#all the what ifs we could've had

[ponypickle]

I will never not be sad by the de-fangification of our female characters on hotd. we could've had all of them serving cunt and warfare/bloodthirstiness but instead they are all 'peaceful' and everything is the men's fault 🙄🥲.

a cersei-esque alicent dead set on having her kids on the throne at all costs because she believes it's their gods given right, ready to slay everyone who gets in her way

rhaenyra asking her feral husband to eliminate anyone and anything that offends her, like vaemond, a son for a son, etc. stopping at nothing to get HER throne because SHE wants it, not stopping at anything to achieve her goals

rhaenys ready to ride into war for her queen to slay all her enemies instead of feeling bitter as she came across in the show a lot of the time

baela truly being the embodiment of her father in female form, being feral and ready to eliminate everything at once, etc.

oh, the show we could've had if they just weren't scared of the audiences reactions to powerful decisive women that aren't apologetic about their claims to power and what they believe is their's.

[hereforthehitsbaby]

Behave | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: Eddie always told you to behave on game nights - but tonight you were feeling extra bratty.

Warning: Slight Smut, Finger Sucking, Mimicking Blow Job, Spanking, Dom!Eddie, Public Displays of Lewdness, Fingering Mentioned, Language, Drug Use, "Daddy," Choking,

Rating: E - NO MINORS!

Word Count: 3.6K

Best Friend; A person's closest friend. Someone who will be there for you no matter what, someone who you can trust with your deepest and darkest secrets. Best thing about having someone be that close, you could be comfortable with one another and know you will never be judged. That was the best part about it all, knowing you can openly be yourself without the feeling of dread or fear. Everyone needs someone like that in their life, whether they would like to admit it or not. It's the truth at the end of the day. Everyone could use a best friend who will be there through thick and thin, who will pump them up whenever they are feeling low. It isn't to make others jealous, but to help with your own brand of faults and doubts. Sometimes having someone who will openly reassure you is better than just being silent - instead of letting you wallow in your own despair. For you, he was the chosen one. He was the one to take those doubts away, and flourish you into the world of beauty. Though really, he loved when you were more; Teasing, taunting, overall sexy.

Being a tease was in your nature, whether you wanted to believe it or not. Something about riling up your friends was funny. Maybe it was seeing what flustered them, and what made them tick. After all, it was all in good fun - your friends didn't seem to mind. I mean, how could they when you're gorgeous? Especially when Eddie Munson was the bestest of your friends. He really enjoyed when you teased him, openly flirted with him, and even when you would climb into his lap like it was nothing. Though you both were heavily adamant, you were just friends. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. It was a safety precaution after all, in case if things didn't work out the integrity of your friendship would not be ruined. To the naked eye of your friend group, the two of you were platonic with a capital P, whilst in private you could've sworn you were lovers. Just the way he handled your body, making you bend to his will - how you'd give yourself up to him, he was damned if he fell in love. It was normal for you two to experiment with one another - to find what you like and how it should be done. All the best adventures, came from Eddie.

That 5"11' brown eyed beauty would be the death of you at some point, truly a gracious man who would take care of you at the drop of a hat. Eddie Munson was your person, your forever in such a brutal world. When he had slid into your life at fourteen years old, you were a goner. That was around the same time he had grown his mullet out a bit so it was more of a hair metal variety. Bright brown eyes were like a puppy's, constantly begging and pleading to be loved. That is all Eddie truly wanted at the end of the day - to feel the love neither of his parents had given him. Growing up with his uncle, it was rare to show any sign of affection - making him feel almost robotic at times. But, when you were caught on the swings smoking a joint in front of a bunch of kids - he knew you could love him like he needed. He offered you a light to reignite your end of the joint, suckling the smoke deeply as it swirled within your lungs. Simply you passed it off to him; That entire day you spent running through the fountains near Hawkins downtown, causing chaos every moment you could. He was in love with you from the start, it was obvious.

"Sweetheart, I need you to behave tonight. We are at the halfway point in the campaign. No distractions, okay?" Eddie pleaded as he drove down the rickety dirt road near Hawkins High. Thursday nights were dedicated to Hellfire - the D&D club Eddie has ran since Freshman year. When you became the new soul to Hawkins, Eddie was the first to bring you into the sacred circle - loving how easily you fit in with the others and how great of a rogue dark elf you are. It made his heart beam that the girl of his dreams, also loved the same music, books and games. But, Eddie wouldn't admit that he fucking loved when you were being a tease, purposely turning him on during the most inconvenienced of times. There was something about being bent to your will he could not get enough of, especially when he was heavily rooted in the campaign. It wasn't outlandish for all of the guys to see - but enough for Eddie to silently berate you. The other guys were oblivious, which was cute.

You turned to Eddie's side in the van, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting with an audible hmph, knowing that cannot be arranged. A chuckle slipped from Eddie's lips as he heard you sweet little sound, your pout the cutest thing he had ever seen. He was a weakened man for you, that was a no brainer. "I cannot make any guarantees, Eddie the Banished." You knew Eddie was a slut for you calling him by his Dungeon Master name - which you found sexy. Just seeing how his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit harder to make the leather crunch beneath his fingers, was enough ammunition you needed to keep going. With Eddie's eyes becoming hooded in lust, he strained his fingers against the wheel. "Fuck, you love I love it when you call me that, sweetheart." Indeed you did, hence why this was going to be an absolutely torturous night for sweet Eddie Munson - not when the love of his life was bound to kill him with teasing. "If you're going to tease me, at least get it out before the game." Eddie pleaded with you, turning his head to face yours as the light remained red, gulping his worries down.

"Aw, Eddie? Are you okay, baby boy?" You pouted playfully, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear the strain of the steering wheel beneath your fingers, causing his body to convulse in the slightest. His knee was bouncing up and down whilst waiting for the light, trying so hard to contain his raging hard on in his jeans, trying so hard to not fuck you in the back of his van in the school parking lot. You made Edie crazy, but he fucking craved it. Eddie slammed to 60 when the light turned green, speeding down the last set of dirt roads by the high school while you waited to tease him. Eddie wouldn't give you the chance to do so though, for as soon as he pulled into the parking lot, he left you in the van. No keys, no words, just grabbed his lunch box and that was it. In a way you silently wondered if you took this too far with him, if you made him angry by teasing. Your heart began to race with the possible realization that Eddie was mad at you, causing a sliver of doubt to shine within your bones. But alas, like everything else in life, you pushed it down and never thought of it again.

Slowly you crept the passengers side door open to be met with the cool early summer breeze against your freshly shaved legs; High waisted leather skirt caused the breeze to slide underneath. Adorning your torso was your very own Hellfire Club shirt, tucked into the band of your bottoms. With the blackened boots and studs on your feet, you hopped out of the van with a clank of the heels - sighing out softly. Truly you were worried that you may have pissed Eddie off, which would make the game that much more awkward. But as soon as you were about to be wrapped up in your worries, you heard the infamous giggle of one Dustin Henderson rolling through your ears, shoving your door closed with a smile. "Hello, Lady Thesa! Are you ready to completely annihilate the cult of Vecna?" Dustin smiled sweetly, tagging Mike and Lucas along with him. Smiling widely as you rolled your eyes, you bowed to the boys with a short curtsey, trying not to laugh. "Of course I am, ready to kick that slimeballs ass once and for all!" You exclaimed proudly, causing the three to scream in agreement.

The four of you made your way to the double doors of the school, the only set that would be opened tonight. It was cute hearing how excited the guys were to get to the halfway point - needing to level up and get their steel armor finally. If there was anyway you all would beat Vecna, it was with the best of the best armor. The halls of Hawkins high were bare from the world; Cold, almost decayed with the scent of death - and gym socks. It was weird always being back at the school late at night with nothing else around, no one else around for that matter. Principal Higgins, as much as he was a douchebag, gave Eddie a key to the school for these reasons - though he barely trusted Munson. It was funny, you and Eddie being the oldest of the groups - just due to the fact that he stayed back three times and you, well you had the unfortunate luck of your transcripts getting lost in the mail, meaning you had to repeat freshman year twice. Maybe its because Eddie officially ran Hellfire Club but, you always had a spare.

The chatter coming from the science classroom made your stomach drop, hearing Eddie's loud voice booming through the hiss of the lights overhead. Dustin, Lucas and Mike ran into the class before you did, screaming along with Eddie, Jeff and Gareth. Meanwhile you, you trailed into the class lastly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you wandered over to Eddie's side. Plopping down next to Gareth, Eddie noticed where was a twinkle of something in your eyes - something that made you not want to look at him. Is she mad I walked away from her earlier? Eddie's mind pondered so many different possibilities and fears, wondering if he was too harsh in what he did. But really, this was just one giant fucking game. "Hey Gareth, could you please be a darling and pass me by dice?" You smiled sweetly at the flannel wearing guy, batting your lashes softly. His face instantly reddened at your flattery, fingers trembling as they grabbed your purple satchel from the pile. Sending him a wink as a thank you, you hummed softly as poured them out beside your character sheet. "You look really pretty today," the soft tone of Gareth's words made your heart soar, the heat creeping upon your cheeks.

You nudged Gareth's shoulder with your own, smiling sincerely at his compliment, not knowing exactly how to function after it. "Thank you, that's really sweet of you to say!" You made sure the sentence was loud enough for Eddie to hear. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie's mouth screwed up into a solid line, his fingers gripping the ballpoint pen as if he was trying to kill it. His leg shook the entire table, making some of the pieces turn over accidentally. "Jesus Eddie, did you forget to pop your quaaludes before the meeting?" Jeff snorted, causing Eddie to slam his hands down on the table, everyone shutting up so quickly. Eddie's beady eyes bored into everyone's, mainly yours with fury. You had never seen Eddie so pissed off before, or just mad in general. Usually if the guys joked around like this then Eddie was all giggles too. But tonight, something was different - something was off. "Listen here you little shits, I am not in the mood to fuck around. Get your shit together, or get the fuck out!" Eddie snapped, surprised with the tone of his own voice. He jumped back slightly at his own harsh remark, wincing towards the group. "I'm sorry - just...a lot going on."

Everyone was understanding, nodding and keeping their lips sealed until Eddie began the campaign. You barely needed to do anything here tonight, Eddie was already frustrated because of you. In a way you felt bad for working him up, but on the same length you were only just getting started. As Eddie began to recite where you all had left off, you leaned into your fanny pack to grab out a lollipop, unwrapping the blow pop - cherry - your favorite. As you popped the candy into your mouth, you wrote down your updated stats on your character sheets, not giving a second glance to the DM. "Lady Thesa, you see a Rust Monster coming your way out of the darkened woods. It's body insect like, the color of rust with antenna's that can easily wrap around you. Do you fight, or do you flee?" Eddie recited to you, cocking his brow as you swirled the lolly against your tongue. Popping it freshly out, dripping with your saliva, you nod to him with a smirk; "I'll fight that fucker." Eddie's eyes were dazzling over the lollipop, breath hitching as you traced your tongue on the underside of the protruding top, wrapping your perfect lips around it.

