#also i can’t decide on a crown yet so this is what you’re getting okay bye

[kismetmoon]

“what was the first colour you ever saw?”

“…red.”

[ID: a digital drawing of two original stylised Flatland characters, Liz and Chief Sr.

Liz is a humanoid character with a seven-point star head, two hoop earrings at either side of her head and grey skin that fades to black on the edges of her head. Chief Sr. is a circle with pitch black limbs, a black tail with a circle with a chip in it at the end, a grey body with a darker grey circle in the centre and a hooded eye.

Liz is at the bottom of the scene, with her back turned to the viewer. One of her shoulders are lowered, as if she is taking a step back. There is blood on her sharp top point dripping down the back of her head. Chief Sr. is in the centre of the drawing. He is standing in front of Liz and looking directly down at her with a neutral expression. His left hand is curled into a fist with his thumb pointing up towards himself, while his right hand is raised up and his clawed fingers are covered in his own blood. There is a small cut to the top left of his eye, with red blood dripping down from it. His tail is curled off to the side of his body. There is a simple red crown floating directly above him.

The background is white with black circular lines that fade to grey as they get nearer to the centre.

End ID].

slightly different version here because i couldn’t choose which one i like more 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[ID: the same image as above, but with red hand-written text above Chief Sr. that says “you missed.” in all caps. End ID.]

[help-itrappedmyself]

Summoning Game Show Part 6

Masterpost

“You had me going for a bit there, but that was pretty good.” Danny admits, clearing the screen away. “How come you know so much about space?”

“Learned some of it in school.” Red replies, hand coming up to rub the back of his head. “I do some work in the sciences now, engineering, and I’ve actually had to go to space a few times for the gig.” The hand lowers as he shrugs. “ Plus, I just like to know things.”

Danny has stars in his eyes now. “You’ve been to space?”

“Oh. Well yeah, I’ve had a few missions. Miss Martian has a ship that the team took.”

Danny’s expression light up even more and Red looks back at his brothers in confusion. “You know a Martian?” It was whispered in awe, Red could barely hear it, but he nods in response. 

They stand there for a minute, Danny just staring at Red in some mix of amazement and awe before he shakes himself out of it. 

“Right! Well, that’s awesome.” Danny nods to himself and then forcibly turns to face the screen and changes the subject. “Last thing then! You get a letter for the puzzle!” 

The puzzle appeared on the screen again with a wave of Danny’s hand.

“ I would like H, please.” Red Robin states.

“What a fantastic guess, there are three H’s!” Danny is trying to resign himself to the fact that he’ll actually have to deal with being King after this. Red was super smart, he doesn’t think he’s going to get out of it at this point.

“Alright, that’s all the letters you will be getting. Before you take a guess at the answer, I am required to tell you that it is a Proper Noun. Please decide who among you will be solving the puzzle.

Red turns to face his brothers but they all just wave him off, motioning for him to go for it. “That’s me, I guess.” He shrugs, turning back to Danny.

Danny nods “Okay, all you have to do in order to meet the Ghost King is solve two puzzles! First the word puzzle, you have 30 seconds.”

A timer starts counting down on the top left of the screen. 

Red mouths words to himself for 10 seconds, then asks, “High King Phantom?” 

More confetti appears on the screen as the solved puzzle appears.

Danny makes a weird face. “That’s correct!” 

There is a lot of clapping and laughing coming from the ghosts in the stands, but it stops when Danny shoots them a glare.

“Alright, last thing.” The podiums disappear and Red steps back towards his family. “The king has been here the whole time, and you will get your meeting with him, as soon as you identify him. You have one guess.” 

Hood, Robin, and Nightwing all turn to each other to start whispering, but Red just tilts his head at Danny.

“Well, It’s you isn’t it?” Red asks and his brothers all turn back to stare at him. Danny tilts his head in response. “Well you were the first one here, so you’re the only one that’s been here the entire time. And you’ve been running the show, everyone has listened to you. Also, your shirt has a P on it, inside the D, but I figure that if the D stands for Danny, then the P would have to be Phantom.” 

Danny just leans back and groans.

When Danny straightens back as his outfit starts to change, he gains a crown and a cape, his ears turn more pointed and he has fangs now. “So what did you want with me? Is it healthcare? Because we do have a doctor that Hood could see.”

“A doctor?” Hood questions.

“Oh geez you don’t even know do you?” Danny starts rubbing his forehead. “Well, you’ve got to get that taken care of, it’s stunting your core development.”

“ Get what taken care of?”

Danny sputters. “The ectoplasm?!” He waves his arms in Hood’s direction. “It's so old and stagnant and worn out and your core isn’t old enough to make its own ectoplasm yet, so you should really supplement until your core finishes.”

Danny can see that none of them know what he’s talking about and he just shakes his head. “I can’t believe you don’t even know. Haven’t there been mood changes, random bursts of emotions, followed by sluggishness? Aren’t you tired?” 

Now everyone is looking at Hood who grumbles. “Well, yeah. But that’s been happening since I died.”

Danny nods as if that makes perfect sense and Dick really would like an explanation. Red and Robin are also just nodding, having noticed the mood swings themselves.

“Relatable, but condolences. Anyways, we could help with that, but I take it that wasn’t why you tried to summon me, so what did you actually want?”

“Nothing that is more important than Hood’s health, if you can help him.” Nightwing interjects.

“Oh. Well, technically you won, so you have the right to an audience to at least ask for whatever else you wanted.” Danny turns and waves in the direction of the stand, motioning someone down. “But If Hood would like to forfeit his right to the audience, he could have a checkup with Frostbite while we meet?”

Hood nods. “I’ll do that. This… Frostbite will be able to explain?” 

“Probably better than I could!” Danny says cheerily as he turns to the Yeti heading towards them. “Frostbite, Hood here needs a checkup, if you could help him correct the malnutrition so his core can grow.” 

Frostbite nods, “You can come with me, Sir.” 

“Bring him back here when you guys are done!” Danny shouts after them as Frostbite leads Hood away. “Now, you guys can come follow me and we’ll sit and talk.”

[morehotch]

[11:10 AM]

as soon as you get back from your doctors appointment, one that aaron took the day off to go to, your husband’s hands are already toying with the sealed envelope they gave you. the envelope contains a small slip with neat writing scrawled across the top revealing the gender of your baby. but, both of you decided beforehand on waiting; the letter was only supposed to be for garcia’s eyes. penelope had rambled excitedly about plans to throw a party for the two of you, incorporating some sort of gender reveal. 

“i thought the reason we got this was because we wanted it to be a surprise, baby.” you point out, watching aaron’s hands stop immediately- looking up at you with wide eyes like he’s been caught. you stare at the stark white envelope that seemed to hold your entire future and you immediately understand and feel aaron’s eagerness. 

“well,” he looks at you curiously, speaking slowly, “i just, i really want to know, it’s killing me. like my everything is in this envelope.”

your heart swells at aaron’s words and you’re easily convinced, it wouldn’t hurt to know. in fact, it would be quite nice, even jack desperately wants to know too. he’s been telling you both for weeks how excited he was for his new baby sibling and it was very important to him, he’s invested which you found incredibly adorable and loved. 

jack has been so excited to become an older brother, lately he’s been climbing into your bed to snuggle in between you and aaron, determined to be included in  your conversations about baby names and nursery decor. jack is also insistent that the baby is going to be a girl, always cuddling against you, looking up with wide, happy eyes and talking about all of his friends that have younger sisters. 

aaron would just laugh and smile down at him fondly, “buddy, we don’t know if they’re a boy or girl yet.”

jack looks unconvinced, “i just know.” he grins, looking up at you, small hand pressing against your bump, “i swear! you’re my baby sister.” 

you loved watching how easily aaron smiles at jack’s excitement, grinning fondly and gently running through jack’s hair before pressing a quick kiss to the crown of his head. 

now, you giggle at aaron’s furrowed brows and almost pout as he looks down at the letter like he can see through it. “wow, we lasted,” you look at your phone and can’t hold back your laugh, “37 minutes.”

aaron laughs too and looks up at you, drawing out his whispered, “please.” 

you would be lying if you said you weren’t dying to know too. knowing it was literally in the palm of your hands; you can’t really see any downside in finding out now. jack wants to know, as well as your family and jess and the rest of the team. you could still have a baby shower without a reveal. “okay,” you rationalize your decision and give in easily, watching aaron’s face light up. “you open it,” you motion towards the envelope that’s already back in his hands.

he wastes no time in quickly tearing the seal and pulling the paper out, unfolding it gently and holding it with care. his eyes roam the paper taking in the simple word written at the bottom. his face breaks into a wide smile as he brings the paper close to his chest and laughs happily, looking up at you with bright eyes. “come here,” he mumbles, pulling you close to him.

“well?” you laugh nervously, anticipating, “what does it say, aaron?” you ask, leaning over and trying to eye the paper.

“a girl,” he whispers hoarsely as your lips break into a smile to match his as your future becomes the tiniest bit clearer and your mind races of images of the upcoming years and memories. aaron’s lips suddenly meet yours and pull your from your thoughts and his arms pull you into his embrace, hugging you tightly. he pulls away from the sweet kiss, resting his chin on your shoulder. “we’re gonna have a little girl,” he says into the material of your shirt. 

“yeah, we are,” you sigh airily, happily stunned by the news, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. still unable to believe that this is your life. “jack’s going to be a big brother.” you grin, jack wanted a baby sister so badly that you were a little scared that he would be disappointed if you were having a boy. you know jack would still love a younger brother but now, this all feels very meant to be. everything feels like it’s finally falling into place. 

“thank you,” aaron whispers, hand coming to softly grip your waist, fingers traveling across your bump carefully. his eyes are shut fondly and his eyelashes graze against his skin, “thank you for making me so incredibly happy.” 

[surshica]

TYSM FOR MESMERIZED IT WAS SO CUTE RAHHHH🙏🏽🙏🏽

okay okay so can i request chishiya x like a very small reader? like short asf yknow? like 5,0 or something

ok thats all ilysm♡︎

SHORTCAKE !

request : chishiya x gn!short reader

genre : cavity sugar rush fluff

A/N : short king with a short reader?? hell yeah!! i’m also somewhat short (dare i say as i’m 5’4 almost 5’5). like its giving short power couple and IM HERE FOR IT. reader will be like 5’0, also this isn’t proof read or anything SOOO..

— CHISHIYA x GN!SHORT READER

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍰 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

“chishiya can you grab something from the top shelf for me please” you stood on your tippie toes but the itim felt ad if it kept getting farther and farther away, the slight huff in annoyance escaped your lips as you hear chishiya snicker at you.

