#and the fact that they use time loops to take advantage of a bit. now THAT is how u do it

[ajdrawshq]

wheres that one post thats like do u ever find a character that feels so specifically tailored to ur interests that it almost pisses u off. that is siffrin to me rn

[forsworned]

USE YOUR HEART ft. NEEDY!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Warning(s): Sexual Content, Grinding, AFAB!Reader, Mentions of Narcotics

Synopsis: Simon is high off of morphine and it reveals his true feelings for reader...

Author's note: Idk because @dmitriene told me to do it and i <3 her

"I don't wanna be alone."

His voice breaks as he reaches out to you. His usual stoic demeanor had completely diminished in your presence. For the first time, Simon was needy. You gaze down at his hand gently gripping your hand, "I need you." He says. Pleas even. Dark, stormy, and now conflicted eyes are peering up at you and he tugs you toward him. You didn't know how to react. Seeing Simon so injured and broken makes you feel some type of way. Somewhat wrong, but somehow...powerful?

"You need me?" You finally spoke up. His Adam's apple bobs up and down.

"Yes.” He croaks out.

The morphine that has been coursing in his system finally kicks in and you were experiencing the lowering inhibitions of Simon Riley, not Ghost.

The Simon Riley laying out on the infirmary bed before you at this moment was vulnerable, desperate, and reliant on your presence and aid--insistent even.

But naturally, you're hesitant. A situation like this is compromising and delicate. Given the nature of the circumstances and his stature, he is obviously still at an advantage, but it feels wrong to pounce at the opportunity. You don't want to feel like a predator skulking about as he studies you with reliant, onyx hues.

You look at the time on your watch.

12:38 AM

It was quite late, but the tugging of his hand over yours disrupts your train of thought.

"C'mere. I want you by my side." He susurrates and you're in a bit of a trance at the resonance of his soothing, sleepy tone. It's not its usual gruff and gravelly, but instead a lulling rasp that pulls you in.

"It's late, Lieutenant." You gently chide as you attempt to pry his fingers off your wrist, but he takes his free hand over your own and pulls you flush against him. Goddamn, he was strong. Even in his dazed and confused state, he is built like a fuckin' boulder.

But he's not listening to you as he fiddles with your fingers, tracing over the skin and where it creases and finely wrinkles. Over the nail bed, and the unfiled ridges, down to the chip that you earned from earlier when you reached for your gun in your holster too quickly. He's thumbing over the half-moon on your thumb and then the scar on the meat of your palm before he brings it to his masked lips as if to kiss it over the fabric.

A small, shuddering breath escapes you, and your eyes are glazing over before you swallow thickly. He cups your hand over his jaw and inhales sharply as he closes his eyes.

"Don't care." He replies, curling his bicep around your waist and secures you so have nowhere to go.

Your heart thuds at the contact and your cheeks are teeming with warmth. And suddenly it feels like the heat in there is turning to the max because you're sweating like a dog under his keen gaze and snug hold on you.

"Want you to stay." And it's as if he's speaking purely from the heart when he looks at you like that. You want nothing more but to crumble into his arms and cave into whatever feelings are lurking within you, but there's an urge to maintain your professionalism. And Simon senses that. He wants you to let go.

Why? He didn't know. Be it the drugs, the near-death experience, or the fact that you look utterly gorgeous under the strong moonlight or all of the above; he wants you with all his being.

His bandage-wrapped fingers loop around the bottom of his mask and he's lifting it up to expose just his lips as it scrunches up under his nose. Even if you have seen the sight a multitude of times over the years of knowing your Lieutenant, it is always as awestriking as it was the first time you saw it. His pretty rosy lips kiss at your wrist and you're stunned.

"Stay." He croaks out.

"And then what?"

You can't help yourself from asking such a silly question. You just need to feel needed by him because there is just something about the clinginess in his body language that pulls you in for more. If Simon is being honest right now, he's on cloud motherfucking nine. He's so high that everything feels like tunnel vision right now and you're the only damn thing he can focus on, not that he would want to focus on anything else.

So when he's telling you to stay, he damn well means it. But he also wants more. He's telling himself not to be too hasty, at least the logical part of him, though he is following his heart's desires. And his heart is conveying to him that he yearns for your closeness, for all your regard, and selfishly enough, your own heart.

At this point, all reasoning is being tossed out the window when he fixates on your trembling, shimmering eyes and your quivering glossed lips that are slightly chapped. But he's thinking to himself, one kiss. One kiss would fix that for you.

Simon is no longer struggling to sit up when he's tensing you closer to him feeling the sweat wetting the small of your back. His brows slightly raise and you feel your cheeks flush at his little observation, but he's not halting his motion to close the short distance between you two. He's bringing his hand over the nape of your neck, carding his scarred fingers through the tendrils of your hair and a soft sigh leaves your lips.

And the way you visibly relax draws out a small smile onto his lips as your foreheads collide. You don't even dare to open your eyes. You swallow thickly as you feel your breath become shallow and sharp. It fans against his lips and he's feels even more enticed to just kiss you.

"Dammit, [name]..." He finally breathes out. And you're eyes are on him and he can feel a thrill creep up his chine when he sees the flash of longing overcome your half lidded gaze.

And now you're yearning to bridge the distance, creeping closer to him, nudging your nose against his, and faintly brushing your lips over the stubble on his philtrum. You notice how his chest huffs out, stuttering as it leaves his lungs.

Long blonde lashes tickle at your own as your lips graze and you're heart is thumping out of your chest. You feel yourself holding back from your own hankerings but the moment that Simon brings his thumb to skim over your bottom lip, you feel the tension snap like a rubberband and you're crashing your lips against his. To hell with ethical conduct and decorum, you want nothing more than to satiate your thirst for him.

And with every kiss, you feel like your hunger is being appeased. The ferocity that grows in the depths of your groin is clawing out as you clamber on top of him and you're tuning out the noisy heartbeat monitor that's becoming rapid. And it cuts out, thanks to the swift movement of Simon pulling out the cord so he can nestle his hands under your shirt and slip his tongue between your open-mouth kisses.

He's losing himself in you and he doesn't care because the feeling of your nails digging into his abdomen is more than pleasant. As if the morphine wasn't dizzying enough, he was starting to feel like he was reaching some sort of seventh heaven. Especially when he hears the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he thumbs atop your hardened bud and gently tweaks it between his fingers.

The tent that's starting to feel like it's pitching between his legs is getting ground upon and he shudders at how fucking good it feels.

"Fuck." He murmurs as he lifts your shirt up to expose your breast to him and he's latching his lips to your sensitive nipple. It's a soft probing of his tongue against the erogenous zone and you're instantly arching your back and he grasps at your hips to abrade your clothed sex against him. And it feels so fucking good.

So, naturally, you're not stopping. And Simon can't help but become absorbed in your pleasure. Your milky moans are like music to his ears as he switches over to your other nipple. The friction builds in your lower belly as you get into a good rhythm and it becomes increasingly euphoric with every roll of your hips. And fuck, it's not even much but the way you are so touch-starved makes it all the better.

"Simon, I—hah—gonna—" You moan out, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tongue swirls around your bud. He's already addicted to the way you're saying his name between your whimpers.

"Cum." He commands, as he clutches your hips to help achieve your oncoming orgasm. His sexy, raspy voice is enough to send you over the edge and a terrific gasp escapes you as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath is gone and you feel like your voice melts into a deep, hot sweetness that soothes your electrifying nerves.

There is a brief pause of silence as you catch your breath and the embarrassment skulks in and you don't want to withdraw from him. You only focus on his heartbeat which slows and his breath that levels. Your throat tightens as you shift awkwardly and his hand on your hip feels a little limp. You take another moment to memorize how he smelled to help you calm your nerves.

The aroma of his natural musk enmeshed with the faint scent of cypress digs into your brain as you try your hardest to engrave his essence before it slips away. With one more breath of courage, you withdraw from him to face the music but it seems he's fast asleep. His thumb is still hooked into the belt loop of your jeans, and you can't help but giggle at him.

A small sigh leaves your lips as you calm down from your climax and your shaky fingers, lower his mask back down so it's stretching over his neck. Maybe if you slip away right now he'll think that it was just a nice little wet dream...

But you feel his hand cling to you as you try make your sweet escape.

"Thought I told ya to stay." He mumbles under his breath while he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you and making certain you're not leaving his side anytime soon.

There's a feeling of assurance that fluxes over your edginess and you can finally breathe again. Simon's body feels weightless as he lays in this infirmary bed with your toasty form atop his. It feels heavenly to have your figure pressed against him and he hums in contentment. He's replaying the sound of your moans and the way your body writhed under his touch. And you're starting to feel the rigidity of his dirty thoughts against the zipper of your jeans.

"You sure?" You murmur back, feeling the warmth sidle back into your cheeks.

His grin grows under his mask and you can feel it against your forehead. Sleep overtakes him, but he gives you one last squeeze.

"'m sure."

[thanksbutno98]

I just saw your recent post about Paul divorcing Mary. Would you be able to write a scenario where Paul and Mary get into a huge fight because of how Mary treats reader and Paul stays at Johns house for a bit, and the kids are so happy that their grandfather is there?

One Last Chance

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: So sorry for the delay this has been sitting in my drafts for a week and a half unedited. Not my finest work because I don’t have the energy to proof read.

Summary: It’s spooky season in the Price household. Usually the scariest thing for the children is a seasonal movie but this year it happens to be their father, John Price. But will he be the scariest part for you?

Wanting: Sexual themes, light smut, heavy make out session, getting caught in the act?, swearing, toxic in-laws, not edited.

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“Hold still, Lily.” John’s voice was gruff as his toddler screamed so loud his ears were ringing. She was kicking against him as she sat on the bathroom counter.

With a forced breath through his nose John tied the hair elastic one more loop and then quickly took his daughter off the bathroom counter and put the two year old back on the ground. With a high pitched scream Lily threw herself onto the floor and kicked and thrashed around. She threw the small shower mat and kicked over the fake potted plant. Her tantrum in full swing as she terrorized her father.

John had just spent the last twenty minutes getting her pigtails just right. It proved difficult when Lily squirmed the whole time and even bit him at one point. Unlike her calm siblings at this age Lily was a biter and determined to get her way.

Doing hair was surprisingly something John had a knack for. He would never admit it outside the house but when things were hectic you would send Evelyn to go find John to help her get her hair braided or up in a ballet bun. Fish tailed braids, French twists, and ballet buns were John’s specialties. Somehow his thick calloused fingers could do dainty work so well.

When Evelyn was about a year and a half John sat down next to you and watched you put braids in her hair. Being fascinated he had you teach him so you happily did. Now he was just as good if not better than you at most hair styles. Evelyn had commended him so much she became interested in how John shaved. It lead to her sitting on the bathroom counter and watching her father shave. It was cute because she would tell him if he missed a spot or if it was a little uneven.

In fact hair and grooming in general was something John took very seriously. Between his strict routine for his facial hair and the fact he would only let his barber cut his hair, you could say he was a bit obsessive about it. You thought it was a bit much at times but you loved the way he looked. The care he put into his personal grooming had you waiting in bed for him almost every night he reshaped his facial hair. John used that to his advantage. He’d shave when you were mad at him or when he wanted to get laid and it worked like a charm.

Tonight was one of John’s planned nights to shave. It was the annual Halloween party and John was going to dress as a soldier like he had almost every other year. Ever since he dressed up that one year John had been a good sport and wore the costumes you got him. This year you were letting him off the hook since this would be Lily’s first time trick or treating. John took on the responsibility of chasing her around so you could take it easy for once on a holiday.

This year was monumental for your family. Jj was going to go off with his friends to trick or treat and Evelyn was going to her friends slumber birthday party that was Halloween. So it would be you John and Lily for trick or treating.

John held you tight to his chest when you cried in private the previous night. Telling him you couldn’t believe how old your children were now and you hated that having one more wasn’t an option anymore. John consoled you, his own feeling of the loss weighing heavy. Now knowing you two would have tried for another made what happened when Lily was born bring up your old wounds. It was a reminder that you were still struggling with the inability to have anymore children and you might be for the years to come. It was a heartbreak you were going through together as husband and wife.

John reassured you that things were going to be okay. That focusing on yourself for once would help mend these deep seated feelings. John promised he would handle most of the load tonight so you could enjoy yourself at the party you two would be hosting. This meant getting the children into their costumes and ready before his family arrived.

Now John was dealing with his toddlers tantrum which he chose to let her work out on her own. Lily was proving to be the biggest handful at this age. Evelyn was a sweetheart as a toddler you just had to make sure she didn’t climb. Jj was a clumsy toddler constantly falling and wacking his forehead off everything. Lily was strong willed and determined to break you and John. It didn’t help that she was normally glued to John’s side meaning he was the one she wanted when her world was falling apart.

For the first time in your life your child wasnt a mamas girl/boy. Jj and Evelyn were your shadows as they grew and to this day still preferred taking to you when things were difficult. It wasn’t that they didn’t love John they just hadn’t had John as consistently in their lives like Lily had. John was there for almost the entirety of your pregnancy and even while pregnant the little girl would kick in your belly when she heard her father’s voice.

“Lily, do you need a hug?” John asked as he bent down slightly. He spoke softly to the flailing toddler dressed as a devil who responded by shrieking and throwing her pacifier across the bathroom. Her first Halloween you dressed her as an angel and it felt appropriate to dress her as the devil this year. John sighed and let her cry it out. Picking up the pacifier and tossing it on to the counter.

Turning back to the mirror, John pulled out his shaving kit. He had let his facial hair grow longer than usual. He made a conscious choice to have a thick beard. John had been contemplating changing up his look, it felt like it was time. The insecurity of his facial hair making him look older had him slowly moving towards just having a full beard.

When John was a teenager he would have light stubble, then stayed clean shaven until he reached the rank of lieutenant. Once a lieutenant John would have a go-tee in his personal life but be clean shaven when deployed. When you two got together you told him how good facial hair looked on him and it started the journey of the mutton chops. John had been contemplating sticking with the thick beard but would decided it was worth it after this last shave. It would take that little frown you made when he shaved that he knew you disapproved of the change.

Taking out his electric razor John got to work. John didn’t use shaving cream unless he was taking his entire beard off which hadn’t happened since Jj was three. You were so upset with him being clean shaven John decided not to do it again.

Running the electric razor over his chin John took his opposing hand and pulled his skin taunt so he could get a clean line for his mutton chops. Thats when he felt two little hands on the back of his right thigh and then felt the brutal sting of Lily’s teeth sinking into his flesh through his jeans. Lily bit down with all her might as the final retaliation from this tantrum. John was so encompassed by pain he pulled his hand away so fast and let out a hiss.

“Lily!” John yelled so loud the two year old stumbled backward from the volume.

John whipped around stared daggers at his daughter, who stumbled back and fell on to her butt. Lily’s cute tear stained face stared up at John like he had scared her senseless. Wide teary blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and jaw slack the two year old was silent as she stared at her father. Her tantrum becoming shockingly silent.

John instantly felt horrible for scaring his baby girl to a point she gave up on her tantrum. Then you gasped so violently John was convinced he had fucked up even worse than he realized. Maybe he scared Lily so bad you were even shocked at his behavior. Looking at you with an unsure look John watched your hand come up to your mouth and cover it in shock. You were shaking your head ‘no’ and then visibly cringed at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare her but she bloody bit me again.” John blurted out but was surprised to see you still shaking your head in a disapproving way.

“Your face.” You whispered out. Making your way into the bathroom you scooped up the now silent Lily who was still staring at John as if he was a stranger.

“What do you-“ John turned and looked at himself in the mirror. In absolute horror John stood eerily still as his eyes scanned over his face.

“FUCK!” John practically screamed at his reflection

In the haste of the situation John took off a large stripe of his facial hair. It stretched from the right side of his chin and continued up cutting a huge unforgivable gash in his facial hair. There was no salvageable option. He was going to have to shave it all off.

“John?” You asked completely unsure of how to comfort him. It felt like a loss for yourself now knowing John would be losing the beard.

“Please give me a minute.” John had placed both his hands on the edge of the sink and was now hunched over. It was clear to you John was grappling with now having to shave his entire face. He took so much pride in his facial hair it was devastating to have ruined it.

“Yeah, just. Yeah, I’ll be. I’m sorry. So are you going to shave it all off?” You stuttered out. The feeling of nervousness took over. You were unsure with how your husband was going to handle this. John never dealt this embarrassment well and you knew he was mortified that his facial hair had gotten messed up.

