway to see you.

You haven’t been alone with him in a full year. A year and two weeks, if you want to be precise. The day you’d said goodbye, and nothing else.

You busy yourself with digging through your desk drawer to find the nearly-empty tin of healing balm, handing it to him before you turn away, gritting your teeth as you pull the shirt up over your head. 

If you weren’t pouring every ounce of energy you have left into keeping yourself upright, you might have it in you to be embarrassed about the amount of skin you’re exposing to him, the history of your first year at Basgiath on full display. But it’s Liam. Liam isn’t going to judge you, isn’t going to pry; he’ll just keep giving you that soft, concerned look -- which is somehow almost worse.

There’s a moment of quiet as he takes it in; the dark blue, nearly-black silhouette of Tuile that spans your shoulder blades and continues down your back, disappearing into the layers of thick linen wrapped over your chest, the full extent of your rebellion relic, winding down your arm to your wrist… 

Then he sees it, the nasty bruise starting to form on your back, below the hem of your bindings. The other cadet had hit you square in the spine, a blow that could very well have been paralyzing had it been delivered at a slightly different angle with slightly more force. That’s probably what he’d intended.

Liam isn’t particularly religious -- none of you are, which was a major reason why your parents had wanted to secede from Navarre -- but he still sends up a silent thank you to the powers that be that you’re okay, standing in front of him mostly unharmed.

You grit your teeth, keeping your eyes shut and gripping the shirt tightly as Liam’s hand rubs over your back, working in the healing balm. 

There’s something about the feeling of his skin on yours that is more uncomfortable than the aching bruise or any of the other injuries you’d sustained in that fight. 

You can handle the brush of your hands, a touch through layers of clothing and armor, eye contact and whispered words and smiles — all things that are acceptable behavior between friends — but the tenderness of this whole thing is overwhelming; being alone with Liam in your room, his bookbag on the floor, standing behind you rubbing a hand over your back, the other on your waist to hold you steady because you’re fucking trembling.

Maybe you are a little embarrassed after all.

The skin feels warm and tingly, a sign that whatever healing herbs within the sticky paste are working, soothing the aching muscle. Your entire body feels warm. It’s unbearably hot in this room, but Liam doesn’t seem to mind, still dressed in his flight jacket and full uniform. 

He moves his attention from your back to your side, murmuring a soft apology when you startle at the feeling of his hand smoothing over your ribs.

You take a breath, letting him work more of the balm into the spot where the other cadet’s fist had landed.

He finally pulls back, letting his hand linger on your waist until he’s convinced you won’t fall over. “Anything else hurting?” he asks gently.

“My head,” you admit to the wall. “But that never goes away.”

You pull the shirt back on as quickly as you can, done feeling exposed, and fight to maintain an unaffected expression as you turn back to face him.

He looks at you for a few seconds before it dawns on him -- the persistent headache, the flatness of your skin and your constantly racing heart, the way you’re bracing yourself with a hand on the desk, how tired you look and feel… “Spark, when was the last time you had water? Or anything to drink at all?”

Liam has always been too observant for his own good. 

You take a moment to think about it, another definite indicator that something is wrong. “Yesterday,” you answer quietly. “At dinner.” 

His eyes widen almost imperceptibly. It’s been a full twenty-four hours -- you’re supposed to be at dinner right now. It’s a miracle that you hadn’t passed out on the mat this afternoon.

He doesn’t scold you, doesn’t tell you how bad that is; he just squeezes your hand gently, taking the water bottle out of his bag and uncapping it. He can see you hesitating, knows something is wrong --  it takes a lot to rattle you, but you’re looking at the thing like it’s going to bite you.

“Three sips?” he asks softly.

That seems doable.

You take the bottle from him, holding it for a moment, feeling the weight of the metal and the energy flowing through the water inside it. It’s clean, calm, not murky and angry like the river water that Carr had made you practice with last year, but that doesn’t matter; in your hands, it’s the most dangerous substance on the planet.

And as fate would have it, it’s necessary for your survival.

You’re just grateful Tuile is off doing gods-know-what and not making her usual smug commentary -- she’d left after you’d won that challenge match, but she’ll be back soon enough. 

You raise it to your lips and drink, wanting to get it over with. The water is cool and crisp, breathing life back into your mouth and soothing your throat as you swallow, your body singing in relief as you give it what it’s been deprived of for months now. 

You take a moment to breathe, comforted by the air that continues to flow into your lungs and back out. Liam is standing in front of you. You’re okay. Two more. You can do this.

You bring it back up for another sip. You hadn’t realized how much you needed this, how much better it would make you feel. You take the next one in quick succession — that’s three. You’re done. 

You hate to admit it, but you feel better already.

Liam is still watching you with that soft, worried expression, though it’s less severe now than it had been earlier. You can see the gears turning, knowing he’s wondering why this was such a big deal for you; but there’s no judgment there, just genuine concern for your well-being.

You decide to tell him the truth, or part of it.