“i dont even know why you are laughing shuntaro.” your voice came out cold, “youre not much taller then me..” you side-eyed the dyed blonde. he had a stupid cheshire like smile on his face. “i may not be 6’1 but im still taller.” he cheekily smiled at you.

you smiled at him pointing towards the, “flour.” it was soft yet stern tone with a smile plastered on your face; “mmm i wouldn’t say i liked the way you asked me for the flour.” he had his hands in his pockets looking down at you. “this is kind of embarrassing,” you blinked multiple times while your lips formed a downward frown, “whats embarrassing? me looking down at you or you not being able to get some simple flour?” a chuckle stifled out his lips.

“maybe both, i just wanted some flour and tall king chishiya can’t get it.” a sarcastic dreamy sigh left your lips. chishiya rolled his eyes reaching up to grab you the flour. he handed you the box of flour while furrowing his eyebrows— “what do you even need this flour for? you aren’t baking anything..” he grabbed a pack of cookies from the pantry before closing it and leaning againts the pantry door.

“i didnt need it!” you held your hands behind your back, “i just wanted to see if you would reach for it.” he gave you a bore look, as if it was telling you that you can put the flour back yourself. “you’re so random.”

“WELL i just wanted your attention” a mischievous kid like smile was very well ontake on your face. “you literally could ask me for attention and i’ll give it to you.” “that’s a lie.” “only if you think it’s a lie then it’s a lie”

there we just a wave of silence that passed through, chishiya was just staring into your skull while you were acting like it’s a staring contest trying not to blink, your eyes were tearing up so you had to blink. “fuck!” you yelled out loud, a proud smile was plastered onto chishiya’s face.

“well since i have the flour out and you wont help me put it away, we should make something.” you put your hair up in a ponytail (short hair or long hair you decide) chishiya hugged you from behind placing a kiss on your crown, “what do you want to make chef?” he placed two more kisses on the crown of your head,

“mmm..i’m not too sure maybe something strawberry theme” you were scrolling through pinterest to find ideas, chishiya liked the idea of a strawberry dessert.

“i say we make a shortcake..” chishiya mentioned pointing at the shortcake recipe you passed on pinterest, you turned your head to look at him, “i like that idea, but you are going to help me make it!” yn grinned proudly; chishiya shrugged planting a small kiss on your cheek; a small giggle escaped your lips “if you keep giving me kisses we aren’t going to finish or even start the cake.”

“the cake can wait now. this is more important.” chishiya whispered giving you more kisses around the face. “you wanted the cake and now i’m craving it..” you giggled at the touch of the kisses. you quickly pecked him on the lips before pushing away. “lets do this cake come on chishi!” chishiya groaned at you escaping his grasp,

“can you get the vanilla extract..baking soda..salt..and sugar please!” you asked him as you went to the fridge to grab some eggs. “you’re so tall you can’t even reach them.” he snarled a comment, you quickly turned your head to him.

“if i were you i would shut up. i have some eggs in my hand right now.” you warned him, he puckered his lips before going to get the things you asked for. chishiya placed all the ingredients near you as he leaned against the countertop; his hands in his pocket.

“short person making a shortcake? this will be a sight to see.” chishiya watched as you mix the dry and the wets together in a bowl, you gave him a confused look causing him to have a stupid smirk on his face. “we can finally see which one is shorter.”

you stopped mixing the ingredients giving him a death stare look, “…you are so.” your face twitched—grabbing some flour from the box and throwing it at him. “..was that necessary??” he looked all at his clothes that have been covered with flour and his face and hair.

“if your short jokes were necessary thennnn the flour was necessary!!” you perked up your shoulders continuing the mixing. chishiya moved the bowl aside; grabbing you by the waist pulling him closer to you, “you wouldn’t mind having some flour on you for all the tall king jokes then?” his face that had flour on it was rubbed against you.

“CHISHIYAAAA” you huffed. a small smile was on his face, “you started it so i’m here to make this problem even bigger.” by the end of it, you had a bunch of flour on your face. he took a picture of a grumpy face flour covered you, “you look beautiful” he laughed giving you a small kiss on the lips. “i hate you.”

ılıl﹔ ◌ 𓂂 ˳⁺ 🍰 ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪

taglist : @nanamora

[nightghoul381]

No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part

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(Hm, Maybe, no, even if he is...)

(--Are we the exact opposite?)

My heart flutters as I remember hearing that lovers who are compatible are those who are similar.

(Every time I acted differently from Harry, Harry… looked down.)

(And…)

Harry didn’t touch me last night even though we slept together.

(If you are disappointed…what should I do…)

Harrison: “Hey, are you ready to go out yet? I managed to finish it, but…”

Kate: “Ah, I finished changing, but my hair is…”

Harrison: “Give it here. Let me do your hair. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Kate: “Eh?”

Harrison came around behind me and clumsily tied up my hair.

Harrison: “…Hey, help me out and raise your arm a little more.”

Kate: “Ah, yes. Like…this?”

The handcuffs jingle as I move my hand and Harry’s breath touches my neck.

That one small gesture made my heart jump.

Harrison: “Hmm, it’s done… but it’s really clunky, did you want to try again?”

Kate: “I’m fine with this. I’m glad you did this for me, Harry.”

Harrison: “Pfft, yeah? Well, okay, you’re as cute as ever.”

Harrison: “Besides, this…. I can figure out later.”

With a quick kiss on the nape of my neck, Harry stood up.

Harrison: “Well then, we should get on with the Ferris Circus. Let’s go.”

Kate: “Yes!”

(Maybe he was kind to me because he noticed that I was upset?)

(…That’s what I really, really love about him.)

Of course, I wanted the mission to be a success, but I didn’t want to put Harry in danger.

(Never do something to hold him back. Alright, let’s read Harry’s actions and act!)

We headed to the inn where the Ferris Circus group was staying.

Oliver: “You guys! You came here looking for the key, I’ve been looking for it since then, but I still can’t find it…”

Kate: “Don’t get upset. Thank you for looking for us, Oliver.”

Oliver: “So, why are you here?”

Harrison: “I have a request. For now, could you please let me meet the leader?”

Oliver took us to the back room where the leader was.

His protruding belly shaking, the leader greets us cheerfully.

Ferris Circus Leader: “My family caused you trouble last night. So, what do you require?”

Harrison: “I work for a publishing company, and I have a business trip tomorrow. I want to find the key as soon as possible.”

Harrison: “So I was wondering if you would let us search with you.”

Harry lied steadily, and the leader nodded exaggeratedly.

Ferris Circus Leader: “Of course! I’m rather sorry to have put your hand out of commission.”

(…He’s very friendly. I don’t think he’s doing anything wrong for the children.)

However, as I spend more time with Crown, I began to understand clearly,

That evil sometimes takes on the appearance of a good person.

The moment we got permission to search and left the room, someone hugged my leg.

Ferris Circus Child: “Big brother, Big sister. Hello.”

Kate: “Ah, you had bumped into me earlier.”

Oliver: “This is Lionel. Don’t ask me if I’m playing with these two people.”

Kate: “Ahaha, yeah—”

Was about to say “okay”, and then I gasped.

(That was my decision, but knowing Harry, he would have gone looking for information right away.)

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “Okay, let’s play. After we play for a little bit, can you take us to the tent?”

Lionel: “Yup, yay!”

Kate: “…Harry, are you sure?”

Harrison: “Ah, it’s okay once in a while.”

After playing for a bit, we decided to look for the key inside the tent under Oliver’s guidance.

(Of course we need to find the key, but we also have to uncover the secret behind the crime.)

Oliver: “Hmm, maybe it didn’t fall off after all… that’s weird…”

Harrison: “Aah, what’s the box over there?”

When Harry raises his arm to reach for a box on the shelf, Oliver jumps.

Like he’s afraid of being hit.

(…It’s like he’s being beaten on a daily basis.)

Oliver: “Ah… um, that was….”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “…are you having fun?”

Oliver: “Eh?”

Harrison: “Do you enjoy working here?”

Oliver’s eyes flickered in response to Harrison’s question, then he blurted out.

Oliver: “It’s fun to work! Oh man, I’ve been passed around from place to place, having no redeeming qualities.”

Oliver: “But, now. Coming here? I found the meaning of life. Hehe…”

Oliver: “…But. But being forced to do thing that I can’t face the heavens—”

(…I knew it!)

Just as we were about to uncover the truth, Oliver suddenly looked up.

Oliver: “Wow, you’re a good actor aren’t you? I’m a performer you know.”

The big smile on his face is to prevent us from going any further.

Harrison: “If you say so, then it must be so…”

Harrison: “We can’t help those who are not prepared to be saved. Just remember that.”

--Outside

We split up with Oliver and proceed down the hallway, looking for the key.

Kate: “…Looking at Oliver’s behavior, it’s clear that something is wrong with him.”

Harrison: “Yeah. All we need is to suppress the scene or have some physical evidence and we can move quickly—”

Just as Harry was about to say something, a thumping sound was heard from the other side of the hallway.

(……I wonder what.)

Kate: “…Harry.”

Harrison: “Ah, let’s go. Kate, stay close. Be more careful than usual…--”

As we walked toward the direction of the noise, I saw the shadow of a person in the warehouse.

Ferris Circus Leader: “It’s all about the free food! What do you mean you were so busy playing that you forgot to do your job?”

Who was at the end of the leader’s whip?

(……Lionel!)

Lionel: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Ferris Circus Leader: “It seems like you were also dragging your feet with your “work” the other day. That’s why you failed to steal anything!”

Harrison: “…stealing. Now that’s black.”

(Gah, he’s going to die like that! We have to go help him soon.)

(But, can I move however I want?)

For a moment, I envision a future where I move in the opposite direction and hold Harry back.

(What would Harry do? Harry--)

Lionel: “Agh… it hurts. I’m sorry…sorry…”

(…)

Kate: “…Harry, I’m sorry for doing something selfish. But…”

Harrison: “Hmm, Kate?”

I jumped out and hugged Lionel with my still connected arms.

Lionel: “…….Big sister…?”

Kate: “It’s alright now. It was scary.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Pfft, haha! You fell for it.”

Harrison: “…Kate, Up!”

(…!)

When I looked up, I saw a large cage falling from the sky.

I immediately pushed Lionel away and Harry and I were locked in the cage.

Kate: “Mm.”

Harrison: “…Did you deliberately use a child out to lure us in?”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Yes, that’s right. I knew you were coming to do something.”

(Why?...There was no reason to be suspicious.)

Ferris Circus Leader: “Ordinary people don’t own guns. And it’s even less likely if you’re a woman.”

I realized that the gun I keep in a holster strapped to my leg has been discovered.

(I’m usually careful not to be noticed, but I’m distracted by the handcuffs…)

Ferris Circus Leader: “Besides, people who have committed murder, even once, can easily recognize their own kind.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Are you guys hired killers by the police or people with a grudge?...Well it doesn’t matter.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “After tonight’s show, I’ll teach the two of you a lesson and kill you.”