You couldn’t remember the last time John was clean shaven and you worried a bit about it. He was obviously very handsome with or without facial hair. But you had become accustom to his thick bearded face and the scratchy feeling of his kisses. That scent of his oils that turned you on or the feeling of his mustache tickling the curve of your back as John kissed your spine as he took you from behind.

“Go.” John said with his head still bowed and you didn’t wait for another word. You shut the bathroom door behind you and shuffled downstairs.

Once downstairs you began serving dinner as if nothing happened. You only went upstairs to tell John dinner was ready and thank him for getting Lily ready. Now you were placing your little devil into her high chair and then setting out the serving plates of food.

Jj’s job was to set the table and Evelyn was in charge of setting out water and loading the dishwasher with you. You two cleaned as much as you could before dinner and then the boys were left with the washing up when you were all done.

You made John’s favorite dinner. He loved a Sunday roast but what he couldn’t get enough of was your when you did a prime rib roast. You went all out and did his favorite roasted potatoes and smashed Brussels sprout with cheese. You even had a blueberry tart waiting for him after dinner. You felt so lucky to have planned his favorite meal on a day you knew he was going to be so upset it was almost irreparable.

You filled Johns plate before your children’s for the first time in a very long time. Jj and Evelyn stared at you confused as you loaded up the fattiest and rarest piece of steak for your husband and then doubled up on potatoes. The vegetables were forgotten as you drowned the plate in gravy just the way John loved.

“Is daddy okay?” Evelyn asked watching you strategically place the plate so it would look the most appealing. You shook your head ‘yes’ as you poured wine for you and John.

“Mum, you’re being weird.” Jj looked at you skeptically. It was strange feeling all your children’s eyes on you. Even Lily was smacking her hands on her high chair waiting for her food.

“What? Me?” You said so defensively they knew you were lying. Then serving their plates.

“Mummy you’re a horrible liar.” Evelyn said with a deadpan look. Before you could speak the eight year old screamed making you jump. You could tell Evelyn was genuinely scared or upset so you whipped around to see what was wrong.

“I don’t like it!” Jj added so quickly as you watched John walk into the room. Your eyes fluttered in surprise as you looked over your clean shaven husband. Heart pounding and palms immediately getting sweaty seeing John in a fitted white t-shirt and jeans.

John looked mean and serious like he was on duty. It was a flashback to the first time you met this man of steel with an assault rifle wrapped around him. You saw John from all those years ago who rocked your word on that beach and you gulped feeling your face heat up. Why were you getting shy? You were married to the man.

“What did you do to your face!” Evelyn was now kneeled on her chair and rapidly shaking her head back and forth in disapproval.

“Grow it back dad.” Jj added looking almost frightened by his father being clean shaven. Lily was staring silently at John like she had never seen him before. Leaning away and sticking out her arms for you to take her since her high chair was next to John’s seat.

“Up!” Lily screeched when John attempted to pat her on the head. She was treating her favorite person like a stranger. She was clearly not able to recognize this was in fact still her father.

John’s face turned even meaner as he went to take his seat at the head of the kitchen table. You didn’t realize what you had done until your lips were pressed to Johns soft and supple skin. He smelled of after shave and cedar with a hint of lemon grass. Placing a sweet kiss to his clean shaven cheek you sat down with a blush dusting your cheeks. You were acting like a bashful teen and you couldn’t get yourself to feel any different.

“You look so young.” You mumbled.

John was ready to dig in and ignore everyone’s comments on his horrible situation. Your comment caught him so off guard and when he looked at you staring straight down at your plate clearly flustered he didn’t feel humiliated anymore.

“You like it?” John asked ignoring his children’s complaints. All it took was your approval and the man would be at ease.

“No, I prefer your normal look. But it’s-“ you looked up and traced his features with your eyes. You couldn’t help how your eyes softened and you saw the man you fell in love with. You wanted to curl up in his arms and feel that young again.

“You’re just- you’re my John from Alfred Ave.” your words died off in a whisper and John instantly knew what you meant. He looked like he did all those years ago when you two lived in that shitty flat together. Back before you were married back before you had children. The days before the mutton chops.

“Daddy no! Don’t listen to mummy she’s crazy! Never shave ever ever again!” Evelyn took John by the shoulder and shook him as if to knock some sense into him. John brushed her hand off of him and grunted out for her to stop.

“I’m with Evie I want your beard back. I know it’s Halloween but you look a little too scary.” Jj couldn’t even focus on the food in front of him. John’s face fell and it was obvious he didn’t like the criticism.

“Oi, it’s my face I c-“

“NO! Please don’t daddy!” Evelyn interrupted before John could even plead his case. It was clear how they visibly saw their father one way. Seeing John clean shaven was something they’d never seen and they hated the change. It was too jarring since this was the first time they’d ever seen John without facial hair.

“Grow it back. Grow it back!” Jj and Evelyn both started chanting at John who shot them a very unimpressed look.

“Stop it. Your father is handsome with or without his facial hair. I don’t want to hear another word about it unless it’s nice.” You interrupted. Subconsciously you had your hand on John’s mid thigh as if you were protective of him. John was more focused on you than his children’s disapproval. You were clearly under some spell and drooling over him even if you pretend like you weren’t.

“Guess I won’t talk all dinner.” Jj grumbled.

“Fine then. I’m not suppose to talk to strangers.” Evelyn snipped right back.

“Stop being smart asses. That’s your mother’s job.” John’s joke landed so well you were laughing like some bashful virgin. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t funny John looked so much like he did all those years ago you felt love struck. Both your children looked at you with utter disgust.

“Are you flirting with dad?” Jj asked in disbelief.

“I’m not flirting with your father. And if I was so what? Would you want me to flirt with someone else?” You challenged your ten year old who looked like he had lost his appetite.

“Oh my god mum ew! You shouldn’t flirt ever!” Jj looked like he wanted to storm out but didn’t. Ever since he started to go through puberty he couldn’t stand you and John being sweet to one another.

“J, lighten up. Your mums a smart lady. Of course she flirts with a man like me.” John threw his muscular arms out in such confidence you found him mesmerizing. You wanted to climb him like a tree. Unable to help the way his muscles had your eyes raking over his torso.

“GROSS!” Jj and Evelyn almost screamed in unison.

“Okay both of you lighten up. Eat your dinner.” John shot their complaints down. One hand now on John’s knee and squeezing it.

“Darling, it’s amazing. Thank you.” John leaned over and kissed your cheek sweetly. He felt so in love the food didn’t matter before he had even taken a bite. Lily screamed again when John got too close for comfort.

“Even your thank you’s are gross.” Jj muttered as he shoved a huge bite of food into his mouth.

“Stop giving daddy heart eyes.” Evelyn mumbled as she pushed her food around her plate.

“Jj could you-“

“Darling this is delicious!” John cut you off his eyes going wide as he started to devour his plate of food. Evelyn had her head buried down into her food too and so did Lily. Jj looked around and started to eat reluctantly. Your children ate their dinner in silence avoiding their father and faking gagging whenever you giggled at John’s jokes. The two of you being the only ones to chat the entirety of dinner.

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John wasn’t sure what it was about him being clean shaven but you were all over him. Running your hand gently over his chest when you passed by or when he made you laugh leaning into his side and squeezing his bicep. You were giving him little pecks to the cheek or squeezing his muscular arms when no one was looking.

It was subtle and John loved how he had caught you staring twice already. Once was then he was holding sleeping Lily when you got in from trick or treating. Your eyes were scanning his broad shoulders and wandered down to his ass. Clearing his throat John watched you jump slightly and face turn rosy from being caught checking him out. You giggled it off and asked him if he blamed you.

It only became worse as the night progressed. John’s family was over and all the nieces and nephews. It was cute watching you start to get a bit tipsy. Your eyes no longer taking quick glances at his arms and chest but biting your bottom lip and giving him the most innocent doe eyes from across the room. It was like you had come to terms you were hot and bothered by your husband. Now playing coy and attempting to get him to chase after you. You were now being a bit of a tease.

Brushing your breasts against his chest or back if you squeezed by and bouncing on your toes when you two were talking so your breasts would jiggle just a bit. John’s eyes were wandering your body so you knew he was taking notice. Especially when you two were alone in the kitchen and you bent over right in front of him to grab a fallen napkin then ‘accidently’ backing into him. John had smacked your ass so hard you had to clap a hand over your mouth so you didn’t let out a pathetic squeal.

John felt such a sense of pride, his ego going straight to his head seeing what he was doing to you. It was fun seeing you all flirty with him after all these years together. You still found him desirable even after the wrinkles began to set in and he was getting a dusting of grey through his hair. John wouldn’t deny he was still head over heels for you. Your looks being the least impressive thing about you, and that was really saying something. Because John thought you were the most captivating woman he’d ever laid eyes on. To this day he struggled keeping his hands to himself and not dragging you every free moment you had upstairs to your bedroom.

Seeing you in your little skirt had your husbands head spinning. You threw on an old costume from years ago because you had no time to figure out one for yourself having three children. So you were dressed as a flapper, the black sequenced dress hugged your body and the skirt was shorter than you liked because it was next to impossible to find a costume that wasn’t slutty. You had ditched the hair accessory hours ago and couldn’t wait to get the fishnets you had on off.

“Want another?” Harrison John’s oldest brother asked you. The party had filled the first floor of your home with family and loved ones. Most of the adults were tipsy or drunk while all the children were in the living room watching a movie and playing games.

“I’m good. Im going to see what John’s up to.” You smiled politely. Harrison called you lame and so did Collin, Sarah’s husband, but you didn’t care. Laughing as Collin gagged from the shots him and Harrison took.

John had gone outside to smoke a cigar. This would be the perfect time to corner him. The way you were craving your husband to rail you was bordering desperate at this point. Stepping out onto the back patio you shut the back door behind you.

You didn’t see John immediately but once you walked toward the yard you caught sight of the glowing red tip of his cigar as he took a drag. John was leaning by the back of the house near the driveway. This part of your house jutted out and contained your laundry room that connected to the kitchen.

John was leaned against the wall his back pressed against the cool shingling. He had his beanie pulled tight on his head and stood there in his blue jeans and military quarter zip with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. You were cold in your cardigan that you threw over yourself and you wondered how he wasn’t having been out here for so long.

“Hey, there.” Your sweet voice carried through the air and was music to John’s ears. He had been hoping you’d follow him out here. That way he could cope a feel and get you even more worked up so you were absolutely desperate for him by the time the night ended. While smoking out here his mind had been wandering to all the things he was going to do to you later.

“Hello, darling.” The sound of his gruff voice strained from smoke was captivating.

You wanted to hear him in your ear, praising you, or even reprimanding you for being a tease all night. John held out his cigar as you approached silently offering you some. In your tipsy state you threw all your shame out the window stepping up to John and staring at him with the most innocent look you could muster. You watched his gaze darken seeing those obedient eyes you only ever wore in the bedroom.

“I’d prefer something else in my mouth. Something a lot bigger.” Batting your eyelashes you watched John chuckle lightly, casting his eyes down to your cleavage. He looked so handsome in the moon light. The white glow casting over his sharp jaw and the little freckle on his nose.

You were playing into his ego letting him know he was in control and you would bend to his every whim. Bringing the cigar back to his lips he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you tight to his chest. A squeak left your throat at the sudden movement but you couldn’t deny how warm he felt against your exposed skin. John loved that you were looking up at him like some bashful virgin. You knew what you were doing and John was eating it up. Playing innocent to coax out his rough and dominant side. Another rumbling chuckle left his parted lips as he blew the suffocating smoke in your face.

“Parties no where near over. You’re gonna have to wait, love.” You both were staring deeply into the other eyes. The tension between you two palpable. You thanked the heavens that this room off the house poked out just enough that no one inside could see you from the back door or bay window.

“John, I want you so bad.” There was a twinge of embarrassment as you lightly begged your husband for affection. Voice breathy and whiny as you ran your finger tips over the expanse of his chest. Perching up on your toes you kissed the soft skin of his jaw taking in the smell of his aftershave. Then peppering tiny kisses and little kitten licks down John’s neck.

A devilish smile spread across John’s bare face and you watched patiently as he flicked his cigar to the ground and squashed it out with heel of his boot. The arm he had around your waist tightened as he moved your bodily quickly. Your feet lifting from the ground for only a second. Letting out a gasp you allowed your husband to manhandle you. Turning you around and pinning you to the cool siding of your home. One fleeting hand behind your head to make sure he didn’t bang it against the wall in his haste.

Your lips crashed together, tongues intertwining, and teeth clacking as you both desperately kissed the other. The taste of tabbaco and sweet beer on his lips as his boot kicked your feet apart so your legs would spread just a little. John’s hands were on both of your hips as he held you against the wall not giving you any space to move with his much larger rugged body pushed up against you. You groaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around John’s neck and pulling him impossibly closer. Chest pressed flush together, your breasts squished against him.

A sinful groan left John as he slotted his thigh between your legs and you instantly started to grind yourself down against the muscular flesh. Neither of you had the intention to start going at it in a less than private space but what was the harm of a hot and heavy make out session?

Grabbing your right leg John pulled it up and held it by your thigh so you could wrap it around his waist. His tongue now in your mouth as you sucked on it gently getting the first moan out of him for the night. Breaking away John rested his forehead against your temple as you both rocked your hips trying to find any friction.

John’s hand moved from your hip and roughly started to squeeze and massage your left breast through your dress, his other hands fingers digging into your plush thigh. John’s breathing was becoming slightly labored as he rolled his hips, his stiffened length pressing against your tummy. Your face was starting to twist in pleasure as you ground your self against your husbands leg. John loved seeing you this desperate for him, each sway of your hips knocking into his prominent bulge. John was practically growling as he spoke next.

“Fuckin’ needy little thing. I’m going to ruin you. Punish you for being such a tease. I’ll have you begging for it-“

“OH MY GOD!” A familiar voice screeched and then the sound of shattering glass rang through the night air.

John was off of you in the blink of an eye, leaving you dazed and trying to catch your breath. You hadn’t even realized you shoved him off of you. Stumbling slightly since you had been held up by your lover and trying to fix yourself. You quickly pulled at your skirt since it had rode up from having your leg throw over John’s hip. You were mortified enough to be caught shamelessly making out with your husband but who caught you made you want to melt into the earth.

Both John’s mother and father were standing about two yards away having just rounded the corner to come through the back door since that was the main door you all used. They clearly parked on the street and walked up to your house. You were not only floored they saw you two practically going at it but because you knew you didn’t invite them.

“Easy there you two. I don’t think we need anymore grandkids.” Paul joked trying to ease the tension.

Your face turned so red you should have dressed as a stop light for Halloween. You glanced down to see Mary’s casserole dish shattered beyond repair and the cake she had brought crumbled and looking like wet sand as it sat in a puddle.

“What are you two doing here?” John cleared his throat and then asked pretending like everything was ordinary. As if you two getting caught dry humping had never happened. You looked at him dumbfound for his boldness to move on like nothing happened. It also didn’t help that now Paul was avoiding making eye contact with you.

“I- Why are you- You two have a bedroom.” Mary was stuttering and turning red in the face clearly still shocked by what she had caught you two doing. You could see she wanted to scold John by the way she was glaring at him and the side eye she shot you came close to killing you dead on the spot.

“I’m so sorry.” You squeaked out an apology. This was so embarrassing and also shocking that they had shown up. You hadn’t seen Mary in over a year. There was a lapse of silence as Mary and John stared daggers at each other. Paul cleared his throat and tried to defuse the tension.

“Your mother wanted to drop off Y/N’s, favorite cake. It was her way-“

“I can speak for myself, Paul.” Mary interrupted quickly but it wasn’t in a rude way. You watched the pensive look on her face soften.

“What’s going on?” John had taken a step forward keeping you just behind him but not so much that he was blocking you. It felt strange his parents just showing up when they knew they weren’t welcome. As your husband John felt obligated to keep some distance between you and his mom.

“I wanted to start apologizing to you Y/N. I miss my grandchildren and my son. And I see that we have a lot of things we need to fix between you and me if I ever hope to have a relationship with them. And I was hoping this might be a start.” Mary was staring at you and you could see she was trying not to get emotional. If this was five years ago and she saw you and your husband doing this she would’ve verbally accosted you and chased John with a broom.

“Oh, um.” You didn’t know what to say. If you were honest you were content not having a relationship with Mary. Her not being apart of your life anymore had helped so much with your stress levels. Now of all times did not feel like the place to be talking about this. You were a little drunk and still dazed from having your husband tongue down your throat.

