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cloudybarnes · 4 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet | S.R

Fluffy concepts for y/n and Spencer Reid! Not my idea so credits to who came up with it, sorry I don’t know for sure :(

Masterlist

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A = Attractive

(what do they find attractive about the other?)

Y/n definitely finds Spencer’s smarts really attractive. She’s always so entranced by how much he knows, and how passionate he gets about what he’s talking about. She likes hearing him talk about everything from the amounts of corn kettles on the average cob, to how many boats are on Lake Mead. Beside his smarts, Y/n loves his nose. She thinks he has the cutest, most boopable nose.

Spencer can’t decide what he finds most attractive about Y/n. He really likes your confidence. He thinks it’s really attractive that you are so undeniably yourself. He also loves your lips. He often finds himself staring at them, so entranced by how they move when you speak. He also can’t get enough when he kisses them.

B = Baby

(do they want a baby? why or why not?)

Spencer definitely wants a baby or even multiple. Spencer loves being with kids, and the thought of having his own with you just warms his heart so much. He would love to be able to see a little mixture of the two of you that represents your love for one another.

Y/n also would love kids, but only with Spencer. She never really wanted to have children before she met him, but the sight of Spencer with JJ’s children and her other friends’ kids just makes her melt. She loves seeing Spencer playing with them and making them laugh, and she would love to see that every day with their own children.

C = Cuddle

(how do they cuddle?)

Spencer a Y/n are huge cuddlers. Most times Spencer is big spoon because he loves to hold her in his arms. He likes the feeling of being her protector, and just holding onto her. Other times they face each other while they cuddle. It’s like they’re hugging while laying down. Y/n likes to face Spencer because she likes resting her head on Spencer’s chest and listening to his heart beat.

D = Dates

(what are dates with them like?)

Dates between Spencer and Y/n are always fun. They both are more stay-at-home people, so they just like to spend time with each other. Dates often entail cooking a meal together, reading to each other, and just spending quality time together. If the do decide to go out, it would be some place quiet with not a lot of people.

E = Everything

(”you are my ____” ex. my life, my world...)

You are my best friend. Spencer and Y/n had been best friends for years before they decided to start dating. Y/n had started to develop feelings for Spencer, and once you knew you were falling for him, you were done for. Everything you loved about his as your best friend just magnified when you developed feelings for him.

F = Feelings

(when did they know they were falling in love?)

Spencer knew he had feelings for Y/n ever since he met her. They were best friends, and he just couldn’t help but fall for her. The first time he really knew was when he was running late for work. At the time, they had only been friends for about a year. Spencer was stressed out and had forgotten to pack a lunch for himself. On his lunch break, he called Y/n as he usually did, and let her know he had forgot his lunch when she questioned what he brought that day. When they hung up, Y/n surprised his by bringing his favorite Thai food takeout. From that simple gesture, Spencer knew he felt something special for her.

Y/n hadn’t known about her feelings for Spencer until a while after their friendship had started. Just one day out of the blue, she found herself watching his as he spoke, completely entranced by what he was saying. She was amazed by him, and captivated by the way his lips moved as he spoke. From then on, she couldn’t stop staring at him. She started to notice how attractive Spencer was. Soon, she was completely smitten with him.

G = Gentle

(are they gentle? if so, how?)

The two of them are so gentle when they’re together. They love soft touches, and gentle kisses. Spencer is always so gentle with Y/n. He acts likes she’s a fragile piece of glass that needs to be held with care. With anyone else, Y/n wouldn’t like being treated that way, but because it’s Spencer, it’s just endearing to her. She, as well, loves to be gentle with Spence. She likes to massage his face and just leaves soft kisses all over him.

H = Hand/Hold

(how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

Spencer and Y/n love holding hands; they just love touching in general. If they aren’t holding hands, they’re interlocking pinkies, or their arms are brushed against one another. They just like to be sure that they are near one another. They like to have that physical touch to connect them at all times.

I = Impression

(first impressions)

Spencer’s first impression of Y/n was that she was undeniably beautiful, and that he really wanted to get to know her. She was sitting along in the coffee shop, reading a book that Spencer had read several times over. He was excited to see someone reading it as it wasn’t a very popular selection. Naturally, he was drawn over to her. Once he heard her talk, it was over. She had such a way with words, and a way of explaining her thoughts that really made him want to get to know her more.

Y/n was definitely a bit skeptical when she first met him. She thought it was a weird style of flirting to talk so passionately about the book and his thoughts on it. Once she started to get a better feel for him, she realized he wasn’t flirting, and just being friendly. She would soon find out how awkward and bad at flirting he was down the line.

J = Joker

(are they into pulling pranks?)

They aren’t too much into pulling pranks on one another, but occasionally they have small prank wars. They’re never extreme though, it’s always very small pranks like hiding the remote when one of them wants to change the channel, or Spencer changing Y/n’s ringtone to be him singing to her.

K = Kisses

(how do they kiss?)

Y/n and Spencer love to kiss one another. Y/n loves to pepper small, short kisses onto Spencer’s face to make him laugh all the time. Beside cute, little kisses, Spencer and Y/n just get lost. They often find themselves lost in one another when they kiss. They often get so out of breath after they kiss because of how wrapped up they get in it. Kiss are always steamy and heavy between the two of them, showing exactly how much they love each other.

L = Love

(who said I love you first?)

Spencer was the one who said he loved her first. Ever since their first meet in the coffee shop, ever since he forgot his lunch and knew he loved her, he was sure. While Y/n was the one to initiate them dating, Spencer’s feelings had grown so strong, he couldn’t stop himself from just blurting it out.

It wasn’t even planned, it wasn’t something cute or romantic. Spencer and y/n were cuddling in bed trying to fall asleep when it happened. Y/n was laying on Spencer’s chest, just listening to his heart beat and breathing in his scent. Spencer ran his fingers through Y/n’s hair, a contempt smile on his face. Before he could even think, he confessed his love for her. Once it happened, the hand running through Y/n’s hair froze, and his heart sped up. Y/n lifted her head from Spencer’s chest, grinning, and whispered those three words in return.

M = Memory

(their favorite moment together)

Spencer’s favorite memory of the two of them was when he was coming back from a case. It had been a long one with the team gone for a week and a half. Spencer was drained, and his body was sore. At two in the morning, Y/n was still sat up on the couch waiting for his return. Once he set his eyes on her, he noticed what she had around. Y/n was sat with some candles burning for a soft light, some oil sat out, and his favorite DVD waiting in the player for them. Spencer had ranted to Y/n a few hours before about how sore this case made him and how draining it was. It was a very pleasant surprise when Y/n was waiting to give him a massage and put on his favorite movie.

Y/n’s favorite memory of them was really any time Spencer gets flustered around her. Even though they’ve spent such a long time together and are super comfortable together, Y/n still loves those rare occasions where she can make Spencer flustered like when they first started getting to know each other. Y/n thinks it’s so adorable when Spencer get all blushy and starts lightly stuttering. She thinks it’s endearing how he still gets flustered and entranced by her.

N = Nickel

(do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Y/n spoils Spencer so much. She’s always surprising him with new books, new clothes, random things he points out at stores, and so much more. Y/n loves to give to her lover, so buying things that she knows will make him smile is one way she shows him her love. Sometimes Spencer likes to return the favor. He’ll treat her to her favorite dinner, buy her new jewelry, but it’s mainly Y/n who loves to spoil him.

O = Orange

(what color reminds them of their other half?)

Y/n thinks Spencer is like the color yellow. She thinks he’s yellow because of how happy he makes her. He’s like the sun to her day, and the person that makes her the happiest.

Spencer thinks Y/n is like the color pink. He thinks she is pink because of how bubbly and happy she is all the time. She’s always there to cheer him up when he’s upset, and she always has a positive outlook on everything. Spencer is so lucky to have someone so optimistic to spend his time with.

P = Pet Names

(what pet names do they use?)

Y/n’s has multiple pet names for Spencer. She calls him baby, which is pretty common. She’s also taken up pretty boy from Derek, and similarly, she calls him handsome.

Spencer’s favorite nickname for Y/n is just baby. He likes calling her baby because, well, she is his baby. Spencer thinks the nickname fits for her because of how soft and gentle she is, especially with him.

Q = Questions

(what are the questions they’re always asking?)

They’re always asking really wholesome questions. “How can I help you?” “You know I love you, right?” “Are you sure you love me more than squiggles?” (their cat) “Why did you eat my bagel?”

R = Rainy Day

(what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On rainy days, they like to stay inside. They like to curl up by the heater or the fireplace, and cuddle. Rainy days are good for cuddles and sleep, at least that’s what Y/n and Spencer believe. They like to just spend the day relaxing, cuddling, reading together, and sleeping.

S = Sad

(how do they cheer themselves/each other up?)

When either one of them is sad, the other one can always cheer them up. Spencer can always cheer Y/n up just by giving her attention and love. When she’s sad, he knows to just be quiet and hold her. The warm hold of her boyfriend is just what she needs. In his arms, she instantly feels more relaxed and less upset.

When Spencer is upset, Y/n can’t just wait for him to talk to her because he never will. Spencer likes to bottle up his feelings and brush them off like they’re nothing. Y/n knows to sit him down with some warm tea, get him all comfy and be there for him. She reassures him that his feelings are valid, and gets him to talk out what’s been bothering him. Releasing his emotions to his loving girlfriend is just what he needs in times of sadness.

T = Talking

(what do they love to talk about?)

Spencer and Y/n talk about anything and everything. They talk about planning dates, they talk about starting a family together, how many children they would want, they reminisce on and memories together, talk about Spencer’s line of work, and everything else under the sun.

U = Unencumbered

(what helps them relax?)

Y/n loves bubble baths; especially if they’re with Spencer. She likes to sit in the bath, back to his front, as he washes her hair. It’s something so relaxing to her: the feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp. Soft, gentle kisses pressed into her neck and shoulders help her relax even more.

What relaxes Spencer is reading. Sitting down by the heater or fireplace with Y/n curled into his side is where he will always want to be. He loves to have a good book in his hands and his girl right up against him. It’s so relaxing, and always puts him in a better mood.

V = Vaunt

(what do they like to show off? what are they proud of?)

Y/n shows off Spencer. She loves to tell people all about how smart he is, how brave he his, delving into his job. She’s so incredibly proud of him and everything he’s accomplished, so she can’t help but show him off. Every time Spencer goes on his information tangents, Y/n is so fascinated by him. She’s thinks it’s incredible how brilliant he is, and how lucky she is to be the one to witness it.

Spencer, shockingly, also likes to show off Y/n. He thinks she is the most beautiful girl in the world, and loves to show her off to people. Not just for her looks, but when people meet her, they instantly see how sweet she is. Spencer loves how kind and compassionate she is, and he wants everyone else to witness that as well.

W = Wedding

(when, how, where do they propose?)

Spencer has been planning on proposing for a long time. He wants it to be some place that holds a lot of meaning to them. His proposal spot is the cafe they met at. After their meet, it kind of became their spot. Every morning when they could, they’d go to that same cafe. That’s why Spencer thought it would be the perfect place.

They could go early morning like they usually do, when barely anyone was there. Spencer would place it on top of her favorite cupcake, one that she would order every time they got there. Once she sees the engagement ring sitting on top of the cupcake’s frosting, she’ll start tearing up. In the midst of her tears, Spence will give a short speech of how much he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. She’ll say yes, and they’ll have a beautiful Autumn wedding.

X = Xylophone

(what’s their song?)

Their song, as lame and cheesy as it sounds, is Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis. It was one of Y/n’s favorite songs growing up, and when she showed it to Spencer, it instantly reminded him of himself and Y/n. From then on, they would always play it gently in the background while they read together, while they cooked, while they cleaned, anytime. It would also be the first song playing at their wedding.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___

(ex, the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the Harry to my One Direction. Obviously, when Y/n tried to tell Spencer this, he had no clue what she was talking about. Y/n tried explaining it was a member of a boyband she liked, but he wasn’t really following.

Spencer would say she’s the sun to his Earth. She’s the one person that he is so dependent on. He loves her so much, his world basically revolves around her (as cheesy as that sounds).

Z = Zebra

(if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

Since they already have a cat together, Squiggles, I think they would definitely want another cat. They think cats are lower maintenance, especially with how Spencer’s schedule is. They’re both cat people over dog people, so another cat would be the ideal for the two of them.

#THIS TOOK ME SO LONG UGHHHH #WHAT THE HECK #ALSO ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I SAW THE POST THAT DID THIS THAT I WAS INSPIRED BY I CANT EVEN FIND IT ANYMORE #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #Matthew Gray gubler #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #my writing

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frzntrx · 3 years ago

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(Just a FrozenTricks Drabble)

Elsa and Anna hadn’t visited Asgard in… years.

They were children last time they had been here.

But they had been invited by Thor to stay there for a few weeks for the winter festivities… and Loki, her childhood best friend, his birthday was coming up, so she had gotten him a present- he had a bit of a sweet tooth, so Anna got him an ice cream maker, one of the ball shaped ones that you can roll around, Elsa tried to tell her that wasn’t really a great idea because he’s still kind of sensitive about his heritage, and that the ice cream might bring it to the surface, but Anna scoffed,

“I don’t think ice cream will do it! He’ll be fine!”

Elsa had instead chosen to make something herself, and made him a birthday cake…

Olaf practically begged her to make it an ice cream cake, but she refused, and made a Black Forest cake instead.

She had made a topper of ice that was shaped like a memory they had of the time Elsa had dragged him down to Rockefeller center on Christmas Eve a year ago to try ice skating, and at the end she had hugged him so tightly, he kind of wheezed a little, but they laughed, and that was the scene she had chosen- her hugging him, one leg up in the air, and them laughing.

“I just want it to be perfect…” Elsa worried as she put the finishing touches on the cake before they left on the bifrost with Olaf and Kristoff and Sven,

“Relax! It looks great!!!” Kristoff laughed, “jeez you act like it’d be the end of the world! He’s your best friend he’s gonna like whatever you get him!”

Elsa sighed, shaking her head,

“I hope you’re right…”

Kristoff beamed,

“I know I’m right… speaking of looking great… check this out!!!” He laughed, presenting a very messily wrapped gift basket he had made filled with things he and Anna made together for them, as a sort of host gift, like hot cocoa bombs, homemade caramel corn, s’mores kits, etc, Elsa smiled, but deep down she was cringing at his awful job of wrapping the plastic and tying the bow… and wandered off to get her bags packed, Kristoff smirked, looking at Sven,

“She thinks you’re an idiot!!!” He laughed in the Sven voice, and he smirked, patting Sven on the back,

“Well clearly she’s wr-” but then he tripped on an oriental rug in the foyer as he walked off to find Anna, and winced as he fell on his hands and knees.

