#What am i supposed to do with my life now????????

[savanir]

Finding Andy (Curry)

Danny zips around the massive dark aquarium with a net carefully snatching up all sorts of colourful marine life before going up and gently depositing them in smaller tanks that Sam prepared.

"You do realise this is extremely illegal, right?"

"Taking these poor endangered fish from their homes is extremely illegal. We're righting a wrong here Danny, and you still owe me one"

Danny sighs and goes back down but keeps talking.

"I just don't want to be accused of stealing again"

"Tucker got us covered, we'll be fine. You just keep fishing Danny, I think we're almost done. "

Danny carefully goes through the dark depths of the aquarium again and it's then that he sees a much bigger shape dart away from him.

Sam said this entire thing was filled with poached endangered marine wildlife so everything in it needs to be retrieved. Aka, Danny goes in pursuit.

It takes some doing but eventually Danny gets a hold of it and it's worryingly little girl shaped.

He holds the little girl in front of him and just kinda looks for a second at this squirmy child that can apparently breathe underwater.

"Sam! Sam, holy Fffffffuudge"

"What!? What??"

"There is a baby in the aquarium!" He holds up the squealing little red head who has apparently decided what's happening now is funny actually.

"A baby!?"

"In the aquarium!" He points down at the water.

"Why is there a baby in the aquarium!!?"

"How am I supposed to know?! Maybe these weirdos accidentally fished up one of Aquaman's people?"

"Oh my god, we need to bring her back!"

"How the ff-frick-" the little girl giggles and goes, "Fik!" Making Danny wince,  "-are we supposed to do that, I don't know where Atlantis is at Sam"

"Call the justice league?"

"Didn't they disband again not too long ago?"

"... shit, you're right"

Danny rushes to cover the little girls ears while hissing, "language" and Sam slaps a hand over her mouth.

"Sorry..."

Danny floats in a circle above the water bouncing the child who seems fascinated with his glowing white hair, "Okay, okay, here's an idea. Jazz has her drivers license. We'll do an impromptu road trip to the east coast"

"... yeah, sounds good, let's go"

Sam holds the little girl as Danny stacks up all the tanks filled with fish and they quickly leave the premises.

"Can I just say I love you hair little miss, Naturally dark red? if only I was that lucky."

The now empty tank is surrounded by a gaggle of awkwardly shifting henchmen.

"So who is gonna tell the boss we lost the princess?"

[pomegranatelifethis]

I can't explain

To the Batfamily, my almost-family, who live in the light of Gotham’s darkness but cannot see me,

I am sixteen, and my name is [Reader]. I am the girl who lingers in the corners of Wayne Manor, a whisper in the grand symphony of your lives. I write to you now, not with the hope that you’ll read this, but because words are the only refuge I have left. They are my fragile rebellion against the silence that has swallowed me whole. I want to tell you of the ache that festers in my chest, the longing that weaves itself into my dreams, the desperate wish to be seen by the heroes who promised me a home. But like a song half-sung, my truth falters. I cannot make you hear me.

When I first came to you, I was a child of twelve, bruised by Gotham’s cruelty, my heart a fragile thing stitched together with hope. Bruce, you stood before me, your cape a shield against the world, and said I could belong. Dick, your smile was a beacon, promising laughter and late-night talks. Jason, you left books by my door, their pages a quiet offering. Tim, you taught me to dream in code, your grin a fleeting bridge between us. Even Damian, sharp as a blade, once looked at me with something like curiosity, as if I might be worth knowing. I thought I’d found a family, not of blood but of choice, forged in the fires of your endless fight for justice.

But time is a thief, and it stole me from you. Or perhaps I was never truly yours. The Manor is vast, its halls echoing with the clatter of your lives—batarangs sharpened, plans whispered, laughter shared in the Batcave’s glow. I am there, always there, but you do not see me. I sit at the breakfast table, my plate untouched, while Dick rushes to Blüdhaven, his mind on a case. I hover near Jason as he polishes his guns, hoping he’ll glance up and see the storm in my eyes, but he only grunts, lost in his own ghosts. I linger by Tim’s desk, my shadow falling across his screens, but he’s too deep in data to notice my trembling hands. Damian, you pass me in the training room, your scorn a wall I cannot breach. And Bruce—oh, Bruce—you walk through me, your gaze fixed on Gotham’s skyline, as if I am just another shadow in your city.

I am not a hero. I do not swing from rooftops or unravel the Riddler’s schemes. I am not trained to fight, not chosen to wear a mask. I am just [Reader], the girl who was supposed to be your sister, your daughter, but became a ghost in your home. My birthdays pass unmarked, my stories untold. I watch you from the stairs, laughing together after a patrol, and the warmth of your bond is a fire I cannot touch. I am outside it, always outside, pressing my hands against the glass of your world, my breath fogging the pane.

In my room, I write. My journal is a tapestry of unsaid things, its pages heavy with the weight of my heart. I write of the nights I cry, my sobs muffled by my pillow so Alfred won’t hear. I write of the dreams where you see me—where Dick pulls me into a hug and says he’s sorry, where Jason admits he’s been too angry to notice my pain, where Tim shuts his laptop and asks me to stay, where Damian sketches my face and calls me his equal, where Bruce kneels before me and says, “You are enough.” But dreams are crueler than reality, for they promise what life withholds.

I used to think words could save me. In the Manor’s library, I found solace in poetry—Rumi’s fire, Neruda’s longing, Orhan Veli’s quiet despair. Their verses were songs, beautiful and alive, proof that someone, somewhere, understood the language of a breaking heart. I thought if I could find the right words, I could make you hear me. I practiced speeches in my mirror, rehearsed confessions I’d never dare speak. I imagined standing before you, my voice steady, saying, “I love you, but I’m drowning. I need you to see me.” But when I try, my tongue betrays me. Fear whispers that you won’t care, that I’ll bare my soul only to be met with your indifference. So I stay silent, my songs trapped in my throat, my tears hidden in the dark.

There is a place, I think, where everything can be said. A place where my voice would not falter, where my pain would not be a burden. I feel it sometimes, when Alfred lingers a moment longer, his eyes soft with unspoken worry. I sense it when Cassandra watches me, her silence a mirror to my own, as if she sees the fractures I hide. I glimpse it when Barbara asks how I’m doing, her tone suggesting she knows I’m lying. I am so close to that place, where I could tell you how it feels to love you fiercely yet feel unloved in return, to be surrounded by family yet utterly alone. But I cannot reach it. The words I need are too heavy, too raw, and I am not brave enough to wield them.

Do you know what it is to be invisible? To walk through a house filled with heroes, each one a star in Gotham’s sky, and know you are not one of them? I am not your Robin, not your Oracle, not your Batgirl. I am just a girl, sixteen and fading, my heart a quiet rebellion against the neglect that defines me. I want to scream, to shatter the silence, to make you see the girl who waits for you. But I am afraid—afraid that even if I did, you’d look away. Afraid that I am not enough, even when I’m bleeding before you.

So I write this, my silent song, and hide it in the shadows of my room. Perhaps one day you’ll find it. Perhaps Dick will see it and remember the sister he forgot. Perhaps Jason will read it and recognize his own pain in mine. Perhaps Tim will pause and realize he missed me. Perhaps Damian will soften, just a little, and see a kindred spirit. Perhaps Bruce will hold it and understand the daughter he failed. Or perhaps it will remain unread, another whisper lost in the noise of your lives.

Until then, I will keep writing, keep dreaming, keep hoping. I will love you, even as I fade. I will wait for the day when my voice finds its strength, when my songs break free, when I can stand before you and say all that I cannot now. Until then, I am here, in the shadows of your light, a girl with a heart too full, too heavy, too silent.

Yours, though you do not know it,

[Reader]

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Taking care of the men

Bucky/Alexei/John/Void x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kissing, cuddling, mention of weapons, nightmares, no use of Y/n

Summary : They were supposed to be the best of the best, having lived for years doing nothing but killing and completing missions. Yet even the strongest need help sometimes, and they find it in the arms of their caring partners, who will always be there for them...no matter how much blood is on the hands of the four.

info : The sexy guys get some comfort and the women get a one-shot/drabble too. They all need a loving partner and lots of hugs and you dear readers have fun reading ;)

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Bucky

He was more than a century old, he was actually an old man who didn't die, who had lost his arm, his best friend, and people who were important to him.

He was tired of death, of blood, and of the fight that had never killed him, but the transition to normality and the attempt to make a difference in the government showed him once again why the weapon felt better in his hand than a pen.

Bucky realized that a soldier needed the battlefield, he needed the fight, the life as a hero or soldier. The fight against Sentry/Void had shown him that he was needed, that his life was better in the team and, above all, at the side of his beloved.

His beloved, who was there for him in Congress, who helped him prepare his speeches, who helped him when he didn't know what to do, and his beloved, who didn't judge him, who didn't fear him, who took his suffering as seriously as his fears and his fatigue. “We'll all grow old, Bucky, but we need you, I need you, and as a leader, you've already proven yourself” she held his hand when he was once again plagued by his nightmares.