Kate: “…ah”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Oh, yeah. It’s no use calling for help.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “These children are puppets who follow my will. They won’t do anything I don’t want, hahaha!”

Lionel: “…”

The leader and Lionel disappear from view, and the area is filled with silence.

(It’s all my fault that I was noticed and that this happened.)

Kate: “I-I’m sorry… If I’d followed you, Harry, you would have been able to make a calmer decision.”

Kate: “I was trying not to cause any trouble, but I acted on impulse…”

Harrison: “Trying not to cause trouble?”

Kate: “…Because we’re opposites.”

Harrison: “Maybe so. Being connected with you made me realize that.”

Kate: “…”

Harrison: “But, I don’t think that’s bad or a nuisance.”

Harrison smiled and gently pinched my cheek.

Kate: “…?”

Harrison: “There are things that can be solved just by being with you.”

Harrison: “Look, here’s proof.”

Oliver: "...both of you."

Kate: "Oliver, why are you here?"

Oliver: "Lionel called the guys over."

Behind Oliver, many of the children who work here came to help.

Oliver: "...Honestly, this has happened many times before. But Lionel called me out of desperation..."

Lionel: "B-big sister protected me. It's the first time anyone has done something like that. That's why..."

It must have been so scary to jump out of the cage where you were tied up and try to help.

Kate: "...Thank you, Lionel. Thank you, all of you."

The children worked together and helped us out of the heavy cage.

Oliver: "Big brother, you seem pretty relaxed. Did you already have a plan to get out of here?"

Harrison: "Well, yeah."

Harrison: "But, there are other important things we need to do too."

Harrison: "I thought this rescue was your cry for help. You need help, right?"

Lionel: "...uh,... yes."

Lionel: "Please, please help me..."

Harrison: "I mean, what should I do, Kate?"

Kate: "There is only one answer. Let me take care of that."

Harrison: "As expected of our excellent fairy tale master."

Harrison: "Well then--"

Harrison / Kate: "The counterattack has begun."

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[tickle-bugs]

Hey bugs bookanon here! I was wondering if you would be willing to do anymore Star Trek tickles, specifically the crew finding a tickle creature of some kind and wanting to keep it maybe? Or maybe a planet that focuses on tickling, likes it normal there and widely accepted as a form of bonding or something.I’ve seen that concept a few times and I think it’s so cute! If you’re not comfortable with it though it 100% okay! Thanks for taking the time read my ask and I hope you have a great day!

Can We Keep Him?

Summary: Jim saves an alien creature from a poacher's camp and decides to bring it back with him. Bones comes around...eventually.

I really wanted to do the second part of this prompt with the planet and show off some of Peebles's more feral cousins...I just might as a sequel if I find the inspiration. Feel free to enter it in the next round of prompts if anyone really wants to see it! Also thank you to @sapphicquill for helping me figure out a scientific name for Peebles!

TW: brief mentions of death/flatlining and injury in the beginning.

“Bones, would you just listen to me—“

“No! What the hell were you thinking? Risking your life for a bunch of pets?” Bones shouts from his toes. He wants to fucking throw something. 

“They weren’t pets, they were crying in cages! They would’ve been sold off or worse. I couldn’t just leave them there.” Jim clutches his torso and hisses in pain, but his eyes still flare. He tries to stand off the medbay bed. Bones corners him in. 

“And in the process, you almost died. How is that fair?” Bones seethes. “My best friend coded on my table. You flatlined under my care. Legally dead for one minute and thirty seven seconds over an intergalactic petting zoo, you fucking bastard.” 

Medbay falls quiet. Jim opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again. Bones pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a sharp breath. 

“I’m sorry. Bones, c’mere. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Jim reaches for him feebly. Bones inches closer and lets Jim pull him into a shaky hug. He rubs his back, carefully avoiding new bandages and old scars. 

“I can’t—you’ve got a big heart, alright? I get it. But it can’t cost you your life. Not like this.” Bones rests his forehead against the crown of Jim’s head. Every inch of him feels raw, like a fresh burn. 

“Are we good?” Jim murmurs. Bones heaves a sigh. 

“I will be, long as you don’t die on me in the next five minutes. You’re staying overnight for observation.” Bones points at him threateningly. Jim smiles. 

“Roger that.” Jim keeps his arms looped around Bones’s waist. Neither of them are ready to let go just yet.

A bright pink lump pops up out of the collar of Jim’s shirt, a tentacle slapping onto his shoulder, and Bones screams loud enough to wake the dead. He grabs the first thing he can reach—a bedpan, unfortunately—and brandishes it. 

“Woah! Friendly! Bones, he’s friendly!” Jim holds out his hand to keep Bones at bay. The furry…thing disappears behind Jim’s shoulder. It fucking scuttles. There’s a creature in his office. He’s going to burn down the entire ship. 

“You scared him.” Jim frowns. 

“I scared him?!” Bones shrieks hysterically, still clutching the bedpan. Jim gestures for him to lower the bedpan. Bones does no such thing. 

“It’s alright, lil guy. He won’t hurt you. Come say hi.” Jim looks over his shoulder at it and whistles. 

A pink tendril smacks onto Jim’s face, then another onto his shirt, and the creature peeks over his shoulder. It’s a fuzzy, fluffy thing that’s the size of a small dog. It’s shaped like a strange starfish—one side is pink and soft, the other is bright orange and covered in an unsettling array of little nubs. It uses them to get around, it looks like, judging by the way it vacuum-clings onto Jim. 

It blinks with one big eye, cartoonishly sparkly, and makes a warbly sound. 

“Bones, this is Peebles. Peebles, Bones.” Jim gestures between the two of them. The creature—Peebles chirps and waves a tendril in greeting. Bones slowly waves back, dumbstruck. 

“Can it understand you?” 

“I have no idea,” Jim coos in a proud-parent voice, the same one Bones used to use when baby Joanna would babble nonsense at him. It disarms him. 

“What…is it?” Bones puts down the bedpan and moves a bit closer. Jim offers his finger to Peebles and it wraps a tendril around it. 

“I don’t know. But he’s sweet and he was so scared, Bones. I couldn’t leave him. I just couldn’t.” Jim tugs on the edge of Bones’s lab coat. Peebles makes a quiet chirping noise and folds himself into the crook of Jim’s neck. 

“He likes you.”

“Yeah he’s a bit—“ Jim pulls Peebles off of him with a faint pop— “Clingy, but it’s cute. I don’t mind.”

“What if it’s just…suckering up to you to eat you?” Bones gestures vaguely. Peebles crawls back onto Jim’s shoulder and flops down, purring loudly. Jim raises his eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that! We don’t know what it is! You violated a whole chapter of regulations by bringing it on board.” Bones lowers his voice to a hiss. 

“Bones, it’s purring.” Jim reaches up and tangles his fingers in the bright pink fur. Peebles scoots down and suctions to Jim’s chest, visibly vibrating. 

“Don’t come crying to me when it burrows into your chest and…multiplies, or something.” Bones huffs and narrows his eyes at it.

“I’m begging you to stop watching those old movies. They were made centuries ago. This little guy isn’t a xenocron—“

“Xenomorph—“

“Whatever. He’s harmless and you’re paranoid.” Jim cradles the creature to his chest. 

“I’m reporting this to Spock.” Bones sniffs indignantly. 

“Narc,” Jim mutters. Bones presses his thumb slightly into one of his bruises and he yelps.

“I’m writing you up for malpractice.” Jim swats at him. 

“You do that.” Bones pats his shoulder, then gently pushes him down against the bed to rest. 

…

“Captain. Doctor.” Spock nods at them both. “I have found more information regarding the unidentified creature that you acquired.” 

Peebles perks up shyly behind Jim’s shoulder, blinking at Spock. 

“Hello.” He nods at it. Peebles chirps happily and scuttles a little further into view. 

“It seems to closely resemble the pisaster genus of sea stars, commonly hailing from Earth and other planets with similar oceanic conditions. But this creature is markedly different. I could not find any Federation record of it.” Spock takes out a holopad and taps on it. With a tossing motion, he pulls an image off the screen and brings it into the air before them. Holographic images of sea stars flash in comparison with a small 3D scan of Peebles.

“This creature--”

“His name is Peebles, Spock.” Jim smirks. Spock stares blankly before turning back to the hologram. 

“While it is true that it possesses venom, the creature is no more dangerous than a common housecat. It is incapable of administering enough toxin to cause significant damage to humanoids. Its barbs can be quite painful, but they are not life-threatening.” 

“There you have it. Thank you, Spock.” Jim grins smugly. Bones scowls. 

“Anytime, Captain. I am here to answer any additional questions as you decide on a course of action.” Spock’s face almost passes for neutral, but Bones knows his mischief too well. 

“What does it eat? Living flesh?” Bones jabs, glaring at the fuzzy pink lump trying to play with the pretty lights. 

“We are unsure at this time. It has a sensitive, porous dermal layer, but no mouth. I hypothesize that it uses the same protrusions to feed as it does to navigate. A full scan would be required to glean more.” Spock gazes at Peebles. Peebles blinks his big, sparkly eye up at Spock in wonder. He makes a swipe at Spock’s face, then his ear, trying to transfer hosts, but Spock quickly steps out of range. Peebles whimpers.

“So he’s harmless?” Jim cuddles Peebles back to him and soothes him like an infant. 

“Negligibly. I would avoid testing that hypothesis, Captain.” Spock gives Jim a very knowing look that momentarily satisfies Bones…at least until he catches Peebles reaching for him. He scowls and scoots back.

“Still shouldn’t keep it. It could carry all kinds of diseases.” 

“Thanks to Federation advancements in vaccinations, Peebles poses little risk to us by way of disease transmission. But I am sure you already knew that, doctor.” Spock’s eyebrow raises ever-so-slightly. Bones crosses his arms. Jim lights up at the use of the little guy’s name. 

“Well, that’s two against one. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna try and figure out what this guy eats before he stabs me. C’mon, buddy.” Jim stands and scoops him up. Peebles waves at Bones, its eye curving in some approximation of joy. Flabbergasted, he waves back.

He doesn’t get paid enough for this.

…

Bones knows Jim’s scream better than he knows himself. So when he hears it in the middle of the night, it shreds something inside of him. He’s at Jim’s door in a second, medkit in hand, using his key to unlock the door. He stumbles in before it opens all the way, chest heaving--

Jim holds Peebles aloft, face-flushed, while the little devil attempts to wriggle out of its grip. Grasping tendrils curl up Jim’s arm, way too long, and wrench for purchase. Suction-cupped indents cover his bare torso, an angry pinkish-red against his already rising blush. 

“So, uhm—“ Jim swallows nervously— “I figured out what he eats.”

“We are sending that thing back where it came from, end of discussion.” Bones seethes. 

“Sit.” Jim narrows his eyes.

“Jim—“

“Sit, Bones.” Jim risks letting go of Peebles with one hand to pat the space next to him. 