“Great…” he mumbled to himself.

When they got there, Thor was the one to greet them, Elsa was stunned, Loki was usually up at this hour,

“Where’s Loki? He’s usually up by now… and it’s his birthday after all.”

Thor chuckled,

“Up late reading again, he does this every so often…”

Elsa sighed,

But Anna giggled and hugged her friend,

“It’s so good to see you again Thor!!!”

And Thor yanked Kristoff into the bear hug,

“Ah Kristoff! My brother from another mother! How are you friend?!?”

He gasped for air, and Thor gasped,

“Oh I’m so sorry… I forgot…”

Kristoff wheezed,

“It’s fine… I’m fine…”

Then Anna looked around,

“Wait… where’s Elsa…?”

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Elsa crept up the stairs to his room, and quietly opened the door to his chambers.

She silently crept up to the big emerald green canopy bed and smiled,

She gently shook his shoulder,

“Psst! Hey… Loki…”

He groaned, still half asleep,

“Yeah…?” He mumbled,

“Happy birthdaaaay…” Elsa said, and he rolled over facing away from her, clutching the blankets even tighter around himself.

“To youuuu…” Loki murmured, and Elsa laughed

“No silly… mine is next week… it’s your birthday…” she giggled climbing up onto the bed to sit beside him

“Tooo meeee…” he mumbled, and he kind of snuggled up against her, and her eyes widened in surprise… this was new… he was never this… affectionate towards her, “it’s my birthday…” he sighed, then he quickly sat up, his eyes wide, remembering,

“Wait… IT IS my birthday!!!” He laughed, and Elsa giggled, covering her mouth,

“Yeah it is… and I made you something… but you gotta come downstairs to get it!”

He smiled hugely, and threw the covers off and rushed to his bathroom to change,

Elsa laughed

“You’re in a hurry!”

“Well my best friend is here! We haven’t been able to celebrate together in years!” He called back, and Elsa’s heart melted a little.

He was almost instantly by her side and he grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the stairs…

It was like they were children again.

(A/N: part two will be up later!)

#Spotify #loki #elsa of arendelle #disney #fanfiction #loki of jotunheim #frozen #marvel mcu #thor #loki laufeyson

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cortanaaq · 4 years ago

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A/N: This came in later than I expected,it’s really long but I hope you enjoy it.

This is for the anon who requested nct or tbz spending Halloween with you. So I did nct 127 ;’) sorry for waiting

**also thanks to @365nct, i used one of their incorrect quotes for the jaehyun one haha hope they don’t mind

NCT 127 – Spending Halloween with you

Taeil

-He was not really used to celebrating Halloween if it wasn’t for the SM Halloween party

-So this year you got him unprepared

-but he doesn’t mind celebrating as long as it is with you

-he came with the idea to have a couple costume and that was ,,,,

-yup you guessed it

-Beauty and the Beast

-but this time he was the beast and you ofc,the beauty

-because he can’t repeat the incident from 2017 where he was dragged to dress up as Belle and winwin was the beast- anyways

-he glares at you every time you bring it up lol

-this time he pulled the uno reverse card tho

-because he definitely treats you like a prince/princess all the time,he went shopping for costumes with you

-he bought everything you wished for,even the crazy unnecessary decorations like a stupid flying skeleton or a witch dressed as a hooker

-like what even is that?? He wondered but laughed when you gave him puppy eyes

-“it’s funny tho,it would look good at the entrance “

-he snorted

-obvs taeil couldn’t resist those eyes and the pouty lips that he kissed in the end

-spends the whole night eating the candies you’ve got

-he likes to take a loooot of selfies so be ready to be bombarded with funny filters

-after you both get tired of all the dress up thingy,you too decided to watch a horror movie

-classic but he knows what he’s doing

-whenever you cling onto his arm or squeeze his hand he smirks and hums into your ear

-you know he’s teasing and he chose that movie on purpose so you occasionally punch his arm when he tickles you with teasing small pecks on your cheeks and neck

-but you secretly enjoy it don’t lie

Johnny

-Oh johnny boy

-I think for sure Halloween is his fave celebration because he always plans to visit Chicago in that period

-for this and for Christmas of course

-he likes to celebrate it in the US cause the traditions are kept alive there

-so he’s excited to take you trick or treating

-You chose Corpse bride for costumes

-you were so excited to do his make up as Victor and he was excited to see you dressed for a wedding lmao

-While doing his make up before leaving for treating,he kept looking at you being so concentrated

-“you look so beautiful like this babe”

-“johnny I look dead“

-literally

-he laughed and kissed you when he got the opportunity

-and ofc he couldn’t contain himself from making cheeky remarks either

-and you get mad at him for talking and smudging his make up by accident

-“you distracted me !!”

-but you like his annoying ass and would never be actually mad at him

-plus he looked good even with smudged make up

-you think maybe it’s too smudged but he lifts you up and kisses you harder that before

-…and now you’re both smudged but you don’t really mind as you kiss him one more time

-after all,you leave for trick or treating but realize you’re a bit old for this

-he will not go home without corn candies tho so you’ll have to force him to do so -but because he looks around and sees mostly children,

-he suggests going to a party in the neighborhood

-it was a party thrown by his friends ofc

-and you were more than happy to show everyone the power couple you make together

-he drives there,one hand on the steering wheel,one hand on your leg

-occasionally caresses your skin and you blush a little

-he knows your weaknesses tho

-anywayssss

-you arrive at the party,everyone is in awe,,,he can’t really stop bragging about you

-and you have a great time meeting his American friends for the first time

-seeing you tired after a while of being there,he comes closer to you and hugs you from behind

-whispers in your ear how gorgeous you looked and how everyone loved you

-and how he’s gonna take you home and spend more time as real ‘groom and bride’;;))

Taeyong

-this cute baby couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Halloween with you

-and not to baby him even more but his idea for the costumes was to dress up as among us characters

-yes,,among us characters

-specifically black and pink

-can you guess who’s who?

-he went full shopping mode with you and dragged you through the stores only to find the perfect match

-and you did ofc

-you came with the idea to throw a party and invite the rest of your friends

-he checked the list of things you needed to buy for Halloween

-and you teased him saying he stressed too much and we should have fun instead of worrying

-“but baby you know if we throw a party,we need to have enough drinks and food”

-puppy eyes: checked

-speaking in tiny: checked

-how could you say no lmao

-and after you bought everything necessary (and unnecessary),,

-you came home to decorate and to put your costumes on

-tried to kiss but you forgot you had the helmets on lmfao

-you both giggled like two kids

-he looked so cute when he put his science goggles on his head

-and you made sure to capture every single angle of his cuteness

-too many pics ,,

-too many

-you had a lot of fun especially that you organized a costume contest

-and you didn’t win because you were the hosts pfff..

-it’s not like everyone voted you for having the coolest couple costume

-kinda sus if you ask me

-n ee ways

-the party was a success and everyone had fun

-you ended up eating so many sweets

-even tho tyong told you to slow down

-he took care of you and bathed you in kisses and cuddles after everyone left

-“you eat too many sweets every Halloween,,do you even learn?” says as he caresses your cheeks and gives you a long forehead kiss

-“but I can’t help myself,,too good and sweet”

-‘”you’re too good and sweet”

Yuta

-It was the morning of 31st October

-the only thing in your mind was the Halloween party at sm you and yuta were going to attend

-and ofc you didn’t want a lame costume,you wanted something cute

-but powerful

-and not to be a cliché but you asked yuta if he wanted to be dressed as anime characters

-man did he give you a look

-he chuckled lightly at your request but couldn’t say no

-“baby the fact that you’re Japanese makes it 1000x better”

-you cup his cheeks in between your hands and he laughs holding you on his lap

-after all he agrees and you go shopping for costumes

-as you thought,you didn’t want to be the basic anime characters so you chose a cute and powerful couple

-Kagome and inuyasha

-When you saw yuta wearing that long white hair-wig,your heart did a flip

-he smiled so large when he saw you wearing that pretty school uniform

-you made him take you in his arms immediately only to start smooching your face

-“baby my make up”

-you were pouting,but he was smirking coming closer to your ear

-“ I will make up for this later,promise”

- he said that biting your ear lobe softly

-oh boy you wanted to forget about the party only for yuta to “make up” for you but

-you could’ve handled that later that night

-you had a great time partying with the members and other idols at sm

-yuta held onto you the whole night feeling so proud to have such a gorgeous s/o only for himself

-but what you had planned after the party was much more exciting ;;)

Doyoung

-This little sh

-that you loved to the moon and back

-was a bit skeptic about partying for Halloween

-for your sake tho,he prepared a horror movie marathon for both of you

-he also suggested cooking something thematic

-you actually caught him few days ago watching an instagram video of ‘how to make eyeball lollipops”

-You were like ???

-“I want to make these for Halloween because you don’t need to bake anything you know”

-“so we won’t burn the kitchen down? Ok!”

-you agreed faster than he thought

-and that made him doubt his cooking skills for a bit but anyways

-you too didn’t really have anything planned for a costume but you decided to surprise him

-with a bunny costume

-not an onesie,no

-bunny ears and a bunny tail

-while he was concentrated on cooking,

-you showed up wearing a cute lingerie and that bunny costume on you

-“ hey bunny,wanna snuggle?”

-you leaned on the door frame while trying not laugh

-in that moment he was tasting the jam

-but when he turned around and saw you LIKE THAT

-he snorted and dropped the spoon full of raspberries

-he was absolutely sure you wanted to give him a heart

-attack somehow

-but he came to his senses and approached you with a smirk on his face

-you couldn’t even think for a bit because in the next second he lifted you up to kiss you

-“you made me drop the food and make a mess,,do you think I’ll let you go with that?”

-you blushed harder than you thought and suggested to help him clean up the mess

-but he cut you off mid-sentence with a deepened kiss only to tell you with a low tone

-“those raspberries can wait,the bunny wants snuggles doesn’t it?”

-you tried so hard to keep your cool but who can blame you??

Jaehyun

-Another Halloween enthusiast

-he couldn’t wait to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams

-you even helped him with the make-up,drawing a mustache on his face

-“haha very funny’’,

-he responds sarcastically every time you look at him and try not to laugh

-but damn the costume was pure gold

-you both looked amazing and he even managed to kiss your hand,up to your arm and neck

-just like Gomez kissed his wife every time he had the opportunity

-you both went trick or treating,along with johnny,mark and other members

-then came back to the dorms and ate so many candies

-jaehyun couldn’t help but stare at you every time he had the chance

-and you knew this costume was a perfect match because you could show him how sexy and elegant you were

-taeyong prepared some food for you all and you had few drinks

-told a lot of horror stories and felt like kids again but jaehyun was waiting to go home only to spend more time with you

-“ the food is too hot,I can’t eat it ::( ’’

-you complained while the others turned their heads to look at you especially taeyong who was about to apologize for the food being too hot

-jaehyun: ‘’you’re hot but I’d still eat-“

--he was cut off mid-sentence by taeyong who slammed his hand down on the table

-“ONE MEAL

-“ONE NORMAL FUCKING MEAL JAEHYUN”

-you all started laughing and looked at jaehyun only to see him grinning like a little bitch he is

-you knew how cheeky he can be so you got up and came closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck

-closer to his ear so you can whisper nonsense, that apparently got him happier that you intended

-he was one lucky guy for sure

-and the Halloween was once again one of his favorite holidays

Jungwoo

-Jungwoo wanted something cute this year

-he was very excited to show you what costumes he prepared for you both

- he kept saying it was a surprise and told you not to prepare anything cause he will handle it

- so while you were preparing the candies for the kids, he snuck up on you and covered your eyes

- you could’ve sworn you felt something fluffy covering your face

- you touched his arms and tried to feel it

- and realized he was wearing paws

- ???

- “babe what are you-“

- he cut you off and turned you around to face him

- he was wearing a big Snoopy costume,with a red bowtie as well

- you felt yourself dying of cuteness

- because now you had THE actual snoopy as your boyfriend

- a bit weird but CUTE ok cute

- “do you like it?? the red bowtie is part of the costume so we could match”

- you looked at him all smiles

- his eyes were sparkling just like a puppy’s :,(

- He grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom to show your costume

- it was the same snoopy costume but you had a red ribbon on top of your head

- you were excited to try it on

- and when you showed him the costume, he gently approached you to kiss your forehead

- “aren’t we the cutest?”

- after that, he helped you give sweets to trick-or-treaters and so many kids were in awe when they saw you two

- you took pictures to send to his family

- and in the end, you two ended up falling asleep

- cuddling on the couch surrounded by the candies left because you weren’t very active this year

- but still had a great time

Mark

-This year mark wanted it different

-he didn’t only wanted to crave pumpkins or go trick or treating

-he needed a break from every exhausting activity because being and idol

-and well,,

-being mOrk

-he was tired and needed an escape from that solicitant lifestyle

-he surprised you one day with a small trip to an orchard outside of Seoul

-you were so excited because you knew the weather was going to be in your favor

-plus you knew mark was a nonconformist and he wanted to make the time spent w you very special

-like every time

-such a cutie oml pls-

-you two took the train till there,admiring the view from the empty cabin you were in

-he was holding you close and your hand all the time

- occasionally he kissed the top of it

-but you always turned to give him a quick peck on his sweet lips

-you liked to see him all giggly and shy,rubbing his hand behind his head

-when you arrived there,you were accompanied by a guide

-showing you around the orchard

-you were so excited while looking around,looking at the different colors of the apples

-mark grabbed two baskets and offered to help you pick few red and beautiful apples

-you were picking them and from time to time you felt mark’s gaze on your body and smiled

-while he was distracted, you snuck up behind him only to see him startle

-you giggled when he picked you up,spinning you around

-only to leave a sweet kiss on your nose and lips

-after the apple picking,you went to a café that was only few miles away from the orchard

-ate apples on the way because you were a bit tired and very hungry lol

-at this cute café,you two spent some time chatting and just staring at each other

-because you were both cute little hopeless romantics <333

Haechan

-Haechan was actually going to lazy around that day but nope

-you dragged him out of the bed

-telling him you want to crave pumpkins because otherwise

-you will bite his ass

-he gave you the most shocked look

-then managed to laugh

-“I wouldn’t mind,just bite the corner,,just a small bite”

-you rolled your eyes and puffed air from your nose pretending to get mad

-you walked out of the room and grabbed your coat and the car keys

-“yeah right then I’m going to buy the pumpkins myself”

-he came after you giggling and insisting it was a joke

-but you knew and were obvs trying not to smile

-he was a sucker for your pouty face so he loved pissing you off

-little cute shit

-you finally arrived at the local market and bought two big pumpkins

-so orange and tasty

-haechan took a tiny pumpkin and said he’s going to make it your child

-“haechan I’m not gonna shove a knife into our kid,don’t name it!”

