#ahem.......... better late than never????? right????

[delicatevalentine]

JUDGE JUICY EXECUTIONER

The festive season was upon them! Hilda would take any excuse to go out into the town and pick out a new outfit, but it was particularly enjoyable to seek out something that she wouldn't find in her usual day-to-day wardrobe. Especially a dress this adorable!

She'd had to fashion a few embellishments to fit her vision, and craft her own wings -- who knew that the shops around the monastery wouldn't carry such essentials? -- but once her hard labour had come to fruition, even she had to admit that she'd outdone herself.

[citrinesparkles]

EMI 🥺🥺🥺 oh this is darling and YOU are darling and i'm delighted by this- thank you so much omg <3 you are the bee's knees seriously

Autumn Winds and Boyfriend Hoodies

jason todd x reader

(A/N): So my last few weeks have been something like open and close a show, then get COVID, then have 6 essays due this week, but after his week, I'll hopefully have breathing room.

This is a birthday gift for the wonderful Citi @citrinesparkles who has been so patient about my ramblings and is just a lovely human. Citi, I hope you love it :)

warnings: none that i can think of?

wc: ~1200

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It’s been a long day. There’s no special reason, nothing you did or didn’t do. You had the right supplies for your before-work caffeine and you left on time. You even found a ten at the bottom of your bag that you’d completely forgotten about when you went to buy lunch. But you feel like you didn’t sleep as well last night, and someone opened a window somewhere before you’d even arrived, giving the late autumn winds full permission to whip through the building, leaving an unshakeable chill in their wake. 

It’s an even chillier two block walk from the bus station to your building, and you welcome the heat as you step inside. Your plans tonight: shower, heat up leftovers for dinner, and watch a movie or two on Netflix before you go to sleep. Even better if your boyfriend can in fact make it over by 8. You got a text earlier in the day that he’d gotten safely home from his two-day mission with minimal injuries, so you’re optimistic. You open your text chain with Jason as you walk up the stairs to the third floor to let him know you’re home and he can come by whenever. 

And then you get to your apartment, walk inside, and it’s freezing. You toe off your shoes and head towards the heater. There’s no warm air blowing — which is expected as it feels like it’s 60 degrees in your apartment — and the light that glows to indicate it’s on isn’t blinking a dull green as usual. Five minutes of fiddling later, you give up and email the maintenance for your building. The automated response you get says that they close at 6 in the evenings except for emergencies—which you don’t qualify as—and they won’t get back to you until tomorrow morning.

“Great, just what I needed,” you mutter to yourself, stripping off your coat to hang it up and dropping your bag by the door. You take off your shoes and put your keys on the hook by the door. You’re already getting chilly. “A hot shower sounds really good right now.”

There’s a knock on the door 40 minutes later, after you’ve showered and heated up dinner and gotten your food and drink to the coffee table. The TV is on, showing you the Netflix home screen. You don’t want to put your blanket on your lap while you’re eating, so you resign yourself to just being chilly for the next half-hour or so. The knock comes as you’re scrolling through your list, searching for something low-effort to watch, and you let out a heavy breath before untangling yourself from your squished position on the couch in order to put your bowl and the remote on the coffee table and open the door.

Jason’s on the other side when you open it, in sweatpants and a hoodie under a leather jacket. Just seeing him makes your evening so much better. He looks exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes and in soft clothes, and there’s a spark of warmth in your chest because he trusts you enough to see that part of him and you feel so incredibly lucky. 

“Hi,” you say, and you can feel a dopey smile crossing your face. You see Jason’s eyes scan you quickly, traveling over your snowflake pj pants and fuzzy socks and one of his t-shirts, and he smiles back at you. 

“Hi babe. Did you want to stand in the doorway all night or?” You step back, opening the door wider as he comes inside. 

“You know Jay, if you didn’t want to eat the remaining leftovers in my fridge, you could have just said so.” Jason laughs, a bright thing that makes you smile too. 

“Missed you too.” 

He takes the door to close it behind him and then leans towards you. You catch his face with your hands as his arms circle around your waist and back. It’s a soft kiss, and his lips are warm, staving off the chill that you’ve felt since you walked in, and you take a second to press your forehead against his temple, just relishing in the fact that he’s here, safe, with you. 

He’s a little taller than he usually is, and you look down when you step back; he’s wearing work boots. He only wears those when he needs to fit something bulky in his shoes because he doesn’t have to tie them. 

“Minimal injuries, huh?” you ask. Jason follows your eyes down to his shoes and shrugs. 

“I’m walking, so I’d say it’s minimal.” You turn to the kitchen. 

“Sit down and put whichever ankle it is on the coffee table. I’ll get your food. And an ice pack.” 

When you look back at him, Jason is grinning. He hangs his leather jacket on his hook on your coat hanger. 

-

By the time you get back to the coffee table, any warmth you’d been feeling is gone, and the ice pack you have in your hands isn’t helping. You hand Jason the ice pack first and he positions it properly over his ankle before you hand him his food. He takes it with a murmured ‘thanks,’ and you hum in response, picking your food back up and sitting back in your spot on the couch. Your food isn’t warm anymore, more lukewarm, but you’re not willing to uncurl again just to heat it up. 

Jason’s settled on a movie, you realize; there’s something paused on the screen. You didn’t even hear him start it. 

“Babe, you okay?” When you look at him, Jason’s face is creased with concern. You feel guilty for making him worry when he just got back and you’re frustrated at yourself that it’s something so mundane. 

“I’m cold.” The words sound sort of whiny and pathetic to you when they come out of your mouth, but Jason’s face lights up. 

“Hold this,” he says, passing you his bowl. You take it, confused, as he wriggles around, pulling off his hoodie. It’s dark red and huge and has a tiny logo in the corner of what you think is a Wayne Enterprises shelter in the narrows. Jason takes his bowl back and hands you the hoodie, then motions for you to give him your bowl. You hesitate, fingers twitching towards the sweatshirt.

“I run warm, so don’t feel like you’re putting me out. It’s all yours, babe.” 

It takes you a second to find the hood and the sleeves, but it’s warm and smells like Jason’s favorite cologne and a little bit of cinnamon.  

You turn to Jason, fixing the hair that had gotten messed up as you yanked the hoodie over your head. He’s staring at you, a smile on his face you’d never seen before. 

“What?” you ask, taking your bowl back from him. “Are you realizing I look better in it than you do?” 

A snort of laughter from him startles you into your own laughter. For the first time all day, you don’t feel a chill.  

-

Later on, when your food is finished and there’s a large bowl of popcorn on Jason’s lap that you’ve both been taking from throughout the movie, you’re sure you’re keeping the hoodie. And you’re right; Jason doesn’t get it back until he moves in with you, years later. By then, the logo’s peeling, but it’s softer than it used to be. 

The smiles Jason makes when he looks at you though? Those are the same. 

[momonyu]

sweet dreams

roronoa zoro x reader

kiss me through the phone

1.2k words

a/n: this was inspired by this haikyuu fanfic (pls read if ur a sakusa enjoyer, i promise you it's worth the read!!). anyways, i feel like zoro is always the one i write for as my first fic back from a hiatus hehe

sleep usually comes to zoro quite easily, greeting him like an old friend. tonight, however, it evades him like he’s offended it. he’s restless, tossing and turning, back and forth, until he finally gives up.

he looks at the clock.

it’s been 2 minutes.

ugh, fuck it.

he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching for the snail sitting on his bedside table. the receiver rests between his ear and his shoulder as he dials, leg bouncing up and down as he waits for the voice he’s so desperate to hear.

purururururu-

“hello?"

your voice is a little fuzzy through the phone, and zoro presses the receiver even closer to his ear.

“hi.”

for a second, there's only silence and zoro frowns. nami did warn him that there was a storm hitting the island. it’s also really late.

maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call-

and then your laughter comes through, finding him like a ray of sun peeking through dark clouds.

“zoro, what even- i have so many questions!”

at the sound of your voice, he can feel a wave of comfort wash over him. he sinks into his bed and, instinctively, he smiles.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!” you giggle. "where did you get a den den mushi? why are you calling? shouldn’t you be asleep?”

before he can answer, you gasp. “wait,” your voice drops to a whisper. “did you… did you steal a phone?”

you sound so horrified and zoro laughs — earnestly, truly, and oh-so easily. somehow, happiness is so effortless with you.

“zoro!” you chastise him, scandalized at his laughter. “tell me you didn’t!”

he nestles into his pillows. with you in his ear, it almost feels like you're right next to him.

“i'm a pirate, not a thief.” he huffs. “nami was hoarding a couple in her room and with a little - ahem - negotiating, she let me use one.”

“oh boy,” zoro can hear you shuffle in bed. “i hope you didn't trade the rest of your life savings just for a snail.”

“life savings? you mean the 10 berries i hold to my name?”

“uh, have you seen your bounty? you hold a lot more than 10 berries to your name.”

“you keeping tabs on me?“

"of course i am," you say it so matter-of-factly that zoro can't help but grin. he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — god, he looks as lovesick as the stupid cook.

but he doesn't hate it.

“i know it's late but don't act like you weren't still up. i know you don't sleep.”

“maybe i can't sleep because i don't have my white noise machine here with me.”

he scoffs, “is that what i am to you? just white noise while i sleep?”

“please.” zoro smiles; he can practically hear you roll your eyes. “you're lucky you can't hear yourself snore. and you should consider it a compliment! it means it's useful to have you in bed.”

“just useful, huh? i feel like mind-blowing might be a better way to describe my performance in bed.”

you click your tongue and zoro laughs. it's truly amazing how you can still make him feel so weightless from across the seas.

“always so cocky,” you tsk. “is that a job requirement when you sign up to be a pirate or something?”

“if it was, chopper and usopp would've never made the cut.”

“don't pick on them!” zoro hears a soft thud! as you fall back against your pillows. “gosh, it feels like forever since i've seen them.”

“because it has been. they miss you."

after a beat, he adds, “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

for a moment, neither of you speak. all he hears is the patter of rain in the background and when he closes his eyes, he can imagine you cozy in bed with a window open. you always love the sound of rain at night.

“i'm excited to see you all tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“yeah, but me the most, right?”

“of course.”

he sighs, looking out the window at the night sky, moonlit and cloudless. he wishes that it was rain instead — because that would mean he’s not so far away.

“i wish i could see you right now.”

you laugh and zoro can picture the way your eyes crinkle when you do, “i think you can wait a few hours.”

“actually,” he says. “accounting for the storm, it'll take us another 16 hours. but who's counting?”

“definitely not you.”

“definitely not.”

“you're just always impatient.”

“correct.”

“patience is a virtue, you know.”

“i'm not virtuous.”

“no, you're ridiculous.” the affection in your voice makes zoro's heart ache. there’s more rustling, and he wishes for nothing more than to be under the covers with you.

tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

“go to sleep.” it's like you can read his mind. “i promise time will pass by a lot faster if you do.”

zoro stares at the moon, wondering if it knows that it'll never come close to outshining you.

“tell me a story first.”

“what?”

“tell me a bedtime story.”

“now?” you sigh. “but it’s so late. my brain cells stop working after business hours.”

“yeah, but i’m a vip client.”

“sorry, we don't do after-hours services.”

“if you do, i promise to give you a present tomorrow.” he reaches over to grab the aforementioned gift from his bedside, as if you’d be able to see it through the phone.

“a present?” curiosity colours your pretty voice. “wait, it better not be something lame, like a... kiss or a hug.”

“i dare you to call my kisses lame to my face.”

“or what, big boy?” you tease.

“oh, you don’t wanna know,” he warns. “i am a pirate after all.”

“ooh, so scary. i better do what the scary pirate says.”

and with that, zoro smiles to himself. he opens your present, playing with the contents as he gets comfortable, eyes closing as he waits for you to start.

you're not even halfway through your story before his snores travel through the snail, and you shake your head with endearment. your heart longs for him the way his wants you. you were only half-joking earlier; it really is that much harder for you to sleep without him.

there is nothing more comforting than the sound of zoro’s gentle slumber, the feel of his breath against your skin as he snuggles close, chest against your back, an arm snaked around your waist.

a sigh echoes in your lonely room. you should really take your own advice; tomorrow will come faster if you sleep.

you choose not to hang up. instead, you place the receiver next to your pillow and you pull up the covers, ready to join zoro in dreamland.