You grabbed two D7 dice from your pile in front, the purple and black glittering in the overhead lights. Shaking them in your hand was phallic in itself; You were mimicking a hand job directly at Eddie. As the two dice fell down to the board, you noticed how you hit the rust monster with an attack of fourteen, meaning you wounded him enough to take fourteen damage. Everyone around you cheered and Gareth clapped your back, rubbing smooth circles over your shirt. A flush rose to Gareth's cheek as you rested your hand on his lower thigh, gently rubbing his jeans as you giggled. Eddie hated that someone other than him was making you giggle, making your smile so hard your cheeks hurt, fuck even making you shiver with delight. That is something Eddie always did - to see that he was almost being replaced hurt a lot. But he could not let you get away with this. Clutching the dice of the rust monster in his hand, Eddie threw the D20 down with haste, seeing how it landed only on five - meaning you got to do another hit of damage. The way Eddie perched himself in the chair, his back against the wood and his legs spread wide, made you shiver with lust. The way his sinful hands grasped at the arms of the chair, as if he would rip them off at any given moment.

"Kick his ass Lady Thesa, stun them with your beauty." Gareth was on a roll tonight with the compliments. You wondered if it was because Eddie wasn't being obsessive about you, wondering if he was doing it to get a rise out of Munson. Either way, it was sweet of shy Gareth to speak up finally, looking at you like you were a prize. When Gareth leaned forward to whisper in your ear, that was enough to made Eddie snap. "Time out!" His voice boomed over the chatter of everyone, causing the room to stand still. Before anyone could ask Eddie if he was okay, the brute stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind. His jackets were laid across his bag on the floor, you wondered if he had a smoke to calm his nerves. Sighing out loud, you slowly pushed out of your chair, rubbing your forehead before heading towards the door. "What's gotten into him?" Mike asked with confusion, causing you to shrug. "I don't know but we will be back, I am going to see what's up."

This was very out of character for your Eddie, and you wanted to do what you could to give him peace in the process. As you left the classroom, you looked up and down both halls - not seeing a lick of Eddie anywhere. Groaning to yourself, you quickly sped down the right side of the hall, heading towards where the gym and locker rooms would be. There were only about four classrooms - all senior level art, psychology, history and culinary. He could be hiding out in one of those, you pondered, but just which one? You reached for the first class which happened to be the art room. Elongated black tables lined each row - showcasing off eight of them with four chairs at each. It was weird to see one of your classes in the darkened night, fluorescent lightbulbs not burning your eyes. "Eddie?" You called out with a hum, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you sighed out. You were nervous he was mad at you, or worse yet - he wanted you to leave. "Eddie I'm-" you began, but were cut off with two strong hands pinning your shoulders back against the air. The slice of tension covered your body like a wet blanket, unable to move under the force. His left hand slid from your shoulder to your neck, pushing down on your pulse point like it was nothing.

"You must think you're real fucking cute, don't you?" Eddie hissed as he tightened his grip, his right hand coming to pin your hip to the board behind you. Easily you could feel your eyes growing darker as they dilated. Eddie was possessive sure, but he never used this sort of force outside of the bedroom. In all honesty, it was hot to you, knowing how much you loved to be choked. Giving Eddie your best impression of doe eyes, you slowly let your smile creep forth, showcasing your reddened lips and tongue from the lollipop earlier, you had discarded when you were rolling. "Mhm, of course I do, Munson." You challenged him back, looking him up and down for two seconds. He was lost in your words, how you played feigned innocence so well. This time around it wasn't going to work on him, no, he was already deep into his mind of fury. Still holding your throat in his hand, Eddie marched you backwards to the emptied desk of the art teacher Mrs. Callough, watching how your bared thighs trembled. Eddie paced himself out by removing one of his hands from your body, using it to push your tight leather skirt over the swell of your ass, showing how you had forgone your panties for the evening, letting your naked core be only a few inches away from exposure.

"Naughty, naughty girl - you fucking menace." Eddie growled from behind, laying a harsh crack against your right ass cheek. The sensation made you jolt forward, stifling a waning moan. Before you could speak out against Eddie's spank, he laid another one flush to the other cheek, feeling the skin heat under his touch. It was like rapid fire at that rate, he kept laying harsh smacks against your ass almost to learn your lesson, but instead it caused you to go dumb. Your mouth hung open, collecting your own saliva as broken moans slipped out. Your cunt clenched around nothing, hoping to god he would shove his fingers or cock within you. Each spank got rougher than the last, his fingertips digging into the rounded, pillowy flesh like it was nothing - almost to show you who you belonged to. After fifteen, you had lost count, the pain mixed with the pleasure, you couldn't control yourself from wanting your best friend. "D-D-Daddy," you let out, tearing welling in the corner of your eyes. "Have you learned your lesson yet, princess?" Ah, so this was a punishment, you thought, feeling your heart swell.

Rapid nods fell from your head as Eddie placed a soothing palm over your now heated ass, letting the cool tips of his rings cool your backside. "Y-Yes, I am s-sorry." You muttered, letting Eddie help you stand up to straighten your tight skirt. Eddie cupped your cheek softly, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, watching how it puffed out just for him. "It's okay, sweetheart. I forgive you. If you can be a good girl, I'll let you come on my fingers under the table while we play - okay?" Eddie smiled softly, peppering kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose and chin, watching how your heart raced with affection. Eddie did take amazing care of you, even when you were being a brat. That was what you loved most about him, and his darkened side. "I love you, Eddie." You let out louder than normal, causing his plush lips to turn up into a loving smile, leaning forth to kiss you so tenderly. "I love you, my darling."

[nerdlvr]

why did you agree to go on a date with the one guy you try your best to avoid? well, you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit curious to see if lee donghyuck of all people was truly your romeo. yes, he did essentially lead you on, but this will be the closure you needed. no more thinking about the what ifs that could've been if you'd ended up with that online stranger, well not so stranger anymore.

you were already regretting giving haechan your number. he had been flooding your phone with flirty messages all night, even going as far as to send you a selfie of him in bed. you had ignored him of course, choosing to put your phone on silent and trying to get some sleep. haechan seemed to get the message, not sending anymore texts the following morning, instead deciding it was a smart idea to show up to your door before the date.

when you finally decided to get out of bed, the persistent knocking not really leaving you any other choice, you looked through the peephole to find a very smiley haechan holding a bouquet of flowers.

"we agreed to meet at the diner! why are you here?"

you watched as he scratched the back of his neck nervously,

"oh uh, i guess your right. i got too excited, just let me in, please? i swear i won't be weird!"

you rolled you eyes as you opened the door, wondering how the hell you got here, oh right, to find out if haechan was really romeo, and if he wasn't, he clearly knew who was. so there was no harm in spending one day with him, if at the end you'd finally find out who the guy behind the screen was.

"thank yo- oh! you look very nice this morning."

haechan smirked as he eyed your outfit, a baby pink silk night dress and some cat slippers.

"why don't you turn the air down in here? you're clearly freezing."

he brought his finger out to point at your chest, perked up nipples on full display. you wrapped your arms around your breasts, cheeks getting warm,

"you're a pervert lee donghyuck, stop staring at my tits!"

he chuckled, making his way to search your kitchen for somewhere to place the flowers, not needing an invitation to roam your apartment.

"they were staring at me first, and i need a little more than some tits to get me going, hurry up and go get dressed-"

he took his phone out, checking the time, before turning the phone to face you,

"our reservation is soon."

shit he was right.

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getting dressed had already made you both late, haechan constantly trying to barge into your room. you ended up getting dressed with one foot holding your door paranoid he secretly knew how to pick a lock.

thankfully, the walk to the coffee shop was short, haechan had picked a cute little diner, close enough to your dorms, so thankfully you weren't super late. still, you apologized to the hostess as she showed you your seats, noticing that the place was packed. you covered your face as you whispered over to haechan.

"you couldn't have picked an emptier place?"

he grabbed your hand, moving it from your face, leaning in to whisper,

"people would kill to be seen with me, stop acting like i'm some type of weirdo."

you pulled your hand away from his, looking around to see if anyone was watching,

"i don't think you're a weirdo-"

he gave you a look,

"okay maybe just a bit of a weirdo, you just have a bad reputation, okay? people are gonna think i'm your professor or something."

he laughed, shaking his head,

"i have female friends too you know? and besides, you're way too pretty to be a professor, i like em' old and ugly."

he wiggled his eyes at you as you giggled, maybe haechan wasn't as bad as you thought he was.

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lunch went smoothly, you were finally starting to feel comfortable around hyuck. you even let him feed you some of his fries, and you offered to share dessert with him, forgetting chenle's warning about herpes. but overall hyuck was not being a weirdo, but nothing led you to believe that he was your romeo either.

as you both walked towards the bookstore nearby, your choice of course, you couldn't help but question him,

"so you're really that anonymous guy i was chatting with? you seemed a lot more mature and intellectual online."

he rolled his eyes at you,

"okay rude, i am mature and intellectual, it's just easier to act that way online since people like youu-"

he poked your cheek,

"won't automatically judge me."

you let out a nervous laugh, feeling a little bad for thinking hyuck was some huge pervert loser all this time,

"yeah sorry, i guess that makes sense."

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when you walked into the bookstore, the smell automatically making you smile, you grabbed hyuck's hand, dragging him into the romance section.

"come, there's something i wanna show you."

you searched through the shelves looking for the specific book you knew that your romeo would remember. when you finally found it you handed it to him, waiting for his reaction. he looked up at you confused,

"the notebook? isn't this that girly romance movie?"

you looked at him skeptically,

"you don't remember? when i talked about this to you?"

he cleared his throat, opening the book to skim through it,

"oh! yeah! right the thing about the, romance and the-"

he looked up at you,

"yeah hyuck you know the big romantic gesture he did for her-"

he nodded pointing at you,

"yeah, yeah, when he like, you know kisses her in the rain!"

you snatched the book from him, slapping his chest with it, before putting it back on the shelf.

"so you're not my romeo! hyuck why are you lying to me!"

he chuckled nervously,

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier, to be honest. i was dodging all your romeo questions during lunch."

you crossed your arms, looking up at him,

"you called me juliet earlier, so someone must've told you about my conversation with the anonymous guy, do you know who it actually is?"