-he knew if he names an object and something bad happens to it

-you get attached to it and get sad

-so in the end he didn’t name it but still got it home

-at home,you tried to look on pinterest for craving ideas

-and haechan laughed cause that was silly

-“cmon babe are you seriously looking that on the internet? Just do- *stabs the pumpkin in the middle and cuts out the lid* -this”

-he looks at you with a smile on his face and you just stand there

-bamboozled

-like “I’m really dating a gemini huh”

-you try to cut your pumpkin but the skin was too hard

-and managed to drop the knife out of your hands with a loud bump on the floor

-haechan literally jumped thinking you cut yourself but you were just standing there,,

-bbq sauce on your tidd-

-jk jk

-you were standing there looking at the guts spilled all over the floor

-you sighed but haechan gave you a hug

-“you clumsy baby,gotta be careful. Let me do it for you,,you just scoop what’s left from the inside”

-and you did as he said a bit disappointed that he took the hard work

-even tho you wanted to show him you don’t need help

-but he knew you were an independent person anyway

-that’s what he loved about you actually

-after you were done with cravings,it was the tiny pumpkin’s turn to be cut

-you and haechan just turned to look at each other and he saw you giving him a trembling bottom lip

-“we can’t cut it baaabeee…” you whined

-“okay then just ..let’s draw a cool face on it,no harm”

-you agreed because obvs you couldn’t cut the child you had with him pff

-you took the marker and drew a caricature of your bf on it

-before showing it to him,you covered his eyes and suggested him to sit on the couch for few moments

-he was wondering what you were doing

-after a while you led him,eyes still closed,to the fireplace where you placed the pumpkins

-he opened his eyes and saw the tiny pumpkin standing between the bigger ones

-“see,these two are us and the tiny one is the kid”

-he gave you a look,his eyebrows rised but then laughed

-he hugged you and gave you a small kiss

-he then looked at the bigger pumpkins and stated nodding

-“damn we’re kinda ugly ngl”

taglist: @peachyhan --(who wants to be in the tag list,lmk!!)

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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Writing/Art Update 6/18/2021:

Wooooo, another 9k week for ya girl Polynya! This is the pace I used to regularly write at back in the halcyon days of early 2019, and it feels good to be back to that, even though I know in my heart this isn’t going to last. I do expect to have at least one more good week, though, because my husband took my children camping for the weekend and it...is...so....quiet...here. I am a pretty severe introvert in the sense that I need alone time in my own house (leaving the house creates its own sort of anxiety and so it’s not helpful), so you can imagine that the last year, in which everyone is home, all the time, has not been conducive to my mental health. They left at noon and so far today, I have done one art tutorial, watched two episodes of Bleach, walked the dog, and cooked and eaten some scrambled egg (I put spinach and tofu in it, it was healthy). Nature is healing. I got a text from Mr. Polynya that he forgot his phone charger and his phone was at 3%. Please pray for this man’s soul and also for my children, because Mr. Polynya was just really excited about cooking corn pancakes over a campfire.

Anyway, you don’t care about that. Here’s the goods:

a little in love, act iii is up 5267 words to 59,195. I have three more significant scenes to write and 7 TODOs (TODOs are usually like, transition these two parts or end this scene) and there are 2 chapters that need fairly significant rewrites, but it is very quickly turning into a punch list. Do I want to write these parts? No. Do I want to be done? Yes. This is my strength, actually, pounding out the last bit of interstitia necessary to string together the emotionally horny scenes I wanted to write into an actual, postable story, and I credit that to being old and having had a career where I had to do things I didn’t want to. I am going to be bold and make a prediction that I’ll be able to post the next part in about three weeks. Let’s see how it goes!

I know you’re all really on tenterhooks, wondering if I have spun out on the smut yet and the answer is I have not. Wrote 3833 slutty, slutty words of that this week too (currently at 5828). I am begging everyone to keep their expectations, just, Mariana trench low. I am not good at this, I only do it because no one else ever does. Sex does happen, true, but it is still, at its core, polynya-fic, which means that one minute I’ll be describing Renji’s tits, and the next, I’m describing the layout of his bathroom. Please, when TYBW gets animated and we get an influx of talented new Renruki stans, please just let one of them be good at writing smut so I can be permanently thrown in the horny Maggot’s Nest.

#writing update #art update

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pinkysfaultorbrainsfault · 4 years ago

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pinky and the brain - s1e2: of mouse and man

episode summary: brain needs money to build a perpetual answering machine to occupy everyone in the world for long enough for him to take over. to do that, he needs an absurd amount of money, so he decides to get a job in an office!

and then fake a nondairy creamer accident that turned him into a mouse, because as we all know, brain has to take the most dramatic path he possibly can in life, or he dies.

the rundown:

we open with pinky showing off his ass.

PRODUCED BY PETER HASTINGS. i assume that means the episode, and not the ass. the ass was initially produced by pinky’s parents and then helped along by the warner brothers’ dietary experts for their. mouse actors.

brain isn’t feeling it right now.

instead, as he plucks a rib from the lab’s anatomical model of a human being, and uses it to unpick his cage, he angsts - WRITTEN BY PETER HASTINGS - he angsts over the Dark Side Of Man, that has built war machines and pollution spilling factories and

VOICEMAIL.

😱

as pinky continues to stick his ass out (though onlyfans wouldn’t be launched for another twenty one years) brain runs through his latest plan, which, of course, involves voicemail.

look at those wiggles. this is a rough draft episode.

anyway brain intends to reroute all telephone conversations into his confusing, recursive, voicemail service that, he claims, will keep the human race occupied for “at least seventy two hours.”

“more than enough time for a well prepared mouse to seize control of the planet.”

“i see! so all we need now is a well prepared mouse.”

I???????

HOLY FUCK

brain is unhappy. i am not surprised.

“i am a well prepared mouse, pinky.”

“oh. well. there you are, then.”

unfortunately this plan comes with the pitfall that it will cost.... one million, six hundred and fourteen thousand dollars. which is a lot of money, or, as pinky puts it, “a lot of money!”

as brain wonders about how to raise these funds (”without running for congress”) pinky pinkys off to watch some tv.

HAVE YOU BEEN INJURED IN AN ON THE JOB ACCIDENT

YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS, EVEN ONE MILLION SIX HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS IN COMPENSATION

LENNY PARVIK GOT ME TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN DOLLARS

EVEN THOUGH I’M NOW NINETY PERCENT FUDGE, IT’S OKAY BECAUSE LENNY PARVIK GOT ME ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY TWO DOLLARS SIXTEEN CENTS AND SOME CHANGE

<LOUD, INCREDIBLY DISTRESSED CRYING>

hm.

“pinky, are you pondering what i’m pondering?“

“i think so, brain, but i get all clammy inside a tent.”

anyway so brain’s new plan is to get a job, stage a

HIDEOUS ACCIDENT

and then sue them for one million, six hundred and fourteen thousand dollars in workers compensation.

this episode also has a lot of faces. god, but these mice are so bloody cute. youtube has not yet been invented, but one day it will be, and all brain has to do is sit in front of a camera and nom some corn and go O:O with his face, and everyone will be crying over him within minutes.

it’s so sad that he doesn’t know that.

but for now, he has a job interview to go to. good luck, brain! can’t be any worse than that time allsaints forgot about me and the manager acted like it was my fault.

“impressive credentials. you’re certainly qualified. are you married?”

“oh, yes, i have a lovely wife and two beautiful young children.”

“oh that’s too bad. we’re looking for someone who has no life. thank you.”

as family man walks off, dejected, in comes a completely unsuspicious fellow looking for an honest living honest living, just like in rent the musical.

his arm is acting up, a bit, but it’s fine.

“very impressive resume. princeton, harvard, six years in the industry-- tell me, mr brain, what are your long term career goals?”

“i plan on taking over the world.”

“you have drive! i like that! but confidentially, taking over the world is my job, hahahaha.”

”yes. haha. ha.”

”now. brass tax - are you married?”

“i do have a roommate. but he’s very busy with his own activities.”

HA HA HOO HOO HOO

<muah>

HAHA

“but. one more thing. about your head. isn’t it rather small?”

“no. not for my race.”

“no! no, of course not-- and your people are such... good... cooks... with their tiny heads, uh. please. excuse me for one second.”

“carol! send everyone else home! i got myself a minority person!”

BRUH I?!??!?!?!?!

anyway. brain gets the job.

“mr brain! welcome to the world of re-reinsurance!”

he’s delighted.

back at the labs, he plots his untimely demise at the hands of re-reinsurance,

stating the accident “could be bluffed by altering the mollecular matrix through a substrate platform of microwaves.”

pinky’s response to this is “look brain, i made a choo-choo.”

“oh, and me without my video camera!”

in simpler terms, he explains to pinky that he will stage an accident, “utilising the microwave oven and the non-dairy powdered creamer.”

“because”, to pinky’s apparent horror, “nobody really knows how a microwave works.”

“but why the powdered creamer, brain?”

“nobody knows how that works either.”

(and then, i guess, there’s a scene where some guys jump him on the train for some reason,

i’m only putting it here because this guy is like “oh, you’re funny, you’re a regular gallagher”

and brain’s like “you think gallagher is funny?”

anyway then he ties the dude into a pretzel and throws him off the train.

bonk. it adds nothing, but it’s very funny.)

“this is your cubicle right here. if you need any office supplies, ask the office manager and she should have them over in two or three months.”

it’s brain’s first day at work! his boss reads him the company policy on

vacations, personal phone calls,

and sexual harassment.

“don’t worry about it. you’re safe if you avoid all contact with other humans.”

“my goal in life.”

as brain unpacks the things that pinky has packed for his “home away from home,

awwwww.

his nosy cubicle neighbour inquires about brain’s “pet mouse,”

elaborating that he keeps mice! haha! to feed to his pet snake!

to be fair this is also me around snake people. more understandable in brain’s case, being that he is, actually, a mouse, and i am a human person who may be slightly obsessed with tiney small flofys.

;u;

(they play tennis on their lunch break and brain sets him on fire, so it’s not too bad.)

upon his return from the office, pinky, who has dolled himself up to the nines, presents brain with a Yummy Dinner of Food Pellets With Food Pellets.

i will say i think it’s really cute how this show keeps pushing the narrative that pinky just really, really wants to be an old timey housewife. he just spends his time watching i love lucy (when Fish TV isn’t on) and stuff like that and he’s just obsessed with the idea of dusting something alluringly but ineffectively and making brain little dinners.

and it’s so fucking cute!!! what??? it’s adorable. as soon as they get the world pinky better get a little dollhouse kitchen room with lime green everything and a functioning oven.

“please, pinky. i’ve had a very tough day.”

“oh, you have? you’ve had a tough day?”

“what about my day, brain? we always hear about your day, but what about mine?!”

“DO YOU EVER ASK WHAT I DID TODAY???!”

“very well pinky. what did you do today?”

“i don’t remember.”

“anything?”

“not a thing.”

“well, now i know how american gladiator stays on the air.”

the next day, at work, brain is vexed by the fact that nobody has refilled the coffee machine.

“sorry. that’s my fault. hey, you’re cute.”

“you know what they say. big ears. big earmuffs.”

.....okay.

unfortunately brain’s mechanical arm chooses now to malfunction.

she’s into it?

brain maintains that it was a mistake, and he doesn’t find her attractive at all, because brain knows how to talk to women.

she is no longer into it.

horrified by his semi-accidental fuckboy behaviour, brain heads out as quickly as he can, only to be immediately called into his boss’ office.

despite brain’s claims that “the young lady appears to have misunderstood me,” which i’m sure will hold up well on twitter,

mr boss man reveals that he has done some fact checking, and there is no record of brain attending harvard or princeton.

“oh.”

he is given the ultimatum that he either produce his diplomas, or HIS CAREER IN RE-REINSURANCE IS OH OH OVER!!!

very sad!

looks like it’s time to stage a workplace related accident.

he pours the creamer everywhere, discards his suit, and runs up to plonk himself merrily into the pile.

ahem.

HELP, HELP. A TERRIBLE OCCUPATIONAL DISASTER. I’VE BEEN MAIMED BY AN ON THE JOB ACCIDENT REQUIRING MASSIVE WORKERS’ COMPENSATION.

as others in the office crowd around to look, brain makes his dramatic reveal.

“i’ve been turned into a mouse!”

COLLECTIVE GASP.

obviously mr boss man won’t pay that kind of money.

so, as brain emphatically tells him, I’LL SEE YOU IN COURT.

conclusion:

as the goodfeathers sit on justice’s head, and bitch about jury duty,

The Man From Washinton asserts that brain’s claim that he is a mouse is preposterous.

good thing brain has xrays to prove it! they “clearly” define his “mouse skeleton!” wait a sec and he’ll grab them.

oh shit! where they go?

(”there really is only one conclusion here.” says a local doctor.

“this man is a mouse.”

“then i’m afraid the only conclusion here, doctor,”

“is that you have never seen these.”

“i trust this might keep you quiet.”

“it might.”)

(BRUH/???????????????) (if boss man is out here bribing people with lingerie, he could have tried that way before this got to court.)

egged on by the lack of evidence in Mouse Corner, christopher walken produces the artefacts from brain’s office cubicle.

“i ask you, when was the last time you heard of a mouse winning a bowling trophy?”

“ugh. pinky.”

“yes?”

turns out pinky is here because “they’re not covering this on court tv,” but does advise brain that “it’s a good thing they didn’t find the mechanical suit, eh, brain?”

oh shit.

“pinky, you must go to the office and get that suit from the kitchen closet. do you understand? if they find that we’re sunk.”

“oh! brain! you want me to help!”

off he goes!

fall mouse. bonk.

(he sneaks into the snack delivery.)

(poit.)

(unfortunately, he gets delivered straight to the vending machine.)

(”narf? ):”)

“well. yes. i had noticed his... small, furry head, but i assumed that was normal for his people.”

“and what people would that be.”

“i’m not sure? i think they’re from europe?? maybe france.”

“the size of my head and whether i was a man before the accident is not the question, here. the fact is i am now a mouse.”

