#and if he was like...wouldn't cap have slightly different feelings about him?

[slasherslittlesimp]

Cursed (Avengers X Reader)

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Part Four

Your dull eyes flicker to the door as it swings open. You recognize the person who enters as the man that was wearing the flashy armor on the jet. He looks a lot different without the armor on yet he still carries an air of confidence. His eyes are glued to the tablet in his hand for a moment before he finally tosses it onto the table and gives you his attention.

"So, Hannibal, if I remove your jacket are you going to play nice?" You quirk a brow at the name, unsure what it means or where it came from. Once you give him a slow nod he moves towards you, moving behind you to unclasp the multiple buckles. The jacket slides off easily, revealing that you're wearing nothing but a tank top underneath it. Despite being free of the restraints, you keep your arms wrapped securely around yourself as if you're still wearing them.

"I've got a few questions for you but first I need to know if you know sign language." When you shake your head he sighs. Of course those Hydra bastards wouldn't teach you a way to communicate without talking. "Alright, do you at least know how to write?" This question is met with a shrug which makes him purse his lips. Regardless, he pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket and sets the items on the table in front of you.

He moves away from you after that to sit in the chair on the other side of the table. "Let's start simple. What's your name?" He already knows the answer to this, of course, but he wants to see what your answer is.

You sit there for a few moments simply staring at the paper in front of you before slowly reaching forward to pick up the pen. Your hand shakes slightly from lack of use as you try your best to write down your answer. The word is understandably written with shaky lettering. Once done, you push the paper closer to him so he can read it.

He leans forward to read it, frowning slightly. Cursed is what you wrote down in very wobbly letters. At least it's spelled correctly which shows that you at least understand how to read. Hydra must've figured writing wasn't a necessary skill for you to learn.

He had hoped you would have remembered your name since the files said you showed signs of remembering things a few different times. Maybe with time your memory will return. "Do you know how old you are?" You shake your head. "Do you know anything about yourself?"

You hesitate before pulling the paper back towards yourself to write your answer. While you had heard Natasha read out some of your file, you didn't actually pay much attention to what she was saying. Even if you did, you likely wouldn't believe the information given. 

Tony watches as you scribble the words, pausing occasionally as if trying to think of how to spell specific words or maybe to think of more things you know about yourself. Once you're done you slide the paper back towards him.

'Killer. Cursed. Hydra operative.'

He sighs, running his hand over his mouth before holding his chin in thought. It's obvious that any questions he asks will lead to him receiving answers that they already know from the files. He highly doubts you'll know more than he does about yourself. Hell, right now you seem to know less.

He decides to stop the questioning for now in order to go talk with the others. He'll need their opinions on some things. Plus, he's almost certain you'd feel more comfortable with either Natasha or Cap talking to you rather than him. After informing you that he'll be back, he exits the room.

"What's the plan?" Natasha questions Tony the second he enters the room on the other side of the mirror.

"Honestly? I don't know." Tony shrugs as he crosses his arms over his chest. "We know she's willing to answer questions but there's no way of knowing if she'll be a threat if we release her."

Bucky stares at you through the glass, taking in your tired appearance. "I don't think she'll be a threat to us if we can show her that she can trust us."

"Do you think we should remove the device from over her mouth?" Steve questions, brows furrowed as he looks at his best friend.

Bucky shrugs as he turns towards the others. "We'll have to remove it at some point so she can eat. Whether or not it stays off is the real question."

"She hasn't given us reason to not trust her yet. The entire time she was with us at the Hydra base she cooperated and didn't lash out at all. We even had our backs to her at one point and she didn't do anything." Steve points out as Natasha nods along.

"Granted, her arms were restrained but she still could've tried running. I think she knows that she'll be safe with us even if she doesn't know who we are." Natasha looks to Tony. "We should give her a chance. Maybe put her under someone's watch who will be able to handle her."

"According to her files, using her ability on strong opponents tears her throat up. That and using powerful demands. We don't know who will be able to handle her based off of that information alone. The notes didn't have specifics."

"Thor would be the best choice but he's currently off world." Natasha runs a hand through her hair as she thinks. "I'd say Hulk could handle her but there's no way Bruce will let him out for something like that. I think our only options are the two super soldiers or Wanda."

Tony nods along in agreement. "Steve was one of the first people she met so she might trust him more than the others. However, Barnes also knows what she's been through and could bond with her through that. Then again, she might be more comfortable with Wanda since she's a chick."

"Why don't we let her decide?" Clint cuts in making the others look towards him. He had been standing silently in the corner simply observing everyone and they all forgot he was even there. "Or maybe put them on a rotation so not just one person is watching over her."

They all easily agree with the plan since it's the best one they've got at the moment. They don't know enough about your powers yet to have a more permanent solution. For now, you'll just have to be stuck being watched over by different members of the team along with Friday.

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[lmaowhatt]

long over due - jj m.

summary: the honeymoon phase between you and jj is over, now hits one of the arguments where the commitment you both share to your relationship begins to get questioned.

set: doesnt really matter tbh

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: not proofread in the slightest, angst, mad/angry!jj, mad/angry!reader erm idk what else👍🏽

if theres any other fell free to let me know!

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from the moment you got with him, you knew jj was emotionally unavailable to some extent. everyone did. there was always a limit to what he would confess to you, his girlfriend of around two years. there was even things he wouldn't tell john b, as i said, emotionally unavailable to some extent.

which is what led you to this moment. the honeymoon phase in your relationship where you would both talk and laugh for hours on end about random things after intimate moments, or even after random hangouts was long gone.

after spending countless hours together, the arguments began. over little things at first, him not pulling his weight around your shared home, both you and him coming home late from different parties, most small arguments almost always ending up with makeup sex.

this argument however, seemed to finally bring the both of you to the part of this phase where your loyalties and commitment to said relationship begin to be questioned. "regardless, jj!" you threw your hands up in frustration, both of you standing on opposite sides of the bed. "you dont get it!" he raised his voice slightly.

"we used to spend hours talking, laughing, just fucking around. and now? were fuck running through the fucking motions!" he tossed his cap somewhere in the room, frustration bubbling through. "dont pull that shit. ive been fucking trying to connect with you, but were not on the same page! at all." you pointed a stern finger at him, walking around your side of the bed to stand a mere foot away from him.

jj scoffed, looking off to the side as he gathered his thoughts, ensuring he didnt continue the argument with an empty head. “i know that but its like you dont fucking care!” he called to you, moving to walk around you, now feeling suffocated in the corner you had backed him into on his side of the bed.

you grabbed his forearm, turning him back towards you, sending him a pointed glare. he stopped, but jerked his arm back to remove your grip from him. “i do care, believe me i do. but i have other shit to focus on! its hard to balance us while still trying to keep us perfect!” you pointed a finger to your sternum before letting your arm fall to your side, your head tilted slightly in defeat.

the man groaned slightly, running a hand through his slightly matted hair, “its not about being fucking perfect! a'ight? i just need to know you're here with me and not running through the damn motions!” he voiced, to which you only retaliated. “i am! but dont act like you're not here at times, you're not fucking innocent.” you called up to him, you watched a flash of vulnerability strike his features.

however, he quickly masked it, shaking his head. “dont do that. you knew the fucking baggage i was carrying when i asked to be your boyfriend. dont use that shit against me" he followed after you as you moved around him and out of your room. "and i know im not fucking perfect. why do you think im not pressing you to be, huh?" he called to you.

“im not trying to use shit against you!” you yelled, tossing your arm out beside you, knocking your knuckle into the wall. you ignored the, "couldve fooled me," that came out of his mouth, continuing. "but i cant deal with you and your shit while i have things to deal with too, alright?" he raised his eyebrows with a dry laugh leaving his lips, “oh my shit? im sorry, i didnt know i was a fucking charity case to you.” he stopped in front of you, looking down at you with anger coursing through his veins.

you shook your head as you looked up at him, “i never said that—” he cut you off abruptly with a hard exhale, still trying to get his viewpoint understood. “you dont get it, do you? you're checked out! its like im the only one—” now it was your turn to cut him off, mostly offended at the way he was painting you out to be.

you scoffed loud enough for him to stop for a moment. "dont run your mouth without knowing shit. i want you to think long and hard about what exactly you're going to say before you open your mouth and spit some bullshit at me.” you began, rolling your eyes at his implication.

“and im not checked out! but youre so focused on what we used to have that youre not noticing everything im doing. right now, jj." your voice cracked slightly, you pressed your pointer finger into your other palm, trying to express your words further. jj leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “oh—” he scoffs, “please, enlighten me. what have you done. right now.” he enunciated his words.

at a loss for words—not to be confused with not actually having an example—you turned the focus back on him. "you dont think ive seen how you pull away too? sometimes you act like im some fucking child you're forced to look after!" you turn on your heel, heading towards the kitchen. your pull the fridge door open, grabbing a water bottle out of it.

"im not fucking pulling away, okay? im desperate for something real! s-something— i cant be here for you and fix everything," his voice raises to a shout as he addressed you from across the room. "you cant expect me to use magic or some shit to know when you're struggling, not when im dealing with my own shit too!" you hear his voice crack slightly, but you dont dare face him in the moment.

you let out a soft groan, leaning on your hands that were placed on the kitchen island, hands too shaky to open the bottle. "im not expecting you to do anything. for fucks sake jj im dealing with shit too alright? you know this! i just want to feel like you're here for me even if i cant express what im feeling!" you jerk your arm outwards, hitting the back of your palm against the bottle, in turn tossing the water bottle to the ground with a hard thump.

this earns a look from jj. one mixed with concern and a hint of surprise. but its gone as fast as you noticed it, replaced with his previous anger, nose flaring slightly. "im not asking for anything else! i just want to know you're trying to be here for me just like im trying to be there for you!” he raises his voice slightly once more, cracking in despair.

“im trying,” your voice cracks, but you continue nonetheless. “i need you to know its fucking hard, but im trying, my best.” he rests his forearms on the kitchen island as he hears you speak, hands tangled in his slightly matted hair, tugging slightly. he looks up from his spot opposite you, face softening slightly as he noticed the your defeated stance, as well as the tears welling in your eyes.

he speaks again, his voice softer. “i dont want to lose you, baby,” the nickname rolls off his tongue with such normality, that even in such a tense moment, you miss the weird feeling you get in your stomach at the use of the word. “i dont know how make you see that im here for you. im still fighting and i need— i want you, here with me,” he whispers as he approaches you slowly.

a tear falls from your eye. “its hard, jj,” you tell him, honestly. he swipes his thumb over your cheekbone, wiping the stray tear, his hand dropping to his side afterward. for a fleeting moment, the fight is forgotten, but the tension between you remains. you step back slightly. “i need space,” you mutter, and he steps back too, thinking you meant right then.

"no—" you stop for a moment, "space, space." you reiterate, getting you meaning across. your heart breaks as his face drops. he immediately shakes his head in denial, "you dont mean that," he mumbles quietly, mostly trying to convince himself.

if even possible, his face drops further as the reality settles in his brain and you move past him to pack an overnight bag. you have no damn idea where youll stay for the night but youre determined that this is whats needed in for the two of you to progress. he immediately follows after you, hoping youre playing a shitty prank on him.

"please, dont go." he stands by your shared bedroom door. his small plea is barely heard as you feel your heart thump against your rib cage. "baby, please." he whispers again as you zip up your bag. standing, you hesitantly take his teary face in your hands, the movement causing a tear to finally slip from his waterline.

you shake your head, wiping the oncoming tears with your thumbs. "this isnt permanent." you reassure, letting out a shaky breath as he takes one of your hands in his. "just need one night, to cool off. we both do. ill come back tomorrow." you take his wrist in your hand, manipulating it so you could hook your pinkie with his. "thanks a promise, alright?" you looked up at him as he nodded.

you placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips as you walked past him, the warmth of your touch still lingering in the air. he stood still, his heart heavy, feeling his cheeks grow even wetter with tears. as the sound of the front door closing echoed, he turned towards the window, watching your figure disappear into the distance, each passing second making your absence feel more real.

a/n: holy balls i cried while writing this. is that wrong?

a/n pt.2: wrote this because me and my ex broke up around two years ago after new years😛😛

(also i tried something new with the quotes i felt like the italics and bold was too out there (idk))

[doctor-dusk]

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

there’s a first time for everything.

warnings: blowjob, fetus!alex (yep, he’s virgin). that’s all.

word count: 3.7k

this was based on a request. idk what to say, i love fetus!alex, but i don't know if it turned out well lol. hope you enjoy (especially the anon who requested it) :3

it was like, the fourth time in five minutes that he was checking you out. not that it didn't happen often, he always tried to be very discreet so that you wouldn't notice. he sat two chairs behind you, right in the next row on your left.

you had already studied together a few times in elementary school, you were always the kind of girl who attracted attention, you weren't as popular as the other preppy girls, but you were able to twist a few necks whenever you passed by. including his.

and with that, you had become a cheerleader now at college. which certainly ended up attracting more looks than you would have liked, but you didn’t let it change you for good. you were always nice to him, you exchanged a few words from time to time, but you weren't really friends. just good colleagues. but he wanted so much more. 

it was ridiculous for him to let himself have a crush on you. i mean, all guys did at this point. he would be no different. but he was deluded enough to think that he could have a chance with you.

the chances are slim, but never zero.

the class was boring, so boring that looking at you was more interesting than listening to the old teacher talk. on this particular day, he was horny. so horny.

alex could say that puberty had gotten to him really badly, and apparently, it kept getting to him. he watched you shifting on your seat, your flared skirt that was part of your cheerleader uniform riding up a little higher, his eyes widening slightly as he closed his fist, his knuckles turning white as if he was trying to dispel this strange feeling that was making his body hot and his mind dizzy.

he blinked a few times, rubbing his eye and looking down at the white sheet of his notebook that only had the date written on it. poor boy, so distracted that he didn't even know what the class was talking about that day.

then, his eyes returned to you again, scanning you from head to toes. your body was slightly bent forward, your forearms resting on the desk as your hand held the red pen between your fingers, occasionally bringing it to your mouth absentmindedly, nibbling the plastic cap.

alex was already imagining what else your mouth was capable of doing, all the possible scenarios running through his head like a movie, his jeans getting tight under his desk. but he was so lost in his small and deep devotion that he didn't even notice you looking back at him when you turned your head when a colleague asked a question.

your eyes met briefly, he widened his eyes when he realized you had noticed his shameless stare, looking away to the side, pretending to be paying attention to what the colleague was asking.

you let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head, leaving your pen inside its pencil case. now, it was your turn to look at him.

the skin on his face was still covered in pimples, his cheeks marked with red dots. his nose scrunched a bit, his eyes always so restless and his body in the worst possible posture, trying to find a comfortable position in the chair.

he looked at you again, his eyes widened one more time as he saw that you were already looking at him. he mentally cursed himself, his face getting even redder as he ran his hand over his cheek, avoiding your gaze, just as the devil flees from the holy cross.

you bit your lip. he was cute. so cute.

class ended, everyone was packing up their materials to leave the classroom. you took your time, purposely slowly packing your materials inside your backpack, your peripheral vision just waiting for the moment he would pass by you.

as soon as you noticed him walking by with the strap of his backpack over one shoulder, you called him out.

