#aos drabble

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

Rin Okumura: NSFW Alphabet

A-Aftercare

After a night of 'the Devil's Tango," Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, drooling all over his pillow and sleeping like the dead, but that's just most of the time. If he manages to stay awake long enough, he probably loves pillow talk—telling each other how much you love each other and maybe complaining about his day and Yukio, who's up his ass more than usual. He's also always looking for a way to show off one of his only talents, 'cooking' so if you express any form of hunger before he falls asleep, he's quick to jump out of bed and prepare you a meal worthy of a Queen.

B-Body Part (On you & him) Rin honestly loves everything about you. Though if you ever asked him this, he'd probably think it was a trick question and get nervous and anxious, not being able to think of anything on the spot. Though if you clarify that it isn't a trick question and that you're just simply curious, he'll take the time to think about it before deciding on your face. Yeah, boobs are nice and all, but your face has your eyes that he loves staring into and that beautiful smile he loves to see.

On the other hand, when it comes down to what he loves about himself, for a lot of life, Rin thought he was nothing more than a violent monster, and when he was found out to be Satan's son, those insecurities just worsened. He's hated his hands for a long time; they seemingly brought violence everywhere he went. Yet, one day, when you held his hands without fear and commented on how much you loved them, he could swear he could die happily knowing that you loved something he despises so much. He likes his hands now, knowing that you love them

C-Cum (what he does with it & what it tastes like) Unfortunately, Rin does not like the invention of condoms; he complains that they don't feel personal enough, even though he's already balls deep inside you. He won't wear them willingly; you have to practically force him into one, but he won't cum in you. He knows you have a life and doesn't want you to be stuck carrying Satan's grandchild, especially while you're still in school. He'll pull out and cum all over your ass; the sight sends a shiver down his spine every time, but there has been an accident or two where he has cum inside you to riled up to realize he was cusping orgasm. His awkward chuckle and the rubbing on his back of his neck almost makes your anger go away…almost.

His cum is not necessarily bad either. In fact, it's as enjoyable as it can get swallowing down seed. He has a healthy diet and makes his own meals, staying away from the artificial stuff. The only notable difference is that it's a lot warmer than others, even cusping the phrase 'hot'. Also, there's a ton of it, like it should actually be illegal to spew as much cum as he does.

D-Dirty Secret (Does he have own) Rin is probably a slight hypocrite—just a slight one. He teases and joshes Shima for saying and doing perverted things about women, proclaiming that he's too much of a' studly womanizer, but he has definitely jacked off to a pair of your panties before. How he got his hands on them is a mystery, but he's taking this secret to the grave unless his big, fat mouth spills it while he's blabbering on and on.

E-Experience

Despite Rin's attractive, boyish features and the talents of a professional chef, he has no experience. He gets no play, has never gone on a date, no bitches, nothing. Not only does his unnatural temper and strength scare away lots of girls, and most people aren't lined around the corner to date the son of Satan himself, especially due to his blue pyrokinesis that he's still trying to learn to control.

F-Favorite Position Rin's favorite positions are anything that allows him to see your face; if he can't see your face, then he's a bit huffy and fussy. "Missionary," though a little plain, always gets him shooting blanks like no other. What can he say? He loves the intimacy. Though he's also not against holding you up against the wall with ease due to his demonic strength and fucking your brains out as you go limp in his hold.

G-goofy

Rin hates silence along with sitting still; it's almost like he's allergic to it. If it goes quiet for more than 2 minutes, his leg starts bouncing, he starts getting fidgety, and he overall becomes fussy and annoying. That being said, he hates sex that is silent because, in his mind, when someone is silent towards him, they're mad at him or they don't want to be around him, two things he dislikes very much. So he makes it his personal mission to ensure you're always having a good time when you're in bed together. Your laughter from any slip-ups that may occur makes it all worth it, and he'd embarrass himself to the end of time just to hear those giggles once more.

H-Hair Before getting into a relationship with you, Rin never bothers to shave down there unless it's actually starting to bother him. He didn't think he'd be getting a blowjob on a random Friday night, so why bother? But now that you've entered his life, he takes a step back, realizing how unappealing spitting out pubes mid-sex can be and making it a practice to keep himself clean down there.

I-intimacy Rin definitely loves intimacy and being romantic with someone, even if he sometimes makes 'alpha male' jokes with friends (Shima) about how it's lame; he's a deep sucker for all the mushy mushy. Every day he wants to spoil you with gifts for staying by his side even when his brother didn't, but there's not much a broke high school student can buy as this rich preppy school, so he makes it up to you in other ways. By making you lunch, rubbing your back, ensuring your hands stay interlocked the entire time he fucks you into his mattress in mating press, leaving sloppy shuddering kisses down your spine as he fucks you doggystyle, and making you cum over and over by means of his mouth and hands (which he's surprisingly good at, not to brag about it).

J-Jerk Despite being raised in a church and having the most talented, unshakable-faithful priest as a father figure, Rin beat his dick like no other. There's not much privacy in the church, so he had to ensure absolute silence unless he wanted everyone teasing him in the morning at breakfast, but jacking off always helped reel in his uncontrollable temper. He's an ex-wire now, and honestly, he's always just a bit too tired to think about touching himself, and besides, he has you now. But if you're even not in the mood when he's desperate, he will resort to his primitive ways with a tight grip around his length and moaning to and grunting to his hearts content now that he's lives basically alone in the abandoned dorms (excluding his brother and maybe you).

K-kink Rin definitely has a food play kink; he loves eating, and he loves you. Combining his two favorite things together is a recipe for success. He'll hide it under the guise of baking something together, all shy and jittery while trying to be smooth like usual, but it ends with your chest covered in his spit and the residue stickiness of honey and chocolate blubbering about how much he loves you. Also, he has a super huge praise kink when you tell him just how good he did at something; he thinks his heart will fall out of his chest and his dick might burst out of his pants. He brushes off your comments dismissively at first about how it was no big deal for him, but if you compliment while in his demon form, his tail will wag like a little puppy, and you'll see it since he never tucks it in.

L-location Despite Rin's sporadic and energetic behavior, he knows when reckless things are just a bit too reckless, and this is one of them. Getting caught fucking you in mid-public would definitely paint him in a more perverted light than Shima, and having to explain what's going on while you're both trying to cover up is more than enough to keep the lovemaking to the safety of your room, but if you're pushy enough, you can persuade him into a bathroom stall or even a storage closet. What can he say? He can't deny you.