His nightmares were still full of guilt, and he sometimes wondered if his new beginning had been a good idea. Yet when he heard his team, his friends, and his love in their midst, it was as if Steve was with him, and as if his life was as it should be. “The teacher, my dear, what would I do without you?” he said with a hint of amusement as he looked up from the files and saw how she had brought peace between the others.

She was what he couldn't be, she was the heart of the group, the one who kept the peace where Bucky would otherwise have shot and kicked. That's why he was all the more relieved when, in quiet moments, he moved his hand toward hers, held it.

Bucky was grateful to her for everything, for not letting him become weary of life, for giving him her heart and for being there for him and not going aways.

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Alexei

The Red Guardian had no problems; he was, no, he is the best weapon Russia has ever produced. He was an agent, a Suder soldier, a hero of the people, and could have changed the wars and the weather, and now, now he is part of the Thunderbolts with his girlfriend and the hope of humanity.

But when he was honest with himself, especially when he looked at his little spider, he felt guilty and full of hatred for himself. No amount of vodka in the world could make him forget what he had put Natasha and Yelena through, what he had done to his family.

“Sometimes it would be better if I had never become who I am, just not a hero,” he tried to admit to his love as the two sat on the couch with drinks in their hands.

But the warm, soft hand on his made him look up, and he saw a face full of love and understanding. She was the one who reminded him who he was, that they had all made mistakes, that blood was on their hands, and that they had destroyed lives.

“You're my hero, Alexei, you're Yelena's hero, and you're all of our hero. If you weren't the Red Guardian, we wouldn't be here,” she reminded him, and the older man smiled at her and kissed her before pouring them both another drink.

Besides the guilt and not finding his place, it was still difficult for him to always follow through on his mission. He was quick-tempered and did what he did best, but following tactical and clever orders from John or Bucky led to more damage than intended in some missions. “He just wanted to help... you all have to work as a team, I can only help so much,” she told the team in the jet via the communicator, explaining that none of them were the best on their own.

She held her hand over everyone as best she could, but she could sense when Alexei wasn't paying attention, and she hoped she could cheer him up in the evening with something other than drinks in the bedroom. After all, the best way to cheer him up was with a lot of love and just as much alcohol, and take his mind off his pain.

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John

The former Captain America, the best soldier America ever had and a role model for the people. That's who he was before everything was taken from him, before he was betrayed by the government and the military who framed him for everything.

Now he was somehow a hero and yet still a convict, an agent, a mercenary, and a judge for the goals of his missions. But above all, he was a partner to his beloved and a friend to his team, who had grown dear to his heart.

John never wanted to replace Steve, but at least he could be someone who saw something different. He wasn't perfect, and that was what bothered him. His mistakes, which seemed small, were a challenge for him and his mind that had already brought him to the brink of his life.

“My U.S. agent, John, you are everything to me, and the others appreciate you even with a bent shield,‘’ she said and winked as she held out his shield to him. But the small smile on his lips let her know that she had eased his conscience, that she had convinced him that he was good enough.

Because no matter how bent his badge was, no matter how much he shot and no matter what he had done... he needed confirmation, he needed recognition, because if no one needed him, if he was worthless, then wasn't everything he had done for nothing?

The fears of a former soldier and a man who wanted to give his best. “You are my true shield, my life, without you it doesn't work,” he said as he pointed to the uniform and pulled his love close to him before giving her a goodbye kiss before the mission.

When he was alone at night, when he thought no one was watching him, he looked at photos of Lemar, of the military, of his little son, and of the life he had. However, when he saw her, when he saw the woman who was now in his life, the photos seemed like just photos; they didn't define him.

The arms that wrapped around him, the embrace he held tightly, and the kiss he gave her on the head were all signs of the mutual support they gave each other.

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Void

No human being and yet more than a god, he seemed to be more of a state than anything else. A being far above everything that existed on Earth, he was stronger than a god, he stood above everything, and yet his eternal, infinite darkness was boring even for him, and he would even dare to say lonely.

With a crying nothing like Bob, it was annoying, with Sentry, he wanted to tear away the gold, and these so-called heroes who had once held him back were a nuisance to him...but in the darkness, when he was alone, he reached out for her.

She who feared him as much as everyone else, she who, despite everything, held a fascination for him in particular. “How could it be any different when you'll soon be a part of me?” he asked, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness as he looked at her, in a moment when Bob couldn't hold him back.

She couldn't take a step away, and she would be trapped again. She stayed, he forced her to stay because he didn't want this loneliness, he wanted something else, he wanted her with him.

He saw her fear, saw how she was thinking about getting away, but the Thunderbolts were gone and “You-you don't have to do this, I can talk to you like this, Void.” Her attempt to talk amused him and his hand hovered over hers, he towered over her, he only had to touch her.

But this talk, this senseless talk, he liked it, watching her like this, full of fear, unable to attack him because she couldn't. However, they both heard Bob, they both heard the dark-haired man trying to regain control, which is why, with a blink of her eye, Void and she were suddenly in the lab. “Little human, light or darling after all. What should I call you?” he said, and his laughter made her flinch.

Void was having fun, he wasn't alone, and her behavior was so human and meaningless, but her reaction to his actions was almost amusing to him.

She responded to him, she gave him something to play with, and he liked it, he liked this game. He liked watching her grow beyond herself and speak, how she dared to take a step away from him and then back toward him, and he liked seeing how, behind all the fear, her fascination with him grew ever greater.

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@neska223 , @redlightfreenlight01 , @brisselfshipping , @marvelnerd18 , @bribrisposts , @lilbit32 , @imtherain , @tallulinha

[liminalmemories21]

fuck it friday

@leashybebes did an open call, and @rcmclachlan tagged me earlier this week.

And today - despite having meetings that were not on my calendar when I left work yesterday evening (I call foul) - @cecilyv and I wrote (or well, we threw shit at each other in chat last night and cleaned it up today - tomato tomahto)

uh, loosely a double 5+1 of ten times they were friends, and one time they weren't. Which is to say, it was going to be a 5+1, but then we had a brainstorm last night, and now it ... more than that.

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“How was your day?” Evan asks one afternoon when they’re meeting for an after-shift breakfast?  lunch?.  Technically it’s probably too late to call it brunch, but he’s ordering pancakes because it was that kind of a shift, so whatever.

“I’m going to be on youtube,” he tells Evan gloomily.

That gets Evan to look up from the menu.  “Really?”

“Really,” he confirms.  Nods thank you to the waitress who brings them coffee.

“How?” Evan asks.  Pauses to order a Western omelet with homefries - not doing keto this week apparently.  He’d never figured out a way to tell Evan that he liked the softness of his slight belly - fat layered over muscle, signs that he was comfortable in his own skin.  Happy.

He orders pancakes and eggs and bacon.  Fuck it, he’s earned his carbs today.

“Youtube rehabbers,” he mutters.  Points his spoon at Evan.  “Bought an old Spanish Revival up in the hills, doing one of those week by week series about how they’re restoring it.  And it’s supposed to be charming that they don’t know what they’re doing, and they’re learning as they go.”

“Asbestos,” Evan says with feeling, “Lead paint.”

“Exactly,” he agrees.  “They decided structural engineers are for suckers and ripped out a load bearing wall to make the living room open plan.  Why even buy an old house like that if you just want to make it look like a soulless, modern box?  Anway, we found out later they filmed the entire rescue when we turned up to dig them out.  Department decided it would be good publicity. Fuck my life.”

Looks up to see Evan grinning at him.  “What?”

Evan shakes his head.  “Nothing.”

Squints at him.  “You don’t agree with me?”

Evan laughs.  “Of course I do.  I’m a firefighter, and I used to work construction.  Just, you’re cute when you rant.”

It totally derails Tommy's train of thought.  Manages, “I'm not cute, Evan."  Evan just grins.�� “I’m not.  Your niece is cute.  I’m 43 and 6’2”.”  He flexes slightly to make his point,and smirks to himself when Evan’s eyes flicker over his arms before quickly refocusing on his face.  “I am not cute.”

“Jee is cute,” Evan agrees.  “So are you when you get on a roll.  Most people don’t even know you have buttons to push.”  Props his chin on his hands.  “Why do you think I steal your spumoni?”

He’s saved from having to come up with an answer to that by their food arriving.  This feels like flirting.  Except they’re friends, or trying to be.  Friends tease each other.  Apparently.  He can roll with this.

open tag for anyone who wants to play

[bunnypeew]

One glass of wine too much - Alastor x Fem!reader

oke hi emmm its been a while since i've written something but I'm alive I promise!! here is a one shot i just had in mind of you and Alostor making out after you are both a bit woozy enjoyyy!!!

it was late at night, everyone was in the lobby after a party and they were mostly cleaning up after it,, you tho, were sitting down on a couch and were drinking a glass of red wine while you watched something on your phone.

Suddenly you hear a static noise coming near you and when you look down at the ground you see a shadow appear in front of your feet, you sighed and putting down your phone and looking up at the Radio Demon staring at you with a big smile as always

''What are you doing here all alone mon chere?,,

you were now twirling your wine glass in one hand while the other was holding up your head, your elbow being propped up on the couch arm. You seemed sad and... bored partially, he noticed that right away and he wasn't the type to care about stuff like this, but somehow he had gotten accustomed to you.