‘’turner.’’ you said, loud enough for him to hear. he stopped at his tracks, looking over his shoulder with a look of confusion and curiosity at the same time. ‘’do you have a minute?’’

he thought about saying no. that he had to take his fish to the vet or something. he was pretty sure it had to do with the looks you exchanged during class, and he was scared shitless that you would scold him.

‘’y-yeah, sure.’’ he nodded, still keeping his distance, his fist closing around the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

you leaned against your desk, sitting on the edge, your arms folded over your chest as you studied his nervous expression for a while.

‘’i saw the way you looked at me earlier.’’

‘’i wasn't looking at ya', i…’’ he stuttered a little, shaking his head, trying to hide it.

‘’it's okay, i didn't think it was bad and i'm not complaining to you, you know.’’ you shrugged, seeing that he had relaxed a little, but a slight frown appeared right between his eyebrows. ‘’actually, i... want to know what you were thinking.’’

‘’what was i thinking? i mean…’’ he said, he was so shy and so awkward, he simply wanted to run away from that classroom that incredibly only had the two of you.

‘’yeah, what were you thinking? your cheeks got all flushed, you were completely restless. you must have been thinking about something.’’ you said, raising your eyebrows. he felt like a pressure cooker about to explode.

‘’i don't think it's very appropriate, to be quite honest with you.’’ he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze, his eyeballs falling to your thighs, seeing how they were pressed together.

‘’oh, no? that made me more curious.’’ you smirked, licking your lips. he held his breath, feeling how his heart was beating ridiculously fast. ‘’tell me. i won't judge you.’’

he looked around, as if that even made any sense. he had never gotten to that part with a girl. hell, he barely knew how to flirt properly.

‘’i was looking at you... well, your body, your lips…’’ he muttered, feeling like he was committing a sin, feeling so embarrassed for saying that out loud to you.

‘’yeah? you wanted my lips?’’ you asked and he nodded. ‘’where?’’

he let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. he didn't believe you would make him say that.

‘’you know where.’’ he mumbled. you smiled widely.

‘’naughty boy. and here i thought you were shy.’’ you giggled, getting off the table and taking a few steps towards him until he felt his lower back on the desk next row. he swallowed hard, not used to such a sudden approach from a girl.

‘’after all, one thing has nothing to do with the other. it's not because i'm shy that i don't think that kind of thing.’’ he responded, still feeling shy, but slightly confident. you were baiting him, after all.

‘’what if i told you i wanted to do what you were thinking?’’ you answered him.

“i'd say you're fuckin' lying.” he shot back and you feigned offense, putting your hand on your chest. he was too skeptical to believe it.

“gonna break my heart like this, al.” you pouted and he squinted his eyes slightly, not believing you completely. you let out a laugh through your nose, looking around the classroom. it wasn't safe to do anything there right now. “meet me in the gym locker room in 15 minutes.”

alex was at a huge impasse. you could be bluffing. but you could also be telling the truth. he couldn't be sure until he actually tested it.

he didn't even realize that he was already in front of the gym's locker room door. it was too empty at that time, considering that training didn't happen every day. in his head, the 15 minutes had already passed.

he took a deep breath, his hand closing around the metal door handle. locked. 

he laughed to himself. why would he think you were serious? you're probably in the comfort of your own home right now, laughing in your friends group chat saying that you made another fool of a guy today.

when he turned to leave and pretend nothing had happened, he saw your figure appearing in his field of vision, your left hand holding a plastic cup with iced tea while the other rummaged through your backpack. 

“oh, there you are. sorry i’m late, i went to buy some iced tea.” you said as soon as you saw him, shaking the clear cup of tea, the ice cubes making a little crackling sound. “it's really hot today, do you want some?” 

“n-no, thank you.” he stammered, blinking a few times. he was too stunned to accept a sip.

“alright. can you hold it for me then?’’ you held out the cup to him and he took it, now your hands were free to rummage through your backpack. “pretty sure i kept it here…” you mumbled to yourself. 

you mumbled a few more times until you finally found the small set of keys. oh, you were trustworthy enough to have a copy of the locker room keys, or else you wouldn't have even suggested that place.

“here. for a minute there i thought i'd lost it.’’ you laughed, dangling the keys in front of him and unlocking the locker room door. ‘’c’mon.’’ you gestured for him to enter. 

alex felt like he was going to commit some crime or something like that, the adrenaline along with the fear of the unknown ran through his veins, making him sweat as he followed you through the locker room. he heard you lock the door behind you, leaving your backpack on one of the benches.

you walked past him, picking up the cup again from his hand and frowning.

‘’what?’’ you asked him.

‘’what?’’ he repeated your question, but he genuinely hadn't even heard, he was so nervous that he was acting like a clown.

‘’are you nervous?’’ you asked him, swirling your tongue around the red straw, sucking the cold liquid into your mouth. this simple act made him imagine too many things.

‘’yeah, a bit.’’ he admitted, clearing his throat. ‘’i mean... are you serious?’’

‘’what are you talking about?’’ you tilted your head to the side, it was at least entertaining to see him scratching the back of his neck, searching for the right words to say.

‘’i dunno, i'm just…’’ he stuttered a bit when you got closer, he took a small step back, his body hitting the first metal cabinet right behind him, making a loud noise. ‘’god.’’

‘’don't worry. we can start with a little kiss, how about it?’’ you suggested, putting the empty cup of tea on the bench next to your backpack. he swallowed hard, the idea not sounding bad for him after all. ‘’have you kissed before?’’

‘’yeah, a few times.’’ he mumbled, not specifying how many times. he didn't want to be a laughing stock for you.

‘’good.’’ you replied, not giving him time to respond back as you kissed him. it was calm, you didn't want to make him more nervous than he already was, since he couldn't even open his mouth to let your tongue enter when you asked him to.

but in a few seconds he reacted, his mouth opening slightly, feeling your taste in his mouth as you slide your tongue in. it was cold and refreshing, with a slight taste of peach and hibiscus because of the tea you were drinking. he liked it so fucking much, like he wanted to devour you if he could.

the kiss prevailed for a while longer, your tongues tangling as the tension in his shoulders gradually decreased, but in compensation his arousal increased, the pressure between his legs becoming more and more unbearable as his jeans seemed too tight for him again.

‘’wow. you're a good kisser.’’ he said, panting a bit when you broke the kiss. it wasn't like it was his first kiss, but considering he had a crush on you, your kiss was the best ever.

‘’you're not so bad yourself.’’ you giggled, making him giggle nervously back. and then he kissed you again, enjoying the idea of ​​feeling your mouth against his, your teeth gently colliding as you got closer, your body pressing against his, feeling his heat increasing along with yours.

you felt safe enough to put your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them down his arms until you reached his sides, his breath getting stuck on his throat when your fingers ghosted on the skin of his stomach as you moved your hand under the gray cotton shirt he was wearing.

your lips left his, kissing the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw. you could even feel the small pimples of his face against your lips, but you didn't care, trailing your kisses to his neck as he tried not to faint there, his eyes closing immediately, as if every single touch or kiss could make him melt there.

but oh, he almost loses it when you palmed him over his jeans, letting out a low groan from the back of his throat. he seemed to be thick. it makes you excited.

when alex opened his eyes, you were already kneeling in front of him, your hands playing with the straps of his belt.

‘’wait, wait.’’ he asked, holding your hands, making you stop. ‘’are you going to... really?’’

‘’yeah. i thought you wanted this.’’ you said, looking up, your eyes meeting his were so tempting that he almost gave in completely if he wasn't doubting it.

‘’no, i do, but... are you really going to do it? like, for free?’’ he asked and you frowned.

‘’you saying it like that makes it sound like you should pay me like i'm some kind of prostitute.’’ you said and he widened his eyes, realizing that the way he said it really sounded like that, shaking his head immediately.

‘’no, no, god- i didn't mean like that, i'm sorry, i just…’’ he said in a pleading way, gathering his thoughts. ‘’i'm fuckin’ nervous, okay? i've never done this before and you're so fuckin’ pretty and every guy in this place probably wants to be in my shoes and-’’

‘’is this your first time?’’ you interrupted his rambling. he nodded shyly. he could have expected you to get up and leave, but you just smiled at him, understanding his nervousness much more now that he had confessed it. ‘’it's okay. we’ll take it slow.’’

‘’are you sure?’’ he asked, blinking a few times, feeling your hands squeezing his gently.

‘’yep. there's a first time for everything.’’ you said in a way that comforted him. ‘’besides, i like you, al. so i want to do this for you.’’

he felt touched by what you said. he expected his first sexual experience to be at least disastrous, the kind that he would be embarrassed to tell his friends about because it was catastrophic.

but with you, it felt natural. and it felt right.

he let go of your hands, and they were soon back to touching the rough material of his jeans, unbuttoning them easily, but at the same time, slowly. you wanted to take your time, to build the anticipation, if you could build more anticipation than that when he was practically jumping out of his boxers when you pulled his pants down to just below his hips.

and wow, he was long and thick. you could see perfectly the outline of his cock marking his underwear, the precum already dampening the fabric.

his eyes never left you for a second, his heart was beating so fast that he was thankful for having a cabinet behind him so he could support his body weight, or else he would have already fallen to the floor.

your fingers tugged the waistband of his underwear, you looked at him one last time before pulling the piece down, leaving it at the height of his pants, freeing his throbbing length from the confines of his boxers. the shame of exposure together with the cold air hitting the sensitive skin makes it twitch a bit.

‘’you alright there?’’ you asked just to check and see if you could continue.

‘’mhmm, 'm fine.’’ he nodded, hissing a bit when he felt your hand finally wrapping around his cock. it was smaller, more delicate. it was totally different than feeling his own hand, even if the concept was the same. ‘’god, feels so good…’’

‘’i've barely started.’’ you chuckled, feeling how warm he was, how heavy he was in the palm of your hand. the tip was barely hidden under the foreskin, so you wrapped your fingers around it, pulling it back slightly, exposing the red head of his cock to you, more precum leaking through the slit.

he was loving the attention, despite the embarrassment. but he couldn't help but want more. he was so horny, so desperate for your touch, for your mouth.

‘’please…’’ he mumbled, almost like an inaudible whisper. oh, but you heard it. and you loved it.

without wasting much time, you lifted your chin a little, just enough for you to set your eyes right on him, sticking your tongue out to get the first taste of him, salty and sticky.

he could barely form a curse word, the feeling was so different, so good. he's imagined it so many times in his head, but it doesn't even come close to reality. it was hot, wet, slippery, and torturous. all of that together. 

“oh my god, fuck, i can't…” he muttered, he didn't even know how to react, feeling your tongue swirling around his tip, as he imagined when he saw you doing that with the straw.

“it's ok, just feel it.” you hummed, your hand firmly around the base so you could suck him off properly, your lips wrapping around it. 

his face scrunched up a little, as much as he wanted to watch you, his eyes kept closing, enjoying the way your mouth welcomed his cock like a warm hug, taking him little by little.

“s-so good, so good…” alex repeated, swallowing his saliva, looking down at you. he noticed that your hair was falling on your face, some strands sticking to your mouth and his own cock because of the saliva. he acted quickly, moving the strands that stuck out of the way, gently holding your hair, closing his fist around it. “better?” 