“good night,” you whisper to the rain, the moon, and your lover.

“i can’t wait to be with you.”

and from across the ocean, zoro sleeps soundly with starlight illuminating his room, catching the edges of a ring falling out of his hand — one with glittering diamonds, that he's spent days picking out, that he'll offer on one knee as he confesses,

i can’t wait to be with you,

for the rest of our lives.

[momobani]

&TEAM hyung line + catching them jerking off

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! | smut under cut | 0.8k

a/n: it's around 2am and i have things to say, enjoy <3

*sorry about the slightly messy format, i'm sleepy lol

K

does absolutely nothing to hide in it in the privacy of your own house, like he walks around half-naked on the daily just cuz he’s comfortable. you’re minding your own business doing whatever, maybe you’ve got something cooking then you hear some suspicious sounds coming from your bathroom or your bedroom and you know that it’s K working on himself, big hand wrapped around his even bigger cock, pumping slowly, as if giving you an opportunity to make up your mind whether you want to come and join him or you’re just going to listen to him from afar. of course his goal is to make you to drop everything and come either watch or help him out, but he does this quite often and he respects that sometimes you’re busy or just not into it (rarely (never)) but it’s no surprise when you walk in, as if possessed and see him smirk at you as he speeds up his movements when you show up. “you just gonna stand there and enjoy the show?” and just from how smugly he says it, you might have left him alone if it wasn’t for the growing ache in your cunt. 

Fuma

would probably only do it when you’re away or just not around at the moment, because why would he do it when he could just be having sex with you instead? is quite civilised about it (unlike K ahem) and probably does it in the shower for practicality or just before bed so he can sleep better if he’s spent. unless you walk in on him while he stifles his quiet, breathy moans, hand squelching with the slick all over his cock, you wouldn’t know what he’d done while you were gone. sometimes if he’s feeling extra horny, might send you photos or audios, or if he’s practically gonna explode, videos, and is probably watching and jerking off to any videos he has of you or audios of you just talking or moaning. just wants to be reminded of you at any opportunity, mostly because he misses your pussy and mouth around his dick. you’re probably on a business trip somewhere and you receive an audio message from fuma late at night, and it’s just him moaning your name as he cums, so of course you repeat it and click ‘save’, promptly losing your mind in your hotel room.  

Nicholas

this bitch. i swear, this bitch is worse than K. invites you personally to watch but doesn’t allow you to touch him or yourself so you’re just sitting there, watching the way he gives you a whole experience, your own personal camboy if you will. does all the things he can to tease you like taking his time taking off his shirt or unbuckling his belt before pulling out his hardened cock because if he was being honest, he wasn’t only jerking off for himself but for you too, something to keep things interesting between you. “that’s right, just sit and enjoy, baby. it’s all for you, look how hard you make me.” he says, smiling when he sees how hot and bothered you’re getting, legs already shifting in your seat, trying to get some kind of friction. “you’re so pathetic, sweetheart.” yup, would probably like degrading and taunting you while his fist glides up and down his shaft. at some point he probably makes you take off your panties and spread your legs to stop you from moving and so he can watch you grow wetter in real time, your pussy clenching around nothing. if you’re good, might let you finish him off with your mouth. (rip me, you and everyone else)

EJ

poor baby is so shy about it, probably does it when he thinks you’re away or won’t hear him, like in the bathroom before or during showering but his cute groans and moans definitely alert you to what he’s doing. he was probably just thinking about something and suddenly remembered something you two had done together and got hard again just at the memory so had to take measures cuz he just can’t stop his mind (or cock). you do end up finding him in the act (were you being pervy and listening to him lol) and he squeaks in panic and starts stuttering, hand frozen around the head of his dick. “i-it’s not w-what it looks like.” and you’re like “hmm, it’s looks like you just couldn’t wait to get off, baby.” you tell him gently. “then it’s exactly what it looks like.” he admits, looking down. you can see he wants you to do something but is too shy to say, so you ask him if you can watch or if he wants help, taking control and sweet baby nods so quickly and asks you for help because while his hand feels good, he loves your hands and mouth better, or if you want to fuck, then he’d be really happy with that too.

*

a/n: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3 as you can see, i fight demons (nicholas) at 2am, so don't be surprised if something doesn't sound right, i proofread while yawning

[crheativity]

…YOUR CALL.

SUMMARY: The time has come for you to depart from Twisted Wonderland. Fortunately, it might not need to be forever.

WARNINGS: This is angsty, but with a happy ending!

COMMENTS: asdfjhgh writing via dictation is hard, I can’t think and talk at the same time apparently LOL, enjoy!

(Find part 1 here)

“What are you doing here?” Ace asked, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be in tutoring sessions with Riddle right now?”

Ace and Grim were standing outside of Crowley’s office. He had been wondering why headmage had suddenly wanted to see him and Grim, and now that Deuce had arrived, he was even more confused. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong — at least, nothing worth talking to the principal about. And now Deuce was here too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Well, I should be,” Deuce replied, “ but I suddenly got a summons from Crowley. Riddle agreed to postpone the lesson as this is probably a lot more important.”

“Yeah no kidding.” Ace crossed his arms. “Got any idea what we’re here for?”

“Not unless you’ve done something wrong.” Deuce grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Hey! That was uncalled for. I’ve gotten a lot better lately.” Ace huffed and rolled his eyes.

That was true, Deuce thought. We both have.

In the months you’ve been away, a lot has changed. Deuce had thrown himself into his studies and his track team meets, Ace had started (reluctantly) babysitting Grim and focusing on basketball a lot more and Grim was trying harder than ever to become the best mage he could be.

Yet they never forgot you.

Every day, at least one of them would make the long walk to Ramshackle. They would ensure that the place was neat and tidy and that there were still snacks in the cupboard. After all, you were supposed to be coming back soon, right?

…Right?

No matter how hard they tried to contact you, they never heard anything from you. They never saw you online. You never sent that promised message that you were okay.

None of them wanted to admit it, but they were worried.

“At any rate, we should head inside. It’s just about time.” Deuce said, glancing at his watch.

“Do you guys think this might have something to do with…?” Grim interrupted nervously.

Silence. Ace and Deuce glanced at each other.

“Best not to get our hopes up.” Ace said cheerfully, though neither Deuce nor Grim could miss the strain in his voice. He hastily knocked on the door.

“Come in!” The headmage’s voice called out.

Taking a deep breath, they opened the door.

“Ah, how wonderful it is to see the three of you again!” Crowley exclaimed with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards the three of them. “How have your studies been of late?”

“Er, fine, thanks.” Ace replied, awkwardly. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Excellent, excellent! No doubt due in some small part to my excellent guidance, no?” He clapped his hands together. “Ah, my kindness truly knows no bounds!”

“Um, headmage?” Deuce asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”

Crowley grinned.

“Ah yes, about that. You see, I am a generous man.” Crowley laced his fingers behind his back and started to pace in front of them. “I care for my students—“

Ace snorted, and Deuce stood on his foot. Crowley shot a glare at the two of them.

“Ahem. As I was saying, I care for my students, and try to make myself aware of their behaviours on campus so that I may reward those who do good deeds and punish those who failed to comply with the rules. Are you following?”

Ace, Deuce and Grim shared a glance.

“Not particularly.” Ace replied.

Crowley groaned. “I am simply trying to express my gratitude for your continuing, and unwavering maintenance of the Ramshackle dorm, and for your continued hope in the magicless Prefect’s return.”

Their hearts sank. Was that all he wanted?

“Of course, such impressive dedication must be rewarded, no?” Crowley nodded, staring at the door to his office behind them.

“We’re getting a reward?” Ace asked, confused,

“Why of course! If you will turn around and look.”

The three of them turned around—

And gasped.

“Hi!” You grinned at the three of them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t contact you guys sooner, apparently my Wi-Fi is different from your Wi-Fi so the phone didn’t wo—“

Before you could finish your sentence, two pairs of arms had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around them, you held your two best friends close.

“I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too, Prefect.” Deuce mumbled, giving you an extra squeeze.

“Please don’t leave ever again.” Ace muttered, and Deuce nodded vehemently.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it for at least—“

“Henchman!”

Extracting yourself from the hug, you looked around to see Grim standing in front of you. tears sprung up in your eyes at the sight of him.

“Grim!” You began to make your way towards him, planning to scoop him into a hug.

“Not so fast!” Grim exclaimed. He was clearly very happy to see you, but someone had to maintain appearances. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, leaving your master on his own for so long!”

“What do you mean on your own, huh?” Ace retorted. “I’ve had to babysit you this entire time!”

“Yes yes, you’ve been a very good substitute henchman I suppose.” Grim waved Ace’s comments away. “But that does not excuse the fact that my henchman abandoned me!”

Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Grim.” You did your best to appear contrite. “I’ll buy some tuna to make up for it?”

“Better be the best tuna Twisted Wonderland has to offer.” Grim crossed his paws, trying to appear angry, but the smile on his face, and the tears in his eyes, gave him away.

You scooped the cat into a tight squeeze. “Of course it will be.”

“Well then,” Grim spoke happily, returning the hug. “I suppose I can reinstate you as my henchman.”

“Job’s all yours” Ace grumbled.

“Ah, such a happy reunion! Aren’t I so generous, spending all that time finding a way for the Prefect to return, hm?”

You grinned. You’d almost missed the headmage’s benevolent speeches.

You sighed happily.

“I’m back.”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[lola-bunn1]

it's always been you.

❥ genre: angst-ish? to fluff

You and Lo'ak have been friends for the longest time, after the death of your parents, you were invited to hang out with the sully's way more often, considering they were your parent's friends.

When you were there, Lo'ak was the only one your age, so you hung out with him more than everyone else. Sooner or later, you two became best friends and went everywhere together.

You'd go to the tree of souls and talk about your problems there, you'd ride on your ikrans and fly late at night, sure his parents didn't like it. But Lo'ak was a rebel and he didn't really care.

Later, the sky people came for war again, and the sully's needed to find shelter in a place they don't know about. So you obviously went with them.

You stood with the sully children as they were introduced to the metkayina clan. You learned their ways and helped them around the village.

But something felt off about Lo'ak now. Things were different.

You sat with Neytiri to help her make some food while the others were out for lessons.

"So, what do you think of Awa'atlu?" Neytiri smiled at you, she was always like a mother to you.

"It's nice, the people here are different than our people" You responded

"Yes, they are. But it feels like a refreshing new start, with new people and a new home. I hope the children are getting along well with the others"

Before you could answer, Lo'ak came in

"Hey-guess what I learned? I could ride an ilu now. Check me out on the waves, girl!"

"That might be the most annoying thing you've ever said. Never say that again it's giving me the ick." You teased

Before he could say anything, Tsireya came in as well

"Lo'ak! Come on, it's time for our exercises." She smiled at him, he quickly nodded and walked away with her

You sighed, "Guess you're right Neytiri, your children seem to be getting along with them just fine." you mumbled and left the marui

When you wandered around the island, you found an area nobody went to, and it was the perfect place to relax and have some peace from everything.

You wanted to tell Lo’ak about it, but clearly he didn’t really care to know. So now it was just you, sitting near the waves, staring blankly at the ocean and fidgeting with the bracelet in your hand.

It was a bracelet you had made for Lo’ak, you wanted to give it to him. But he was too busy to even talk to you at this point.

You aren’t supposed to care this much about this. Lo’ak likes being around Tsireya and it wasn’t a problem. She was a beautiful and kind soul, he deserved her.

She was better anyway.

You felt a tear slide down your cheek and were quick to wipe it away, you shouldn’t be crying over something so stupid.

You got up and walked around the village, exploring and wandering on your own since nobody *ahem* was there to go with you.