M-motivation Seeing you in your Cram school uniform, the shorter the skirt and the tighter the shirt, the better. He also likes to see you kick demon ass, your biggest hype man, and when you're both done, he pulls you away with him already knowing what he wants to do to celebrate.

N-no (what he won't do) He won't use his flames on you or have anything to do with his demonic powers. He is quite literally terrified of hurting you with something he possesses, and he even has nightmares about you hating him and being engulfed in flames, screaming, and crying. He's also iffy with threesomes; he's kind of possessive, even if he won't say it, and if you wanted one with Suguru ("Bon"), he thinks he could burn his classmate to ash as he's already unsheathing his sword.

O-oral Rin loves both equally; he's never going to be one to turn down a blowjob, but giving to you has just the slightest tip over the edge. Hearing you moan and squirm his name as he holds your hips down with his effortless strength, your squeals and cries light a fire in him that doesn't hurt anyone (except for maybe you when you're overstimulated by belief).

P-pace Rin's pace is usually sloppy and quick; he knows he should slow down and take his time with you, but time isn't on both of your hands. The threat of Yukio coming into their shared room is always looming, and besides, you haven't complained through any of your orgasms yet. Yet, on days he knows he has you all to himself with no worry about Yuki appearing, he takes you nice and slow to show you his appreciation.

Q-Quickies Rin is a big, big fan of the art of a quickie. Sometimes schoolwork is a lot, and along with the additional pressure of Exorcist training and grueling mission hours that leave you both exhausted, there isn't a lot of time to take you to bed, peel off your clothes slowly, and really go to town with the foreplay. He prefers if you suggest them, so he doesn't seem pushy, but if you agree to one, no matter who asks first, he'll take you to the abandoned dorm male dormitory and do you in against the wall in the first room he sees, maybe even in the hallway if he's really restless.

R-risk Rin isn't always into into risks despite his volatile and reckless nature, it really depends what the bad outcome of the risk could be. So if it's anything that potentially lets anyone beside his friends at the Cram school know he's the son of Satan let's just say he's wont be jumping with enthusiasm like he usually does.

S-stamina Rin stamina depends on his emotions largely, if he's in his normal human-goofy self he gets like two maybe three rounds in before he's out for the count and 5 seconds away before passing out on your boobs, if he's in his demonic form snarling and growling like a wild beast his stamins and endurance are unlimited and you could do 7 rounds pass out three times, voice hoarse, sheets soaking wet with sweat cum and he's still ready for another round.

T-time

Rin's round last maybe 10-15 minutes at a time of just one of your normal fucks, not including the foreplay. Foreplay included could stretch the session up to 20-30 minutes of total time, and for the scenario of quickies he can bust his load in 5-8 minutes tops.

U-unfair Occasionally Rin will tease but it's mostly likely not done on purpose and it's with his words and not his action. Sometime he's just says the cheesiest thing ever that'll make you all shy and flustered and he'll stand there confused but smirking nonetheless assuming his his lighthearted compliments swayed your hearts. Now when you tease him Rin melts into the floor: when you tug him along like a little puppy away from his friends to show him something or touch dangerously close to this crotch as you two sit side by side his eyes turn into his hearts and his mouth goes dry as he tries not to get a boner.

V-volume Rin is moderately loud when he's on top of you and his words dirty talk consists of lots of profanities (little potty mouth), groans and sweet nothings as he fucks into you gummy walls, but when he's on the bottom with your weight on his lap you better believe he's whimpering and moaning like a dog in heat as you ride him deeper into submission.

W-weird fact Like mentioned in the anime and demonstrated many times, grabbing and touching Rin's tail makes him basically paralyzed. So while not really unknown, it is weird how something so simple can render him so defenseless to all your perverted whims. Whenever you do it and give him a knowing smile crawling near him, he only whispers out an anxious "Be gentle" with his voice cracking and his face beet red.

X-ray Rin isn't big, but he's isn't small either he's like the perfect size. He's a grower definitely about 3 inches when he's soft; but it doubles to about 6.4 inches when he's hard, maybe 6.8 if he's rock solid with arousal. His tip is blushes red like crazy when he's needy and he leaks like a broken faucet. His balls are cute and very squishy and they don't hang to low either. It's perfect just like him.

Y-yearning On a scale of 1–10, Rin lands about a 6.5, maybe a 6.8 if it's been a rough week. It's not always on his mind, like a perverted deviant, but staring at you for too long, or more specifically, the swell of your skirt or your breasts within your blouse, can definitely cause stray thoughts to appear. What can he say—he's a hormonal teenager?

Z-zzz Like mentioned in 'Aftercare' (A), Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, and when he does, there's no point in trying to wake him up. He's basically a drooling, snoring corpse, but you do notice that his tail instinctively wraps around your leg and ankle to keep you from getting very far away from him, even in his sleep.

[xjulixred45x]

Yandere! Demon King! Rin Okumura x reader

BIG SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA!!! DONT READ THIS IF YOURE NOT UPDATE!!

Keep reading under Your own risk!!

Now, a little background because this idea came to my head when I was rereading the manga for the third season of Blue Exorcist.

Remember the alternate reality if the Maga had leaked and many of the protagonists had died? When we have the two-year Time Skip, Rin is something like a terrorist on the side of the demons(along with other Things, but this is the Main Focus).

Can you imagine what it would be like to have this Rin as a Yandere?

Obviously he's not as harmless or innocent as the canon one, not at all, if he can already kill humans without blinking on a normal day, being a Yandere for someone definitely triggers all these aggressive impulses TO THE MAX.

I like to think that the object of this Rin's obsession/adoration would probably be his partner before the whole Maga incident happened, and that he just started to develop yandere tendencies as an early response to the trauma.

reader in this case I really didn't see anything wrong with this precisely because they was also traumatized by the incident (and potentially orphaned, like many, so Rin is the ONLY person they have left. Codependency).

although I don't rule out the possibility that Rin could become obsessed with someone after the Maga incident!

I see more likely an obsession with someone or 1- that he is very innocent and correct, just wanting to isolate them from the world and protect them from the Cross. or 2- someone very competent and who has morals clearly contrary to the cross, precisely because they would understand each other better in this universe.

although it doesn't matter how Rin meets his partner, he is definitely much more brutal when it comes to protecting them 💀 you already saw what he did to the girl of the Cross (Michael), if someone tried to do something to his partner he would definitely set them on fire. or decapitate them. whatever comes first through his mind.

he is VERY overprotective, probably reader@ is isolated in some hideout that Rin has out of the reach of the Order, and they are constantly guarded by demons, so escaping is a big NO NO.