“Let us think about it mum.” John was quick to dismiss this kind of talk. He could see how uncomfortable you were and this wasn’t the time to discuss such matters.

“Okay, we’ll see you both.” Paul smiled at you and you could see it hurt to be shooed away by his son. Mary was trying to hold back the tears and in your slightly drunk state your conscience took over. You weren’t sure why it was probably the liquor but you finally decided to speak your mind.

“You called me a slag in front of your family.” Your words had everyone coming to a stand still and you couldn’t help but continue. All eyes on you as you spoke softly with no malice behind your words.

“I know you even said it in front of Jj a few times because he asked John what it meant. Do you realize the damage you’ve done? I’m scared Lily is going to grow up and find out that you thought I cheated on John. What if she thinks it’s true? Do you understand what that’ll do to her?” The words came spilling out as you confronted Mary. Paul’s eyes went wide as if he didn’t know this.

“I-. . . Sweetheart I’ve disliked you because I really thought you were no good for my Johnny. I see that I’m wrong now.” You didn’t like Mary’s answer but you knew it was really how she felt.

“I know that. Trust me I know that. But you brought my kids into it and I’m not sure that something I’ll be able to forgive. Evie doesn’t even want to see you because she knows she’ll get in trouble for spouting off. She’s 8, Mary. And she has taken it upon herself to make sure no one’s mean to me because of what you did on Christmas.” It wasn’t voluntary but your voice cracked bit at the thought of how hurt your children still were. John’s hand came and rested on your shoulder as you both waited for Mary to say something.

“I understand. I’m sorry Y/N.” Mary responded evenly but you weren’t sure if she meant her words. Turning you looked up at John so see such disappointment in his eyes. He wanted so much more form his mother and he had been struggling for awhile that she wasn’t capable of giving him those things.

“If you could just give me one last chance. I promise to never bring the children into it. I miss my family so much.” The words were desperate and you could see this was the closest Mary was capable of getting to begging. It had to be the alcohol and your trusting nature but you gave in almost instantly. Incapable of being cruel and already feeling uneasy from having confronted her.

“Why don’t you come over for Sunday dinner next week. That way you can see the kids. No promises that they’ll come down from their rooms.” The words came tumbling out and you felt John stiffen next to you. Mary and Paul both looked shocked at your olive branch.

“Darling we don’t have to do that if you feel pressured.” John was quick to jump in.

“No, I think it’ll be good for the kids to hear Mary apologize to them too.” It was your way of setting Mary up to be accountable for her actions. It allowed room for your children to accept or deny their grandmother on their terms and not yours.

“I’ll bring another cake.” Mary cut in quickly. You could see it meant a lot that you extended the invitation.

“Just no more of what we just saw.” Paul attempted to joke but you could see he was displeased. You were worried you had shared information he wasn’t privy to.

“No promises.” John huffed out a sarcastic laugh and then stepped forward and gave his dad a big bear hug. Paul patted John’s back forcefully and then stepped aside so John could hug his mother. You watched as John bent down and gave his mother a much stiffer hug. Choosing to stay back and keep your physical distance.

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“Jj slow down.” You scolded as you watched your son practically inhale his food.

It was November first and the house was still buzzing from the previous nights activities. The Halloween decorations were still up but the house was spotless. John had gotten up early and started cleaning and brought you a cup of tea. John was being extra sweet to you after the rough night you had together as lovers. It was his way of praising you for taking him so well. It was the best stress relief after an extremely bizarre encounter the previous night.

Now you were sitting at the kitchen table trying to enjoy your breakfast. Only Jj was eating like a ravenous dog and it was making your stomach turn. Lily was even staring at him with a look of disgust. John had gotten a phone call that was taking significantly longer than you expected so you started breakfast without him.

“It’s so good mum.” As if that was an excuse the boy continued to shovel his breakfast into his mouth. Evelyn was staring at him with a clearly disgusted look on her face.

“No girl is gonna like you if that’s how you eat.” Evelyn quipped and continued to watch her brother devour his food.

“Darling, could we chat outside?” John’s voice was sweet and even as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in black workout shorts and a grey crew neck, clearly having the intention of going to the gym after he ate. You instantly could tell by the look on his face he had bad news.

“Sure. Slow down Jj.” You got up from your seat and quietly scolded your son again. This time it seemed to work as he chewed and watched you and John slip out onto the patio. Evelyn and Jj both exchanged looks and watched you and John through the window. Curiosity consuming them and the thought he might be leaving for work on their minds.

The soft breeze brushed against you as your bare feet connected with the cool brick patio. You were in a sweater and jeans not falling victim to the chilly weather. The leaves blew in the wind as you looked over the bare forest in the distance. The evergreens standing proud and tall.

Turning you looked up at your husband. John’s facial hair was already coming back in. A thick dusting of stumble adorned his handsome face. His features were twisted in displeasure and you could see in his blue eyes he might actually break down right in front of you. It was a look you only ever saw when he couldn’t handle what ever was on his mind.

“Is everything okay?” The words slipped out in a whisper. John’s head fell and he stared at his feet. He was trying to get his thoughts in order to tell you what he had just found out.

“No.” John paused and took a breath before he spoke again.

“My dad is going to come and stay with us for a bit.” John finally looked up and met your concerned gaze. He looked mean and there was clear hurt and dread in his eyes.

“What? Why?” The words came tumbling out and you quickly placed your hand on John’s cheek. His stuble was rough against your soft skin as he rested his cheek against your palm. The physical contact was only the start of the comfort he would be searching for from you.

“He’s leaving my mum.” A large gust of wind blew fallen orange and yellow leaves past your painted toes. The words John spoke brought a chill to the air, the breeze now feeling like winter was setting in.

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I have thoughts and ideas for fics that I will never write so I'm putting them out into the world for The People to take inspiration from!

Detective Conan/Magic Kaito:

1. Shameless - Both Kuroba and Kudo have absolutely zero (0) shame. Kuroba is Kuroba and Kudo had to pretend to be a 7 year old. He absolutely weaponized that despite his initial shame, and got over it because of the strategic advantage.

2. Change is Hard - Kudo, as a teenager again after the APTX cure, has a hard time breaking childlike habits he formed as Edogawa Conan. (Inspo for this here on Tumblr). I know there are already fics like this (one is linked under the post attached) but I need more.

3. Who, or What, is this Child??? - POV outsider. The police think that Conan is a child agent or something. Maybe they think he's cursed, or a shinigami. Just debating, sharing ideas of what is up with Conan.

“Is he even human?”

He's very unethical, someone overhearing him explaining things would be concerned.

He says stuff that he should not know and then just does not explain, a very fun habit to have to deal with.

He just has so much audacity for a small child.

Many of the police just accept that he knows everything but when they go to him to confirm anything he just pulls out the “i'm just a kid, how would I know” like the little shit he is.

His kicks too, what do they make of that? Is he just super strong (a point to the non-human argument)? or do they just not question why he has shoes that enhance his kick strength?

He knows absolutely too much about everything/anything and uses TV or Hawaii as an excuse.

4. Let the Maze of my Design Carry you on - Someone realizing how Conan is the one behind stopping/solving so many things. POV outsider. (Title from this song).

5. Wounded - Outsider POV, literally anyone notices the injuries Conan gets doing crazy shit. But they don't know he does crazy shit, so they jump to conclusions.

6. Cafe Gossip - Amuro’s coworker/usual patrons notice that he hates this one guy that comes in sometimes and that Amuro is basically a father to this kid that comes in sometimes. POV outsider. 2+2+1: 2 times Amuro was familiar with a kid, 2 times Amuro was familiar with a guy, and 1 time the kid and guy came in together (and were a family with Amuro).

7. Going on After Completing Your Life Goal - Kaitou KID finds the Pandora gem and destroys it in front of the organization that wanted it for immortality. Now that he has completed his mission he has to find out how to go on with his life without a looming threat or an ultimate goal. He continues his shenanigans at school but now it lacks a bit of heart. After the initial rush of destroying the gem he feels that his life is a bit lacking and without direction. He eventually learns to live life in the present with his friends and to give his life a bit of meaning with human connections that he neglected a bit when he was KID.

8. The Price of Opening Pandora's Box - Do whatever with this title as a prompt for Magic Kaito.

9. Who You Gonna Call? Ghostbusters! - Kudo's friends think he is a ghost due to the fact that he just vanishes sometimes. We, the audience know that's because the APTX cure ran out, but he seemingly vanished while in the backseat of a car that was driving on the highway. Or from a dark hallway with only a fleeting touch. Add on the rumors of his death after he went missing, and boom! Ghost Kudo.

(I also like any POV outsider fics, there aren't nearly enough in any fandom. Nor time travel/time loop fics in non time related media.)

(Different fandoms are in different posts so take a gander at my blog for ideas if you like: Debut or Die, Omniscient Readers Viewpoint, or BBC Merlin!

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees You simply said that, if I was inclined to write something, it could involve ghosts or ghost detectives -- so I threw Edwin and Charles of Dead Boys Detective Agency into the Valicer In The Dark verse. ^^; Hope you enjoy your favorite ghostly duo getting very confused and worried by Duskwall!

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“Mate, I think that last mirror hop went a lot more wrong than we first thought.”

“Really?” Edwin murmured, looking around the misty street where he and Charles currently found themselves. “What tipped you off? The lack of familiar landmarks to navigate by? The frankly Dickensian architecture around us? Or the fact that the moment we tumbled through the glass, we were met by a woman who promptly started screaming ‘SPECTERS! FETCH THE SPIRIT WARDENS!’”

“Definitely the latter,” Charles replied, one hand deep in his backpack as he squinted into the gloam. “What do you think a ‘spirit warden’ is, anyway? Something like the Night Nurse?”

“Perhaps – I don’t recall ever hearing the term before, and unfortunately, as of right now, our library is off-limits to us.” Edwin glanced at Charles. “Perhaps, should we encounter one, I could encourage you not to immediately go in swinging with your cricket bat? The Night Nurse proved able to be reasoned with – perhaps they could too.”

“Yeah, well, I think taking a few to the face and getting swallowed by a sea monster for a bit is what softened her up enough to be reasoned with,” Charles argued, frowning back at him. “And I’m not letting anyone separate us. Not after what we’ve already been through.”

“On that point, we are thoroughly in agreement.” Edwin looked around again – or, at least, tried to. “Even if, right now, I think anyone could sneak up on us and have the advantage. How is anyone supposed to find their way around in this?”

“Guess the locals are used to it.” Charles rummaged around a little. “Know I’ve got your little alchemy set in here somewhere...you think you could brew up something to–”

“...this way, you said?”

“Yes, there’s definitely some ghosts around here.”

Edwin and Charles both froze as three hazy figures appeared at the end of the street, coming toward them fast. “Shit,” Charles hissed.

“Calm, calm,” Edwin said, as much to himself as to his friend. “Again, we might be able to talk to them. Maybe.”

Charles opened his mouth to snap something back – but before he could, the trio were upon them, features resolving themselves into something more definite than mere foggy shapes. They were a bit of a bizarre bunch – a young woman in a black-and-white dress and black cloak, holding a knife that glowed with a peculiar gray light; what looked to be a young man about the same age in a bright yellow vest and black pants, peering at them curiously with what appeared to be yellow eyes (another cat king?); and a second taller, paler man in a black suit and long dark blue coat, wearing a mask that appeared to be made out of twitching moth wings and carrying a pole with a loop at the end in one hand. They stared at Edwin and Charles for a long, quite worrying moment...

Then the fellow in the mask sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Oh – it’s all right,” he told his companions, collapsing the pole and stowing it away in a pocket. “They’re Reconciled.”

“Oh good – I really didn’t feel like getting into an electroplasmic scrap tonight,” the woman said, holstering her blade. She tilted her head as she looked Edwin and Charles up and down. “Though – that doesn’t explain why they’re in full color. I’ve never seen a ghost who wasn’t all blue or gray before.”

“Me either – maybe they’re a new type of ghost?” the other fellow said, before giving them a bright smile and a wave. “Hi! I’m Smiler, and this is Victor and Alice! Just a quick question – you’re definitely not interested in sucking our life essence, right?”

Edwin blinked a few times. “Ah – no,” he finally said. “I’m – certainly not currently inclined to do that.”

“We’re not local,” Charles added, not taking his hand out of his backpack – Edwin was deeply suspicious that it was clutching a certain cricket bat. “Don’t suppose you lot could tell us where we’ve ended up?”

“Duskwall, in Akoros!” Smiler provided, grin not budging. “Are you ghosts from another part of the Isles then? Oooh, maybe from Tycheros?”

“They don’t seem to have any of the usual tells, though,” the woman – Alice – said, squinting thoughtfully. “Victor?”

“I...” The masked man – Victor – stared hard at them, his eyes glowing with that strange gray light Edwin had seen on Alice’s knife. “They’re definitely not regular ghosts, but I’m not sure h-how precisely they’re different. Not hostile, just not – right?”

“Ah – lovely. A mystery for us to solve in the middle of the blind hour on our way back from a heist,” Alice grumbled, folding her arms. “But if they’re sane, then at least we can talk to them. Where do you two hail from, then?”

Edwin exchanged a baffled look with Charles. “We’re...we’re from England,” he said slowly, starting to get quite the bad feeling in his lack of stomach. “And I believe we’ve gone terribly astray.”

[chimerahyperfix]

RECIPE OF THE DAY

[OR: This was the most upsetting alternate looper option]

Long post because i have been cooking this in my brain for like, two months, and it's all-consuming. Also I'm not in the Discord yet because Anxiety so my ramblings had to go somewhere, and what better than one big fucking post yknow. I cast spell of fuck you mind blast on the tag/lh /j

TLDR for below: Siffrin words his wish differently, Bonnie gets trapped in a time-loop, and despite saying they're in a timeloop repeatedly nothing works and no one can help them. The normal ISAT absolute horrors ensue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: the normal ISAT tags [death, violence and trauma, suicide, self harm and unreality], Notable Pin on child endangerment and death, poisoning.

most of these get discussed ^ even if shortly

SO. THIS AU.

This is it this is my big one. Ignore me pushing the literal 12 other isat aus I have into a pile pls this is THE big one. I’m looking at the note I’ve stored all this lore in on my notes app,and it’s like. 35 fucking pages?

I've looked at a ton of alternate looper aus [that's part of the hyperfixation babeyyyy I need to consume ALL content forever and ever and ever] and I was like “oohhhh I wanna do that!!” So I literally just listened to music until I caught an idea and yikes. Looking at the AUs playlist now [it’s about 100 songs! Oops!] and I’m like [cartoony image of me laying face first on the floor]

This is a bit scattered because I wrote it over 3 days instead of working on the fic I’m supposed to be writing ooopsieeeee. Ramblings belowvvvvvvvvvv

It begins as simply as the game does. No one knows how to wish properly; so Siffrin wishes, because they know how to. The same folded leaf, repeated three times wish. Close to what is said in canon; different enough for the Universe to read it differently. No longer does Siffrin loop, because the wish isn’t about him, it’s about Bonnie and their sister. Siffrin’s wish is construed as “I wish Bonnie’s wish would come true,” and even if the Universe can’t hold onto Bonnie’s wish as they did it wrong, it CAN hold onto Siffrin’s.

And that’s the base point: EVERY LOOP, Siffrin wishes, because he wishes after he talks to them and that's where they loop back to, and its wish craft goes to Bonnie. A recipe for disaster with how much time they have!

They loop back when Siffrin gets crushed by the rock, because they can’t win while being down a party member. When they touch a tear, or when the sadnesses get the jump on the party and they all go down, or when they use the dagger equivalent [a poisoned snack], or when they get to the King. They Never Beat The King. Think SASASAaP but ISAT.

Bonnie doesn’t fight with craft, but rather craft-infused weapons. The wok and their pan for rock, a pair of kitchen shears for scissors and a cookbook for paper. Snacks for healing and buffs. And they have a cool friend that lives in the favor tree! [they get in fistfights like every five loops. Maybe it would be funny, someone just as willing to spar with them instead of trying to find the right words they can’t find because they’re a kid, if their friend wasn’t ALSO another version of themself, which bonnie clocks pretty late.] They pick up little quirks from their friends, like biting their nails like Belle, and puffing up to look bigger like Isa and stealing Dile's curses and closing an eye to match Frin's in focus. And maybe they start forgetting a little bit, just a little! The same thing over and over will get to you.