Bones does as he’s told. His eyes rove over Jim’s bare torso, checking for injuries. He doesn’t like the faint red marks smattering Jim’s skin, ones that the creature has clearly left in its wake, but…he’s unharmed. Visibly, anyhow. That brings Bones some measure of relief. 

“Watch. And don’t…just keep your mouth shut, alright?”

“I’ll do what I damn well please with my mouth,” Bones snaps, his filter waning with his stress and lack of sleep. Jim blushes a pretty pink. Some devilish urge in Bones wants to chase that expression further, but he opts to maintain his dignity. 

“Listen. Something tells me you’re already fed, you little shit--” Jim levels a finger at Peebles and it's immediately wrapped in a tendril-- “but I’ll let you have dessert. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Peebles chirps and starts shimmying again. Jim heaves one long, belabored sigh, and lowers Peebles to his stomach. He lays on his back, shifts to get comfortable, then spreads his arms.

“Alright, have at it.” 

Peebles launches with ferocity and Jim screams. Bones screams and leaps for him, but he pauses when he hears…a snort?

Bones shifts on the bed for a better angle. Jim is twitching like a man possessed, his hand hovering over the mass of Peebles on his stomach. Jim breaks out into giggles that leap with each twist, until he finally curls up and laughs in earnest. 

Oh. Oh.

“Is it...tickling you?” Bones breaks out in a grin that he’s grateful Jim can’t see. Peebles scuttles over his side and Jim yelps, rolling over onto his stomach. He tries to answer, but all that escapes him are broken syllables and the sweetest of smiles.

Bones can’t help but smile wider. He has a certain quota of ridiculousness that he can tolerate, alright, and Jim accidentally bringing a tickle monster on board takes the cake but...it's nice to see him like this. Smiling. Jim's true joy is a rare luxury, these days.

Peebles crawls up Jim’s back, dodging his flailing hands and making soft, bouncy, strange little noises. Breathy, almost, and uncanny--

Peebles wriggles down into the space between Jim’s shoulderblades and the hypothesis is confirmed--Jim’s resulting screech echoes twice. Peebles is mimicking him. 

“Want help?” Bones has to shout over Jim’s shrieking. The whole wing must be awake by now, but Bones can’t bring himself to care about anything but that damned smile of his. 

Jim nods frantically, reaching for Bones. 

“Let him go, you greedy brat.” Bones worms his fingers under Peebles and gets another giggly shriek in return. Bones pats Jim’s arm in apology. 

Peebles dislodges with a pop and a contented purr. Jim flops over, throwing a hand over his face. Peebles slips from Bones’s fingers and nestles into Jim’s chest, just over his heartbeat. Both of them exhale together.

“See? Harmless?” Jim hums, beaming. Bones is too busy committing the expression to memory to argue with him.

…

When Peebles gets his own personnel file, Bones knows the fight is lost. He’s listed in the records as a captain’s aide, the ridiculousness of which sparks amused chatter for days. People salute Peebles as he scuttles around, and he chirps and does the same. It is…admittedly cute. A little. 

They set up little heated nests for him in nearly every corner, desperately trying to keep him out of the vents and maintenance tunnels. Eventually, Chekhov fashions him a collar with a tag on it—just to keep an eye on his whereabouts. A few scrapes with heavy machinery and slamming auto doors lead Bones to set up a med file for him too. Pisaster Tremulus--Spock’s approximation of a designation based on Peebles’s pheromone diet--gets filed under Jim. Bones starts to worry that he might need a veterinary license. 

The crew tours Peebles around the ship enough that he learns to navigate it on his own without more door mishaps. Turns out that he doesn’t need a human guide, but he prefers it. He seems to like being up high. 

His love for being up high seems to peak with Bones, who he’s imprinted on for some reason. Bones can’t go a minute without little chirps or clicks from some corner of his office It’s better than peeling him out of a doorframe, wailing a little too much like a human child. Bones has gotten used to tentacles gripping needily on his back.

Like now, for example, when Peebles has decided that his shoulder is the only place he can sit while Bones finalizes paperwork for the crew’s physicals. Everyone but Jim is done. Saving the best for last, he thinks wryly. Peebles chirps at him, then whines.

“Hey, lil fella.” Bones reaches up and gives Peebles a fond scritch. When he goes to pull his hand away, Peebles latches on and pulls it back—like a cat, demanding to be pet. Bones chuckles and obliges with one hand, but he calls Jim with the other. 

“Jim, did you feed your son today?” 

“Why?”

“He’s beeping at me.” Bones tries to pull away. Peebles does not allow it. 

“I think he just likes ya, Bones.”

“Sure. Your physical is in five. Do not be late.” Bones holds up his file. Jim rolls his eyes. 

“Aye aye, doctor.” 

The line disconnects. Bones collapses into his seat and starts sifting through the files, attempting to make a pass at organizing them. Is this his job? No. Will it drive him up the wall if he doesn’t do it himself? Absolutely.

He gets to the ‘C’s in relative peace, but by the time he hits Chekhov’s file, Peebles gets restless again. He starts shifting and making soft noises, passing feathery-soft fur just past Bones’s ears in maddening patterns. 

Bones shivers. 

The touch returns, more purposeful this time. It occurs to him that Jim did not answer his question earlier. 

“Alright, you little bathmat.” Bones tugs at Peebles. “Off ya hop.”

Peebles does not hop. Instead, he nuzzles into the crook of Bones’s neck. One appendage slaps across his throat, curving just below his Adam’s Apple. The others splay across his collarbones, chest, and back. Were they always that long? No, right…?

A smile pries its way onto his lips. He stifles a chuckle into his fist, but the intrigued chitter at his shoulder does not bode well for him. 

Bones jams his shoulders up to his ears. He reaches up to pry Peebles away again, losing his strength to laughter and caution (alright, he doesn’t want to hurt the little guy, sue him). Peebles seems to take this as an invitation to scuttle under his lab coat. 

Wiggling nubs make contact with his ribcage and Bones’s knees fully give out. He curls up at his desk, muffling his laughter into the surface of it. 

“I’m here early, I want a lollipop—“ 

“Fetch your beast.” Bones looks up from his desk, regrettably smiling, and Jim stops right in his tracks. A mischievous smirk crosses his features. 

“No, I don’t think I will.” Jim crosses his arms and leans against the counter. Bones opens his mouth to chastise him and all that comes out is a squeak. He wants to curse him out, to throw a pen at him, to do anything, but then wiggling touches find the back of his ribcage and he’s toast. 

Peebles is covered in small, tube-like protrusions on one side that are nightmarish to both the eye and skin, apparently. They move gently, independently, like a flock of curious pokes directly to his nervous system.

He writhes like a madman in his chair, torn between hiding his face and defending himself. He reaches for Peebles and the crafty little thing skitters right across his torso. He cackles, burying his face in his hands. 

“Alright, buddy. That’s enough. Let him go.” Jim pulls Peebles off of Bones. The lump of fuzz hangs in his arms like a cat that’s been scruffed before using its limbs to scuttle up Jim’s arms. 

“I forgot you could still do that.” Jim pokes Bones in the ribs with his pen. He jumps and snatches it back. 

“What?”

“Smile.” Jim darts a hand out and squeezes Bones’s thigh. Bones cackles and falls out of his chair. Jim doubles over and wheezes into a hiccuping giggle fit. 

“Laugh it up, you ass. Provoke me before your physical.” Bones cracks his knuckles. Jim stills. 

“Bones, have mercy.” Jim holds his hands out in immediate surrender. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” Bones says in a nasal mockery of Jim’s voice. Jim splutters in offense, then laughter as Bones shoves his hands under his arms. Peebles settles on Jim’s stomach and his voice spikes desperately. 

“Oh, look, I’ve got an assistant! On a scale of one to ten, how much do you regret being a little shit?” Bones scratches ruthlessly at Jim’s top rib. Jim clamps his arms down like it’ll help. Like Bones hasn’t done this dance with him for years. 

“T-Two and a half!” Jim giggles violently, more at the narrowing of Bones’s eyes than the dance of his fingers. 

“Hmm, condition could be improved. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.” Bones grins evilly, his fingers crawling rapidly towards Jim’s back. 

“Bones!”

[neonknightjaey]

What if Chihiro Fushimi Joined SEES (Part 2)

Had to rewatch the P3 ending to amp myself up to do this. Don’t mind the tears…or the river of em flowing through the post. That’s normal. Anyway. This part will be covering some misc stuff like School life, minor changes, and right up to the June full moon operation. With that being said. Lets get into it.

TW//Bullying

“SOTERIA!!!”

Soteria is Chihiro Fushimis persona. The goddess of safety and salvation, deliverance, and preservation from harm…funny that she will exactly USE harm to protect others from it.

While Soteria does learn spells like Tetrakarn and Makarakarn and some defensive increasing skills. That’s not all her Persona can do.

This persona is well known for its high magic stat, but more importantly…she’s the teams nuke button.

Her most upgraded move besides the Agi skill line is the Megi skill line. For those who don’t remember. Megi moves are pure almighty damage, a damage type that can’t be blocked.

Why did I decide to give the terrified nervous wreck a nuke? Cause I thought it would be funny. Don’t worry, it drains her magic fast so you can’t go spamming it. You’re gonna have to actually use her fire skills until much later on when she gets an sp cost reduction skill.

Soteria is best described appearance wise as a graceful looking woman with angelic wings yet in her hands are a giant shield and a crackling hand mixed with agi and megi effects. She’d have some unique patterns on her arms and would have her eyes covered by a flower crown.

Now enough about Chihiros Persona, lets see how this girl is with the rest of the teammates and what she does outside of battle.

Of course she’s still the student council treasurer so she’s in there with Mitsuru from time to time but really, it’s more of a “friendly business partners” relationship rather than a true genuine sisterly friendship for right now.

Now on the other end of things are her dorm-mates. Yukari is often really close with Chihiro. She talks to her quite often about her mangas and how club meetings go while Yukari just listens or at least tries to act engaged at the very least.

Yukari can be a bit protective of her but not often. Just helping at times when she gets too nervous around Akihiko. Other times though, despite Chihiros protests, she throws the girl to the wolves with one particular man to help her overcome her fears. That one man is…

Junpei….is…an interesting case with Chihiro. They both like manga and nerdy things at times so besides the male fear thing, you’d think they’d be the best of friends. Well, kinda. She’s too nervous right now to fully hang out with him and watches from a corner usually. Often wondering how he has so much time to slack on his studies when she’s seen his exam scores. She’d reprimand him if she had the courage to…

Yukari is definitely gonna help this girl slightly tolerate this man if it kills her.

Or at least have her join the “Stupei, Ace Defective” roasting club.

Both options work too.