''It's nothing really,, just not enjoying myself at these parties recently,,

you sighed and took a sip of your glass, it was probably the third one you had but honestly you weren't sure at this point. He sat down next to you and spawned a glass of, some type of liquor you suppose. He started drinking along side you and you were both silent for a while, but as you kept drinking you kept on getting woozy and less worried about your sadness. Al didn't notice this at first because you were pretty tame, it was when you started saying random stuff about your life that he did, and let me tell you he was feeling amused by your behavior, he thought you were appealing.

''do tell me more, dear,,

''and like, I've never even felt anything for that guy, he was just being too much!! that seems like a shitty thing to say tho, am I being shitty?? I don't think I'm shitty I'm just being honest!!... eheheh, I like you tho Alastor, ah- maybe I shouldn't had said that either ah? oh well sometimes things just have to leave their place-,,

you kept on talking and talking, and he was giggling to himself, it wasn't until he put one of his hands on the small of your back, that made you almost jolt out the seat, he ignored tho and kept on sipping his liquor, he did noticed you stopped talking to, he tilted his head looking at you and spoke

'' why did you stop speaking my dear? I was quite enjoying your ramblings!,,

you were red as a tomato, or well even as red as his suit! Even tho you were woozy you could still feel embarrassment, you touched your cheeks and felt them being hot, then you went to your lips, feeling them a bit puffier then usual. Alastor was watching your every move and as soon as you touched your lips, his ears and tail twitched, something snapped into him and he couldn't tell if it was the liquor or just how beautiful you looked under the dim light of the lobby. He reached out to grab your hand slowly and then took your finger to his mouth, kissing them ever so softly, this made you gasp a little bit but your eyes were now locked onto his lips, he noticed and looked around himself before looking back at you and leaning in to lock your lips together.

At first it was a soft gentle kiss, you both reciprocated, but after a few seconds it became more deep, with his hand leaving your arm and went to your waist with the other one, he grabbed it, squishing it with his claws but not enough to hurt you. Your hands were on his chest at first but when you tilted your head a little to deepen the kiss even more your hands went to his cheeks, then in his hair pulling slightly at it. His ear twitched at that new feeling of your hands in his hair, his hands digging deeper in your waist, almost raising your shirt too, you let out a tiny sound as he did that. That almost made him go feral, also making him push his tongue to yours, making them dance and giving him the chance to taste you better, tasting mostly of the red wine you were sipping prior but also mint and strawberries, as for him you couldn't put a finger on it, it was a lovely flavor, from him and his lips. This went on for more minutes, it wasn't until you both heard an 'ahem' coming from near you that you, only you, turned around to see who it was. It was Charlie, she was displaying a big smile on her face and was waving to you, you stopped the kiss and looked at her with a guilty smile, your lipstick was all smudged and was all over Alastor's lips, he didn't care for the princess watching you so he started kissing your neck next but you stopped him by jolting up from the couch making him almost tumble off of it.

''SORRY CHARLIE WE ARE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LOBBY AREN'T WE OH MY GOD-,,

Alastor scoffed and sat back properly on the couch, fixing his bowtie, he wasn't upset or anything but his static was getting a bit louder. You weren't done for tonight it was all you gathered from that.

YEEEEES RAAAAH OMFG THERE IT IS MUAH MUAH MUAAAAH anyway hope you enjoyed reading cuz I deff did by writing <3

[jhjjssn-7]

Ride it, baby..

-summary:your boyfriend jake recently came from a vacation tour with his friends,but after meeting you he couldn't get his hands off you all desperate and whiny.. -pairing:bf! subby jake x fem!reader -warning:sub!jake,dom!reader,needy!jake, petty!jake, degrading, manhandling, oral (m.rec), overstimulating,crying,reader is kinda mean??i guess, unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie.#ride ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"i missed you so much" jake moaned between our kiss .i didn't even realized when my bf got in the house and crashed his lips on mine the first thing.

i gasped at the suddenly impact almost making me lose balance .jake caught me and made me sit on the counter of kitchen where i was preparing food for him.

his hands never stopped touching me roaming every part like he own it. once they are groping my chest ,seconds they are on my thighs opening them.

"jake "i whined when his hand came to touch the damp spot on my panties.my back arched giving him chance to decorate my neck with hickeys. his other hand pulling my blouse off .his fingers yanked my panties down rubbing my clit "babe slow down" i said raspy from the sudden impact.

"fuck i cant stop i love you fucking so much babe "he said fingering me with his other hands ,and sucking my nipples through the fabric .the coil in my stomach grew intense and broke "jake" i choked out.

he lifted me up carrying me towards the couch sitting down ,me on his lap, he kissed me again. his bulge prominent beneath me .i shifted a bit making us both loudly moan when his tip brushed my entrance.

"fuck i want it so bad baby please" jake whined .i grabbed his face "shut up baby boy, you don't get to complain like this after your behavior "i said hoarse voice .i rolled my hips against his again."ngh plsplspls "he rambled out.

i removing his shirt taking the always delicious view. i kissed his face neck ,sucking on it leaving bite marks ,i kissed down his abs "mhm fuck i cant wait ".i reached his sweatpants .removing them along with his boxers .i teasingly looked up at him "pls don't tease me".

"hmm. then what am i supposed to do "i pretended thinking ,smirking the way his already rock hard cock twitching at the neglect it was feeling "aww my baby here feels neglected "i cooed taking him in my hands "shit" "what why so sensitive baby. i didn't even did anything "i said applying pressure on his cock.

i slowly licked a strip up from his base up to the tip ,giving kitten licks on his dick. his head was thrown back on couch ."i started to suck on his cock slowly taking my time making him inpatient.he tried to buck up in my mouth ,i slapped his thigh harshly" you want me to leave you ?" i asked showing anger in my eyes ."no please i am so sorry pls don't stop y/n "he said almost crying. i took him completely in my mouth choking in the process.

jake let out the most pornographic moan of his life .i started suck him fast bobbing my head ,hollowing my cheeks .his hand tried to grip my hair ,i slapped it away. i used my other hand to massage his balls, his dick twitching in my mouth "ngh baby".

"oh fuck fuck i am gonna cum baby "jake whined bucking his hips up .i didn't stopped even after jake came into my mouth ,i spit his cum on his dick again. my mouth didn't stopped. "its too much "he whined trying to pull away ,but i just continued. "oh now its too much. take it u brat, you asked for it "i said harshly slapping his dick pumping him in my hands.

i moved up to kiss him while still pumping his, tears of overstimulation falling from his eyes."don't cry you can take it ik" i sucked on his neck leaving a dark purple mark there.

i left jake's cock "babe why d-"i harshly grabbed his hair "did i told you to complain "i said sitting on his lap. I removed all my clothes .sitting on his dick i started moving ,grinding on his dick "fuck" i moaned.

i got up to line his dick with my hole .i started teasing both of us rubbing his tip on my folds ,moaning at the sensation., aligning his cock on my entrance. Slowly, i sink into his dick, a choked moan leaving his lips as i can feel yourself full with his dick barely halfway inside.

his hands immediately went to my waist as if his lifeline depends on it. without waiting for both us to adjust i started bouncing on his dick in a merciless pace .jake screamed at the top of his lung out of overstimulation .i felt even inch of him moving inside of me ,so desperate begging for it .his shit reaching the depth no one can never reach.

the knot in my stomach was tightening "i am gonna cum "jake said breathless "yeah "i said slowing my pace and grinding down hard on him. we both whimpered. I grinded hard ,making us both close .i kissed his lips so hard they became swollen .his hand came down between us to rub my clit .i shuddered under his touch

we both came together ,his hot seeds painting my walls white ,my visions whitened for a bit. My hips never flattering overstimulating myself and jake.

i got off him, his cum mixed with my juices spilled on his stomach and my thighs ,hissing at the loss, i started to suck him again. Jake too limp to protest his hand just laying on my hairs ,i sucked him dry.

once i was down i layed beside jake "you ok ?"i asked pulling him on my chest "yeah ,your audacity to ask that "i chuckled at his remark "i cant do anything .you just look to good desperate so i cant stop myself".

"ill never ask for that again "his arms held me tight against his body "yeah sure i know "i smirked knowing it well this is not the last time.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Always, Probably

Summary: Dean gets some news that leaves him in shock.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (no y/n - Dean's POV)

Warnings: None. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: This fic is for @impala-dreamer's amazing, Through His Eyes - Dean Winchester Writing Challenge. This was something I had simmering in my brain since I saw the prompt I chose, which is the title - Always, Probably. I hope you enjoy!!

Well, I could not have handled that worse, not if I planned for months. Dean thought as he plunked himself back down on the library chair, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands. I always say the wrong thing.

He knew he had to fix this, knew he’d screwed up, but those were only two of the thoughts swirling like a storm through his mind. Some of the thoughts were screaming at him, some were just whispered taunts. But all of them were telling him one simple truth.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be a father.

That thought sliced through all the others until it was the only thing being chanted in his brain.