“I almost drowned when I channeled for the first time,” you say quietly, gazing back down at the half-empty bottle. “It was fucking terrifying. I couldn’t shower alone for a week. I needed one of the girls to come into the bathroom with me and face the wall, just talking to me the whole time. Then we realized Bo can counter signets. He’s been helping me control it, but…”

So that’s what Xaden had meant when he said that Bodhi was helping you deal with things. He wonders if there’s anything else his brother hadn’t told him, anything you aren’t telling him, but he won’t demand an answer from you -- he knows how difficult it must have been for you to tell him what you did, and he won’t push you further.

He takes the bottle back and caps it, gathering you into his arms silently, the way he’d wanted to back in the gym. He’s careful not to put any pressure on the injury, keeping his hands well above the bruise -- one between your shoulder blades and one on your ribs, on the side that you hadn’t been hit.

You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking in a whisper. “Thank you, Li.”

His lips brush over your hairline, where the ache is the worst. “Of course, sweet girl.”

You don’t want to let go of him yet, but you’ve already been holding each other longer than is appropriate for friends -- and that’s all you are, for the time being. 

He finally pulls away, and you could nearly cry at the loss of contact. 

“I need a minute,” you manage. “You should head down.”

You’re reminded again of why you love him so much as he nods in understanding, shouldering his bag and giving you a soft smile before he heads out your door.

All good things must come to an end. 

“Sweet? He must not know you at all.” 

“He knows me better than you ever will,” you snap back. 

At least she waited for him to leave, for you to be done with the water, or you would have some serious explaining to do.

You build up the wall again before she replies, and though it isn’t strong enough to block her out completely, she doesn’t push against it or knock it down -- she must not feel like getting into a pissing match with you right now. 

Good. You don’t either.

You notice he left the bottle on your desk. You manage another three sips before you finally head down to dinner, where you slide into the open seat beside Liam, silently pushing the empty bottle toward him. 

“I’m proud of you,” he whispers, not wanting to draw any attention from the group around you, who are all immersed in hearty conversation.

You haven’t heard those words from anyone in a long time. They mean more to you than he could ever imagine.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

NOT YOU DOING STEVE'S PSA BACK AT HIM HAHA

steve pushing it too far in fights and finding that the moment of pressure and almost-asphyxiation feels so good and he doesn't know where else to get that feeling from until someone introduces it to him in the bedroom .. wait this is kind of the plot of isozyme's the least difficult of men

related to my tags on Cassie's post, "#fuck yeahhh #but also steve i swear to fuck i will do the awkward dad sit-backwards-on-a-chair so you got detention talk to you if you don't quit #LEARN for the love of Fuck about BDSM like a GROWN UP and stop making your enemies (and bucky) choke you instead #steve rogers"

also, if you like pain slut Steve there's (and I know this is a stucky blog, but if you're enough of a slut for pain slut Steve, you will likely still be down for this stony pairing), "The Least Difficult of Men" by isozyme

I HAVE TO

Lmao, what else could I do? Clearly, the man needs an intervention. Either, someone has to sit him down or we gotta stick him in front of a flat-screen TV and play him copious amounts of porn that involves choking to show him there is literally no difference (especially in nonethical porn that doesn't ever include acknowledgment of consent but that's a different story we're not talking about right now, lol)

Personally, since that post, I can't fucking quit thinking about a universe in which Steve and Bucky have been pining for each other since before the war but never actually bucked up the courage to do anything besides homoerotically wrestle and stare so hungrily and longingly at each other that it made everyone around them on the front uncomfortable, so sex is unknown and awkward and painful for Steve. He doesn't know what to do about it. The person he most wanted to do it with, to him, died. What the fuck does he do with that?

Well...

He gets fixated on things.

He transfers all that sensitivity and shivering and wanting to pain. Surely, the high, hazy sensation he gets after being choked is as close as he'll get to the feeling of orgasm at the hands of another person. Right? Someone else touching him... that drifting yet heavy headspace... how he tingles afterward... yeah? Yeah.

That's sex.

Sex hurts.

He likes it when it hurts.

And I'd like to think Steve puts it together a tiny bit himself, like, after he's choked the first time by the Winter Soldier (before he realizes it's Bucky), and he wakes up the next day with a perfect hand imprint around his throat. Steve presses on it in the mirror and his vision goes white, his dick suddenly way too fucking hard and--and, and he's thought about being fucked before, he's thought about being sucked before, he's thought about fucking before. Now, he's just suddenly thinking about the choking and the fucking happening at the same time and he's hard dizzyingly fast but he's cumming faster. It's mortifying.

He can't think about it after.

He, just, totally consciously blocks it out. Because. What the fuck is wrong with him? He knows he's not normal but all that catholic guilt and internalized homophobia are tangled up so deep inside him tell him that he's tripped and fallen over a line that's too far. He's beyond fucked up.

...Right?

Bucky has to set an intervention with him, later, when he realizes that Steve stares at his metal arm all the fucking time, blushing down to the base of his pretty, pale throat and swallowing thickly. Steve doesn't even know he's doing it. If he did, he wouldn't do it. He's been trying so, so hard (ha) to show Bucky that there's nothing wrong with his prosthetic. It's not terrible, it's not great, it just is. Make peace with it. Yet--

"Got something you wanna share with the class, Rogers?" Bucky finds himself drawling one day, smiling crookedly as he watches Steve start to squirm. His Brooklyn accent is coming back, day by day, and, apparently, that has its advantages.