So everything essentially boils down to this. Bonnie specifically needs to be strong enough to beat the King, as the rest of the party doesn’t keep experience through loops. For a good chunk of the loops, they take advantage of Siffrin asking them if they need help and drag him into a training lesson that slowly goes from a whole emotional conversation to them quietly listening to Siffrin’s every word. [Siffrin fills this silence with random star facts that pop into their mind. This Is Important It WILL Be On The Test] Eventually the training becomes too tedious, so they start sneaking off to go fight sadnesses— and eventually just punch trees, which busts their knuckles— to get stronger faster! Everything goes downhill from there, with them forgetting to make food to them sneaking out at night to fight more to them getting reckless and uncaring; it snowballs down into “oh this could be considered suicidal confidence”.

Every loop, you say "hey, I'm trapped in a time loop", and EVERY time it is a big emotional thing that exhausts you to the point of going to bed immediately after, and everyone gets antsy and worried, and in the end the anxiety and trouble NEVER ends up mattering because the King still flattens the party every time. [And (shuffling through the sea of my notes for the au), imagine this from their situation for a second; Today, you tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that makes you cry, and you go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they will protect you, and you will protect them. You make sure he doesn't get squashed by a boulder, you make sure they find the key, you make sure they don't die. Tomorrow, you will tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They will drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that will make you cry, and you will go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they've failed to protect you, but they're trying this loop, and you'll still protect them anyway.]

And then the King fight. He grabs them and he kills them and it fucks them up. [it fucks them up, until it too happens again and again, and eventually it simply is just another obstacle you must pass, because the second his stupid hand wraps around you like a ragdoll it’s over, so you just spit in his face to make him press the trigger immediately and not drag it out for forever- imagine the most traumatic event in your entire life, repeated over and over, until it looses all meaning. It’s still traumatic, it’s sewn into your brain forever you will never forget this.]

They tell the party ‘hey, I just got murdered’, and if this au was ISAT, it would go from having a memory that gave everyone a defense buff to a memory that literally stops you from winning, randomly attaching to a party member. You couldn’t get rid of it. They’d take every hit for you, and you’d have to loop back, because you couldn’t win with an unremovable memory like that. and that’s why they stop saying things, because if the people you loved would die to protect you, something you don’t want and have the ability to stop, would you stop them?

And so everything collapses, and from that point [the start of act 4] it collapses fast.

WHICH LEADS US TO ENDLESS MY FAVORITE LITTLE THANG

if this is transparent or not I don’t fucking know and honestly. After 2 hours of fighting ibisPaint X to make it transparent I stopped caring. o7

Slight design notes tangent: the fucking. Wispy things around their limbs just kinda move around them- yknow because black holes pull things in and they are one. Their like,,,, face spike design??? Question mark on what 2 call it? It’s designed to look like their hair lol. The little star-dot things on their knuckles are important smile. Eventually I’ll post a full thing 4 them (I have like 2 pages of random doodles of them it’s craaazy)

Endless (or Ness, later on) is Bonnie’s loop-alike. They’re a little angry hater and I based them on the song Black Hole Sun [therefore they double-dip in the space theming, the little scoundrel! Imagine being both a black hole and a partial eclipse!! Damn why you taking all the space theming for!!] which was the song the whole AU was based on! Woah! Damn you carrying ALL the out of AU lore in you! They’re anger over fear while Bonnie is fear over anger.

They make me SO fucking upset. Like. I’m not being funny anymore. This is THE most upsetting character I’ve ever written. They make me cry. My entire schtik is making horror and this little creature is the most upset I've ever been at a creation of mine.

Endless is a Bonnie who, without exaggerating, literally imploded from having too much wish craft in them— hence the black hole theme. They went through an unreasonable amount of loops [i think I noted down 400??? Probably not that many, but hey, leveling is slow when half the time you rely on a scripted event that has like 3 enemies. Never really pinned anything down, but it’s a CRAZY upsetting amount.] and just couldn’t win,, and they eventually broke, and begged for it to stop— and, well, with so much wish craft in them, even without the proper rituals the Universe just couldn’t ignore ALL this wish craft, overflowing, in one spot. They asked for help and it killed them.

And then they were at the tree! And they’re helping a DIFFERENT Bonnie, who they’re upset at because what. What why is this happening? They asked for it to stop, not for a whole NEW Bonnie to exist and to do it all over again, what is this what, stop stop it. And they have to keep watching Siffrin wish, and doom them to their endless loop, and they have to tell Bonnie no, the party can’t help them like they want the party to do because the party never could help them, and it’s just going to bring them distress and heartache. Bonnie does it anyways, until the very beginning of act 4: it goes downhill from there, until they’re worried This Bonnie will end up like THEM.

They’re not the most self-confident type. They give themself the most un-nicknameable name [Bonnie still finds one that fits— Ness. They reluctantly accept it.] [Endless vc: Ness? Like? From Earthbound???] they can think of because nicknames are a love language and they speak it, and they don't think they deserve it anymore because they've Changed, and trade out the nicknames they have for the party for things they learned from Siffrin in their own many many training loops: The Sun, The Moon, The Star, The Sky, and Bonnie is Supernova, because its cool as hell and Siffrin told them that’s what happens when a star dies, and they died. Open foreshadowing. They take to closing the same eye they made Siffrin the Star loose, because if he doesn’t get to see anymore neither should they— even if that eventually becomes a natural thing, something they do now to focus. They talk about a sister they have— had, because their world is gone and she never got unfrozen, they never learned if she was alive under all that icy craft or not, and they’re not Bonnie anymore. Ness is Bonnie, but Bonnie is not Ness.

And so, when act 5 hits, they’re desperate. They can’t see it happen again, because it erased them as a person and it was terrifying enough why would you want to see it happen again? they prepare to storm the house, bevause theyre strong enough to tear it apart themself, get stopped by the party, and essentially they’ve replaced Bonnie for a loop; which would be okay, if failing didn’t mean there would probably be Two Endlesses and No Bonnie’s. By the end of the au, Bonnie, lvl 99, is like bringing a brick to a stare down. Endless, in comparison, is like bringing a bazooka to a fistfight. They can’t face the King, they can’t, it would probably mess something up [the party has them pinned as being a kid by this point— wether they realise Ness acts a lot like Bonnie or not, who knows] so they panic and wave the party off into the King’s room and fights off the remaining sadnesses to calm down.

And the Party brings Bonnie down, and they fight a fake version of their sister [who they win against, even if barely, because Nille is their sister and damnit, Nille would never hurt them, not after giving up her life for them] and they have a breakdown, and then there's two of them. There's Bonnie and there's Ness. Bonnie confronts them and they get in ANOTHER fistfight, bveause how else would two angry ultra-powerful preteens settle things, and Bonnie convinces them to come along, because their identity has been found out and damnit Nille really won't care, Ness is her sibling too.

[Nille approaches the situation carefully, but Bonnie is right: Nille sees the two of them and immediately decides she has two siblings and she wants to protect them. Both of them went through so, so much, and they saved the country and damnit it would be monstrous to throw Ness out to the wolves because they Changed. Aka I was physically incapable of letting Ness dissapear or have a bad ending they deserve the world too.]

I just I jsutt. Auguhghghghhh. au too big in my brain spill it out on the floor it goes everywhere. When you hyperfix on your own au

[mellowwhumps]

Whumperless Whump Event Day “everything else”: Domestic hurt/comfort || Accidentally poisoned || ALT PROMPT: Panic Attack || Temporary Amnesia || Fully unconscious

OCs: Cicadas (all) - 3.9K words

masterlist (for them only)

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After an admittedly extended trip, they were more than happy to return to the dull scenery of their ship rather than the vibrancy of the outside. Finishing their commission meant that they should be getting their worth as long as they submitted their evidence, which they most definitely had acquired. 

Right now, their goods were scattered in Lotti’s bag, the contents of the two glass jars clinking within, repetitive noise barely mentioned amidst all the conversations going on.

“Home, sweet home! Or as I read in a book, all aboard!” Kyrai exclaimed, more than rushing up the ramp. A little more hyper than usual, Lotti assessed, but normal in the current situation.

“Kai, this is neither a house nor a train.”

“You’re no fun. I saved you for the umpteenth time and this is how you repay me, Itaph?”

“First of all, you did not. Secondly, yes, actually.” Itaph smiled, as though waiting for something to happen. Of course it would.

Scenario starts: Kyrai gets a little annoyed, the conversation continues until shutdown time and the bi-weekly game night is utterly obliterated for the week. Still a joyous activity, though. Easy enough to assess.

Why wasn’t it, though? Lotti could barely come to any comprehensible conclusion about anything, at that very moment. It was as though their strength was being sapped out of them, which was…odd. She had just replenished her energy reserves a few days ago, which meant she wouldn’t need to do so again for at least half a month more. 

No warnings were showing on visuals. Nothing was wrong. Resume normal operations.

Lotti hurried to the ship’s control room, placing a hand on the touchpad. It should have been manually done, but that was the advantage of having her around, she supposed. She could see where every bit of current was linked to, and hence could divert and control it through her own system, or sap it completely out. The ship took flight with little problem apart from the heated commotion in the main quarters, because god forbid the crew ever sit down without issue. 

She triggered the notification for them to unbuckle their seatbelts after assessing the safety of doing so. The scenery in front of her was barely a blur, but they should be in decent range out of the planet. It was fine. 

The blare of some siren sounded in their head, piercing yet silent. She took a moment to glance around for the source of the noise. Just that small movement seemed to make the ship spin loops around her. Not a moment later, her visuals fully shut down, the world seeming almost darker than the endless space outside. 

Blinded, but she was the pilot. She couldn’t…She had to…she had to…

———

The ship lurched forward, throwing everyone askew. Zyx got up with a groan, rubbing her head as she fervently voiced some choice words. Hitting the wall was never a good start to any trip. 

Sighing, she stumbled her way to her feet, taking a quick survey of everyone. Nobody appeared to be harmed too badly, so no matter. It’s a short ways to the cabin room, barely five steps away from her current location. The place wasn’t that big.

“Idiot’i, what in universes are you doing, drive the damn ship properly!” The door was slammed open with little care. The person in front of her barely moved in response. As a matter of fact, she wasn’t sure the controls were being used.

Autopilot indicator. Not on.

“Um. Lotti?” She stepped closer, pressing a series of keys to toggle that option just in case before checking in. Upon nearing, it was clear the other was responding, though so softly that she had to strain her ears to hear.

“—Can’t.” Her voice was strangely robotic, despite it being decently human-sounding for the short period she’d known the other for. 

“Can’t what? Drive the ship? Did you forget or something, at least remember a few buttons, come on. And look at me, I’m talking to you.” Zyx grasped the other by the sides of her face, promptly flinching away with a hitched gasp. 

She could have cooked a proper meal there with how hot it was, so painfully scorching she only caught a glimpse of Lotti’s single, jet-black eye before her face was obscured by shadow once again. There was no light entering it at all, nothing to indicate functionality.

Zyx slammed her hand onto the intercom button. “Telios! All of you, pilot’s down. I repeat, pilot’s down!” She shouted, perhaps a little louder than needed. For emphasis. 

Almost immediately, the others rushed into the room, finally followed by Telios lugging the toolbox with them, panting as they stopped to catch their breath.

“What's going on?” Aelya asked first.

“Dunno. Critical malfunction or something. Don't touch her, by the way, she's burning up.” Zyx moved away from the chair, leaning against the wall in a pose that could hopefully convey nonchalance. 

Itaph joined her by the side. From her angle, she could see his hands were balled into fists behind his back. Well. She knew what that feeling of uselessness was like as well, she supposed. 

“Iot’i, can you blink for me?” Telios softly instructed, squatting to get a better viewpoint as they put on gloves. 

A second passed, then two. “UNABLE TO COMPUTE,” the voice coming from Lotti's body said, inhumanly uncanny. If the question itself was odd enough, then the answer was worse. Blinking was a simple thing to do, right? At least for her. 

Oh. She saw the problem now. 

Telios was speaking to themself, hands still lingering near Lotti's body but not quite getting close, the toolbox staying shut. Eventually, they put their hands down. “Iot'i, override code 29362, protocol E-two-five AUTO toggle off. I’m really sorry for this, but I’d, um, I’d like to—”

Lotti crashed to the floor and interrupted that thought process, a failed attempt to get out of the chair. Even so, she moved quickly, getting to a sitting position and shifting back. She unsheathed the gun by her side holster, pointing it forward with no clear target apart from the general direction of Telios, who froze in place. 

Lotti was strong. She shouldn’t have to fight blind, fight unfairly. It was quite the sorry sight to her, a person who would have done the same.

“Who are you?” Lotti demanded, “I’ll shoot if you don’t answer.” 

The room went quiet. Threats were very real, coming from her. Kyrai treaded on those glass shards, answering in turn. 

“Kyrai’is. That’s Telios you’re pointing your gun to, so you should put that away…ah, stay calm, please…” The gun shifted to point at them, its edge glinting.

Pause.

The shot fired. It just barely missed, grazing Kyrai’s clothes as it put a dent in the metal wall behind them. First step of asking someone to calm down was never to ask them directly to do so. She learnt that the hard way.

“I don’t know you. I repeat, who are you.” Though Lotti’s hands weren’t shaking, it was obvious that holding the gun up took a lot of effort. Too much. The scent of something burning wafted through the room, not helping the situation in the slightest. Zyx hoped it wouldn’t get worse. 

No use in hoping. She had to do something.

“You don’t remember, right?” She inquired, prompting no answer. “I tried to hit someone you know and you tackled me in our first meeting. In this place, I train with you on every alternate day. Name’s Oryizyx, or Zyx for short. I promise everything that happens next is to help you. You know that when I swear on something, I follow it, and if you can’t recall, now I’m telling ya.”

A wavering of the gun, though now pointing at her. “I…you’re familiar. I recall that happening. I…What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I function properly, I can’t function properly.”

It was terrifying, to know her life was in the hands of someone who could barely aim. It was worse to give anyone the shame of knowing they tried. She didn’t know Lotti’s past, not in the slightest, but she could at least spare her the regret of the present.

“We don’t know what’s wrong, but right now my friend here is going to help. They’ve helped you before, I think. What I do know is that you’re in safe hands. I promise I’ll keep watch, if that isn’t enough. Nobody’s going to try anything funny.”

In that moment, she wasn’t scared. Maybe the other could hear it, maybe some other force of nature showed mercy on both of them.

“…Alright.” And then, even more hesitantly as she lowered her gun, “I trust you.”

Job done. But that was merely the simplest part. 

Telios whispered a few things into her ear, instructions she could barely process amidst all the foreign terminology. She tried her best to relay it through voice, the typical way of using excessive gestures to get her point across rendered useless.

“…So. In short, just shut your systems fully down, my friend not-so forcefully drains your energy out, gives you some more, and you wake up fine and dandy. Got it?” 

Guilt was a terrible emotion, something utterly weak and unbefitting of a being like her. She had recollections of that feeling, even past those blurry memories that made up her childhood. 

Right now, it was churning in her being like waves within a stormy sea. There was no guarantee it would end up successful, the weeks of fixing any damaged wires and finding another energy source for Lotti to siphon from, the weeks that would later make hollow gaps in her database. 

It quite reminded her of her old ship being sent for upgrading every once in a while, leaving her vulnerable. Later on, it left Aelya susceptible as well, which was another thing altogether. But that was over long ago.

“Okay…okay.” Lotti relaxed, the gun clattering to the floor in front of her. 

Then, she was gone.

———

Aelyeau was awoken by the shuffling of bed sheets beside him. On any typical day, he’d have been a decently heavier sleeper, but not that day. Not for the past week, honestly; the culmination of a whole list of occurrences.

They asked him to keep watch and he still managed to fail at that. Wonderful.

Better him than anyone else, at least. A certain two people would have fainted on the spot, exaggeration warranted. The amount of times they’d tried to barge into the room was getting unreasonable. 

“Mor-night, Lotti! How’re you feeling?” Aelya asked, hoping his smile didn’t come out as too wide. 

“Systems operational, energy at full capacity. Though, I don’t find myself trusting that now. Mm. I take it that Telios was able to…”

“Wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. The workshop was locked up for ages.”

“How long was this ‘ages’?”

“Approximately two weeks, give or take a few days. I can fill you in—” The door promptly opened. “Never mind. Later.”

The rest of the crew poured into the room, some looking considerably more worn than others. In particular, Kyrai may as well have been dragging the resident mechanic, the way they could barely stand. Lotti stared at him in question.