You quietly hummed to yourself as you collected some seashells you found in the sand, when you suddenly flinched, feeling someone touch you

You turned around to see Ao’nung looking at you with a confused expression

“Uh-did i startle you?” He asked

“No I just twitch for no reason.” You rolled your eyes and kept looking for more seashells

“Well um, I couldn’t help but see you wandering around on your own, I collected some of these” He said as he showed you a collection of seashells

“Why…would you do that?” You furrowed your eyebrows

“I dunno, thought I could maybe help you look around. You can make really nice things with those shells” He shrugged

“Oh…” You muttered to yourself, “okay I guess” you said, and the two of you looked for more, and sparked up some conversation

You had to admit, it was a little weird how Ao’nung was acting. He was usually his smug cocky self, but for some apparent reason he was being nice, and you kind of enjoyed the company you’d been missing ever since you got here.

You two had the best time, you gathered them all up and decided to split them so you can both make some stuff with it. You sat by the ocean and talked about some stuff as well

When Lo’ak was done with his lessons he went to look for you, a little confused as to why you weren’t home. You weren’t exactly familiar with this island

When he found you, even more confusion set in his mind when he saw you talking and laughing with Ao’nung. It wasn’t even confusion, it was an odd feeling, like a mix of anger and sadness.

Something about the fact that you were hanging out with Ao’nung bothered him and he didn’t want it happening ever again.

“So you can make a necklace with them as well” Ao’nung said

“That group of shells would look so pretty on a necklace!” You said with a smile on your face

“What the hell are you two doing?” Lo’ak said with a stern tone

“Oh-hey Lo’ak, we were just talking about the she—“

“I wasn’t asking you.” He said, not even looking at you in the face, his eyes set on Ao’nung

“Uh, same as she said. Just talking about stuff” Ao’nung said

“We’re leaving” Lo’ak grabbed your arm and pulled you up from the ground

“Lo’ak—“

“Listen here, fish lips. Talk to her again, and you’ll get another black eye.” He said, walking away with his hand pulling you away as you mumbled apologies to Ao’nung who was silently nodding at you

Lo’ak finally let go after some time and you pushed him away

“What the hell was that.” You yelled

“What? I saw the way he was looking at you”

“He wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

“Yes he was, he was hanging out with you!” He yelled

“Oh so now I can’t hang out with anybody? What else am I supposed to do when all you do is avoid me and go hang out with your little Tsireya. Go to her, maybe she’ll fix your problem.” You said and began to walk away when he pulled you back

“I don’t want Tsireya.” He said with a serious tone, “Do you seriously not get it?”

“Why wouldn’t you want her? She’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s perfect—“

“I don’t want her because she’s not you, y/n!” He snapped

“What?” You said, taken aback

“You heard me. I don’t want her because she doesn’t make me laugh the way you do, I don’t want her because she doesn’t make me feel warm inside the way you do, I don’t want her because she doesn’t make me feel the way you do, I don’t want her because she’s not you.”

“But Lo’ak—“

“I don’t know what happened to me back there. But I do know that I never ever want to see you with someone that isn’t me. Because I see you, y/n”

It was quiet for a moment, and Lo’ak knew this entire relationship was over. Until a smile rose upon your face

“I see you too” You whispered as the two of you leaned in for a soft kiss

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say those words” He smiled, hugging you tight

“Wait!!” You suddenly said, pulling him with you as you ran somewhere, ignoring his questioning

You two kept running till you found it, the area you’ve been wanting to show him.

“I found this place a while ago, isn’t it nice? Near the ocean, peaceful, nice view”

“It’s perfect” He said, you dug up some sand and pulled something out of the hole

“I made you this” You said, giving him the bracelet, “do you like it?”

“I love it” He said, smiling as he wore the bracelet and kissed you again, and again, and again

“Lo’ak stop it” You giggled as you tried to get away, but he kept pulling you closer, kissing your neck and moving up to your cheeks and lips

“Okay okay, stop it” You chuckled as you lightly pushed him away, “one more thing! You need to go apologize to Ao’nung”

“We both know I’m not doing that” He said

“You have to, Lo’ak! He really didn’t mean any harm, he was just collecting seashells with me! He even showed me where the pretty ones are! Give him a chance, please?” You said, playing with his fingers

“Fine” he sighed and you smiled, “but only for you, ma y/n”

He had you now, and he’s not planning on ever letting you go.

[90percentstudios]

What D&D classes would the CKC cast play as, and what would be their playstyle?

cody - changeling rogue. he'd get obsessed with trying to ride on the back of a hill giant instead of just freakin' killing it, and would probably forget he can do stuff like shapeshifting/bonus actions/etc 80% of the time. he's pretty deadly when he's locked in though, but it'd take some proof and convincing that an enemy is worthy of death. he'd also doodle while playing, heavily distracting him, but at least by the end of each session there's a bunch of silly drawings his friends can flip through.

mini - changeling cleric. the twins are both changelings cuz of everyone in the series, i think they're the only ones that've achieved being losers, cool kids, gods, averaged, AND banned. she's actually a big fan of making overly complicated plans, whether it's a heist, a jailbreak, you know she's got a dozen pastel gel pens to plan it all out! unfortunately she's got horrific luck, consistently rolling under 10. at least the plan goes well when someone else is carrying it out.

peter - human paladin. he has perfect recollection of all the rules and likes the game to be as immersive as possible, because convincing himself he's really a heroic paladin that people like and respect was his copium as a loser. that being said, post-series pb would have a bit more fun, especially with cody there to involve him in all his crazy antics.

juvie - tiefling barbarian/fighter multiclass. they frequently have to reassure their team they're not a violent psychopath irl, it's just that if you're playing in a world where you can do anything, why WOULDN'T you give every kobold a uniquely gruesome death and decorate your camp with their guts as a show of force? anyway they're very combat focused.

peggy - wood half-elf druid. any chance she has to transform into a unicorn she takes (it's not technically allowed but daniel allows her to turn into a horse that has a horn for flavor). she mostly trots around, eats apples, gives people horsey-rides, makes friends with other animals and often demands that daniel allow them to resurrect their friends (ahem cody) whenever they miraculously die.

holden - human bard. he actually brings his guitar and plays a short tune whenever he uses bard magic, it really adds to the immersion! he's also the party-face, meaning he's in charge of persuading the guards not to imprison everyone just because juvie tested the flammability of the local tavern's liqueurs. after a dozen of these instances he's gotten in the habit of telling guards "i've never seen that tiefling in my life."

daniel - elf wizard, (though he'd focus on dming, he'd probably include his own character in the campaign at peggy's request because "he'd be left out" if he didn't). his character would offer important exposition when it's already too late and punish the others for their reckless shenanigans by not helping them when they're in a bind. "it's better for character growth" he says.

gigi - sorcerer. she'd immediately grasp the rules, min-max the hell out of her character, remind people to use their ability modifiers and always be on the hunt for the best equipment, often getting holden to help bargain for them with his high charisma stat. her gamer-brain's also got a good memory for the lore of the campaign. "where was the grand exchange again?" "it was north east of kragmaw, remember?" "..." "in that cave in the side of the mountain?" "..." "you caused a cave-in that cut the water supply off from the local town, displacing hundreds?" "... ooooh, right."

rhyme - astral elf. would join the campaign a bit later than the others since she'd still be getting used to the friend group and all. everyone would welcome her in and they'd all grow as friends. she's annoyingly good at everything as always, yet somehow whenever she's near, mishap seems to follow. juvie's certain she's up to no good but no one believes them, until some pivotal moment when daniel reveals he'd invited her to play as a double agent on the side of evil and in order to complete the quest they must all fight to the death. when asked why the hell he'd do something like that he says "dammit i told you cody, FOR CHARACTER GROWTH!!" rhyme has stellar acting and everyone fights her with teary eyes, until... i dunno, they find some secret option of exorcising her of evil and completing the quest and no one dies and yadda yadda happy ending. anyway juvie gives a very well-deserved i told you so and rhyme admits her being the secret villain was a bit on the nose but she enjoyed the theatre of it all.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

I'm so sorry for the spam reblog of your GG rivals au stuff, but!!!! I'M SO. Ahem, I'm so so normal about it (<- lies).

I'm so curious how Gem got her start in the army and how she advanced rank seemingly so quickly! I mean I don't know the ages in this but I assume she's mayyybe in her late twenties? I dunno just a guess, but it also begs the question of when she joined? I mean you said that she always wanted to join the army so I'd imagine her joining at a similar age as Etho. Either way! Geminislay!

I just love this au so much! I'm gonna think about it all the time ♡

Hello! It's so exciting to get asks for this au! I'm so glad that people seem to like it so much. And not to worry, I quite enjoying seeing everyone being so excited about my au in my notifications. It is a delight.

As for your question:

She did join the army at around the same age Etho had, so maybe 16-17 (he is 9 or so years older than her here).

After leaving her hometown and enlisting, she became Impulse's squire. This was where she met Scott as well. He was a friend of Impulse's, and therefore she naturally seen a lot of him. They all grew close very quickly.

Right from the start, she showed exceptional swordsmanship, as well as brilliant organizational skills. She was quick-witted and a natural leader capable of taking charge in stressful situations, so her climb in rank was only natural.

Her first promotion was, coincidentally, because of Grian. She was only a few months into her stay at the castle when an explosion was set off in the courtyard and the weapons room was broken in to. While everyone else was panicked and unsure of what to do, she stepped up and led evacuation efforts before running off on her own to face Grian. She was the only one who managed to stop him from taking a great deal of weaponry, and even had him restrained for a period of time before he escaped. This bumped her right up into knighthood, where she was finally able to serve beside her friends instead of under them.

She would remain a knight for several years after that, and she was regularly assigned to deal with all things Grian since she seemed to be the only one capable of subduing him. It was never anything as grand as breaking into the castle again, but she helped stop her fair share of riots, and ran him out of town before he could start anything all together.

Her next major promotion wouldn't be until she was around 23-24. She ended up fighting in a war with a neighboring kingdom (more details on that another time, I do not want to spoil everything too quickly) in which she took charge of many battles, as well as worked with the previous commander to formulate strategies.

She was at first seen as arrogant and cocky by her peers for how quick she was to input her own ideas and boss them around, but that didn't last very long as it became evident that she knew what she was doing. In fact, she quickly became highly respected, maybe even a little feared, for how deadly and efficient she was.

Following the death of the previous commander during the war, Ren only saw it fit that he give the title and responsibilities over to her despite her young age. She had more than proved herself time and time again, and there was no one better for the job.

[littlemissthunderstorms]

gorgeous

alex turner x fem reader

i don’t really know how to summarize it, so just read and find out!! it’ll be a fun little surprise! (also i quoted a line from better than the movies in here, i just finished that book and i LOVED it so dearly)

i couldn’t choose just one song 😣

late afternoon was dull. rain poured outside and the sky was grey, adding to the melancholy of the day. as you sit on the couch next to your best friend alex, you couldn’t help but stare at the rain pattering against the window, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. you had just recently broken up with your boyfriend, you realized he wasn’t the one and it made you sad. it was easy to let your thoughts spiral, you wondered if you’d ever find your person, if anyone would ever love you that much. could you be loved? you didn’t want to be lonely forever and then become an old lady living alone with her fifty cats in an old apartment. would you die alone? oh my god and then who would even take care of the cats? would anyone even know you died? what if- “ahem.” you jumped slightly, raising your eyebrows at alex who was looking at you with a funny expression, accompanied by a head tilt.

“soo movie or no?” alex chuckled. “you ruined my train of thought.” you smiled as you kicked him playfully. alex had always been your best friend, you had always been there for eachother and this was no different. he’d been hanging out at your house practically the second your boyfriend had moved out and you didn’t mind at all. alex laughed softly, brown eyes not leaving yours. as you gazed at the boy, your smile faded into a frown, your earlier thoughts returning to haunt you. alex noticed this, furrowing his brows. “you alright?” you hadn’t really allowed yourself to overthink too much since your boyfriend left, and now that you had really thought about being alone, it destroyed you. anxiety plagued you, filling you only with distress and thoughts of loneliness.