(meanwhile, at fiero:

“try the fruit rollups. they’re yummy.”

“oh, i am doing well. poit.”)

“so how exactly did the accident happen, mr brain?”

“some bizarre thing involving a microwave oven? i don’t know exactly-- no one really knows how they work.”

“incorrect! in the oven, a magnetron produces microwaves which cause water molecules to align, and reverse alignment, producing heat, and not mice.”

“the accident also involved a.... nondairy powdered creamer.”

“ah. um. oh.”

(meanwhile,

pinky attempts to drive.)

“mr brain, in your experience with other mice, are they intelligent?”

“no.”

“exactly. your honour, i contend that mr brain is simply too intelligent to be a mouse.”

oh dear.

(meanwhile,

pinky tries not to get hit by a car.)

“but-- no, noo, i’m not intelligent.”

“i am a simpleton! yes. like any average mouse!”

“um. narf.”

that’s mean, brain, considering the aforementioned narf is on his way to save your gay little ass right now, but whatever.

“so you would have no problem with me saying that albert einstien was a champion surfer.”

“what-- i mean, no.”

“or that the temperature of the sun is a comfortable seventy degrees fahrenheight.”

“i wouldn’t know--”

“or that the fermi-dirac’s distribution function is a soup kitchen?”

“that’s preposterous! your honour, the fermi-dirac's function is, for any system of identical fermions in equilibrium,”

“the probability that a quantum state of energy -- E -- is occupied!”

“my word, man! don’t you know your quantum statistics!”

heck.

bonk.

“oh, blunder.”

and what a blunder indeed! the judge decides to rule that brain’s intelligence proves that he is “not a mouse, and that being the basis for your claim, i now dismiss charges against fiero and company.”

“.....very well. i’ll go now.”

“i’m afraid not. i find you guilty of fraud, perjury, and appearing naked in a public place. take him away.”

good thing they have human man sized handcuffs for this human man! brain looks incredibly perturbed, despite the fact he could probably swim in them. and also that he... kind of lives in a prison anyway, if you think about it. oh, cool, can’t wait to evade that cage so i can go live in my other cage.

hm.

luckily, pinky arrives to save us all from that particular moral quandry.

“i got the suit, brain! i got it!”

“pinky--”

the police attempt to intercept pinky,

so he knocks them over. hoo hoo.

brain falls over,

attempts to enter the suit through the shoe,

and is squoshed for his crimes.

faced with a veritable army of police, at this point,

pinky activates the emergency protocol,

says blue lives scatter,

and fucks off out of the courthouse.

we stan a legend.

unfortunately brain got a fair few ouchies during his prison break, so pinky bandages him up. it’s very cute.

anyway, i’m giving this one to brain, on account there were, yknow, a fair few ways that could have been mitigated. fiero fucked him over, though, so i’ll give him that.

brain: 5 ½ pinky: 6 ½ outside influence: 10

“egad, brain! brilliant!”

“but isn’t that horribly illegal?”

“............yes.”

#patb #pinky and the brain #this took so long lol #BUT THIS EPISODE WAS REALLY GOOD #IT GOT AWAY WITH SO MUCH BRO I ....

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fanfic-inator795 · 5 years ago

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Oneshot: Movies and Mermaids

((Have some Mikey and Draxum bonding *throws confetti*))

It wasn’t as if Draxum had any genuine interest in human culture, certainly not! He could care less! ...Though, his obvious lack of caring didn’t prevent certain annoyances.

Like how he would be sometimes be completely lost in certain conversations. A member of the faculty at the high school would ask if he had seen the latest film in theaters and if he liked it better than the remake, or how his fellow lunch servers would reference certain shows and encourage him to watch them as well - Gladys especially seemed entranced with a show regarding doctors all dating each other in-between doing their actual jobs, for whatever reason.

The rest of the city seemed to only aggravate him more. From displays and the videos that would play on the large screens on towers, to the advertisements he saw on the television box or in magazines. It just seemed like everything he saw in human culture was a reference to something or someone - a laundry list of names and shows and movies and jokes and even what were supposedly ‘simple’ concepts like technology and brands and lingo and-!

After over two months of living on the surface, Draxum had reached his limit. He was tired of constantly being confused. He was tired of constantly missing or misunderstanding the references.

He was tired of being reminded that this was not his world, that he was still a yokai in human clothing.

So naturally, as a man of science, Draxum thought it only made sense to start with some research. Granted there was an entire pantheon that he would have to go through, and without the power of the ‘internet’ and a television box that only had five channels, it would be a incredibly slow process... At the very least, O’Neil had said that she would help him get a human library card when they both had a free afternoon.

In the meantime, Michelangelo had plenty of ‘reference material’, and even with the insistence that this was all for education and NOT entertainment, Draxum figured it was as good of a starting point as any, considering how much the humans seemed to admire their on-screen stories and their film stars. (No wonder Lou Jitsu was just as popular as an actor as he was as a warrior...)

It was late Friday night when Mikey showed up to Draxum’s apartment with a backpack full of movies of all different genres and formats and a VHS/DVD combo player tucked under his arm. “Good thing Donnie found this thing a few years ago, huh?” he said as he hooked it up.

Draxum didn’t bother replying. Instead, he was focusing on his choices for that evening - as well as for the rest of the week, since Mikey said he could borrow them as long as he needed to - pulling out each tape or DVD case and examining it carefully. Quite a few of them looked like they were for children, which he probably should have expected, though he didn’t dismiss them immediately.

“Don’t worry,” he heard Mikey said, “I remembered what you said. All of these are super popular ‘staples of human culture’ that practically everyone’s seen.”

“Good,” Draxum mumbled, putting aside a movie about a boat next to a movie about a boy gardener who wore a cloak and was apparently very harry. Picking up the next one, his expression flattened a bit at the cover. “This one you can take back, I don’t need to watch it.”

“Huh? Why- ohhh.” The box turtle chuckled as he took the tape, smiling at the younger version of his dad on the box. “Sorry, guess that one accidentally got slipped in there. Though to be fair, ‘Jitsu for Justice’ is a total classic.”

“Irrelevant,” Draxum huffed, “I have no desire to watch ANY of Lou Jitsu’s films, no matter how popular they may be. Once was more than enough...”

“Alright alright, I’ll- wait,” Mikey paused, “so you DID watch his movies?”

“Er, I- Not because I actually wanted to!” Draxum told him, “It was for research!” Mikey gave him a flat look. “He had stopped fighting in the Battle Nexus and I needed to study his moves! I-I didn’t enjoy doing it, if that’s what you’re implying! His movies were still ridiculous and completely unenjoyable! I would never actually-”

“Whatever you say, man,” Mikey shrugged, ignoring the Baron’s growls at being interrupted, “Though, how’d you watch ‘em anyway? I didn’t think that TV was that big of a thing down there?”

“I used my viewing orb to summon and display them, obviously,” Draxum told him, “Most yokai have them for when they need them, and they’re much more useful and clearer than any television box.”

“If you say so...” “Hmph.” With that settled, Draxum went back to digging through the bag of movies. It didn’t take long for another video to catch his eye, this one in a plastic case rather than a cardboard one, with a picture of a happy mermaid and an equally happy human plastered on it.

“Awwww!” Mikey said suddenly, “That was April’s favorite movie when she was little! Which meant it was one of the first movies she brought over to share with us! Heh, guess we borrowed it so often we forgot to give it back, whoops. But it’s a really good movie! See, there’s this mermaid who wants to live on land as a human, and she’s friends with a crab and-”

Draxum had begun to tune the turtle out as he continued to stare at the VHS case. Mermaids weren’t too common in the Hidden City itself, though that didn’t mean they weren’t there at all. The city was next to water, after all, and some would live on the shore or become part of an air-boat crew - and they certainly didn’t look like this.

He felt his thoughts start to swirl, becoming just as mixed as his emotions as a grimace began to form on his face. On one hand, Draxum supposed he should’ve been grateful that the humans were portraying a yokai positively - as cute and friendly instead of vicious creature that lived to drown humans.

Centuries ago, before the Great Migration underground, Draxum had heard that and many other similar claims about his people... Baseless claims meant to justify hunts and attacking on sight...

On the other hand, did humans only see them as ‘harmless’ when used for entertainment purposes? Did they only approve of yokai existing when they only existed in fiction, where they could be used however humans saw fit?

He was briefly reminded of the creatures - the ‘poke-o-mon’ - that he would occasionally see on shirts or on phones, creatures not directly based on yokai, but similar enough. He had to wonder how much other human entertainment was based on so-called fictional creatures and monsters that they never would have even smiled at before.

“-xum... Hey, Drax?” Mikey poked his bicep, making Draxum flinch. “You okay, bud-?”

“Fine,” Draxum snapped, though there was a little actual bite to it, “Just surprised that humans would portray a yokai so positively, even in fiction.”

“Most humans do think they’re just fiction,” Mikey told him. After a moment, his tone became a bit gentler, thinking back to certain points brought up by his father and April. “Though, I can still sorta see why that would feel weird or kinda insulting, seeing a fake version of yourself or your people and not knowin’ how they’d react to the real you, wondering if they would only like the fake you. That probably doesn’t feel the greatest... and I’m really sorry about that.”

Draxum blinked. He stared at the turtle for a few seconds before finally replying with, “You’re a lot more introspective than I would have thought.”

“I get that a lot,” Mikey grinned, “But hey, they don’t call me Dr. Feelings for nothing. So, did you wanna keep this one then, or- I mean, I can understand if-”

Draxum stopped him, looking at the tape again. “...I am admittedly curious,” he said, “You did say this was a movie humans watch as children.” Studying a species’ influences during adolescence could prove to be pretty useful in understanding the adults. “And besides, if the portrayal is truly offensive, I can always send a complaint to this ‘Walt Disney’ and demand certain edits.”

“Riiiiight, though I don’t think you’ll be too mad at this one,” Mikey told him, “Ariel is a great character, and all the other mermaids in the movie aren’t portrayed as jerks or anything. ...Well, one guy kinda is but, uh-”

“Let’s just watch it already,” Draxum told him, shoving the tape into his hand, “The sooner we start it, the sooner I can gauge whether or not it’s actually worth watching.”

Mikey smirked a little. “Heh, alright.” Opening the case, he pushed the tape in while Draxum went over to the couch they had gotten him at the thrift store, briefly checking it for bugs or lumps before sitting down. “Good thing it’s already rewound.”

The only annoying thing about that was that they had to sit through previews, though Mikey used that time to cook up some popcorn kernels that he had snagged on the way out of the Lair, easily cooking it using a pan and the stove top. (No one trusted Draxum with a microwave after That One Time.)

By the time he finished, the movie’s title had just faded onto the screen. Mikey smiled widely, the nostalgia from the music and the memories he had with the movie sending slight shivers up his shell.

Draxum, meanwhile, was watching the film intently, taking in every detail. The mermaids in the film were still completely different than actual mermaids, but at least they weren’t an insulting caricature (even if they were a bit too human-like for his liking).

As it turned out, the main mermaid character was not only a bit of a collector and explorer, but also a human fanatic. “Ugh,” Draxum grumbled as he grabbed a couple more pieces of the puffed-up corn-snack. Mikey gave him a bit of a look, but he ignored it. Just because he had been able to find a bit of common ground and comradery with his fellow lunch servers didn’t mean he was willing to give ALL humans a pass.

At least the mermaid’s father seemed to have some common sense. In fact, Draxum found himself nodding in agreement with nearly every scene the mer-king was in. ...Up until a certain point, at least.

Mikey winced a bit as the scene began. He resisted the urge to go into his shell like he always had when he was little, but he did sink a little in his seat as Triton stepped out of the shadows. When he noticed Draxum glancing over at him, Mikey simply mumbled, “I always hate this scene...”

A couple minutes and a destroyed grotto later, and Draxum could sort of see what Mikey meant, understanding how Triton’s act might have been “harsh”, as the orange-wearing turtle would’ve put it.

As the movie moved onto the next seen, Mikey relaxed a little, though a frown remained on his face... However, his expression of sadness soon became one of confusion as he felt a hand pat the top of his head.

“Uh... there, there,” Draxum mumbled, giving Mikey one more head-pat before retracting his hand. It was awkward as all heck, they both knew it, but seeing the sheepman somewhat care about his feelings still made Mikey smile.

It didn’t take much longer for Ursula to make her appearance, and as soon as the Sea Witch began talking of deals and trades, Draxum gave a small smirk of his own.

“What?” Mikey asked, tilting his head a bit.

“I didn’t realize Big Mama was in this movie.”

Mikey snorted at that. “So what, you tell jokes now?”

The sheep-man shrugged as he grabbed another handful of popcorn. “Just making an observation,” he said simply. As the scene went on though, his mind made another small connection - Ursula’s two eels reminding him of his own pair of pets, even if Flotsam and Jetsam were much more confident than his former goyles.

Even so, the reminder made his chest ache a little... Not in sadness, mind you, or because he actually missed them. No, clearly his chest ached for a completely different reason that he was sure he’d think of later.

Once the little mermaid made the contract and silenced herself, the film very much became a literal ‘fish out of water’ story, complete with plenty of amusing moments featuring misunderstandings and an over-abundance of cuteness, as well as another musical number. Thankfully, before things became too saccharine, Ursula launched the second half of her plan to rule the seas.

After that, the movie moved pretty quickly through its third act. Draxum was a bit annoyed at the human prince being the one to ultimately save the day in the end, but overall he could agree that the ending was a pretty happy one.

As the credits rolled, Mikey looked at him with eyes wide. “Sooooo, what do you think?”

Draxum cupped his chin in thought, staying silent for a few moments before finally speaking. “...If the king’s trident had the power of transformation, why didn’t he just turn the prince into a merman?”

Mikey’s face fell. “...That’s what you got out of it?”

“It’s a valid question!” Draxum argued, “Why should she have to be the one to transform?”

“Because she wasn’t just after the guy!” Mikey told him, resisting the urge to facepalm, “You saw her collection and heard her song, she wanted to be human! She was tired of bein’ stuck in the same ocean and wanted something new - something she thought was cool!”

“Hmph, I suppose that’s true... Plus, she still has the option to turn back into a mermaid later on thanks to her father’s power, so at least there’s that.”

The box turtle slumped back on the couch, disappointed though maybe not too surprised. “I guess that means you didn’t really like it, huh?”

There was a long moment of silence. “I didn’t completely agree with the ending but... the film overall wasn’t too bad,” Draxum conceded, “Not as bad as I thought it’d be, at least?”