“mhmm.” you nodded, your mouth too full of his cock to answer with words, the vibrations of your throat sending shivers down his spine.

his head was spinning with sensations, and he wanted to live in that moment forever. his grip on your hair tightened, he tried to keep his hips in place, not wanting to catch you by surprise and end up hurting you if he moved forward, even if slightly.

you're doing so good for him, giving your best because you thought that he deserves this. he was a mess, just like you. it was hard not to drool on his thick cock, letting it run down your chin and drip onto the floor.

you started to use both hands to stroke him, adding to the pleasure and it was right here that he knew he couldn't hold on much longer, as much as he wanted to hold on as long as possible, it was impossible to ignore the heat consuming him inside out, that feeling that was gradually increasing.

“please, i c-can't hold back.” he groaned, falling into a discreet despair at being so close, his eyes locking on yours. “i don't know where…”

“on my mouth.” you answered him, sticking your tongue out, your hand pumping his cock faster, eventually sucking just the tip so you could take him there.

he didn't last long at that rate, coming hard on your mouth, the warm and sticky release hitting the back of your throat, filling your mouth as you hummed in satisfaction as he came apart, shaking and panting like never before, hips bucking without any control. 

he was so caught up in the feeling of orgasm hitting him so hard that he couldn't even see you swallowing his cum, still gathering the last remnants, giving him kitten licks as you waited for him to come down from his high.

“ah, fuck, that was… fuck.” he breathed through his mouth, regaining some consciousness, his body completely limp, leaning against the locker because his knees were too weak for him to stand on his own. 

“did you like it?” you asked him, looking up as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“are you kidding? yeah, a lot. like... god, i can't explain.” he said, feeling you giving his softening cock one last peck before you stood up, standing on your heels. 

this gave him time to get ready again, putting his sensitive cock back in his underwear, pulling up his jeans again. you cleaned around your mouth, wiping away the saliva that had run down your chin, a short silence fell before he could break it.

“did you like it?” he couldn't help repeat your question, he wanted to know your opinion, if it was as good for you as it was for him. 

“yeah. you're kinda big, you gave me a bit of trouble.” you joked, massaging your jaw and he laughed a little embarrassed. 

“sorry, i guess.”

“i'm not complaining, turner. in fact… i'm up for next time if you want.” you suggested, taking your backpack back, not forgetting to throw the empty plastic cup in the trash.

“next time?” he asked, watching you unlock the door, your head peeking out to confirm that there was no one there and that the two of you could leave. then, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“yeah. i can't wait for you to eat me out on that desk.” you gestured to the table in the corner of the room. he turned red as a tomato, and that made you laugh. he was cute. so cute. "bye bye.”

and then, you left him behind, with a full head and high expectations, but with a big smile on his face.

[the0p]

what a night (request)

sub!yuta, both are idols, gay sex, riding, mlm, soft sex, sex with plot, and all of nct127 members included in a way not all by name tho, very little dialogue (also yes this has been in my drafts for AGES. I'm sorry to keep the person who asked waiting)

everyone sat on the practice room floor. tired and sweaty. we've all been stuck here for a few hours now. Thanks to the tight schedule, we were called in for a late night rehearsal, which, as normal, none of us found any enjoyment in.

haechan was winning and begging the dance teacher to head home jungwoo even joining in while the rest talked amongst each other.

I was having a conversation with doyoung as he had a few questions about the footwork when all of a sudden I felt an arm being draped over my shoulder.

I knew who it was his collagen stronger than ever a smell I've grown to know by heart.

my boyfriend, yuta.

it didn't take long for the guys to figure out we were together as sure everyone was relatively affectionate with each other. The difference was noticeable for us, so they picked up on it.

I didn't pay too much mind to him continuing to explain footwork to doyoung, bringing one of my hands up to hold on to his that was over my shoulders so he wouldn't get too pouty over it.

"While you move your right leg in, you gotta make sur-" my words were cut off by loud, happy cheers from haechan and jungwoo both as the teacher looked slightly disappointed both males rushing to get their things and bolting out the practice room.

"I guess we head home." said the boy next to getting up slowly as his arm disappeared from my shoulder.

I stood up with him, putting my arms up to stretch my limbs aching, yuta doing the same.

everyone slowly left the stuffy room, heading their own directions, some staying in the building, and some heading home. me and yuta were one of the few who went home.

it didn't take long since we didn't live too far from the building, of our faces covered by masks and a cap our hands interviews together, his thumb rubbing against the top of my hand drawing circles.

we talked about the upcoming comeback out hopes and wishes for it, keeping our voices low just in case of any fans around.

Once at home, yuta went to shower, and I cleaned up the place a bit waiting for him to finish up so I could shower after.

sitting on the sofa, a clean set of clothes next to me, as scrolled through my phone, checking Twitter, or now known as X.

shortly after the door opened, yuta came out a towel wrapped around his waist his hair was still wet as he tried to dry it with another towel.

yutas beauty always had a way of taking my breath away. seeing him with no makeup, his top half on full display with some watter still on it I couldn't help but stare. the simple things such as these always made me feel like I fell in love with him all over again.

he caught me staring, placing the towel he was using for his hair down on the kitchen counter before coming over to me, his signature stupid grin already creeping up on his face as he sat down next to me.

"You're starting, you know?" he said his words, holding on obvious teasing hint to them.

I didn't respond, my eyes travelling around his frame. his towel was dangerously loose and low, not leaving much to the imagination.

he moved slightly closer when he noticed where my eyes were placing a hand on my chin, making me look at him before bringing his face closer and capturing my lips into a kiss.

it was soft at first the hand that was on my chin moving up to my cheek as my own hands found their way to his warm body a huge contrast to my cold hands resting comfortably on his waist.

slowly but surely the kiss progressed. he moved to sit on my lap, the towel, and my jeans in the way. my fingers lightly travelled up and down his thighs, caressing the soft skin as his were tangled in my hair, tugging and pulling gently.

I felt him starting to grind his hips into mine, causing a groan to escape into the kiss. he broke the kiss first, sitting up from my lap just enough to undo my jeans the bulge in them very visible.

as he pulled both the jeans and boxers down, I took off my shirt, throwing it somewhere on the ground doing the same with his towel. Both of us now naked.

he quickly pulled me back into a sloppy kiss, his arms around my shoulders mine exploring all around. his thighs, hips, back, sides. everything my hands could touch and reach.

he sat up again and pulled away for a split second, lining himself up before lowering down on me slowly. he was always so tight around me as we didn't fuck often causing a quiet groan to escape. his grip on my shoulders tightened slightly, quiet moans spilling out, which was like music to my ears.

Once he was fully comfortable and adjusted, he started to move. the room filling with moans that progressively got louder.

the sound of skin on skin echoed through the whole place as I guided him up and down his head in the crock of my shoulder, muffled moans and words spilling from him all at once.

both of us were gental with each other. when we had sex it was rarely rough or degrading, neither of us really enjoying it like that.

I felt his legs starting to shake slightly as his pants increased. it was obvious he was close, and so was I.

"Together?" I asked, moving a bit so I could look at his face.

he nodded, bringing me into one last kiss before we both finished both of us, swallowing each others moans and cries, letting the high calm down before even thinking about cleaning up.

After a bit, both of us calmed down, and I helped him clean up, bringing him back to the bathroom, both of us showering together. I made sure to take care of him properly, doing everything I could so he wouldn't be more tired than he already was that meant washing his hair, his body, drying him off and bringing him to bed.

"You know I am much more than capable of taking care of myself, right?" he said as I got him to bed before getting in myself.

"I know, but I'm your boyfriend. Taking care of you is my job."

he didn't say anything and cuddled up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his head on my chest, as I held him close, both of us drifting off to sleep content and happy with how the day ended.

[selemons]

now and forever

:: notes :: solomon x mc reader, gn, sfw, mc is emotional, mc has hair, hurt/comfort, fluffy, no use of caps, no use of y/n, possible ooc, canon divergence?

:: a/n :: story is following the coma after mc handed the grimoire to lucifer. setting is in cocytus hall when solomon says you don't approve of his plans. so in the game, the story kinda confuses me because like... the brothers had the grimoire in present time. i guess solomon wanted it in case something went awry in the past, but i don't really think that means mc wouldn't make such a promise to him.

also, this is the first thing i've ever written. so, constructive criticism & feedback is welcome. please just don't be a dick about it.

:: s :: t :: o :: r :: y :: ⇟ :: b :: e :: l :: o :: w ::

i shake my head with furrowed brows. i look ahead, my stare aligned with his chest and devoid of emotion.

"you're wrong," i rasp out, the exhaustion evident in my voice. i can feel my eyes start to gloss over. it has been a while since i let my pent-up frustrations out and this seems to be my breaking point.

solomon looks down at me with concern, his frown persistent, and lets out an inquisitive hum.

i finally look up to his eyes, the same ones i'd managed to get lost in many times in the past... or the present, technically?

"you're wrong," i repeat. "giving up the grimoire changes nothing; they had it in the present, before i'd even met them." i sigh and shake my head, the tears starting to well up. "i'm sorry," i croak out. "if that's not what you would've wanted, i'm just so–," my voice cracks.

solomon sighs and mutters my name. he wraps a shaky hand around my arm to pull me closer and in the next second, i'm wrapped in his warm embrace. though his nerves still persist, evident in his subtle tremble, his arms hold me tightly, making me feel secure, like it's where i belong.

tears start welling in my eyes and cascade down my cheeks, eventually dampening his shirt. i run my hands along his chest and grip onto the black fabric. his soft silvery hair tickles my cheek a bit as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.

"solomon," my voice is shaky and uneven when my lip quivers. "i'm so scared," i finally say. "i'm scared of doing the wrong thing; i want to go back so bad, but i don't want to fuck things up while i'm here."

solomon relinquishes his grip slightly and starts running his fingers through my hair in soothing strokes. "oh," he sighs my name. "you don't need to apologize," he firmly, yet quietly states. "i should've noticed your struggling." he sighs.

i shake my head slightly. "no, it's my fault," i swallow the lump in my throat to continue. "i should've opened up to you."

the tears begin to subside and my breathing evens out. i smile meekly, "we're in this together, after all."

he pulls away to observe my face and his hand that was in my hair moves to my cheek. i melt and lean into his touch as he wipes away a stray tear that just fell. his gaze flickers from my tear-stained cheek he caresses to my eyes.

we hold each other's gaze until he lets out a breathy chuckle and a small close-eyed smile. "that's right," he tilts his head slightly and opens his eyes again. "i suppose it doesn't make much of a difference," he sighs. "you just have to focus on reforging your pacts."

"i know," i reaffirm. "but still," i trail off quietly and lower my eyes to his chest once again, trying desperately to put together my thoughts and emotions into a cohesive sentence, like pieces if a jigsaw puzzle.

solomon waits patiently until i meet his eyes that have been fixed on me. i reach for his face and gently cradle him in my hands. his eyebrows raise slightly in shock from the sudden affectionate touch.

my brows draw together slightly and i softly brush my thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. "you need to know this," my voice soft, but firmer and far more resolute than before. "yes, i want to try to remain friendly with them." i nod slightly as his hands drift down to hold my waist. "but in the past which we reside in now or even in our present world."

my hands hold his face slightly firmer, as if to reiterate the sincerity in my words. "if the time comes, i will fight along side you. against anyone and anything that might threaten you or the human realm," i tilt my head up, imperceptibly closer to his.

"i will always...," our faces are now close enough for me to feel his warm, shallow breaths. his eyes cast down to my lips. "... be by your side. now and forever."

his hands resting on my waist delicately grasp me and pull me closer. our lips brush together in the lightest feathery touch and my eyes flutter closed.

our lips collide as he pulls my body flush to his, splaying his hands across my back. my hands navigate from his face to the back of his neck. my fingers tangle with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, urging him impossibly closer.

the kiss is tender and passionate, speaking thousands of unsaid words, pouring out our love and suppressed desires for each other. his lips are soft and warm like the rest of his body, always so warm and welcoming.

i feel my face warm slightly and a dusty pink paints my cheeks as we pull apart.

i catch a glimpse of his own rosy cheeks before he smiles and breathes out a "thank you" before placing his lips on my forehead in a tender kiss.

he pulls away to rest his forehead on mine and says quietly "i love you," with a small smile.

i let out a quiet chuckle and reciprocate, "i love you, too."

:: e :: n :: d ::

thanx for readinngggg. feedback is encouraged thank ya :*

[imbaebi]

Mending.

ִֶָ࣪☾. H.Hj x femoc —

tags: fluff, boyfriend!Hyunjin, miscommunication, relationship issues

warning: swearing if you squint.

wc / cc: 1.6k / 9.2k

Synopsis —---

    Youngseo and Hyunjin have been getting into many fights lately, all because Hyunjin has been growing distant with her and spending more time with his friends... He was barely her boyfriend anymore, she couldn't tell you how he was or anything since he just wouldn't talk to her!! Will mending do the trick?

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    Hyunjin has been spending a lot of time with his friends lately after work. He would be gone most of the day and then return late into the night. Youngseo and Hyunjin have been having many fights and arguments because of this whenever she tried to confront him of this. Another problem was that he did not text nor call her all day or if he did it was to reply to her texts but very dryly. This has been going on for the past two weeks, she didn't like living like this...