“i dunno.” you shifted your gaze to your lap, fiddling with your rings. “you wanna talk about it?” alex shuffled closer to you on the couch. you shrugged, eyes still fixated on your lap, averting his gaze. “is it about him?” you noticed how close alex was, causing your heart to race a little faster. “um- no.” you paused. “well, yes, related. i mean, it’s not exactly about him, like the fact that i miss him or anything. which i dont. not really. that seems kinda mean, but it’s true.”

you looked up at alex nervously to find him looking back at you, silently urging you to continue talking. “its just- i’m nervous i’ll never find anyone. sounds fucking stupid now that i’m saying it aloud but um..” you gulped nervously. alex eyes were soft and caring and the effect he had on you right now was concerning. nevertheless, you continued.“i’m scared to be alone forever, i just want to love someone and be loved. and i’m so scared thats not going to happen and i’m scared nobody will ever find me pretty enough to love me. i dont know.” you weren’t even thinking now, the storm of anxiety that occupied your mind now letting loose. “i’m just nervous i guess. i dunno, its silly.” you sighed “maybe i’m just overthinking.”

you kept your gaze on your lap as you finished your rant, too flustered to look at alex. he was close. really close. why was your stomach all swirly? the thunder outside filled the silence for a few moments. alex grabbed your hand, causing you to meet his eyes. “hey. don’t think like that. you’re gorgeous.” the way alex was talking to you, the way he was looking at you, soft brown eyes shimmering in the candlelight, all smiley and sweet. it was getting hard to breathe. you were so distracted by him that you forgot to respond. “thank you.” you muttered pathetically, making him chuckle softly, hand not leaving yours. the house was quiet besides the muffled sound of thunder and rain from the nasty storm outside that was getting more intense by the minute. candles and lamps emitted a soft glow throughout the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.

the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. your eyes darted down to his lips for a split second before quickly looking back up at his eyes. shit. don’t look at his lips don’t look at his lips. the tension was so thick you were sure lightning was bound to strike between you two any second. the house was too quiet. was he getting closer? you nervously broke eye contact for a split second, your stomach fluttering as you looked back at him. he didn’t move, eyes still locked on yours. your face heated. “um- so what movie did you wanna wat-“you didn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were all over yours, nose pressed into your cheek and hand cupping your face. he kissed you like it was his job and he wanted a raise. you eagerly kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. he leaned over you, gently pressing you against the arm of the couch as he kissed the shit out of you. you brought your free hand to grab ahold of his hair, deepening the kiss which elicited a sigh out of him.

the intensity of the kiss increased as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky for a few moments, a loud boom of thunder following, rumbling the ground. you pushed your hand up his shirt, his skin warm. his tongue slid across yours. his hands were in your hair. your leg was wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, teeth colliding and soft sighs filling the air. another rumble of thunder shook the ground and just like that, the lights were out. you broke the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. the room was dark, almost pitch black.

and if it weren’t for the soft light of the streetlamps, the glow of the candle in the other room, or the incandescent moonlight, you might’ve not been able to see alex smiling down at you.

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hope this made you giggle and kick your feet, goodnight!

ps. this is like my third time writing anything ever so if it’s bad don’t come for me

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(s1 finale… Ready for pain and blood? Let's do this. *grabs tissues*)

Season 1 episode 7 [The Thing Lay Still] - part 1/3

- Oof, opening with the Moonlight Sonata, how to put you right in the mood.

- Daniel side-eyeing Rashid/Armand…

- [Daniel] "Can an immortal meet mortality?" - weeeell, to paraphrase our favourite rockstar, "the sun or the fire might kill me, but then again, it might not".

- [Louis] "Decapitation. He confided that to me one blood-drunken night in Bâton Rouge." - and then Louis proceeded to never forget it. I want to know more about their nights of hunting and partying. There's like, 80 miles (is that roughly 100km? I'm French, I don't know miles) between NOLA and Bâton Rouge, even if they're vampires, that's still a little trip that could be special when they have all of New Orleans to hunt (an anniversary? A date? A special performance of Macbeth or Puccini? Someone needs to write a fic)…

- [Louis] "Add to the toxic air a new ever-present paranoia, and now, you are with us." - kinda wish I wasn't tbh. "The toxicity, in my city"… Ahem.

- [Louis] "Lestat de Lioncourt. 179 years in the Savage Garden. 148 years the blood-drinker, the bringer of death… the deer come up the trail." - ooof, first point, Lestat, or at least, Louis' version of Lestat in this recollection, oozes danger and predator. He looks, feels and moves dangerously. And acts unhinged. His words heavily accented. Go figure if he really was that scattered and angry at that time, or if Louis' anxiety, trauma and guilt color the scene that way.

Second point, another mention of the Savage Garden! Made by Louis this time, so one could imagine that Lestat told him about it, that they had a conversation or more about the subject during those 30 years together, given that the theme is a Lestat special.

- Ooooh, the unholy family moving and acting together as one, totally in synch! Say what you want about how toxic they are for each other, it can't be denied that they are a family that knows each other by heart.

- Hey, who turned off Moonlight Sonata? Now I'm left wondering if it was extra or intradiegetic music. A disk playing in NOLA in 1940 or in Dubai in 2022? Can't decide.

- [Lestat] "Enough! Two in one night. Dolls, Bibles, letters become torches and pitchforks. We have to leave this place. We have to leave New Orleans." - should have left 10 years ago when Grace decided to kill off Louis… I wanna say better late than never but given that people are actually openly seeking your house to ask for healing and whatnot… Y'all are in danger. And obviously it's Lestat so there's no leaving discreetly. Gotta make a show out of it.

- Looooove Daniel getting distracted by Armand's presence. Cannot wait for some more Devil's Minion.

- Hello social commentary, segregated tramway, another slight to Louis and Claudia. I love the layers.

- [Claudia] "'You share a coffin with him.' [Louis] 'I don't talk in my sleep.' [Claudia] 'You share a heart with him.' [Louis] 'I can cut it off!' [Claudia] 'No, Louis. You can't. You spend an hour with him and you're breathing in sync together.'"

Thank you for confirming that they've still got it bad for each other, Claudia. Love the way the heartbeat starts getting louder, love the way Lestat can feel Louis looking at him and immediately looks back.

[Claudia] "'He'll know. It'll only work if you give in. Give him all your heart and I'll do the rest.' [Louis] 'I can't do that. I'll lose myself in him.' [Claudia] 'Leave a little shelf inside there for me. I'll jump back in and pull you out before I kill him. Can you do that for us, Louis? Louis?' [Louis] 'Yeah, I can do it.'"

*screams* First the wink and Lestat obviously seeking Louis' attention. Then Claudia directly asking Louis to keep a part of his heart for her, all that she's ever wanted, to be put first. Then her overestimating her pull on Louis and underestimating the intensity of Lestat and Louis' relationship. And then Louis very clearly knowing he cannot resist his feelings for Lestat no matter what. And finally Louis outright lying to Claudia saying he can pull it through while already knowing it will destroy him, have you seen his face in the last shot before leaving the tram? He knows he can't but he'll still try and maybe do it, but he'll lose a part of himself, and he's already grieving for it.

Then again. That's 2022 Louis describing the scene and the conversation, with the hindsight of 80 years or more (I'm bad at maths) of knowing what he's lost and how he lost it and how much of himself he's lost. Maybe 1940 Louis wasn't thinking of that at all.

*screams a little bit more* Maybe if y'all learn to openly communicate, we wouldn't be currently plotting a murder. Maybe.

- [Louis] "'What about Greece? Cradle of Western civilisation.' [Lestat] 'Sun worshippers, hot springs…. Those Who Must Be Kept.' [Louis] 'What was that?' [Lestat] 'Nothing.'"

Yeah, absolutely nothing. Don't mind that. It's really not important. Not at all about to come back and bite you all in the neck.

Things that mean nothing for show-only and everything for book readers… *jumps around the room in excitement*

Do we think Marius is still in Greece in 1940? If Lestat still meets him around 1789-1790, it's been a century and a half, he's definitely moved them somewhere else.

Love how Lestat's face goes vacant and momentarily dreamy when he starts thinking about Akasha. You can tell she still lingers in his mind.

- [Claudia] "'Bach. Always back to Bach.' [Lestat] 'Bach is beyond you.' [Claudia] 'Yes, the music of the master race is… not made for these mongrel ears.' [Lestat] 'You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me.' [Claudia] 'I came to make peace with you, Uncle Les.' [Lestat] 'Mm. Sister, daughter, infant death, you must think me an idiot.' [Louis] 'Could you two please just…?' [Claudia] 'Musique française pour les mains françaises ?'"

Pleaaase I love them. Toxic mother-daughter relationship, it's like looking into a mirror. Love all of Claudia's punches. Bailey's French is really good. And love how Louis immediately moves in to turn the pages for them.

- Oooh, so the party idea is not Lestat's but part of Claudia's murder scheme? How delightful!! Like father like daughter I guess, how they resemble each other so much. And love how Lestat starts by being against it and then gets slowly seduced by the idea.

- Oh, goddamn fucking bloody Tom Anderson is still bloody fucking alive. Kill hiiiiiim, please kill him. Wonder why he hasn't led a mob to their doors yet, with how he literally has known them since 1910 and has a pic showing them still as they are. Too chicken, Tom? Or too New Orleans, rather not know and keep going as is? Oh, I see, tempted to make your own deal with the "Devil". Ha. Idiot.

- [Louis] "The weird brothers and their doll-like sister were coming out." - I just like this line. Tells about a whole story hidden behind the main story.

- "Let the flesh instruct the mind." - now that is one hell of a line.

- Lestat playing his bloody Marie-Antoinette fantasy is simultaneously so bad taste and so hilarious.

- Their outfits are GORGEOUS. And the white is making Louis' green eyes even greener.

- [Louis] "The blood was everywhere. The veins and arteries of a few hundred hearts ringing out like air sirens, drowning out the rhythm section of the hired band."

I love how Louis' narration is almost inaudible beneath the sounds of heartbeats.

- Lmao, Lestat has groupies everywhere he goes.

- [Louis] "A cascade of feelings came over me as I watched him sponge up the adoration. I wanted him dead. I wanted him all to myself. The fasting was a mistake. I wasn't thinking clearly. Something was off."

You never think clearly around Lestat, Lou babe. Case in point, the besotted face you were just making at him, that he was returning to you (where are Sam and Jacob's awards), and the fact that suddenly you can't even tell Claudia's mental voice from - oh, a wild Antoinette appears. Yeah, something is off.

- When can we get rid of Tom Anderson. Soon? "It's got to be one of those tricks that you and your fag pederast satanic trio got in your pocket." Ugh, he looks so proud of his dumb line. Please tell me we're draining him soon. Thank you Louis.

- Aaaah, a balcony scene, aaaaaah! Aaaah, the lightning of cigarettes, aaaaaaah! Aaaaah, Lestat being emotional and genuine, aaaaaah!

Time to sing Sam Reid's praises:

"I'm going to miss this place. There's not an inch of this city that wasn't built from the fierce wilderness that surrounds it. Hurricanes, floods, fevers. The damp climate on every painted sign, every stone facade. High windows, through which enamelled bits of civilisation glitter. Silhouettes emerging, wandering out to catch a silent flash of lightning. The silky warmth of summer rain. Desperately alive… and desperately fragile. The hunger has me too, it seems."

*pterodactyl screech*

It's the way his voice wavers with barely restrained emotion. It's the tears glittering in his eyes. It's the way he never stops looking at Louis. It's the way New Orleans was, is and continues to be a metaphor for him, for Louis and for their relationship, "I am she, she is me".

The way his voice breaks on "desperately alive", because at the end of it, that's what Lestat, little Wolfkiller, who refused Magnus' bite and was forced into the darkness, who rejected the idea of a coven, who gazed upon the Mother of all vampires, Lestat who is constantly struggling to run away from his pain, trauma and loneliness, that's what he is, desperate and alive and desperately alive. And so afraid to show his real self to Louis and be rejected for it that he immediately makes a joke out of his deeply genuine moment.