I'll break them, wreck them…

...or watch them be destroyed.

He felt sick to his stomach as he thought of all the monsters, gods, and demons that would salivate over the idea of ripping apart a baby Winchester just for the satisfaction of watching Dean bleed out over the loss.

And what on earth could he teach a kid? How to behead a vamp? How to shoot straight? He had no real smarts or skills. He was a soldier, a grunt. He had no life lessons or wisdom to pass on, just a lot of broken shards of a fucked up childhood and the endless, dragging chains forged from forty plus years of trauma.

He had no home for a family, no picket fence or lush green lawn - no bright yellow sun in the corner of the paper. 

The bunker’s home.

The thought seemed to creep in under all the others, and he fought it back. Ridiculous. The bunker wasn’t a home to raise a kid in. It was a bunker for fuck’s sake. Where was the kid supposed to play or run around? And were they just supposed to bring friends home to their underground lair?

It was all insane. This couldn’t be happening.

And yet, it is.

The same voice was back, her voice, cutting through the noise in his brain, her voice offering suggestions, possibilities for how they could make it work.

Look buddy, this is happening. A baby will be here in about nine months. So, what are you gonna do about it? Sit here whining and complaining, or be a man about it and come fix what you broke in me?

Dean grimaced as an image of her face floated to him. When she’d started out telling him, there was hope in her eyes, tremulous hope maybe, but it was definitely there. But the longer he'd just stared at her silently, the more it faded.

Then he watched it shatter completely when he finally spoke. “You’re not keeping it, though.”

It was ostensibly a question, since he knew the choice was hers, but he spoke with surety, asking not out of curiosity, but clarification. Okay, pregnant yes, but baby, no.

Her bright, warm eyes grew cold and she turned her head away from him, trying to hide her pain. “Yes. I am.”

Panic had risen immediately and turned his tongue sharp and stupid. “Well, you can’t keep it here.” He’d said, meaning that it wasn’t safe for babies there, not safe for a baby anywhere in their life. But of course, that isn’t what she heard. 

Her back straightened and her eyes narrowed as she looked back at him. “I never said I planned on keeping it anywhere near here. Look, I told you because you had the right to know. But if you have no interest in this baby or in-” Her words faltered slightly. “Or in me, then that’s fine, Dean. I’ll be out tomorrow morning and you won’t have to worry about either of us again.”

She was handing him a lifeline, giving him a chance to pull back his words and callousness, but he couldn’t take it; he just let himself drown as she turned and walked away.

What the fuck am I going to do now?

An hour or more went by before he heard movement nearby and finally raised his head out of his hands. She stood silently, with a bag in her hand. 

She looked surprised, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “I thought you’d,” she cleared her throat, “I thought you would've gone to bed by now. Or, left the bunker.”

Dean stared at the old, battered, leather suitcase she carried. “No, but it looks like you are.” He said, hating the accusation in his voice, as though he had the right.

She seemed to agree with his sentiment because her eyes burned as she glared at him. “Yes. I am leaving now. I was going to wait until morning, but I realized there was no point.”

Dean stood suddenly, his legs protesting slightly after sitting in the same position for so long. He had no idea what he was planning; after hours of screaming, taunting, arguing voices in his mind, now everything was silent. His thoughts had scattered and he was working purely on instinct as he strode towards her.

He grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up against him, slamming his mouth down on hers. She gave a squeak of surprise and then let him kiss her. When he pulled away, her eyes remained closed. A tear leaked from beneath her lashes as she spoke.

“A goodbye kiss?”

Dean thumbed the tear away. “No. An apology kiss.” He put his hand to her cheek and she finally opened her eyes. A smidgen of her former hope could be found in the depths of her gaze as she looked up at him.

“An apology?”

Dean dropped his hands and moved away from her. “Yeah. I’m sorry for being such a complete and utter asshole.”

The faint ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “That’s a good start.”

Dean let out a frustrated huff and turned away from her to lean on the library table. “I am sorry, but I’m…I still don’t know how the hell we can…I mean…”

His shoulders sagged and his head drooped as he braced his arms on the table. His voice was defeated and quiet. “I’m gonna break them. I’m gonna break you. I destroy the people in my life.”

The air was still for a moment before he felt her come up beside him and then he heard the bag hit the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his bent shoulder. 

“Dean, you know that isn’t true. Deep down, you must know.” She pressed her lips to his bicep and from the corner of his eye he could see her staring at his profile. “You don’t create the monsters in your life.”

He felt his chest tighten. “But they’re still there.”

He felt her nod. “Yeah, and they are scary, there’s no doubt. But we can fight them together. We’re both damn good hunters, and we happen to have a whole army of allies and friends, family, who will protect this little one with their life, you know they will.”

Her words loosely stitched together the gaping, terrifying chasm of fear in his stomach and he stood up straight, turning to look at her. 

“I didn’t mean what I said. I mean, I didn’t mean it the way it came out. But you should probably be aware that I’m gonna…I mean, if we’re gonna have a kid and gonna give it a go, I figure you should probably know I’m always gonna say the wrong thing.” He squinted and then nodded. “Probably.” 

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth. “But please don’t go.”

Tears overflowed her bottom lashes, and Dean pressed his lips softly to hers, allowing the saltiness to flavor their kiss.

They stood, foreheads pressed together, for a long time before Dean finally spoke again, in a whisper he wasn’t sure he wanted her to hear. “I’m so scared, baby.”

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he folded her up in his. “Me too.” She spoke quietly, but he could hear the fear in her voice and it made him feel better, to know he wasn’t alone in it.

“But, I love you.” She said it quickly, maybe trying to lessen the weight of the words she’d never said before. “And I believe in you. And I believe in me. Will you believe in us too?”

He nodded, trying hard to will that belief into existence. “Yeah, I will.”

Her voice was hesitant. “And do you…do you love me too?”

He sighed and spoke nonchalantly, even though his heart was pounding hard against his ribs. He knew she could feel it. “Always, probably. I mean, I think I always have, and I probably always will.”

Her voice was teary as she laughed. “See, you don’t always say the wrong thing.”

As he pulled back so he could kiss her again, the monsters were still there in his head - a million voices screaming at him that he was lying, that she was lying, there was no way they could do this, no way he could do this. 

But he closed his eyes, held her tighter, and strangled the monsters into silence. He was good at killing monsters.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Moon River 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: your husband is a mischievous man.

Note: this kinda just came together.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You race ahead in excitement. The turtles float lazily behind the tank wall but you crash into another before you can get far. You stop short and pout. You turn to face Loki as he struts through a gaggle of children and to you.

"I told you to wait for me," he girds.

"The turtles," you say.

"Yes, they will be there still if it takes us some time," he tuts.

"Hmph," you cross your arms.

He mimics you with an arch in his brow.

"You're not supposed to use your fairy dust on me."

"Magick and it was only for your safety," he assures you.

You stick your tongue out and reach up to scratch your head. As your hair slowly regrows, your scalp feels all too exposed. Your husband watches your nails graze through the short strands.

"You didn't wear a hat."

"I don't mind."

"I don't mean for vanity. It's sunny out." He girds.

"I'll survive. Gosh, you make the world seem so dire."

"Forgive me. I find my fears hard to let go of when they have come so close," he takes your hand.

"I'm fine. I'm in remission. The doctor said."

"Yes, I know what your mortal medicine woman said. What does she know?"

"Lulu," you chide. "Sometimes, I don't think it's the doctor and the neighbour and the barista you don't trust. I think it might be me."

"On the contrary, I've never trusted any but you," he assures. "It is why I am weak, darling. Thinking of life without you. Well... I'd never have found this place and had the pleasure of inhaling the smell of fish waste."

"Oh, you always see the bright side of things," you tease and swing his arm as you continue towards the turtles.

"You are the bright side," he insists.

"Loki Odinson, aren't you a soft little puppy," you chirp.

He tugs you to a halt in front of the turtle tank. He brings you to face him as his eyes flicker. He smirks. "You know I am no puppy."

"My baby boy," you speak to him in your dog voice. "Aren't you so sweet?"

"I've proven myself otherwise, haven't I? Not very long ago in the shower--"

"Yes, naughty puppy," you giggle and turn to the turtles. "But that will still be there when we get to it. Right now, turtles."

He sighs and turns so his sole squeaks. He leans over and rests his hand on your lower back. "And I'll still be as I am. Ready for you, darling." He whispers.

🐍

You haven't had a bad day in a very long time. Not like this. You're still in bed as Loki wakes up. You can hear him go downstairs and make his tea.

You don't even get up to join him. You usually have a smoothie but you just don't have the energy. He comes to check on you, startling you from a half-sleep with a hand on your shoulder.

"Darling," he sits behind you and rubs your arm. "What is the matter? It's a nice day. I thought you wished to go to the park and see the birds again."

You groan. "I'm just... tired."

"Do you ever sound it." He drawls. "I did keep you up rather late."

"Mm," you hum dully. You barely remember last night. You just feel weak.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No," you babble.

"Perhaps a few more minutes," he suggests.

"Maybe," you whisper.

Your eyes close on their own and you drift off. When you wake again, Loki has you on your back. He rubs your chest as he calls your name.