    Youngseo was in the living room texting her group chat as she waited for her boyfriend to return home. It was eleven at night almost twelve when she heard a key unlock the front door. He came home later than usual... She got up from the couch, she looked at her boyfriend as he removed his shoes. He looked almost angry as he cursed under his breath. Feeling a bit concerned, she hesitantly approached him.

    “...Hyunjin? Are you alright?”

    She asked with genuine concern. Hyunjin was a bit surprised since he hadn't heard her footsteps approach him. His eyes softened ever so slightly at the sight of Youngseo. He still seemed annoyed by whatever that was bothering him earlier.

    “Yeah, I'm fine..”

    He answered her. Youngseo obviously did not believe this answer but it seemed he didn't want to talk about it so she didn't pry on the subject any further.

    “...You've been out all day.. where'd you go?”

She asked, in attempt to start a conversation. He hadn't contact her all day—which she was annoyed about but she didn't let on—so she had no idea of his whereabouts.

    “I went out with the guys again.”

    He kept his answer vague and short, he avoided looking directly at her face. Of course. Why did she expect any different? It was always the guys over her. Her lip twitched. He looked preoccupied with whatever was bothering his mind, it was clear the last thing he wanted was a fight to break out between them. Well lucky for him, she had no intentions of fighting this late at night.

    “As usual...”

    She muttered. She was too tired to deal with this shit right now. She turned to leave.

    “I cooked dinner earlier. It's in the fridge if you're hungry.”

    And without waiting for an answer, she left him there. The truth was she had been hoping in vain that he would come straight home after work so they could spend some time together eating the dinner that she cooked and they would have a long chat about their relationship. But as said, she was hoping in vain. She went to their shared bedroom to get ready for bed.

    Hyunjin stood there feeling guilty as he watched Youngseo walk away. He didn't mean to push her away but he had been dealing with things lately... After a couple minutes, he cursed under his breath and went to the bedroom. He didn't feel hungry since he went out to eat with the guys... He opened the bedroom door and found Youngseo in her Pajamas, sitting at her vanity doing her skin care routine. She didn't even bat an eye at him as he walked in. He frowned a tinsy bit knowing that it was his fault. He went to their closet and picked out some sweats and a T-shirt to sleep in for the night. After he changed into, Hyunjin walked over and sat on his side of the bed. He watched as his girlfriend did the last step of her skin care routine. She closed the cap of the moisturizer and put it in it's respective drawer. She got up from her vanity and walked to her side of the bed.

    Youngseo took her phone and sent a good night text to her group chat and then plugged her phone in. She turned off her lamp, making her side of the bed darker. She made herself comfortable under the sheets. Youngseo turned away from Hyunjin and shut her eyes knowing damn well she wouldn't fall asleep any time soon. After a moment, the lamp on Hyunjin's side turned off, drowning their bedroom in darkness and tension... Youngseo could hear Hyunjin shifting to get into a more comfortable position. The distance between them felt so great, so wide to her, but in reality they were barely two feet apart... How could she feel so cold when there was another human warming up the bed? It felt greatly frustrating to Youngseo..

    Hyunjin closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. He was dreading to wake up in the morning and having to go through all the stress all over again. That was his life now, ever since he got that promotion a couple weeks ago. The worst part of it was the expectation from his boss. Hyunjin didn't want to disappoint him. It was killing him...the deadlines all came too quick, with so much to do but so little time. Going out with the guys was like therapy for him, they'd go out and complain about their jobs and then have some fun. It felt easy to talk to his friends about these things since they wouldn't judge him and they were all practically in the same boat. He just needed a way to get his feelings out.

    Hyunjin frowned, he noticed how Youngseo slept with her back facing him and the large gap between them, like how's she's been sleeping the past few nights. Hyunjin really didn't mean to push her away.. He just didn't know how to talk about these things with her... He assumed he just didn't want her to judge him and call him lazy or something. He just couldn't seem to poor out his struggles onto her.. He guessed since he's been spending almost all his free time with his friends, him and Youngseo had grown a little distant. This was his fault. Why did he have to be such a wimp? Just tell her you've been stressed and needed some space. Why am I being difficult...? The silence and tension was loud and overbearing. It lasted only a couple minutes but to the couple if felt like hours...

    “Hyunjin..?”

    Her voice was thick with emotion and she sounded as if she had been crying. His heart broke. This was because of him. She was hurt because of him. he's a fucking dumbass .

    “..Yes?”

    Youngseo turned onto her back and faced the ceiling. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, peaking at Hyunjin for a bit to see he was staring directly at her. Her heart raced and her stomach fluttered with butterflies. Forget being mad at him, she just wanted things to go back to how they were. She had this question on her mind for the last three nights but she never had the courage to ask it, afraid of what the answer might be. Her heart would break into a million unfixable pieces of his answer was no.

    “Do you still love me?”

    Her voice had a tremble to it.

    Hyunjin's heart sunk at the question. She was questioning if he still loved her. He fucked up big time. He wanted to pull her close and reassure her that he indeed still loved her. He loved her very much, more than words could describe... He hated how she was feeling like this because of him. He took ahold of her hand before he spoke.

    “Of course I do, Youngseo. I always do, more than anything.”

    His words were soft and genuine as he caressed her hand. The fear of being rejected washed away as his words hit her ears. If he loved her more than anything, then why was it his friends over her?

    “..Do you love me enough to fix our relationship, to make things go back to the way it was but stronger?”

    Hyunjin felt a pang of guilt as she asked that question. He was the one who messed up everything because of his own insecurities and by neglecting her yet she was the one to come to him and try to fix things. He felt terrible about that. And hearing her talk about fixing their relationship made him realize how much he's been hurting her. He never wanted to do that or lose her again.

    He squeezed her hand again, finding her eyes in the darkness.

    “Yes, I do.. I'm sorry for neglecting you, Baby. I'm really sorry.”

    “You're not just saying that, right..? I don't want to be hurt because of this again.”

    His heart pained as he watched tears fall from her eyes. He couldn't just let her think these things, he had to fix this. Fast. He scooted closer and took both of her hands in his. He looked deeply into her eyes, his heart beating quicker by just doing so.

    “I promise I'm not just saying that. I really do want to fix everything, make things go back to the way it was. but stronger, as you said. I'm sorry, Youngseo, that I hurt you. I really love you, I do.”

    His soft sincere words washed over her like a river, calming her.

    “Okay, I forgive you.”

    She sniffled and blinked back the rest of her tears.

    “I missed you. A lot.”

    Her confession sincere and sweet. She missed him so much to the point that it hurt. The worst part was that they were in the same house every night but it felt like they were far apart.

Hyunjin was relived that she forgave him. He was going to be better this time, he vowed to himself that would never hurt her like this ever again. He pulled her closer, resting his head in the crook of her neck.

    “I missed you too, Baby. I missed you so much.”

[sleepy--anon]

Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Dream and Sapnap sat lounging on their comfortable couch together after having a hearty meal just the two of them.

"Its been a while since just you and me hung out." Dream said fondly, propping his head up with his hand as he stared at his friend.

"Yeah, no British screaming and insults this time." Sapnap joked back, chest swelling with pride when Dream giggled at it. His hand that rested softly on Dream’s knee gave him an idea. Sapnap rubbed his thumb against his knee cap with a soft hum.

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

"I bet you can't keep your legs in my lap for three minutes." His tone turned playful as he gave Dream a lazily challenging look.

"My ADHD isn't that bad Sap, I took my meds today, you reminded me." Dream chuckled, slightly intrigued by where this was going.

"Who said anything about your ADHD being the reason you move~?" Dream felt a slight blush dust his cheeks as he tensed his legs.

"W-what's in it for me?"

"Well I originally had the idea of if you won I would do the cooking for the next week."

"Cooking and clean up! Throw in my laundry and you have a deal!" Dream stuck his hand out quick, watching Sapnap pretend to contemplate.

"Deal" Sapnap shook his hand firmly before sitting back setting the timer on his phone as Dream slowly rested his knees on Sapnap’s lap. He laid himself against the armrest and tried to relax, knowing that if he worked himself up on anticipation he wouldn't stand a chance.

"One hundred and eighty seconds Dreamy~ You ready~?" Sapnap showed the phone to Dream, giving him proof that it's only three minutes, Dream’s toes curled as he nodded, watching Sapnap set his phone down, flinching at his hand resting just above his knee.

"Alright Twitchy, here we go~" Sapnap started the timer with a soft ding, giving Dream a slight pat before dragging his nails down the outside of his thighs, watching Dream grip the couch cushions and twitch violently, breath shaking.

"Don't implode~" He teased, skittering his nails all over his shaking thighs. The thin pajama pants he wore did little to nothing to help.

"Shuhuhuhush" Dream's blush darkened by the second, his whole body shook as everything in him screamed to pull away.

"Thihihis is soho AAAHH!" Dream shrieked as Sapnap jellyfished both his knee caps at the same time.

"Oh I knew George wasn't the only one affected by this~" Sapnap repeated the action, watching Dream’s whole body jolt. Dream felt like lightning was shooting up his legs every time he did it. A minute had passed and clearly Sapnap was getting sick of playing nice, he grabbed his kneecap with one hand and his inner thigh with the other and squeezed, differing the pressures and always squeezing one after the other, never the same time. Dream threw his head back and all but cackled at the sensation. His legs drummed from their place on Sapnap’s lap, fighting the urge to pull them back. The adored look on Sapnap’s face accompanied by his lack of verbal teasing definitely wasn't helping.

"HOHOHOHOW MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGER!?" Dream whined, hugging himself through the tickles. Sapnap glided his nails up and down his shins, running them over his ankles, feeling him shiver as he looked over at his timer.

"Just slightly over fifty seconds." He answered honestly with a squeeze to his calf, chuckling at the squawk it pulled out of Dream.

'I can do this I can do this I can do this I CANT DO THIS" Dream's brain screamed at him as soon as Sapnap’s nails slid over the sides of his socked feet.

"NO!" He shrieked panicked, yanking his legs back.

"Awww Buddy, so close~ Twenty-five seconds left~" Dream pouted at him, flashing puppy eyes at him.

"Oh absolutely not, you do not get to do that mister are you serious~?" Sapnap crooned playfully, lunging at Dream giving him quick little sporadic tickles along his sides, belly, and ribs, staring fondly at his red, giggling face.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIN! IHIHI LOHOHOHOSE! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Sapnap soothed Dream softly, pressing gentle kisses around his face.

"No punishment Bud, that was enough of an award on my end. Thank you for letting me do that." Dream felt a surge of affection and quickly wrapped Sapnap up in a hug, pulling him down ontop of him like a weighted blanket.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome..."

[stoiclairscout]

General Blu/Red Scout headcanons

I have a feeling that Blu Scout is slightly more mature than Red. While Red is a hyperball, Blu can surely just sit and stare at people if he gets disturbed while he 'reads' his comics.

Though, i believe they both are too uneducated to be able to read. So I wouldn't be surprised if they hold their books upside down at times, unless corrected.(especially if it involves Heavys books)

I have a feeling his first love was in school, but it was short lived(few months) and lead to a heartbreak. But he most likely forgot about it with his new crush on Miss Pauling.

He considers himself a ladies man, which Spy laughs at till Scout gives questionable dating advices to everyone else.

Surely, behind his cocky attitude and all, he's a soft boy with insecurities. He is a mama's boy and has daddy issues, not in a hot way though. Maybe Scout subtly(not really) tries to impress Spy while containing his prideful mask towards his dad. Though Spy can see through it, obviously, and doesn't show any emotion on it. But I'd say it happens that Scout gets too determined to outclass him that well, Medic gets visits a lot.

About his family, he loves his mother dearly and sends her gifts or/and money every time he gets . He has rivalry with his brothers, but I'd not say it's too bad. On family gatherings they van stare eachother down till one gives up.

Maybe he looks up to someone from the team as well? I can't decide. Maybe it's Soldier because he's so manly and confident in himself? Maybe it's engineer because he's like a father he never had?

He has a nickname for everyone, and gives zero shit about their opinion on it. (Spy, Miss Pailing and Medic get the most annoying nicknames)

Outside of the battles he rescues animals. And on multiple occasions he brought them on the base, it continued till Administrator didn't ban him from doing so.

Also he collects different souvenirs from his missions, be it a rock or a stick, he just does.

I bet he also spends hours on his hair routine, he has a badass hairstyle to contain.(let's forget he wears a baseball cap). Wouldn't be surprised if he uses too much of cologne as well.(unreal)

[mintmatcha]

jjk manga spoilers:

It's a simple headstone. No dates or adornments are carved into the stone, just his name. Yellow flowers wilt in the vase at the base, their cold rotted petals already begun to drop and scatter themselves across the granite. The tiny amount of water that was once in the bottom is frozen over, locking the stems in place. You crouch down and unscrew the cap to your water bottle to top it off anyway, a futile nicety.

"His sister must have been here." Nanami's breath curls at he talks. Against the sea sick winter sky, he looks paler than ever, almost the same grey as the clouds that threaten to spill even more snow. He stands there and watches, eyes tipped low.

"Mhm," you hum, picking up each petal individually and gathering them in your palm, "This morning."

She had texted you in warning, to make sure your paths didn't cross. Maybe it was too painful to see you, maybe she just wanted to respect her brother's wishes to avoid the sorcerer world. Either way, you can't seen her face since she was a child. Either way, it was better this way.