And the way Louis refuses to engage with this moment also says a lot about where Louis is at at this stage. Refusing to give in fully, rejecting the true emotions, running away from both Lestat's love (because that's what it's about) and his own love (the shame and the guilt and the fear)… Refusing to open up his heart and thus forcefully closing down any door that could be opened.

Imagine for a moment that Louis had answered Lestat's feelings in truth? What would it have changed, in what ways? Or would it not have changed anything, because neither he nor Lestat are in control of the narrative at that point and Claudia holds the power? And what would Louis responding in kind and giving in to Lestat's depth and his own emotions look like? It would be interesting to explore it…

ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | part 2 | part 3

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 20: Robotics

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey moans as he wakes with a headache. His nose is stuffed up and his limbs are plagued by a dull ache. Donnie is by his side in an instant, smiling at him as he presses a glass of water to his lips, forcing him to hydrate.

"Good morning, Angelo," he says.

Angelo? His name is Mikey...

"How are you feeling?"

Mikey groans wordlessly at him.

"You ready for some breakfast?"

"Mikey doesn't get out of bed today," he announces grumpily, pressing his face deeper into the pillow.

Donnie rubs his cranium, pressing his palm against Mikey's forehead as he checks for any remaining fever.

"Hmm. I guess you're right, you won't be getting out of bed today," Donnie states, placing the cup on a side table and turning the lights off. "You get some more rest and join us whenever you're ready, okay?"

Mikey nods with a yawn, shimmying deeper under the blankets and purring with contentment.

"Leo or Raph will be in with your memory medication from Draxum. But other than that, I guess nothing eventful or interesting will be happening today," Donnie says as he walks out of Mikey's room.

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Professor Honeycutt is sitting in his lab office, silently working on a new droid design. This one is different from the other machines he's been forced to build while employed here. All the other designs were weapons, or used to create chaos, or made to hurt the experiments (with one in particular in mind). But this one will be a sentry guard. A protector. SENTRY AUTOMATIC LIFESAVER. He's nicknamed it 'SAL' for now.

The body of the machine is finished for the most part. He's still working on the arms, trying to create a spring mechanism that can cause them to stretch to extreme lengths without breaking. He'd also like to add the same kind of metallic-elastic springs to the legs, even though he's already finished with those. But hey, he doesn't mind working on them again! Anything to avoid the real thing that's stumping him.

Honeycutt is struggling with the robot's AI, specifically its moral center and higher reasoning. He never got around to finishing the moral center for the last AI he built, and now she's starting to unnerve him. He can program the three laws of robotics, but he knows that sometimes you need to make a decision that disregards logic. He's seen movies. They may be inaccurate, but he'd have to agree with a few of the points they make.

So he's procrastinating on the brain. Well, there is a brain in the head, but it doesn't have any information in it, apart from some basic codes for movement and functions.

Most days, Zayton doesn't even know why he's here. He joined the TCRI for the funding, plain and simple. The cause sounded good, and they would help pay for all his robotics and engineering. He had all the money and freedom he could ever want to 'play with his toys'. What could be better? He should have known it was too good to be true. After a month of getting to build whatever he wanted in a secret bunker off the coast of Buffalo, he was called in to help with some work in NYC. And now... he's stuck doing this. Building ice blasters and dart guns and training robots that fight you to the death.

He's a man of peace.

But lately, he's been confusing 'peace' with 'staying out of it'.

Honeycutt's phone buzzes. It's probably another order from Timothy, or Chaplin wants help with the A.LP.H.A. device, or something just as irritating and dangerous.

"Hello, this is Professor Zayton Honeycutt speaking."

"Hey, doc, it's Bishop."

Honeycutt drops his tools and quiets his voice.

"Ah, John. H-how nice to hear from you again... how are the plans for your -- ahem, 'mother's recovery'?"

The two of them have come up with a special code to talk about Mikey without attracting attention.

"We still don't have any information about her condition. But I think she's still with her 'extended family'."

Mikey is still hidden in the sewers with the other mutants like him.

"Have the doctors found anything?"

"Not to my knowledge. But I heard that they did an 'impromptu check-up', and I should be hearing more about that later."

They sent drones into the sewer tunnels. As to be expected.

"When do you suppose that they'll tell you the details of that check-up?"

"No idea. I get the feeling that I'll have to make some calls to a few nurses..."

"Well, if it helps, I could ask around."

Bishop's voice goes quiet.

"...Doc, I don't know if that's wise..."

"Why not? I built those dro-- ahem, I mean, I know a few nurses in the clinic. I could get some answers for you."

The line stays silent for a moment before Bishop answers.

"...Okay, Doc. Just... be careful."

"Of course!" Honeycutt chuckles nervously. "Don't even worry. But, eh, speaking of your mother, I was wondering how the 'quilt' she's sewing is coming along?"

The 'quilt' is code for their side project. Most of the experiments and actions of the scientists here are unsanctioned and illegal, covered up under all the red tape and paperwork and made to look as though they are for the 'greater good'. Bishop and Honeycutt have been working to find evidence of all the mutations and genetic experiments and legal workarounds that they've done here.

"I've been getting some more 'thread' for her."

Thread = Paper trails.

"Does she need any 'fabrics'? I know she was looking for some nice patterns, last time we spoke."

Photographic evidence of the mutated animals or krang parasites.

"She could use some later. But for now, she's worried that she might be overspending."

Bishop is afraid that they've attracted attention, he wants Honeycutt to lay low.

"Okay then. Tell her I said hello."

"Will do. And Doc? Really, be careful. I don't want you getting sick like my mother."

"...I thank you for the concern, John. It's very decent of you. But I should be fine. I'll look into the... ahem, check-up results for you."

"Thanks. I'll be in touch."

The call ends.

Honeycutt exhales loudly, hoping that by the time all the used air in his lungs escapes him, he'll have also rid himself of the stress that lingers in him.

It doesn't.

Honeycutt lets S.A.L. rest on his desk. He stretches, cracking his spine and wrists before he walks out of his private workshop and into the halls. He could use an extra cup of coffee. He knows that he should try sleeping for once, but he can't really waste time right now. He has so much work to do, and now that Bishop recruited him he's busier than ever. It's a worthy cause and a noble sacrifice that he's more than willing to make.

Honeycutt walks through the halls, flinching at every door that opens and hurrying along his way. Every scientist that greets him with a wave or conversation starter, he simply hustles by them with a nod. He's never felt comfortable in this complex before, but now he's constantly unnerved.

Honeycutt shuffles into the elevator, down to the cafeteria to get a quick cup of joe, and back up to the security room. He considers stopping at the animal sections to see if he can grab any blood samples or photographic evidence... but Bishop is concerned, and the man has a surprising track record when it comes to following his gut. Maybe later... if he can find an excuse. A technical professor suddenly interested in genetics and bloodwork? Suspicious... but, maybe he can come up with some link between his work and the genetic studies... a robot that tracks DNA? Perfect! Only issue would be whether or not they'd buy it. A few might. But the big wigs in charge would ask questions. And Timothy and Chaplin might be against it, saying that none of the experiments can keep up against his tech thus far, so making a robot that advanced would be fruitless... he'll have to think of something else...

Prof. Honeycutt arrives at the security room, takes a quick swig of his black coffee for good measure, and then opens the door.

"Ms. Campbell," he greets flatly. "How are things?"

"Events are transpiring at a typical function and rate," she responds with a similar tone. "And I am working at full capacity, if that was what you were asking about."

"Thank you for the update," he says, moving beside her to watch the cameras. "How's the search for the escapee?"

"Still underway, but halted for the time being. Our drones discovered some odd wreckage in the tunnels, what looks like the ruins of someone's living quarters."

"Someone living in the sewers?" Honeycutt asks, feigning surprise.

"I detect sarcasm, unless I am mistaken," Ms. Campbell says, turning to look at him. "You knew beforehand about this?"

"Word gets around," he replies nervously. "I just wanted to know if it was true that there was something there. I'd heard that we were sending in drones -- and you know New York gossip, everyone thinks that there's some mysterious society of monsters living underneath us. And what with those mutants we've seen... I figured that perhaps one of them had made a shelter down there, possibly even our own little Mikey!"

Honeycutt realises that he's been prattling. It's a nervous trait. Ms. Campbell knows that. She can detect all sorts of tics and traits and habits and quirks. She has an incredible poker face, and she is a living lie detector.

She watches him, eyes analyzing every bead of sweat he creates.

"You are nervous."

"Q-quite so," he chuckles. "I'm just... concerned for Mikey."

That answer seems to satiate Ms. Campbell... for the moment. She turns around and starts to type something on the keyboard, and one of the screens plays glitchy feedback from a drone.

"Perhaps this will put you at ease, father," she says. "We found him."

Honeycutt watches in shock as a drone flies around the wreckage of a large opening in a sewer, complete with burst pipes, crumbled archways, and even broken down arcade games, though glory knows where those came from. On the walls are smeared paintings and spraypaint, words like 'cowabunga' and 'turtle power!' are scrawled across the stonework along with smiley faces, drawings of interesting action heroes and poses, and... what looks like portraits of turtles dressed as superheroes or ninjas. The drone flies through after looking around, hurrying down a corridor. After a several minutes of endless catacombs and passageways, it comes up to a light where the tunnels meet an abandoned section of the subways. The drone continues following a glow that leads to a secret hidden entrance. The drone presses itself up against the wall, waiting. After a few minutes, someone emerges from the door, peeking around. It's not Mikey, but...

"Is... is that...?"

"Another mutant creature like the escaped experiment, yes."

The creature looks down the halls nervously, before looking up behind him and shouting in fright as something dark green with yellow spots drops down on top of him. A flash of blue and the two vanish completely.

"What was that?!" Honeycutt yells, almost spilling his coffee as he moves closer to the video feed.

"Undetermined. But there have been reports of vigilantes that 'pop in and out' of crime scenes, fighting against the mutant outbreak. It is possible that he is one of said vigilantes," Ms. Campbell says. "And that is not all..."

Ms. Campbell speeds the playback to a moment several minutes later, when a human boy comes out of the entrance searching for something. He sees the drone and shouts, activating a high-tech chainsaw device and swings it at the drone, slashing it off the wall and shattering it completely.

"That was a human," Honeycutt says with hushed astonishment.

Bishop said that Mikey was with his 'family', so he sort of knew about the other mutants... but that was a human kid!

"I have been trying to run facial recognition on him to no avail," Ms. Campbell says. "He seems to have no identity."

In her voice, there is a twinge of disappointment, or rather, irritation with the failure. It shouldn't surprise him, he made her with the intention of resembling human in almost every aspect, so her exercise of emotions is not unprecedented. But the attitude, the dark personality lingering under the fake skin and steel grey eyes... that frightens him. Her AI was never completed, at least not in the ways he wanted. But she seems to be growing, evolving, learning. He didn't put that in there.

"Have... have you sent any more drones?" he asks, swallowing the nervous pit in his stomach every time he's with Ms. Campbell.

"Yes. But there seems to be some kind of electromagnetic field surrounding the area now, and any drone that crosses the threshold deactivates and short-circuits."

"Do we know why?"

"They mutants must be protecting their habitat," she states, going back to the original security footage. "But now that we know where they are, it is only a matter of time before we can discover more about their numbers and motives."

Honeycutt watches the screens at the bottom of the video stack, the ones with live drone feed. Three new devices are being sent to the previous drone's last known location. They fly up until a certain point before the feed warps into static and the drones crash, their live recordings die out with a high-pitched whine and crackle.

"I suppose I should contact Dr. Chaplin to make a new plan for the onset for the escaped experiment... Unless you have some theories, father?"

She still calls him father. All his creations tend to do that, he's noticed. But he's not sure how to feel about her calling him that. It feels eerie that she does, but the day she stops referring to him as such will be even scarier.

"I... couldn't say... p-perhaps I could create a device to counter the firewall?" he suggests. "Or maybe we could--"

The screens suddenly all glitch in unison, flashing quickly before turning a single shade of purple. Each monitor works in perfect harmony to create a large, singular image.