If by chance, reader, he managed to get out of hiding, I highly doubt he would get far, Rin would find them with the giant snake and take them back to the hiding place.

Ironically, the little demons can be both allies and enemies. Some are mischievous and like to play matchmaker between Reader and Rin (tangling them together, pushing them into hugs) and others genuinely don't think much of what they do.

Rin can control them to take care of Reader when he's not around, doing things like bringing them comics to entertain themself, bringing them food, even acting like house cats and asking for cuddles.

There are demons that even show favoritism towards Reader and have helped them out of hiding several times (sometimes the other demons have given them away, sometimes they haven't).

...but at this point it's just to get some fresh air. Even waiting for Rin to arrive on the porch.

The first time it happened, Rin was pretty freaked out. Then he cried with happiness and hugged Reader for an hour.

Unlike the original Rin, Demon King Rin is not as delusional and is much more aware of the situation and how bad it is, he falls more into the category of a repentant yandere but who would not let go of his obsession. He simply cannot risk it. He has lost so much already. Let him have this.

Despite everything, he treats his partner very well! He constantly brings them gifts, he cooks for them himself (he even remembers how to cook thanks to them), and from time to time they even read books/manga together!!

It is one of the few moments where he does not have to remember the kind of world they live in, and in what situation it all started.

(This Rin would definitely be more than capable of causing a Blue Night if his partner is taken away from him, do not try it).

I don't think Rin (not even this one) is capable of hurting his partner, but he's definitely more than capable of scaring them, whether it's coming home with blood on his clothes or even taking them on one of his escapades. It's not nice to hear him burn people alive.

DK! Rin has a lot of nightmares, so maybe the only thing he really forces his partner to do (aside from living and hiding with him) is sleeping in the same bed. It's almost...sad. Listening to him talk to people in his dreams and wake up crying.

Ironically he's a lot calmer when he and reader are in fields or abandoned places, he can even be convinced to get the demons out of the area and play with them.

And they probably do this quite often, when everything is too much, or when Rin finds someone from the past in the city. He NEEDS this. A moment of disconnection and comfort. A moment of tranquility...and love.

seeing the reader smile and play, having fun, smiling at you... is enough.

If you make slimes with your eyes . It is eerily domestic...

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

@trancylovecraft i think You might like this 👀

[py-dreamer]

Nezha incorrect quotes (and a bit of Ao Bing too.)

Nezha: Sun Wukong. I am the guardian and protector of children. I don't have time-

Baby xiaotian running past: yayyyyyy!

Nezha:...for children.

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Nezha: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I'm faster and have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Wukong:....(¬U¬)

Nezha: SHUT UP-

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Nezha: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Ao Bing: Thats because your too short to do so. Nezha: ...Listen here you fucking—

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Mei: Two bros! Xiaotian: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Mei: Zero feet apart 'cause they're GAY AS FUCK!

Nezha with Ao Bing, 15 meters away: WE'RE JUST MEDITATING BY THE POND!

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Ao Bing: I eat salmon because they’re good for the spine. Ao Bing: And my spine has been ripped off my back, so Nezha, if you’re out there—

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Nezha: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Ao Bing: But I was sent to kill you the first time we met, so that doesn't mean anything.

[amethvysts]

DULCE, TAN DULCE — B. POLIDORI.

𖥻 sumário: sua primeira vez com seu namorado, blas. 𖥻 avisos: conteúdo +18! não foi revisado (nunca reviso pq we die like real men here)

💭 nota da autora: baseado em dois pedidos que recebi sobre o blas, escrevi isso aqui. inspirado no rei do sexo, gustavo cerati, o título é de canción animal hihi tá curtinho, mas até que não achei tão ruim. de certa forma, é meu primeiro drabble de smut, então, adoraria ouvir a opinião de vocês! espero que gostem! ♡

"Você tem que respirar, bebita," o lembrete do seu namorado vem acompanhado de uma risadinha, abafada pela pele da sua bochecha, por fazer questão de murmurar contra a sua pele. A trilha de beijinhos molhados é esquecida quando você se arrepia da cabeça aos pés, soltando a respiração que nem percebeu segurar junto de um gemido um tanto extasiado. "A gente mal começou e você já tá assim?". 

A provocação é respondida quando você, propositalmente, aperta o pau dele dentro de você, fazendo com que Blas quase engasgue com as próprias palavras, deixando um gemido atordoado escapar do fundo da garganta. O encara com uma sobrancelha arqueada, como se o desafiasse a dizer qualquer outra gracinha. 

É quando ele se afunda completamente dentro de você, te tocando fundo, mas tão fundo, que você é atingida pela certeza que o sentirá até o dia seguinte. As mãos seguram as suas coxas, empurrando-as contra o seu peito e o ângulo te ajuda a sentir cada centímetro dele. É viciante, entorpecedor, e você se pergunta porque levaram tanto tempo para fazer isso; não que fosse capaz de pensar a fundo sobre a questão, pelo menos, não quando o sente sair de dentro de você só para meter até o final de novo, se enterrando. Os suspiros e gemidos saem como uma sinfonia, acompanhando o ritmo lento das estocadas de Blas.

As mãos te apertam, te trazem para perto e te deixam colada as coxas dele, e os barulhos da sua buceta parecem deixar o ato ainda mais gostoso. Sente o peito esquentar e você precisa batalhar contra a própria vontade de fechar os olhos de prazer, só porque não quer perder a chance de continuar observando as feições de seu namorado, que parece cada vez mais entregue aos seus movimentos e a sensação de ser engolido por você, tão quente e necessitada. Os longos dedos caminham pela pele da sua coxa, caminhando pela pele úmida, subindo pela sua barriga e acariciando um de seus peitos, só por um tempinho, até ele segurar seu queixo. 

O tronco de Blas se inclina mais uma vez sobre o seu, os lábios pairando sobre os teus e as arfadas quentes de ar que escapam da boca dele te fazem choramingar, as sobrancelhas franzindo com força enquanto o encara por entre os cílios.