Chihiro doesn’t have much to talk about with Akihiko. If Junpei was a bit much for her at this level, then a guy who talks about getting stronger and fighting with, to her, not much in common is gonna put her off a bit more…but then again, she seems fine with Hidetoshi so who knows? Maybe they’ll be better friends in the near future.

Insert Makoto Yukis/Door Doors social link here.

What? You thought I was gonna write something for Makoto now? It’s basically going the same as her SL. They’re friends and she likes being around him.

…

…

…

Okay fine, maybe I’m planning something but you’ll have to wait until later in the story. For now. They’re friends. Like…rank 4 at best.

In the overworld, Chihiro can often be seen staring at Bookworms, thinking of going in. Heck maybe even considering asking for a part time job, this girl surrounded by books would think it’s a dream job.

She can also be spotted around the mall, checking out the CD shops or wondering if maybe someday Makoto will take her into Club Escapade…but she’s gotta get her own courage in check so we’ll check in on this subplot later.

At night, there is a rare chance that you won’t be able to use the computer there because Chihiro’s on it.

She’s either gonna be studying or looking at this weird new webcomic. It’s apparently about a boy and his three friends playing a video game? You aren’t sure yet because all you see is a boy kissing his poster goodbye while his friend plays the violin. It’s weird but hey, nobody said she can’t have weird interests.

Now that the current dorm life is out of the way, lets get into the story this time.

A reason Yukari may be a bit protectivr if Chihiro is because she’s been hearing about this currently being bullied by three girls.

It’s really starting to piss her off actually. But she bites her tongue for right now.

Most of May and such plays out as normal but instead of the ghost hunting team being just you, Yukari and Junpei, this girl gets in on it too…she wishes she wasn’t because she didn’t know wether to be afraid of ghosts or Junpei in the dark, or confused by how laughable his missing girl story was.

Nevertheless she joins their investigation with some reluctance…mainly Yukari saying it’ll help her.

For once though when they decide to go to the sketchy alleys of Port Island Station at night, she’s siding with Junpei in possibly wanting to back out.

Dear lord the girl was not only not made for scared, but for seeing Junpei get headbutted by a terrifying guy while being harassed by others.

And then there’s Shinji…

Poor girl just about fainted when she saw him. He’s downright terrifying. He seems nice but the poor gi-oh…she passed out. Poor thing.

When she gets back to the dorm she’s out for the whole night, cuddling with a pillow from fear…yeah Yukari may need to apologize later to her for doing that.

Weirdly enough though, the fact she felt like she “survived” something like that feels a bit relieving in her. Like she CAN do scary stuff and will be braver…eventually. For now though. Fuukas case takes high priority.

Hearing this Fuuka girl was getting bullied by Natsuki was bad enough, learning she could be dead is slightly pissing her off…then she learns Mr. Ekoda hid this information from everyone…someone hold this girl back she’s gonna take her paper fan and jam it down his throat.

Thankfully she heard Mitsuru got to him but she’s still pissed. Who knew this sweetheart could have a tipping point that deep.

It doesn’t make her fear into a hatred thankfully, I mean…seeing Junpei get knocked down at the station made her feel scared sure but like she wanted to help and just felt powerless…maybe that’s why when he heard this girl was being bullied and her missing status was hidden was what caused her to lose her cool for a little.

Come the time to save them, she begs Makoto to please go with him to save Fuuka. She feels like she needs to meet this girl.

He doesn’t care

But she’s in the party with Aki and Junpei.

In retrospect, not a good idea for her but she’s holding back her fear to save this woman.

Authors realization: OH SHIT, I FORGOT HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT NATSUKI!!!!

So with Natsuki she feels, understandably, upset that she would bully this girl and locked her up. Though she does promise she’ll help find Fuuka.

Now back in Tartar Sauce, she’s slightly relieved yet worried to be split from the all guys party. When she finds Makoto though, she’s much calmer. When they find Fuuka though…dear lord this girl is so glad she’s alive.

Then she sees Mitsuru and Yukari are down for the count and hey, she can actually do damage to them…it’s weak damage though. If only there were some persona user who could read enemies weaknesses an- oh Fuuka did it.

The rest of the story here mainly plays out as normal.

Now with Fuuka on the team, how are she and Chihiro gonna get along?

Dear lordy, these two are like sisters. Scared, timid, shy, other similar words can best describe them to a T.

Fuuka looks up to Chihiro as her Senpai while Chihiro looks up to her as someone much smarter than her.

These two have a lot of study sessions together and it’s sort of the opposite of Yukari so far.

Instead of having Chihiro try and work past things asap, she’s more into having her take her time and do things at her own speed.

They even suggest starting a manga/book club too.

Fuuka isn’t fully into Mangas? Well by golly Fuuka will try for her new friends sake

And this is where we end for this part. Sorry it’s a bit sloppy and has so much run offs, it’s unorganized and all over the place. Okay a lot more work is needed but there was a lot to go over and I set my ambitions a bit high. I’ll try and organize things a bit better next time and make things more coherent.

Special thanks to my co-author @maze-of-my-design for the relationships list for this gal and helping with ideas for this series.

Hope you enjoyed reading it y’all.

[fuckable-old-man-battle]

  Xigbar stared down at the tablet screen. Who the fuck was trying to put Showie back with her ex. Who the fuck was stealing her. 'Bestfictionaldivorce'??? They were apart for a REASON. 

He resisted the urge to frisbee the damn thing out the window. No, he needed the tablet if he was going to keep an eye on things. He couldn't lose his head if he wanted to get her out of there. 

Why did he want her back so bad? He didn't care about her. He was just her goon. Just her fuckin' goon. Frankly, this made things easier for him. No one to make him scrub soup out of rugs, or get shot in the face, or make him cut her hair, or… You get the picture. Showie is nothing but a distraction. This could be his ticket out of here. 

But instead… Xigbar scrolled through tumblr a bit more. No, he– he wasn’t that much of a dick. He couldn’t just let Showie get dragged off to some tournament with her ex. He kinda… owed her one? Maybe. Yeah. Sure, let’s go with that!

Xigbar sighed and decided to try and talk to… Stanley. Hm. He didn’t really want to, but the original post that ‘bestfictionaldivorce’ had made had mentioned him and the Narrator.

He pulled the snowglobe out from his pocket dimension and checked– no, the Narrator was still inside. Good. He gave a few shakes, just for funsies.

He didn't want to actually talk to him yet. Not unless he was sure he had to. Might as well just cyberbully him instead. 

… Cyberbullying didn't work. Not entirely. Whatever, though. He can be civil. Not like he's never worked with someone this pathetic anyway. At least Stanley could be more counted on to get shit done than Demyx.

A quick knock in a one-two pattern rapped on the door.

"'S open!" Xigbar yelled. He didn't want to get up.

Stanley opened the door and walked inside. He squinted at the… equipment that had been used to give Showie her most recent makeover, and then sighed.

[So, what’s up?] he signed.

"Showie's missing. I found something on Tumblr, but it's… We need to get her back. The post mentioned you, too. And your Narrator."

[Ok. Back up. Show me the post. I didn’t see that. I don’t follow you. Only some button stim blogs.]

"Here." Xigbar handed the tablet over to Stanley, already pulled up to the post. Like he'd been staring at it.

" @bestfictionaldivorce:

FUCK IT

Showie and her Ex-Husband from @white-boy-bracket are now in the running! Why? Because why the fuck not

also Stanley and The Narrator are back in the running, going against Showie and her Ex!"

Stanley looked at the post, scrolled down a tiny bit, smirked, and handed the tablet back to Xigbar.

[Yeah, that’s probably not good. Also you did push the button. Ha.]

"Shut the fuck up."

[I haven’t said a word.] Stanley signed with a grin. [Okay. Is the Narrator here, or was he taken too?]

"He's still here. He's not fucking important right now! Do you have any idea what Showie is going through right now?" Of course Stanley didn't. He hadn't seen her flashbacks. 

[You’re right.] Stanley signed quickly. [The Narrator isn’t important at all. We should only focus on her. Alright. Well, I… you went to a different tournament before, right? How does that work?]

"I didn't have a choice. I just got pulled there."

[So…. okay, well, how’d you get here? You weren’t an original competitor.]

"Election fraud. It happens enough and then I'm here. It comes with the crown, I guess." Weird time to flex being Election Fraud King.

[Right. That.] Stanley signed, glancing over at Xigbar’s… laurels was perhaps too kind of a word for his sash and crown, but they were still trophies. [Hm. Well, I guess… I’m going to get pulled there eventually. I could try saying please a lot to summon you. That sometimes makes election fraud happen?]

"It can't hurt." Xigbar tried to force his leg to stop bouncing. Being stuck here was driving him crazy. Who the hell knows what kind of shit Showie was having to go through right now? 

[And, once I’m there, I can help her out. Her ex, yeah? I can… I don’t know, try and make things less awkward for her? And if Narry’s there, he could… uh. I. Maybe do something? He is an eldritch being.]

"Right. The tentacles. I saw some of that when we got teamed up together when we got sent to Fuckable Old Man Battle."

[I’m sorry, Fuckable Old Man Battle?]

"Yeah. Other tournament. They had a season two. He was in from the get go, but I got sucked in later. … He had too much shit to say about my bikini."

[There were bikinis? There. Did he wear a bikini.]

"NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO BE HORNY, STANLEY." 

[SHUT UP.] Stanley signed aggressively. He pinched his brow, and then sighed. [Okay. Okay. Moving on. I will try to help {SCEPTER}. I will try and get Narry to help {SCEPTER}, which might be a bit difficult, for… a number of reasons. Uh. Could you… clear one of my commands, before I go?]

"How do I do that?"

[You give a new one. Duh. Okay, so… {SCEPTER} gave me one, so that… I can’t be happy if I’m around him. It’s gonna be really hard for me to talk to the Narrator if I can’t be near him. So. Please help.]

"Fine. Whatever. You can feel whatever the hell you want around your Narrator."

Stanley smiled in relief. [Thanks! I knew you’d help. It’s nice to be able to know I can do that again. Okay, any more prep I should do?]

"Do whatever you have to do to get the election fraud to happen. I need to get in there." He needs to protect her.

[Gotcha.] Stanley signed, and then did twin finger guns. [I’m gonna go press some of my buttons. If you’re feeling stressed out I have one you can borrow. Bye!]

Stanley turned around to leave.

"This doesn't mean we're friends. The second she's safe, it's back on."

Stanley turned back around and grinned.

[Oh, please. You’re an awful liar.]

"What."

[What?] Stanley signed. [You lied about the purple button, and you’re lying now!]

"As if. I didn't lie about the button. I was being vague. And I am definitely not lying now."

Stanley frowned, and it seemed like two separate codes were trying to fire in his brain simultaneously. He clutched his head and shut his eyes.

"Are you having a mental breakdown right now? I don't want to carry you back to your apartment."