[criminallyyoursvn]

Imagine Oracle (MC) suddenly delivering a sharp slap to Nik’s face right as he’s taking a sip, stopping him cold. Then, with fire in their eyes, launching into a full-on medical rant: ‘Alcohol is awful for you! Even a tiny bit messes with your brain chemistry, damages your liver, and weakens your immune system. Do you have any idea how toxic that stuff really is?!’ Turning a simple drink into a fierce health intervention.

Lmfaooo I think this would classify as a mutually toxic relationship 🤣 obviously Nik wouldn’t mind, he’s into it lol. But there might be better ways to tell people who drink, not to.

He’s not an alcoholic by the way. He just enjoys a drink in social settings. So honestly, he can just stop if the mc asked him to. No questions asked.

[oceansssblue]

Soooo about the weird kinks

It may sound weird (expected lol) but something about the trooper being a bit more pudgy than his buddies? Not like fat as they are still soldiers but yknow armor sitting more tighter and comforting/affectionally teasing them about it (while enjoying it)

All the freedom of which trooper goes to you!

Give me all the weirdness yes!! 🥳

I just have the doubt if u wanted some clone/clone in the mix or not though (y'all be as detailed and explicit as you can if u want to make sure I get it right, I always have doubts lmao) sooo i decided not to jump to a full smutt and just leave it as teasing/sensual kinda thing –just in case!

And since you let me pick the trooper... I decided to go with Kix. He's cute. Fullstop.

Enjoy and remember I'm still taking weird/unusual kinks and 1sentence smutt fic requests!

Xx,

Blue.

"SOFT" – KIX /& 501ST 💖🔥

WARNINGS: PHYSICAL INSECURITIES, SORT OF SOFT HUMILIATION KINK, TEASING, PLAYING JUSTT AROUND CLONECEST (THOUGH I THINK IT COULD BE INTERPRETED AS PLATONIC TEASING, IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BACK UP), NO PROPER SEX SCENE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD&WOUNDS&MEDICALSHIT, PUBLIC SHOWERS.

Note: i think this turned out well, hope it's what you were looking for dear anon!

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Kix was having a hectic day in Kamino's medbay. The 501st had just returned from yet another complicated mision in the Outer Rim; and not unusual either, he had a mix of wounds and virical diseases to heal. Some troopers had broken bones, some deep gashes and blaster grazes, some had just catched a cold that he couldn't yet brush aside as irrelevant. While Kix always followed his brothers to battle, and he had a task there, in the middle of the field, it was here, in the post-mision –when they were tucked back into safety– were his main work begun.

After a quick mental triage and once all urgent medical conditions were resolved, he resorted to attend to those with minor, non-threatening wounds. He cleaned, applied the correspondent bacta or balm, and covered each one of them; leaving one or two unattended for now as they required a bit more of time and space. He took samples of those who appeared to be developing any sort of infection; and finally flopped down in the foot of Fives' bed.

Kix examined his wound carefully. While it was nothing worrying, the cut was too long and open –though superficial– to close on it's own; and the medic didn't want to risk leaving it open for all kinds of bacteria to find a home in anyways. Furthermore, soldiers needed to be healed as quick as possible; kaminoans didn't favor long stays at home when so many troopers where needed all around the galaxy to fight the war.

"I'm gonna' have to stich that up, Fives" he pointed out with a sort of finality that didn't left much room to argue.

The ARC-trooper, instead of rolling his eyes in resignment or growing irritated, just shot him a charming smile. Kix guessed that was one of the perks of treating Fives.

"Do as you must, dear doc" he answered in good humour.

Kix quickly prepared the small surgical field he was going to require for the minor intervention. Fives flinched with the first anestesia inyection; though after that he remained surprisingly put and quiet. Kix glanced up at him once or twice, forceps and needle holders in his hands, wondering what was going on in the man's head. In usual circumstances, Fives would have been chatting his ear off. He was unusually pensive.

The medic appreciated the silence, though, so he worked diligently through every stitch until the gash was perfectly closed. He abandoned his instruments and moved onto dressing the wound –first smoothing out a layer of bacta before covering it and protecting it from external agresions–. He sighed, feeling his tense shoulders starting to hurt from the hours of effort, and shot a tiny satisfied smile to Fives.

"All done".

Kix stood up and started to clean and put everything back into place without a minute to waste. Hopefully, it would only be one more extra hour before he'd be able to retire to rest. He was just halfway into the process of leaving the bacta on top of one of the shelves when Fives finally broke down his self-imposed silence; though it did nothing but shock Kix into embarassment.

"Have you gained weight?"

Kix turned around, stunned by the abrupt observation, and inmediately self-consciously pulling down the edge of his shirt when he realised it had ridden up and offered more skin to Fives' eyes than he had intended to.

"I'm perfectly capable of withstanding the physicalities of the battlefield" he snapped, a sharp contrast to Fives curious, almost innocent question.

Fives eyes flickered over his body, taking note of the medic's redenned cheeks and the obvious discomfort on his posture. He was the one who blinked in surprise this time.