"Tão gostosa, nena," ele elogia, gemendo contra sua boca, ainda sem a beijar. Entre suspiros, os quadris dele se chocam contra os seus e, olhando para baixo, você percebe que as coxas dele estão ficando vermelhas pelo atrito. Blas percebe o seu olhar, e por mais que sinta falta de te ter o encarando com tanta admiração, sente a necessidade de implicar, "Tá vendo como você tá me engolindo?"

O jeito que a palavra sai dos lábios dele é imunda, e te tem gemendo que nem uma idiota por baixo dele. A visão, combinada com a sensação dele te fodendo, e os sons tão sujos que vocês criam juntos é o suficiente para te ter se contorcendo e ofegando. E também é todo o combustível que o Blas precisa para te deixar pior. O próprio prazer fica no passado quando ele vê os seus olhinhos revirando, e a única coisa que ele consegue pensar é que precisa te fazer gozar no pau dele. Torna-se uma necessidade te arruinar daquele jeito, ver seu corpo tremendo e as costas arqueando por causa dele.

Não que ele seja de ferro, porque toda vez que sua mão, esperta, puxa os fios cacheados ou quando você se contrai em volta dele, Blas tem que afastar o rosto do seu, só para respirar um pouco. Os dentes mordem o lábio inferior, a testa se franze e os olhos castanhos reviram, e os gemidos reverberam pelo quarto, tão carentes quanto os seus. E é em uma dessas em que seu namorado deixa a correntinha de prata que usa bater contra o seu queixo, conduzido pelo compasso das estocadas. 

Mais pela irritação de ter o acessório esbarrando em seu rosto toda hora, você se distrai ao capturá-lo entre seus dentes, segurando-o em sua boca e encobrindo os seus gemidos chorosos. Atento a todas as suas reações, mesmo que aparente estar envolvido no próprio prazer, Blas abaixa os olhos, curioso para descobrir porque você parou de soltar seus sonzinhos tão deliciosos. Surpreso, mas muito contente pela descoberta, o seu namorado não consegue esconder o quanto a visão o encheu de tesão. Ele ri, um tanto incrédulo, e te faz sorrir, também, ainda segurando a correntinha entre os dentes; e você pode jurar que consegue sentir o pau dele contraindo dentro de você. O sorriso de safada entrega que você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo com ele. E Blas não pensa duas vezes antes de colocar a mão na sua bochecha, te provocando com um tapinha de leve.

"O que que eu faço com você, hein?"

[illegalpaladin]

Could I get a cute one of McSpirk visiting bones’ family and Kirk and him help Spock learn how to ride a horse? Also a bit of Spock being surprisingly charming meeting Bones’ parents?

Thank you for the prompt! I did something a little different-- I wrote AOS McSpirk this time. I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it!

“Good god, man. It's just a horse.”

Spock stands stiffly at the edge of the corral. A bay stallion is nosing lightly at his sleeve. He is doing everything he can to ignore it.

“According to my research, a horse kick can have an impact of 8,722 Newtons.”

McCoy raises an eyebrow and his frown deepens. He's standing next to a horse of his own, holding the reins in one hand. His mother is standing behind the fence, watching them, and covering a laugh with her palm.

He rolls his eyes. “Didn't you grow up with a saber tooth tiger?”

Spock looks as offended as he ever lets himself look. “I-Chaya was a Sehlat.”

“And that's less scary than a horse?”

Spock opens his mouth to argue, but he's cut off as Jim rides up on the two of them. He’s moving too quickly and too wildly– he tugs roughly on the reins and the horse skids to a stop. “Y’know, Bones, I think I see where Spock is coming from.” His horse snorts. “Horses are intelligent animals. I'm sure it's strange for Spock to see such a smart and powerful beast being used as transportation. Right Spock?”

“No,” Spock says flatly. “It is simply that horses…”

“They freak you out,” McCoy offers.

Spock sighs, but he doesn't object.

“Don't worry about it, honey.” McCoy's mom watches Spock warmly, and McCoy can tell she's already falling for his Vulcan charms. “Not everyone's got experience with horses. We've all gotta start somewhere.”

“Yeah, don't worry, Spock. It's easy.” As if to prove a point, Jim pulls hard on the reins and leads his mare in a tight circle. “I’ve only ridden a horse one other time, and I've got it down already.”

McCoy rubs his free hand over his face. “When the hell have you ridden a horse, Jim?”

Jim shrugs. “I got drunk when I was seventeen and climbed the neighbor’s fence.”

“Did– did you ride bareback? How did you even get on the damn thing?” He makes eye contact with his mom, who has an eyebrow raised curiously.

“No idea. I don't remember.” He turns his horse back to look at Spock. Spock’s horse nibbles his sleeve. “C’Mon, Spock. It's just a trail ride. You can handle it.”

McCoy sighs. He steps over to Spock, and his horse follows dutifully behind.

He points at the stirrup. “Put your left foot in there, then swing your right leg over.”

Spock looks skeptical. His horse’s ears twitch.

McCoy and Jim stare at him expectantly.

“You can do it,” McCoy hears his mom say. “As easy as riding a bike.”

Jim leans forward on his horse, resting against her neck. “Do Vulcans ride bikes?”

Spock sighs again, but this time he tentatively steps to the side of the horse. He reaches up, and his fingers brush against its dark coat before settling on the saddle. He lifts a foot, puts it in the stirrup, and hesitates.

McCoy hands the reins of his own horse to his mom and steps closer. He puts a supportive hand on Spock’s back. “Go ahead. I've got you.”

Spock raises himself up and throws his leg over the horse. McCoy’s hand drops, and Spock settles into the saddle.

“See? You're a natural. You even have the perfect posture.” McCoy's mom smiles. McCoy steps back, and within moments he's hoisted himself into place on his own ride.

“Finally!” Jim grins wildly. “Let's get going already!”

McCoy throws one look at him and frowns. He steers his horse towards him until they're side by side, and he reaches out to move Jim’s hands. “You're holding the reins wrong, you idiot.”

“Well,” McCoy’s mom grins. “Not all of us can be naturals like Spock, now, can we?”

[tonguetiedraven]

🌧️ Rainy day activities! Feels nice and cozy ❤️🙏

I couldn't decide so have a few, lol. I also tried to make these actual drabbles and 100 words is so restrictive!

Splish Splash

Konekomaru had never seen the point in puddle jumping. It just made him wetter in uncomfortable ways, and he complained often about that.

Shima still jumped in every puddle, splashing everyone.

“Shima!” the warning was too late as Shima jumped anyway, splashing everything.