“...You really mean that?” Mikey asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t waste my time lying about something as trivial as animated human-entertainment,” Draxum replied, “And... there were high production values. Characters were mostly understandable, and it was... cute. Not too annoying or insufferable. Even if it was still slightly inaccurate to actual mermaids and mermen.”

“...You know what, I’ll take it. And I’m glad you enjoyed the movie, and not just for my sake.” With a bit of a ‘whup’, Mikey sat up and tucked his legs under his body in a sort of lotus position. “Though, now I’m kinda curious. What’d the movie get wrong, and what else can you tell me about merpeople? I only ever saw one, on Hueso’s brother’s ship, but that was only for like a second.”

This time, it was Draxum’s turn to give him a look. “Really... The child who’s always pushing me to ‘embrace humans’ and hide my ‘mystic stuff’ is asking me to teach him about a member of Yokaikind?”

“Hey, I only to tell you to hide your mystic stuff so you don’t get yourself evicted, fired or arrested,” Mikey retorted, “I’m not the one goin’ around mutatin’ kids and/or lunches and making giant stone heads angry.”

“...Fair enough,” Draxum said, only slightly reluctant.

“But as far as I can figure, there’s no harm in just talking about mystic stuff. And as for my actual interest... Yeah, I really do wanna know.” Unable to help himself, Mikey directed his gaze towards the floor - down towards the Hidden City that he knew was there. That he only now knew was there.

He wouldn’t have traded his life with his dad in the sewers of NYC for anything, but he would’ve been lying if he said there wasn’t a small part of him that wondered what it would’ve been like to grow up around people that looked like him in a city full of magic.

“We protect humans, but we don’t like only humans, you know,” Mikey continued, “We’ve got other mutant friends, and yokai friends too.” His smile softened. “Senor Hueso and Sunita and the chefs I’ve met at Run of the Mill, they’re all so amazing. And I’ve only seen, like, a fraction of the Hidden City but I know that’s amazing too, and I just... This city - the surface - is always gonna be my home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the other city or wonder about it.”

He finally looked back at Draxum, his eyes firm. “So yeah... I wanna know.”

There was another moment of silence between them, though within it, the slightest bit of connection was formed. Small and fragile, but no less noticeable.

“...Fine,” Draxum finally agreed, “But pay attention, I don’t want to repeat myself later. First off, no merperson has the same skin tone as a human. They range between greens, blues and grays to help blend in with oceans. Their eyes are also much wider than a human’s to help them hunt.”

“Makes sense to me!” Mikey smiled, leaning back on his hands a little, though looking no less attentive. Even when the TV turned to quiet static, he kept his focus right on Draxum - a gesture the former warrior-scientist certainly appreciated, even if he didn’t say so outright.

“Merpeople are also able to survive outside of water. While mobility becomes an issue depending on how often they’re moving or traveling, they have no issues living on land - hence why some take to living on air-boats as a sort of compromise, plus it helps them travel across bodies of water in a shorter amount of time. They also don’t eat humans, despite the lies told about them, though they can be territorial when they are in the water - although you can’t blame them, especially if fish start to become scarce. Furthermore-”

It was sort of nice... Sure, Mikey had plenty he wanted to show and teach Draxum about humankind - and if all went well, then maybe there was a chance of Draxum having a change of heart. Maybe their technical creator wasn’t totally evil, and maybe one day, he really would be a better person and would understand what he and his family already knew. Mikey certainly hoped that would end up being the case...

But, in the meantime, maybe Mikey would end up learning a little from Draxum too. And honestly, as long as it wasn’t lecture series about ‘effectively destroying humans’ or anything like that, the orange turtle didn’t see anything wrong with that at all.

THE END

#rottmnt #baron draxum #michelangelo tmnt #oneshot #my writing #fanfiction #had this idea for a while #finally finished writing it out

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koiyyo · 5 years ago

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in the name of kaede’s birthday, could be we get some headcannons of how she and the rest of the v3 characters would celebrate?

kaede birthday headcanons (:

suggested by anon

written by mod corn

edited by mod irusu

hey so we forgot about this until last minute but it still counts right don’t worry about it! haha.. (also it’s not midnight for me so shut up it’s not late. not at all.)

thank you so much for the ask, anon!

(under the cut)

shuichi

- probably the only one who remembers its her birthday

- depressingly sings happy birthday with a kazoo

- can’t afford much so he bought her matching friend rings

- tried to play her the piano but failed

- attempted to take her on a ferris wheel but fainted before they even got on

- “lets just watch movies at your house”

maki

- had to come after everyone left

- would’ve killed kokichi if not

- kaito had to give kaede the gift for her, was too shy

- spent her allowance on an expensive pink bracelet

himiko

- tried to perform a magic act to impress her

- failed, cried, tenko and angie escorted her out

- ‘i’m so sorry my mana was just low’

- still had a fun time baking cookies for the party

- her magic trick that didn’t fail was “watch me turn this handkerchief into flowers”

- kaede treated the flowers like her children

kaede

- about had a heart attack when they surprised her

- she didn’t think it was a big deal but they do??

- started crying because she was so happy

- forced all of them to take photos with her

- said it was the best day of her life, says this every year

rantaro

- deadass forgot about it

- only remembered when the party started

- took her shopping to the places his sisters like

- he doesn’t understand women, bless

- maki tagged along and helped which is probably for the better

- stuck around for movie time™ and vibed

kirumi

- was the person that actually remembered her birthday and planned the party out

- only one allowed in the kitchen

- made a great cake, until kokichi ruined it,,

- got her expensive as hell jewelry

- forced kaede to wear it after she said it was too much

ryoma

- showed up for .3 seconds to wish her happy birthday

- said “i’m taking a smoke break” and never came back

- gave her cash as a gift

- probably got it through illegal means but hell ya money

tenko

- almost beat korekiyo up

- gave her lesbian-pride colored bracelets

- “congrats you’re lesbo now”

- made everyone play limbo

- she won,, skinny legend

- also won at twister every time

angie

- tried to make everyone do a blood sacrifice to atua so the party would go well

- every time she suggested a song it was just holy music

- gave kaede a painting she made

- it was her as an angel,, questionable but well made!

kiyo

- just stands in the corner menacingly, nobody knows how he even got in

- most of his time is spent just creeping people out, almost got banned from all future events

- tries to convince everyone birthdays started as a devil worshipping cult

- got sprayed by holy water until he left

- gave her an occult book as a gift

gonta

- brought some of his butterflies to the party :)

- made kokichi go feral because of them

- people had to sit on his shoulders to hang up decorations

- gave her a beetle as a present, it’s living its best life

miu

- licks everything edible seductively, doesn’t matter what it is or who’s watching

- ate an entire cake slice in one bite and almost threw up

- tried to introduce alcohol, got sprayed by holy water

- gave kaede lingerie as a gift, causing her soul to leave her body

- believes that kaede enjoyed it but it has never left her closet

kaito

- said he’ll name a star after her

- but alas, he is poor, so he opted for a NASA themed jacket

- fell asleep during move time™ and had to go home early

- was bullied into doing party games

- “i’m not an old man i can do twister”, next thing everyone hears is his hip popping

kokichi

- introduced party games midway through

- “pin the tail on the donkey” turned into “stabbing rantaro and shuchi”

- made the whole ordeal 10x more chaotic

- slammed kaede’s face into the cake, had to pay for another- almost got murdered by maki and tenko

- threw a spider on kaede as her present

- the real present was “his friendship”

tsumugi

- cornered kaede into cosplaying

- they both had a fun time doe

- helped decorate, lots of anime related things

- got her a sailor moon figure since it “reminded me of you”

- made her learn anime transformation dances

keebo

- “what’s a ‘birthday’?”

- reluctantly came to the party, tried his best to understand

- had to put lettering on the cake

- “happy day of birthing”

- was used as a stereo against his will

poor keeboy,,

- made by mod corn, posted by mod irusu

#kaede akamatsu #mod irusu #mod corn #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 headcanons

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rusty-guitar-strings · 5 years ago

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So Dies the Hero

Summary: Heroes are supposed to help people. So why does being one feel so awful?

Rating: T

Pairing: Loceit

Wordcount: 3,756

Warnings: Death mentions, manipulation and general rudeness, Remus being disgusting, cursing, mildly detailed description of a hypothetical death, severe self-deprecation, violence, sympathetic deceit

Notes: for @snekky-boi: hi there! it me, your no-longer-secret Santa! there were some issues with your gift, i’m so sorry it didn’t get posted until now! but here it is at last, i hope you like it! if you’re not them, i hope you like it too! happy late holidays! find the fic on ao3 here!

Sometimes Darius wondered if he was actually a good person. To be honest, he wondered about it a lot. Pretty much all the time. He’d settled for a no, he wasn’t, because how could he be when he let people get hurt and killed and made messes and screwed up and didn’t do anything to fix it-

“Hey, Double D! Get to the guy, my distraction won’t hold up forever!” The harsh, raspy voice of The Duke tore through his thoughts, making him gasp and stumble a little. Remus’s nose was wrinkled in concentration, eyes locked with the shooter. The team of heroes had been called out to deal with the mess caused by the guy, in a school no less.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” he drawled smoothly, pretending he wasn’t startled by the noise. He ambled along at a slow, leisurely pace, ignoring his racing heart and shallow lungs, trying desperately to maintain an aura of smug confidence. He stopped directly in front of the shooter, smirking slightly, and opened his mouth to speak. “I do wish-“

“Deceit!” a voice shouted, shrill and desperate and afraid. He blinked, and suddenly he was against the wall and Slo-Mo was against him and everything hurt.

“What the hell?” he hissed, gasping in pain.

“He was going to shoot you, asshole.” Slo-Mo was wide-eyed and visibly shaken, pulling back and dusting his suit off as he copied Deceit’s signature tactic of pretending not to care. His dark hair was matted to the barely lighter skin of his face and he was panting desperately, though trying to play it off by running his shaking fingers through his hair and using his free hand to push his tinted goggles up in the process.

“You’re over-exerting yourself, Nate.” He frowned.

The hero’s face twisted in defense. “Yeah, and why do you fucking care?”

Something about the sharp tone of his voice made Darius want to throw himself right into the line of fire again. It felt like someone had dropped a football dipped in cement in his stomach and was now digging around trying to get it back out. He swallowed the lump in his throat and his humiliation, lifting an eyebrow. “I do apologize, I never meant to give off that impression,” he hummed, voice dripping with silk and venom.

“ ‘s what I thought.” Nate yanked his goggles back down and stalked off, shoulders hunched. Deceit scoffed and shook his head, but the sting was still there.

The fight continued. Remus had lost his control over the man with the gun, causing him to open fire again. Deceit had to keep trying to get close to him.

Minutes passed, or maybe seconds, but they seemed to be losing.The Critic was nowhere to be seen. Deceit swallowed and peeled himself off of where he’d been tossed to the floor, cupping his hands around his mouth. “I do wish you would keep the gun!” he shouted, and immediately the weapon was dropped.

“Cut his head off, Crit!” Remus squealed as their leader appeared from seemingly nowhere. The Critic had a bad habit of doing that, just sort of… appearing. It was a common thing among the group, really, especially for-

“Oh hell no, sweetie. Do you know how much blood that would spill?” The masked man lifted an eyebrow at Remus, who was spinning his morning star like a very dangerous baton and bouncing on his toes. His face was split with a too-wide grin that Deceit wanted to slap right off, along with that stupid, stupid mustache.

“No, sir,” he purred disgustingly, winking and puffing his chest out. “Why don’t you show me?” Darius shuddered and Nate made a face, but Crit seemed entirely undeterred, apparently used to it.

“Not now, Duke. We would want to… sully our good name. That would be dreadful, now wouldn’t it?” The leader inspected his nails and Deceit was personally threatened by his composure. It wasn’t fair.

“I think we’re already sully enough, papi.” This time the line was paired with a growl, and Deceit felt himself puke in his mouth a little. He was pretty sure that wasn’t even the correct way to use the word.

“Remus, do shut up. There are children here.” To his credit, The Duke snapped his mouth shut and was quiet for a whole seventeen seconds.

Something purple flashed in the corner of Deceit’s vision and he stiffened. He tried desperately to keep his grip on reality and not look, but he did anyway, despite already knowing who it was leading the kids to safety. Renowned hero-turned-vigilante, Tempest. Virgil.

“Deceit! We’re leaving this dump.” The Critic waved for him, and he approached obediently, although his eyes were narrow.

“But-“

“Butts are for assholes, dear.”

“Sir, the children-“

“Are in perfectly good hands, are they not?” He halted to look Darius directly in the eyes, making the younger hero’s legs shake a little.

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. Then I trust you have no further qualms?” He tilted his head and quirked a brow, challenging, daring him to press it further.

Darius shook his head slightly. “No, sir…”

“Good. Close your mouth more often, it’s a good look on you.” He was already power walking majestically away, and Deceit heard a not at all subtle ‘ooo’ from Slo-Mo and The Duke. He wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and drown choking on earth. Nevertheless, Virgil would not leave his mind.

When they returned to the base for celebratory takeout? Virgil. When Remus wouldn’t stop talking everyone’s ear off in rapid Spanish? Virgil. When he finally returned back to his own apartment to get some rest? Virgil, Virgil, Virgil.

The violet-clad vigilante had run away months ago. Everyone else was fine with pretending he’d never been there in the first place, but Darius was far from it. They acted like nothing had changed, like everything was fine and dandy and wonderful, like his only- his friend hadn’t betrayed them, hadn’t left for them. The vigilantes, or HILT as they were calling themselves, were their sworn enemies who thought they were better than them. The clean up crew.

Deceit and his team were the heroes. Of course they were, everybody said so. Lately, though, that hadn’t seemed entirely true. It felt wrong, like he was lying to himself, again. He was Deceit, he lied to himself all the time. I am a good person. I don’t need them. I can’t possibly mess up boxed mac-n-cheese again. I’m a hero. What kind of hero left people, victims, behind? What kind of hero left messes behind for others to clean up? What kind of hero snapped at his best and only friend and hurt him so badly that he felt the only answer and way to be free was to run away and leave him behind and abandon him and what kind of hero just let that happen?

Darius Lyre was not a good person at all, he realized. He stared at himself in the mirror, hating, hating, hating. He made up his mind. The bare minimum went into a suitcase. Three numbers vanished from his contacts, he changed his own number, Lace the corn snake was placed in her tank on top of the suitcase. He left no note, vanished late into the night. Virgil wouldn’t want to see him again, Hilt wouldn’t take him anyway, he was the enemy, after all. Instead, Darius went to the streets. He wandered.