"I wasn't questioning it" he inmediately reassured him, voice calm and soothing, ignoring the glances of the few other troopers of the 501st that had yet to abandon the medbay. "I'm perfectly aware you're the best medic on the field, Kix. I wasn't asking it like it's a bad thing".

Kix frowned, feet shuffling in place. All negative thoughts about the changes he had been noticing upon himself were put on hold.

"It's... not?"

For someone who was usually so direct and precise, Fives thought he sounded so unsure.

"No. Our bodies are so similar it just... shocked me, I guess" Fives answered, dare he say, gently. "I actually like it".

Kix huffed.

"Yeah, right, 'cause I'm so much more attractive being fat and all" he mumbled, evidently disagreeing.

Fives would have walked towards him if he didn't think Kix would have screamed at pulling at his stiches so soon after closing them.

"If you're fat Amidala is the ugliest senator in the galaxy" the sarcasm was heavy in his tongue. "Kix, come on... I mean it, really".

The medic wanted nothing more than to believe him; but the insecurities inside his head made that excruciatingly difficult.

"Why?" He plainly asked, just trying to understand the logic behind it, wanting to perhaps understand Fives' point of view so he could see himself that way too.

Fives shrugged, pasting a wide grin on his face. Kix knew that expression well; it was the one the ARC pulled when he was going to be terribly blunt or do something unexpected, almost like a foreseable victory.

"Makes for a better grip. That's all".

That's all. "That's all" is what Fives said when he had all but thrown a very obvious sexual innuendo at Kix after very pointedly taking a look at the changes of his body, grinning at him.

Kix scowled, though his cheeks did nothing but redden further; a sort of warm, tingly embarassment licking up his spine. He resolutely tried to shove the confusing emotions down.

"Get out of my medbay, Fives" he ordered, tone not really agressive anymore.

Fives arched an eyebrow.

"You want me to ruin your impecable work this early?" He asked, a falsely innocent tone colouring his voice.

Kix sighed.

"I'll send a droid for some crutches for you" he muttered, and did his best to completely ignore him while he moved onto the next and last patient.

He tried to ignore the rest of the troopers of the 501st too; and the shamefull tingles of excitement that danced inside of him.

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Just a week after Fives' incident, Kix was uncomfortably tugging at his armour waiting in the line for the barrack's common showers. Where it had once been a tiny bit too big on him, it was a tight fit now; almost digging in at certain places after hours of extenuating misions. He wanted nothing more than to take it off; though he apparently still had a more or less long wait in front of him, judging by the number of troopers ahead of him –even when their water rations lasted barely five minutes at all–.

Finally, Kix made it onto the adyacent locker room; and he quickly divested himself of every plate and pauldron, stacking it up in a practiced way for him to pick it up on the way back to his bunk, bucket on top. As naked as a tubie, he walked towards an empty shower; scanning his wrist on the reader of the wall to start with his water ration. He washed the blood and grim of war methodically off his body; pressing his forehead against the cold tiles and allowing himself to close his eyes and just relax for the last minute or so.

"That's what I call a nice thick ass, Kix!" A voice shouted from one of the adyacent showers.

It was curious how they were all so similar and yet their voices could be so different.

"Shut up, Hardcase!" he bit back in between the 501st' chuckles, a small flush creeping up his neck at the comment.

His ration expired, and Kix wrapped a towel around his waist. He dressed up in his night blacks; gathered his armour, and walked back to the barracks. It felt like glory, laying down on his bunk; clean and tired, finally allowed to decompress and rest, to relax.

"Can I join you?" A low, cautious voice interrupted his half-asleep state a few minutes afterwards.

Kix opened a single eye to take a glance at the trooper; not to find out who he was –he already knew–, but to scan his expresion. His eyes. Kix had always thought Rex and Echo had one of the most expressive eyes of the GAR.

"Sure, vod'ika" he accepted, attempting to move in order to make some space for him.

To his surprise, Echo all but dropped himself on top of him; head inmediately finding a spot right below his ribs, in his abdomen, and feet precariously dangling off the matress. The ARC trooper's hands splayed on both sides of his hips. Kix chuckled in amusement and let him be.

"Comfortable?" He asked, just to make sure, relaxing onto the bed again.

Echo hummed, his lips almost brushing against his stomach.

"Mm. Yeah. Fives told me you were unsure about your shape" Echo quietly mumbled, voice turning sweet and honest. "But you look as good as always, and this just makes you the best person to cuddle with, Kix".

That same burning, exciting shame spread through the trooper's veins. Kix was just glad Echo couldn't see the smile on his reddening face.

THE END.

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Warfare Liveblog

Romana, professional liar about her mental health

Also I suspect that this particular "I have no friends" is a bit of a dig after Leela said they were't friends anymore

Pandora and Romana both having the "she's no [fine], don't listen to her" voice is such a fantastic mirror of each other

Narvin being like "I do what I want and tell Romana later"

Oh, Matthias is here! I'm never totally sure what to think about him

Leela is so relatable jealous of Romana's attention <3

Spans are usually used as the equivalent of hours, making Romana and Pandora's impatience really funny

It's not specified but I like to imagine Leela, Narvin, Hallan, and Annos are taking down at least 8 or 9 guards here

"You betrayed me" says the guy who committed treason last season

As a spy, a Time Lord, and Darkel's enemy, he really should have been more suspicious of her touch

Love that Annos doesn't even hesitate to obey Leela

Why does Darkel hate Narvin specifically this much? Did they have coworker beef a century ago? Did he get a promotion she was passed over for?