“Live, Koneko,” Shima encouraged with a grin. Konekomaru rolled his eyes.

But he stepped in a puddle even if he didn’t understand. Shima beamed, and Konekomaru smiled softly. He didn’t always need to understand to join anyway. Not when it made Shima smile like that and not when there would be warmth and dry socks at home.

Rain on the Green Grass

Shiemi always loved the smell of rain.

“Come inside!”

Often to her own detriment. She got distracted in drizzles and stalled in storms and slowed in sprinkles, and it usually ended with her being a muddy but happy mess.

Yukio smiled as she danced in the rain. Izumo complained and swayed very little. Rin splashed and made almost as much a mess as her.

Grandma had shown her the dance and her mother had always resisted it, but Shiemi had seen her dance too, so she continued to love the rain and bring a bit of dance to every storm.

I'm Wet Through

“Shaddup,” Shirou grumbled, sneezing into his tea.

Tatsuma snickered and didn’t try to hide it.

“You know,” Tatsuma said as he served Shirou more, “that wasn’t what I meant by hydration.”

Shirou glared but the sniffle of one of the twins had him looking down in worry he’d deny. They were both still asleep. Perfectly happy and bundled up in their warm and dry things.

He’d thought to get their rain gear, it was his own he’d neglected. They’d stayed dry and he hadn’t. Now his clothes were drying and Tatsuma was laughing.

“Shaddup,” he growled, but Tatsuma just laughed.

[nebstar-pie]

navigation.

shoto who was perfect. shoto who studied hard, always came in first during midterms and finals, the boy who was next in line to be just like his big brother.

his big brother, who worked days and nights to provide for them both. who kept shoto on a tight line. his brother whom he admired, respected, devoted himself to be like; touya todoroki.

but that man was a greedy pig underneath it all. striving to do better, be better, anything and everything and everyone. but shoto doesnt know this.

well, he does. he just refuses to accept.

and when he finds out the truth, hes absolutely devastated. and he has no one to go to—or does he? what about those phantom thieves hes been hunting?

at first, no one accepts him. not rin, not yuno, not eren. not even carla. no one, except nebula. she opened her heart, sympathized. and for the first time ever...

shoto found a friend.

[super-unpredictable98]

Prank Wars | Back to 15 (De Volta aos 15)

Word count: 1,7k

Pairing: Fabrício X OC

Warning: Strong language, mention of (fake) blood

A/n: Hello everyone! As many of you know, this blog is going through a transition period. As the end of The Eighth Child nears (hopefully very soon with the last chapter), I'm starting to write for other fandoms I care about. A reimagining of Hard Candy is in the works with another AU and other fics are also coming for my second blog (my David Tennant blog lol). This is one of the fandoms I'll be working with from now on and I encourage you all to watch Back to 15 on Netflix if you haven't yet. Thank you so much to @jozstankovich for writing this fun piece with me and being my fandom buddy once again. Oh and I know Halloween is gone, but I was only able to get around to it now, so I hope you all enjoy it!

[Masterlist]

"Okay, Carol, Anita... GO!" Lydia said, closing her eyes tightly as she stood next to the shower in a pink dress and brand new ginger hair.

"Are you sure?" Carol asked, hesitantly. "This dress will never be the same."

"It'll be way cooler, just go!" Bruna growled.  

Anita and Carol then started pouring two buckets of fake blood on Lydia while she laughed a little and tried to get it all over herself.

"Here," Camila chuckled, placing a cheap plastic crown on her head. "Prom queen."

"Knock knock! You guys in there?" Fabrício called, pushing open the door to República das Imperatrizes and stepping inside. "Lyds, are you ready?" he exclaimed, checking his phone before slipping it in the back pocket of his faux leather pants.

"She's ready!" Camila came out of the bathroom giggling with fake blood on her fingers.

"Hey, baby!" Lydia came out leaving a trail behind her (which Rafa would most definitely make her clean in the morning). Her eyes were still closed, but when she opened them, she grimaced at the sight of her boyfriend's costume. "What are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing? What are you wearing?" Fabrício scoffed, his brows knitting in confusion. "I thought you were supposed to be that chick with the huge--" he trailed off, making off a huge boob motion with his hands.

"I said Carrie and Tommy!" Lydia laughed. "Oh please tell me you didn't actually dye your hair black," she came closer and started analyzing his look.

He wore black faux leather pants and a white wifebeater, big chain, double grommet belt, sunglasses, black hair, dangling earrings, and some drawn on tattoos. "Tommy Ross! Not Tommy Lee!" She laughed harder.

"How was I supposed to know?" Fabrício exclaimed, frowning petulantly, jerking his chin away from Lydia's amused gaze. "And yeah! It's only semi-permanent though," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"It's fine, the girls are getting ready, we should get to República Tcheca if we don't wanna miss the party," Lydia chuckled. "Did you bring the car? This blood doesn't stain, it's mostly dry."

"It better not, or you're cleaning it up on your own," he huffed, though he smirked at her. "It's kinda scary how hot you look covered in blood," he chuckled, taking her hand to head outside.

"You look pretty hot yourself," Lydia stood by the door, waiting for him to open for her. "We shouldn't drink too much tonight, I'd like to remember what we do."

"Aw, alright, just enough for a little buzz," he agreed, pulling open the door for her. As she settled in her seat, he slipped in as well, making the short drive back to República Tcheca.

"Just a couple beers then," she grabbed his arm, laying on his shoulder while he drove. "You know, I really didn't think about the practicality of having some alone fun after the party with this bloody costume."

Fabrício smirked, glancing down at Lyds. “I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he teased, pulling into the drive and parking.

"I have to admit this costume looks a million times better on you than the one I had in mind," Lydia stole a kiss from him. "Let's go inside."

"See, I knew what I was doing," he teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they headed into the midst of the party.

As soon as the door opened, the music surrounded them and Fabrício nodded to his friends, grinning.

"You want something to drink?" He asked Lyds, leaning in so she could hear him over the music.

"Make a caipirinha for me, babe?" She smiled, waving at the other boys in the fraternity. "I'm going to your room, okay?"

"Comin' right up," Fabrício said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before heading to the kitchen. Grabbing a red plastic cup, he made Lydia's cocktail, smirking as he added an extra special ingredient.

"She's gunna kill you, you know that right?" Joel said, watching him slip the little rubber rat into the cup, his brows climbing.