Stanley grimaced and opened his eyes slightly. He started to sign, though his hands were a bit shaky. [Not any mental illness. Just. My will. It. It hurts. I.]

Stanley took a deep breath in, and then let one out.

[I know you’re here for me. But I don’t need your help right now. Thank you.]

  What.

  "What do you mean by that?"

[You’re not… a bad person. You wouldn’t ever hurt {SCEPTER}. You’re different. You’re nice!]

Xigbar froze. He's… different? That wasn't Stanley talking. No. Stanley knew perfectly well how cruel he could be. That had to have been some kind of command from Showie. 

Something in his gut twisted. 

"Just… Go. Get out of here. Go get yourself ready for whatever the hell is coming."

Stanley nodded, and quickly turned on his heels to leave.

When the door closed behind him, Xigbar sat back down on the couch and put his head in his hands. Showie thought he was different. He wasn't. She just didn't know. 

But he almost wanted to be.

@misspelled-magic

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” yells jaehan who literally runs into up to his father and jumps into his arms. you should be cooing at the sweet interaction your husband and son are sharing, instead you’re glaring at jungkook for, yet again, pranking you. “hE ScAred yOu I DiD noT” says jungkook but you already know had jaehan not been here, he would have scared you. he’s been pranking you a lot lately and sure, you find it annoying at times but you’ll never get tired of seeing him smile. he’s been so happy lately; a complete 180 from how he used to be.

“sure, jungkook, i believe you” you say, voice laced with sarcasm because you do not believe a word that comes from his mouth anymore. but what comes from your lips completely stops your heart. you know the both of you can’t live forever but to hear jungkook talk about his death like it’s a joke isn’t so funny in your eyes. “that’s not funny” you pout “and it’ll never happen because you’ll be here forever”

you take jaehan from his arms and hand him to a trusted servant of yours so you could discuss tonight’s layout one on one. “be a good boy, jaehan. mommy will get you later” you say as you kiss your 2-year old’s cheek.

“pomise?”

“yes, i promise” you coo. he’s such a cutie, you find yourself wanting to keep him with you but you let the maid take him so you could be alone with jungkook.

“he’s so cutee~ i love our babies. we made some really cute kids” and jungkook knows you could go on and on about how adorable the kids are but now is the time to be serious.

what will you both decide to do with yeonjin?

“the menu for tonight is ready. areum is making desserts too but have you decided what you’re going to do with yeonjin?”

~🫧

He wants you to decide what to do with the woman but he knows that he’s not gonna let her stay or work in the palace that’s just not possible and she already tried to manipulate you.

“Yn… I know that I’m not gonna let her work in the palace but like I suggested yesterday how about a flower shop?” he says as he crosses his arms across his chest, looking at your beautiful face. You are the prettiest woman ever.

He never wants to lose you.

And then you two begin to discuss about the dinner tonight and he’s so glad to hear that his daughter is so interested in making desserts because she’s just so awfully quiet she often reminds him of his late mother

She was really shy.. and undeniably, and the most beautiful woman in the world, he misses her a lot actually. He was close to her.

He begins to tell you some tales about her and his parents relationship, your love story is so similar to his parents, but he’s gonna make sure that the ending will not be, and the difference between you and his mother was that she was an actual princess.

Yet she never had a choice. So that’s why jungkook tries to treat you the best way he can.

And maybe the smile on your face tells him that yes, he is succeeding in that. after a few hours your children come back from school, Jungkook is really glad to hear that hyunjin attended school today and it was a nice experience as Jinseoul told you two. Ae-Cha told you that he was constantly looking at her and now Jungkook feels really protective.

His children are really gorgeous and you’re right you did create beautiful babies together, he loves all of his children, and he loves you very much. Ayra and Jieun also soon join your family together and you guys have a good time together until it is time for dinner and everyone is getting ready.

After having a bath, Jungkook puts on a dark black robe with a golden coat over it, he decides to ditch his crown tonight and as soon as he’s ready, he’s looking for you.

You must be with the kids already ready because you’re always on time, Jungkook asks for you to one of the court ladies and they tell him that you’re in the nursery with the twins, you’re so busy since the twins birth.

“Okay well tell her that our guests are here.”

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Crown of Midnight, day 8

50

Wow!

Wow!

(The dog is okay! Thank god!)

If there’s one thing that could make me like Chaol again, it’s the fact that he stopped at nothing to dive into a hellish dimension to rescue Fleetfoot.

Obviously I need some more detail about fae and what they are and why humans might fear and hate them.

If we’re going by ACOTAR rules, faeries never seemed to be all that different from humans, and the fear just stems from a centuries old war that might have carried with it a prejudice through the generations.

We kind of got a glimpse of the wider world in this story, but we haven’t really encountered fae or tales of their wickedness yet. But Celaena herself calls it “the monster unleashed” or whatever, so maybe they are worse than ACOTAR faeries, or maybe, she’s just been hanging out with humans too long and has internalized that self hatred. But I think she stands a good chance of teaching the world that faeries are just like humans, especially since she was able to mask herself as one and build all these vital friendships.

I dunno

I just hope that they don’t all start to hate her for something she can’t control.

51

RIP ARCHER

you were awesome until you killed Nehemia. If you’re gonna come between me and my princess, you gotta go, I’m sorry.

Still rooting for the Celaena dark path, even if it’s not what Nehemia wanted. Sometimes the darkness is the light, smh

52

Okayyyy

So she’s a Demi-fae

Chaol is being pretty sweet about it, honestly

(This is a more emotional breakup than the one she had with Dorian)

I don’t like how he gets to decide what to do for her, though. Like maybe ask her first, before you promise your dad you’ll un-abdicate and go home?

53

Well I guess it’s decided. In the next book we go to Wendlyn. Even Elena told Celaena not to worry about Wyrdkeys, or about King Whatever.

I wonder if Wendlyn’s king and heir will get names or if they’re gonna be vague unnamed characters, too 😩

54

Dorian and Chaol are fighting again

Boys

Please

Give it a rest

Celaena is going to fight for the rebellion, a promise to her best and truest love of all time, Nehemia, who died so violently, and came back from the dead so peacefully, and then left again to give her all these mixed up emotions.

(I love you Nehemia!)

(I hope we see you again, someday!)

55

I can’t beleive she’s leaving without Fleetfoot! (😭)

We are lingering so much on this last day, lol

Another breakup scene with Chaol and Celaena

What did she whisper to him - I wonder?

56

So she was secretly Aelin Galathynius!!!!!!

I’m very excited

(Girl)

Does she even know? Or does she have to discover it herself?

I feel like she had so many parts where she was like no one knows what happened to her. No one knows if she’s even alive or dead…

(I was like, she’s alive, she’s important, she has a faerie boyfriend and I’ve seen lots of kinky fanart of him) (I didn’t seek it out lol)(I just like to look at sexy nsfw faeries and everybody who draws ACOTAR fanart also draws TOG fanart) (lol)

I literally thought these books were about faeries, lmao, I did not expect the bait and switch of book one and two. But I was thinking maybe we were in a Feyre’s book/Nesta’s book type of deal. I was like we have to get through this weird worldbuilding and SOON we will go to the faerie realm

I CANNOT WAIT

TO GO TO THE FAERIE REALM

LET’S GOOOOO

[animefankotaro]

Trans Flynn Rider

Flynn and Rapunzel had just been married. They had quite an adventure before. Flynn had stolen the Lost Princesses crown and hid in a tower from the royal guards and the brothers he worked with. There he met Rapunzel; a girl who never left her tower and only wanted to see the lanterns on her birthday. If he took her to them she would give him the crown. The two met some colorful characters and got in some wacky events before doing so. When they did it was wonderful. Flynn had fallen in love with her. He decided he didn't want the money anymore and gave the crown back to the brothers before they tricked them and handed him off to the guards. Flynn escaped with some help from some friends and saved Rapunzel from her her kidnapper who pretended to be her mother. Rapunzel was reunited with her parents and the kingdom was happy. Now they were on their honeymoon in a small little cabin.

“I can't believe we're finally married.” Rapunzel smiled.

“Hey, if you had asked earlier I would have said yes.” Rapuznel had a half cock smile. “Okay. I wanted to ask you sooner but I was scared your dad would give me the evil eye.”

“He loves you. You helped him give his daughter back.”

“Though He thinks I'm going to steal something from you. Though me getting you pregnant is impossible.” Rapuznel walked over to Flyyn and sat on the bed.

“You never fully told be about your child. What the place you lived at was like. Your family. How you found out who you were.”

“I usually don't like to talk about it.”

“You can share it with me, can't you?” He looked up at Rapunzel who was looking at him. He nodded.

“Things were different when I lived in the orphanage.”

A young Eugene was living in the orphanage with some other kids. He didn't remember his parents too much. He didn't know if they were alive or not. Some kids who were there had parents who couldn't afford them. Others were they because they didn't want to be parents. Then some were there because their parents were In jail, dead, or any other reason. Eugene was getting his lunch a girl came up.

“Eliza!” A girl named Penny said. “Wanna play dolls with me?” Eugene groaned at that. He didn't hate Mary or anything; she was a nice girl; but he hated that game.

“Maybe later. I'm busy now.”

“You always say that.”

“But I am.”

“You once said it when you were looking at the clouds.”

“I was studying them.” Eugene lied.

“You? Study? Yeah, and maybe you're marry a princess one day.”

“Playing with dolls just isn't my thing.”

One other thing Eugene hated were dresses. To him they were annoying. He almost tripped several times, wind got up in them, and they were just too pretty for his taste. When some clothes were donated to the orphanage he got a wear of pants to wear.

“You know, Eliza it's not proper for a young lady to wear pants.” Molly one of the workers said.

“I've seen some women wear some.”

“That because It was for a certain job not because they wanted too. Now why don't I get a pretty dress for you.”

“No thank you.”

“All right. But if you get made fun of don't blame me.”

One thing Eugene liked to do was read in his spare time. He read a few interesting books but his favorite books were about heroes. Men in tunics and swords saving the day amazed him. Oh how he wanted to be like him. By far his favorite was a story called Flynnigan Rider. He went on trilling adventures and the more Eugene read them the more he wanted to be him. Soon he realized he didn't just want to be him but he wanted to be a boy.

“I think I'm a boy.” Eugene said to his friend Arnwaldo.

“What makes you think that?” He asked.

“I just feel like I am. As a boy people will take me much more seriously when I become an adventurer. I also have a knew name; Eugene.”

“Eugene?” He laughed.

“Well, my real name that is. My nick name will be Flynn Rider. Have you made one yet?”

“Yeah. Lance Strongbow.”” “I like it. So you ready to adventure out?”

“Let's do it.” He smiled.

So the two escaped the orphanage and traveled the kingdom. Flynn soon became one of the most well known jewel thiefs in the kingdom. In one take he and Lance stole some oranges from a market.

“Okay, you know what to do?” Flynn asked.