"well! you were calling me romeo! so it only makes sense to call you juliet!"

you scoffed at him,

"stop bullshitting me hyuck, you called me juliet on twitter before i even mentioned romeo, now who is it!"

you grabbed his shoulders slightly shaking him.

"i don't know if i can tell you my friend would be really upset at me."

"so it's one of your friends? jisung or mark?"

his eyes widened,

"i have more friends than that you know!"

you rolled your eyes, letting go of him before sitting on the carpeted floor.

"honestly, whatever. it's not like i can do anything about it at this point. if it's jisung then he's just a little pervert, and if its mark-"

you let out a sigh. hyuck came down to sit beside you, nudging your shoulder, you could hear the grin in his words,

"and what if its mark huh? why the dramatic pause?"

you looked towards hyuck, and then back at your hands that were neatly placed on your lap.

"i don't know, i'd feel kinda shitty i guess, we've gotten closer and to be honest i'd feel kinda lied to, why wouldn't he just tell me if it was him by now?"

hyuck laid his head on your shoulder, playing with his fingers.

"maybe he's scared you'll be really upset at him, that's if it was him of course, not saying it is him!"

"honesty is a big thing for me hyuck, now i feel like our relationship is based on a lie, like he was playing with me this whole time."

hyuck nodded his head, his hair tickling your neck,

"i get it, but you know mark now, you know his intentions, you know he'd never do anything to hurt you."

you smiled thinking about all the time you've spent with mark,

"i know mark, and i know his past reputation. that's exactly why he needs to own up to the truth and truly tell me who he is, or well, who he was. he can't just keep avoiding it, he can't just wait for me to find out, or-"

you gestured towards haechan,

"send his friends to cover for him. i know he has a good heart, but he needs to show me, by being honest. i need him to tell me all this himself."

hyuck raised his head from your shoulder, raising his hands defensively,

"but i didn't say it was him!"

you slapped his shoulder,

"shut up hyuck, you're so obvious it's embarrassing!"

his shocked expression turned into a grin, as he poked your side,

"i wouldn't have been so obvious if you hadn't made your crush on mark so obvious! i'm a drama major i can't help but support true romance!"

your cheeks flushed pink as you tried to hide your smile,

"whatever! you better not tell mark! about anything! let him decide when he finally has the balls to say something! until then, i think i'm gonna push his buttons a little."

hyuck grabbed your shoulders,

"push his buttons? he's gonna think i did something to you! please do not do anything! i'm already on thin ice!"

you rolled your eyes at him,

"relax it's just a little payback for the lying he's done, and you could use some punishment too! coming on a date with me to cover for his dumb ass?"

he smirked at you, rubbing his hands together,

"punishment you say?"

you slapped his hands,

"not like that nasty!"

you both ducked your heads quickly as you heard a loud shhhh coming from a table in the bookstore.

hyuck leaned in close to your ear,

"it's another lame ass nerd like you who likes to read."

you slapped his arm again, what an idiot.

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [32] skibbiddi toilet rizz

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notes : so we may get some haechan and y/n flirting in order to make mark jealous so he can confess. i ended up not choosing like major angst cause if i put myself in y/n's shoes i don't think i'd be super mad at mark tbh just want to clear up the miscommunication they had tbh, hope you guys are okay with that

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[trulyy-yourzz]

Pleasee we need a fic where Billie gets jealous as shit and pounds the fuck out of us after we get back home with her

Oh yes. Your wish is my command 🤭

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Billie had won another award for the best song of the year. She was so talented, and you were so proud of her. She'd come so far.

After the award show, a close friend you both knew decided to throw an after-party. But unfortunately, when you and Billie walked in, you both met eyes with the one person Billie despised most.

The woman she oh-so "hated" was someone she knew personally from a long time ago. And apparently ruined a close relationship with a friend. Who was now trying to take her spot for #1 best artist of the year.

Billie had left you alone for a few seconds to go grab drinks and came back to a very... unpleasant sight. You were talking to her, out of all people. Billie set the drinks down on a nearby table and shoved past everyone, absolutely furious, and trying to get to you before anything else happened between you two.

"Hi." Billie wrapped her arm around your waist, yanking you close to her. "I see you've met my girlfriend." She was pissed. Extrenely pissed. The girl just laughed and nodded her head. "Yes, I had pulled her for a conversation. About you, actually." Billie glared at her and scoffed.

"Really? And why's that?" Billies grip on your waist tightened, looking at you with a fake smile planted on her face. "Baby, we were just..." you pleaded.

"We should go. It's late, and I have plans in the morning." She grabbed onto your wrist, dragging you away from that awful situation.

The car ride home was quiet, not a peep was made from either of you. When you initially got to the car, you tried to explain yourself, but Billie really didn't want to hear it.

Once you guys pulled up to the house, she immediately got out of the car, walking to the front door and unlocking it. You followed behind her, guilt burried deep in your chest.

"Billie, listen, i -" She turned around to face you, her expression making it obvious she was still mad. "You should shower." She said and just kicked her shoes off, turning around to go elsewhere in the house.

You scratched the back of your neck and sighed. You'd felt so bad for what had happened, but you genuinely did try to end the conversation between you and that girl because you knew this would've happened.

You were in the shower, thoughts racing through your head as you contemplated about a bunch of what-ifs and what you should've done. You jumped, hearing the bathroom door suddenly open. But quickly calmed down, realizing it was just your girlfriend, Billie.

She abruptly opened the glass door to the shower, eyeing your body up and down before stepping in with you. She had already undressed herself and was now backing you into the wall of the shower. "What made you think that was okay?" She looked down at you, disappointed in your selfish actions from earlier that night.

"I tried to, but she was persistent... billie, I'm sorry, really -" She just hushed you and scoffed. She grabbed your arm and spun you around, pushing you against the wall. Your back facing her.

She leaned into you, whispering closely in your ear. "Be a good girl for me. Okay?" You're heart dropped, knowing that this was gonna be one hell of a torturous night.

Billie had thrown you onto the bed, her strap connected to her body as she pounded into you like an animal. She was wild, and she didn't care to stop. No matter how loud you whined.

"P-please, billie I can't - no more..." You screamed into the pillow, face down, ass up, whilst she fucked you into oblivion. She leaned down, cupping your chin and pulling you up to connect her lips with yours. Your legs started to tremble. She could tell you were close. "Mhm. Just like that." She pushed your head back down and removed the strap from your dripping cunt. You frowned into the pillow, and you could've sworn you were about to cry. You were so frustrated and needed to cum.

Billie moved you onto your back, locking your wrists into her hand, using her other one to tease your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled back, and you exhaled sharply. She lightly tapped your pussy before sliding two digits into your wet folds. You shakily moaned, your cunt squeezing down on her fingers.

Billie sped up her pace, and you felt yourself reaching heaven. Or was it hell? It didn't matter. You just wanted to feel the release. You craved it.

She lifted your legs up, throwing one over her shoulder as she removed her fingers, replacing it with her cock. Not gently. But thrusting it roughly deep inside of you. "Don't you go pulling some stupid shit like that again, do you understand?" Your eyes fluttered shut, but you nodded your head and bit down hard onto your lip, feeling your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck... yes. Yes!" Billies hand slid up your stomach, stopping at your neck and gripping gently. Not too hard to hurt you, but enough for you to know who was in charge.

You're legs began to shake, body convulsing and eliciting a moan through your parted lips every time she drove her hard cock into your seeping pussy. You felt a strange feeling starting to build up in your core. You wanted her to stop. It was weird, and your body was burning. But she didn't care. She wanted to fuck you til your last breath.

And before you knew it, you were squirting all over her cock, giving it a nice and shiny coat. Just for her. She groaned, watching as your eyes rolled back and your chest heaved. "Fuck. I love you so much." She leaned down, kissing your plump lips as you laid there. So fucked out and delicate. So beautiful.

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Notes: idk why this took me 3 days... this week has been exhausting 😓 but of course, I still have to be here for my babiesss! I hope you enjoyedd💕

Also, what are our thoughts about billies concerts so far??? Personally, I'm going feral 🤭

[petalsscribbles]

9. in the middle of the night

If Yn were to describe his sleeping habits in the popular bird terminology, he would clasify himself as a slightly neurotic offspring of a night owl and an early bird. He goes to sleep late and wakes up early on most nights. Sometimes anxiety induced insomnia robs him off his already alarmingly short sleep.

Tonight is not one of those nights when thoughts run around in his brain like a hamster in his tiny plastic wheel, doubts screech and bang two huge cymbals together and worries hold a techno rave.

It's one of those nights where a single sentence haunts him like a ghost, like a shameful secret.

Because you're already in love with someone else.

Well.

Is he?

Yn tried not to dwell on it, mostly because he doesn't want to think about it and figure out Seunghwan was right. The reality of it evokes a lot of ifs. Yn doesn't like ifs, especially what ifs. But he couldn't help himself, and now he's dangerously close to the possibility of having feelings for Matthew.

Matthew... His best friend, his soulmate and proclaimed platonic husband. He's someone Yn can't afford to lose and admiting to himself he likes Matt could cost him their precious bond.

He wishes he could talk to Matthew about this. He's the emotionally intelligent one while Yn is absolutely dense. Matt always helps him make sense of his emotions, guides him through them. He understands him like nobody else, better than Yn understands himself. But Matt is the last person he can talk to about this.

Yn turns on his side, as if a new position would somehow trigger his sleep switch inside his brain. Something much different happens.

Matt is tossing and turning, sweating, mumbling distraught pleas.

Yn sits by his side and shakes Matthew's shoulders.

"Wake up." He whispers and shakes with a bit more force.

Matthew wakes up with a yelp and fear in his eyes. He looks around frantically, still not quite grounded in the real word.

"It's okay. You had a nightmare but I woke you up. You're alright now." Yn comforts as he caresses Matthew's hair. As his eyes meet Yn's, last traces of terror vanish and his shoulders relax. He shuffles forward, wrapping his arms around Yn's chest, face burried in the crook of Yn's neck.

"Thank God you're okay." Matthew says, warm breath tickling Yn's collarbone.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Yn reassures, hands soothing Matthew's still slightly trembling body. "Was the nightmare about me?"

Matthew releases a shaky exhale.

"Yes." He says as he pulls away slightly, arms still secured around Yn. "All my nightmares are about you. That's why I called you whenever I had one. To make sure you're alright."

"You should have told me. I could've climbed into your room."

"And make you risk breaking all your bones? No way." He rejects right away.

"You always did it for me." Yn argues.

"Yeah, but unlike you I can actually climb without snapping my neck." He argues back, flicking Yn's forehead to assert his point. Yn rubs the sore spot, unknowingly pouting. If only he knew what that face did to Matthew's heart.