“You forgot to check on them. You know they don’t sleep with work undone.”

Itaph interrupted. “In all fairness. They started it.”

“I can stay in stasis. The well-being of living things should be prioritised.”

Aelyeau opened his mouth to object, then decisively closed it. Once again, nobody was saying the things that mattered. If he continued it, he was only perpetuating the cycle.

“They were worried about you, Lotti,” he stated, “and Telios wouldn’t tell us anything. Maybe with the victim of your secrets in the room with us, you’d care to explain? I know you could—”

A sharp inhale. “—I’m sorry for using your override code! I shouldn’t be aware of it, I-I just needed you alert because the AUTO system actually doesn’t help at all and you—”

“Slow down. You don’t need to explain that breach, you’re forgiven. My privacy is a topic for another time. Do you understand what happened to me?”

“Um.” Clearly not expecting that, it would seem. Once upon a time, he would have acted the same. 

Telios continued, “A part of your energy reserves was incompatible with your processors, for some reason, so your systems tried to reject it but couldn’t. Which is…odd? You’re meant to accept most types of these things. Which means you got this source from the Outer Sector, which also means it wasn’t something you should have acquired, which…erm, begs the question?”

Aelyeau had the sinking feeling he knew what happened. But, like any rational approach to an inquiry, Lotti saw nothing wrong and spoke. 

“Spare batteries from Oryizyx’s ship.”

Behind the wall, footsteps echoed away. Aelyeau could barely turn the corner of the corridor before gasping for breath, the door to the small training room slamming shut, the lock clicking.

———

It wasn’t hard to see the signs, every single day. Oryizyx was never that angry, never to him. So frustrated. If Aelyeau told her he was the one who caused the demise of her most precious belonging, would she have been enraged at him as well? 

The place he knew she’d spent all those years in. Alone. The only thing she had, apart from some semblance of past memories.

The alternative to him not owning up was this. An inability to take the wheel, forcing herself to only ever resort to violence as an option. And now, when she had to do so, she could only stay uncomfortably quiet. It was either fury or fear. Certainly not this third thing, so foreign to everyone.

Even Kyrai was at a loss, the navigator unable to cooperate with her for directions, only giving the bare minimum. Aelyeau could almost hear the kettle whistling, the lid clattering, froth moments from reaching the top. He’d spent enough time with Itaph, after all. 

Because they were stranded here. Because he stranded her here.

The workshop wasn’t actually locked, but he remembered. He might always remember it. Walking into the room to ask for a small, admittedly unneeded favor; seeing his friend sprawled on the work desk, chest open, a mishmash of wires and exterior connections tangled up. Unmoving, unseeing. Helpless. Almost as if frozen in time. 

He could see why Kyrai never entered, prefering to pace about the common room. It made him want to leave too, the request in his head immediately forgotten.

He was already standing up and taking a step forward before Telios grabbed the hem of his shirt. One gentle tug before promptly letting go, their arms falling by their side, their shoulders tense. 

Gently, he sat down beside her, scooting a bit to get closer and leaning his head on their shoulder. No sound but circuitry humming, the outside quiet even with the door ajar.

He remembers stopping by the galley and finding Itaph, cooking alone as always. Having awoken early that day, he thought they might need some company. They didn’t ask about it, surprisingly, focusing on stirring whatever it was they were making: yet another form of silence. Itaph told him, then. 

When Telios talked about the things they liked, they would be a completely different person altogether. Something cheerful, innocent, confident. There was something bittersweet in his voice, something that told him there was more to it. Aelyeau wasn’t the type to pry further. 

Where was that person now, when there was nobody else to speak to? They were both truths. They were both Telios. The sight beside him, he realised, was the effect of perhaps, everything, or nothing at all. 

This was all it took for them to cry.

He thought about Zyx again, after that.

———

He was banging on the door, his arms hurting, his lungs barely taking in enough air. At some point, his legs had given out, his body now half-leaning against the metal frame.

“Come out, Oryi. Please. Don’t stay in there. You didn’t…it wasn’t…” The hitting of something was his only reply. Every once in a while, there was a muffled noise, before it was back to striking. 

Two weeks. Two weeks of bottling all of this up. He couldn’t choose whether he prefered this or noiselessness, but both were equally bad. He just wanted to help.

Someone was approaching, the clang of metal on metal easy enough to recognize. Lotti stopped beside him, squatting to survey the keyhole.

“Hello. I do not know what mistake I made. I’d like to fix it. The others were unable to convince me to stay in the room.”

Sigh.

“It’s locked—” A click resounded, a strange metal object in the other’s hand. Whatever it was, it worked, the door swinging open with ease. Like a deer caught in headlights, Zyx’s expression was frenzied, a million emotions flashing by at once. 

She was teetering, swaying from side to side, visibly indecisive as to whether to fight or flight. Her entire face was red, sweat trickling down her skin, blood on the knuckles of her hands and smeared on her cheeks. No words were said. Zyx tilted a bit more to the left, imbalanced, one foot leaving the ground as she finally toppled over. 

She never hit the ground. 

Lotti was there in a second, slowly settling her down on the floor. “Belated apologies for not catching you in time when we first met. You’re hurt.” Gasping for air she could barely take in, Zyx trembled. 

“Breathe,” Aelyeau tried, regaining the strength to move to where she was after closing the door behind him. His words fell on deaf ears. What was wrong? This wasn’t just about the battery, he could tell. 

It was awfully quiet.

In space, all their problems were theirs and theirs only. Nobody was going to hear them outside this small place they adapted for themselves. 

She wasn’t breathing, because she didn’t think she could. Zyx had forgotten how to be alive, the months that followed beyond her small little corner of her own lonely universe, the two weeks that dwindled away in not-stasis.

“Hey,” Aelyeau started once again. “We don’t care what you do. You don’t have to hold back. Scream if you want.” 

So, she does. 

It started small. A noise escaped her, a small, stuttered, breathless exclamation. Testing the waters. Lotti let her punch wildly, beating fists on her frame. Too light to have ever done anything of harm; too heavy to not be meaningful. A crescendo, a wave parted in two at its climax as she shouted herself hoarse. 

It was a loud thing, a broken thing, tapering into disjointedly incomprehensible sentences from some bygone language and then words that simply couldn’t come out anymore, voice worn ragged. She could breathe now, after exhausting herself. Tension couldn’t coexist with that.

Zyx pulled her legs inwards, curling up. Clutching at Lotti’s clothes like touch wasn’t enough, grip leaving creases on her cloak. There was no comfort to cold metal, but yet, and yet, Lotti was the closest thing to her, tugging her into her lap. 

It was an easy thing to do, simply being there, and he realised: he must have been that anchor. He still was. Eyes still searching for escape, they landed on him and locked in place, together with the rest of her body. Trying to match his breathing. 

In, out.

———

“I heard you drove the ship,” Lotti mused, tilting her head. The others had gone to get some much needed sleep, it would seem, or possibly another sleep-deprived task. Preferably the former. 

Zyx had separated herself from her after calming down, the three of them sitting in a small little circle, Aelyeau barely paying attention to the conversation as he took out a roll of bandages from its package. He should have gone back to his room, but she understood when this kind of thing was needed.

“You told me you wouldn’t go anywhere near the wheel.” Lotti hoped her voice was enough to convey what she wanted. At her words, the other averted her gaze, a slightly sad smile failing to be hidden.

“Eh. It’s fine, I guess,” she said, shrugging.

“Kyrai’is told me you did a good job at it, for your first time on this kind of ship. Itaph’ri also conveyed to me the chemical makeup of your ship’s battery. They are good adaptations. I will ensure I don’t make the same mistake again. And Telios installed a temperature sensor for me.”

“Good? You joking? I nearly killed you with my stupid project.” A gust of wind swept through the room, brought on by a flap of her wings.

“My calculations conclude that it increases the efficiency of energy supply by 230%. You’re a ‘natural’, if my wordbank is not failing me.”

Aelyeau scoffed, pulling the gauze over Zyx’s hand as she took a sharp inhale, hands still raw. “That’s an understatement. Oryi’s great. You should’ve seen our ship.” A half-hearted shove with her other hand. Lotti could see him biting the inside of his cheek. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. This one’s pretty alright too, isn’t it? Even if the autopilot and navigation systems are pretty…sucky. It’s…very spacious.”

“You want to talk about boosters and stuff, don’t you.” Now, she was glaring daggers at him. “Called it. Ship nerd.”

“The ships at PAGE would be of your interest, I should expect.” 

Not the ones she’d ever been in, but she had the pleasure of testing one, once. There were so many controls and linkages it managed to make even her a little overwhelmed. The Cicada wasn’t too advanced; she found herself thankful at times.

“Mhm.”

“Never seen the interior of one…wait, who said that?” 

Lotti gestured to the doorway where the three other members of the crew stood, Kyrai waving at them too enthusiastically to have ever been asleep. Telios’s face was half buried in their blanket, fluorescent lights indubitably bothersome as they squinted blearily and tried not to trip on the loose folds. The outside of the training room was dark, the lights powered off without any other occupants requiring them.

Itaph ambled in first, squatting down to inspect the bandaged hand, Zyx tugging her arm away from the offending person.

“You tied it too tightly. And you didn’t wash it first.” Blunt as always.

“Oh, enlighten me, almighty one, I am but a lowly peasant,” Aelyeau replied, doing as best of a bow as he could while sitting.

“So I shall.”

Zyx groaned. “I am not the patient here, go away.”

“Lotti’s fine. Your point? Want to overheat like her?” Back and forth, back and forth.

Scene one. The minor wrestling match goes on for a while before Zyx gives in, reluctantly letting Itaph inspect her fully and help. Telios checks up on her one final time while describing the different types of ship-related features and the sheer marvel that battery was, the other listening on. When Lotti finishes compiling one final report internally to prove functionality, Telios has long since been sound asleep. 

Scene two. Aelyeau yawns, resting his head on the palm of his hand, and proceeds to shift himself so the singular blanket covers him, sound asleep. Zyx goes next, of course, attempting and failing to blink away fatigue. Tomorrow, the blanket would be on her instead.

Scene three. Following suit is Itaph, the cold of the floor more comfortable to him than not. Then, satisfied, Kyrai slumps against the other bodies, relaxing.

Scene four. All is quiet. All is well. 

[End log entry, fade to black.]

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scuffed a/n + analysis (please tell me this works)

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Combat Skills || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Dirty fighting tactics, and just all around fighting scenes (cause I need more practice with those)

Wordcount: 3208

Summary: Having to train in the Danger Room with Gambit is a different beast all together

AN: brings up plotpoints from @shadowphoenixrider's story because as she calls it we're just in an ouroboros loop together now

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"I don't want to train with Remy in the danger room"

Shadow couldn't stop a bark from laughter escaping as Drifting flopped onto the kitchen table in defeat, a groan leaving her.

"Stop laughing, I'm serious."

"Oh, come on, it can't be as bad as me being teamed up with Logan."

"Ah, the age old question of would you rather die by knives or explosions? The answer is; neither."

She knew fully well that by stepping into the training room the actual risk of Gambit seriously injuring her wasn't high. For what it was worth, with how the team looked out for each other, there was always some safe fail to pull to immediately stop whatever was going on. However, the risk was not at zero, and maybe that's why she entered said danger room with a little more trepidation than she would otherwise. He stood in the middle of the room, casually leaning his elbow on the staff he used in battle and shuffling his deck of cards in a way a professional dealer would be jealous of.

"Didn't think you'd show up."

"Had half a mind not to."

Taking one of the cards with a flick of the wrist and immediately setting it alight with the pink glow that spelled out trouble, Gambit cocked his head at her with a smirk painted on his face.

Oh, she really didn't like where this was going.

"Can't keep hiding and running from me forever, mon ami."

How long had they been in combat? It wasn't like she had the time to worry about the passing time when explosive cards were thrown her way, row by row, like ammunition leaving a sentry. Trying her best to stay quiet, in her head she thought about how she would rather not be directly in his line of sight.

"At some point you gotta come out of hiding, or, start using it to your advantage. I've got all day, and plenty of cards to spare."

God, his cocky attitude about it was annoying. Good for him for being so in tune with his abilities, but that also created the problem that she didn't see an opening in his attacks to do something about it. She couldn't think of any solution to her problem, the onslaught of explosives being thrown her way in erratic patterns that she somehow had to dodge keeping her too on her toes to formulate a plan of attack. So first things first, she needed to get herself the hell out of the line of fire.

Clambering one of the many structures around, she finally found some much appreciated relief as he hadn't heard her leave the flat floor. Right. Okay. From her higher perching point, Drifting observed Gambit for a little bit, trying to get an idea of what exactly he was trying to accomplish with these constant... ranged attacks.

Of course they were ranged. If he kept them closer to himself he risked being in his own blast radius; that was probably what the staff was for instead. So the real question was; how did she get in close enough range where his cards would be too dangerous to use in what was still supposed to be a friendly match, and what did he have up his sleeves for when she got in that range?

... Teleportation would be useful right about now, but she assumed the whole point of this was to not depend on the talents of teleporting mutant.

She was lightly disturbed from her thoughts as he whistled a little tune, stopping his attack of cards as he had apparently somehow put together she wasn't on the ground floor anymore- the fact that she hadn't made a noise since clambering up over the small yelps when pink cards had dropped at her feet probably giving it away.

"Come out, come out, wherever ya are," and despite knowing he couldn't see her she couldn't stop herself from flipping him off at the tone of his voice. Either way she had to get in close combat range.

With Gambit.

It wasn't her preferred plan by a mile, but it was the only one she had.

"Are you really tossing the towel in this early, mon ami? Are you that scared of confrontation that you'll tap out of a fight with Gambit so soon, hmm? Such a sh- hey!"

Something, or really someone, had grabbed onto the lowest part of his coat. It was lifted up and yanked back hard, only to be swirled over his head as his attacker clearly had the idea of trapping him in his own outfit. He had to give it to her; it was a clever idea despite being a dirty tactic. He had just enough time to free himself from the tangle of fabric before the staff he used for fighting in close rank now came flying towards him. He didn't react fast enough for the first blow to not hit him square on the shoulder, but he blocked the next few to get an idea of how she was wielding it. As soon as he saw the opportunity to he grabbed on with both hands, feeling her struggle to get it back from his grip.

"You wanna play it rough? Don't hold back now; a real enemy wouldn't either."

"Okay, wait, hold on a second," she called, her position pretty much already been given away with how they struggled for possession over the staff, "you really don't want me to hold back?"

"No time outs in real fights either, petite-"

"Gambit."

"Oui. Fight as dirty as you like. Gambit can handle it."

"... on one condition,” Condition? The mere notion of it made him raise an eyebrow until she continued, "when you inevitably have to go to Shadow to get healed, and she asks why you look the way you do; you tell her it was your idea."

".... D’accord," and if she wanted to play it dirty then he didn't need to hold himself to all the honor rules either. As soon as the agreement to her terms left his mouth, he forced his energy into the staff just enough to make it hot to the touch. It forced her to let go with a yelp of 'ow,' relinquishing the staff back to him which he immediately wielded against her, hitting her sides as she struggled to cover her flanks.

Her invisibility no longer gave her any advantage, so she dropped it in order to focus on fighting back. She started blocking attacks, grabbing back onto the staff to start a new tug of war over its ownership. She couldn't physically take it back, his grip too strong. But hey, he had said she could play dirty. Planting the full force of a powerful kick to his upper left thigh stunted him enough for her to rip the staff out of his hands, before wielding it much more like a make shift baseball bat to hit him with.

 It was such a non-conventional way of this weapon being used that she easily connected the hit to his shoulder, before so easily wielding it properly and shoving the end hard in his stomach like she was trying to win a pool table match that she actually got him to the ground.  Okay, she had to have had practice with one of these before; enough to wield properly, while with enough give to her technique that she wielded it in wildly inappropriate ways.

"What was that about tapping out?" she dryly remarked, approaching him with the staff to keep distance between them. He just smirked, grabbing onto the end pointed at him as she got close enough and watching as the realization hit her.

"Oh, fuck-"

Before the last letters of the words had left her mouth he yanked with all his might, immediately pulling her off balance and making sure she collapsed by sweeping her feet out from underneath her, tossing the staff aside so neither of them had control over it anymore. Within a second he had her in a headlock- Well, sort of. Instead of having his arm around her neck and risking actually hurting her, his arm rested more or less on and under her collar bones. She could sense that to him he was only applying minimal pressure to keep her in place, but to her it felt like a vice grip she wouldn't easily slip out of.