The sun rose and set. He saw nothing of his old teammates except in his dreams-- nightmares-- when he dared stop to sleep. Head spinning, feet pounding a steady rhythm his heart followed, he realized his snake was more well-fed than he was. He questioned if Virgil hated him still. Darius wandered.

The sun rose and set many more times. He ate where he could find food and slept in the smallest nooks he could fit into. He still saw no sign of anyone he knew. He could live like this. Darius wandered.

Still the sun rose and set, almost the only constant in his life. It scorched his skin and all he could do was use aloe, a gift from a kind older woman who insisted that he looked “Just like my dear grandson!” His heart twisted at that and he thanked her many times. She’d given him money as well; he spent it on food for Lace. He contemplated what dead mice tasted like. He thought about Virgil. Did he hate him? Would he care if he died? Would he want to see him again? Darius wondered.

Soon his vision spun and all his thoughts were occupied with survive, survive, Virgil, survive. Too much effort went into putting one foot in front of another and his head pounded, hands shaking. It was warm. Too warm. He looked for shade and found it beside a building facing the sun. Ducking behind it, Darius leaned against the wall heavily to try and recover a little. It didn’t get better. His vision turned white, then black, he felt the handle of his suitcase leaving his hand, then he was on the concrete and his head throbbed worse than ever. Snakes were supposed to like heat, but Deceit was not a snake, so he was less fortunate. He closed his eyes. Perhaps he would just rest, his eyes and his feet were so sore. Just for a moment, he promised himself. Only a moment and then I’ll get back up.

•*•

missing in oblivion

i guess i forgot to shut the door

darkness beckons with a string around my throat

i remember

time was slow back when i knew serenity

now it rushes past

quick like my thoughts

wouldn’t it be something

to be happy more than somber

i guess i’ll never know what song you would have written

your music faded long ago

the final notes echo in my head for eternity

a merciless symphony that forbids me to forget

•*•

It was more than a moment. Too long later, someone was shaking his shoulder. Darius barely managed to peel his eyes open, expecting to see an angry or confused or sheepish employee. Instead, he was met with a masked face suited in dark blue.

“Apologies for the abrupt awakening Mx., but it is getting rather late. This particular area of the town is even more unsafe in the dark. I implore you to come with me to find somewhere else to spend the night.”

“Y’re helpin’ me?” Darius slurred, tongue thick and dry in his mouth. His chest was empty and he felt close to dry heaving, vision still spinning. Was this person even actually here?

“I am. And I assure you that I am physically present, neither hallucinated nor holographically projected nor any other possible method of faking one’s existence.” Their voice was smooth and rich and they were so tall. Just the sight of them, not even considering their face, was enough to make Darius even weaker. A large hand was held out to him. “Shall we, Mx. Lyre?”

Wait. Something’s wrong here. But… what? ‘S not them, it’s- oh. “He,” Darius croaked, wincing at the sound that came from his throat. It was both physically and emotionally humiliating. He took the hand anyway and was hauled to his feet. He stumbled and staggered, his vision flashed again, and he barely registered the firm grip on his shoulder.

“Mr. Lyre, do I have your permission to lift you and carry you?”

He made a noise of confirmation, really too out of it to do anything. “Wh’re?” Then his feet were swept out from under him and he was held against the stranger’s chest and oh no they were hot.

“A base where I currently reside with a small number of my peers,” came the fading response. Darius just nodded slightly and closed his eyes again, almost immediately passing out.

The last he heard was a small, mildly concerned, “Darius?”

•*•

often i return to september

sun-kissed skin glossy with sweat

how i wish to stop that day and keep it frozen for a while

just to see

just to embrace

just to stay

gunshots shatter time

glass shards tumble to the earth

dirt stained red

pain is unforgivable if you aren’t willing to try

and i?

i prefer revenge

•*•

Darius was just coming to when he heard it. A whisper, soft and earnest, from someone nearby. The echo hinted that he was inside, but where, and why?

“I would die for you,” the voice stage-whispered. His eyes shot open. He was in a room, like a bedroom, Lace’s tank was in the corner, and she wasn’t in it. Instead she was in the hands of a stranger who held her and cooed at her softly as they rocked in a chair. “You’re a cutie, you’re just the sweetest little spaghetti aren’t you? Yes you are, good girl, so pretty. Such a pretty lady, hi pretty! Oh, look at your little tongue! How do I smell, sweetie?” Darius laid there, stunned into silence for a long while. Eventually he cleared his throat and they looked up, eyes wide. He froze, but then they smiled in a way that was warm and soft and felt like the sun, eyes crinkling a little and shimmering with relief. It was quite a bit overwhelming how much emotion this person wore on their face. “You’re awake!”

He looked away. “...yep.”

They were seated at the edge of the bed in moments—he was in a bed, he hadn’t been in one in forever, it felt so good—staring at him with concern. “You passed out from dehydration. How much do you remember?”

“I remember leaving. And someone in a mask, was—that wasn’t you. Who was that?” He frowned. “Who are you? Where the hell am I?”

“Woah, woah, slow down there, kiddo!” The person held their hands up in surrender, laughing a little. “Let’s start over, I’ll fill you in in just a moment. My name is Patton, he/him! And you are?”

He swallowed. “Darius. Same.”

“Good! That was helpful, thank you so much!” The man seemed a little overly thrilled at the response.

“Thank… you?” He started to sit up.

“Be careful, you were really dehydrated. I’ll have someone bring you some water. Right now you’re at our base.”

“Base? Base for what? Is it secret? Does anyone know I’m here?” His chest constricted and his mouth was still dry. Every time he spoke it was like someone was raking barbed wire down his throat and it hurt. He swallowed.

“You don’t have to talk so much if it hurts. I promise you’re safe, and we can talk over the details more when you feel better,” Patton assured. Something familiar about him did make Darius feel safe and secure and protected. He almost wanted to sleep. Scratch that, he really wanted to sleep, every part of him screamed with exhaustion and strain, but it could be a trap and unsafe and someone could be there to hurt him, or--when did he close his eyes?

“Darius? Honey, can you hear me?” He jumped a little.

“Y... yeah, I hear you, sorry.” He rubbed his eyes and opened them, then lowered his hand to massage his throat as well, wincing.

“Why don’t you talk a little less for now?” Patton urged gently. “Just nod or shake your head, things like that.”

He nodded slowly, raking his fingers through his hair. The man across from him held out Lace, and he took her almost immediately. She curled around his wrist like a large, clumsily made bracelet.

“Good!”

“Hey, Pat, I got the- what the fuck?” Darius’ head shot up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash as he stared at the man in the doorway. Painfully familiar purple hair and dark eyes, with a hulking figure behind them. Virgil. Wait, if Virgil was here, then he was-

“Hilt,” he whispered, just as Virgil shoved the tray into his companion’s hands and stormed forward. Darius refused to flinch, pretending his hands weren’t shaking.

“What are you doing here, you son of a-“

“Virgil!” Patton scolded lightly. “That’s no way to treat our guest, be nice!”

“I’m nice to people who deserve it,” Virgil sneered and, ow, that stung. “Why is he here?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know, Judy Moody?”

“Of course I would, that’s why I asked. Pat, do you have any idea-“

“Virgil, please,” Deceit interrupted, less smug and more desperate.

The vigilante flipped him off. “Patton, you have to listen, he’s-“

“I want you to tell him who I am,” Darius suddenly blurted, words painful in throat, burning worse than just the dry scratching of dehydration. Virgil’s mouth snapped shut and Patton stiffened. His expression twisted with worry. A gasp came from Virgil’s companion.

“I know who he is, Vee,” Patton soothed.

That made Darius go rigid. “Wait, you know? And you’re still helping me?”

“Of course we are, silly, you need help!”

“But I- we’re enemies, and I literally just… I don’t understand…”

“Relax, don’t hurt your throat,” he told him. “Can Virgil still speak?”

“He can,” Virgil spat, shooting Darius a look that, could looks kill, would have dismembered him, harvested his organs, cremated him, brewed his ashes into coffee, and downed it in one gulp. “And he has many concerns about this.”

“We can talk about it, then. But first, Darius, would you like to stay here?” Patton looked back at him, eyes soft and sincere and so kind it almost made him want to throw up.

“Stay?” he croaked. “For- for how long?”

“Well, as long as you’d like!” The older man grinned. “I’d be happy to have you here, especially while you’re recovering.”

“I… for now, I suppose…” Darius nodded slowly.

“Excellent!” Patton clapped and stood. “Virgil, come with me. What has you so worked up? What’s going on?”

As the two voices and pairs of footsteps faded, he became more aware of the fourth person who had been in the room, but was now the second. They were tall and familiar, and their face was open and glowing with curiosity.

“Mr. Lyre,” they began, and suddenly it all came rushing back.

“That was you?!” he shouted, startled, grabbing his throat as it split with pain. How could his savior have been so tall and gentle and stomach-twistingly gorgeous?

“Indeed. I suggest you refrain from excessive speech for the sake of your throat.” He swallowed and nodded, no longer trusting himself to speak eloquently anyway. “In the moment, the situation required immediate action, and I was barbarically forced to put aside formalities and could not introduce myself. If I may, I’d like to make up for that now. My name is Logan Sagong. He/him, if you will. And yourself?” Logan lifted an eyebrow and Deceit tried desperately not to melt in on himself.

“You… said my name.”

“Ah, yes, I did, didn’t I?” The man looked mildly amused. “I had forgotten. You see, I have access to information about people, regardless of either of our consent. Knowing someone’s name without them giving it to you, however, has proven to raise defense levels and lessen the chance of trust, therefore I try not to use it so much.”

“What can you see?” he asked, picking his words carefully.

“At the moment, your heart rate and breathing are nearly normal. Slightly raised, but, given your current situation, that is a reasonable expectation.” Logan nodded slightly, as if to affirm his own statement.

Darius rubbed his eyes. “That’s… different.”

“But not nearly like yours. ‘Reverse psychology,’ it is listed as. Is that what you did to Virgil a moment ago?”

Every nerve in his body told him to answer a simple ‘no,’ or a ‘who’s to say’ or a ‘who’s Virgil?’ However, his mind moved too fast and he nodded before he could say anything.

“Fascinating. So you make people do what you wish by telling them to do the opposite…” Logan sat on the bed, studying the empty air around Darius. Well, perhaps the air wasn’t empty to him.

“Yeah.” He scooted back, blinking hard.

“Oh, my apologies. I had no intention of overstepping any boundaries.” Logan also moved away, making Darius’ heart sink a little.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just- I’m not sure what you want with me…” He winced, swallowing.

“There is nothing we want with or from you, we are only here to help. Patton was right, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like after you recover.” The vigilante reached for the tray that had been placed on a side table to offer him a glass of water. “Here, drink. And rest as well, please, you frightened us all.”

“I did?” he mumbled, taking the glass and sipping from it slowly. The water tasted dry and bitter for some reason. He watched as Logan’s face darkened a little and his eyes turned to the floor.

“Well, me,” he corrected, not sounding nearly as put-together as he seemed to be. “You frightened me.”

Darius’s face warmed and he stared into the glass instead. “Oh.” It was quiet for longer than he cared to know, both him and Logan unsure of what to say and simply settling for nothing at all. Finally, Logan was gracious enough to break the tension.

“Would you like me to go and let you rest? You appear to be drained.”

Darius nodded slowly. “I’ll rest, but… you don’t have to go. Not for long, anyway.” Please stay please stay please stay-

“Very well. Get some sleep, I’m sure Patton will have made something for you to eat by the time you wake up.” Logan’s expression turned soft and fond and half-amused, and Darius again found himself wanting to melt into a puddle and cry because it was so cute.

“Thank you, Logan,” he managed smoothly, laying back.

“Certainly. You are welcome here as long as you wish to be here.” A hand rested on top of his and Logan was looking at the floor again.

They kept saying that, but ... what about Virgil? he wondered quietly. What would he do to me? “I’ll ... think about it.”

“Good. Now rest,” he murmured, and Darius couldn’t help but comply. His head still spun with worries and anxieties and possibilities, but for the moment, he was here. In this moment, he was safe. Surely Logan wouldn’t let anything happen. If he did, well ... it couldn’t be worse than it had been before.

#sanders sides #deceit sanders #logan sanders #loceit #superhero au #hope ya like this my dudes #author ari #sympathetic deceit #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #procrastination #nate sanders #the critic #critic thomas #lace #antihero au #fanfic

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domesticsns · 5 years ago

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What do Naruto’s students think of Sasuke? He seems like he visits the class a lot

Every time I mention Sasuke visiting Naruto at work it happened somewhere in the last seven years. Naruto teaches different classes from different years but he usually is in charge of one of these classes as their mentor. Student can come to him with their troubles or if they need to help with something or any problem really. Each year he has a new class to mentor. It are often the ones that are about to go to highschool.

Sasuke has dropped in on a few classes. Mostly because Naruto forgot something at home. Other times because they were going to have lunch together. Or when there is an activity and he needs some more adults present. Sasuke sat in on a few of his husbands lecture. Usually because he got there early and Naruto still has a class to teach and he would just sit somewhere in a corner or at Naruto’s desk and listen because he doesn’t know a lot about art/art styles/ history/mythology and Naruto can really make the lessons interesting by telling stories and it is fun to listen to, he can tell the same story 7 times and Sasuke could still listen to him talk because he does it in such an amusing way.

A lot of students get nervous around Sasuke because they think he is very pretty and they blush furiously and whisper to one another. He is kind of has an intimidating vibe but after seeing him maybe a couple more times most students dare to talk to him. Often they ask how he met Naruto and what he liked about their goofy teacher. Sasuke is not really that comfortable talking to the children, but after getting scolded by Naruto for saying “mind your own God damn business,” he just says, “School. We met in school.”

If he knows the children a little better he is a bit more open and easier to talk to, depending on the kid.

One time Naruto had organised a field trip to the local museum and he asked Sasuke to help him out with chaperoning. And they divided the children in little groups with one supervisors to go around the museum and watch and learn about the art.

Sasuke doesn’t know shit about art. One of the students asked if Sasuke could explain the green smudge on the ground that had this velvet rope around it. Sasuke said It looked like somebody vomited on it and was just charging too much for it. The kids laugh and Sasuke suggest they bail on the museum and get a coffee. The kids remind him they are elven years old. Sasuke says if they don’t tell Naruto that they bailed on the museum he would get them each...a soft drink.

And so they bailed.

Unlucky for Sasuke, they got caught.

How?