"Yeah, but it'll be worth it," Fabrício laughed, pouring himself a beer from the keg's spigot.

"You say that now..." Joel murmured, shaking his head, but Fabrício was already on his way to his bedroom with the drinks.

Lydia was waiting, trying to find the sexiest pose she could be in when he walked through the door. She kept moving around in his bed until she heard the door opening and settled on one of the poses.

"Hey, sweetie," she smiled, taking the cup. She initially didn't notice anything strange, but when she started drinking, she felt the creature hit her lips. When she pulled away to look, she screamed and threw the whole thing away.

Fabrício nearly fell over laughing. "Oh, I got you good!" he exclaimed.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF! Dickhead, you're such an asshole! How old are you? Five?" She gave him a shove to get out of the room.

"Whoa! Whoa, Lyds wait!" He exclaimed, hurrying after her. "It was just a fake rat! It wasn't real!" He cried.

"I know, but you know I'm scared of rats!" She cried as she marched back to his car. "Go back inside, I wanna be on my own!"

"Oh c'mon, it was just a stupid Halloween prank," Fabrício groaned.  "Lemme make it up to you," he said, pleading her with his eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him.

"How do you wanna do that?" Lydia folded her arms, tapping her foot on the pavement and trying to resist his cute puppy face.

Damn it... when he was like that, he looked exactly like he did as a little boy and he was the most adorable little boy in the history of Minas Gerais.

"I have my ways," he murmured, moving in closer, a hopeful grin tugging at his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that, you don't have the baby fat to make me melt anymore," she teased. "Without those round cheeks, you're no longer cute!" She lied.

Fabrício only pouted deeper, slipping closer, knowing she was lying. "You sure about that?" He teased.

"Hmmm yeah," she turned her face away in a petulant manner. "You were way cuter with that baby fat."

"Oh, I see how it is," he chuckled, holding his hands up. "I guess I'll just go back inside then, and leave you here all alone," he sighed, hoping she wouldn't actually let him walk away.

"No, wait!" Lydia groaned. "You are still cute..." she mumbled.

"Aha!" Fabrício laughed, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry about the stupid fake rat, okay? I didn't think you'd get this upset," he murmured, kissing her forehead and then her cheek and then the tip of her nose.

"Alright, this time, I'm gonna forgive you... if you make me another drink, a proper one," she smiled.

"Deal!" He replied, grinning widely before leading her back toward the house, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Wanna watch me make it this time?"

"Nah, I trust you," she kissed him quickly before rushing to his room. She had a plan to get him back. She used his old laptop and the printer every guy in the fraternity used to print their essays. She got a picture of the girl from The Ring with a black background and stuck it to the outside of his window, just in the corner, as if she was watching.

"One caipirinha for you, babe!" Fabrício exclaimed, holding up two cups as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, finding Lydia waiting for him on the bed.

"Thank you, sweetie," she took the cup. "Hmm you're the best bartender ever. Are you sure you wanna stay in law school?"

"Course, I can't make as much bartending. Just means you get my talents all to yourself," he said, plopping down next to her on the bed and taking a sip of his own drink.

"You should think of bartending part-time though, now that Cabra told me you quit the copy room again!" Lydia laughed, lying against the window.

"Ugh, he told you that?" Fabrício groaned. "Yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt," he murmured, looking up at his girlfriend and frowning, noticing something dark on the window behind her.

"He did, it's the fifth time this month, your dad won't keep sending you money if you- what?" She asked, faking concern when she noticed the look on his face.

"Uh, I dunno, it's probably nothing," he said, shaking his head.

"Really? You looked like you've seen a ghost," she chuckled, still pretending to be wary.

When Lydia shifted slightly, tilting her head in concern, Fabrício gaze shifted fully to the window and he jerked back with a shout, nearly falling backwards off the bed, his heart leaping into his throat.

"What?" Lydia tried not to laugh, taking him in her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Don't see that?" He exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide as he stared at the window, his fear suddenly dropping off as he realized what it was. "Is that Samara?" he asked, frowning as he squinted at the photo taped to the window.

"Happy Halloween, my love," Lydia kissed his cheek.

"Okay, that's fair," he chuckled, turning to catch her lips.

"I just had to get you back cause there's caipirinha all over my dress along with the blood, but... you're a cutie," she said in between kisses.

"Nah, you're the cute one," he murmured, his hand squeezing her hip.

"Hmm I love how soft you are when we're alone..." she chuckled softly. "So so soft and whipped."

He groaned, pulling back to shake his head softly at her. "Yeah yeah, only for you," he sighed, grinning at her.

"Maybe before we get our private fun time... we could... get some of the others? I know for a fact your sister is terrified of spiders, we could steal one from the decorations, and slip it in her hair," Lydia laughed.

"Oooo, you're truly evil, I'm impressed," Fabrício chuckled, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. "Let's do it!"

[ohnoanalien]

Restless

It's just a small drabble for an AU where Sun Wukong was found by the pilgrims as a baby! This takes place only a week after he was found on Flower Fruit Mountain, so bear with me as it's mostly wholesome fluff about how the group reacts to the cub. Enjoy!

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"Sit still, Pilgrim."

A watercolor sunset stretched across a vast mountain, overlooking a sea that glittered like jewels on glass. The sight was beautiful– far too beautiful for Pilgrim to ignore. The little cub shifted and squirmed, climbing over the Tang Monk's shoulders and onto his head.

"I can’t– ow! help you meditate if you’re not listening to me." He blew a decorative ribbon out of his face as tiny paws knocked his crown askew. Be calm. Be a good example. You mustn't give in to anger, not while your disciple is still learning. He closed his eyes, salty air and crisp breeze fading into the ether. Slowly, slowly he breathed, descending into a quiet calm. Like a bleached mural, the world began to erode into nothing–

“Master, Ao Lie is saddled!”

–and battered his skull like a crumbling roof.

Touting speeds that could make a sparrow blush, Sun Wukong chirped happily as he leapt into Pigsy’s waiting arms. He laughed, catching his baby brother with a spin and a hug. “Hah! Did you have a good time with your Master, you imp? I bet you’re hungry after all that lecturing, aren’t you?”

He pinched a cheek, earning a pout in return. From behind, a low hum carried above the waves. “I’m afraid that if you continue to smother him with your love he’ll suffocate.”

“Wujing! You brute! I would never!” Zhu Baije gasped in shock, pressing the little one to his chest until it elicited a squeak. 