"Tap out, and I'll let you go. Easiest deal of your life, mon ami."

Well, those were apparently fighting words, because he could feel long nails clawing at the material on his arms. It was lightweight and not that easy to break, but those talons were definitely digging in. She was still trying to break free from his grip, her brain for one moment wondering if this was anything like being bitten by a guard dog that refused to let go. She halted her struggling for a moment, summoning that thought back to the forefront.

Instead of clawing and pulling at his arm to try and break free, she harshly shoved it further up towards herself; biting down hard as soon as the offending limb was in range. It was enough to make him let go, and she ignored his yelp of pain as she flung herself out of his grip. She immediately picked the staff back up and swirling it towards him, pointing the end of it at his neck.

"Stay. Down," she almost barked, not wanting to have another round of all this. There was a moment of a truce between them, then she started to wobble on her legs without any of his doing.

She flicked the staff back around, using it as a makeshift crutch and leaning pole; both her wrist resting on the top part as she leaned it away from her. She was breathing so bad Remy swore he could see the faint outline of her ribs through her suit.

"You alright?"

One of her hands shot up, gesturing at him to hold his thoughts for a moment. She couldn't answer, her breathing and heaving so intense that she knew for sure that if she decided to talk her breakfast would come back up the wrong way to say hello. She waited for the feeling of nausea to subside before changing her position so she stood beside him, facing the same direction, lightly tapping her fingers on the staff thrice. She had enough.

"Don't tell Gambit he tastes so bad that you gotta tap out before your victory?"

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ, god damn you, you son of a- what the fuck are you laughing at?!"

"Was that every religious curse you bottle up when talkin' to Kurt, or what?"

"Unleashing that kind of hell around a catholic is considered unkind in most circles, if not 'kind of a dick move,' so," she shrugged lightly, taking another deep breath before finally pushing herself up straight.

"Mhh, wouldn't want to upset him now would- nice try," he said as he grabbed onto the part of the staff moving towards him; Miranda had tilted it sideways, using her wrist almost as a makeshift barrel to a seesaw and hit the backend with her free hand to use its leverage to her advantage, "you've got some skill; where'd you learn all that?"

She just shrugged, looking at him with a slight smile.

"Girl's gotta have her hobbies, buddy. Anyway, no, it's not because you taste vile; I just got up too quick and my body had enough. If you want to know what you taste like, well, you know who to ask; and it's not me."

Gambit decided that it would really be in his favor to not react to that, instead checking just how bad the damage was where she had bit him. After stripping his arm of the skintight fabric, he looked where the indents of her teeth stood pressed into his skin, giving a slightly impressed sounding whistle.

"Good thing you don't come with fangs, petite; you would've drawn blood. If that's you still holding back, hate to see the guy who actually pisses you off enough to make you bring your full house."

"Oh, like you weren't holding back?"

"Gotta be gentle with the new folks, y'know. Or maybe your cards just came up a lot luckier than for most when facing me in here, who knows? You're quite a wild card yourself, all things considered. Oh, and if you must know, it's also quite 'unkind' and 'kind of a dick move' to show up uninvited to what was supposed to be a private moment.'

He rolled his red gaze towards her, lazily observing her while not bothering to move from his spot. If he wanted to get up, he would've done so by now.

"And really, thirty minutes was enough for you to drag your favorite teleporter into- ow," it wasn't actually that hard of a hit, but he certainly just missed dodging the open palm that connected to the back of his head.

"You know what your problem is, LeBeau? You like the sound of your own voice so much, people barely have a choice but to find creative ways to make you shut the fuck up for once. Some methods, granted, more in your favor than others. Either way, both of us should pay Shadow a visit. Me, so I can stop feeling like I got hit by a fucking freight train, and you to get that bite looked at before we find out I also possess zombification powers or something."

"... Invisible zombies," Gambit mused, clearly letting the thought of it linger in his head for a moment too long, "... thanks. I hate it."

He took the hand she offered to get back up from the ground, also accepting his weapon back when she twirled it over and held it out to him. A visit to the resident healer of the mansion was very much in order.

... And awkward, above all. Remy insisted Miranda would be healed first, and whether that was to prove that chivalry wasn't dead or because he wanted her out of the door before himself was anyone's guess. Green eyes flicked back and forth between Gambit and Shadow, until the silence grew so awkward that someone had to say something.

"So," Remy started, the word doing little to deal with the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, "what are you gonna do?"

"About what?" Miranda dryly replied, getting off the chair and gesturing at him to sit down, "I mean the plan is kind of to get my ass upstairs and then face down into my bed, if that’s what you mean."

"Non. About what you saw-"

"Saw what?"

Two sets of eyes were on her, blinking in confusion, as she calmly leaned back on the closed door to the room, shrugging for a moment.

"The trees in full bloom? If anyone wants to see that, they don't need me to tell them, they can go out there and check themselves. Why, was I supposed to see anything else?"

Shadow and Gambit stared at each other for a moment in utter confusion, not understanding Miranda's sudden change of heart on a dime- Until it clicked for Shadow when she realised this had been exactly how Drifting tended to move in a crowd. Or at least, through the crowd of coworkers they both used to deal with. Drifting knew everything, about everyone; sometimes even against her will as people tended to spill the beans to the one most withdrawn and to themselves. Ones who weren't in the habit of sharing the secrets granted around.

"You're giving us a way out."

"Way out of what? Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about. I saw nothing but dense trees full of lovely smelling blossoms; which is not quite a juicy tale to tell. And if I did see something story worthy, which I didn't, mind you; wouldn't be my story to tell, now would it?"

She mimicked zipping her mouth shut, before clicking the doorhandle down with her elbow and graciously leaving the room. Because, truthfully, a bed sounded like a wonderful place to crash in right about now.

As she dragged her way upstairs, she remembered that Kurt's room was much closer by the staircase than her own. She saw through the slightly opened door that he happened to be in there as well, sitting on the bed while reading some thick classic book that she was too tired to comprehend the title of; she couldn't even tell what language it was supposed to be.

For just a moment she tried to walk past and go to her own room, but a mere two steps away from his door her mind seemed to stubbornly decide that she wasn't going to move a singular step away from the nearest comfortable looking bed. Rolling her eyes at herself, she took the two steps back and lightly tapped on the door with her knuckle.

"Come in. Oh, guten Abend Miranda, done with the danger room training? How do you feel?"

"Physically, fine," she replied, watching as he swiveled his tail aside to make room for her on the bed, before sitting down and pressing her face to the back of his shoulder, "mentally; like I've been up for seventy two hours because some mad scientist wanted to study what that would do to the human body."

The gentle sound of his laughter was somehow so heartwarming, as a sense of comfort started to seep in. Listening to the occasional sound of him turning the pages, she found her mind already being more at ease.

"And why didn't you offer to be my trainer, anyway?" she asked, the light accusatory tone of her voice totally meant in jest.

"Because I don't think you want to try your luck with a swordsman that fast."

In the silence that followed Kurt swore he could almost hear the cogs in her head turn as that statement sank in, feeling the slight weight against him being lifted as she pulled herself back up.

".... Wha- You fight with a sword?!"

"Swords," he corrected, holding his fingers up as he counted them out, "Eins, zwei, und drei; three in total."

He really tried his best to not chuckle when the dead silence further implied that her mental image of his fighting had been something else entirely. Maybe he would ask her sometimes how she actually imagined he took down the sentinel alongside Rogue and Wolverine, or what kind of weapon she had assumed he wielded instead.

".... I'm not unpacking that right now," she replied, flopping down on the bed and looking at the ceiling for a moment, before rolling over on her side as she much preferred sleeping that way than on her back. The bed was soft, the sheets and pillows had an inviting scent of freshly clean laundry about them, and yet as her eyelids fell shut she still felt the need to bring something up.

"Hey, Kurt, do me a favor; wake me up for dinner?"

"Mach ich, kein Problem."

“.. thank you.”

[quietbluejay]

Spotlight: Hot Rod

"…there's no way I should be able to make it down to the surface of this particular moon without being detected and shot out of the sky!"

Hot Rod is balancing on something

Hot Rod, narrating: But in my book, there's no "can't be done." There's always a way

"And the more downright insane it seems..."

"It's a rush!"

what an intro

"…to power up and generate the null field"

"even so"

he crashes into the snowy ground

"it's a far cry from a gentle landing

he nearly passes out

he tries to focus on the mission but instead he starts to have a flashback

oh yeah fun fact this was Nick Roche's first entry in officially doing anything for IDW he did the art for this issue

they're approaching some dusty towers

Hot Rod transforms

"Unless I miss my guess, this is the outer perimeter…"

he confirms that all his team is ready to do their parts

Gizmo, Backbeat... the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out

and Dealer

Gizmo asks about the statue guys

"they're the Omega Guardians, right?"

yep, they are, they're here to defend The Magnificence

which is what Hot Rod and his team are here to steal

heist time!

"The trick is to get in and out, clean, without a firefight" (not exact text)

back in the present, Hot Rod thinks about how getting down was the easy part

now...

so, worse than grindcore, even? yikes

"It's supposed to be impregnable, which, as it happens, is just one of many words…"

"that is not in my vocabulary"

oh, Hot Rod, soon you're going to be written by a writer that's all about pregnability

he throws a doohickey onto one of the struts

"No, wait, scratch that first one. Northeast loop is clear. But…I now have no visual for aisle nineteen, north"

narration: as the viral carrier wave gets to work…

he jumps onto the glowing grid

narration: I make my move!

the virus is apparently fairly sophisticated so it should keep them busy chasing after trouble spots for a bit

"...slip through the gaps"

"Ever closer, I hope…"

he's doing something with the wires on the underside

"...to some small measure of redemption"

as he works, he tries to once again figure out the moment it all went wrong on Ki-Aleta

back to flashback once more

they're trying to set up some holograms to distract the Omega Guardians

so far it's working

while this is going on, they sneak into the inner chamber

"Hot Rod, this…feels wrong. I…just can't…"

the problems is, the Decepticons can

The Magnificence is basically an oracle, so the Decepticons will have a map to everything they want in the universe apparently, if they get their hands on it

Gizmo is fine but the generator is totalled

and the Omega Guardians have noticed Gizmo

Hot Rod yells at him to abort mission and fall back

meanwhile they got the containment field down on the Magnificence...

...just in time for a couple of Omega Guardians to sneak up on them and blow Hot Rod's companion to pieces

"the distant echoes of Download's dying screams..."

and we're back to the present

"…are mercifully drowned out by a cacophony of Styx alarm sirens, as - on cue…"

the alarms are blaring, guards are running

standard procedure is to evacuate all high ranking officers

the block he's going to is quiet

he figures the prisoners either think it's a routine inspection or are just too weak or broken to take advantage

he tries not to think about who else in here he could save

Hot Rod: I have the objective. If you're able - get yourself out of there. Now!

Dealer: H-hot Rod? Hot Rod!

he's pinned down by Decepticons

he yells for Hot Rod to help him

but Hot Rod has his own secret orders he has to follow

he had to use a secret back door and secure the Magnificence himself

in the present

Hot Rod: hold still, now

he puts a fake decepticon badge over Dealer's autobot badge

and helps Dealer out of the cell

"Ultimately..."

"...we were all expendable"

nobody ever pointed the finger at Hot Rod

"but the buck stopped with me!" it's so weird it goes "optics-only" to using an idiom, a mildly dated idiom at that

anyways, it's an interesting take on something that shaped Hot Rod

he puts Dealer down and goes inside

the Decepticons inside: ????

he starts blasting

the ship takes off, Hot Rod having presumably dealt with the Decepticon crew

Narration: do I trust myself?

Narration: Maybe, just maybe…

Narration as the ship flies off: ...I've found a way back

Dealer grabs Hot Rod's hands

Dealer: it's all right

Dealer: thank you for coming back for me, for risking so much. It means, well, everything. What I'd like, more than anything...

Dealer: is for us to be friends!

Dealer looks down at a comm

Dealer: He's fairly dripping with guilt and remorse, sees the whole Ki-Aleta mess as very much of his own making.

Dealer: I wonder how he'd react...

flashback time!

"...if he knew it was all down to me"

yeah so all the mess-ups were Dealer sabotaging it

his handler tells him they still don't have what they want

yeah but, as Dealer says, "Hot Rod owes me, or thinks he does. I can exploit that"

"...and then, Banzaitron, it's all yours!"

Dealer is actually...Doubledealer!

the end

[the-fort-official]

THE CITIZENS:

PRIME APPLES: great and powerful leader of the fort. He may not be fair, or mature, or kind, or just... But honestly who cares he is funny sometimes.

Robo-Prime: he is back from the grasp of the average arcade owner in whatever fucked up sub-multiverse the text doctors live in. And by average I mean only, apparently. Anyways, he is basically prime but with more offense and less defense. Yes, the robot can take less hits than the human. Ironic, I know

Robo apples: head of engineering, and avid hater of fazbear entertainment. His past with them is spotty at best. Also, he doesn't like pizza. Which is weird. Probably trauma...

Control Apples: head of science and with the ability to express himself as well as a cardboard cutout. He does feel emotions, he just cannot show them. At all. Something about one of those therapy beds that was a O.O.P. (Object Of Power). He also likes burning things. Like, more than most Versions.

The tank (formerly known as Fallout apples): bright green power armor, yet blends in better than some people with stealth boys. Want to try to silence a fat man? He's your guy. Also for drugs. He makes all the drugs. ex-soldier of three wars. One for Alaska. One for Vegas. One for Boston. All three for his survival. And maybe fun on that last one.

Felix (fur-merly known as Fursona apples):, Engineer, former leader of the Regrettables (both the faction and the band). He got his time in the limelight. Now he is a actual character! And with the free trauma too. Also he made a lil ring to propose with so... don't tell Will.

Looper: robotic* mercenary for hire. Hope you got the gold! Also there are hundreds of him running around because of time loop shenanigans. Some of them even canonically fuck. Do with that information what you probably won't. (*He isn't a robot, technically. It's a techno-organic virus. He still has all the bits, just robotic. Minus nose, unless it's a snapshot of him with a snout. )

Fog killer: Also known as the apple themed streamer, the apple themed mayor, and the guy with a bigger arcade than @the-arcade-doctor, he is a totally normal and sane botanist trust me bro. Ignore the vines slowly leeching all your blood that's natural. (Now available to talk to on the @evil-group-that-hates-the-fort blog :3. )

Fog survivor: He is an engineer. He solves practical problems. Also works as a medic. He used to be scared of his own shadow. Now nothing phases him. Except getting stabbed because that still hurts.

Clone 007: traumatized asshole with no sense of friendly fire. He will kill anything in his way, no matter if they are helping him or not. Also he has extreme trauma, abandoned issues, and mood swings. The last one isn't related to his past, it's related to his very DNA.

Cashew: A young creature in an old automaton. He is basically a nutcracker from lethal company with some damages. And shorter. Still taller than the average dude, but small for a nutcracker.

Zweifel: What happens when you put a teen so far in the closet he tricked himself into thinking he isnt gay, into a endless colorful hell of wacky whimsical adventures? A hatred of the circus and a fear of vr.

The Angel Of hypocrisy, Nicholai: A homophobic and transphobic douchebag who should eat shit and die. Depending on which version you meet, the name makes more or less sense. Because post time skip, he gets a trans-mask boyfriend who he loves with all his heart. Even ignoring the fact his boyfriend is a serial killer. (If I reference El Carnicero, this is who I'm referring to)

Pixel: Kleptomaniac heister with more kills from just using the environment to his advantage than with his actual weapons.

Stuffie (Formerly known as Monster Apples.): see @plushiemonstervoid I ain't repeating myself.

Satchel: living puppet made from old junk like torn towels and potato sacks. He is tall, lanky, and overall intimidating. He is also a complete pushover who literally can only attack with yarn. Normal yarn. Not exactly lethal.

Demons-Bane: a demon that kills demons. Simple as that.

Warface Apples: currently turned into an anthropomorphic raven for fuckin with... I don't remember, one of @ignisuada 's characters. Generic military dude #171. Nothing special.

Warframe apples: Sneaky, but like stealth in the Deadpool game. He has lore, I just forgot it.

Metal gear apples: god im not even going to bother trying to tie this fucker in with all the bullshit lore this game has. He is a super-soldier. He has a flamethrower. That is all thats important at this point in his non-existent lore.