“You bet I do.” Flynn hid behind some boxes and Lance got in the middle of the market.

“Gather everyone for I can preform magic!” A crowd gathered around him. “You, little boy what's that behind your ear?

“Huh?” The boy said. Lance then pulled a coin out and gave it to the boy. The crowd clapped. After a few more tricks we went over to the fruit seller. “Pick a card. Any card.” While this happened Flynn was sneaking to wear the oranges were. The man picked a card and put it back.

“Is this your card?” Lance asked.

“Nope.”

“Oh, what about this one?” Flynn signaled to keep it going.

“No.”

Ummm, this one?” The man started getting annoyed. Flynn nodded his head he was done but when he got the last orange to put in the bag the rest on the pile fell.

“Huh? THIEFS!” The man yelled. Flynn and Lance ran as fast as they could to the safety of their hideout.

“Sometime later Flynn was getting tired of his binder. Lance said he knew a doctor who could help with that. It took a while to steal enough stuff to pay it off but they eventually got it. The doctor removed his breast.

“You know I kind of like the scars. They make me look bad.” Flynn said.

“You think ladies will like it?”

“If they don't I can always give them the smolder.” Flynn gave his smolder face making Lance laugh.

Flynn also were given weird ingredients to give him facial hair. He finally got the goatee he always wanted.

“You know. There's no way the orphanage would be able to find me now.”

“I don't think they would.” The two men shared a laugh.

Flynn later met Rapunzel and saved her. He later told her the truth.

“I hope you don't hate me know.” He said after telling her.” Rather than walk away she kissed him.

Back in the present Flynn finished his story.

“So while I wasn't a lost princess who had 70 foot long magic hair that was used by a woman as old as dirt I still like my story.”

“I don't know. I would love to read a story likes yours in a book.” Flynn smiled at that thinking of a knew idea to get rich. Rapunzel gace him a look.

“Okay, fine. But it would have been a best seller.”

[percontaion-points]

Covet chapters 32-35

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Chapter 32

Hello, Is it Brie You’re Looking For?

This killed the man. 

He wasn’t trying to kiss me. He was reaching for the computer. Except… except the way he’s looking at me tells me there was more to it than that. As does the fast and hard beating of my heart.

Chapter 32 summary: After that, they quickly discover the bloodletter has nothing more she can possibly tell them, so they decide to leave. On the way back to school, Grace tells Hudson about how he’d been frozen, and about what the bloodletter had told her about why she’d done it. 

They get back to the school, where Hudson tells Grace to get a shower, because she’s shivering so much. She does that, and then lies in bed and feels too tired to move. Hudson comes back in with some food, to which she expresses surprise that he made her a sandwich. He sheepishly explains he looked it up on youtube. 

There’s a moment when Grace thinks that he’s going to kiss her, but he instead reaches around her for her computer, and asks if she wants to watch a movie or something. 

Chapter 33

Suddenly, a knock sounds on the door—loud, hard, urgent—and we break apart so fast that Hudson has to grab me again to keep me from tumbling off the side of the bed.

Chapter 33 summary: They argue about what to watch for a moment before Hudson settles on one of the Star Wars movies. After a bunch of childish padding, Grace eventually begins to unload on him about how betrayed she feels that her parents would have agreed to sign her up for a lifetime of forced love. Hudson points out that it was kind of up to both Jaxon and Grace, and that the bond wouldn’t have worked if either of them objected to the entire thing. 

But the more Grace thinks about her relationship with Hudson, the more she’s glad that it’s him that she’s bonded to forever. That aside from Jaxon, she couldn’t think of somebody better to be stuck with. That it’s even okay if he doesn’t love her. 

She then says that it would be okay if they didn’t go after the crown. But that she had promised to free the unkillable beast, so they have to do that. He asks if that’s what she wants, and she agrees. 

Hudson starts to lean towards her, and before they can kiss, Grace asks that they take things super slow. He agrees, but as he’s leaving, Grace feels bad for having asked that. Because she’s now regretting not being able to kiss him. 

Chapter 34

“Cyrus convened a secret Circle meeting and has issued an order for your immediate arrest, presumably for the crimes committed against those students you persuaded to kill each other. And while he can’t arrest you at Katmere, the second you step off campus, you’re fair game for the Watch to take you.”

Which is fucking hilarious considering that Cyrus literally murdered a 17 year old girl in front of hundreds of witnesses. Yet not one single person is screaming out for Cyrus’s head. 

And that’s when it hits me. “What about the Crown?” I whisper.

Chapter 34 summary: Jaxon and his flesh-shaped friends show up right then. (No, I’m serious. Considering that there’s a couple of them, only one has a name, and he’s the only one with actual lines. Everybody else might as well be lamps Jaxon and Mekhi brought with them.)

Jaxon says that his father has issued an arrest warrant for Hudson for crimes against the other students. He’s safe at the school, but graduation isn’t too far away. Mekhi briefly describes the prison, which is kind of like Dante’s prison, with levels of torture involved in order to “rehabilitate” sins. 

Grace asks why she wasn’t included on this vote, since she’s the gargoyle queen. Jaxon says that she’s not been crowned yet, so her opinion wasn’t considered. Which is what Cyrus was counting on… and that Grace couldn’t stand to be away from her mate, and that she’d follow Hudson to prison. 

Grace then says that they need to find the crown. 

Chapter 35

Fee-Fi-Phobia

This also kills the man. 

I just hope I bought enough time to keep him safe until dawn.

Chapter 35 summary: The others are insanely sceptical when Grace and Hudson explain what the bloodletter told them about THE crown and how to find it. Hudson eventually says that their best guess for finding a blacksmith to remove the magic chains would be the giants. But nobody knows where to find them anymore. 

And also, nobody but Grace seems to give a shit about actually finding them. She gets angry and kicks everybody out of her room, saying that she’s exhausted after having been to the bloodletter’s and back, and she needs sleep. 

[gins-potter]

no context episode 8 thoughts

- no one has to know? Mate your daughter is literally a strigoi someone will work it out eventually - Mason you have returned - Ngl thought you were gonna die off screen - Glad to see I’m wrong - lissa that is quite the outfit you’re wearing - I hate it but I love that you have the confidence to go out looking like that - What is with all the fluffy russian hats? - Stop marrying off children - Jesus - Actually have we established yet how old they are? - It feels very intentionally vague - Dude really stuck a post it note to her boob - rose you’re being very loud with your feelings rn - this lissa is so much more self aware than book lissa, it’s making me hard to dislike her - ASDFGHJL rose - Girl about faced and got the fuck out of there - Christian that suit is… I genuinely can’t decide if it’s amazing or horrible - OH MY GOD ARE THEY GETTING MARRIED NOW??? - Alright the suit is horrible - If the context is that they’re getting married it’s a bad suit - awww not dragozera being cute - Lissa getting married in a pantsuit? Iconic queen - Okay are they getting married or are they abounding their betrothal I need answers - Christian has such a fucking cute face - I just wanna smooch his cheeks - Oh eww not the blood - Rip Meredith interrupting the wedding/engagement - I bet Dimitri thinks of running as therapy - Oh Dimitri talking a little smack about the Dragomirs??? - Spicy - fuck off tatiana - Dimitri you little shit - Bad Dimitri - They really have feeders lying on a table like they’re a meal - Well - They kinda are - Oh wait victor’s husband doesn’t know about sonya? - Bet that goes over well later - “I have a record of 50 and 0” fucking bodied - Rose you’re being loud with your feelings again - So many fluffy Russian hats - Awww Mason you’re such a simp - Oh Christian with that puppy dog face you’re really not threatening - oh dang - awwww Rose is so heartbroken - Her girlfriend got engaged to someone else - Also this fight is almost tacky but at the same time hilariously on the nose for Moroi making dhampirs fight so one of them can get the crown - Also the fact that they are wearing the capes and headbands is fucking sending me - This shouldn’t be hot - And yet - I bet this is how domestic Romitri work out their arguments, just go and spar for an hour or so - “I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU” - “ITS TOO LATE” - DONT TOUCH ME DONT LOOK AT ME - oh shit Dimitri - Awww the baby doesn’t know what to do with himself - He hurt the woman he loves I am emotional - Dang rose you’re beating the shit out of him - lowkey obsessed with Lissa’s necklace - That is one giant fuck off sapphire heart - Very titanic vibes - oh great old dude’s blood in their mouths - I’d spit it out - Screw being king or queen - The memory walker chick awkwardly whispering the price is exactly what it’s like being a retail worker - 10/10 for realism - awww baby Sonya and Mia - lowkey mad that they took the trials which was a great storyline for lissa and gave it to Victor - rip Tatiana who’s still tripping out on the sideline - Oh she mad - ummm girl what? - Dimitri as king? - I mean I love him but absolutely not - DIMITRI WHAT THE FUCK? - i mean like I know why you’re doing this but still - WHAT THE FUCK? - are rose and lissa gonna just keep breaking up in different ways? - oh wait those were christian’s parents? - Welp, didn’t actually recognise them - Christian’s parents murdering Lissa’s? Super unfortunate - wait so are dragozera breaking up again? - Jesus is no one safe in this show? - is this like a one final kiss situation or a jokes we can’t live without each other moment? - and we thought the books timeline was messed up - Oh god running away with Mason? - I mean you’ve been through a lot rose so trying not to judge but yeesh what a choice - I want one of those rock chairs - Why do I think Tatiana has something up her sleeve? - Oh what the fuck Tatiana - This is messed up

[bubbledumbbinch]

I really like your smut writing! So can I please request some spicy headcanons for Floyd, Epel, Riddle and Idia with a fem s!o who surprises them by sending a nudes? How would they react? Thank you^^

Aaa thank you so much!!! I’m p new to this writing/requests thing so I’m really glad you like it! :’)

Warnings: light degradation on Riddle’s part

A/N: this piece of writing is purely 18+. Minors do not interact

NSFW below the cut

Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader

You and Floyd are practically inseparable. You spend so much time together that you feel so sad and empty when he’s gone doing something else!

So when Floyd has work at the lounge or basketball practice, who can blame you when you say you felt a bit lonely? You decide to send your lovely eel boyfriend some photos back in your bedroom while you’re alone.

The body parts you decide to send photos of are your breasts and ass, specifically the parts Floyd loves to squeeze! Well, he loves to squeeze all of you, but he favors those because you make some really cute noises when he does it!

Floyd would take one look at his cell phone, immediately drop everything he’s doing and come find you. If he was working at the lounge then he would drop his tray. If he were at basketball practice he would just straight up leave. His stuff would still be there LOL.

He would definitely be rough with you (as if he isn’t normally) and remove any clothing you had on, if you still had any on, and fuck you multiple times for sending those photos to him while he was away! Don’t you know how much he missed you already?

Floyd pays special attention to use his hands to squeeze your breasts, nipples, or ass with his fingers while he’s ramming his cock deep in your cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each thrust.