"There you are," he says as he holds a bright green shape in his hand. It's the elixir. "You missed a dose."

You look at the bottle. "Yesterday. I forgot. I'm sorry."

"What about today?"

"I haven't got up--"

"So you should take it," he says as uncaps it. "It will help."

You nod. He leans over you and hooks one arm beneath you. He pulls you to sit up against the headboard.

"A bit extra today then to make up for yesterday," he slithers.

He puts the bottle to your lower lip and you let him pour it in. It spreads over your tongue and trickles down your throat. You swallow and sigh.

"And your smoothie? I made your favourite. Blueberry pie."

He puts the bottle on the night table and grabs the tall glass of purple. You smile and accept it, keeping it over your lap as you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth. The elixir takes a moment to settle.

"Lulu," you say.

"Yes, precious," he rubs your thigh.

"What is it?"

"What is what?"

You glance over, "the green stuff."

"I told you, an elixir." You puff out and look at him sharply. He squints. "Oh, I do hate when you look at me like that."

"An elixir? But what is the elixir made of?"

He takes a breath and tilts his head. "It's not important. I've told you what it does."

"I can feel what it does. But the doctor said my cancer is gone so..."

"It is an Asgardian brew. If I tell you the ingredients, you wouldn't understand. What it does is offer vitality." He explains. "The doctor also said that with your rebound that you will take time to feel yourself again. I didn't want you to wait so that's what the elixir is."

"Oh," you sniff. "I guess that makes sense."

"Aren't you gladdened to be here? To be alive? With me? You shouldn't worry so much about my fairy serum," he scoffs.

He's being dismissive. Yes, you tease him about the fairy stuff but he only copies that when he's mocking you.

"Of course I'm happy," you say..

"And are you feeling better?" He asks.

"A little," you lean back and drink the smoothie through the straw. You make a face. "You didn't add honey like I like."

He smirks, "well, darling, forgive me, I forgot to fetch some from the market. We are all out."

You make a face. "Well, now I am not so happy."

"Oh, no," he takes the glass from you gently. "Be assured, there is more than honey I have to offer."

He puts the glass on the night table and gets up on his knees. He pulls you down by your hips and straddles you on the mattress. You screech in surprise and giggle.

"Lulu!"

"Yes, darling, say it louder," he covers your body with his. "Forgive my forgetting. You know I could hardly need for honey with something so sweet as you at home."

[awrkive]

Miss ma'am any spoilers for the next chapters please I literally can't wait for it please I am begging 🙏🏽

ERKAY ... heres a huge spoiler for the next chapter bye adios ciao

You’ve drowned out your environment at that point that you guess you didn’t hear the shower shut close and the feet padding the floor, because when you crane your neck around, there Jungkook is.

And again, he is without a shirt.

And without pants. 

And you’re mostly certain it’s his penis right there in between his thighs.

"Oh my god!”

"__, what the hell!” 

“Jungkook, that’s your penis!” 

“What? Turn around and don’t look!” Jungkook says wide-eyed, attempting to cover his dick with his two hands. But it’s too late now because you’ve just seen it and there’s no way to blur it out in your head. 

“But I already saw it!” you cry, seeing different momentary emotions flash on Jungkook’s face. 

“I was calling for you because the towel is in the cabinet but I thought you got knocked out from exhaustion and so I decided I was just gonna sneak in!” Jungkook explains frantically, and you can see his ears turning red from where you are as he tries to seemingly cover all of him, quite poorly might you add. 

You stutter, “W-what do you mean knocked out, of course I’m awake!” 

“I called you thrice, and you didn’t— okay. Okay. Just turn around, please, so I can get the towel.” 

“Okay!” You bite your lip and almost snap your neck as you turn around swiftly, landing your eyes on the torn portion of the wallpaper in the room. “Oh my god…” You whisper to yourself as you hear shuffling from behind you, and if it was not any more obvious, you're about to burst in embarrassment. “What the fuck,” you hiss, trying not to physically shake your head to erase the image of Jungkook’s very naked body that keeps flashing in your head.

It seems like he picks up on it.

“Can you not sound so mortified?” 

And for the first time in your life, there’s a tone to Jungkook’s voice that sounds genuinely annoyed.

You slap both your palms to your face. “Well, I’m sorry! I just saw your— your thing! how am I supposed to react to that? It’s embarrassing!” 

“My penis is embarrassing?” Jungkook incredulously says.

You wish your mind worked faster than your mouth, but unfortunately, it doesn't. And you should’ve known that already, because it has gotten you in a lot of trouble all this time.

“No! Your penis is fine! It’s wonderful! I’m embarrassed, that’s what I meant.” 

There was no way to take that back, because the silence that follows is too loud that at this point, you hope the building burns to fuck so Jungkook can forget about what you said and maybe all about you too while you’re at it.

“… okay.” you hear Jungkook’s unsure voice. 

You groan. “Can I turn around now?” 

“You can.”

Thankfully, Jungkook has his pants on now. You try to see past his bottom half but the upper part is no help at all because you're wearing his shirt and there’s no way you’re giving it back to him so he’s naked, again.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side. He looks at you curiously, then he shakes his head.

“If anything, I should be the one embarrassed here, not you,” he says as he walks by the edge of the bed. 

“Well…” you watch him, following his figure. “I was speaking for both of us. You’re embarrassed about having your thing get seen by me and I’m embarrassed for seeing it.” 

Jungkook pauses.

“That is definitely not offensive.”

You’re about to release a sigh of relief when you realize that was him being sarcastic. 

You eye him apologetically. “Oh, Jungkook, how was I supposed to react? Your one-eyed monster just stared right at me. I had to scream.”

“My… what?” he incredulously says, seemingly just getting more and more confused the more the conversation gets going. 

You remember your promise to yourself to stop calling penis weird names so you shake your head.

“I didn’t say that, actually,” you try to give him your sweetest smile but you’re sure you just look constipated. You sigh, shoulders deflating. “Jungkook, I think it would really benefit the two of us if you stop me from speaking sometimes.” 

“Okay I get it,” Jungkook raises his hands, shrugging. “You’re mortified about seeing my dick. It's fine.” He says and you swear he sounds a little defensive.

“What? No!” you quickly deny. “I’m not mortified about seeing your dick, I’m mortified about having to see it in the situation…!” When Jungkook doesn’t say anything, you let out a loud sigh again, eyeing him helplessly as you quietly accept that nothing is coming out right.

In defeat, you let your bum fall on the mattress and cross your arms as Jungkook finishes his make-shift bed on the floor.

“… well you would actually also scream if the situation was reversed, so.” You tell him as a matter of fact.

Jungkook stops on his tracks and turns to you. “You mean if I saw you naked?” 

“Well, yes.” 

You hear him scoff a little, prompting your brows to raise. 

“Trust me, I’ll have an entirely different reaction if I saw you naked.”

[catras-breakup-song]

catradora's canon status turns 5 today. i also turn 20 today. 🪅

i've spent an entire quarter of my life, a whopping 25% of it now, loving the center focus of she-ra and what this show teaches us...

it's actually pretty wild for me to think too deeply about. truly, it can't not mean something absolutely special (if i love myself, of course) when that much of a coincidence is actually reality.

this story isn't just a hyperfixation, it's a permanent part of who i am. it's shaped my later teenage years and helped me through hard times consisting of confusion and loneliness. i resonated better with catra & glimmer than any other fictional characters i had known before or would ever know since then. i found the art style soothing to stare at all the time. i appreciated the words of comfort we're supposed to internalize. it's been a consistent source of familiarity when i needed nothing more than to rewatch the same scenes repeatedly.

the online community surrounding western queer animation, and particularly this piece of media, kickstarted my hobby of collecting video edits, up to the thousands, that many talented creators have made, on an external drive. unfortunately i lost that project over the summer last year and it devastated me deeply, however i never stopped keeping track of my favorites and supporting the works i loved as i continued coming across them, such as this one to “the great war” by @somanypetals, which i will never stop recommending to others here ─ you can also go through my tag for this topic if you'd like! in fact, i also got back into video editing myself for the first time since 2021 last month!

additionally, it wouldn't be an authentic CBS post of mine if i didn't highlight how beautiful five by five takes' analysis videos on youtube are to me. their writing is a top-tier heart-wrenching gold mine and i've lost count of how many times i've rewatched through that playlist again and again. if you love this masterpiece as much as i do, you'll do so tenfold here. i still remember watching the first part of the series, "how she-ra gives us hope", when it was brand new, and i love bragging to fellow friends about being one of 5X5T's earliest subscribers from this fandom!

i (sort of but not really, which is a long complicated story on its own), came from the traumatized wave of angry voltron/KL fans. thankfully i didn't struggle with trusting the writers to follow through on the groundwork they laid down because it had only been my first fandom and therefore i hadn't been hurt by queerbaiting multiple times, but i say this because it was a big deal when she-ra's finale showed something on screen that could not be taken away or undone. catra & adora's romance helped me find peace & pride in my lesbian attraction. although i ended up not being homosexual despite failing to realize it for another year, i am still very much sapphic and wouldn't trade that gift for the world!