Awwww Romana's scared <3

Even better, she's scared of herself and what she's capable of

"I think I've shown my loyalty" you were a traitor two episodes ago

(that's part of my evidence for more time passing than seems to have; no one ages anyway, how would we know?)

I've never been totally sure about this, but it sure feels like Matthias is trying to drive a wedge between Romana and her other allies

Plus, he's definitely not secretly in favor of Darkel and I don't think he's lying when he says he just wants the war to end, but I also think there's more to it

This whole thing feels like a tiny skirmish, but I strongly suspect that's a result of the small cast in the same way that alien cities in classic who felt like they were made of ten people in the town square

Oh, Elbon. I fucking hate this guy. Like, more than anyone else I think

Hallan, noooooo!

(Side note while Hallan not-technically-dies, but just how sentient is this medical computer exactly?)

"Artron energy is technological" It is??

So either Hallan dies here off screen (my personal headcanon), or no one remembers him until they need all hands for the Time War (the funnier option, though Leela would definitely remember)

"There are so many sides here that I wonder if you're just sitting on one of the many corners" is such a good line

Narvin calling Romana erratic

(as if this is a new thing lol)

"I never thought the face eating party amoral political faction would eat MY face plant a bomb in MY mind!"

Oh so they CAN lock doors then. Just no one ever does apparently.

"You're an anomaly, and we Time Lords stamp those out!" sounds like saying the quiet part behind "non-intervention" out loud

Pandora's utter conviction that no one would trust anyone with free will not to betray them is fascinating

Love that Leela and Romana both get to kill Pandora

"You are my friends, I...need you" :'(

I LOVE giving Pandora to the sentience

That said, what happens to it after? Did it get blown up when the Matrix was destroyed, or is it just Around now

If she did die here, these would be such good last words

And now Romana has to actually process the concept of death the way other species do. There's no more Matrix afterlife, only dying eventually

You know, if you don't turn into the meekest type of zombie first

[trobedgirldads]

Hey, I'm working on my Cooliver fic. Do you have a list of episodes that are best to rewatch to get their personalities and dynamics?

okay first of all i’m honored that you thought to ask me. second of all, i’m sorry i took forever to reply but i realized i didn’t have a list so i put one together lol

the otto motto (s1 e18) is the first time the idea of oliver being gay is mentioned

the walk (s1 e 20) is sooo important for cooper. first time we see his real personality instead of just his cool kid facade. also iirc this is the first appearance of “move on to your next point”

boo-who? (s2 e5) is pretty good for early oliver. it’s got his sass, some insecurities, a touch of scheming and ofc his iconic scream. cooper’s not in it tho.

blondetourage (s2 e11) is so iconic for them. the sneakers, the phone scheme. “i’m already riding bitch on your vespa.”

all coupled up (s2 e17) is their first big fight, so if you’re writing a fight/argument this is a good one. also some good cooper & katie moments.

it’s hard to say goodbye (s2 e19) is another one without cooper, but if you’re writing sad oliver this is such a good reference; he’s really well written and acted in this episode. the cgi tears take me out tho 😭😭

here we go again (s3 e2) has them work through conflicts and like resolve a fight without intervention from katie/greg. i love them <3. absolutely banger episode for each of them individually, and them as a duo.

enemies: an otto story (s3 e4) has a good oliver scheme, and he gets cooper in on it. cooper talking about tagging along to boarding school with him makes me feel things.

trust me (s3 e5) is the absolutely iconic scooby-doo halloween costumes/making out practice episode that every cooliver writer has written about. i think it’s the first time cooper is seriously brought into the whole “oliver might be gay” bit, but i might be wrong about that (i know cooper’s mentioned the first time it’s ever brought up, but i think this is the first time he really seems like a piece of the puzzle)

body image (s3 e6) again, no cooper, but very good for insecure oliver

mo’ money, mo’ problems (s3 e13) is also so iconic in my brain. idk how genuinely important it is to either of their development, but it means a lot to me. i can’t remember who it was, but someone on here posted a really good analysis of cooper in this episode and how he’s lying to try to get oliver to not go to the party, which could be useful depending what you’re writing. also this is the first time cooper calls katie and greg mom and dad :(

insta-friends (s3 e16) is another big fight for them, and also some serious cooper daddy/mommy issues. this one isn’t super helpful for individual oliver, but it’s great for individual cooper and their dynamic when they’re mad at each other

field trippin’ (s3 e20) is a much sillier, fluffier episode than a lot of what i have on this list. silly lil scheme gone wrong. cooper’s really only in the first like half of this one tho

a mom’s parade (s3 e22) ok so hot take i don’t really like this episode that much… you can do you is very queer coded tho so it’s going on the list lol

girls’ night out (s4 e6) is just so awesome. oliver’s really sweet towards the end, and it’s bcuz of cooper. cooliver/triplor double date mention!!! tiny touch of cooper angst. greg implying that cooper holds a similar role in the family to trip. just all of it is so perfectly cooliver. this is one of their best episodes imo

hip to be square (s4 e9) is the i love you episode!!!!!!!!!!!! them fighting and then saying they love each other!!!!!!!!!!! so interesting for their dynamic!!!