You take the piles of gold you've collected and pile it below his name. There's not quite enough to form a heart, so it kind of looks like a butt.

Haibara Yu: butt.

He'd laugh at that. Probably a bit too hard.

Nanami breaks the thin layer of humor and it shatters, like ice underfoot.

"I still can't believe he's gone."

Sometimes, when you fight sleep for much too long, you swear you can feel his hand in yours, warm, plush, and soft just like always. You cried when they changed the way they made his old deodorant because it'll never smell the same.

"Me neither." you agree as placidly as you can.

"It's strange to think it's been ten years." He breathes into his hands to warm them, the slightly hint of pink returning to the tips of his fingers, "You two would have been married by now."

"Nana, you're so dramatic," you offer the wisp of a laugh, "Yu and I were, what? 16? 17?"

Seventeen. You knew that for sure. He called you his little dancing queen on your birthday and balked when you didn't know the reference.

"Even if he was still with us, we probably would have gone our separate ways." Your knees already ache from squatting like this. Age and use have already set into your joints. "He'd probably be--"

Your imagination fails you. You're unrecognizable from who you once were. He would be the same, nothing more than an unknowable possibility that you never had the chance to meet. Haibara will always be the boy you once loved and the boy you still do. You'll never be the same.

"He'd probably be doing something much better than hanging with me."

If you passed each other on the street, would he recognize you? Would you recognize yourself?

The wind sighs. Someone down the way is speaking, voice mumbling just below audible. A warm hand cups your shoulder, and the thumb traces a line back and forth, back and forth.

Grief is a shared experience. You and Nanami are linked by it.

"He loved you," Nanami says, "Very much. I don't know if he would have ever let you go."

The rhythm of your heart bounces against your ribcage, even paced as you stand. The feel of it chips away the pit in your stomach, crumbling away bits and pieces of yourself and letting them fall away.

Your companion throws an arm around your shoulder and hesitates before pressing a kiss into your temple. His lips are warm compared to the day and his grasp is firm. Everything about it is chaste and platonic, filled with unspoken comforts.

If Yu was alive, he wouldn't wear the same scents he did as a child. His hands wouldn't be the same width you remember, his laugh the same timber. He would change, just how you've changed in immeasurable ways since you were seventeen.

And yet, the fact remains that you still love him, same as before.

Maybe Nanami is right. Maybe, if things were different, Yu would still be in love with you.

"Ten whole years." You wipe your face with the back of your hand, "Feels like no time's passed at all."

[neverenoughmarauders]

Oh yeah and the pressure on Remus is increasing because why wouldn’t we make him suffer?

Their new professor started by taking the register. When he called out for 'Black, Sirius,' James immediately replied 'Yes, Sir.' Sirius grinned at his friend, and, following James' lead, decided to respond when 'Potter, James' was called. Peter sniggered, Remus' lip twitched, and a few of the girls seemed amused too.

It turned out that Archie Aymslowe, who looked like someone who knew absolutely nothing about the Dark Arts, and certainly nothing about defending himself against them, was an expert in cursed objects.

'And we will cover the basics of such objects next term,' said professor Aymslowe, which caused an excited murmur amongst the students to break out. 'This term, however, we will be covering dark creatures.'

'Like werewolves, professor?' James said innocently, glancing at Remus, who they both suspected to be very afraid of werewolves. Remus didn't meet James' eyes, and Sirius saw that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Now that they were friends with Remus again, James and Sirius were definitely going to have some fun with him.

'Werewolves?' Professor Aymslowe seemed momentarily taken aback, before he cleared his throat: 'Well, yes, Black - although, not in great detail. Our focus will be on creatures such as Red Caps, kappas, hinkypunks and grindylows. We will also cover Boggarts, though I am by no means an expert in the area. I have, however, been fortunate enough to work with one such expert on a few occasions -'

Here their professor looked at Remus, who blushed slightly, and Sirius remembered that Remus' father was recognised as an expert in Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions.

'- and I hope I'll be able to pass on his wisdom.'

Their professor paused to take a sip of water from a glass on his desk before he continued: 'However, you are expected to know that there are five signs to identify a werewolf from a regular wolf and we will cover those, though you are not expected to be able to remember all five until next year.'

'What's the use of that?' James blurted out. 'To know that there are differences, but not know which.'

'To instil, early on, that wolves and werewolves look very much alike,' professor Aymslowe answered, frowning. 'Please, rai-'

'Basically, if you see a wolf during the full moon, assume the worst,' Gemma offered.

'Quite, Miss Dawlish,' professor Aymslowe agreed, 'Now - please - if anyone wishes to speak, raise your hand.'

'Luckily I know the signs already,' James told Peter, Remus and Sirius confidently after class, 'no werewolf can fool me.'

'As if you'd have time to look closely should you ever come across one,' Sirius snorted. 'It's just stupid little differences in any case, like the shape of the snout... Dawlish is right, best to avoid any and all wolves during the full moon.’

'How do you guys know all of this?' Peter bemoaned.

James shrugged, then turned to Sirius again: 'Or we could go werewolf hunting. Saturday 23 is a full moon. The four of us could sneak out to the Forbidden Forest and see if we spot any.'

'That's an excellent idea,' Sirius grinned, knowing exactly why James had suggested it.

'Yeah, brilliant idea. Always dreamt about dying young,' Remus muttered, and Peter nodded in agreement.

'Oh come off it,' said Sirius, feeling a surge of impatience with the two boys.

'There aren't actually any werewolves in the Forbidden Forest,' agreed James, 'it's just good fun, sneaking around during the full moon. We might see some Mooncalves.'

Admit it already, Sirius thought, studying Remus' tense face, you're terrified of werewolves.

'I say we go,' said James firmly, 'all of us. It's about time we have an adventure together in the forest. Remember point number four in our pact?'

Sirius' point. To go on adventures with my best friends.

'We wouldn't want to break the pact now, would we,' Sirius raised his eyebrows at the two smaller boys.

Peter appeared to be nervous, but he nodded. Remus looked something else entirely. He seemed absolutely miserable, but until he was ready to admit to his fear, Sirius wasn't about to give him any breaks. Nor did it seem, was James.

Extract from chapter 69.

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Chapter 29 of 'Artificial wingman'!

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Damian let the door shut quietly behind him, flipping the lock before he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Outside the bathroom, he could hear Jasmine and Danny playfully arguing about something mundane, their voices somewhat pleasant in terms of background noise. Jason had left not long ago, having said something about having some business that needed to be taken care of while he waited for their order to be filled.

He had sat in the living room, Danny's bag resting beside him, when something had caught his eye. Only now, alone in the bathroom, did he dare to take the pilfered object out of his pocket. a soft golden light engulfed his hands the minute he pulled it out, casting his face in a yellow glow when he brought it closer to examine.

The cure, a potion that cancels other potion effects on a person. In any other situation, he would find such a thing remarkable. Even now, he couldn't help but wonder if it would work on other magic-based effects, slightly in awe of how versatile it could potentially be. But that awe was tempered by the knowledge of what this jar was for in the first place.

He stared hard at the golden liquid, observing the way it swished and swirled in the jar, trails of what looked like a cross between glitter and stardust tracing hypnotic patterns in the thick solution. 'I could drink this right now,' the thought came unbidden, his fingers digging into the ridges on the lid slightly. Part of him wanted to. Wanted to twist the cap off and drain the contents. Wanted to prove, once and for all, that his feelings weren't just because of the potion.

Another part of him wanted to drop the jar like it had burned him. To throw the jar and watch the potion splatter uselessly onto the wall. Or swirl down the drain of the sink, any possible traces of it washed away by water, like it never existed. It couldn't have the chance to prove him wrong if it was gone, after all.

Damian did neither of those, instead sitting the jar down gently on the counter. Sighing, he allowed himself to drop his facade of calm and collectiveness. His shoudler's drooped with tiredness, his head dropping into his hands as he tried to sort out his feelings. Coming from an emotionally dysfunctional family didn't help him much when it came to feelings, but he tried his best not to fall back on his training.

He knew fear, it was a garantee to feel it at least once in a human life. But for a child assassin? Fear is something one becomes intimately familiar with. Maybe not his fear, but the fear of others. So he had little trouble identifying the fear that pushed forth the more... destructive ideas.

The determination and confidence that directly contradicted that fear were as much of a hindrance as they were helpful. Wilfulness is something that Damian had always displayed, even when he was loyal to his mother and Grandfather in the League.

Mother had always said that it was a trait from his father, a will of steel that kept his resolve for justice strong. Having lived with his father for a few years now, that wasn't hard to believe at all.

And now, in the midst of his conflicted feelings, he couldn't help but to fall back on that belief once again. It was different from suppressing his emotions, to instead focus all his being into the way he wished for things to turn out. If his will was half as strong as his father's, then Damian would have nothing to worry about. A little bit of fear wouldn't change thst.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head from his hands and stood. The teen had no idea how long he had been sitting there on the edge of the tub, his legs tingling with the pins and needles feeling that always accompanied a loss of blood circulation. The apartment outside the bathroom had fallen quiet, only the chatter of the TV and the occasional shuffling of movement telling Damian that the siblings were still out there.

Picking the jar back up, Damian let his gaze trace the swirling golden patterns once more. He could drink it now, and be done with it. He could throw it and damn the consequences his actions would surely bring. But now was not the time for rash decisions. The most logical thing to do was to wait, and not force results. So for now, he would find a way to slip the jar back into it's poor hiding spot in Danny's bag, burried under the prizes from their arcade date, and enjoy the time he was given to spend with Danny. Because no matter if the potion worked or not, Danny would have to return home.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Damian from his thoughts, the teen fumbling with the jar as it slid from his hands. Heart pounding, his quick reflexes helped him re-capture the jar before it could smash on the tiled floor.

Breathing heavily, Damian stuffed the jar back into pocket and twisted the lock, throwing the door open. On the other side was Todd, his fist raised to knock again. The man blinked at him, lowering his fist to rest on his hip in a way that Brown would refer to as 'sassy'.

"There you are. You doin' okay, Demon brat? Danny said you'd been in there a while." Jason gave him a quick lookover, not moving from the doorway as he searched for possible hidden injuries.

Damian scoffed. "I am perfectly fine, Todd " He sniffed hauntingly as he shoved past the man, heading towards the living room.

"Alright, alright!" Todd tossed his hands up in the air in an exasperated manner following him down the hall. "Just making sure. It would suck if you died on me and left your boyfriend here all alone." Despite the teasing tone, Damian could detect the slight bit of serious concern radiating from him.

Before he could come up with a response that would calm his most volatile brother, Damian found himself in the living room. Danny turned around at the sound of their approach, a smile stretching his face and showing off a flash of those enticing fangs. "Robin!" He chirped excitedly. "Come sit down! Jason brought food back. I already put a vegetarian plate together for you."

Sure enough, as soon as Damian had settled onto the couch, Danny was shoving a plate of mouth watering food into his hands. The teen gave the plate an expiramental sniff before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the flavorful mouthful.

The teen couldn't help the small smile that quirked up his lips as he watched Danny dig into his own plate, his a mixture of both vegetarian and meat-ladened sides, though mostly vegetarian, with gusto. 'Yes,' he thought, taking another bite of his food, 'it was a good decision to hold off.'

The jar doesn't make to it's bag that night. Damian told himself that it was because Danny was too observant, that he would notice right away that something was out of place, no matter how meticulous Damian was with putting everything back. In reality, he ignored the fact that it was his own reluctance that kept the jar stashed in his pocket.

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Back at the manor, Cass and Stephanie had begun phase one of 'Distract Dick, no matter the Cost'. Personally, Steph really liked the plan's name, but Cass insisted that it was a placeholder for the true name, still pending.

Steph crouched in the shadows, sight of her blocked by the wall she leaned against. The batcave itself was empty for the moment, Cass and Alfred having managed to spike Tim's decaf with melatonin and lead the boy up to one of the family rooms for a nap. But she knew her target would be here any minute

Sure enough, after ten minutes, Dick came Striding out of the locker room, nightwing suit snug across his chest as he made his way towards the corner she was hiding behind.

Taking a deep breath, Steph pulled her bowl away from her chest as she stood. Faking a jog, she waited until Dick began to round the corner before she struck. Purposely running into him, she let the bowl tip towards the man and slid from her fingers, dousing the blue and black of his suit in the most eye catching shade of pink she could whip up.

She let out a convincing shriek of surprise, forcing her feet to slide instead of catching herself. Landing on her butt, the girl was treated to the most amazing sight, a dumbfounded look on a bright pink Nightwing.

"Oh, god! Dick!" She stuttered in her hasty movements to get back up, selling the whole 'horrified Surprise' act even further. "I'm so, so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, and I was just gonna dye my hair in the sinks down here, 'cause Alfred threatened to make me scrub the upstairs sinks if I stained any of them bright pink, and- and- oh, I'm sorry!"

Her rambling apology seemed to snap him out of his stunned state, the man looking himself over for the fist time. "Hey, Steph, it's okay!" He grimaced when he saw the color, but tried to put on a calming smile as he reassured her. "It was an accident. We can just wash it out, m'kay?"

Steph almost couldn't believe how easy this was going. "Yes!" She exclaimed, tugging the man back towards the locker room. "Go and change out of it, and I'll get it clean in no time!" She didn't give the man much of a chance to protest, shoving him into the locker room and shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes later, and he had returned. Donning a t-shirt and jeans, he held out the costume for her to take. "I'll swing by later to pick it up, but for now I have to go and talk to some people." giving himself a once over, he nodded to her one last time before he made his way to the elevator.