Webbed fingers slowly pried apart a death grip. “I understand. It must be wonderful to have a family again.”

“I-I never said–!”

“But you cannot force love, no matter how hard you try.” In the pig demon’s arms, the disciple smoothed Pilgrim’s ginger fur clump by clump. A kitten-like purr filled the air, and the infant leaned into the touch– latching to Wujing’s stomach in the process. “See? It’s all about balance.”

“Of course! Of course!” His elder brother snickered, ribbing his brother with an elbow to his side. “Your cup in the heavenly court spoke wonders of your flexible fingers.”

A bushy eyebrow raised, and the other pushed back with a chuckle. “Ah, but you would have appreciated the banquet my friend. The food and drink was lovely, though I’m uncertain if it would fill your stomach quite like a wife’s cooking.”

Giggling turned to mock offense, and poking turned to shoving. Still attached to the elder’s belly, Sun Wukong squealed in delight as he rocked back and forth with the tide, tugging Sha Wujing’s curly beard as they went. With a blood-curdling scream, the mighty warrior fell to the ground, a burly arm draped over his forehead. “Oh my! How could I, the beastly maneater of Flowing Sands River, fall to the Great Monkey King?!”

At such a glorious title, the little cub felt his stone limbs pump with fire and brimstone. He perched on his victim, beating his chest with tiny fists. “Eek! Eek eek!”

It was the clear of a throat that nipped playtime in the bud.

Like dolls put back on the shelf, the disciples straightened, staring ahead with paper blank faces. Sighing, Tripitaka shot Sha Wujing a pointed glare as he helped his master onto Ao Lie. "Behave."

And again his instructions were ignored by his youngest disciple. The wanderer climbed on all five limbs from an iridescent, azure branch to one that was sun-kissed and uncalloused. Flopping on his back, he curled into a cassock like it was his very own nest, regal fabric shimmering as moonlight rose above the trees. 

The monk made no move to remove the prince. 

Instead he stiffened, nails digging into leather reins. Ao Lie trotted on as the group fell in their usual line, and Zhu Baije leaned towards the luggage bearer ever-so-slightly.

"He is quite strict, isn't he?" He bit back a grin behind a flowing sleeve, "We cannot eat meat. We cannot kill. We cannot attach ourselves to worldly possessions. And worse still, we cannot form a family. The little gemstone that loves us dearly must be so distraught." 

Be calm. 

Be a good example.

Ao Lie broke the holy monk from his trance with a soft chuff, flicking his tail just above Pilgrim’s face. The little stone flashed his fangs and hooted excitedly, unfurling himself to bat at it like he was fighting a great demon. And for just a moment, pure gold eyes met brown. Restless and begging for belonging. 

An eyebrow twitched. 

Buddha, grant this teacher mercy.

[the-thread-of-muses]

“Remember when you died?”

This wasn’t a sudden question, Ao knew, the Jade Dragon going to look at the Stone Monkey in question. Their bright green eyes didn’t betray their thoughts; instead, they moved closer to the other and rested their head on Wukong’s shoulder.

“Remember what I said when I died?” Ao asked instead of answering, causing Wukong to sigh and nod his head. The Monkey King remembered those words well, for they still haunted him whenever he slept –

“Don’t blame yourself, you’re not at fault.” Both Ao and Wukong said at once, Ao going to look up at Wukong and smile.

“And what are you doing right now, Wukong?”

“Blaming myself.”

“Exactly.”

Ao brought their hand to Wukong’s cheek, forcing the normally prideful other to look down at him.

Eyes met eyes, and Wukong sighed as he relaxed.

“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?” Wukong asked after a long moment of pause, Ao letting go of his cheek and sitting upright – laughing, at the question.

“Zhu Bajie would be calling you ‘uncharacteristically insightful’ right now, you know.” Said the Jade Dragon, all the while Wukong huffed and pinched their cheek now.

“Zhu Bajie can go choke.”

“Wukong!”

[kanerallels]

For your Christmas drabbles, can I request Dousy with White Christmas! (And Merry (early) Christmas!!)

Merry Christmas to you, too, friend! Hope you like this!!

Christmas ficlets ask game!!

When one ended up 60 odd years in the future, there was a lot of unfamiliarity, to say the least. Over the past year or two, Daniel had seen stranger things than he’d ever expected to— and he’d seen some bizarre stuff working with the SSR.

But there were certain things that retained a sense of familiarity, that hadn’t changed too much since his time. And Christmas was one of those things. Mostly.

“Why do people use these again?” he asked, eyeing the projector dubiously.

“Makes decorating easier,” Daisy explained, sorting through the box of Christmas decorations that Jemma had put them in charge of. Nearby, a radio let out the sounds of a Christmas song Daniel didn’t recognize— though at this point even he recognized Michael Buble’s voice. “Quicker and easier than putting up strings of lights. Mack hates them, though— he says they’re a betrayal of the spirit of Christmas and a sign of how this generation prizes quick and easy over harder but ultimately better stuff.”

“So, don’t put it out?” Daniel guessed as the song on the radio ended.

Grinning, Daisy said, “Nah, we’ll keep it in reserve.”

“Got it.” Daniel put it to the side just as a new song started. And this one, he recognized. ‘White Christmas’ had been around since he was a kid, and it always brought to mind snowy streets and Christmas trees.

Daisy clearly recognized it too— as she dug through the book, Daniel heard her humming along, swaying a little in time to the music.

I’m dreaming of a White Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know….

Setting aside the box he’d been looking through, Daniel quietly stepped forward to stand next to her. Catching her gaze, he offered her a hand and a smile as he said, “May I have this dance?”

A grin rose like the sun across her face, and she took his hand.

[curator-on-ao3]

Wednesday Drabble: Thunderous

The lightning storm in space sparks electric fear across Starfleet. What else is possible out there? Who else could be hurt? A captain and first officer dead, their ship destroyed by previously-unheard-of phenomena.

Chris was there, saw the explosion from the viewport of an escape pod, found out later George Kirk stayed behind.

To die.

Would Chris have been that brave? Would Chris have knowingly sacrificed himself to protect others?

He likes to think so; doesn’t want to think about it— a dichotomy that can co-exist untested.

And so he whistles in the dark, seeking something he might never find.

[xjulixred45x]

What will be your next works/request?