a very english scandal (s4 e14) is the one where the whole school thinks oliver is gay. the one time cooper denies being oliver’s boyfriend. overall very gay episode.

all is fair in love and war reenactment (s4 e17) is a good one for them supporting each other, but not enabling each other’s shitty behavior. really good for their dynamic, and cooper’s got some good layers in this episode

senior prank (s4 e18) ohhhhh they’re such big brothers in this one i love it so much. if you wanna write them as parents this might be a decent reference. also, not cooliver related but franklin is just so iconic in this.

vacation! (s4 e19) i’ve said it before and ill say it again: this episode feels more like a cooliver fic than an actual episode. so good for both of them as individuals, their dynamic as a couple, and how cooper fits into the otto family as a whole.

prom (s4 e20) is another one that i think is good for oliver as an individual and their relationship as a pair. also big brother cooper crumbs!! (they’re very small but they’re there and they’re important to me 😌)

graduation (s5 e1) is ofc so good if you’re writing some angst. seeing how they deal with issues involving them that seem out of their control. also more cooper fitting into the family as a whole <3

psych (s5 e2) is really good for later-seasons oliver and his need for validation. also supportive bf cooper :)

coupling (s5 e3) is the episode i show ppl if i want to get them into the show bcuz it gives such a good overview of all of the characters and their relationships with each other. more cooliver fighting if you need references for that. the couple coding in this episode is so intense.

kids these days (s5 e5) is sooooo good for their dynamic bcuz it really shows how they support each other without enabling each other. i love cooper so much in this episode. “our family” <3

mother’s little helper (s5 e6) is pretty good. shows off that no matter how much they’ve grown, they’re still just dumb teenage boys.

encourage, discourage (s5 e8) is soooo good for cooper fitting into the family as a whole.

the heist (s5 e9) chef cooper origin!!!!! oliver being a supportive bf!!! i love them!!!

getting frank with the ottos (s5 e10) is a big turning point in their relationship. once again, supportive bf oliver!! they’re so cute.

the election (s5 e13) i feel like their dynamic is a little bit weird in this episode (oliver’s like weirdly chill abt once again being confronted w the idea of cooper moving, but ig it’s bcuz he has his own stuff going on) but it’s so good for sad cooper/daddy issues cooper. this is definitely a huge one for cooper angst references

okok so this is a really big list. obvs i don’t know what the plot of your fic is or when it’s set, so some of these might be much more helpful than others depending what you’re writing. these are just my suggestions of the ones that stand out as important for them as individuals and as a duo. hope this is helpful!!!! i’m excited to read your fic if/when you post it :)

[lemedstudent2021]

wonderful news yall i passed alhamdulillah

forgib me for being unable to reply till now i was honestly so surprised at everyone who so kindly commented gjfdkfnds i may have cried a tiny bit. anyhows nightmare is thankfully over i want to say thank u to all my moots make my life so much better aha <3

i have since lost my 37 tabs lmao (my laptop crashed and somehow deleted several months of my history and curated hyperfixation tabs. tbf i had too many but still. top 10 anime betrayals. anyway) but i have a few new ones open and blorbo torture is back on yall >:3

have some work to do in my room lol this place needs an intervention fr (why i still have my notebooks from hs i will never know. i do know actually i think i have a bit of a hoarding problem lol) so either tonight ill be making good on the essays i promised or starting early tomorrow morning. like for sure. totally. mm. yep. XD

[exit KINDRED]

hey there ghosts its me ya girl

feel like my spine has been snatched lol; i somehow forgor i have a midterm in two days :') i have officially broken my own record lmao. i need to sleep for 37 consecutive hours.

spent all last week catching up on lectures but i still feel underprepared. passed out at my desk (never a good thing lol) kinda want to pass away. or eat pasta im not picky.

all creative projects are retired until further notice, might read in my spare time? i have like 37 new tabs of things waiting to be read and very unnecessary research to do lol. will add anything if i remember :')

with alarm, your scholar - kindred

[nowis-scales]

What I love about BSC!Ryoma is how he'll fight his father to the death like it's normal but the mere thought of a family intervention sends him absolutely spiraling🤣

I formally apologize in advance for my reply I know this was a joke post but clearly I just have zero self control lol

Well I mean, according to Chapter 1, fighting his father to the death is a nightmare he has on the regular. By the time Revelation hits, he's had the mental preparation, although I definitely headcanon that he hid how not fine he was in what would be the return to camp portion afterwards... and then just let himself feel when he knew he was in private. After all, Sumeragi's second death is the only time Ryoma ever cries in the games. We see him get severely injured, have much of his life's efforts completely destroyed, and believe that two of his younger siblings were killed... but it's only then that he cries, so I feel like that's gotta be a big deal to him.