Professor Honeycutt steps back in shock. Ms. Campbell tilts her head slightly.

A series of words appear on the screen.

LEAVE US ALONE.

LEAVE US ALONE.

LEAVE US ALONE.

"Ominous," Ms. Campbell states calmly. "And quite interesting. I cannot say that the EPF has ever had any hackers before..."

The screens go dead, the room engulfed in darkness.

Before Honeycutt can say anything, a soft grey pixely static shows up on the screens, brightening the room again in time. The camera feeds return -- save for the drones, which still give no output nor input.

"I would say those vigilante mutants could be classified as hostile, wouldn't you agree?" Ms. Campbell says, turning to Honeycutt.

"Er, um, perhaps," he says nervously, loosening his shirt collar. "But you know me, I prefer to play the Switzerland of these mutant affairs. I'd rather stay out of it. I might suggest we do the same with these drones spies --"

"Why?" she asks, suspicion in her voice.

"Well, see... these mutants see us as an invading force. When an animal believes its habitat to be encroached upon, it will go to great lengths to defend it. These mutants may be doing the same thing, which could end badly for us..."

Ms. Campbell thinks it over.

"They have already fled one habitat," she responds. "So, in your scientific understanding, would they choose fight or flight over this new habitat they've created?"

"I-I'm not sure, animal science is not my area of expertise, but --" he swallows. "-- b-but I would assume that they would prefer to keep their new abode. Considering the lengths they've gone to thus far, they will not give it up easily."

"Hmm. Then this shall be a challenge, eh, father?"

Ms. Campbell smiles cruely.

He's never seen her do that.

"Q-q-quite so," he mumbles as he stumbles out of the room. "I should head back to work now... s-see you later, Ms. Campbell..."

His hand shakes, splashing the coffee in his cup. He's had enough of this for one day... he needs to call Bishop.

Honeycutt may not have the gut instincts that Bishop does, but something is telling him that things are about to get a lot more dangerous...

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[lightofraye]

I just...

I need a minute.

Ahem.

Okay.

Soooo..... anon. We need to talk.

First off, Danneel was beautiful once upon a time. Then she wrecked her face with repeatedly badly done plastic surgery. She now has what plastic surgeons refer to the "Joker" smile. It's not a good look, at all. Plus she's wrecked her hairline with repeated facelifts that she didn't need!

Loving person? Nooooo. Oh my gods, no. Have you even heard half the stuff she's said about Jensen? I know people like to translate what she's said as "joking" or "just plain fun" but y'know what? I haven't heard her say anything genuine about him. Ever.

The only charity I'm aware of that she supposedly supported was birthdays for homeless children. You wanna know what those kids would really want? HOMES. A birthday celebration is a few hour event. A home is a lifetime!

Happily married? Have you been paying attention to the photo ops in the last few years with Jensen? Stiff as a board, zero chemistry, death glares from Jensen, tons of space between them. Heck, not even just the last few years--try the last decade.

Jensen didn't even want to marry her! He had to be talked into it, high as a kite and drunk as a skunk!

She gave up her career? What career?! Let's be honest, sure, there was One Tree Hill. That was it. All the other stuff were minor roles and failed attempts. Her role in Supernatural was via nepotism! She didn't earn it like Genevieve did. Not to mention, quite a few actors she worked with stated she was hell to work with. She was snobby, demanding, and acted like she knew better than them.

As for empire? What empire?! No seriously, what empire?! Chaos Machine Production had precisely one production--and it bombed, badly. (The Winchesters.) And so far, there's been nothing else. Oh, just stories from Jensen but literally nothing else! Family Business Beer Company shuttered their doors for their only in-room tap and even before that, they were floundering, being open only 3 days a week. They found it cheaper to be closed than open!

The only income right now has been from conventions, and lately, well, Jensen hasn't exactly been behaving as the best of men. (God, that killed me to say.) He's grumpy a lot of the times, not giving his all in photo ops, as is evident by his lack of expressions in quite a few photos. It's his job and he's not giving it all that he should be. Look at Jared, for cryin' out loud!

So.

No.

Danneel is none of those.

She never was.

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

This week I have mostly been reading...

Jun 3rd – 9th, 2024

Whoops, apologies everyone, I’m a bit late with what is now last week’s round up. Better late than never, right? Right.

Completed works I've read this week:

Oddity by @tsyvia48 Rated E - Actor C is contracted by (useless) Gabriel to guest curate an exhibition at the museum where A works. After getting off on the wrong foot, can they work together to pull off this show? This was in my WIP list and has now been completed *cries in a corner*

Garden of Delights series by @zehwulf Rated E – Rough Enough last week sent me on a little BDSM flavoured journey this week. This 10-part human AU series is *significantly* harder than Rough Enough, although A continues to have his soft Dom personality. I thoroughly enjoyed Crowley’s gender fluidity, as I identify as genderfluid myself. There are some very particular kinks in this series, and a SERIOUS CW for consensual non-consent (CNC) in multiple stories within this series. There is an underlying psychological growth within the series, though, which is interesting to unpick. Which, when I read this back, looks like me giving weird reasons for reading kinky smut. I give no excuses for reading kinky smut. I enjoy smut and certain types of kink. I also enjoy teasing out angst and psychological growth. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. But, erm, no chicken dinners in my smut, thanks. Not into that. But if you are, by all means…

A Tempting Night of Wine and Kisses by LemonTart Rated E – in-universe, but not canon-compliant, this is interestingly part 2 of a series, but the first kiss between A & C doesn’t happen until this second part – despite the first part also being very much E rated. This leads to this one-shot being much more tender and loving. Which was particularly soothing after 10 BDSM stories 😂 It was a bit like my own aftercare

love not given lightly by @hakunahistata Rated E – Hmmm, I’m starting to sense a pattern in last week’s reading…it all seems to be raaaather smutty. So apologies if that’s not your thing. *coughs* Anyway, blame Rough Enough, this is another Gentle/Soft Dom A fic. The story starts off with C snapping at A upon their very first meeting that he’s “fine”…coz, you know, that’s what all completely fine people say…

Ngk Ngk Ngk by ForFucksSakeJim Rated E – There is only one thing I can say about this one: Ngk.

The Beginning of the End (Again) by @addledmongoose Rated M – A Post GO2 fic with a brilliant plot idea. I really enjoyed it AND it’s written in the first person (alternating) POV. I’ve never read a fic in this POV and I can genuinely say I enjoyed it and I congratulate the author on making it work so well. There is a lot of humour in this story as well, which I enjoyed and, hey, look, it's not a smutty-smut one. Although it’s definitely not innocent. I loved the character of Duke Asmodeus as well. Highly recommend. 

WIPs which have updated this week (which I devour as soon as I get the update!)

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out by @phoen1xr0se Rated M - A is a researcher (puffins!), C is a lighthouse keeper on the island where A has run away to to escape his problems and do his research. The author has recently spent a week studying puffins - which is the ultimate dedication, if you ask me. Ch 10/26 posted so far

Find The Light by @klikandtuna Rated E - Headmaster A and Rockstar C. The story teases out a fraught history between them whilst keeping a tension between them in the modern day. Ch 11/15 posted so far

Under The Summer Stars by @pannotbread Rated E - This wonderful fic has taught me more about physics than school ever did (mostly because I never did any physics, but...well). A & C have to share their time at an observatory because there is Only One Telescope. Not only will you learn about astrophysics, astrobiology, and astroecology, you'll also read some of the most poetically, beautifully written masturbation scenes I've ever seen. *ahem* Ch 8/13 posted so far

Poetry Carved In Flesh by @fellandcrow Rated E – Tattoo enthusiast A becomes a fan of tattooist C’s work, but doesn’t have any tattoos himself. C convinces him to get tattoos…but due to distance, A can’t get any work done by C. Until C comes to see him. This fic has GORGEOUS artwork, and speaks to my tattoo-obsessed soul. It’s an A-falls-first-C-falls-harder story, which is always fun. It also features ghostrat’s Nice and Accurate fandom. Ch 7/16 posted so far

Exodus_2 by @tismrot Rated E – Human AU set in a dystopian future. The summary says it best, really: Ezra studies programming at the University of ha-Gan. He’s as determined as he is damaged, as fastidious as he is precise, and likes to believe he'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. His beliefs are challenged when a new student appears late to the first Ethics module lecture - and his life is changed forever. It's the future, it's dystopian, it's cyber and it's punk. It's political, grimy and slick with tears, lube and chemical snot. TW: Sex, drugs, trauma. Ch 30/35 posted so far

Free by well, me: imposterssyndrome Rated E - A & C meet (again?) in an acute mental health ward after both having had mental health crises. A runs a bookshop but is very much under his parents' control. C has been homeless since childhood and has struggled his entire life. They do not trust each other when they first meet, but feel strangely drawn to one another all the same. Where will this lead them? This is a passion piece for me. There is a lot of lived experience in it, and extensive research from both professionals and peers. It has been a real journey for me to write it, and as I'm coming closer to the end it's becoming very emotional for me. Ch 53/57 so far - on the home stretch now everyone!

Want to see more recs? This is last week's list.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed xv, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: Ah, yes, Christmas. What does this time make you think of? Giving thoughtful gifts? Aggressively festive songs? Milk and Kookie cookies? Ah, how silly of me, you're right. Your fuck-versary! That faithful day Min Yoongi sent you Jeon Jungkook as a, ahem, v horny Christmas gift. How should we celebrate? ;)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; everyone is horny and has heart-eyes; feels+smut (fem reader, detailed m-receiving oral + tongue technology, all the kisses, various sex acts and multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; 2022 Christmas; based on real time

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday

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“You would think...” For someone who could barely breathe at the moment, you were speaking evenly and casually. Calm under pressure. Most of the time. “That Jeon Jungkook is the bad boy, with all the tattoos and the motorcycle and that insanely sexy stage presence, but, actually, it’s Min Yoongi who hasn’t changed one bit.”

Said man only needed one hand to pin down your wrists as he straddled your chest. He had long fingers and they were very dexterous. He tilted his head with the lazy lift of an eyebrow, his thick, luscious black hair framing his fair face in seductive waves that glowed from the overhead lights. Normally that kind of lighting was quite unflattering, but this was SUGA of BTS. He defied all logic.

Also, Yoongi had a great dermatologist.

“That kid is a bad boy,” he replied, deep voice low and steady, his tongue tracing his upper lip slowly. He must have been taking your advice and remembering to use lip balm this winter. Good on him. “He never listens, he’s loud except when he’s supposed to be entertaining for the camera, which is then apparently prime time for napping, and, worst of all…”

You smiled. Couldn’t really move much anyway. Yoongi placed his free hand on the elastic waistband of his black joggers and looked rather peeved, which only further amused you.

“He’s late.”

He closed in his thighs, yanked his pants down, and shoved his hard cock into your open mouth.

What was better than a partridge in a pear tree?

Dick, duh.

You liked to suck dick at all angles. There were advantages to each one, but flat on your back with Yoongi leaning forward to let gravity sink him as far as possible into your throat was up there as a favorite. The whole holding down both your wrists with one hand with his other clutching the headboard was more for horny aesthetics than it was for practicality. You didn’t need your hands anyway. You expertly curled your tongue around his length, feeling him all over and licking his balls, listening to him moan as he pressed his hips forward even more, sucking in a tight breath as your throat closed in around him.

His weight was off your chest now, but you still couldn’t breathe.

You didn’t mind, really.

“Fuck…”

You ran your tongue from his balls touching your lower lip to the back of your throat, underneath the pulsing head and across the slit, really having to work for that as you felt the sides of your neck relax and expand a bit to make room for him. Rubbed in slow circles, precise and confident.

You opened one eye.

Yoongi was looking down at you. Black-brown eyes narrowed, breathing hard.

“Show-off,” he muttered.

Oh, yeah, and you aren’t?

Instead of answering your wordless question, he started fucking your face.