speaking of which, one of the best things you can find in a partner is the relatability of a common interest that brings out the emotional connection between you. i've seen @bluedandylyon around before, but i got to know xim more closely on the SPOP creative flex discord server after i jumped in activity there about a month and a half ago (and i only started being active on this blog again after creating it in 2022 back in august last year, it's amazing what that did for me). the two of us genuinely could not have clicked better with anyone else and i believe we were always destined to stumble into each other eventually. i don't know why the universe decided that time was to be so recent, but after spending half a decade single it's been very exciting to finally leave that break behind. because of SPOP, i asked them if they wanted to date on lesbian visibility day (april 26) and something within me renewed to make me the happiest i've ever been! 💟

my thoughts are too scattered and unorganized for this to feel like a proper essay of some sort, but i know i needed to get this done in time and i enjoyed it. i can't appreciate enough how much my identity, the core essence of who i am inside, has been shaped by this 50-episode cartoon. a simple love letter could never cover how important this reboot means to so many people, even if mattel still refuses to acknowledge it. ⚔️🌈💖

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Liz, Biotechnician

Part 6

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“Coco, can you hand me those clamps please?” Liz pointed off in a direction she wasn’t looking in, head down over her latest contraption, goggles blocking out her peripherals. Coco, used to this guessing game, deduced the human meant the clamps on the opposite side of the room, and handed them over with their branch.

“Thanks,” Liz said, continuing her work.

“Explain to me again,” Coco started, synthetic voice intoned a question coming, “exactly what are you doing? Our current research is based on the Armeaters, so I do not understand what this device is for.”

Liz popped the clamp onto the edge of the device and soldered a few more wires.

“Officially? These are supposed to be little roving cameras to watch the little buggers, one each to track behavior patterns and eating habits.”

“There are only three specimens, Human Friend Liz, why have you made six devices?”

“Yeah, so, unofficially, right? I’m gonna use them to spy on some crew mates of ours.”

Coco didn’t say anything, not right away, but almost immediately they stiffened up, their trunk shaking all the way to their canopy. Finally, they worked up the courage to ask-

“Human Friend Liz… why?” If a Sprygan could sound exasperated, Liz thought this would be how.

“Well let’s see hon, because I’m really good at my job, I really like my job, and you, and my friends, and these assholes cost me a fucking arm-”

Liz took a deep breath and put down the pliers she was digging into her good hand.

“I’m just… I’m tired of waiting for something to be done about it. I can’t do nothing, I physically can’t. The idea that there’s something going on that could be a threat to me and mine, and I’m just sitting here waiting for it, it making me ill.”

“If you are unwell, perhaps Human Jane or-”

“No, not that kind of ill honey,” Liz said, softer this time. “This is just something I have to do, okay? It’s a human… it’s a Liz thing, okay?”

Coco was quiet for a moment, possibly pondering the implications of a Liz thing. The human in question kept to her work, setting in circuit boards and double checking the motors. When all was said and done, what sat on their shared work table resembled a half dozen billiard balls, numbered one to six in Liz chicken scratch style.

“Good,” Liz mumbled, “now to just…” she brought her cybernetic arm up and tapped a few flesh fingers across her metal wrist.

“You have upgraded the new appendage?” Coco asked.

“Oh yeah,” Liz smiled. “Couldn’t resist.”

Liz used her metal thumb to press down on the pointer finger of the same hand, like she was trying to pop the joint. Something clicked, and a small hologram appeared, shimmering above her wrist.

“You like it?” Liz was excited to show her friend. “Took me a while, but I was able to integrate a remote controller into the arm. It’s a total drain on the battery, but I couldn’t think of anything else to keep the weight down. Now I can control these little guys from anywhere on the ship.” She flexed her metal hand and the drones spun to life, motors whirring quietly, cameras coming into focus. “Whatever they see gets recorded to my own personal server, and I can tap into their feed any time with my arm. Awesome, right?”

“Friend Human Liz, this seems like a violation of several GAIL Fleet regulations,” Coco protested.

“So is sabotage and dismemberment,” Liz shot back. She walked over to one of the air vents in the wall and pulled the grating off. She flicked her fingers again, and the drones rolled off to do their unofficial duty, down into the darkness and the bowels of the ship.

“Well, now that that’s done,” Liz clapped her hands and turned back to her companion. “Lunch?”

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“Human Friend Liz, I am still unable to comprehend your actions from before,” Coco said, leaves full of chocolate.

“You and everyone else I’ve ever worked with hon,” Liz said, chuckling. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to understand it. If it goes wrong, I take the blame, if nothing happens, then nothing happens. If it turns out they find something, we both get credit for saving the ship. Everybody wins here, and only I potentially lose, so it’s fine.” Liz waved her hand, brushing aside any chance of argument when Coco raised a vine to protest. “Let’s just talk about something else, okay? You don’t need to worry about any of that.”

“Alright,” Coco finally conceded, their bowl now empty of chocolate bars. The mess hall around them was noisy, like normal, but held a sense of tension like strained wires. The ‘half way point’ was coming up, six months of the mission already completed. Word was that GAIL command was going to perform an inspection day of, to see if the mission was worth finishing. While the idea of an inspection interested her, Liz’s concern lay elsewhere. The half way point meant that possible relief personnel were able to come aboard, and certain bastard crewmen were going to be thrown off. She was very much looking forward to that. Maybe then she’d be able to sleep again, recall the drones and actually get some proper scientific work done. All she had to do was keep her now many heads on a swivel until then.

But Liz also didn’t want to think about that right now. Yes, she built surveillance devices and is (probably) illegally spying on her place of work, but right now she was just trying to have lunch with her best friend. Her friend who could not shut up about it.

“Here, ask me something,” Liz said, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “I bet you have questions about something else, literally anything else.” She was being mildly manic, and she knew it.

Oh well. Happens, she thought.

“Such as what?” Coco asked.

“Just…,” she took a deep breath, filling her lungs to capacity, and held it there. An old trick she’d learned in therapy to slow her heart rate. She let the air out slow in a long sigh. “Just anything you wanna know hon.”

Coco stared at her, or Liz assumed that’s what it was since the Sprygan didn’t have a face. Finally they asked:

“Friend Human Luz, why do you not mate with others of your species?”

Liz choked and spit her drink out in comedic fashion.

“What the hell Coco, warn a girl before you get personal like that!” Liz coughed out. “Where did that come from?”

“All strange action today aside, this has been on my mind for some time, since we endeavored to assist Human Jane in her ‘girl talk’ problems. You repeatedly stated ‘that’s not really my thing’. I simply wanted clarification.”

Liz wiped her mouth, backburnering all thoughts of drones and spy craft.

“Well, I don’t know, I just don’t want to I guess,” she said, embarrassed. Explains her lack of desire to a tree was odd in any aspect you looked at it.

“It was my understanding that non botanical lifeforms reproduced through mating and had a biological imperative to perform the act of-”

“Woah there hon,” Liz said, chuckling nervously. “Slow down there, no need to get technical on me.”

“Again, my apologies, I simply wish to understand. I am under the assumption that humans want to mate, furthermore Human Jane has proven this to be a substantiated theory, mating outside your species in fact.”

Liz blushed, and for the first time thought she should apologize to Jane for teasing her so much. Her face was hot, and it must’ve been incredibly annoying to her friend. Truthfully, Liz wasn’t sure which she wanted to talk about less now, her maniac ideas to spy on the ship or this conversation.

“I dunno hon, it was just never really something that interested me. Think of it this way, every human you’ll ever meet is kind of like their own sub species, with their own biological directives. Mine just happens to not involve… doing that.”

“I see,” Coco said, calmly accepting Liz’s rambling as fact. “This is very informative, thank you.”

Liz thought the conversation was going to continue some words further, but her cybernetic hand started beeping, the alert she’d set to confirm the drones had made it into the assigned positions throughout the ship.

Good, she thought, just gotta wait and see now.

“Human Friend Luz?” Coco poked her shoulder with a vine. Liz looked back up.

“Hmm? Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was saying a thought occurs. If the Human Friend Liz sub species you speak of does not mate and procreate, how will you produce descendants to carry on your genetic material?”

“Oh, that? I planned to clone myself at some point, see if that one wanted kids or not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that Liz can do what they want. My parents said I was crazy, but all I want to do is tinker around with stuff. I’m better with machines than people, so I figured that was a good middle ground. They get possible grandkids from the clone, I don’t have to get a boyfriend, and I get to keep doing science.”

“This seems…,” Coco said hesitantly, “this seems like something you would do, yes.” Coco reached a vine across the table hit the repeat button on the Vending Machine. It spat out more chocolate bars. “Yes, I can see you making this kind of plan.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking back to the lab, Liz began to see something odd along the floor and walls. Little nicks and scratches here and there, mostly along the base of the walls, but some were almost at hip hight. Her first thought was maybe some sort of maintenance accident, but no, there too many and too spread out for it to be contained to one section of hallway. The next instance of odd was a broken mug on the floor, shattered. Coco picked up a piece, the largest the saw, and turned it over. It had a small cartoonish picture of a purple cow on it.