She waited a few minutes, making sure that he was actually gone, before she took the elevator as well. Stepping out from behind the broken grandfather clock, she made sure the coast was clear before hurrying up the stairs and to one of the unused guest bathrooms.

Closing the door behind her, Stephanie turned and faced the silent girl that was already waiting for her. "Got it!" She smirks deviously, holding up the pink monstrosity that she had created. "How about you? Did you get the goods?"

Cass grinned back at her as she grabbed something from behind her. Turning back around, she proudly held up two complete nightwing suits for Steph to see.

"Nice!" Steph couldn't help but to laugh, already imagining the look on his face when he found all of his spares missing. "And you locked the storage room too?" Cass nodded her affirmation, miming a key locking before giving a thumbs up. "Perfect! Now that step one is done, I think we can safely move on to step two!"

Carefully, both girls peeked into the hallway, looking back and fourth for any wandering souls before declaring the coast clear. Moving with quiet efficiency that only a bat could accomplish, the pair made their way to a laundry room on the second floor. Honestly, Steph had no idea it was even here before, and would have just used the one down stairs, if not for Cass. Apparently, this laundry room was so seldom used that it was one of the places she went to when the hustle and bustle of the manor became too much.

Once the girls had reached their destination, Steph waisted no time in throwing the nightwing costume in the washer, purposely going against the washing instructions for their suits. Cold water instead of warm, a healthy dose of bleach, and about half a cup of the detergent that Alfred had told her was for their lounge wear only, instead of the one m0ade specifically for the kevlar- laddened fabric. Confident that the suit was probably done for now, she left her handiwork to finish on it's own. They still hand one last thing to do.

Turning to her partner in crime, Steph let her mischievous grin turn slightly more sinister. "Okay, now. Where can we hide Nightwing suits where they won't be found?" She asked, tucking the two spare costumes under her arm as she let Cass take the lead.

Walking confidently, the two wandered the mayor's maze of corridors, taking so many turns that Steph was sure her head would spin trying to remember them all. It's times like this that the girl is reminded how easy it would be to get lost in this place. How anyone could live gere without maps on the walls telling them where they are, Steph will never know.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally came to a stop in front of a closet. It looked like every other hallway closet they had passed, oak door with a shiny copper handle waiting to be opened and used as storage. There was nothing special about it, besides the fact that islt resided in a part of thr manor that usually went unvisited by anyone besides Alfred. And Cass, Steph supposes, because why else would she lead Steph halfway across the house when there were several perfectly usable closets on the way here?

She opened her mouth to ask the question on her mind, but Cass beat her to the punch. Pulling open the door, the raven haired girl crouched down and began to feel along the floor of the closet for something. Steph stepped closer, watching curiously as her fingers found purchas in a groove between the floorboards. With one swift move, she pulled upwards, the floor lifting with a low creak to reveal a small cavity hidden beneath.

Stephanie gasped in surprised delight, dropping to her knees beside Cass to examine the little hole. It was about three feet long, and two feet wide, forming a cute little cubby that ran only half a foot deep. The small space was empty, save for a few dust bunnies and a lone mothball rolled into the corner. It was perfect.

"Awesome find!" She praised her friend as she dropped the spare costumes in, letting Cass gently lower the panel back into place. Step two complete.

Standing back up, the girls dusted off their hands and knees before turning to head back to the laundry room. Their timing was amazing, as the washer cut off just as they passed the threshold.

Opening the washer, Steph was greeted by a bleach-splotched nightwing costume. None of the pink from the hair dye mixture surviced the wash, sadly, but it did an amazing job, turning the blue bird on the chest purple. Paired with the gray and tan-ish splotches decorating the shoulders and back, Steph was confident that it would be tossed into the storage room to gather dust with Discowing once this was all over.

Tossing the ruined costume into the dryer, Steph hopped up onto the slowly warming surface, kicking her legs happily. "How mad do you think Dick is gonna be when he finds out that this wasn't an accident?" She asked concersationally.

Cass brought her hand up to her chin, rubbing it contemplatively as she mulled over the question. Shrugging, she signed 'Probably not too mad. Not when he finds out it was for Damian's love life.'

Steph snickered, nodding. "Yeah, Dick is a huge softy. He'll probably forget all about this as soon as Damian tells him why. He always qets excited about these little milestones little Dami hits." She giggles again, the image of Dick fake swooning in front of Damian too funny for her.

Cass giggled quietly too, silently thinking about how Dick might get them back for this. While he would get distracted by Damian's love quest, he was not one to forgive and forget such actions. Sooner or later, the man would get his revenge on them, probably in an extremely embarrassing manner.

Cass couldn't wait.

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[becki-here]

This is all so gratifying

Hi everyone! I translated my old fanfiction about the Once-ler into English so I guess someone will be interested in it and I decided to share it here.

Here is the link to the AO3 or you can read it below in the post <3

Summary: Doubts lead to even more doubts, or this is what happens when you don't want to go to the doctor when you're hallucinating.

Relationships: The Once-ler/the Greed-ler, Oncest.

Warnings: smut🔞, self-cest, PWP, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, different interpretations of what is happening are possible, inspired by Biggering (demo version).

Words: 3,198.

For him it was a terrible day. There was like a cloud was following him around, not giving him a second to relax. Even now, in his office, where he usually felt comfortable enough, something felt off.

The landscape had only become more depressing, so often the windows were covered with shutters. He took off his hat and glasses, pulled off his long gloves and uncomfortable jacket, and threw them all on the blood-red sofa that perfectly complemented the chair and the overall picture of his office. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. It is just some stupid habit that only his servants suffered from. The tie hung more loosely around his neck now.

"Maybe I should have a bigger office," he thought as he looked around the room and finally sat down at his desk.

"He wouldn't approve of that either," he immediately thought. The words of the little guardian of the forest replayed in his head sometimes, interfering with his work. The Once-ler knew he was wrong. He knew and understood perfectly well that his actions will soon have consequences. It strangled him in those lonely moments, and not in a metaphorical way, his throat tightened as if someone's hands were really squeezing him. At the same time, guilt gnawed at him from the inside so much that it seemed like something was going to tear in his chest.

What is right and what is wrong. He couldn't divide his decisions by these two criteria. He saw pros and cons in everything. But the thoughts of stopping everything, of ending it, began to creep in more and more often and argued with those that told him to continue to biggering.

Now the thoughts seemed to materialize and press on him physically. Their presence could be felt in the air in the room, as if there were indeed someone else here besides himself.

The Once-ler put his head on his hands on the table and sighed heavily.

"A cigar," he twitched and reached for a cigarette box that was a little further on the table. With a guillotine he easily cut the cap and began to quickly feel through his pockets for a lighter. Once-ler had no doubt that he had taken it with him in the morning. But perhaps it was in his jacket pocket. With a cigar in his hand, he tiredly stood up from his chair and looked toward the couch.

He saw a man in the same outfit and as tall as he is. He was propping up the wall next to the armrest of the couch. Once-ler froze for a moment. Before he could say anything, the man came closer and easily snatched the cigar from his hand. At the same moment, holding the same lost lighter in his hand, he just as easily brought the cigar to his mouth and began to light it. A couple of weak puffs and the spacious room began to fill with light sour smoke.

"Oh, shit..." Once-ler rolled his eyes.

The fright had gone, and now Once-ler just watched. He sighed and went back to his chair, the urge to smoke disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

"Oh, Once-ler... Why are you suffering so much?" a loud voice was heard in the room.

That voice again. So similar to his, only with terribly scathing and slightly frightening notes.

"Come on, do you really want to have such depressing evenings every week?" the dismissive rhetorical question made Once-ler look at the man's face again. The same soft features as his own were strangely combined with this mocking smile.

Once-ler have already thought he was going crazy. Such realistic hallucinations are not okay for a healthy person, right? Ignoring hasn't worked for a long time. So he began to call him the Greed-ler, as a part of himself that advocates favoring greed and pride and rejecting most other feelings. This is definitely not normal.

"Do you really have to show up here?" Once-ler blurted out in exasperation, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Have you forgotten who you're talking with, Oncie?" the man grimaced and started to smoke again.

"With whom? With a hallucination? A figment of my brain?" he said, looking into his clear eyes and waiting for an answer.

Greed-ler's superior gaze did not disappear, only intensified. But he ignored the question.

"You could have listened to me right away and lived your life peacefully, without engaging in meaningless self-examination."

"How do you know if I want that?" Once-ler hummed.

"Believe me, I know. I can feel your thirst for biggering... I would even say that I personify it."

"If my thirst for biggering is so great that it has 'materialized’..." he made a gesture with his hands. "...in your form, then why do I still not know if I am doing the right thing? Why do I still have doubts?"

"Because you're a fool, Once-ler," he almost hissed these words. "You contradict yourself all the time. How much can you doubt when your business is so profitable and so glorifying? It would seem that the choice is obvious."

"You're not the one to can lecture me on morality," he said, and instantly felt Greed-ler's gaze grow harder.

"You know you can’t stop... You'll continue anyway, now you're just stalling for time, and I don't understand why," he took a couple more quick puffs.

Once-ler grimaced at these words and looked away. His mind was still torn into two parts, one of which could not help but have thought about biggering and the other have tried to control it.

While Once-ler was thinking about it, he didn’t noticed how Greed-ler came closer to him. Until he suddenly jerked his hand and pressed the hot end of the cigar to it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Once-ler cried out in pain trying to escape but Greed-ler didn’t care about it. He pressed Once-ler into the chair blocking all his movements. Greed-ler was rubbing the cigar in his forearm until the last light went out. Then he let go of his hand and Once-ler saw a fresh small burn appear on his fair skin. He shook his hand and then clenched his fist, trying to ease the pain. He looked at the man with a look of incomprehension.

"You're a fucking pathetic, Once-ler, and you know it," his eyes widened and looked right into Once-ler's heart, searching his insides. He was still standing close, almost hovering over him, his hand was on the back of the chair.

"If you can't stop me now, why don't you just give up?" Greed-ler said, his eyes were burning.

Once-ler rubbed his hand, his gaze still pierced with unconsciousness and focused on Greed-ler's eyes.

"Just submit to me," he continued. "And you'll finally stop being so miserable."

Once-ler looked away again, because he felt that there was some truth in his words, but he didn't want to admit it. How much longer would he beat himself up and force himself to make a choice, was it really that hard to make a final decision?

His thoughts were interrupted by something pressing between his legs. Greed-ler's knee was pressing down on his groin as a grimace, something like a smile, spread across his face.

"Come on, Oncie," he leaned into his ear and whispered. "I know you want to keep biggering".

Once-ler flinched as the other man's breath touched his face and ear.

"As I said..." he rubbed his knee against his groin again.

Thoughts in his head suddenly jumbled, trying to understand the absurdity of the situation. Doubts rushed in different directions while his legs shook slightly from the manipulation. Once-ler didn't think that his visions were so real and that he was being molested by himself. "This is getting out of hand," he thought and let out a nervous laugh, followed by a light groan.

"How is this going to help me?" Once-ler exhaled.

"You'll understand," said Greed-ler, continuing to play with his lower body.

"I didn't agree to this," he said, but he didn't interfere with the man's actions.

"But you didn't say no either..." Greed-ler's hand slid around Once-lerr's waist and teased his back. "Go ahead, take it off".

Now Once-ler was overwhelmed with shame for everything that was happening, for all his actions. But some part of his brain was forcing him to take part in this game, it was clearly craving it so much that it was dulling all other feelings. But he was not going to give up so easily either.

"I'm not doing this alone," Once-ler said, looking at the man with a challenge, unsure of his next move.

Greed-ler grimaced, stepped back a little, and looked down at his body. Once-ler slowly and easily removed one shoe, then the other, and now he just waited. He just couldn't stop it. His hesitation and a bit of common sense still prevented him from accepting what was happening. His gaze was fixed on Greed-ler's eyes, hoping to see him retreat and it would end in an awkward, empty silence like his other visits.

But with a couple of quick and clumsy movements, Once-ler's pants were on the floor. His light underwear with hearts looked terribly funny in the whole situation and covered his boner just as terribly.

"So you have money, but you can't buy new underwear," Greed-ler said with a sarcastic smile.

"Does this really bother you?" Once-ler was embarrassed, but he clearly didn't want to show it. But the presence of this underwear separated them, gave him another chance to stop, and made him doubt everything even more. To doubt the possibility and logic of this situation in general. But the desire grew unnaturally fast, especially when Greed-ler slowly spread his legs and then suddenly pressed his pelvis against him. Pressing against him, barely moving, clearly playing with him, he smiled genuinely for the first time, as it seemed to Once-ler.

"Are you going to continue to be naughty or are you going to go on by yourself?"

These actions and his talk turned Once-ler on even more, while he still tried to hold back his soft sighs. Once-ler still wasn't ready to give up completely. So he only slowly brought his leg up and pressed down on the man's chest, creating distance between them.

"Today you serve me completely," he said quietly, keeping his voice as confident as he could.

Greed-ler's eyebrow arched in sheer surprise at the look on his face. He roughly grabbed Once-ler's leg and pulled it away from his chest.