More to come. Check for edits. Lore is ever-changing after all.

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 89, Replies Part 1

1) “Alright, so, let us try to recover a bit of the lost time. Vigilantes? Yeah, vigilantes. Mirko just started kicking ass? Tricky question, she’s always kicking ass? Okay, so, did the story punched any holes in the worldbuilding or plot? pffft- yeah, I suuuuure it didn’t happen…”-

(L, after reading the chapter)

“NUUURSE! I’ve found a massive hole in this plot! Fetch the band-aids!

2) “Alrighty Mirko, time to show us some badass scenes, if you’re gonna escape persecution from criminal acts I want it to be worth it, aright?|- If there’s one advantage to Mirko, it’s that she’s a guarantee of badassness to ensure, or double your money back, guaranteed.

3) "A person who we don't know the identity of and definitely won't be charged for this even though those event are being transmitted online if I recall correctly "- Given what AFO’s up to, and later resorts to openly stealing Quirks in the chaos, I assume that he cut the feeds at some point when he judged it was time to sabotage the venue and make off with what he wanted from it- in fact, knowing him, he’d already twigged to Knuckle’s infiltration before his match and had pre-emptively  prepared to burn the whole operation to the ground before he’d found anything that could concretely link AFO to the event, hence why he feels secure in (literally) showing his hand in matter now.

For all we know, the feeds were stopped before Mirko burst onto the stage, once “The Ripper” had been taken to the infirmary where he was free to find the incriminating stuff.

4) “Holy shit even the staff? Alright, more meat for the grinder I suppose. Poor bastards.”- They got caught up in the rush, but should have considered where the end result would take them. Oh well, at least this place likely has good dental – AFO had to keep his winning smile somehow, right?

5) “But if we theoretically knew, I bet we would be about to see a true carnage. A one-woman massacre. The Beast of Caerbannog brought to life.”- They’re locked inside a slaughterhouse, and they’re the meat products that need tenderising.

6) “Like I said, a massacre. And glad to see confirmation that this is indeed being shown online, where deeefinitely it won’t remain as a permanent record that can be used to identify her later on, I mean, there’s just so many bunny-people that are on high school and have already been expelled due to illegal underground fights, right?”-  Hmmm, I’m honestly uncertain how much of the event is even being shown anymore. It’d leave too much evidence of AFO’s direct involvement for him to use Kurogiri’s portaling + his Quirk stealing this openly unless he’d already stopped the broadcasting, or put the feed in a closed loop to hide what he was doing, unbeknownst to the actual participants, who are now getting beaten for nothing but Mirko’s amusements

7) “Alright narrator calm down there before she climbs up there to kick your ass as well”- Actually, where the hell is he? He’s still keeping the commentary flow going despite a mass rush of bodies in the cramped confines headed straight for Mirko, so where’s he standing that he can keep an eye on the action without getting knocked over?

8) “Oh yeah it did, but don’t worry, there is enough of it to go around, blood just started being spilled after all

Now rappa, I want you to meet your new best friend forever

god if only Mirko was part of the overhaul raid… “-  Rappa and Mirko really do be sharing the same braincell, just in opposite directions/interests. God but it would have been cool for them to meet/fight in the Hassaki raid again and settle the “Fist vs Kicks” debate once and for all…and I’d actually pay money to see Mirko’s reaction to Tengai’s barrier trciks when he pulled those stunts, and whether or not she could break them by herself unlike Fitgum’s mega-blow. Actually, now I wanna see Mirko and Kirishima interacting, just to see if she’d be up for training his endurance whilst also training her kicks.

9) “ “trying” might be the right word here, because they sure as all hell aren’t succeeding on it.”- An uncoordinated mob vs the most coordinated asskicker in the series, no contest.

10) “Now rappa I want you to apologize to your new best friend because being honest she’s way more “manly” than you. Can’t believe we’ll cancel rappa on shitter due to sexist comments smdh”-  To be fair, he hadn’t spoken to her yet, and I’d honestly find a hard time finding somebody in this series who is more on each other’s wavelength than these duos. I’d also say I ship it, but they love violence more than any romance could hope to compare.

11) “Rappa please, your new best friend is right there and she would actually be incredibly happy to kick your ass into oblivion jesus just get out of Knuckleduster’s dick already”- This is why you should never be afraid to try new dishes on the menu, you might find something you’ll like more than your tried and tested favourites.

12) “oh my god he’s still going after him while casually yeeting people to the side

I can only imagine knuckle back at the office and Rappa outside, holding a boombox over his head like in a 90s romcom.”- That would imply that despite his simple love of straightforward violence, Rappa is skilled enough to track down and keep up with a man whose Quirk is literally all about super-speed, and that’s too funny not to be canon.

13) “I’m sorry, it doesn’t look like knuckleduster is paying attention to what that buzzer was, it looks like he’s so done with this shit he’s disassociating.”- Knuckle is still trying to avert his eyes from the path of the fist, but it will take him down his destined road, one way or another…

14) “Oh boy, is that the proto-trigger? So much for asking consent before giving it to conscious people, right?”- Well, maybe the manager would have asked for consent, but AFO’s not him, is he? Plus, I bet that gas piping was introduced as a “security measure” should the fighting get too out of hand, advertised as a means of sedating the whole crowd at once to avoid ‘incidents’, only for AFO to switch the payload when using it here to his benefit.

15) “Wait, so did the staff knew this was going to happen? But then why would they jump in on the mess? If I knew someone would deploy a quirk-enhancing drug that makes people lose their mind I would avoid going in the middle of a crowd of crazy-ass fuckers”- I’m betting they’re equally confused when people’s Quirks start exploding and spiking in power, but they were expecting the pipes to help sedate them, not push events more and more out of control. But hey, at least it’s really entertaining for AFO, the only one watching from the monitors now.

15) “Alright, so it is trigger alright

So, is this still being transmitted online or did the feed already got cut? Because boy I think it would be hard to overlook this when investigating trigger.”- AFO has definitely cut the feeds, especially since he starts getting ‘directly’ involved now, but it’s unclear as to when he did so.

@thelreads

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Thursday, April 4

Yesterday morning my wife was a very bad wife. (And not in a good way) She got me to get out of bed completely against my will taking advantage of the fact I also had to use the bathroom really bad.

Next thing I know I'm hustling for the bathroom only to discover it was being cleaned...

So it was closed.

Meaning I had to hustle up to the campground above us before finding Relief. 

Kimmer laughed herself silly the whole time.

Not. Cool.

In the meantime, over at the grill, her cousin's discovered that, while we all were sleeping, birds set about making a nest on one side of the grill that's set lower.

Incredible.

He had to fish all the sticks and tiny branches out of there before starting in on the morning's cooking.

No idea how to prevent this the next morning because in the afternoon while all the adults were away, the birds started in again building the nest from scratch.

Whaaaaaaat???

"We weren't paying attention" said the boys in their defense.

Oy.

By the way, the morning was a bright shiny morning in preparation for a warm lovely day. I know because Kimmer's first attempt at waking me up was simply to throw open the doors of the van and allow the bright rays of sun to assault me as if I were a vampire.

By the time the morning's drama is over and I'm back from the bathroom and we have a pretty much vanilla yogurt centered breakfast...

We head out for a morning walk that, if we lived in a warmer climate, we'd probably do every morning at home. We walked over to the main street then up the hill then walked each of the campground loops, spying each of the RVs and camp setups, saying good morning to the people we passed, and observing the occasional couples gazing out at the waters of the Pacific Ocean from their camp chairs. We walked our loop twice before starting up the van and hitting the road.

Hitting the road?

Yeah. I accidentally left my polar fleece at Kimmer's cousin's place so went back for that. And, since we were there, you know, we took advantage of the showers, the electrical outlets for charging our tech, and Kimmer cooked up a new batch of two dozen chocolate chip cookies. We also have a list of stuff we've gotta buy, at the top of the list being a replacement hose for the one I thoroughly scorched the previous night. Then we're picking up semisweet chocolate chips, hot chocolate, and eggs at Ralph's along with the Trader Joe's organic lemonade and orange seltzer from the refrigerator we forgot to grab when we left the first time.

It's a bit of a list and we deal with it by splitting up. Kimmer handles the baking and charting she's gotta do. I hit the store for everything but the eggs and the replacement hose. I do, however, score a tall dark drip coffee for my lovely wife before returning to the house.

Two forty five we're back on the road again because a mutual friend's gonna meet up at camp. 

Three thirty we're sitting around the picnic table catching up, plowing through freshly baked cookies, splitting a non-alcoholic Heinekin, and even getting in a pair of rounds of Uno Attacks! with the boys amidst the conversation.

It was a really sweet and relaxing time under the noonday sun, catching up, telling stories... until it was time to go our separate ways. 😕

530 we're on the road again, stopping by the Trader Joe's not a mile down the road just to figure out where we're going. Our mission is to purchase a replacement propane hose because we burned the one the previous night. To find that replacement we've gotta find the nearest Home Depot which turns out to be in Costa Mesa which also, as I think about it now, well... we woulda done better just going back to Irvine to get everything we needed. Instead we took a long drive to Costa Mesa as the sun was setting. We scored the replacement propane hose then drove over to the nearby Trader Joe's for the eggs I didn't get that afternoon plus a birthday card for Kimmer's nephew whose birthday's next Thursday but we're gonna celebrate today.

Kimmer needs to pick up some allergy meds so I plot the closest Target that ends up being in...

Irvine.

Whoops.

Did not see that coming.

We pass John Wayne Airport. We pass exit signs for familiar Irvine streets. So we call it a night and head back to camp that, by this point, is actually 18 minutes away.

By the time we're back, it's almost 8.

We spend a little time around the campfire spinning our tale of shopping woe, I spend a little time writing while evening lattes are prepared, then I join the boys at the table for a few EPIC rounds of Uno Attacks!

I won't tell you exactly how we made it epic. Let's just say we added some of our own personal flourishes to the game after each play. Especially when a particular play screwed someone.

At some point, we became aware of a number of mice scurrying about the ground around us. Under our table sometimes. I don't know what to tell you but eventually they completely spooked Kyle's friend's Dylan who could no longer concentrate on the game, eventually taking up guard on a camp chair situated right in front of their tent.

He was armed with a mini blower that he wielded as a warning to all mice wherever they might be.

Any mouse he saw got a rush of air that sent them scurrying. Even mice who weren't actually there got a blast.

They really got in his head and it was a helluva thing.

By the time we called the game it was around 930. The boys retired to their tent, making sure mice were not afoot, and I joined Kimmer in the van for the next hour and a half whilst she finished her studies for the evening.

Around 11pm we called it a night. Turned off the lamps. Pulled the blankets tight around us.

And went to sleep.

☺️

[shvdwscng]

"perhaps  if  our  guests  were  not  carelessly  tossed  here,  it  might."  her  cousin  possessed  her  own  talents  of  charming  those  she  wished.  however,  in  the  case  of  their  new,  unexpected  guests,  the  results  would  not  be  swift  as  they  would  hope.  aurora  for  all  her  talents  had  finally  found  her  ultimate  test,  she  knew  with  them,  a  pretty  smile  and  a  few  charming  words,  even  compliments  would  not  be  enough  to  soften  them.  all  of  which  she  had  expected,  it  would  take  much  longer  to  see  a  more  amiable  side  from  the  other  courts.  at  her  cousin's  words,  swift  in  her  words  of  their  beloved  dragons,  has  a  rather  amusing  but  tender  smile  for  the  woman  who  was  her  family.  they  were  fiercely  protective  of  their  reptiles,  even  when  it  they  knew  their  dragons  had  no  need  of  such  thing,  they  saw  more  than  the  faes  ever  could.  "i  do  not  know  if  vala  was  offended,  but  the  latter  is  the  issue,  they  don't  approach  them.  wise  on  their  end,  we  know  that  ones  that  are  a  bit...unpredictable,  we  do  not  want  a  blood  bath  here.  i  believe  the  beautiful  sylphira  can  attest  to  that."  aurora  flashing  the  blonde  a  pointed  look,  as  a  hand  reaches  out  to  her  cousin's  red  dragon,  a  gesture  the  other  was  quite  familiar  with,  and  waiting  for  the  red  dragon  to  accept  it.  "it  is  strange,  when  vala  was  observing  them,  it  was  not  danger  he  sensed,  it  was  that  he  could  not  read  all  of  them,  not  entirely  not  the  way  he's  used  to.  he  did  not  read  anything  awful,  but  he  too  was  a  bit  puzzled  on  the  few  he  managed  to  hover  about..particular  the  high  rulers."  a  chuckle  falls  from  ves's  remark,  "come  now,  i  would  not  use  that  term  around  them.  they  shall  only  ever  see  the  charming  emissary,  not  the  devious  one."  she  winked,  lilac  hues  glinting  "not  yet  anyway." 

aurora  settles  beside  her  cousin,  "i  will  keep  you  in  the  loop,  i  am  also  only  just  getting  to  know  them,  not  inquiring  too  much  not  even  from  the  other  emissary's,  they  will  not  speak  so  soon  yet.  i  believe  for  now,  giving  them  some  space,  and  trying  to  be  accommodating  might  the  best  course  of  action.  i  inquired  from  our  high  lord  if  we  could  assist  them  in  settling,  giving  the  families  their  living  quarters,  seems  they  did  not  have  their  belongings  with  them  so  our  seamstresses  and  tailors  will  have  their  hands  full  providing  them  all  clothing.  particular  for  the  high  families."  her  gaze  shifted  once  more  from  her  cousin  to  their  skyline,  "there's  a  few,  in  due  time  i  will  introduce  you,  but  i  have  taken  a  special  interest  in  the  winter  and  summer  faes,  as  well  as  day.  you  might  like  winter's  general."  dusk  did  have  the  advantage  of  not  being  caught  off  guard,  aurora  did  not  believe  in  danger  but  once  more  they  would  not  divulge  any  information  to  their  guests  until  they  had  a  better  understanding  of  them.  then  there  was  the  fact  that  the  rest  did  not  have  the  full  extent  of  their  abilities.  "i  think  our  lord  moods  have  soured  further  because  of  these�� strangers  in  the  hallways.  it  will  take  some  time  for  our  faes  to  get  used  to  interacting  outside  of  our  court.  i  did  speak  to  our  high  lord,  he  is  preparing  before  he  reveals  himself  to  our  guests."

"Cauldron, if only pretty curtsies had that much power," Vesparia mused, her voice tinged with both irony and a hint of wistfulness. If only it were as simple as a bow and a smile to bridge the chasm between their worlds. For too long, the Dusk Court had been fed tales of the other courts' coldness, their selfish natures—stories whispered by their Mother, painting a picture of isolation and caution. Yet, now that she stood amidst these supposed strangers, Vesparia could see that they were not so different after all. They breathed the same air, felt the same fears, harbored the same hopes. Some bore wings upon their backs, but in the Dusk Court, their dragons provided the wings of their souls. Despite being outnumbered, the Dusk Court had their draconic allies to level the playing field if relations turned sour. These magnificent beasts, with their ancient wisdom and fierce loyalty, were what set them apart, a deterrent to any who might think to challenge them. "Have they? Anyone who dares offend or approach a dragon would deserve what they got, in my opinion," Ves continued, her tone sharpening. The sheer audacity it would take to advance on a creature with fangs the size of swords—such recklessness bordered on lunacy and a severe lack of self preservation. Sylphira, her own dragon, embodied this very wildness and danger. Curiosity might have stirred within her when the other courts arrived, but her temperament was far from hospitable. "Well... it would help if you thought of them as our guests and not prey, cousin," she advised, her seafoam gaze meeting hues of lilac. There was a gleam of amusement there, a shared understanding of the absurdity of the situation. Ves looped an arm around Aurora's as she continued. "But I await more news from you about our new visitors. I, for one, have met none so far that are worth mentioning," the huntress concluded, her lips curving into a wry smile. The truth was, while the others might see the Dusk Court as a dangerous enigma and be wary of them, Vesparia knew they were simply people trying to survive, to protect their own. And perhaps, in time, they could all learn to see beyond the stories and the fears, to the common threads that bound them all. Until then, they would watch, and wait, dragons at their side, ready for any confrontations just around the corner. "Oh, but I did meet Mùyáng within the halls of the palace. Still as sour as ever."