Slow, stable, deliberate. Matching his breathing. Too fast and that would risk making you cough or hurting you. It didn’t feel good if the pace was too quick anyway. He wanted to feel everything your mouth was doing, from the viscosity of your saliva, to your throat muscles massaging him, to your powerful tongue continuously moving, all of it creating a warm, wet sleeve to slide into every time he descended. Pleasure was better when savored.

Yoongi savored every second.

You crossed your legs and let your mouth and neck do all the work. Still fully clothed, letting your boyfriend face-fuck you also still mostly clothed, save for his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, doing this while waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive.

Had to kill time somehow.

Yoongi growled deep in his chest. Sinful pleasure laced in the carnal sound. You sneaked a peek to see his eyes closed, his head lowered and almost touching the wall, soft pink lips open, warm breath floating down, his hand flat against the headboard. He was holding himself up with his knees, one by the right side of your head and the other under your left arm.

Maybe not the most visually pleasing angle for someone watching, but it was the best angle to get that deep suck, you know?

You brought the sides of your cheeks inward, tightening around his slick, hard shaft, pushing the sensitive, velvety head against the roof of your mouth with your tongue. His breathing was becoming irregular, laced with lust, climbing for the high. He didn’t let you control the pace. You would have made him orgasm a lot faster if you had more autonomy. It was already too fast for him. You could tell he was close by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his increasingly annoyed scowl.

“Fuck… Fuck, feels too fucking good…”

You probably shouldn’t have been turned on by your own power, but, oh well.

You lifted your head to follow his rhythm, your nimble tongue drifting from side-to-side to create additional stimulation and Yoongi hissed, fuck you, under his breath, fully aware you were in control despite him being the one driving his dick halfway down your throat. Your lips closed tight around him, additional softness rubbing against the base of the head. Your jaw and neck were definitely feeling the muscle strain, but honestly his slower pace had eased the worst of it.

This was why it was important to warm-up before every workout.

“Gonna cum… ah…”

Your name tumbling from his mouth in a soft, exasperated sigh, his head rising and tipping back, his hips thrusting down and shooting into wet tightness. Thick, twitching spurts flooding the back of your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the taste, strong and intense and now yours. Swallowing and feeling him shudder. The hand on the headboard curling and turning into a fist, whole body trembling with waves of uncontrollable ecstasy that was both orgasm and the additional stimulation of your tongue softly stroking his still-hard cock.

He let go of your wrists and placed both hands on the above the headboard, the crown of his head hitting the wall as he panted, barely holding himself up as you continued nonchalantly sucking his dick. His black hair was so long now that it covered his face, dark waves shrouding his eyes, leaving you to stare at the bottom of his chin and his open mouth, raspy exhales trickling down. You could breathe a little better now, considering he wasn’t at maximum hardness.

You heard the front door click open and then close.

Yoongi didn’t even move.

“Brr, it’s cold outsi–Hey! Come on, hyung! That’s not allowed on Christmas!”

“You’re late,” the older man grunted, his tone rough and deep. Still facing the wall as you settled your hands on his tense thighs, pulling his pants down some more so you could lap at his balls in addition to his cock. “At least be on time for Christmas.”

“Noona!”

…

You didn’t respond, mostly because you had dick in your mouth.

Honestly, it was almost strange. For many years, you had spent Christmas alone, keeping the television on with the various year-end shows playing continuously. Might as well work overtime during the holiday and watch the BTS performances when they came on. Making money wasn’t so bad. You didn’t give yourself time to be upset about seeing your boyfriend on-screen rather than having him beside you half-asleep with his phone dumped into your lap. It was what it was. Then, everything slowed down, with the pandemic and all.

And then, Yoongi gave you Jeon Jungkook as a present.

Sort of.

Well, the maknae had wanted to make out with your face for a while. The feeling was mutual, not that you were going to take it that far until Jungkook started stripping right in front of your bulging eyeballs (it had taken you a while to fully register that Yoongi was serious about this, ahem, gift). Now that you thought about it, Christmastime could be considered the… anniversary of Jungkook and you banging.

Your fuck-versary?

Sure.

It was weird to think this was normal now, sitting up after Yoongi climbed off you and scooting down into the warm and fierce embrace of Jeon Jungkook. Almost surreal, kissing that underlip mole and nuzzling his cheek, your thighs around his waist with too many layers of fabric in-between – Jungkook liked being a fabric mountain, heh – playfully knocking off his oversized bucket hat and sending his black hair fluffing out, covering his face in messy waves.

“Did you miss me, noona?”

“Of course, with your work being all hush-hush and you refuse to post even minuscule photos on Instagram, you punk.”

The younger man just laughed mischievously, because he was indeed a bad boy.

There was a time, not that long ago, when you sat alone during the holidays. Always a busy time for BTS, hustling hard when they were younger, and even busier in their rising popularity. Seeing all the photos of their smiling faces at extravagant award shows, and you had accepted that this was how life would be. You didn’t want anybody but Min Yoongi. Okay, fine. Maybe as the years went on a certain Golden Maknae was catching your eye too. Anyway! The point was, you didn’t feel upset or lonely, because this was the life Yoongi wanted, and you wanted Yoongi to have the life he wanted. You didn’t live your life yearning for what could be, but rather in the abundance of what you had (plus, you never a bad photo of Yoongi, ever, ARMY was too talented and he was too handsome).

Also, you, cough, had too many photos of Jeon Jungkook for some mysterious reason.

Yoongi noticed and he did something about it.

As for the life you wanted?

Well, for you, that life wasn’t what, but who.

You held Jungkook’s face in your hands. Your fingers fanning over his cheeks, and he beamed at you, starry brown eyes and infectious bunny-like smile. You smiled back, staring into those windows of a (superstar) glowing soul, enjoying this meaningful silence.

A fluttery feeling in your chest.

Soaring.

High like the moon, rock–

Yoongi’s mockingly disapproving face appeared over Jungkook’s shoulder, frowning at you with accompanying frowny eyebrows.

“Gross. He’s making you soft.”

You weren’t bothered.

“Someone sounds j-e-l-l-y, JK.”

The youngest snickered. “Big time jelly.”

Someone sounded grumpy. “You’re aging backwards.”

But before Yoongi could escape in faux disgust, your hand shot out and you dragged him back, running your touch over his cheek and into his luscious black hair. His inhale catching. Closer, twisting your body to bring your lips centimeters from his, meeting a falsely indifferent expression. Reading him, clear as day. Your lashes lowered, slowly trailing back up, locking eyes, taking his breath away with the way you looked at hm.

“I love admiring you too, Yoongi.”

Something shimmered in those dark feline eyes. Stop acting so suave. The corner of your lips quirked up, the hint of a wicked smirk. His cheek twitched, trying to find the right words to wrongly tease you again, but nothing came out.

You fully smirked, open-mouthed and familiar.

Yoongi leaned as far forward as Jungkook’s broad shoulder would allow him to.

“You only get away with this behavior because you’re so fucking beautiful and I love you,” he whispered, dangerous and low and smokey, binding you up with his words.

Thankfully, you didn’t mind these ropes.

“Don’t forgot to add how well I suck dick,” you purred, grinning.

Yoongi chuckled and escaped your hand, giving Jungkook back his moments with you.

You turned back to meet narrowed eyes and a childish pout.

“How come every time you look at hyung, the horny in the air increases to four-hundred percent? What’s all the sexy for?” Jungkook grumbled, squeezing your waist, his questions actually meaning, give me some of that sexy!

You rested your elbows on his shoulders and advanced, foxy smile dancing on your lips.

“Uh oh, possessive-perilla-leaf boy is coming out,” you teased.

The Golden Maknae puffed his cheeks. “I mean… You’re mine too,” he mumbled defensively.

You stroked his ear with your knuckles. “Mhm.” Exhale, letting your breath warm his cool cheek. Your lips grazing his skin, and those downcast eyes darted up, his inhale stilling as your fingernail trailed over the curve his ear, toying with his earrings. Light kisses, barely there. He shivered under them, anticipation building, gripping your waist in his large hands, and then your mouth was by his ear, speaking so softly that even he could barely hear.

“I love being yours.”

His tiny gasp getting lost in his throat. Your teeth nicking the curve of his ear. Your tongue dragging down his neck, leaving a thin wet line and following it with kisses. Faint whimper when your hands traveled all over his body. Through his hair, down his shoulders, over his arms, his sides, across his back, occasionally digging your nails in, clawing at the fabric between your touch and his skin, a graceful feral, and Jungkook was falling into that state too, reaching between your bodies, fervently pushing up hems, almost desperate.

It was coming.

Something they all had to do.

It made these memories all the more intense. You were already two people too passionate about giving their all, but even more so now as each of the dates were slowly being set.

You didn’t just kiss Jungkook. You made love to his lips. To that trembling mouth and flickering tongue, layering soft and rough, unpredictable and exciting pattern. Breathing in his clean scent, enriching the moment. The same attention to his skin, pressing your kiss to the mole on his nose, to the mole under his lower lip, the one his cheek, his neck, all over him. Hands memorizing his skin, the softness of his hair, the solidness of his fingers interlocking with yours. Every detail. All the little things, the weight of his body over yours, his laugh fluttering between shared kisses, his needy whine when your hand travelled up his inner thigh, pleading you to give him more.

The way Jungkook looked at you.

I love being yours.

In every kiss, every caress, every shared glance. Those heavenly brown eyes spoke to you as much as his body did, so obvious and natural that even he wasn’t aware that you were reading him. To him, it was magic that you knew what he wanted. You responded to his visceral desires, pushing him down on the bed and trailing love down his chest, kisses and nicks and licks, closer and closer, bringing your lips to hot, taut skin.

Your name in that silvery voice.

Promising you, always with you, still with you even if he was busy travelling the world or performing his duties.

You assured him that you heard his promise, pouring everything you were into these moments. Intense, alive, present, never taking any second of time for granted, filling those seconds with an many sensations as you could physically possibly do. Throat, tongue, lips. Your body against his tense legs, fingertips across his abs, nails digging into his sides, piercing gaze witnessing those distinctively handsome features overcome with pleasure, biting back his whines and thrusting into your mouth, losing himself in your controlling, measured pace.

You being on top meant Jungkook couldn’t escape.

You could make him cum whenever you wanted.

“Ooooh… f-fuck!”

Twice.

One after the other.

While watching Yoongi appreciate your hard work in between orgasms.

Knowing smirk, amused.

Jungkook was gripping the sheets and gasping, body flinching under your hands, moans tumbling from his chest as you licked around his length and swallowed leisurely, crying out softly at the sensitivity and then trying to cover it up by biting his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, his eyes squeezed shut and his black hair all over his face.

“N-Noona, please… please…”

Jungkook cracked his eyes open. You gazed back at him, swirling your tongue around the pulsating head, soft but firm, wordlessly asking, hm? Unbothered, of course.

Those big peepers begged, I’m just a man!

You gradually licked upwards, popping your lips off him, enjoying his little gasp.

“Very tasty today. You must be eating well,” you commented.

Pink blossomed over his cheeks. “I… I haven’t cum since the last time we f-fucked…”

“That’s your fault.”

Big pout. “You’re busy too!”

“Not as busy as you.”

“This is a riveting argument,” a raspy voice cut in, reminding Jungkook that his hyung was, yup, right beside him. Pink became bright red. “But I’m still horny, so, scoot up.”

All embarrassment disappeared a few minutes later when your lips were on Jungkook’s once more, with your hand around his once again rock-hard length and bouncing forward from Yoongi thrusting into your tight, dripping pussy, fluster replaced with lust and love. Drowning in the high, electric and sensual. Body to body to body. Messy kisses, tangled limbs, hotter than hot, aching for more. Your thighs around Jungkook’s waist, loud smacks of crotch to crotch as your rode him with Yoongi’s hands all over your breasts and his skillful lips on your neck, pinching your nipples with every love bite, driving you to the edge again and again and again, one more, and the limit was not enough, one more, your shivering, slick walls clenching around two of Yoongi’s fingers, fast and hard and rough, one more, then Jungkook’s, clutching his tattooed forearm, admiring the crisp inked lines and hard muscle as he fingered you, rubbing your clit at the same time, a symphony of moans with every orgasm, saturating the air with thick, heavy lust.