Meanwhile, talking about his feelings? As a connoisseur of analyzing tiny details...

Removed from this bit for the sake of not having too many images was Hinoka saying "Hoshido needs you to be strong". She goes on to talk about how glad she is he can confide in her... and he responds to that by making a joke to rile her up. A sibling thing, yes, but by the second or third time I read their support, I found myself thinking, "Ooh... that's a bit of a dodge he's doing there, huh?"

And of course there's the infamous support with Takumi vs. the one Leo has with Xander, where Ryoma is considered dismissive because he fails to relate properly. Xander tells Leo his own insecurities freely; Ryoma claims to understand but never shows it. He dodges again, trying to remind Takumi of how smart he is instead. He just doesn't do the whole feelings thing very well.

In the intervention in BSC, he feels he's basically been backed into a corner and forced to admit them. He has the impression that as long as they're angry, there is no point in admitting to them because he doesn't reap any kind of reward from it. Abandonment issues create a very "you're with me or against me" mindset at times, because they can make the person struggle with that nuance. Every fight feels like the world is ending, but every good moment is like the best day ever. He can admit to the feelings, sure, but if it doesn't earn him forgiveness from Corrin and co., who cares? He was still rejected. He wasn't forgiven, and thus he's not loved. He's abandoned again. The fact that Corrin and Hinoka try to reassure him that they still care even if he's hurt them is deeply confusing for him. That's why he assumes it's a trick or a hero complex or a plot to get him off the throne. To him it just can't be both, so he feels like he's basically being toyed with.

Sooooo... TLDR; I feel like Ryoma didn't handle fighting Sumeragi to the death well in private, he's allergic to emotional vulnerability, and I answered like... so many questions you did not ask, especially considering you were just trying to make a joke lol. I am terribly sorry

[cheeriecherrymain]

Hello! I dont know if you do headcanon requests, but if you do, could we get some more of Viktor and his S/O bringing home random stray cats? I love cats and I'm currently trying to bribe the new neighborhood stray to come into my house to join the family <3 tysm

Omg yes! I've done headcanons for other fandoms in the past, so it's been a while but! I'll give it a try lol

Also good luck getting the kitty inside! I wish you the best!

Viktor x Reader (SFW)

-So the first cat you brought home was before you moved in together, a sad, tiny, black and white kitten that you named Pip. Pip is your first cat, and the only cat you have when you and Viktor start dating.

-Pip remains the only cat you have when you and Viktor move in together as well, which is probably good, because he's not used to sharing his living space with others. Pip is the perfect companion though, and she very quickly wins over you boyfriends' heart.

-And then you bring home another cat. A slightly pathetic, skinny, more-crust-than-fur, tabby.

-And Viktor is...not perturbed, exactly. Perplexed, maybe? As to why you chose this little thing of all the other cats on the street.

-But once you explain to him that 'the other cats are relatively healthy', and that 'this one probably wouldn't make it without intervention' his heart softens.

-Especially when he sees how diligent you are in caring for the poor creature; giving it warm baths with moisturizing soaps, carefully scrubbing away the fleas and scabs and lingering odor of sickness.

-It had been used to being on the street, fighting for every meal and always looking for somewhere safe to hunker down to rest; obviously it wouldn't trust people immediately. But when it did come around, Viktor had expected it to attach to you.

-So it's quite a surprise when the two of you are curled up near each other one evening, reading and working on various projects, and the cat suddenly jumps up onto Viktor's lap, curls up into a little loaf, and starts purring.

-You're unable to hide your smile, and Viktor decides to name the cat Bochník. (You laugh when you realize he's basically named the cat 'Loaf Of Bread')

-Bochník ends up being twice the cuddlebug that Pip is, and at first you worry that he'll be lonely when you and your partner are away at work, until you find the two cats curled up together, sleeping, and you realize that they'll be fine if they have each other.

-The third cat you bring home is not brought home by you.

-You arrive to work one morning, expecting to see Viktor and Jayce already nose-deep in blueprints and experiments. But instead you only find Jayce.

-You bid him good morning, and right as you're about to ask if Viktor had stepped out for a moment, he asks you if Viktor isn't feeling good.

-Anxiety squirms in your stomach. Viktor always left before you in the mornings, often heading out before you were even out of bed. But he always made sure to wish you a nice day, with a kiss or two on the cheek - and you distinctly remember waking at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

-You relay all this to Jayce, who also seems moderately worried at the sudden disappearance of his friend, but the both of you decide to wait for a bit. Something may have come up unexpectedly, and he could be attending to it...

-But when lunch rolls around, and there's still no sign of Viktor, you decide to head out. Jayce looks only slightly annoyed that you're jumping to conclusions so quickly, but you know Viktor; more than that, you know that he knows you.

-If something dire had come up, and he didn't show up, he knew that you'd worry - even if he needed to be somewhere, he would have sent a message letting you know. He wouldn't just disappear.

-So you ask around a little bit, tracing your steps all the way back to your shared home.