It was the end of the field trip and the kids were getting on the bus and Naruto looked at his husband squad of kids that looked like they had fun and he asked them what they thought about the museum...And the children went quiet and Sasuke realised...Kids ain’t that good at lying especially not in the heat of the moment. So one kid said, “THE MONA LISA WAS AWESOME!” while the other shouted “I LOVE VAN GOGH!” the third one yelled,”KING HENRY THE FIFTH!”

and Naruto looked confused at them before saying, “We’re at a modern art gallery.” and then he looks at Sasuke and fold his arms.

Sasuke says, “They were like this all through the gallery. I think they’re on drugs. Kids these days...”

Naruto did not look impressed. he asked his husband what his favourite piece was.

Sasuke quickly said he didn’t know a lot about art but the the liquid green smudge on the ground with little brocks in there seemed like something very deep and meaning full. And the kids started to help him with making up some random shit.

“Yeah it was representing the chaos of life!”

“it was totally about the roller coaster of life and how it grabs the inside of us and just pulls it out, ya’know!”

“it is statement about what is art these days and what is it. the fine line that represents the commoner with genius!”

Naruto looked at the children before looking at his husband that was nodding and telling him the kids really taught him a lot these days. And all three students turned to Sasuke and said, “and we learned a lot ofr mr Uchiha!”

Naruto’s face cracked in a smile and for a tenth of a second...They thought they had gotten away with it. But then Naruto says, “You’re talking about the vomit on the floor at the entrance that was wrapped around a velvet rope so people wouldn’t step on it and the janitor could clean it...”

And all the children felt silence and so did Sasuke and then something happened, to this day, Sasuke is pretty proud of.

All three students pointed at Sasuke and said it was his idea and they were telling him to get back to the gallery while he was just trying to keep them quiet by buying them ice cream and soft drinks!

and Sasuke looked at the students and whispered, “I thought we bonded!”

and the girl shouts, “You also said you would sell is to the devil for a corn chip!”

Sasuke looked at them and thought...Wow...I taught this children something to day...I guess teaching is fulfilling and then he was snapped out of it when he felt Naruto glare at him. The kids got away with tho...still a proud moment for sasuke...

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remywrites5 · 5 years ago

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1. with spideypool or wolfstar, please? ❤️

Hi! I hope you meant number one for the Halloween prompts because that’s what I did. If it wasn’t just let me know and I’ll write you something else!

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Wade could not believe he hadn’t realized it was Halloween. That’s what he got for being stuck in Monaco on a job for over a month. He’d been to three different stores and all of them only had black licorice and candy corn left. Wade wasn’t about to give those out. He’d get on the bad side of the children and who knew what they’d do then? Children were terrifying.

Wade went into a Walgreens and prayed for something that wasn’t shit. His prayers were apparently answered because standing by the register was none other than Peter Parker (aka Spider-man, aka Wade’s not so heterosexual man crush, aka dat ass). “Please tell me you have some candy left?” Peter asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. Wade wished he didn’t have such a thing for hot nerds because Peter was currently working it.

Wade quickly dashed towards the candy aisles and grabbed up the last few bags of stuff that were chocolate and not The Worst TM . He had just finished bundling them into his arms when Peter joined him. “Wade?” Peter called out, crossing his arms over his chest. “Please tell me you didn’t just take the last of the edible candy.”

“So what if I did?” Wade asked, hoarding it close to him. “Finders keepers, baby boy.”

Peter sighed. “Okay Wade, what do you want?”

Wade shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“For the candy,” Peter said, flicking his chin towards the bag in Wade’s arms. “I promised my Aunt I’d get it and I completely forgot. So unless you want my sweet Aunt’s house to get egged, you will at least hand over one of those bags of candy. Just name your price.”

Wade looked down at the bags and then back up to Peter. “Come over tonight,” he said after weighing his options. Asking for a kiss felt a little to creepy, even for Wade, and he didn’t want to go too small with his request. He’d never have this kind of power over Peter again so he might as well take advantage.

Peter’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “That’s…not what I was expecting,” he told Wade honestly. He scratched his chin; a little bit of stubble growing there and Wade couldn’t help awing to himself that his baby boy was growing up. “Okay, fine. I promised I’d help my Aunt pass out candy for a while but I could come over around eight?”

It was Wade’s turn to be surprised. He had never thought in a million years Peter would actually go for it. “Really?”

“Sure,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. “Now hand some of that over, you candy hog, and don’t even think about just giving me the milk duds. I’m watching you.”

Wade laughed and handed over a bag of Snickers and a bag of Kit Kats. “You know where I live, right baby boy?”

Peter nodded. “Had to drag your ass there enough times,” he joked with a grin. He turned around and Wade absolutely took the opportunity to stare at Pete’s ass. “See you at eight!”

***

Wade was a nervous wreck. It had taken an hour arguing with himself about whether to wear his mask or not. Peter had seen his real face before but that didn’t mean he wanted his hideousness on full display. But Petey had mentioned other times he didn’t mind the face, whether he was just being a sweet kid or not. Finally Wade decided on no mask with the right to change his mind after Peter showed up.

He’d ordered a pizza for them and had eaten most of the candy himself to keep from eating the pizza. He wanted eight o’clock to come sooner but was also absolutely dreading it. It was his one opportunity to be super fucking cool and hang out with Spider-man. It wasn’t as if their studios played well together anyway.

Eight o’clock rolled around and Peter wasn’t there. Wade felt crushed that he’d gotten his hopes up. Of course Peter wasn’t going to come around to his shitty apartment and hang out with him. He’d just been saying that to get Wade to give up the candy.

Wade looked around his dingy apartment and thought about killing himself in front of some kids to give them a good Halloween scare. He was just about to go find his gun when there was a knock on the door. Wade grabbed the last few scraps of candy (milk duds of course because eww) ready to throw them at the kids at the door.

Instead he found Peter standing there looking soft and cute in a t-shirt with a pumpkin face on it. “Trick or treat,” he said with a small smile.

Wade held out his hand and offered Peter the candy. Peter’s nose wrinkled in distaste and Wade thought it was the cutest fucking thing he’d ever seen. “Sorry baby boy, it’s all that’s left. But I’ve got pizza if you’re interested.”

Peter slid his way into Wade’s apartment. “That sounds good,” he said, walking over to the kitchen counter and grabbing himself a slice.

“It would have been warmer if you’d been here on time,” Wade grumbled, shuffling his feet against the carpet.

“I don’t mind cold pizza,” Peter said around the bite in his mouth. “Besides I get held up with my Aunt. I tried to call you but the number I have is disconnected.”

“Oh yeah,” Wade said, scratching the back of his head. “I change numbers a lot.”

Peter hummed thoughtfully and continued to eat his pizza. Wade grabbed a slice and picked at it, having stuffed himself on candy with his nervous eating. He still couldn’t believe Peter Parker was in his apartment, willfully, eating pizza and carrying on a conversation like it was no big deal. “Wanna watch a scary movie or something?” Peter asked, breaking Wade out of the internal argument he had been having.

“Sure!” Wade said, bounding over to the sofa and sitting down. To his surprise, Peter came over and lay down sideways on the sofa, his feet dangling off the end and his head in Wade’s lap. “P-Petey?”

“I’m exhausted, Wade,” Peter informed him with a yawn, stretching his long lanky body like a cat. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope,” Wade said, shaking his head emphatically. “Not a care in the world. Just, you know, don’t think less of me if I get an erection because your face is like right there.”

Peter laughed. “I won’t hold it against you, Wade. I know you think I’m sexy.”

Wade sputtered. “You’re not sexy, you’re cute.”

Peter raised a knowing eyebrow. “Is that why you were staring at my ass today in the store? Because you think I’m cute?”

“Damn your spidey-sense,” Wade said, curling his hand into a fist and shaking it as if cursing the heavens.

Peter laughed again and Wade took it as a personal victory. Most other heroes never laughed at his jokes. Most heroes never gave him the time of day. At least Peter was kind enough to tolerate Wade. “Comes in handy,” Peter murmured, sliding his hand up and cupping the back of Wade’s head. Before he knew what was happening, Wade was bending over, being led by Peter and their lips were touching and oh.

Wade broke the kiss and stared down at Peter incredulously. “What’d you do that for, Petey?”

Peter shrugged. “Been thinking about it since the store this morning,” he murmured softly. “Thought maybe you would ask me for a kiss in exchange for the candy.”

“Blackmailing heroes into sexual favors isn’t really my thing,” Wade said, shifting on the sofa because hello Mr. Erection nice of you to join us. “Or at least I would never do that to you. Wolverine, maybe.”

Peter grinned. “Does it count as blackmail if I really wanted to kiss you?”

“Had an inkling to make out with the outside of a cantaloupe, did you spidey?” Wade quipped, confused by what was going on. He hadn’t hit his head at some point had he? Maybe he really had killed himself and this was just a wonderful dream as his body mended itself.

Peter sighed and let his thumb graze over Wade’s cheek. “Maybe I like you more than I let on,” he said quietly, staring up at Wade. “Maybe over the past month I’ve missed the way you’re always interrupting my missions just to flirt with me.”

Wade tentatively reached out and brushed his hand over Peter’s stomach, feeling the muscles underneath his t-shirt. It sure felt real enough. Wade slipped his hand under Peter’s shirt and felt the warmth of his skin. Peter was biting his bottom lip and his cheeks had gone pink.

“I am aces at flirting,” Wade managed to joke, playing with the bit of hair on Peter’s stomach leading downwards into the danger zone.

Peter smiled. “Most of the time I’m glad I’m wearing a mask because you make me blush like crazy.”

“I like it when you blush,” Wade told him, cupping Peter’s cheek with his free hand. “It’s cute as fuck.” Peter pulled Wade down into another kiss and if this was just his mind playing tricks on him he would happily never take another treat in his life. “Please be real.”

Peter smiled against Wade’s lips. “I’m real,” he whispered softly.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t the first time I’ve hallucinated making out with you, Spidey.”

“And how long do those hallucinations usually last?”

“An hour, maybe two.”

“We spend that whole time just kissing?” Peter asked, looking skeptical.

Wade shook his head. “The you in my mind is filthy.”

Peter laughed. “You said an hour or two, right? Well put on a movie and when it’s done in an hour or two and I’m still here, you’ll know I’m not a hallucination.”

Wade beamed at him. “You’re so smart, Petey.” Wade flipped through Netflix and put on Scream. Wade continued to let his fingers dance over Peter’s skin, memorizing each scar that he could see.

“Wade,” Peter whined, wiggling when Wade accidentally touched a ticklish spot. “You’re not watching the movie.”

“I’d rather watch you, baby boy.”

Peter chuckled. “You can watch me later,” he said, lacing his fingers through Wade’s so they were holding hands.

“Promise, Petey?”

Peter nodded. “I promise. Now shh, this is the good part.”

Wade turned his attention to the screen for a moment before being distracted by Peter again. As the credits rolled, Peter was still there, on his sofa, real and soft and warm. Wade hadn’t woken up from some kind of dream. Peter was still holding his hand.

“Told you I was real,” Peter teased, giving Wade’s hand a squeeze.

“It’s a Halloween miracle!”

Peter laughed. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Sure it is, baby boy,” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Now, trick of treat?”

“Treat,” Peter said, already meeting Wade halfway for another kiss.

If that wasn’t a fucking Halloween miracle, Wade didn’t know what was.

#spideypool #spiderman x deadpool #i write things #fluff #halloween prompt #suicidal thoughts tw

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sugaxjpg · 6 years ago

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04 | blank check; m

⤷ “Let me get this right, okay? You threw my name in as your fake girlfriend because you needed to prove yourself to your empty-headed friends, and now you need to fix it. Still,” you paused, raising your eyebrows, “your way of fixing is not to disclose it as a lie, but to cover it up with an even bigger and riskier one. Is that correct?”

⤷ PART 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | Co-written with @pantaemonium

✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Fuckboy!AU & FakeDating!AU

✓ Filed under: smut, tragic comebacks

✓ Words: 6,892

Author’s Note: And here it is... whatever this is. Laura and I are sorry. Also, Part 5 will be a bit longer than the ones we have put out so far, so pls be patient!! It’ll come :,)

Your debate class had its intense, hair-pulling moments in the past — from the dichotomy of the current political climate to philosophical dialogues about Descartes’ universal doubt — but, every once in a while, even your professor would get stressed at the constant bickering of his top 10 students and, instead, would chose a dumb theme that the class could find some sort of humor in. After some time, even that showed itself to be an obstacle, since most of your classmates had their head so far up their own ass that they forgot what the sun looked like, even less what it was to have a chill, borderline comical, conversation with another human being.

And that was where you and Namjoon came in.

If you were to be completely honest, you could say without a shadow of a doubt that the two had a constant veil of bitterness floating between you. What could you do? Both of you were a bit more competitive than you should be, and the prospect of academic validation was far too tempting for you two to just let it slide. But, damn. If Dante Alighieri had the misfortune of meeting Kim Namjoon throughout his life, you were absolutely sure he would have added the man somewhere amongst his circles of inferno — because, Jesus Christ, was he a pain in the ass when he took things to his personal side.

“In synthesis, professor, I must conclude,” Namjoon started, leaning against the tall surface of his table. The copy of the discussed book was placed before him, and you could see that he had highlighted — and color-coded — at least half of it. “Bella Swan should have picked Jacob instead of Edward. The amount of danger she faced was ridiculous, and perfectly avoidable if she had chosen the one that was always there for her and, quite frankly, much more attractive.”

Subtle. Always so subtle.

With his feet over a nearby desk, your professor hummed, and used his cup of coffee to hide the smirk that creeped up on his lips. From your peripheral vision, you could see the other students exchanging animated glances, waiting for your turn to defend Team Edward. “Alright. Very good, Kim,” he praised, then turned to you. His mop-like moustache was stained by the brown coffee, and it looked more disgusting than it should. “What do you have for us, defense?”

You pushed your shoulders back and, without a missed beat, spoke your truth. “I disagree with Namjoon’s conclusion, professor. Edward Cullen cared about Bella Swan much more than Jacob ever did. He was only angry because he was thrown into the friendzone, and did not get his desires fulfilled by his best friend.” Your eyes darted towards Namjoon as you verbalized those words, wishing you were just as subtle as he had been — that is, not at all. “Edward protected Bella since the start, was patient, and didn’t force anything on her. With all due respect, professor.” You turned back to the class. “Jacob had no free-pass to Bella’s black lacy underwear just because he had been there for longer.”