"This is the first and last time I will submit to your whims," he growled.

Once-ler felt a certain victory, though it wasn’t one. He was only pretending to have some control over the situation, over Greed-ler. They both realized this, and now Greed-ler was giving in to his every whim without much resistance. He pulled his underwear down impatiently, touching every millimetre of his legs. This attracted Once-ler even more, as did the fact that he still had his long socks on.

"Oh, Oncie, we haven't even started," the man said, but not to Once-ler, but rather to his big boner.

Before Once-ler could respond to this remark, the man had already moved his hands closer to his buttocks. He fondled them as lewdly as he had done everything before.

"Will you ever stop commenting on everything?" said Once-ler, squirming against his movements. Greed-ler only smiled at that.

Now his long fingers moved closer and closer to the centre. They were touching the entrance barely, even delicately, causing Once-ler's breathing to quicken. The middle finger entered without much effort, but Once-ler must have shuddered and clenched even more.

"Oh, has Oncie been playing with his toys again for so long that I can insert so easily? Or maybe you finally found someone to fuck you?" Greed-ler said dismissively, searching his eyes and slowly moving his finger inside.

"It's none of your business," Once-ler squeezed out, holding back moans caused by both discomfort and skillful movements.

Greed-ler waited a moment and hummed.

"You're really pathetic, Once-ler," he abruptly pulled out a finger and inserted two more. "The only thing you're good at is being a boy to fuck, nothing more." A sharp pain pierced his entire lower body, and he let out a distinct moan. But the wave of pleasure quickly washed it away and now only his excited whimpers could be heard in the room.

"You're worthless, Once-ler... You gave up so easily. I thought you'd at least try a little," he continued to move his fingers in different tempos, teasing as his other hand caressed his hips.

Once-ler's slight whimper echoed through the room along with his thoughts.

"What a vivid reaction, Once-ler. No way you’re really gonna come just due to my fingers.

"S-Shut the fuck up... Stop it..." Once-ler barely managed to say, feeling that these words pleased him too much.

"You seem to be forgetting yourself again," Greed-ler said and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Hey, did you hear me?" he said, pulling and trying to inflict a little pain. Once-ler just hummed with pleasure, looking into his constricted pupils.

"You're so disgusting..." Greed-ler spat out contemptuously and unclenched his hand.

Now his fingers began to move rapidly, forcing Once-ler to tighten his grip on Greed-ler’s shoulder and twist the arm of the chair with the other. This picture clearly satisfied Greed-ler more.

"Well, enough playing around," he said with ferocity and pulled his fingers out sharply, causing Once-ler to yelp. When Once-ler looked up at him, he noticed the appraising look again, while hungry teeth spread into a smile. Greed-ler began to slowly unbuckle his belt.

Seeing his throbbing dick, Once-ler could barely keep from apologizing for his earlier words and begging him.

"Come on... hurry up..." he said quietly, even a little roughly, his breathing quick and intermittent.

"Just look at him…" instead of finally getting to the point, Greed-ler wrapped his arms around both of their dicks and slowly began to move his hand. The movements were light and even gentle, especially compared to the previous ones. He gently caressed both dicks, completely focused on it. The more Greed-ler touched him, the more Once-ler wanted to belong to him completely.

Greed-ler stopped it suddenly as soon as he decided for himself that it was enough. He shamelessly pulled Once-ler's legs up so that they were wrapped around his hips. The chair was terribly uncomfortable for this, but he didn't care much. He wrapped his hands around Once-ler’s thighs and rubbed the protruding bones. Once-ler once again felt that appraising, haughty look on his face.

Greed-ler moved the head of his dick teasingly around his anus. Once-ler's impatience had already reached its limits and was making him almost gasp for breath with every Greed-ler’s movement.

He saw a sharp smile appear on Greed-ler's face again. Once-ler was distracted and only closed his eyes completely for a second when Greed-ler abruptly put it inside. Once-ler’s muscles were contracting and his voice was trembling, but in his mind, Once-ler was only begging for a quicker continuation.

Greed-ler was playing with him, teasing and exciting him, he was barely moving, smoothly and slowly, rocking his hips. With each stroke he entered deeper, but he still advanced in a stretched manner, forcing Once-ler to clench his lips and stop each moan. The intensity of the vibrations increased as Once-ler squeezed his shoulder. Each thrust felt special to Once-ler like endless comfort, boundless knowledge, a gracious feeling that increased his already unbridled desire.

Shame for his weakness no longer overwhelmed him. The word "terrible" flashed through his mind for the last time, and the same strong "pleasant" replaced it at the end. A little more and he won’t have no regrets at all, because now only bliss enveloped him. Once-ler's mind went completely blank when he felt Greed-ler finally move as fast as he should. He could no longer hold back his violent, frequent moans, and there was no point in doing so anyway. The belt buckle periodically hit his buttocks, making him feel a tantalizing pain.

At some point, the sensations became too abstract, and therefore even deeper, and Once-ler forced himself to look up. His eyes widened with shock, as he thought he had completely lost his mind. He could see clearly, but he could still see the lower parts of their bodies gradually merging. He could not tell where his body began and Greed-ler's ended. Either because of the euphoria he had never experienced before, or because of other factors he was not able to think about, reality was becoming unattainable for him. He looked into Greed-ler's eyes with a mute question, and the eyes were as clear as ever. But a horrible grimace stretched across his face with a triumphant smile.

"Shhh..." the man tilted Once-ler's head back with his hand. "You'd better enjoy it without seeing anything."

Greed-ler was pushing him harder and harder on his dick, now moving his hips roughly, if they could still be called that. Once-ler gave in to his movements, his legs pressing harder and harder against his back, and he could no longer keep his eyes on Greed-ler’s face.

Suddenly, a warm mass spilled into Once-ler’s stomach, his eyes closed, and he could only feel it spreading inside him. Too much, too strong, too pleasant.

For a moment longer, and pleasure became a purely material concept for him. Now it was actually filling his entire insides, leaving no free space. He felt it reaching his head, and then it was also filled with something barely familiar, incomprehensible to him, but terribly languid. His own brain seemed to melt, as did his entire body, and he was overcome with frenzy. And then, it seemed, the last particles of his own consciousness disappeared along with the final moans, the sound of which will forever remain within these walls.

***

Once-ler found himself in his chair, dressed in his usual clothes, but a little disheveled. His head hurt terribly, and his body felt too vulnerable. Rubbing his face, he stood up and looked at the wall. The golden clock read almost four o'clock in the morning. He walked over to the window, which was usually covered by a shutter, and opened it wide. Fresh morning air filled the room, but it still couldn't displace the strange smell he felt. Rubbing his arm, he noticed a small, bright irritation in one spot, but he didn't pay much attention. He went out to the balcony and tried to breathe in with a full chest. From there, he could see a view of a colorful, sometimes bald, forest filled with machines waiting for workers. His body was covered with pleasant orphans from the mild cold and the realization of the scale of his project. A slight, satisfied smile stretched across his face and a small laugh escaped his lips in relief. He turned around and looked around his office. It also had a great view from the balcony. He remembered his thoughts from yesterday.

"I need a bigger office."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

ideas you wanted ideas I deliver

that heart event where Lance is like, "wanna accompany me while I work in the Badlands?" But instead of the farmer, he asks Isaac because he needs someone to "watch his back", he really doesn't, he just wants Isaac to spend a day off work but the man refuses to take any vacation

I think Lance was talking about it in Highlands, not Crimson Baldlans. On the other hand, why not describe Badlands too?

Thank you for this fluff idea and enjoy!☺️🫰

"Right behind you"

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"Such amazing landscapes... put me in a dreamy thoughts."

Isaac didn't understand what kind of "dreamy thoughts" could be set by the crimson horizon and endless sandstorm, where monsters from the darkest depths were swarming. Maybe, for example, mighty snow-capped mountains, or a calm peaceful green meadow covered with flowers of different shapes and colors - he can see the beauty and greatness in something like this. But here? This view at the Crimson Baldlans post is just sad and depressing. But Lance apparently knew better.

"And what do you dream about? About busty women and where to get drunk?"

The scarred adventurer's comment made Lance chuckle a little. But it wasn't mostly because of Isaac's rather peculiar sense of humor, but the fact that, having been a couple for about a year now, he hadn't stopped hiding his soft spot behind a crude mask of indifference and cold-bloodedness even in front of Lance.

"My oh my," Lance hummed, turning his violet eyes straight into a pair of Isaac's dark, anthracite eyes. "I don't recall you being the jealous type."

In the past, Isaac would have furrowed his eyebrows at his pink-haired lover's attempt to tease him, but it had become such a routine for them that now Isaac just rolled his eyes. In another exchange of barbs, it was a draw for these two.

"While such a view may, and deservedly so, be repulsive, I find Crimson Baldlans mesmerising in its own way." Lance once again directed his gaze to the horizon, watching the infernal sun slowly fade into the sunset.

"I've seen enough of that already. And..." Isaac's voice became half a tone quieter and his dark eyes filled with sadness, "when I look at the Badlands, all I see are their faces..."

Lance looked at him sympathetically. Seeing Isaac so vulnerable and grief stricken was painful. The ghosts of his fallen comrades still haunted him, and he still berated himself for failing to protect them. Well, Lance can't afford for his partner to go back to being in pain, can he? And it's better to start with a change of scenery.

"Well, then I suggest you enjoy some other, equally breathtaking view. Besides, I was going to ask for your help on my patrol anyway."

"How is it that the great second-in-command of the First Slash Clan and hero of noble bloods can't handle a couple of slimes in the woods?" Anything to take his mind off the intrusive thoughts and faces of dead adventurers, anything, get him out of here, this is unbearable, anything...

"I wouldn't call them an inconsequential problem. The monsters there are quite a threat, they are stronger and more ferocious than their counterparts in the Mines. There's a one particular monster at the top of Highlands that we've called 'The Bully'. And if you're interested, you can come with me and find out why."

Both men stood silent for half a minute before Isaac finally said: "Alright. Let's go." Lance smiled softly.

"Take my hand. And no need to make that face, dear," the gallant adventurer laughed slightly as his dark-haired lover rolled his eyes again.

It was one thing to teleport yourself to the right place with a totem, and quite another to feel the threads of someone else's magic surrounding you for a moment.

Lance was right - the forest area in the Highlands was truly mesmerising and alive.

"Ah, now that's a view..." Lance took a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the light breeze of the spring wind.

"...Yeah, really beautiful." Isaac's gaze, though, was directed at Lance himself, who was distracted by considering the terrain.

"I meant the scenery, my dear."

Or not so distracted.

Isaac immediately decided to change the subject, feeling his cheeks flush slightly at the realisation that Lance had caught his gaze. "So are we going after your 'Bully' or not?"

"This way," the pink-haired man's smile grew even bigger, and he strode forward down the familiar path while Isaac walked behind him.

Whoever this Bully is, he wouldn't dare touch Lance, Isaac thought, keeping up with his lover and occasionally grumbling at the thick bushes that were always snagging his already battered cloak.

[mercurygray]

I don’t know if you’re still accepting prompts but if you are could I get a Ron and Billie Jealous au for your brand of brothers fic? Or one where Ron leaves his wife for Billie (I know it’s messy but babe I love drama and I need angst)

I'm so sorry this took so long, Maddie! I went in a slightly different direction with this, but it's a scene I've been meaning to write for a while - the two of them meeting post-war and post-everything.

Hawaii was supposed to be nice, this time of year.

That was what all the travel adverts said, anyway - not that Billie would get much of a chance to see it. Airline stewardesses didn't make enough to take a week away on the beach - an overnight in the airport hotel, perhaps a daiquiri in the bar, and then it was straight back out the next morning, listening to all those eager vacationers asking how she'd liked the sand and the surf.

But despite those setbacks Billie could honestly say that she liked her job. The pay was good, and the hours weren't terrible, and she could say that she'd been to some fabulous places over the last five years - up to and including not spending any time at home in Philadelphia with her mother, who would keep wondering aloud when she was going to get married. When are you going to meet someone, her mother kept asking. Surely there are single men on planes.

What, you mean all of those bored businessmen looking for a little heavy petting away from home? Those single men? Those were the only kind she met these days - unless you were talking about the pilots, who were just as bad at keeping commitments.

No, she wasn't going to meet anyone here, and that was just the way she liked it. At present she had no obligations and nothing to tie her down, and that was just the way she liked it, too. Billie fixed on her face in the forward galley and made her way down the aisle, offering to help 7B with her bag, and to find a souvenir plane for the little boy in 12C.

There was laughter, a few rows back - a group of officers in class As, crusher caps and all, each with an identical briefcase and a smile that only got wider as she walked by. Hawaii was probably only a stopover for them - one night at the airbase and then on to Japan. Five years ago they wouldn't have been laughing about this flight - but five years was a long time. Billie tried to move by, brushing by the one joker who was still loitering in the aisle.

"And how about you, gorgeous?" he asked with a grin. "Are you free when we get there?"

One born every minute. "Terribly sorry, gentlemen, but I have other plans."

"Aw, but are they more fun than us?" his friend asked, rising from his own seat to block her in a moment, taking one hand and wrapping his free arm around her waist, his hand resting casually on her ass. "Maybe some drinks and dancing?"