It hadn’t even been 3 minutes after you clicked ‘send’ on those photos for Floyd. He didn’t even respond to you, which had you feeling a bit sad. Usually he replied within the minute! You covered your naked form up loosely with the white sheet, which accentuated your body shape even while draped with it.

“Shrimpyyy~” an eerily sweet voice called out in the hallways leading up to your room, leaving you with goosebumps. Suddenly your door burst open and Floyd was standing there, obvious tent in his pants.

“Hi Floyd…” you called out to him. Floyd’s eyes widened and his smile grew large. “You look like a siren Shrimpy…. you’re making me wanna squeeeeze you~” The eel merman closed the distance between you and ripped the sheet off your body, exposing you completely.

Epel Felmier x Fem!Reader

Epel would probably be busy with Vil, learning how to use some new product Vil was promoting soon.

Epel hears a ding on his phone saying you texted him but ignores it since Vil is trying to lecture him. He will definitely get back to you soon! If it was urgent you would call him.

Once Vil is finished with him, Epel finally returns to his room, and opens your text. He definitely doesn’t expect to see you scantily clad in a lavender set of lingerie!!!

Y/N: “Hey my favorite farmboy~ I know you’re probably busy right now but I bought this while I was thinking about you. I’m getting hungry, and I would love to have an apple in my mouth right now. Come over soon~”

Epel gulps down and feels his cock starting to harden in his pants. A part of him just wants to video call you and have phone sex but another part of him wants to ravage you in person!

He would definitely be happy he opened that text in his room!!! Vil didn’t need to see Epel getting so worked up over this.

“I’m on my way now.” He sends the text quickly.

Epel would remove any bits of makeup on his face before heading over to your dorm, bringing over some snacks. Beads of sweat were already starting to build on his face as he enters and heads toward your room.

When he finally gets there, he’s sweet at first when it comes to foreplay and kisses, but you want to see his real side and he wants to show it to you too! Epel would roughly slap your ass and fuck you doggystyle, while you’re screaming out his name, lingerie thrown on the floor along with his own clothes.

“Y/N..?” Epel knocks on your door and opens it, peeking around to see you in bed. “Come here, Epel. I’ve been waiting for a while now, and I want to see how well this set matches with your hair, preferably with your head between my legs~?” You finally used your pointer finger to beckon for him to come closer, in which he quickly did. The boy didn’t hide the way his eyebrows quirked in determination as he smiled eagerly. He knelt down and pulled your panties off, shoving his tongue into your leaking hole.

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Riddle was a changed person after his incident when you were still a new student. You grew to love him and it ultimately led to you two being in a relationship!

Riddle was always very gentle with you when it came to being intimate, you often wanted him to be a bit rougher with you but he said “it wouldn’t be chivalrous”.

You decide to take matters into your own hands by building up tension - you start breaking rules here and there. Riddle would forgive you at first but once he noticed how often you did it, his face would turn red and his voice would raise, yet he still forgave you!

You decide to send a photo of yourself in his bedroom, dressed in a red babydoll lingerie set, your body spread out on his sheets. If you’re bold, you also take pictures with his crown atop your head, showing off the way your nipples perked in the set.

Y/N: “Riddle my dear~, I’ve been so bad. You know it, and I know it. Why don’t you come over here and punish me?”

This was the final straw - your punishment starts now. He’s forgiven your rule breaking so easily because he had a soft spot for you! But you knew this whole time you were breaking rules?!

Riddle storms in a few minutes after sending you many texts in all caps. Once he really sees you sprawled out so seductively on his bed, he can’t help but let his face go red as he swallows a lump in his throat.

His mixture of anger and arousal showed quite freely when he was fucking you into his bed, spewing light degradations towards you while teasing you for being such a whore.

Riddle hikes your leg up onto his shoulder, using it as a leverage to hit a new angle inside your already abused cunt. “So, you really were trying to break those rules on purpose, my rose?” Riddle panted while smirking down at your squealing form. “And then you come into my room while I’m not here, pose so lewdly on my bed, wearing that? I guess you are a dirty slut.” Riddle chuckled darkly, still fucking against your pussy. His grip on your leg tightened. “Say it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you…”

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Idia… this guy lives his life digitally, he likes texting you frequently, and sometimes he still gets nervous seeing you in person, as your boyfriend!

One day he wasn’t texting you back, which had to mean he was PROBABLY busy gaming.

You decide to surprise him by getting into a cosplay of a character that you both liked. The costume was already a bit revealing but you decided to take it to the next level by sending upskirt pictures that accentuated your butt, and even shots of your panties being soaked under the skirt!

When Idia opened his texts, the photos of you flooded his screen and he screeched, shutting it off before Ortho could wonder what was wrong! “O-Ortho, could you please patrol the hallways right now? I just f-found out I have to do something. A-and,” the blue haired boy stuttered. “Feel free to start up conversations with the dorm members, for as long as you want, okay?” Ortho of course happily agreed and practically flew out of the room.

I can see Idia either calling you to come over or he would want to video call you and watch you bring yourself to orgasm.

Seeing you in those clothes though, I would imagine him reaalllyy wanting you to come over, though.

Idia called your phone and you could hear his shaky breath starting to talk. “Y-Y/N, could you nnh- come over, please? And, m-maybe wear a jacket over yourself, I want to see you wearing that outfit here, please…”

Once you get to Idia’s room, he pulls you eagerly in an embrace, and you feel his hard cock poking your stomach through his pants.

Idia loves to watch you bounce on his cock while you’re wearing the same exact cosplay in the photos!

“Aanh- Y/N-shi…” Idia covered his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were radiating heat and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure. The skirt you wore was hiked up to your waist, shirt on the floor along with your bra. “Mm, Idia~ it feels so good, I’m so haaah, so close..!” You could only whimper out, feeling yourself clench around his cock. “C-cumming!!” He pulled you down into a kiss in which you both moaned into as you milked his hot cum into your greedy hole.

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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[phoenixyfriend]

Okay so you know how one of my big things with fandom is forcing characters into completely new contexts that they just have to Deal With (recently most commonly with time travel, crossovers, and things like the suddenly omegaverse AU).

So, canon characters get Yanked and somehow tossed into a Modern AU context, possibly just as some Matrix-esque 'your brain is trapped in a simulation' thing, possibly as a Sith Holocron thing, possibly as a weird crossover, it doesn't matter. The point is mostly this:

1. Nobody has the Force. 2. Ahsoka is suddenly human, and she hates it.

This is mostly an excuse for Ahsoka to be overwhelmed by some things (her sense of taste is completely different) and underwhelmed by others (this is your eyesight???) and panicked by others (her sense of echolocation is completely GONE), and then Anakin calming her down by Brushing Her Hair, something she's never had before.

Ahsoka has a meltdown and Anakin, who is also very panicked because the Force is just gone for him, is doing his best to keep her somewhat level and ANYWAY Anakin knows how to do cool, solid, safe braids because Padme taught him how to do her wig-secure crown braids, so when Ahsoka's being overwhelmed by the sensory hell of her new hair touching her shoulders, Anakin brushes it out and braids it up for her while Obi-Wan tries to find them a way out, and Rex and Cody help him notice things like "we can't read this alphabet for shit" and "that's not a speeder... is it..."

The clones are Itchy without their armor in an unfamiliar space. The Jedi keep tripping on sidewalk cracks and stuff because they're not used to needing to look where they're going. Also they don't have their sabers or blasters.

Ahsoka tucked into Anakin's side in a coffee shop that they somehow managed to Exchange Currency at... sipping on something sweet and complicated-flavor that she doesn't recognize and is very confused by because none of these tastes are familiar... a barista asks if she's okay and Anakin has to stutter over "my padawan" in favor of "my sister" because it's kind of safer but anyway could they get a cup of ice water for the kid?

The clones get asked if they're from New Zealand or Australia because of the accents and just Blank Stare until the person leaves in discomfort like "Was it something I said? Maybe they think I should be able to tell the difference?" but no they just don't fucking know what New Zealand and Australia are.

Imagine if she couldn’t really taste sweetness before. She finally understands the appeal of candy!

Ahsoka doesn't like 'being' human but she decides she likes the Expanded Taste Range (now she understands WHY people add spices) and having her hair played with (she's maybe a little jealous of people like Padme now).

Several of the Jedi keep forgetting they can’t jump 20 feet high anymore and keep slamming into fences. One of them tries to jump off something and is tackled by a clone. The clones keep forgetting they can’t jump off things and get caught anymore.

“Normal humans die when they do that!”

The clones don't register as clones to anyone, just Young Hot Guys With Nice Muscles, so Cody and Rex get hit on by strangers more in the Modern AU adventure than in the rest of their lives put together.

They register as twins though. And some people are maybe into that specifically. Strangely, in this context, being genetically identical is more attractive.

The only person in this group that knows how to recognize flirtation and how to flirt back is Obi-Wan.

Someone sees a Marvel movie playing a TV store and just drags the other four over because IS THAT MASTER WINDU WITH AN EYEPATCH. Or alternately IS THAT AN OLDER SENATOR AMIDALA IN BORING CLOTHES.

Per @atagotiak on discord

Hey, it could be worse, it could be literally almost anything else Ewan McGregor is in. I enjoy the other movies I’ve seen him in (though I haven’t seen a lot) it’s just every last one would be jarring as heck to them.

Birds of prey “Wow Obi-Wan, you’re a dick”

It's just Moulin Rouge's steamy scenes and Obi-Wan is like [head tilt] is... is that supposed to be me????

(I'm going to say that none of the Star Wars movies exist in this modern AU, but only because that would get too complicated.)

Ahsoka gets yelled at by Someone (a store employee, a cop, a random douchebag on the street), and Obi-Wan steps in because he's closest and also the person most invested in making sure she doesn't start throwing punches.

Person: Sorry man, didn't mean to scare your, uh, daughter. Obi-Wan's face: [is doing complicated things]

(Being Ahsoka’s dad is probably less weird than being Anakin’s dad. Just agewise and all that.)

Obi-Wan objectively recognizes that this is a reasonable assumption and also a safe one to work with, in that explaining their actual relationship might be sketchy depending on whether or not apprenticeships are a thing on this planet, and going with a person's first not-terrible assumption is usually a safe bet to not draw too much attention!

But 'parent' is a bit of a loaded concept for a lineage so prone to attachment (and tragedy).

Ahsoka finds herself getting inexplicably tired a few hours into a walk that would normally leave her fine, and since Anakin and Obi-Wan are also having trouble, it's apparently not a humans thing, it's... not having the Force. They’re still pretty strong and have good endurance but they’re not superhuman anymore so.

Adding in that Ahsoka's a young teenager who has no idea what she can eat that she can actually stand the taste of yet, so she keeps getting sugar crashes since it's the only thing she can reliably stomach...