[bibliphale]

i didn't have to be asked twice , certainly not. not as i rolled gently on my side at the sound of his gentle coaxing , stretching forward willingly to cradle his face in my fingers , drawing him in for a soft , lingering kiss. honestly , i could do this all day. cuddle with him , taste the lingering flavor of alcohol on his tongue , feel him against me like he was always meant to be there. my kiss was brief , gentle , sleepy as i broke away again , looping my arms easily underneath his outstretched ones , hugging him to me again as i nosed myself closer , placing a kiss to his bare chest before pressing my forehead there instead.

my fingers splayed , tracing absent , lazy shapes 'pon his back , the pad of my thumb drifting along the ridges of the puckered scars along his shoulder blades.                    ❛            mm .. no one's looking at us right now , crowley. haven't you noticed ? i haven't heard from heaven in ages , they're clearly focusing their attention elsewhere.            ❜                    i was prepared to take full advantage of that fact , & i have been. it was so painfully easy to fall into the rhythm of casual , genuine affection with crowley.

ah yes , my sworn enemy , my hereditary rival , may you bare your teeth & hiss at me while i raise my flaming sword in conquest.

it was an admittedly hilarious visual , considering it would never happen , especially not now , not as i closed my eyes & breathed in the soft familiarity of his scent , unaware of the faint , gentle glow i'd begun to give off in the darkness of his room. see , that was something i couldn't control. every time i got overwhelmed with the feelings of love , of genuine heartfelt affection , i rejoiced in the warmth of it , & bits of my heavenly grace seemed to ease from my pores , glowing like .. well. love. i hugged him against me easily , expelling a soft , tired breath , smile hidden 'gainst his sun - kissed skin.                    ❛            well , i've missed this. even if you won't admit it , i'd like to think you did , too.            ❜

i knew without a doubt he had , of course. still , it was fun to mess with him , even as sleep deprived as i was. stifling a yawn through the backs of my teeth , i lolled my head back 'pon his pillows , content , only slightly away from @n1atruc's chest.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 within the vast expanse of her glittering embrace, & all mortal worries seem to rock with it. they are pushed as they are pulled, all by the light of the moon ( you had spent so much time looking upward in your ethereal eons of existence, you'd never quite bothered bearing witness to the birth of the seas. ) when abandonment of your god had left a void of all comforts, sky darkened and deafened to prayers [ ... ] your newly born snake eyes had stolen away the sight of stars. rebirth would always be a form of destruction.

stripped of the creation he'd once held most dear, celestial child must turn his yearning gaze and his undying devotion toward something lower. so he builds his unstable home in water instead of sky.

& further still, nestled within the arms of an angel he knows. by the impish arch of a single brow, crowley shifts his weight, writhing against satin and silk until he is further buried in angelic arms [ ... ] drinking in the sensation of touch like wine. DEVOURING IT, LIKE A HOUND STARVED! ❛   ────i'm a demon, remember? 'reckon i might be somewhat allowed the abhorrent sin of missing you .. your lot, on the other hand─ ❜ words begin to trail off as he intertwines long, narrow digits into the spaces between another's / as though they'd been built for little else but this. ❛   ─well, we wouldn't want you getting any strongly-worded notes from his royal smugness, now, would we? ❜ huff of breath tickles into tangles of auburn locks, somewhat matted against the pillows, & scatters a wave of gooseflesh over him.

just as he begins to settle once again toward sleep, there is a withdrawing which unsettles him from his soul. hold upon his hand is forsaken for the press of another phantom kiss to his shoulder, yet offers no consolation for angel's abandon. it unhinges him from contentment, and drags him instead into a state of marrow-deep unrest ... ( come back, ) ( be here, ) even as a knuckle drags over the hills and the valleys of ribs wrapped taut in skin.

roll of serpent tongue along the sharp edges of his teeth, and he chases after it almost helplessly, rolling to his other side. ❛   hm, ❜ much to the contrary of aziraphale's plague of sleep-haunted horrors, crowley's own sleep was often sickeningly saccharine. there were times he wakes with his teeth aching... ( in truth, they went something like this. )

in the light of the moon, amber eyes mirror in a shine of silver like feral beast's; but curve of his lips is warm, and oozing affection like honey. ❛   a hammock does seem a bit beneath you, i'll admit. my sanctuary is yours when you want it, angel. ❜ for me, it is you. it has always been you. he shifts, and spreads an arm: offering his chest toward @bibliphale like virgin sacrifice. ❛  come here. ❜

[wallgirl]

Playing Hard-to-Get with Poseidon (headcanons)

So, Poseidon has decided, by some stroke of fate, that he desires you. Poseidon is not a man who’s used to being denied what he wants. Maybe you have a good reason to play hard-to-get. Maybe you’re legitimately not interested. Maybe you like being chased. Maybe you actually like him too but want him to work for it to prove his feelings. Well, good luck, because Poseidon doesn’t stop until he gets what’s his.

Do not show any fear around him. Fear is a sign of WEAKNESS, and he can take advantage of that. Treat him respectfully, but don’t quake in your boots. Don’t act awed by his presence, either. This will really throw him for a loop. He’s not used to being treated like one of the crowd.

He will not engage you in conversation. He’s too socially inept good for that. Instead, he will stand as close to you as possible at social events without looking overly obvious about it. This is his way of staking his claim. Ignore this and move on. He won’t follow you around. Yet.

Eventually, lavish gifts will appear at your doorstep. Jewelry, clothes, books, cosmetics... Anything he thinks you might be in to that he approves of. Most of it will feature some sort of motif of his, as his calling card and as another way of marking you as his. Do NOT wear any of the apparel around him. He will read this as victory and carry you off.

If the gifts don’t work, he will begin to get impatient. This is where you really have to watch your step. Prepare for him to step in without ceremony if he spots you socializing with another man. This is easy for him; all he has to do to chase any would-be rivals off is give the poor fellow his signature death glare. If the man persists, he will just start throwing his trident between you two from afar. If the man continues his death march, the trident will be aimed for his head. Tread carefully; this is how you get Yandere Poseidon.

The upside to all of this? He’ll be there in an instant if you’re in harm’s way. Cornered by crooks? About to become shark food? He keeps tabs on you, and he’ll tear every last threat to bits before he lets them touch a single hair on your head. If nothing else worked, this may be enough to make you give in to him at last; Poseidon playing the knight-in-shining-armor is swoon worthy, after all.

At some point, Poseidon will have to face the fact that he needs to spit out his feelings, since you seem too oblivious to work it out on your own. He will do this in as cold and detached a way as possible. He’ll find you when you’re alone and demand your hand make an offer of marriage to you. Now it’s up to you to decide whether or not to accept.

If you deny him, prepare for him to completely shut you out. It’s not that he stopped caring, he’s just pissed that you have the audacity to reject HIM, of all people. If you change your mind, seek him out and make a tearful apology. Tears work well on him; he doesn’t want to see you cry, no matter how angry he is. He’ll begrudgingly accept. Kiss him to put him in a better mood.

Once you’re officially a couple, it may take some time for him to really have faith in your affections. You spent so much time running away from him, after all. Shower him with love, even if he pretends to hate it, and he’ll learn to trust you.

Despite how complicated it is, playing hard-to-get is probably the best way to permanently secure his interest in you. When it gets down to it, Poseidon is still a man, after all. Use this to your advantage to ensure his attention remains on you and nowhere else. The harder the task, the sweeter the reward, after all.

[allthingsarmin]

nerd!armin x popular bimbo girl!reader?

the reader needs a tutor so she asks the smartest boy on campus and they have a “study session” in the library

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it! (ALSO: I’m so sorry this took so long to write omgmgg please forgive me) ~ I also would like to write a better version of this later. Though I'm in love with this prompt, I feel I didn't write the smut part that well.

Minors DNI! NSFW below the cut. Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader.

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At this point, Armin’s legs were burning, his heart racing and hands uncontrollably shaking, while you were practically out breath, your lungs tightening as you released yet another hearty laugh and not caring about the sweat running down your forehead. Neither you nor Armin expected to be running away from the librarian at 2am in the morning on the cold, campus sidewalk, your hair and makeup questionably messy and his shirt noticeably unbuttoned with hickeys staining his neck. However, the thrill of it all was something you didn’t know you both needed…

Earlier:

“Y/n?” Armin questioned, waving his sharpened pencil in front of your face. “Are you paying attention?” He awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. You look up at him, battering your mascara-covered eyelashes at him. “Ahh… I have no idea what’s going on,” you sighed.

Armin wanted to bang his head against the library table. He knew it would be difficult teaching the ‘campus bimbo,’ but he didn’t know it would be this hard… yet there he was. 1am on a Thursday, the test tomorrow, and you still couldn’t grasp the basics of quadratic functions.

“Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested, loudly dropping his pencil on the table, leaning back in his chair, and adjusting his disheveled collar poking out of his blue sweater.

“Okay!” you giggled mindlessly, turning to face him in your chair as you twirled your hair in your fingers. “Even though I’ll probably fail the test tomorrow, thank you for teaching me!” you exclaimed, fiddling with your compact mirror and checking your dolled-up face.

Armin tensed up at your backhanded words. Pushing his hair back out of frustration, he cursed the fact he was wasting his time with such an ai-headed girl. “Y-you’re welcome,” he hastily said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Why didn’t he say no to your study session - if you could even call it a study session - ? Even though Armin was the school nerd, it’s no surprise to him that you came and asked him for help because, well… Everyone does that - always taking advantage of Armin - only talking to him because they want to use his neat, color-coded notes, only inviting him to parties so that he would later help them study.

You felt bad for Armin. Though you couldn’t deny he was way too uptight, everyone did make fun of him for every little thing; the way he dressed like a professor, how he was always so punctual, the way he was the first to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question, how he came extra prepared to class with extra pencils.

But being so close to him now, this was the first time you realized how handsome he actually was. His turquoise veins protruding from his soft, pale skin… his slender fingers gently holding his flashcards, his toned muscles peeking their way through his rolled up sleeves and making his clothes just a little tight, the sharpness of jawline contrasting with his kind, bright smile, the way his ocean blue eyes stared intently with such passion, and his thick, golden hair growing to his eyebrows, allowing his cute ears to shyly show themselves while his undercut beautifully shaped his face… he was beautiful.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you suddenly asked.

Armin was taken aback by this question. No one had ever asked him this nor did any one seem to have any interest in his personal life whatsoever.

“No,” he paused, “I don’t have time for that stuff…” he trailed off. Armin never had a girlfriend, and thinking about it now, he never really had any crushes. He was way too busy keeping up with his grades, extra curricular activities, and student council. It would be practically impossible for him to keep such close relations with his kind of responsibilities, but that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely… his arms aching for someone to hold, his heart cold due the absence of warmth of a person he loves.

Armin didn’t bother asking you if you had a boyfriend. You were the most popular person on campus, partying with countless dudes every weekend, hanging out with a large group of girls at the mall nearly every day, your phone buzzing so much during class that your professor told you multiple times to turn it off, and you were pretty - your hair was always done in a pretty style, your makeup (though a bit slutty) always brought out the best features of your face, your nails were always painted, your skin was smooth and silky, and your perfume scent was addicting. Not only that but your clothes showed off your body so well; your skirt that was just a little short allowed people to see your cute panties when you bend over to pick something up, and your shirt that was barely even a shirt was always cropped above your waist and showed off your bouncy, plush cleavage… so of course you had a boyfriend. But even though Armin was an incredibly focused nerd, he couldn’t deny that your sweet smell, tight clothes, and lipstick-covered lips made him lustful.

“Too busy for that stuff?! Aren’t you lonely? It’s like you don’t even know how to have fun,” you chuckle, jokingly hitting his shoulder which happened to be really muscular underneath his sweater.

“Haha yeah,” he said, seemingly uninterested in where you were going with this.

“If you’re so busy, does that mean you don’t have time to masturbate?” you giggled, covering your plump mouth with your hand and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Armin became extremely flustered as tints of red washed over his body in waves.

“W-what?” he stuttered. “Why are you asking me these questions? We are supposed to be studying!” he quietly shrieked, looking away to break eye contact with you and playing with the watch on his wrist.

“Haha, I am just joking. You’re such a nerdy boy, just want to make you blush,” you sincerely smiled.

“W-well I am a young college student, so obviously I - I do that from time to time thanks to p-porn,” he stammered.

“Woah woah wait. Someone as uptight and rigid as you watches porn?” you harshly laughed, genuinely shocked. You scooted your chair closer to him and leaned into his neck, your hot breath caressing his skin and your hair resting upon his shoulder. “What kind of porn does this nerd like to watch?” you inquired, widely grinning as you saw how embarrassed Armin had become.

On the inside, Armin was fuming, mostling frightened that he had gotten himself into an embarrassing loop with no escape that would most likely be gossiped about amongst the popular students, but mostly angry that some dumb, slutty bitch was wanting to pry into his personal life, not even appreciating the fact that he spent countless hours in the library helping you study to no avail because you couldn’t pay attention if your life depended on it… that this same dumb, slutty bitch was just getting her fun from teasing some nerd who is taken advantage of and forgotten by everyone… angry that you - with your pretty makeup, plump lips, short skirt, and overflowing cleavage - weren’t paying the price for your teasing.

Suddenly, Armin sat up in his chair, his muscles tensing through his clothes, and an aggravated look forming across his face, wrinkling his brows. He quickly takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to his face, allowing you to see the different shades of blue in his eyes and his soft, blond eyelashes. His innocent, geeky look is nowhere to be found on his face as he intensely stares into your eyes.

“It just so happens that this nerd likes to watch useless, empty-headed bimbos like you get their pussies abused,” he said, dominance seething from his teeth as his mint breath hits your face. Before you even have time to think, Armin unbuttons his slacks and practically forces your mouth on his hard, pretty cock.

Watching you gag and choke on his cock with saliva dribbling down your chin made him laugh. “You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, slut, we’re in a library remember?” he coos. He abruptly pulls you off his cock, taking in the sight of his lipstick-stained tip and the mascara tears streaming down your face. His treatment was so harsh and so sudden, making you miss the ‘nicer’ and ‘quieter’ Armin, but you couldn’t deny his sudden dominance made your aching cunt flood with arousal.

Before doing anything else, Armin scans the library, making sure no one is around. Grabbing your wrist, he forces you to sit on his lap, facing him on top of the library chair. Everything happened so quickly, barely even leaving you time to think, barely leaving you time to think that Armin was using your body to relieve his anger and frustration, not leaving you time to realize how sopping wet your needy cunt actually was.

Sitting atop his lap, he spreads your plush, soft thighs, exposing the fact that you didn’t wear any panties to this study session, causing Armin’s eyes to widen.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised that a whore like you wouldn’t wear anything underneath your short skirt to our little ‘play date,’” he snickers. He leans close to your ear, softly biting your neck. “It’s almost like you were asking to be fucked by me.”

You don’t know what to say. Your mind is so empty, fuzzy, and shocked that the only thing you can do is comply when he demands that you ride his cock. Armin lets out a low groan from the bottom of his throat as your tight, warm pussy encloses his thick cock. You let a pathetic whimper as he begins to thrust up into you, and Armin gives you a glare, reaching up and tightening his hands around your throat. “Remember, you have to be quiet, or are you too dumb to remember that?” he sinisterly smiles.

Armin begins to harshly thrust into you as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto dear life as he deeply penetrates your spongy, sensitive walls. He slithers his slender hands into your shirt and starts toying with your nipples and pinching them when you’re being too loud.

Groping your ass, he whispers in your ear, “you know, I don’t even know why you’re in college… you’re so dumb. Why don’t you just drop out and be my little slut for when I come back after class, huh?” You sink your head into the crook of his neck, embarrassment coming over you at the same time as pleasure fills your walls when he tells you those mean words.

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. Your hair is a tangled mess, your makeup completely smeared, and your eyebrows furrowed as your innocent-looking eyes beg for some type of release.

“F-fuck, you look so dirty,” he groans, leaning his head back.

“And you look like two students who are going to be in so much trouble…”

Both of you tense up and look behind you to find the librarian staring daggers into your souls.

Immediately, you hop off of Armin’s dick, gathering your things as he struggles to pull up his pants. Both of you at an ungodly speed bolt out of the library doors. Yeah, getting potentially banned from the library would suck, but maybe it was something you both needed. Armin needed to learn to loosen up, have some fun, and you needed to learn to take things seriously and maybe just put in a little more effort.

“Ya’know, it’s kind of late. We can go back to my dorm, and I can help you study for maybe another half hour… if you want,” Armin shyly asks as you both continue running down the sidewalk.

“What about the other half hour?” you questioned.

Armin’s face grows red. “We can finish… chemistry…”