Billie felt her blood rising, felt the urge to clench her fist and punch him square in the gut starting to pick up speed. She'd be allowed, if she were somewhere else. But stewardesses had to be cleverer with their jabs. She was just mustering her very best smile when someone spoke behind her.

"Is there going to be a problem here, Captain?"

Immediately the hands dropped - and Billie's face did, too. I know that voice. "No, Major Speirs, sir. Of course not."

And then there was another man behind her, looming. "When you speak to a lady, you call her ma'am." She took a deep breath, and turned around, only to come face to face with the same familiar dark eyes she knew she'd find. "Miss Mitchell."

It was a good thing the other man had called attention to his rank, because she wouldn't have been able to see it. She was too busy looking at him. "Major Speirs." And it took every ounce of strength she had not to call him Ron, because here he was, and exactly as she remembered, and the way his voice wrapped itself around her core felt as though it were only yesterday that they'd been in bed together, chuckling over shared cigarettes.

And one of his men had been feeling her up, and he looked spitting mad about it. Or at least, as mad as Ron ever looked, which was to say he had a kind of fire behind his eyes that you wouldn't notice until it burned you.

A bell rang overhead for the captain to speak, and everyone resumed their seats - and now those eyes were following her through the whole plane.

Billie knew how she looked to men in her uniform- the pencil skirt, cut to display a tight derriere and a fine pair of legs, the tailored coat with its bracelet sleeves, the pert hat over perfect hair. But she was unsure, now, how she looked to him. Did he like tight skirts, or the look of her calves in seamed stockings and heels? Was the way she dressed her hair now still attractive? Or did he only love the woman in fatigues with her unwashed hair in a braid, the one he could ask, laughing, Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?

She didn't know. And she wasn't sure she could stand the answer if she asked.

The captain turned the loudspeaker on, mentioning the gateway, and taxiing, and takeoff, and everyone took their seats and put their seatbelts on, and the engine roared them down the jetway. Billie's stomach was already in her mouth.

Ron Speirs. On her airplane.

It wasn't quite a full flight to Hawaii - eager vacationers, anxious for the sun, businessmen talking rice and pineapple and a dozen other commodities, and the small contingent of officers, all of whom seemed to have learned their lesson the first time and refrained from saying more than two words to her as she went by. All of them - and Ron.

She brought the cart around for drinks, tidied away newspapers and magazines, and studiously avoided him until she was doing the second round of drink service and he flagged her down. The seat next to him was empty, taken up by a briefcase and his own crusher cap - the privileges of rank.

"Billie, please. Stay a moment."

"I have a job to do."

"I'll take coffee."

She poured it without thinking, straight black, nothing in it, just the same way he'd always drunk it during the war, and set the cup down in front of him. "Some cream and sugar, please," he said, and she stared for a moment before realizing what it was he was doing - creating a reason for her to stay.

"So they promoted you," she said, taking her time with the sugar. "I didn't know if you'd stay in."

"I didn't have a reason to get out," he said, and as she set the cup down and he steadied it on his table she noticed his hand was bare - no ring. "We…separated," he offered, quietly. "There was …someone who needed her more." The casual way he said it nearly broke her. "I see one of us did all right, though," he said, smiling as he gestured to the diamond solitaire on her own hand. "Who's the lucky fellow?"

She looked down at the ring like she'd forgotten it was there - because she had forgotten she had it on. Her hand clenched like that would somehow hide it. "Oh, he - he doesn't exist. Sometimes it helps with - deterrence."

"And what do you tell them about him, when they ask?"

I tell them that he's very handsome, and we met during the war, and that he's a captain in the army. "Oh, this and that. Pretty lies." She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"I am, too." He glanced up at her with a brief smile, as if he were somehow afraid to hold her eye. "Do they give you some time for fun, after these long hauls?"

"Not much," she admitted. "But I can smell the sea, from the airport hotel, and that's usually good enough."

"They have me at the airport, too," he said vaguely. "Army travel budgets."

Down the aisle, someone else gestured, and she replaced the coffee on her cart. "Don't let me keep you," he offered, and she continued on down the row.

15C needed a gin and tonic with less emphasis on the tonic and more emphasis on the gin, and as she poured, her eyes glanced backwards down the aisle, catching a glimpse of dark eyes leaning slightly to the left, watching her from behind his hand with a different kind of fire, his coffee untouched in front of him.

Hawaii was nice, this time of year - if you had time to see any of it, that is. But five years was a long time.

(She was just hanging up her uniform when there was a knock at the door, and a pair of dark, fiery eyes behind it - tie loose, very sober. He looked her in the eye with longing. "Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?")

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 16 "young at heart" thoughts

oh this was an episode that had me on EDGE. and then also laughing because it was so ridiculous. that man grew salamander hands.

"i still don't get it. what does this have to do with us?" "robbing a jewelry store is a federal crime" (dana scully, in the flattest voice you have ever heard) "thanks" <- yeah i did laugh so hard i had to rewind at that point. so what!

mulder greets his old pal by singing his name... never beating the nerd allegations

(and clearly this is normal for them, because his friend says "i hate when you do that" which makes it even funnier)

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! he had his first case with the FBI at the age of 28! something went terribly wrong because he wouldn't shoot the robber, and the bad guy killed another agent! he has been blaming himself for this for years! and the robber, who was thought to be dead, is somehow back and stalking him!

when scully learns about this, she tells him that she thinks he did the right thing by not taking the shot, but this makes him VERY angry. he slams the door on her, and ran away to watch the dead guy's kid play football. ouch! that's gotta hurt. he tends to be very under control, so seeing him like this was jarring.

then he finds out he's being followed while still at the football game and screams "I'LL GET YOU, YOU BASTARD!" which had to make the kid's parents feel deeply uncomfortable

as if mulder hasn't suffered enough in this episode with the guy who killed his coworker and vowed to kill him coming back, the very same man to whom mulder earlier sang to as a greeting just said that "spooky mulder" is a "liability" and "an embarrassment" to the FBI. at this point in the episode my jaw dropped!

(he doesn't seem to take too much offense to this- instead seeing it as his pal warning him that maybe the guy who is stalking him is in the fbi- but i took deep offense on his behalf!)

the next scene we got was a flashback to the trial of the robber and i wrote "is this lawyer the same woman that played eve in the eve episode" but i don't have any immediate intention of finding out if that is true or not... but wouldn't it be funny if it was.

mulder stops his testimony and screams at the robber that he should "die like an animal, you son of a bitch", to which i wrote in my notes, was "another jaw drop moment"!

i love getting to see the composed character lose it. it's clear that mulder took this very, very personally, and that it haunts him. love to see an insight into the past and love that he looked the same in the flashback but with a slightly different hairstyle.

then medical scully comes into play when she requests the dead guy's records and notices that it seems impossible for him to have died of a heart attack if he was in perfect health a few months before... hmm...

(i love when scully goes Doctor Mode it is one of life's simple pleasures)

mulder was still at work at 10:45 at night in the next scene which is adding fuel to scully's theory that he doesn't have a life lmao

but then the robber breaks in and kills his friend, inflicting even more pain upon mulder, who has really had to deal with a lot, and this can only intensify the guilt he was already facing for not shooting the bad guy so many years earlier. it also shows that he remembers the details of those around him- the ages of the other guy's kids, their hobbies, that this friend was writing a novel, that his wife had died of cancer- all of which haunt him further

(also just evidence of his fantastic memory but this is the Sad edition of that fact)

scully does more doctor detective work: the guy who proclaimed our robber dead lost his license for doing unethical experimentation!

next we had what i wrote in my notes in all caps as a "SCULLY GLASSES MOMENT!" where she was writing her case notes and saying there was NO EVIDENCE to support mulder's theory that this fellow was de-aging himself. but someone was breaking into her apartment! and it was accompanied by eerie latin chanting!!!! oh i was stressed!!! he got away in the nick of time when the evil doctor showed up at her door!!!!

(also noticed she has a little fabric cat hanging on her door <3)

so the doctor gave this robber man salamander hands. mulder seems naturally disgusted by this but scully is in Doctor Mode and finds that fascinating. i find myself somewhere in between the two, laughing at the mental picture.

but the salamander robber stalker man stole the evil doctor's research, and is now bargaining with the US government to sell them the secrets of anti-aging! doctors hate this one man's simple tricks!

(mulder is very angry about this. i sympathize, but also feel that dealing with a salamander murderer de-aging guy is probably one of the less morally dubious things the FBI has gotten up to in its time, so make of that what you will)

scully comes out of the shower with wet hair <3 sopping wet kitten <3

(honestly she needs to move like people keep breaking into her place and it's stressing me tf out)

so now she has to be the bait because the bad guy robber stalker salamander is coming to her friend's recital! and she's nervous so mulder winks at her across the room. ohhhhhh my gosh. oh man. someone hold me.

(and dana scully is the kind of friend who goes to her pal's cello recital <3)

despite the stalking and killing salamander man has done, mulder is insistent on taking this guy alive, which speaks to his moral virtue but also provided foreshadowing for what would happen next: evil salamander hands takes scully's friend hostage thinking mulder won't shoot, but he DOES. and the eerie latin chanting returns while this occurs. more guilt! more guilt! that's what latin chanting is about!

scully is also shot at, and she looks down at her chest, sees a bullet in it, and sighs deeply. which would frankly also be my reaction. turns out she was in 8 layers of kevlar, so she's hurting, but she's okay. but i laughed a lot. ugh. shot at again. another day at the office for scully.

she then tells mulder she's proud of him for shooting that guy knowing about his reservations in the past. it is a full circle moment. scully was proud of him for not shooting all those years ago and now she is proud of him for pulling the trigger. she recognized the growth it took in each of those moments and the sorrow that lies behind mulder's seemingly aloof exterior.

overall, a really great episode!! i enjoyed it in both its seriousness and campiness of a de-aging salamander man being our monster of the week. seeing fox mulder tormented with puns about his name gave us a good look into his past that he seems to keep at a distance, and allowed us to examine his moral qualms with the need to pull the trigger and how he holds onto that Guilt that composes the core of his character. the guilt that compels him to do what he does, devote his life to tracking down extraterrestrials so he can find his sister, that guilt for failing to keep people close to him safe, and that guilt that comes from never being able to fully be in control of a shifting world around you. he Needs to protect and he cannot do that all the time and that eats him alive. a very compelling gentleman to me personally.

[stayp1eceposts]

PERCY JACKSON EPISODE 7 SPOILERS!!! (and also for the book if you haven't read it!!)

So, as always, FANTASTIC episode.... But..

There were soo many things that I waited the week to see, that they either changed, or completely left out.

A lot of the changes they did in the series are not changes that bother me or they're changes I really liked, but this time they did me dirty.

The struggle in crusty's??? The waiting room filled with dead people??? The whole oh no cerberus is after us what are we gonna do omg wait cerberus is just a big puppy that wants to have some fun???

I know they did still technically have that last one but it was very different from the book.

Now see, I don't mind that it's different from the books, this is Rick's chance to rewrite the book but with the knowledge he has of what happens in the whole book series.. But some things I think affected the episode a bit on the negative side.

Another thing that does annoys me at times, but truly isn't the end of the world, is that too often the characters just. Know. They meet a new monster and they immediately know who it is and what they do. Where as in the book they find out the hard way. Knowing that they've reached medusas lair before they see the statues to prove it, knowing how to defeat crusty before even walking into his shop (otherwise Annabeth wouldn't already be wearing her cap, fight me) etc. I think the overall show would be slightly improved, had they just added maybe 10 minutes to every episode, and used those extra minutes to show our heroes actually in trouble. Percy doesn't know how to properly fight yet, show him learning. They do that, but I think they could do it more.

I don't mind the telling, not showing, because the entire first book is just a huge infodump. The people that are mad at that, needs to read the book (again)

Also, that is EXACTLY how I envisioned hades to be. Not so somber, not the hadestown version of hades (tho I really do love hadestown hades) but the dorky, clever little bastard that was in episode 7. Thank you! I immensely enjoyed every second of those few minutes of screen time he had. But I do think some scenes were too short. Don't come for me, I know a lot of the "fights" from TLT are way shorter than some people might remember, but they did almost die in crusty's shop and I wanted persassy talking to charon and sailing the Styx.

I did like that they kept the shoes dragging grover to tartarus, that gives a lot of info to non readers about who the traitor is.. One thing about tartarus though... I clearly remember it as a cave with a huge bottomless pit? I could be wrong, and honestly, it being in a cave or the middle of a desert is not something that is too important to me, I just thought the cave set the whole mood. Ykno, with Artemis being trapped in there in TTC and all that. But again, not That important to me.

The only thing that has legitimately bothered me about this show, has been the lighting. As someone who is incredibly passionate about lighting, and wants to become a professional in the field, watching (or struggling to) some of the scenes, were so annoying. They could do better than giving Pjo the DC treatment. I watch the show on my computer, in a dark room, with the screen light on max, and still couldn't see certain scenes in the show (like the amusement park, the minotaur, fields of asphodel etc)

There's many ways to show the audience that it's so dark the characters might have trouble seeing, without the audience feeling the same way.

I'm so sorry about the length of this, I had stuff to say. But no one will ever get me to dislike this show. I love it, so so soo much, sometimes there are just things I'm insanely excited to see, as a book reader, that doesn't happen and I'm a bit sad about that, no matter how good bad or neutral the changes are.