"Let's get back to bed. We have to get up early." He suggests and guides Yn to his bed. Yn just watches him as Matthew basically tucks him in, wondering how can someone like him exist in this world. It should be Yn taking care of him, but Matthew has always put the needs of others before his own.

"Are you really okay now?" Yn asks as he sits up, mostly to reassure himself.

"Yes, don't worry." He smiles. "You're here with me, that's all I need."

Yn lies down with a thud, staring at the cracked ceiling.

Here comes the hamster wheel, the cymbals and the rave, now joined by a loud parade of ifs.

A/n: the amount of times i googled words to cofirm they mean what i think they mean is ridiculous

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[neomercedes]

nicole series.

note: this was something born out of wanting to write, seeing the nicole album as a full-blown au material, and wanting to release this out of my system. i wanted to include all drivers but it doesn't really seem fitting.

warning: i'm a sucker for angst, but i've never written before so this might just be a prick in the heart barely felt. if you like happy endings, well (i might excuse oscar pastry because he's a special bean and a ray of sunshine + actually have a long standing relationship)

tags: angst, cheating allegations, unrequited love, allergy to happy ending, bad writing

five songs from the album that remind me of the drivers (and maybe their previous relationship too). may i present to you niki x formula 1, i guess.

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apartment we won't share [CS55] “ Do the bricks in the walls know to hide the affairs? ” - in which the what-ifs of a 7-year relationship haunt you on a saturday night; the what could've been and the art of letting go.

autumn [CL16] “ You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed ” - for when you've both given all it takes to save the relationship, yet maybe you've already reached the end.

on the drive home [LH44] “ You won't be listening to my cries, anymore ” - where you know it won't ever be the same again once you've reached your destination, so you wish he'd take the long way home.

milk teeth [LN04] “ Just one empty kiss, and it's not as bad as it seems ” - you already knew the premise of being with him, yet you fight to be a constant in his world full of changes and temporary settlements.

take a chance with me [OP81] “ Lie to me all you please, I can see right through ” - after long years of pining, would you take the risk or miss the chance you didn't take?

Status: Work In Progress [i just had to let the idea out, not the actual will to write it so I don't know when i'd post the actual imagine/fic.]

[primus-why]

I Feel TFOne Could've Handled This Better...

Hot take but I feel like folks have been really generous with the take that OP was unable to find ~the perfect words~ in the heat of the moment (and thus should be given some grace) when he told D to stand down and "not be like Sentinel"... namely cuz I don't feel that the narrative supports this?

Like-- after all is said and done, OP doesn't reflect on that part of their split. He doesn't have a moment where he seeks validation or voices his regrets over the choice of his words, it's actually cut-and-dry. The narrative (as it stands) supports that OP saw D-16 acting up, so he called him out and stood on business, down to the last scenes where he's basically like "yeah it's a shame but y'all knew I had to do it to 'em."

It didn't have to be much! I'm not saying to absolve Megs, just show OP looking at things from a different perspective/contemplating a bit on that tough choice and the morality of the moment. Some examples of what I wish we had:

B-127 straight up blurting the obvious by later chatting with Orion like, "Wait so you told your best friend that he was acting just as bad as the guy who enslaved us for our entire lives and was torturing him like an hour ago? Oof. Seems kinda harsh." Then have some of OP's regret show on his face.

OP asking Elita-1 after Megs is banished if he did the right thing. Have Elita back his choice up, saying, "You should have seen what he did after you were... gone. It was terrifying. I know it was tough, but you made the right call." OP is grateful for the support, but a conflicted look still flashes across his face before he steels himself to look out towards the horizon... and the future.

Have OP walk past other mechs/former miners who didn't go with the High Guard saying stuff like, "Wish I could've given Sentinel a piece of my mind!" "Yeah, but I'm glad he's gone for good." "Ugh I miss everything." "Oh, it was crazy! Megatron picked him up and then he rrrrriiipped-- oops, hey there, Mr. Optimus... Prime... sir?" And have OP wave hello, looking a bit sick when they leave.

Post-credits scene with Starscream going on and on, asking Megs when they'll be back to teach the upstart Prime a lesson. Megs grabs his face to shut him up. "Patience, Starscream. The Prime thinks I'm no better than Sentinel... but I'll show him. He wants Iacon? He can have it. In the meantime we'll take the rest of the planet! Then I'll come back, crush Prime under my heel, and we'll take Iacon too. Sentinel's reign will barely be a footnote, because I'm about to become Optimus Prime's worst nightmare." The vocal performance would really need to sell this-- like picture Megs saying something like that from a place of anger and hurt, not so much a place of genuine evil or malice.

Basically instead of Orion's assertion being backed up as black and white/good vs bad, I wish we had some different opinions/reactions from the characters sprinkled in there. Like you can't tell me out of allllll the miners who weren't strong enough/willing to go with the High Guard and ended up sticking around that NONE of them were like "eyyo honestly?? Kiiiiinda glad Sentinel is dead. Wish I could have helped, tbh." like come onnnnn...

And you can't even argue that he's not an active threat-- I don't think everyone would see things that way! It's not just about the threat he physically has, but the threat he represents and is very likely to act upon if given the opportunity! He has a proven track record of not only being sneaky and conniving, but also capable of dealing some serious damage/killing people bigger and stronger than him, plus he has the backing of the Quints. All he'd need to do is wriggle his way out of jail and run off to his sponsors, then he'd probably be back to hurt more people! (If the Quints didn't just kill him out of incompetence lmao). There's a lot of "ifs" here, but I think it's a valid argument that not everyone would agree on what is the right or wrong way to handle Sentinel once he was down long enough to, like, do something about him.

I feel the situation needed a bit of nuance. In some way I wish they had kicked the can and had D and Orion bicker while Sentinel escaped, then have D get frustrated enough by the loss of Sentinel to point fingers (and his fusion canon) at Orion, who then falls and becomes OP. (Megs could still show some of thar emotion/remorse right after he does it too.) Not only would this open the door for a sequel, but tbh the Quint might have just killed Sentinel anyways and sought to deal with the miners uprising themselves lol. (Maybe that could have been an after credits scenes too instead of the B-127 bit??)

Would love to see a moment in a sequel where they have a calmer moment after arguing for a bit. Have OP mention how Megs was out of line, that it hurt and even scared him to see him act that way, and Megs can quietly point out "you said I was as bad as Sentinel... is that really how you see me? After everything we went through?"

Then OP can fumble the bag again lmao like "D, I... I'm sorry, that didn't come out right... but you still took things way too far..."

"Why am I not surprised-- your opinion is what matters the most! Maybe that's why you became a Prime, since you're so good at acting like the world revolves around you--!"

*gets interrupted by someone else before another yelling match ensues*

[rememberingliampayne]

Dear Liam,

Thank you for being in 1D, making 1D a place that is so irreplaceable in my heart. I confess I am not a person who came to know 1D back in its most popular days, and it is regretful that I only got to know so little so soon. When I was at my lowest, struggling with the academic toll and had difficulties managing my emotions, I remember listening to the song 'Strong' and it hit so close to home, it made me want to learn more, to know more about 1D. I pulled myself together and got back into the routine of my life, which would not have been possible without 1D. I started watching videos on 1D, seeing the hilarious video diaries and bloopers. I thoroughly enjoyed them. What stood out to me was you, you who was always there with a smile, there to comfort all the other bandmates when they were struggling. You were there for all of them, but how about you? Who would be there for you?(I'm not saying that the rest of the members were unsupportive, but that feeling of emptiness inside, the feeling that you couldn't tell anyone or how you were too scared?) It hurt me to see so many horrible comments about you flying around on the internet. People slandering, as if claiming to know everything and yet know so little. It hurt me so much to see such disgusting and mean behaviour, it infuriated me. Yet as a common person, I felt like I had no ability to do anything at all. I felt scared to speak out, I didn't know what I could say or do that would have been of impact, and chose to keep silent, which is definitely my biggest regret. From time to time, I would think about my inaction, and how much pain you must have felt when reading all those comments. We are but human after all, but it was harder for you who was on the receiving end. All the 'what ifs', what could've been done is far too late. What was once said can never be taken back, which is why I hope that from now, people would remember you as the one who brought the smiles, the one who never hesitated to put others before himself. Rest in peace Liam, thank you for making music that has been my pillar of support in difficult times.

[ocyriss]

Oh, the things I would give up to experience this game for the first time again.

Anyway, look at two of my queens in one picture!! Dhaveira Lavellan, and Athera De Riva!! Honestly, I was always excited to see my inquisitor again but what I wasn't expecting was how nostalgic and emotional it was going to feel-- I assumed it would be like seeing Shepard again or something similar to it, but it ended up being so much more than that. There were so many emotions all at the same time: excitement, adoration, a hint of sadness and so much more that I can't put into words. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) I don't think there's any other media where I felt this attached to a playable character. I have my gripes with the game and writing, a lot of things I wished we could've had and all the what-ifs that were cut from the storyboard but my adoration for Veilguard outweighs it all so much more- Didn't mean to yap when I just wanted to show my Inquisitor and Rook- but I love it- I absolutely adore Veilguard and I don't think there's ever enough words to describe how precious the entire Dragon Age series is to me 😭

It makes me feel so soft in the chest everytime i look back at her during her Inquisition days and how she looks a little older now 😭

[khattikeri]

the thing about wei wuxian’s victims is that calling them wei wuxian’s victims in the first place is nebulous.

that isn't to say those who died or were bereaved after nightless city or the first siege of the burial mounds weren't hurt by wei wuxian’s retaliation. but calling them "wei wuxian’s victims" while ignoring that cultivation society scapegoated and hunted him down, and that wei wuxian never attacked without being threatened first, is a massive oversimplification.

sure we have minor characters like the cultivator who lost his leg or the cultivator who lost his parents, and sure mxtx writes them as part of a mob of more unreasonable people who were largely not even present for these events, but the thing is... there are major named characters who were present, or who had loved ones there, and their grief and pain are given full attention by the story. they're called jiang cheng and jin ling.

my sister/my mother died at nightless city because of you! except no, jiang yanli actually died because an entirely different nameless cultivator stabbed her, and she intentionally pushed wei wuxian out of the way to protect him out of sincere love. it wasn't the first time. she already demonstrated this when she stood up for him and called him her blood brother in front of her fiance and his family at an event they were hosting, when she had zero backing support and could've easily been dumped and had her marriageability ruined for speaking out of turn.

who's to say that jiang yanli's death wasn't the only instance of cultivators dying at nightless city from friendly fire during all the chaos? we don't know. the one thing we do know for certain is that once it was all over, the survivors attributed the (dubiously counted) thousands of casualties to wei wuxian alone.