“What the hell?” Liz asked, not of Coco, more of just a general wondering out loud.

“Human Friend Liz,” Coco began, voice synthesizer jarring her out of her thoughts. They pointed a vine down the hallway. “Look.”

Liz followed the direction they were pointing and gasped. The door to the lab was open, and in the doorway, one of the baby Armeaters was sitting there, mewling, either for attention or food, no one could say. Upon seeing Liz and Coco, however, it jumped up into squeaks and trotted over to them, happy as could be, and started chewing on Liz’s shoe with its little baby teeth.

“Oh shit,” Liz said, grabbing it up by the scruff with her metal hand, ignoring its protests, and let it teethe on her cybernetics while the two scientists bolted for the lab.

The room was the same as when they’d left it, all except the glass tank holding the Armeater creatures being smashed to pieces. Not a single other creature was still in the lab as far as Liz could see.

“Oh shit,” Coco said.

[noblehouseofgay]

Nothing like you

Black brothers

Implied jegulus

Hurt/comfort

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Regulus stormed out of the great hall with Sirius just behind him.

"You know, James can see the good in me. Why can't you?" Regulus stopped to face his brother. "He sees that I'm worth something, Sirius. Why can't you see that anymore?"

"Well he wears glasses for a bloody reason. He doesn't see very well at all."

"You're absolutely foul, Sirius. You think you got out? You think you left it all behind? You didn't. You're still just as cruel as the rest of us."

"I am nothing like you."

"And I am nothing like you."

"No shit. You're a coward, Regulus."

"AND YOU'RE A TRAITOR! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BROTHER! NOT HIS!"

The silence echoed.

"He can love me, Sirius....why can't you?" Regulus' voice was broken and weak. "You used to love me. I know you did..."

Sirius wouldn't look at Regulus.

"What did I do so wrong? Is it because I stayed? You have to know that it wasn't because I wanted to. You have to know that." Regulus practically begged. "It wasn't choosing them over you, it was choosing you over me."

Two pairs of grey eyes finally met.

"We couldn't have both left, Sirius...don't tell me you've grown that naive."

"We couldn't tried..." Sirius replied weakly.

Regulus only shook his head. "And what? Risk us both getting pulled back? No. No, you had somewhere to go...you had a reason to be free...I wasn't willing to risk that."

Sirius frowned. "James would take you too...you know that right?"

Now Regulus was the one looking away. "That isn't the point. The point was we can't both get what we want. I can survive there...you almost died, Sirius. I wasn't going to take a chance if it meant your life."

Sirius thought on it for a moment before speaking again. "When you're eighteen...do you think maybe..."

Regulus bit his lip, hesitant. "Maybe. But don't- don't count on it." He looked at his brother. "But maybe..."

[torturedbrat]

— 2nd Chapter: Not over you.

"I can't escape, I can't erase you."

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016.

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill gets back to his roots; he leaves the city in which he had fallen in love for the first time, trying to forget his now ex-girlfriend—But soon he understands he's not over her yet.

• Bill narrates;

I've left California—moved away from what I've loved most in my life... the excuse? that I did it just for her, to not dig in the wound any further. In reality? I did it to get away of it all, exactly as selfish as it sounds.

I try and search for a meaning, for something that would keep me alive through this insanity, but when I close my eyes she's all I see.

I wish I could lose my other me; this has really messed me up this time.

While I was saying my last goodbye to her, picking up my last few things from her place; I repeated in my head over and over that I wouldn't regret this, none of it. But now it's been months of this back and forth of feelings that I can't even put a label on myself.

'I need to put an end to this.'

I've never felt this way before.. lost, you could say. I can't even recognize me—yeah, when I was with her it wasn't easy, but at least I knew what I wanted, her love.. her warmth. Being able to have someone to go to when I felt like I wanted to hide away from the world.

I need something to ground me, someone, whatever it is. While I was in my high, promising myself that everything would be fine—I've hung in the club on weekends, gotten home with different girls every night, hooked up with them.. but right after, they'd leave and there was nothing else behind that.

It felt empty, far from what I've been looking for: to feel the same way I've felt with her before everything got this fucked up. Because no matter what, I still search for that feeling in someone who isn't her.

Even though, as much as I try I can't get involved emotionally with anyone else. 'Cause everytime, the graphic memory of that beautiful smile appears at the back of my mind as well as all our time spent together.

And god knows I've felt guilty, like it was something I wasnt supposed to be doing, like I was betraying her.. she was still sacred to me somehow.

But I can't get home to her, and I definitely can't face my broken heart.

I stand in front of the bathroom sink, the dim lights and the foggy mirror making it hard for me to look at myself—my hand wipes it down, the clinking sound of my golden rings against the glass.. and I take a deep breath.

'I need a change' I talk to my reflection. That was it, I had to try to get rid of everything that was linked to her, and that also meant myself at some point.

I run a hand through my silver locks, while with the other, I quickly reach for the electric shaver that I've been eyeing all week.. so I plug it on, taking a deep breath before I make it land on my head after hearing the buzzing noise coming out of it when I pressed the little button—I don't even hesitate, I know what I've got to do.

From one moment to another, I see big lumps of hair starting to fall into the sink in front of me.

My eyes wet, I don't know if it's from the despair I feel or how angry I am at myself.. but I never stop, not till I have no sight of who I was before.

Right after, I have the need to light a cigarette; I make my way back into the room, with my shaky hands I grab the pack laying on the vanity—and I let out the smoke after one long drag, and for the first time I think I'm satisfied with what I see..

And no vision of her.

Inspired by the 'Not over you' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, everything written here are original ideas by me. ]

[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Magdalena ~ Tuesday

I start the day greeted by little energetic barks from my little guy Bruno. He's very happy to see me although I was just in the other room? I suppose I should move his bed to my room one day, I can't imagine being a little guy like he is and spending that much time alone.

Honestly, it was a selfish decision to adopt him. I didn't want to be here all alone all day long either so I suppose he wouldn't want that either but it looks like he won't hold a grudge against me as long as I give him his ball.

Such a cute little fella! There will be no singing about how we won't talk about him in this house, no no no.

The relationship I have with my sister is what you might expect. One of love and loyalty...but, there is one catch. She's a little loca. Crazy in the head, no? Perhaps that's too harsh but she proudly runs with the wrong crowd and while I do love her, to death, I also try to keep a safe distance from whatever she's up to in fear that I might get pulled into it. Sometimes it feels like even phone calls might put me in danger.

It's nice to hear from her though?

I can't allow her to get in front of my dreams or ambitions and I will not allow being a little unfit to also get ahead of them. While I failed the last audition I am doing all I can to pass the next. Failure is just an obstacle, just a bit of challenge to leap over and I will clear each one put before me, eventually.

Can someone also tell me why it's so chilly outside as well? I guess it's one of those DSV things huh? Random weather?

But I do have some very good news, very very good news even. I got the part! Yep! The music video! In fact, it all happens today! I'll be heading out a little later for it and to prepare I've decided to listen to a lot of Marco's music to get a better feel for him and watch a few of his videos. I know it's just a music video and my part in it will be eye candy but I have to do my best for every opportunity I get because that alone could be my big break. You never know whose watching, after all.

As for Marco, I'm aware of him, casually, but I am finding that a lot of his music is so very romantically inclined. Just songs about love and passion and heartbreak and more love! He's a real crooner with a very smooth voice and whenever he sings in Selvadoradean it does make me feel a certain way...just a little bit!

I can't wait to tell papa about it and he's just about as excited about it as I am. He only hopes that the video is tasteful for me, reminding me that it might upset my mom if it isn't. I'm not sure why that matters? Mama is kind of a hater, my hater, as crazy as that sounds, but let's not dwell on her right now, yes?

I cannot go out without making sure everyone is fed though because how can you be at your best on an empty stomach? I do think Bruno is coming around to me but I suppose food helps a lot with that and it's so cute hearing him munch away happily but I will have to go and leave him alone for a bit, unfortunately. Maybe one day I can afford a sitter, right now that is not the case. Also, maybe one day I can afford bitter dinners than grilled cheese sandwiches. Could be worse, sure sure, but could be better, no?

It was a drive that had to be at least over an hour long because of course the wealthy live far far away from us regulars but arriving to the hills of DSV hit me hard. This is where I wanted to be, a house on the hills, looking down at the city beyond, living the good life. Perhaps this is my first step towards that moment?

The place before me was exactly as I expected, sleek, modern, and had to be worth close to a million simoleons? I could even imagine myself in it one day or in a place like it, ambling around comfortably and enjoying the result of my artistry on the big screen. Watching movies in my personal theater, working out in my personal gym, all before heading out for a lavish trip before I go off for my next big role. That, is what I imagined.

Unfortunately, my little day dreams are broken up by reality the moment I step through the doors.

The director, a man named Elijah Love, greets me with an imaginary smile and lets me know that this is all business and time is simoleons. Something I should always keep in mind moving forward.

So, I find myself in a bathroom again, posing and preening in front of a mirror. I am reminded of the question that Jaxton, the casting guy asked of us yesterday. Am I prepared for the world to see me in this way?