Here they are, from the oldest to the most recient Request (but not exactly the publishing order, it will be kind of random this time)

Platonic Principal Yaga x Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma x Necro Reader: reaction to safe adults

Hunter(Toh) x Fluttershy Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma Drabble Angst

Hazbin Hotel crew with Bill Cipher Reader

Hazbin Hotel crew with Hunter TOH Reader

Yandere Mephisto Pheles x Willing! Witch! Reader

SatoSugu x Bully! Reader (continuation of a Drabble)

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Scarlet Witch! Reader

Lucifer, Satan, Mephisto and Shiro with a half demon Reader crushing on them

would react Rin, Renzo, Juuzou to finding out their crush is a half demon?

General Dating Headcanons of Higuruma

Yandere Nobara Kugisaki Drabble

Platonic Nanami x Adoptive Reader

Lancelot x depressed Luz! Reader

Yandere Choso x Rosa Reader (OC)

Amity, Luz and Hunter with an Angel Dust! Reader

Yandere Lucifer/Mephisto and Amaimon Headcanons with half demon Reader (individual)

Yandere Giyuu Tomioka x Kianna Reader (OC) Drabble

Platonic Winry Rockbell x aprentice Reader

Platonic Roy Mustang x Sibiling Reader Drabble

Yandere! Evil! Mark Grayson/Invincible x Little Sibiling! Reader

Mark Grayson/ Invincible x Raven! Reader

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Yui Komori! Reader

Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric and Ling Yao x Reader with a Twin

[secretsandlabrats]

Poll will end on : Monday, January 22, 2024 approx at 4:12 AM

( I’m incredibly bored, so I am making a little event that will take course overtime of my writing for my Huntingbird fanfic )

[illegalpaladin]

i request some aos mcspirk, Spock getting hurt on an away mission or something heh >:3

Thank you!! It was nice to stretch my brain and do some AOS.

A creature, easily three times bigger than a human, lays unmoving on the rocky cave floor. It's a giant mass of muscle, with fur freshly stained green. 

About a dozen feet away lays Spock, his chest heaving and his eyes struggling to focus. McCoy is kneeled at his side, a hand pressed hard against the steady flow of blood from his abdomen. On his other side is Jim, standing with his communicator in hand.

“I must remind you,” Spock slurs, “that the creature is merely unconscious. I recommend vacating the area immediately.” 

Jim looks to McCoy. “Bones?”

McCoy shakes his head. “Can't move him. He's bleeding out enough as it is. Get ahold of anyone yet?”

Jim shakes his head and barely fights the urge to chuck his communicator at the ground. “No. We’re too deep underground. This thing’s useless.” 

“Damn it,” McCoy hisses. 

“There is only one logical option,” Spock mumbles. His head lolls to the side as he tries to keep it upright. “You must return to the surface and call for help from there.” 

Jim's grip on the communicator tightens. “What? Spock, are you crazy? We're not leaving you like this!” 

Spock focuses his eyes on Jim the best he can. His breathing comes out as shallow pants. “It is my only chance, Jim.”

Jim locks eyes with McCoy, who nods solemnly. “He's right, Jim.”

“Fine.” Jim shoves his communicator back in his pocket. “I'll get Scotty to beam you guys up. Just–” he hesitates, and looks to Spock. “Hang in there, alright? Thats an order.” 

“I have every intention of doing so, Captain.” 

Jim's lips quirk into a smile. He turns, and he takes off down the wide tunnel of the cave.

As soon as Jim is out of sight, Spock lifts a hand and weakly grips at McCoy's wrist. “Doctor. I will need to enter a meditative state, so that my body may heal itself.” 

McCoy’s brow scrunches. He doesn't release the pressure on Spock's wound. He's soaked in green up to his elbows. “You can do that?” 

Even amidst the pain, Spock looks confused. He tries to push himself up to sitting and doesn't get very far.  “You are my primary physician. Did you not know?” 

“Even if I did know everything Vulcans are capable of,” McCoy grits through his teeth, “You, specifically, are a freak of nature. I have no idea what you can do.” 

Spock looks ready to argue before another wave of pain ripples through him. “You simply need to know that I will appear to be unconscious, but it is all part of the healing process.” 

McCoy doesn’t release the pressure on Spock’s wound. “Great. Thanks for the head’s up.”

Spock doesn’t respond, and when McCoy looks down, he finds that his eyes are already closed. 

He sighs and watches the rise and fall of the hairy form of the beast in front of them. It’s a race against the clock now– Jim has to reach the surface before that thing wakes up, or he and Spock are toast. 

The silence is deafening, and McCoy feels alone and hollow. After a while, he peels his blood-soaked hands away from Spock’s wound to find the bleeding has slowed. He gets out his medical tricorder and scans Spock to find him stable.

That’s something good, at least. 

He barely notices the shimmer of the transporter at first. But sure enough, he and Spock are enveloped in its glow, and the cave around them fades away. Before it disappears, McCoy sees the creature begin to stir. 

The transporter materializes underneath them. Jim saved them just in time– just like he always does. 

They’re safe.

[janeykath318]

Jim Kirk x Reader

Fall words: Costume, fall colors

“I forgot how beautiful earth autumn was,” you sighed, swishing through the fallen leaves at your feet as you strolled through the woods. The trees were a riot of fall colors and squirrels were everywhere, scampering about for nuts to stash away. You and Jim had a long leave and he’d come with you to your parents New Hampshire home.

“It really is something,” Jim agreed happily. “Iowa never got this pretty. The color on those maples is stunning.”

“I really should have come back sooner,” you mused. “I love being out in the black, but there’s truly no place like home.”

Jim didn’t say anything, just squeezed your hand as you ambled along. His true home was always in the stars, but you knew his heart was searching for a place to connect to on earth. He’d met your parents for the first time and they’d warmed up to him very quickly, proving very susceptible to his charm. They’d been a little unsure if Jim could be a serious long term partner for you, given his past, but he’d long grown out of that.

“So, you thought about our costumes for Halloween yet?” he asked after a moment of content silence.

“I was thinking, after that adventure on the gangster planet, that we should go as Bonnie and Clyde,” you suggested. “I’d get to wear a flapper dress and I know from experience you can rock one of those pinstriped suits.”

You waggled your eyebrows at him and he laughed sheepishly.

“I still can’t believe how ludicrous that place was,” he sighed. “But I am on board with the Bonnie and Clyde costume plan. We’ll look amazing, babe.”

“That we will,”you agreed.