saying that wei wuxian was the sole cause is overly convenient for cultivation society. in particular the major sects politically did not want to help the wen remnants and were content to mistreat them in forced labor camps. they thought that wei wuxian was too dangerous with his unique ghost path of cultivation and use of resentful energy, so they gathered everyone up and tried TWO different times to assassinate him. the first time just killing wei wuxian alone. the next time, taking all the remaining wens out with him.

there's a lot left unsaid about these major battles and sieges which leads to a lot of our discourse as fans to begin with-- we have such limited information about all these major events of the past! and unfortunately for us, that's the point!

that's the thesis of the book! the details of the pain and grief you go through don't actually matter! regardless of it, you have to eventually move on. you have to actively choose good, to do what you think is right for the sake of doing the right thing, and not just to act based on your idea of fulfilling debts or deserving to be repaid a certain way!

what everyone claims as indisputable facts about wei wuxian are actually skewed not only by rumors, but by politics. mxtx doesn't depict these various randos to give them a brief beat of sympathy. nor does she do it just to make wei wuxian look better.

they are there because they are also angry and bitter, stewing in the past looking for someone to keep blaming (wei wuxian; the cultivation world decided thirteen years ago it would be wei wuxian) and demanding recompense from him. jiang cheng does the same for the entire damn book.

jin ling breaks the cycle; in spite of the rocky start he eventually chooses to trust wei wuxian and argue on his behalf even in front of his elders. even though he's the heir to a major sect. even though he has been taught his entire life to despise and be angry at wei wuxian for orphaning him.

mdzs is a complex story. it also happens to be a black and white story without gray morality. there are many what-ifs, actions that went poorly or circumstances that would've shifted the course of events if only things had gone well for everyone, but nobody acts in a legitimately morally grey way.

throughout the novels there is a clear delineation between good and bad, righteous and wrong; wei wuxian is clearly the former in both cases not because mxtx wanted to more easily depict her protagonist as a good guy, but because she consistently bases these dichotomies upon the fulcrum of hypocrisy.

supporting the use of resentful energy via ghost cultivation to kill your political enemies in wartime and then immediately turning on the person doing so for you once the war is over, blaming all evils on him and trying to get him killed because he's trying to help the few survivors of the opposing side (both because it's the right thing to do and to pay back a life debt he secretly owes that only two or three people know about, oops)-- that is hypocrisy.

if wei wuxian does it and we like it, it's expected of him and he deserves no praise, though he handles it all with charm and stride befitting the son of the illustrious cangse-sanren.

if wei wuxian does it and we don't like it, he's a murderous evildoer, the ungrateful and dangerous son of a servant (whose name we conveniently never say even though we all know who wei changze was).

mdzs is a book about the hypocrisy of the upper class. mdzs is a book about grief. mdzs is a book about society and rumors and politics and the pitfalls of chasing after what you are "owed". mdzs is a book about love and sticking to your own path and principles. wei wuxian is its protagonist, and by the novel's own values, he is indisputably good.

[blueicequeen19]

The Cross

Warnings: threats, breaking and entering, Rafe being a douche, unprotected sex, angst, SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!!!

To say Pope was upset about the cross being melted down was an understatement. You guys had never seen him so upset. Then he disappeared. You knew he probably needed his space and time to process and that Cleo was probably with him but revenge was on yours and JJ's mind now. That's why you were at Tannyhill at Rafe's party being the distraction while JJ scoped the place out for the gold from the cross. You and JJ had argued for over an hour on whether you should be bait but after being kidnapped with Rafe Cameron, you felt like maybe you could use that to keep him distracted. He was also no doubt pissed about his boat but this gave him the opportunity to confront you while JJ snooped.

"Are you lost, Pogue?" You stiffen, smelling Rafe's strong cologne before you see him. You turn with your beer to your lips as Rafe comes to a stop in front of you.

"Rafe! Nice party." You nod, trying to push away the nerves you felt in your stomach. This could go very wrong.

"Cut the shit. Why are you here?" Rafe demands, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. He was beyond pissed as he snatches your drink away.

"I wanted to apologize about your boat." You sigh, doing your best to fake sympathy and softening your eyes.

"Really? Are you going to pay for the damage? It's covered in bullet holes." Rafe growls, stepping into your space. It was unlike Rafe to suddenly care about something replaceable but this was the first time he had his own money.

"That was Sighns men. That's not my fault." You bit out.

"You know, I thought we were finally at an understanding. I thought we trusted each other then you stabbed me in the back."

"I couldn't leave my friends."

"I got you to safety. That says a lot about your friends."

"Shut up, Rafe. You're just mad you got your ass handed to you." Rafe steps closer, his chest brushing yours as he cages you in. You panic for a moment, looking around to hopefully see JJ approaching but that would make things ten times worse. Especially when Rafe grabs your chin, making you crane your neck as you're forced to look up at him.

"Anything could've happened in that room you know." Rafe murmurs, licking his lips as he gazes down at you with hooded eyes. You try to jerk away from his hold but his fingers tighten, pinching your chin. "You're so pretty when you sleep." You stiffen, like you've been doused in cold water as all the possibilities and what ifs plague your mind. You shove at his chest with a snarl and he grins, finally releasing you.

"You're a prick." You bite out, taking a step back as his uneasy grin spreads.

"And you're done. Get out. I'm gonna go find your friend." Your eyes widen just as someone grabs your arm, pulling you towards the gate. Rafe knew. He knew this whole time and JJ was in the house.

Who knew Rafe Cameron was so predictable? Well, actually, I did. The first place I looked - under his bed - and I found the black box that no doubt held the gold. It was locked but I had the box. It was heavy so there had to be multiple. The cross had weighed several hundred pounds so he had to have hundreds of gold blocks stored somewhere. This was just what he had on him.

"Did Y/N tell you what happened between us?" I freeze at the sound of Rafe's voice, the gold forgotten about as I slowly turn and face him, my blood boiling. Nothing happened between them so he was only trying to piss me off.

"She's beautiful. Too beautiful for you. It's a shame you didn't see the tight little red dress they had her wear. The slit was so high on her leg, I bet she wasn't even wearing panties. Actually, I know she wasn't because I found her panties folded up with her clothes." Rafe smiles at my bristling body, my fists clenched as I resist the urge to bash his head in.

"This isn't over. That cross wasn't yours to destroy." I bite out, trying to calm my racing heart. I was so pissed off I could barely think straight. Rafe shrugs, his hands in his pockets as he walks over by the bed and tucks the black case away like he didn't just catch me trying to steal it.

"She's a deep sleeper." Rafe meets my eyes, a sinister smirk on his lips. I flinch, my anger starting to get the best of me.

"I offered to let her sleep in my shirt but she declined. I could still see her hard little nipples though. They probably feel really good between your teeth." I snarl, my back to the door as I debate making a break for it and killing him.

"It's not cheating for her to want me. Y'all aren't exclusive right? So you can't be mad at her for what happened while we were trapped together. I mean, we thought we were going to die so why not fuck one last time?" I lunge right into his trap and he pulls a gun from behind him, keeping it aimed at my head as I bristle. At this point, I'd rather have a bullet than let him continue to talk about her.

"Nothing happened. She told me." I growl, my hands up as he approaches me. The barrel of the gun gets wedged under my chin when he stops in front of me.

"You don't know. You weren't there. Maybe Sighn made us fuck. Maybe it was survival. Maybe it was just the carnal urge to fuck." Rafe clicks his tongue, smiling like he's replaying a memory in his head then his smile drops and the gun digs harder into my flesh.

"Show up here again and I will fuck her. And I'll make sure she likes it." I step back as I see red, fighting the urge to attack as I throw the door open and back out.

You wait for JJ in your Jeep when he suddenly appears, pushing you from the driver seat and taking over behind the wheel. He's so angry that it radiates off him. He appears unharmed but you can tell Rafe got to him as he squeals tires before driving off. He won't talk but every muscle you can see is bulging as he appears to grow angrier and angrier. It's dark when he finally pulls over at an empty beach and jumps out. You frantically follow after him, trying to get him to answer but he continues to ignore you as he picks up a log and wacks it off a fallen tree. The log splits so he picks up another one that's even bigger and uses it until it breaks too.

"Stop! Talk to me! What did he do?" You cry, running up behind him and wrapping you arms around his trembling body. JJ lets out an uneven breath, the wood falling to the ground as he pulls your arms off and turns. His eyes are hooded, pupils blown as he roughly grabs your face and gives you no warning before kissing you. You fist his shirt, kissing him back just as hard and hungrily. He backs you up until your back hits the Jeep, his body molded against yours as he steals your ability to breathe.

"JJ." He ignores you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and hauling you up his body. Your arms circle his neck as you kiss him harder, his hands digging into your ass. You'd made out before, even messed around during a few dry spells but nothing like this. Nothing this consuming and feverish.

"He got in my head." JJ finally says, one hand fisting your hair as his kisses grow angrier, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth.

"Get him out." You pant, tightening your hold around his waist and grinding against him. Your body was like a live wire, buzzing with need and pent up aggression. You felt ready to explode and your clit was throbbing painfully. JJ tears his lips from yours as he yanks your passenger door open, his hands digging into your flesh.

"I swear to god, I'll fuck you right here on the side of the road. Don't push me." JJ snarls, lowering you to your feet as he yanks his cut-off over his head. You swallow, taking in his taunt muscles and delicious abs. Sweat dripped from his brow and down his chest, giving you the urge to lick it. So you did. You ran your tongue up his sternum and over one of his nipples, feeling him tense under your touch. You hear him suck in a breath through his teeth then he's fisting your hair, making you kiss him again.

"Nothing happened between me and Rafe." You whisper, tugging his belt loose and unzipping his shorts. His erection was straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. There was already a small wet spot on his boxers.

"Don't say his name." JJ snarls, cupping your breast roughly between kisses. He pinches your nipple through your shirt and bra, making you moan into his mouth as your hand slips inside his shorts, stroking him the best you can.

"I only want to say yours. Only you, J. Only you." You feel the moment he snaps as you free him from the confines of his shorts. He spins you around, forcing you to bend over the seat after yanking your shorts and panties down to your knees. Your legs were trapped closed as his fingers toyed with you from behind. Anyone could drive by and see but you didn't care. You didn't want soft and gentle. JJ was rough around the edges and passionate about the things he cared about. That's what you wanted.