-You're surprised to find that he's already there, though. His shoes are on the rack, and his coat is on the hook. There's wood burning in the fire stove, and the dim light of a lamp casts long shadows down the hallway, and whispering?

-No, not quite whispering.

-You tiptoe down the main hall, closer to the light and closer to the sound, confused as all hell, only to find...Viktor?

-Viktor, with a bundle in his arms and a tiny bottle in his hand, talking quietly to whatever he had swaddled up-

-"Did you steal a child?" you ask him, very clearly starling him. You stare at each other with wide eyes for several moments.

-"Perhaps," he replies, "If you consider Pip and Bochník to be our children."

-Oh.

-Oh.

-You move quickly and quietly to his side, peering down at the curious little creature in his arms.

-A tiny white kitten, with a single splotch of orange around one eye, suckling happily on the end of the little bottle Viktor holds. So small, you doubt it's older than two or three weeks.

-"I heard her crying on the way to work this morning," he explains. "Someone had thrown her in a dumpster, as if she was...as if..."

-You quickly blink away tears at his implication, but you knew how cruel some people could be.

-You tilt your head slightly, and press a kiss to his temple, and another to his cheek. "How fortunate there are people like you in the world, then," you tell him, giving him one last kiss.

-Then you disappear into the kitchen to start making dinner, knowing full well that he wouldn't have taken his attention off the tiny cat throughout the day - not even to sustain himself.

-The cat grows quickly after that, always getting into mischief, and making a mess of the clean folded laundry you've yet to put away. Chasing shoelaces as you tie them, and hounding your other cats to play.

-You name her Lucky.

[clownpi]

Hey Clown, I've got an idea!

So, instead of Powder going with Silco at the end of act 1, she just books it away from everyone, like she just runs till her feet have blisters, she can hardly breath and her legs give out. Powder basically ran all the way to the outskirts of Zaun and she passes tfuck out as you do.

Powder wakes up to be in this small camp that seems to be something of magic and nursed back to health, and guess who helped her out. Bard on request from Janna (Another divine intervention au, my beloved)

I was reading up on Bard lore and saw that he saves people not because they are in danger but because they are important to the world in some way and Powder’s destiny is to free Zaun and Bard being a god that focuses on the bigger picture would definitely save Powder.

Bard being a god with a bigger picture approach doesn't want to baby Powder, so instead to make sure she survives to fulfil her disterny,(Bard is the definition of divine intervention, saves your ass and you blink and he's gone) he gives her some stuff to help her survive out in the wilds (not to sure what he give her, but its stuff you need for these things)

So Powder with her destiny set and no Silco to fuck her up in the head more than she already was, sets out into the wild with a few godly presents keeping a keen eye on her

I'm not sure where Powder’s mental state would be in this due to not having Silco be around her and the state of Zaun being part of her day to day life.

In this au I also want her to somehow be friends with Fiddlesticks, like Janna is like “Powder is a very small child, and I can't really help her too much on her journey coz i dont have much worship, but I could give her a companion that will keep her safe” Looks at the fear demon eating people in Demacia’s countryside “Ah yes. The perfect companion” And Janna just scopes them up and basically threatens them to keep Powder safe or she’ll yeet him into a maze game with Zoe.

So we have this tiny traumatised child that has the gods looking out for her and her best friend, a terrifying unholy fear demon that kills without remorse as our focus.

The thing is, Fiddlesticks actually somehow cares for Powder and is very soft for her, (best Dad Fiddlesticks)

This is also very funny considering that Powder has to go back to Zaun and split the two cities and this 5 foot 3 blue haired teen just rolls up back in Zaun after everyone thinks shes dead with a fucking demon and his murder of crows as her companions, with saying, “Janna sent me here to kick piltover’s ass and get us indpendanse, dont get in my way!” and Fiddlesticks is just leaning over her giving everyone who opposes her a death glare.

Whatcha think?

I like Fiddle getting more love, reminds me I still have to work on that Jinx/Fiddle Soulmates/Reincarnation Fic...

It's a bit hard to fit Fiddle into the role of protector or being soft with anyone just based on how he's written (though canon lore has never stopped me from getting what I want). Though I could see a way of making it working being Bard giving Powder the missing Key that was stolen by Zoe.

She'd have no idea why he gave her this key or what to do with it, Bard just dumps her in the Demacian countryside with an "lol, good luck." He wouldn't care to explain because he already knows she'll be fine, so Janna steps in (in a huge huff about his poor care).

Janna could be the one to give her cryptic messages of what to do with the key. Like "Don't let fear consume you, let the key guide you to where it's meant to be."

Something could happen when Powder puts the key where it should be (maybe connected to the cage?), but it would be after fighting a whole bunch of trauma inducing 'fun' from Fiddle. They wouldn't be going all out for the simple fact she has the key and Fiddle wants it.

Does make me curious as to what Zaun Fiddle would look like, I assume more mechanical like his Praetorian skin? Their main body is made up of whatever garbage they find lying around.

Would actually laugh if they end up killing Silco and Powder just steals his jacket to give to Fiddle, like "Look Fiddle, a new coat!" as Silco bleeds out.

No idea how the fic would progress tho, but it's a fun idea!

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don���t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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