You loved them.

You told them with every kiss, every caress, every shared glance.

Breathless and spent, and, despite that, I love you.

You kissed Min Yoongi, holding him to you, a love deeper than the ocean, harmony in darkness that only he and you could understand.

You kissed Jeon Jungkook, holding him to you, a love that seemed to be expanding faster than the universe itself, energetic and endless.

“I love you.”

Whispers within walls. A forever secret, but you didn’t mind at all, because you had everything, right here, the life you wanted not in what but in who, interlocking fingers, one guitar-scarred hand and a tattooed one. Good thing you had two hands so you could hold both, and you did, tightly, blazingly warm inside despite the freezing cold outside.

No gifts needed, just happiness.

What?

Okay, fine.

And sex.

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drabble before the solo tour, time is slipping away

part xvi "I would never do anything that is not allowed."

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[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Vash and Knives were’t a miracle

I’ve been thinking lately that Vash and Knives were perhaps not as unprecedented as they seemed. At least in tristamp’s verse. Independents is a very telling name for them, isn’t it?  The entire SEEDS project was based around the creation and existence of plants, and a very large amount of funding, time, resources and dubious experimentation must have been poured into creating the so-called biological generators. So we know a few things here. One, that plants have a rather hefty amount of human DNA in them, and that they can’t be easily created. (See how the loss of plant engineers and scientists in the Fall put a stop to the creation of any new plants in Noman’s Land, after all.)  So Vash and Knives might have been part of a continuing series of experiments to make the plants self-proliferate.  Think about it, if plants can pop out another plant any time one is needed, then there would be an abundance of plants to be had and never a shortage or need to worry about a replacement when a plant’s Last Run comes or it gets sick, and there would be no need to artificially create more of them. Put the strain of reproducing plants on the Plants themselves, just as they generate essentials for life, they’d also generate more of their kind. Given how much human DNA the plants had, the scientists may have decided to use it to their advantage (or else it was planned all along,) and tried to tweak things to make a Plant give birth.   Given the amount and type of other DNA used besides human DNA, it’s safe to say that Plants can reproduce asexually, using their own genetic material.  SEEDS 5 may have been running the first wave of those types of experiments, leading to the birth of Tesla, fifty years before Vash and Knives. But maybe something went wrong, or not quite right, and Tesla came out more human than plant. In tweaking genetic codes to make a plant reproduce, they ended up nudging the plants’ offspring in a different direction, a plant with almost wholly human DNA, that kept what it could generate hidden, rather than fully exposed as dependent plants. (Vash’s gate, Knives tentacles are all things they generate like dependent plants generate water and power)  So Tesla came out wrong, and instead of trying to understand her, they got impatient and ripped her apart trying to figure out where they went wrong, or else trying to figure out what she could do.  

The brutal experiments ran on Tesla could have been repeated attempts to make her reproduce like her mother plant did with her, or else an attempt to find out why she wasn’t reproducing.  Bear with me, but Tesla has the appearance of being biologically female while Vash and Knives have the appearance of being biologically male. Whatever tampering was being done to the plants to try and give them to birth may have led the Plants to produce a male and female independent (an Adam and Eve, if you will.) The plants were given the directive to reproduce, and they did, they generated the things necessary for Plants to reproduce ad infinitum, except Vash and Knives came too late.  SEEDS 5 maybe have realized their mistake when Vash and Knives were born, they fucked up by ruining Tesla. (I know the implication here is that the twins were meant to, ahem, reproduce with Tesla, but hey. It’s trigun. Worse shit has been implied or outright shown.) (Although I think that Plants and Independents alike have the ability to reproduce asexually or with another Independent regardless of gender at will, and that their entire modus operandi around sexual organs and reproduction is greatly varied from a human’s but that’s topic for another time, and besides, the scientists may not have even realized this.) Vash and Knives being born as two may have been a fluke, or it could have been a deliberate choice on the scientists’ part, with Tesla out of commission, they might have decided that two was better than one. An heir and a spare. Maybe they had planned for them to be born apart, but they were born together,  as twins, which was seen as another failing.  We see that Vash was in a different folder than Knives on the ship’s files, so he might have been slated to be used in experiments while Knives, who showed evidence of useful powers, was to be kept back in reserve. Vash might have been assumed to be too human to be of any technical use. We do know that the twins knew Dr. Conrad, so it was likely him observing the twins from afar with the rest of whatever team he had, and planning for them while Rem cared for them.  Obviously, it would be Dr. Conrad who was in charge of the initial experiments to create self-generating plants, and that carries over to the plan he forms with Knives on Noman’s land.  Okay, this is getting long, so td;lr, Tesla, Vash and Knives were all born because the SEEDS project was trying to create self-reproducing plants and things went wrong. 

[latibvles]

fix the unfixable.

a bit late but for the next prompt “injured” i was, ahem, enabled into some POW Camp angst by somebody *cough* @thoughpoppiesblow *cough* so here’s that: post-Münster featuring June, Viv, & Lena through Lena’s eyes. No one said i had to go in order of occurrence for these so we are skipping around because it’s fun. General warning for the mistreatment of POWs & discussion of character death, although we don’t get especially detailed about it! Better safe than sorry.

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“This is bullshit.”

“June.”

“What?! S’not like they can understand me. This is all fucking bullshit.”

Lena’s mouth feels like it’s been stuffed full of cotton: not just because of the lack of solace she can provide, but also because the last spot where they had water was the transit camp. Then they’d been subjected to more of a train, more walking — screamed at when they falter in a language Lena vows to never, ever learn.

And Viv was taking it like a champ the whole time — indifferent in the face of their screaming, chin jut out in silent defiance and refusing help from either her or June up and until she stumbled getting off the train and June had pretty much tossed her body over her own, screaming ‘She fell! She fucking fell!’ in the face of red-faced screaming guards and barking, feral dogs.

Lena stood there, feeling stupid and helpless in all the ways that actually mattered.

They pointed guns in their faces and for a moment Lena thought she would be doing the rest of this journey alone. 

Now they’re half-carrying her, because it doesn’t take a genius to know that whatever’s up with Viv’s ankle isn’t going to be pretty if they ever get the chance to look at it — and the tumble off the platform certainly didn’t help. Viv’s head is both bloody and bowed in unshakable concentration as she tries to keep the weight off it.

Okay, so June’s right, this is bullshit. It’s cold, they’re all bruised and battered and cut to hell, Lena’s fairly certain they’re the only ones that made it out of their fort alive, and the one person she’s known to stand tall no matter the circumstances can’t even use both legs right now. Sudden movements mean getting shot though, so as much as she wants to scream — she doesn’t. She just tightens her grip on Viv, and prays to whatever God might be listening that she and June can make a half-decent pair of human crutches.

Lena hates it; she hates that there’s nothing she can do to fix this.

That’s her job, isn’t it? Fixing things — the electrical problems in their plane, engine troubles, keeping them in the air so the pilot could get them home. Well they were on the ground, now, birds with clipped wings and boulders tied to their ankles. Any attempt to escape would be pointless. And even if they tried, it wasn’t like they’d make it very far, tired and hungry like this, behind enemy lines. What would more likely occur would be they’d get recaptured by some German farmer and be tossed right back into this POW carousel.

The last person who’d tried to run had been shot, his body tossed carelessly onto the train car, and all Lena could think was that leaving his body on the side of the road would’ve been kinder. That’s probably why they chose to toss it onboard.

Lena was never the superstitious type. She didn’t bring any good luck charms on a mission or say any prayers. She complied with the crew’s tradition of smacking the top of the doorframe where they hung Viv’s old PT shirt, the Pallas Athena acting as a flag and a “good luck charm” according to Inez. She’d never believed that either.

But it had to be some type of karmic thing. You go up while your two anchors have to sit the mission out, in a fort that isn’t yours ‘cause yours is too banged up to see the sky right now. Maybe it was God striking their plane down, or guiding the rocket that took out one of their engines.

She couldn’t fix the unfixable — she wasn’t Josie or Willie. Lena could only ever fix the things she could see, and there was no solution here beyond a bullet to the head, maybe.

Viv winces as she stumbles in her attempt to keep off her bad foot, a sharp and quiet sound, and Lena’s jaw clenches.

“Could always get on my back, Captain.” She murmurs.

“M’fine.” On the opposing side, June scoffs.

“You hit your head or something? She’s too heavy.” Lena’s brows furrow, and her lips tug into a frown.

“I could try.”

“They’d shoot you first for sudden movements.”

“And if they do?”

“Don’t you start playing fucking hero too,” June hisses, but there’s a crack to her voice that nearly kills Lena. Birds with clipped wings, or wounded dogs? Some bodies never make it out of the plane and the ones that do don’t always hit the ground.

And they knew that, distantly, and personally, but now they knew that fact intimately.

“Guys, really, it’s fine. Just a slip.” Viv’s voice is still scratchy and hoarse from days without use — solitary confinement will do that to a person. Lena feels guilt settling in her own aching, tired bones, and looking across to June, the sentiment seems to be shared.

“Sorry Cap,” Lena sighs out quietly, and June mumbles a similar, garbled apology. But that's not even the half of it. She wants to splutter a million apologies for a million different things — I'm sorry we had to bail, and I'm sorry I can't carry you, and I'm arguing in your ear, and you'd probably want anyone but me with you right now, and—

Viv shakes her head, and although she smiles, it barely reaches her eyes.

“S’like being back in the air,” she insists. “When you all start arguing about something stupid over the comms…” She trails off, and the silence between the three of them is so loud in that moment that it almost pushes Lena to tears. They're wounded in every way a person could be, and for Lena, that fact alone is humiliating. “That’s a no-go on the piggyback ride though. Save your strength.”

Ahead of them, one of the officers shouts what Lena can only assume is something akin to Shut up, Bomber Bitch all encompassed in one word in German.

Lena cranes her head up to try and see over a few of the heads and get a gauge of where they’re walking to. If it’s another train or car, she might just lose her mind.

Metal wire, wood posts, fences miles high and towers looming over them and touching the slate gray sky. Before Lena can even try to make out what the signs say, the gates are being pushed open, and the rattling is only overpowered by a long, low siren that sends a chill up her back and has Viv lifting her head once more — just barely.

That’s when the shouting starts all at once — loud and low, names and what Lena assumes are nicknames being hurled at them and the group they’re walking with. She can barely make sense of the numbers and names being shouted at her. Johns and Joes and Smiths. She doesn’t recognize any voices sticking out amongst the din, even if she can pick out a few of the sentences.

“Shit, more broads?”

“They don’t got their own camp?”

“Hey blondie, what group you ladies with?!”

Lena looks at June, who’s jaw looks so clenched her teeth might crack, and she wonders if the trembling comes from her own legs trying not to give out or if it’s from the effort not to say something that’ll get them in more trouble the moment they make it down this endless corridor. She contorts her own arm, just for a moment, to pat at June’s where they’re looped around Viv.

“Lena!” For a moment, she’s convinced she’s hearing things. Certainly not her, there’s gotta be another— “Red! Cuh-mahn O’Flannigan, over here!”

She’d recognize that accent anywhere, and even if she didn’t, there was only one group of guys who’d had the misfortune of giving her an itemized list of god awful “nicknames.” Her head whips this way and that until she finds them — and it takes everything in her not to let out a strangled cry of relief at the sight of Crank right by the fence. Harrie Morgan’s practically climbing on top of him, wild-eyed and hollering so nonsensically Lena can hardly understand her.

“Lena! Juney! Holy shit— that you Cap?”

Between them, Viv lets out a noise that sounds like something between a laugh and a sob.

“Though ya got lost! Inez, c’mere!” Lena waves her free arm dismissively, a promise of we’ll come to you posed on her tongue — but that’s not exactly what comes out as Viv begins to feel heavier and heavier on their shoulders.

“Gonna need some extra hands! We got precious cargo over here!”