"You're dripping down your thighs." JJ pants, his fingers entering you and making you moan loudly. He pumps his fingers twice before he pulls away, spreading your cheeks and burying his face in your pussy from behind. His mouth devours you and all you can do is take it, crying out into the back seat as his tongue works you into a frenzy on the side of the road. You're on the brink of cumming as he fucks you with his tongue before he's suddenly pulling back and replacing it with something much thicker. You'd had him in your mouth before but you'd never sex. His size was intimidating and for a moment you were afraid of the pain to come by being stretched open by him but it was otherworldly as he filled you in one swift thrust, the two of you groaning into the night. It burned but in the best way. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ grits out, withdrawing half way and slamming in hard. You lift up on your toes, pushing your ass out as he does it again and again, the vehicle rocking with his rough movements. Your eyes fall closed, not caring if a car did drive by at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." JJ growls, his fingers tight on your hips as he starts to fuck you. You couldn't speak, your mind and body were too far gone.

"He got in my fucking head. The shit he said. God, I'll kill him if he so much as looks at you again." You didn't think he could fuck you any harder but he did. His body slammed into yours over and over again to the point you knew you'd be sore for days after this. You knew what this was. He was claiming you and he was making sure you knew it. He pulls back, angling his hips up and hitting something that has your eyes crossing and dropping down on the seat.

"JJ!" You scream his name as you come, your body trembling uncontrollably as your high washes over you. His cock seems to thicken inside you as you clench around him like a vice, making you see stars until you sag on the seat.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Gonna squeeze my fucking dick off." JJ growls, his hands on your hips the only thing keeping you on your feet. His heavy breathing and grunts are music to your ears as you push back against him, eager to make him cum. You look back, seeing his lips parted and hair hanging in his eyes as he watches himself disappear inside you. His eyes lock on yours and you feel yourself clench again, biting back a moan as his jaw tightens.

"Where do you want me to cum, baby?" He rasps, giving short hard thrusts that have your knees buckling.

"Inside me. Cum inside me, J." You cry, another orgasm triggered while he slams inside you harder and harder. JJ moans loudly, his movements growing sloppy until he finally stills, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You tremble with aftershocks as he finally slips out, a vulgar wet sound echoing between you as his warmth starts to run down your thighs.

"Such a beautfiul fucking sight." JJ's fingers collect your mixed arousal and gently shoves it back inside you, making you wince and moan. You feel him pull away then he's tugging your shorts and panties back up before carefully turning you to face him. His face is red from exertion and his cheeks flushed as he searches your face for any sign of distress. You could tell he was starting to panic.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I can't believe we just did that." The words fly out of his mouth as he fights to catch his breath.

"Shh, it's okay. Deep breaths." You reach up on your toes and kiss him, an ache deep inside you from where he just was. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he kisses you gentler than before. You could feel his heart racing from your chests being pressed together so you placed your palm over it, stroking the back of his hair.

"It's okay. I wanted it too, JJ." You pull away, letting your foreheads rest together as you feel him exhale and his heartbeat starts to even out.

"I'm sorry. Rafe just got in my fucking head. He said things and I just--."

"Stop. I'm not mad. I'm not hurt. I'm here for you, JJ. No matter what. Rafe is just a dick and he wanted to bait you." JJ sighs, his arms tightening around you as he holds you close.

"You're sure you're okay?" JJ whispers, his hands gently rubbing your back. You were sore as hell and your panties were soaked with his cum but it was worth it. The whole thing had been worth it. You didn't think you'd ever seen him so angry and wild but the sex was well worth it.

"Yes. Feel free to do that again anytime." You smirk, feeling relieved when he gives you a devilish smile. JJ kisses you, his dick already hard against and digging into your stomach.

"I plan on it."

[imsatu]

Papas' mothers

i need to warm up my writing and i got inspired, so here’s what i think the papas’ mothers could've been like

these are all maybes and what ifs, they’re not really my hcs just things that i came up with, also i like sister imperator, even though it might not look like it from the things i wrote hehe

cw: maybe it gets a bit nsfw? but not heavy, it's a just in case, also rhrn spoilers, again just in case

Primo: his conception was one of the first duties nihil had to carry out, conceive an heir to the position, that’s why primo is much older than the rest

nihil had to select a sister of sin from a thoroughly sorted group out of the women of the satanist convent, being a great honor to all of them to be even considered for the position. he ended up picking a beautiful, blonde woman with bright, blue eyes, arched nose and plump lips, and a serious and solemn demeanor (the one that resembled sister imperator the most). it didn’t take long until she became pregnant. as a mother, she was stern and preoccupied in rising the perfect heir for the role of papa, and made sure primo grew being able to carry out his papal duties perfectly

Secondo: he came a few years after primo, product of a sudden (and a bit of frowned upon) relationship with a sister of sin. still, the clergy had to accept him as the heir he was, but secondo felt the subtle rejection of the anti-church, even from his mother, as life practically fell apart around her because of the affair with nihil (big part of which sister imperator made sure happened, out of jealousy). his mother was never important in his life, and was raised by other sisters of sin along with primo. the hard time he had during his childhood, adding to the pressure of becoming papa helped turn him into the party-animal, miserable, wounded, and bitter old man he was known for.

Terzo: his mother wasn’t a sister of sin, like his older brothers, in this case, it was a fan of the ghost project from when nihil was the frontman. she followed them around for the concerts and ended up pregnant, terzo being born in the midst of the chaos of tours and rituals, which he loved. his mother helped him become not only the best papa he could be, but also and most importantly, the best rockstar. since he was a kid, she helped him come up with his skull makeup, enrolled him in music lessons, and transmitted to him a burning passion for stages and glamor, so when he became frontman of ghost, he made sure to make his mama proud

Copia: we all know who copia’s mom is, but, how was sister imperator as a mother? she just wasn’t. when she found out she was having twins she had to come to the most complicated decision she ever had to take, as she wouldn’t be able to be a mother to twins and also fulfill her job as sister imperator. so, she decided to surrender her children to the sisters of sin, the same ones that had raised the three papas. she made sure that nobody, including both of her babies would ever know who their real parents were, thinking that she was protecting them, and made sure to give them a good life, making copia a cardinal and later papa emeritus. 

what about the other twin? until we meet them, any theory could be our best guess. maybe they died (following the story of romulus and remus that it seems copia and a few songs make reference to), maybe they decided to leave the clergy, who knows

[languajix]

Mike's Makeover (a Fandom Family Reunion Fashion Show Fic)

Have a little not-so-little surprise fic I wrote in honor of the fashion show event! Cabinmates, I hope I kept your characters in character here, and if I didn't, my deepest apologies.

Summary: Mike's only recent experience with a makeover has been a couple of little girls playing dress-up with him. Other than that, he's never had much opportunity to look or feel pretty. Can his cabinmates help him out?

Wordcount: 2,978

Hold Every Memory Mike arrived back at the cabin with a full-bodied sigh after a long day of wandering around, poking at things, and meeting a lot of very fun, very fashionable people. Also collecting stuff!

He heaved all the various assorted fabrics from his arm to the bed, then deposited his nibbles one by one into the nest on the bedside table. El, Dee, Lee, Angie. All the Splinterson-Hamato campers present and accounted for!

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he heard from behind him, and he did not jump because he was a ninja, of course. He just stiffened a little. The speaker in question was Cerulean, his fellow cabinmate, looking at him with his usual diplomatic smile on his face.

"Pardon?" Mike asked, having genuinely no clue what Cerulean could possibly take issue with. He didn't slam the door, he didn't track mud inside like last time, or the time before that, he didn't leave his nephews to crawl around on the bed and potentially fall off or anything, he himself was just stretching a little and unless Cerulean was worried about him pulling a muscle...

Cerulean gestured at the pile of clothes on the bed. "If these aren't already wrinkled so badly as to need ironing, they will be if you leave them like that."

Ahh. Well, what was another wrinkle? Mike's dimension wasn't exactly going to be a safe place for fancy fabric in the first place, if he even got to take this stuff home with him. He sighed again just a little, picking them up one by one. Did this cabin have a closet? Clothes hangers? He wasn't in the mood for finagling any folding at the moment; it was hard enough when he had had two hands to work with, and he'd kind of wound himself down for the day.

"I don't even know if I'm gonna try on half of this stuff," he admitted to Cerulean, who leaned over to help him pick up the clothes from the pile. "I don't usually, y'know, wear nice things. We're pretty busy, and there's just never any reason to get all dressed up anymore."

Cerulean raised a brow. "Nonsense," he countered. "There is always a reason to wear nice things."

"Not where I'm from," Mike admitted wryly. His aching feet made it hard to jump up and meet the level of his usual optimistic pep. "A long, long time ago, it could've been a different story, though. When we were teenagers, sometimes we'd have to dress up to blend in somewhere, and whenever I could get away with it, I'd try to go for clothes that made me feel... I don't know. Pretty, I guess." He laughed, and felt the grasping, confusing what-ifs slide off his shell as he decided not to linger on them. "That was a long time ago. I got a little of that mojo back with, you know, the beads. And I won't say the stuff I shrugged on today wasn't fun. It's just... I can't. This whole camp has been a lot of fun, but it does keep me too busy to really experiment or anything, usually."

Cerulean paused, then, fingers running over the fabric of one particular jacket thoughtfully. "It seems like a waste to not at least wear them all once."

"Yeah, well. We'll see how many I have time for before this shindig is over, I guess." Mike held up his arm that once again held a bunch of clothes, probably making Cerulean wince a little on the inside. "Any idea where to hang these bad boys for the time being?"

Cerulean showed him to a closet near the entry door. Neat. That's what that door was for. He hadn't realized that was there, probably because he hadn't really needed it. All his usual clothes were haphazardly folded in the duffle at the foot of his bed.

Together, they started hanging up all the clothes, and Mike was really grateful for the friends he'd made at the Family Reunion, he really, really was.

When they were done, Cerulean swished away, off to do... whatever it was he did all day.

The tiny turtle tots at his bedside started peeping for their uncle's attention, so he turned to go make sure they wouldn't wilt out of inattention. Gotta keep earning those uncle points, right?

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ICE was looking at him weird.

ICE looked at everybody weird at some point, because ICE could be a little judgemental sometimes. Mike tried not to take the looks personally; he was a weird guy.

He couldn't figure out what he was doing, though, that made ICE look at him like this. Most of the time he was in the middle of dunking jalapenos in jelly and eating it with a spoon, or doing pushups up on his fingertips with all of his nibbles balanced on his shell, or trying to lure out the Covert guys down from the roof with a laser pointer. His weird stuff was usually obvious.

He was sitting on his bed reading comic books while his nephews napped against his side.

Did- did they not have comic books in ICE's dimension? He ended up not reading the back half of the comic at all, and instead squinting down as the letters blurred and he tried to imagine a dimension without comic books. What would people even do for fun?