I turned this way and that, making sure that everything was covered. Despite the loose nature of the robe there were pasties over more sensitive areas just in case something slipped, so that wouldn't be an issue, but still, this video would be seen by millions? Was I ready for that?

I decided there was a line and that this wasn't it. I've seen Marco's videos, they were always classy and focused on romance, which sometimes focused on sensuality of love. There is nothing wrong with a little sexiness, no?

Besides, I look amazing!

It was then time for me to perform and I should add, improvise. Elijah gives me one simple direction. Be Alluring.

Easy enough. I settle on the piano, the top part of it? Not sure what that is called but it doesn't matter. I matter, that's where the lens are focused, I'm what the viewer will see.

I go for simplicity because my goal isn't to distract, it's to blend in to the video, it's to make sure that no one ever imagines this video with anyone but me. You might think it selfish but this is a selfish business.

The bigger the star the more the universe will rotate around it...

Speaking of gravity and physics, Marco Aparicio proved my point the moment he walked in. There was an aura about him, a man who was used to getting his way, a man who knew that one simple smile was all that was needed to disarm someone and a man, most importantly, that captured my attention immediately. My eyes locked onto his and instantly I felt something, a spark, maybe? A connection definitely. I hopped off of the piano to greet him, thinking this might be the start of something I could never expect and yet...

It was nothing. A simple nice to meet you with a courteous smile, I honestly don't think he looked at me for more than five seconds. Ouch.

I told myself I wouldn't be star struck and I wasn't. It was worse. I was in love. I think anyone seeing this video will say a few things and will comment on my performance but...this is no performance. The dance and small moments and the kiss, all of it was...well, you might as well have called me a method actress in this moment because I imagined it as real. I could imagine me and him, a couple, living in a place like this, a collision of stars that brightens the universe for the short time we exist within it...

Then I was back home, watching the cooking channel, and doing my best to forget it ever happened. It was a job and it was business. Marco certainly treated it as such. How many women have I seen in his videos today? Every video of his features one or another and each one bleeds passion through the screen and music. I was just another video girl in the end and here I am watching some old woman lecture her audience about the importance of a good thermometer for roasting turkey.

Still. I wonder if there was something more there...

Index ~ Next

[vodika-vibes]

I just had the most ridiculous crack idea ever. What if Bail Organa wasn't there when Padme died. What if, instead, it was Hondo Ohnaka.

Anakin has fallen, and is probably dead.

Padme Amidala just died while giving birth to her children.

And Obi-Wan Kenobi feels like he just aged 20 years in the span of several minutes.

Her twin children, Leia and Luke, are sleeping peacefully. But now Obi-Wan has a problem.

What is he supposed to do with them? They can't stay one Coruscant. Hell, he can't even stay on Coruscant. Not with the Empire gunning for his head.

He can't leave them with Padme's family, it's too obvious. Anakin's stepbrother is an option, though. If they agree to take on two babies. And it's not like he can raise them himself. Look at how well that went last time.

"You are thinking too hard, my friend!" Hondo exclaims in a quiet whisper, as to not wake the babies.

"My life just came down around my ears, and I have to rely on you, of all people, to get me—us—to safety. I should be thinking more."

"What are you thinking about, anyway?" Hondo asks as he drops on a chair next to the twins and peers at them.

"Considering who's going to raise them."

Hondo freezes and pins Obi-Wan with a disgusted look, "I am."

"What."

"I am going to raise them. Mama always said she wanted a grandbaby or two—"

"Absolutely not—"

"They're going to be the most adorable little pirates."

"Hondo—"

"And you can stick around." Hondo adds, "After all, it's not like you have many other people willing to support you!"

"...fine."

"I knew you'd agree!"

[kiyomitakada]

hi everyone i have just dug up my pitch for death note musical 2: musical boogaloo from the depths of My Drafts. would you like to hear about it. of course you do here it is

kiyomi is the one who gets the death note

in this adaptation i’m making her kill only politicians. why? because fuck you that’s why (and death note musical changed so many of the characters that i think i am justified in this)

mikami, who idolized the former kira, is really mad that there is now a Pretender To The Throne. he has decided to seek this person out no matter what and somehow acquire the power for himself instead, because he will use it Properly

he expresses this opinion to his good friend kiyomi takada over their weekly dinner meeting. kiyomi is normal about it.

near and mello are doing exactly what they were doing in the manga. near did reconstruct L’s whole case even though kira went inactive because he wants to know who killed L. mello is in the mafia still

(there is no watari-equivalent in the original musical so im going to say watari doesn’t exist but roger & the orphan making factory do)

(that could be a great willy wonka variant. Roger Ruvie & The Orphan Making Factory.)

soichiro retired from the police amidst the fallout from the kira investigation. he has not been doing good. sachiko made him enroll in therapy.

sayu, on the other hand, is still desperate to believe that her brother wasn’t kira — that L was kira and went to kill light but not before light shot and killed him in self defense…?

(this is in fact the more reasonable explanation. two people dead, one of gunshot wounds, the other of a heart attack; obviously the one without a heart attack was kira. obviously!)

(for some reason her dad doesn't buy this.)

so anyway she’s a cop now

(we’re allowing a longer timeskip let’s say 10 years)

pause in mourning for sayu becoming a cop

the task force immediately forms again once the new kira appears, since they all really want closure. sayu manages to force her way in as well despite her parents’ fervent pleas for her to Not Do That. the task force mostly treats her as a grieving young girl which drives her insane

the new kira is pressuring the government to support their new reign, like what happened in yotsuba arc, so the task force is unofficial and a secret

a month after the new kira shows up, beloved idol misa amane vanishes

because mello kidnapped her. that’s why. mihael “mello” “serial kidnapper” keehl knew from the records that L tortured her and decided she must be relevant.

musical misa unfortunately is a moeblob so she was genuinely just trying to get on with her life even though she dreams about scattering dust every night

mello figures out from this that light yagami was the primary suspect from the original investigation but realizes pretty quickly she genuinely doesn’t know anything else

this does allow him to zero in on sayu yagami however because the task force’s member list is not obtainable information but the npa personnel list sure is

mello offers to let misa go, obviously under threat to her life if she ever reveals what happened etc., but she decides that actually she wants to know what’s going on as well. her life as an idol is miserable anyway.

…………..that’s all i got for plot im sorry if i start a kickstarter scam will you pay me for more ideas

re: the musical aspect:

sayu and misa both sing solos that very obviously leave space where light is supposed to sing, because i liked that the original musical made them parallels

mikami’s songs are all solos. gospel music backing like with misa’s songs.

near and mello duet constantly but the spotlight is always only on one of them until the finale where near is explaining mello’s plan (sorry yeah mello dies in this i don’t know how but he does) (he’s very killable can you blame me. he inherited it from lawliet), at which point near finally sings simultaneously with an apparition of mello until they reach “together we can surpass—” and near finishes “L.” alone

miscellaneous:

midora’s the one who dropped the death note. in this universe kiyomi got it rather than c-kira

midora has never done something like this before and she heard from ryuk that rem died by getting too close to her human so after a very brief explanation of the rules midora just flies back to the shinigami realm and watches from there. this drives kiyomi up a wall

i really, really want mikami to kill god (ryuk). i think he deserves it. it would be healthy for him.

(no not by making ryuk fall in love. he sets that bastard on fire or something)

the theme of this musical is Succession. kiyomi is facing immense internal pressure to do what the original kira did but she can’t stand having as much blood on her hands. mikami & his god, sayu & light, near/mello & L, so on and so forth

misa is not in the above list because (as in the original musical) she is the exception to the rule

the finale takes place when kiyomi’s hosting the red and white song battle show. for maximum coolness.

misa doing spy things during the rehearsal for kiyomi’s show… breaking into her room… setting cameras…

i don’t know how the politics of this musical are going to turn out to be. in my head kiyomi is extremely politically minded but she’s also a milquetoast liberal. centrist accelerationism and all that. ideally she would get enough power over the current right-wing government that she can enact policies herself and then start slipping back into the exact same right-wing shit. but i have read exactly 0 theory so i don’t know how i would pull this off

reading marx so i can write death note musical 2 musical boogaloo

anyway the first musical kind of didn’t go into any of that (much less than the manga does as far as i remember) so at least there’s no precedent

oh also and this is important. musical!sayu is the kind of vengeful that makes her perfect for being a cop (derogatory). she’s kind of like matsuda. she’s doing this For Light (the way matsuda shot light For Soichiro) not because she actually has any meaningful objection against kira the entity. i’m sure this will be fine.

i feel like i haven’t talked enough about near… i don’t know how much he could glean from the case. there’s no watari around to press the self destruct button but maybe L just didn’t keep notes in the first place.

i think it consumes him though. it’s illogical because the kira case is over and if you can’t win the game you’re nothing but a loser, but also he can’t tell if L won or not and that drives him mad although he’s very outwardly calm about it.

it just occurred to me that if you somehow only know death note through the musical it’d be kind of insane to show up to the sequel musical just to hear “oh yeah by the way there was an unethical orphanage to replace the detective guy from the first musical, obviously, we all know about the unethical orphanage”