The front door creaked open, and Marco raised an eyebrow from behind his dark sunglasses as he ducked into the cabin, a plastic shopping-style bag slung over his shoulder. "Hey guys."

"Did you get everything on the list?" ICE demanded immediately, and on the opposite side of the room, Mike noticed Spirit and Mika perk up, shooting glances towards the incoming cabin counselor.

Marco took his time in brushing off his shoes on the mat and swinging the bag down against his side, stopping to scratch his chin. He must have been enjoying ICE's growing frustration, because he milked it for a good fifteen seconds at least before he gave ICE a nod, fingers curling tight against the handle of the bag. "Yep. It's all here. I think."

"Let me see," ICE demanded, sliding to his feet and marching across the room to hold out his hand imperiously.

Mike was curious.

It was never a good thing when Mike got curious. But fortunately or unfortunately, he had a couple of tiny children napping at his side and he couldn't face their tiny little sleepy eyes blinking up at him if he got up and accidentally woke them. So. "All right, then. Keep your secrets," he murmured to himself.

He watched ICE shuffle through the bag, then turn to Mika and nod. Mike watched, befuddled and amused, as Mika rolled to his feet with a salute and started wandering over in his direction.

"What's the haps?" he asked, feeling almost a little cornered, but Mika merely smiled back at him, wide and sweet, before slowly scooping up the nibbles one by one, shushing and bouncing them when they started whining in their sleep, settling them in the nest on the bedside table.

When Mike was child-free, Mika herded Mike to the end of his bed, feet sat solidly on the ground, arm resting behind him for a little stability as he leaned back just a tad. "Perfect!" Mika beamed, shooting him a thumbs up.

Mike had gone from intrigued to amused, at this point, though the not knowing was eating him up inside.

ICE set the bag down next to him, but a tap on the bottom of his chin kept Mike looking straight ahead instead of peeking inside. "I'm going to need you to stay still," ICE instructed. "Lean forward a little. Mika needs your hand."

"Always happy to lend a hand," Mike said automatically, as Mika settled in beside him. Finally, he got to see what was in Marco's bag of tricks, as ICE reached in and pulled out... nail polish.

Mike's own nail polish was chipped almost beyond recognition after weeks of inattention. He'd just been busy, okay? But this bottle of new stuff was a shiny, sparkly purple, almost looking like a captured galaxy in there, and he knew his Donnie would love it if he could show it to him. "Oh! Nail painting. Awesome. We can gossip about boys and paint each other's nails." Mika took Mike's hand to start working, and Mike tried hard not to immediately slouch as he warmed up at the contact. This was going to do wonders for his touch starvation, probably. Nice.

ICE pulled out something else - a thing of eyeliner, which Mike recognized because ICE had done up his makeup all spooky and cool recently.

"We're going to try to do this over your mask, this time," ICE declares. "I've seen some people around the camp doing it like that. Captain, for one. I don't know how this will turn out, but I'll do my best."

...what prompted this makeover, exactly? Mike searched back, but his thoughts kept getting stuck on the whole idea of a world without comic books, like a skipped record. "Okay. That, uh. Sounds. Good?"

ICE just smirked.

Painting his fingernails was over and done with quick, given that he had three of them, and Mika soon had him resting his hand on the bedspread, gently waving one of Mike's comic books to get a little airflow and let them dry, when they heard a little shuffle from the floor above. "What are we doing?" Scout asked, poking his snout over the edge of the top railing and blinking big, curious eyes down at the scene.

Spirit flew up to meet him, spinning in excited little circles. "Uncle Mike is getting a makeover!"

"Oooh!" Scout tapped his fingers against the wood in a happy little pattern, then blinked once more as though a thought had occurred to him. "What's a makeover? Can I help?"

"Sure!" Mika called, waving up at Scout. "I'll teach you how to braid! You can help me pick some beads." Scout perked up and started hopping down the stairs.

The thought of braiding his mask tails gave Mike a thrill down the back of his shell. He loved doing that, he loved how he looked like that, he just got busy. Just like everything else, really.

"Drat," ICE muttered. "Marco, you forgot a ribbon."

"Wasn't on the list!" Marco called from the kitchen, where Mike could hear him rummaging around. Snack hunting? Mike's own stomach rumbled just a little at the thought.

Or maybe that was the sound of ICE grumbling. "It was. I know it was." He tutted, obviously displeased.

That was fine! Mike hadn't expected to have his mask braided when he woke up that morning, so it wasn't a big loss. He sucked in a breath, about to say as much, when he was interrupted. Something tapped on the window, and the only reason Mike knew it was one of the Covert guys was the obvious shadow that they definitely left on purpose as they zipped away.

Scout skedaddled over to the window, taking a few tries to figure out the latch but eventually sliding it open. He poked his head through, looking up, but by then the Covert guys were for sure gone.

"Oh!" Mike heard him call, and then Scout was in front of them, holding out some things in his hands for their inspection.

A red ribbon. And two small, thin knives, almost thin enough to be mistaken for chopsticks, with sheathes dyed orange and gold stitching.

(Uh, did the Covert guys have this place bugged, or what? Not that Mike wasn't grateful, but. Still.)

"I'll take that, thank you," ICE said, grabbing the knives and inspecting them before Scout could accidentally hurt himself. "I know what we're doing with these." Good, because Mike had no idea.

Scout sorted out the beads by color, whispering to Mika along the way, going off of some sort of color scheme Mike was clearly not meant to be in the loop about. Mike kept getting distracted by ICE leaning over him, eyes narrowed in concentration, some makeup thing or other pinched tightly between his fingers. The soft presses against Mike's mask tickled, and on the opposite side of his head, his mask tails were being tugged in a familiar way.

"Ah! Stop that," ICE scolded as someone - Scout? - tugged a little too hard and tugged Mike's mask an inch sideways on his face. Then ICE got a good look at Mike, eye holes askew, probably makeup all weird as well, and out of the tiny bit of eyehole Mike had left he could see ICE trying not to laugh.

(Mike almost forgot his nails were drying, when he went to go readjust his mask back. Whoops.)

Marco walked by on his way out the door, shooting Mike a quick nod as he passed. Mike tried to read his face for any indication of how the whole makeover thing was going, but Marco's expression was impassive. Helpful, Marco. Thanks.

After a few more minutes, ICE leaned back, studying his work. "Okay, I think I'm finally done. Looking good, Uncle Mike, if I do say so myself."

Spirit, who had lingered behind ICE's shoulder on and off during the whole process, spinning around and laughing into his hands and making Mike feel a little nervous, gave Mike an encouraging thumbs up.

Okay. Cool. He was getting excited about this, actually. Like really excited, a little fluttery thing between his ribs, a little smile that wouldn't quit.

ICE grabbed the knives and walked over to the side of the bed. "Let's just put these... here," he said, and Mike could feel the slide of something into the top of his braid, right against the curve of his skull, and then a second one also sliding home.

"We just need to tie this off and then we're done, too!" Mika announced cheerfully. ICE rummaged around in the bag and passed him something, and Mike could feel the braid swishing across his shell as Mika finagled a tie around the end.

"Thank you, guys. I appreciate this a lot more than you know. Am I done? Am I pretty?" Mike asked, just a little bit shyly, itching to go look at himself in the mirror.

"Not quite," someone said, and he turned wide eyes on Cerulean, who had made his way downstairs without so much as pinging Mike's senses, a testament to Mike's distraction as much as it was Cerulean's silence.

Cerulean passed Mike by with only a sidelong glance and a placid smile. Mike smiled back, confused. But then again, this whole thing had been confusing. Nice, but confusing.

Cerulean swung open the door to the cabin closet. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for, as he pulled something out without any hesitation.

He laid the clothes down beside Mike on the bed. "You have to put this on, first."

It was one of the outfits Mike had come home with the other day. One of the many he hadn't actually worn, yet.

He didn't even know if it looked good on him. Cerulean seemed to think it would, though, which was a high recommendation. Okay, here went nothing.

Clothed and accessorized, he stood in front of the mirror and opened his eyes. What he saw knocked the breath right out of his lungs, just a little. The crisp, clean lines of makeup on his mask around his eyes, making them look wide and beautiful, a sparkly gold accentuating the black. His mask tails, with a small, long-bodied metal dragon wound up through the braid and scattered gold and purple beads glinting throughout, and the knives crossed like hairsticks through the very top. An elegantly thin gold chain draped around his neck, settled right across his plastron.

His nails, glittering like the night sky, below a simple gold bracelet.

The shirt, gauzy and light and just the right color to blend in with the golds, under an artfully draped, loose jacket with a dragon trailing across the hem, leaving stars in its wake. The swishy skirt, dripping gold into winking purple galaxies.

It reminded him of himself, but the purple and the night also reminded him of Donnie, and looking at himself in the mirror and seeing his family carried with him brought the same bubbling joy as it always did.

Mike couldn't help his grin, or his happy wiggles. He laughed, and the edges of his eyes crinkled, probably messing up that perfect makeup just a little but honestly? It would still be perfect anyways. It was all perfect.

He looked so pretty.

He could see ICE and Mika peeking over his shoulder, watching him looking at himself in the mirror, but when he pulled out his phone for a selfie, they leaned away, obviously trying to give him some space.

He didn't want space.

"Get in here," he demanded, "I'm not taking a picture without everybody in it."

ICE leaned in to his left side, a cool expression settling across his face. Mika draped himself over Mike's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear, Spirit hovering next to him. Scout waved eagerly from behind Mike's other shoulder, and Mike turned, wiggling his phone and his elegantly drawn brows. "When I said 'everybody', I didn't mean 'everybody but Cerulean,'" he declared firmly. "Get in, there's only so much room in front of this thing."

Cerulean raised his brows, as though politely surprised to have been included in the word everybody. "Well, if you insist."

He leaned close to Mike's right, though, and sent a picture-perfect smile to the mirror.

Mike snapped a photo.

Everybody in it was pretty, but he had to say, for once in his time at camp? He was absolutely the prettiest.

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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

AUs involved, in order of appearance:

Hold Every Memory @languajix

True Colors by @v-albion

It's a Complicated Equation by @leilanising

Fear's Embrace by @karonkar and @owliedoesnothing

Ghost of the Past by @wandering-ghost

Second Shot by @twignotstick

Covert AU by @chessman-protocol

All from Cabin 14!

[bogkeep]

it was always a strange dichotomy. every middle school classmate i had told me i'd be a millionaire when i grew up, a Famouse Artisté. it's easy enough to imagine as a teen, i suppose: skill equals fame equals money. i was doubtful about this prophecy, not because i wasn't confident in my ability to draw, but because it was hard to imagine a world where i'd be paid for it.

it was an ice breaker game at summer camp. horrible one, really - everyone in a group were given a character profile. now we had to imagine that it was the zombie apocalypse, and the helicopter to safety was two seats short and we had argue why we deserved a spot. the character i got was an asshole doctor of some kind. i don't remember if i argued my way into the helicopter or not, but i do remember the feeling that's been hanging over me my entire life - if the apocalypse happens right now, i have nothing to contribute.

there's something really painful about it. i have cultivated a skill for my whole life, i can make art and tell stories that are entirely unique to me, there is no way to get someone else to create in the exact same way i can, and yet - i've contributed more to capitalist society by sitting in an empty hotel reception for eight hours a day.

which made me develop anxiety, to boot.

i illustrated two children's books. they're some of my best work. the contract i signed was industry standard and the indie author who had hired me was incredibly kind... but even after stock sold out i had earnt little more than some pocket change.

in high school we had an outing to dig our own snow caves that we would spend the night in. in teams, thankfully. i have so little physical strength to speak of, most i could do to help was clear away the snow rubble and toss it outside. i know, i know, my classmates reassured me it was an important job to do, i was an invaluable member of the group, sure - but it's that feeling, you know?

what would my task be in the communist solarpunk commune?

a person cannot be useless. it's a human being. they just exist, no ifs and buts about it. one can only be useless in the eyes of an ableist, capitalist society that sees no value in being alive beyond production and profit.

sometimes i receive messages from internet strangers to tell me something i said - often several years ago - was helpful to them. maybe it was a throwaway comment on a forum. maybe it was replying to a question they could've googled the answer to. maybe it was an encouraging reply to someone's artwork. turns out it mattered to someone. huh.

of course you can learn new skills. i have learnt plenty over the years! i have also learnt that there are limitations to what i can do. that some of the obstacles i face are not in fact obstacles everyone faces. it's not that i can't break tasks into smaller steps, it's more that half of those steps are going to be "rinse your hands because you Touched a Thing and now you're going to have to touch Another Thing." i wonder if that's adding to my cognitive load or something.

i was never raised to be a man, so by all accounts i do not understand why i'm so haunted by the spectre of toxic masculinity - what would i do if i was a medieval peasant and a war broke out? what if i was in a pre-historic hunter gatherer society and i was expected to hunt? what if i was a humble farm boy discovering the sword of the chosen one and the world depended on my non-existing courage to face certain death?

look, it's stupid. these are not scenarios i will find myself in. besides, pre-historic humans depended on community and taking care of each other. that's how we survive.

i'm not useless and i decided to make peace with being useless anyway.

we're surrounded by digital clocks. we can't really escape them. do we need watchmakers? would they save me a spot in the zombie apocalypse helicopter? no, don't answer that. i'm just happy i found something that requires a light touch and an observant eye.

[khunyuki]

Hope this ain't a bother but it's ok you don't need to reply immediately rest is important.

I was thinking what if Kagami almost got captured? By no. 9 and she was too far from her squad and she almost got swallowed by him, good Hoshina with his No. 10 suit save her in time.

Hehehe

Thanks for thinking about me @imthecosmicbasball!!! I really appreciate it huhu🥹🤗

For this ask, I think i'll just write how I imagine this scenario will turn out to be. You could say this is just a 'what ifs' since kaiju no. 9 and Kagami have no relations to each other. For the sake of the plot, Kagami will not be gravely injured after fighting with kaiju no.16 which I made on my previous post.

Okay so here we go!!! Be warned as it has spoilers from the manga⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Kaiju no. 9, the numbered kaiju that suddenly appeared out of nowhere after kaiju no. 8. According to reports, it has the ability to disguise itself as a human and has the ability to control other kaijus as their leader. The perfect example of this was the attack on Tachikawa Base.

Uzui Kagami and Kaiju no.9 has no relation to each other whatsoever, rather it was Kagami who was onesidedly pissed off by the said kaiju. The attack number 9 launched on Tachikawa Base via Kaiju no.10 made her fiance injured, almost killing him woth the rest of the Third Division. There's no way she's forgiving that so easily. Number 10 was only let off cuz he was useful, if not she'd find way to torture that motherfucker.

She's only realized how great of a threat number 9 is when he outsmarted them all. Never did she expected a kaiju to be so smart it caused a diversion by using the annoying ant type kaijus just so it could sneak attack on the director general of the defense force. Kagami was frustrated, really really frustrated. She and Shinomiya Isao may not have the greatest relationship but she truly respects the man and grateful for him. Seeing him die when she could've saved him, she's filled with even more self-loathing and seething anger to that kaiju.

A trap, she knew it was a trap plotted by kaiju no. 9. The appearance of kaiju no. 11 to 16, six numbered kaijus at the same time was unprecedented and could only be done by it. She had an inkling on its motives but she wasn't sure if she's correct: to separate the JAKDF's strongest forces and eliminate them.

As she was fighting with kaiju no. 16, she wondered. Was she strong enough to be considered a threat by kaiju no.9? The talentless and unworthy her? Kagami always underestimates herself but never her enemies for that is what's been engraved to her entire being. For what purpose is kaiju no.9 doing this to her?

Ah, she understood now. She was too far from everyone. She was caught off guard by kaiju no. 16 and didn't realize it brought her away from other people. She was too exhausted after neutralizing number 16 when number 9 appeared. Its form intimidating, greatly different from the reports she's seen. There were no openings even if she does try to attack. But she knew she can't run. For it will go for the others if she did. Even if she managed, she knew she could never escape.

The only choice was to face it and try to stall it. Kagami wasn't an idiot. She knows full well what this kaiju did to director Shinomiya. She knew it absorbed his memories, using the information gained against them. She must never ever be be killed by this kaiju. Cuz if she dies by its hands, it'll find out the plan she and Soshiro formulated with Hibino Kafka.

"Why are you doing this? I don't think I am worth anything"

Stalling for time, she tried to understand its motives. Number 9 wasn't attacking but she kept her eyes and ears peeled. Attacking it first is a dumb move and she won't do it.

"Eto- Shinomiya Isao's memories says otherwise. Mahh it's good thing you're the type of underestimate yourself and your abilities. You'll be a pest if I leave you be right now so..."

A frown appeared on Kagami's face as her sharp eyes glared at the kaiju, readying her weapon. She doesn't know what this kaiju saw but it won't let her off. She'll die here and this bastard will absorb her memories, ruining everything. She tried to fight. She really did but she was far too weak right now. Her suit already exceeded its limits long ago forcing her to rely only on her strength and reflexes.

The feeling of being absorbed was weird. Her sense of touch was sensitive so the feeling so Kaiju no.9's flesh engulfing her entire body brought shivers down her spine. It was so disgusting and creepy she wanted to empty out her stomach. But not even that was something she could do as she's rendered immobile, her consciousness fading. On her last thoughts was apologies to her fiancee.

If Kagami were to experience a normal death, she would be happy to see memories of Soshiro in her last moments. But inside kaiju no.9, she's aware of the mental battle she's experiencing. It was repulsive to see the monsters in her head try to take the form of the person she loves. If there's one thing about her that is consistent, it's her stubbornness regarding Soshiro. She's already been through a lot, she'd never give in when it comes to Soshiro.

As she's experiencing a mental battle with kaiju no.9, light shines down on the cracks until it fully engulfed her. A familiar arm wrapped around her and instantly she knew she was safe.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I'm here now"

The familiar voice reverberates through her consciousness. Her body may not be responsive but her mind is.

"Let's go beat some kaiju ass, Hoshina!"

An obnoxious laughter could be heard as well. Its attitude to pick fights so obvious.

"Trust me I also wanna do it but this is not our fight. We have to get Kagami to safety first"

The last drop of consciousness in her was him running away at a fast speed. And the rumbling from another level 9 intensity that appeared from their previous spot. Everything else has now faded from the sense of relief.

Safe. She's safe now in his arms.

The memory is related to her relationship with Soshiro and Gen. If she dies, two of the strongest combatants will be rendered incapacitated with grief. Grief and anger hinders judgement thus will lead to their deaths. All hope will be lost (like its plan with Mina's death). She also has access to information of a lot of things that Isao doesn't have. What that is, I won't elaborate cuz I also don't know😂

Also if number 9 does successfully absorbs her, it will never be able to access information regarding Soshiro. Kagami's willpower is amazing when it comes to him. Cause the only thing that scares her is him leaving her.

[beanghostprincess]

Tbh I don’t even need Shanks or Buggy to be pining 100 percent of the time, I’ll gladly would read a fic or thing where they both have moved on (for the most part because Buggy hasn’t ever been normal about Shanks ever as evidence by the earlier at chapters he ever even appeared in. Nobody who’s moved on gets flashbacks to the time a guy made you eat a fruit) but Shanks sees the opportunity to at least… talk to his old crewmate and takes it. They used to best friends after all. Just curious to see what Buggy’s been doing is all. And Buggy is just in a position where drinking with isn’t the worst he could do that day so he accepts the invitation. None of them have been “pining” for the other really. They never even really expected to run into each other like this again.

… and all it takes is five minutes of Shanks listening to Buggy rambling to remember that little crush he had on him as a child and it takes an hour for him to suddenly realize “…. Oh fuck. The feelings back. Or it never left and was just behind a layer of time that now has been pulled away. The exact same feeling. Fuck. Turns out it wasn’t even a “little crush” either. Shit. Gonna drink myself into a stupor.”

And it doesn’t even take half an hour for Buggy to suddenly remember why the idea of going for the One Piece with Shanks seemed like at least a feasible idea at one point before Shanks managed to destroy Buggy’s image of him as a shining Star so thoroughly, because Shanks has put his remaining arm around him and is laughing and there’s just this charisma dripping of him and Buggy remembers that Shanks looked kinda cute back in the day with just the slightest amount of baby fat still in his cheeks but now he’s fucking STUNNING and god why is he wondering about the “what ifs” and “what could have beens” NOW? He hasn’t questioned his choice to leave that fool standing in the rain for DECADES why is - Fuck it! Gonna drink himself into a stupor.

New dynamic dropped: “We used to be over each over but now we had one good night out that made us question everything and none of us can be normal about it for five minutes”

You literally read my mind completely with this. I am obsessed with this concept because it's, for me, the closest to their canon dynamic and characters. They're still very important to each other and seeing the other brings back both good and bad memories. Their relationship is extremely complex and full of love covered in layers and layers of years without each other and new experiences. And I'm 100% sure they constantly ask themselves what could've been or what would have happened if they had stayed together. Chapter 1082 of the manga (why the hell do I know the number? Don't ask. I am not obsessed and it's not like I reread that chapter every day) confirms that. They make me go insane. I wish I could say more about it but you've said everything on my mind???? Thank you.