“That’s irrelevant to this debate, come on!” Namjoon defended himself, blushing from the tip of his ears to — not that you had been looking before — the place where his tan skin disappeared under his shirt. The buttons opened, that would’ve gotten him a warning in high school—but in college it was the average cool dude uniform. “Jacob was not as simple-minded as he’s thought to be. He may be a werewolf but he’s not stupid—”

“Well, I have to disagree. As you may have read — and I’m sure my opponent highlighted this part too—, in the fourth book of the saga Jacob imprinted Edward and Bella’s new-born baby, under the justification that, and I quote, everything he was—snip, snip, snip—floated up into space when he met the baby’s eyes, which are coincidentally very similar to Bella’s who happened to be at the moment, dead.”

“It is explained within the Twilight universe that werewolves often link themselves to their partners for life.” Namjoon barked back, although there was no confidence left within him when he opened the book, and started looking through his notes, wondering how he could’ve left the imprinting-the-baby topic out. What a mess.

Poor Namjoon had surely been very busy dreaming of your black underwear to finish preparing the debate and that, good for you, meant you had won — for once.

“My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat — not a burning,” you read, trying to occult behind the pages the wicked smile invading your features. At the back of the classroom, your classmates started laughing enough for Mr. Moustache to turn around and shush them. Namjoon was paralysed. His projection into the Jacob’s character was not as funny anymore. “Around five minutes before he falls in love with the half-vampire parasite, he’s hugging Bella’s flailing body, forbidding her from dying. He’s not what I call… consistent with his feelings.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to talk, but all of the present souls knew that his chances of coming back from that annihilation were practically zero. With a smile and a resonating laugh, Professor Pornstache turned around to the class. “Alright, children of the corn, you all know how it goes,” he started. You had no idea how he hadn’t noticed the soaked mess that his upper lip had turned into, but that’s what botox injections can do to your overall sensibility, after all. “Write on a piece of paper who you think won, and then let’s do this as democratically as we can — even if we all know that the final word is mine.”

You rolled your eyes at your professor’s attempt at being Cool With the Kids. Mussolini over there — Mustachelini? Nah — constantly tried to sneak in references of popular movies into his every sentence, which explained his constant obsession with reviewing young adult novels. Next one up, according to him, would be something from Cassandra Clare, and you really didn’t think you’d be able to endure another painfully awkward love triangle discussion, even less the hidden incest.

With a few chuckles and guilty gazes crossing, the classroom was quick to pass the papers off to the front row, where the teacher’s personal pet — Jisoo? Achoo? Bless you — could organize and count the votes. You were lucky she was great at her job, for it took her less than five dragged-out, silence-filled minutes to have an answer.

With a grin that seemed to come out straight from a Monopoly live-action movie, your professor looked down at the winner’s name. “Oh, look at that,” he said. “Seems like we have a new name to pay attention to. Namjoon…” he dragged out his speech in a way that you swore the air had been sucked out of your lungs. Next to you, the boy leaned forwards, chest filled up with pride. “Better luck next time, kid. Y/N got the trophy. That’s ten points to gryffindor, and a nine for Team Edwards.”

With the weight of defeat dragging his shoulders down, Namjoon retreated to the back of the classroom, where the bad boys — you almost cringed thinking of him as one of those — sat and gnawed gum loudly trying to make the world believe their attitude would get there somewhere in life except, perhaps, jail. He plopped onto his chair, and let out a defeated sigh. If he couldn’t win a Twilight debate that meant his career was over, his reputation on the floor. It was a tragic defeat, one he had never expected.

Part of him, you thought, should be happy that it had been you the one to conquer the first place. It could have been someone else, like the guy from second row who carried an anime figurine around and ate his boogers when he thought no one was watching; or maybe, the resident weed-lover, who would probably rant for five minutes about the necessity to legalize marijuana, and avoid altogether the mundane problems of two-hundred year old bloodsucker hottie number 1; and very white, very anodyne Bella Swan.

“So, tell me, what kept you so busy that you couldn’t finish the assigned reading?” You questioned, rubbing — as they would say — salt over his overabundance of pride wounds. It was petty, but it was the funniest part of defeating the smarty-pants in the room. “Anything on your mind? Do you need a pep-talk? My therapist’s number, perhaps?”

Namjoon crossed his arms over his desk and laid his head over them, hoping the earth could just open up and swallow him alive. It crossed his mind that Jungkook probably didn’t even know which elements that are inside the Earth’s core — nickel and iron, for the ones wondering — even less which layer was liquid: internal or external. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe you wanted someone that was more than brains, or maybe you could be searching for someone so dumb that would make you feel more confident at your own IQ — yeah, that was probably it. You wouldn’t pick anyone but Namjoon if that wasn’t the case.

But he needed to control the flux of his thoughts before it got the best of him, and he made the mistake of being a little bit more honest than he should. What could he do? His pride was completely shattered — over a Twilight debate, for fuck’s sake — and he was struggling to seat down after the catastrophe that had been that pizza. Never underestimate the enemy. Never underestimate cheese left out to rot for too long.

And, most importantly, never underestimate Jeon Jungkook.

“So, Y/N,” he started, raising his head from the desk. Two other students had already moved to the front of the class to start their debate on the powers of some of the secondary vampire characters, but he didn’t care about it — that one, he could win it in his sleep —, for his eyes were completely glued to your own. “You ran away from us that night at the party. Care to say what happened between you and your misunderstood knight?”

And god bless your winner high for not making your face crack under the sudden question. Even if the image of Jungkook rubbing his cherry splitter came back in a hormonal rush throughout your body and mind, the smirk in your lips lingered, and your inner despair did not drip through your words. “Nothing happened, we are perfectly fine,” you lied. “In fact, he invited me to go to Jimin’s pool party next weekend. Hope you don’t mind my company.”

It was ephemeral, but you saw the way Namjoon’s eyes widened for an instant — he was a mortal man, with simple mortal needs. Seeing glimpses of your black underwear? That was nice. Seeing you in full bikini? That was a miracle, and Kim Namjoon wasn’t someone to disregard a message from the Lord.

He cleared his throat, and looked towards the front of the class, where the debate was starting to heat up. One of the students claimed that vampires having weather-controlling abilities made no sense, for it was Twilight, and not X-men. He had to agree with that one. “That’s… something to consider,” he spoke. It was getting hot there? It was either you or the intestinal cramps from that forsaken pizza — how many days would it take for it to leave his system? God. “Never thought of you as someone who enjoyed… the outdoors.”

“I’m not the sun’s biggest fan, that’s true,” you acknowledged, “but that’s what relationships are about, you know? Making sacrifices, spending time with your boyfriend’s friends. All that.”

Namjoon, once again, lost his space to speak. As his eyebrows twitched together in a sign of his disbelief — and a bit of jealousy, let’s be honest — and his plump lips parted in a silent exclamation, the screen of your phone lit up, a loud ding! ruptured the attention of the class. From the front row, Pornstache asked for you to turn the device off.

“Won’t you look at that,” Namjoon complained, watching your fingers as you quickly placed your phone on silent mode. “Edward Cullen is here to save the day.”

There was a tinge of agony in his voice, that you interpreted as a silent hope that he could someday become the one to disrupt the class to send you, perhaps, a corny I miss you, let’s meet at the library after class, or a more saucy — and god knows you hate that expression — I’d love to be in bed right now, doing you-know-what. Namjoon didn’t strike you to be one to send a I’ll fuck you raw against the wall only because he would understand the physical limitations that would come with such statement.

“Edward Cullen is just trying to know if I’ll be going to your match next week, I think,” you lied. The phone vibrated against the table, insistent. It was like having Jungkook behind your back, saying whatever nonsense he had come up with that same morning. “Don’t you have something useful to do? I don’t know, start reading Cassandra Clare’s failed incest fanfic attempts or something?”

“Nah, you know what? I’m going to the bathroom. That pizza is still kicking my intestines, and not in a good way.” He smiled, and it was dashing. “See you later.”

“When you finish pooping.”

“Yeah.”

With raised eyebrows and the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips, you watched as Namjoon made his walk of shame towards the front of a class, then quickened up his pace suddenly. If you could go back to the night of the party and tell him about the consequences of his ridiculously high cheese consumption, you wouldn’t. It was too funny to just let it pass.

Your entertainment, however, was short-lived. As soon as you turned your gaze back to the device on your hands and actually read through the previews of Jungkook’s messages, you could tell that something was wrong.

Jungkook’s only neuron: [incoming video]

Jungkook’s only neuron: SHRIIRSHIT

Jungkook’s only neuron: NO DONT OPEN THAT PLEASE DONT

Jungkook’s only neuron: THAT ISN’T FOR YOU BABY NO

Jungkook’s only neuron: IM SO SORRY OMHFGF NPONONOONO

Jungkook’s only neuron: i want to die please dont download the video please i will do anything i will buy you milkshakes for the entire week plea...

But it was too late: you knew Jungkook was terrible at finding compelling arguments, but that was just too much. He knew you were curious, and his overwhelmed texts only increased your sadism to prolong his suffering. Of course you were going to see whatever the hell he had sent you, and of course you would make sure to tease him for it until the end of time. It was what he deserved after dragging you for yet another acting gig.

So, you unlocked your phone, and went straight to his conversation. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were met with — but one thing was for certain: you were so happy that you had brought your earphones that day.

Curiosity started to carve a hole within your chest. It started as a mere tingle, just below your breastbone, when you plugged in your earphones and starting downloading the video. Had Jungkook been a bit smarter that day — or just more technology-conscious — he would have remembered there was an option to delete his video. It would erase it from the face of earth, and with it the shame it would bring along. It was useless now, because by the time he understood the power he had allowed to slip away you would have already saved the thing in your phone. For blackmail purposes only, of course.

With absolutely no expectations, you pressed play. The condemnatory piece of evidence Jungkook had sent by mistake started playing on your screen, a vastness of black pixels and an eventual flash of light. It must be something huge, for him to panic — while sober — on the chat-room. And huge it was, although at first the image was without form and void. Darkness invaded the screen, like there was a towel or a shirt placed in front of the camera, and the only remnants of light that managed to filter in were through holes in the cotton.

Maybe Jungkook had finally lost his mind, and he had recorded one of those confession videos with huge cards. You are perfect to me, could have been read in one of those, scribbled with a Sharpie in his terrible handwriting. But Jungkook was not the romantic type so that would not be the case, he had a reputation to hold — surprisingly, he had not destroyed it yet.

And so the dumbass said “let there be light”, and there was light — and the most horrendous pink tiles covering the bathroom floor. He appeared into focus, clad in grey sweatpants and a tee shirt that you recognized immediately as part of the training gear for the volleyball team.

“Oh, god,” you muttered to yourself, watching him seat cross-legged before the camera. You had watched enough porn in your life to, at least, sense where this was going, but you were not prepared. Not at all.

When the boy — Jungkook, it was fucking Jungkook and you knew it — moved backwards on the shot, the entire scene came into focus, presenting you with the image of what you presumed was his bathroom. You would recognize that pink abomination anywhere, even if, the last time you witnessed it, you had not payed attention to the disgusting fact that the tiles were also a pallid tinge of roseate; the same color of the heat that painted the boy’s cheeks, all the way to the tip of his ears.

The image was slightly blurred still, but you could tell that he was sitting on the floor, back pressed against a bathtub. Jungkook had moved down on the shot enough so you could see up to his nose, but his eyes were still out of frame. It didn’t matter: you knew it was him, and you could not stop looking at the way his swollen lips were parted, glistening with the thin layer of his saliva. From in between them, came the weak, shy sound of a moan, and his body shivered in expectation.

Before you could even take hold of your actions, your gaze was already shooting downwards, past the droplets of sweat on his tan neck, and the obnoxious colors of his team shirt — for fuck’s sake, he was clearly not the brightest of minds, but, if he wanted it to be a bit harder to figure it out who it was, he shouldn’t have worn that. Dumbass. The hottest fucking dumbass you’ve ever laid eyes upon. Not the point.

Then, you saw it, and your mind went blank. Jungkook had one of his veiny hands placed over his hard member, its outline vaguely visible through the thick fabric of his pants. And, shit, that wasn’t the only thick thing in sight. But anyways. He was caressing it slowly, up and down, then rolling his palm against it slowly, dragging out the whines that broke upon his lips. Through your earphones, you could hear the fragile inflections of his voice against your ear, and you swore you could feel his raggedy breath hitting your skin at every new exhale.

On the upper part of your screen, another message popped up: I can tell you’re online!!!! it practically yelled, reeking of desperation and pheromones. You ignored it. There were more interesting things happening. Bigger things.

Jungkook pressed his palm down on his cock one, twice, but soon grew impatient at the lack of sensibility it provided. You tapped on the video and saw that it was three minutes long, which told you just how much he was eager to get straight to the point; and, much to your inner satisfaction, your hypothesis was quickly proved.

Almost timidly — who would’ve thought Jeon Jungkook could be any shade of timid, for fuck’s sake — the tip of his cock was released from the constriction of the elastic. He had been dripping enough to wet the fabric, and it elicited a thousand questions amongst which the idea of Jungkook cumming in his pants, unable to stop himself was primordial and very much overwhelming.

With more tenderness you had ever imagined he would be capable of, he pressed his thumb against his crown, smearing his slick all around. It ripped a long-drawled groan out of his throat, as he threw his head back and against the bathtub. Sweat started to pool in hollow of his clavicle when he dared move again, hand encircling his length.

That was the moment you understood the situation was serious in more than one way because a) Mr Pornstache was still doing whatever he believed was teaching, b) Namjoon had just crossed the classroom threshold and was about to return to his place by your side; and c) your panties were wetter that the goddamn Nile and it was Jungkook’s doing.

Way to start the week.

Then again, miracles can present themselves every once in a while and, for you, it was the fast-thinking that suddenly overtook your senses. Even if every fiber of your being begged for you to do otherwise, your fingers were quick to pause the video, block your phone, and shove your earplugs inside your jacket’s pocket before Namjoon’s gaze even casted itself in your general direction. Usain Bolt who?

You cleared your throat — was it hot in there? “There you are,” you whispered as he sat down next to you. Namjoon looked one shade whiter and many years older. “Had fun?”

He rolled his eyes. “What kind of question is that?” You did not know. You weren’t thinking straight. You could barely recall your name amongst the echoes of Jungkook’s moans inside your mind, and it was driving you insane. “Anyways,” he started, “did I miss something important? Any big arguments to take into consideration?”

“The biggest argument I’ve ever see— I mean no, nothing,” you were quick to correct yourself. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you recalled every medical drama you’ve ever watched, the movement of the defibrillators and the anxious screams of the doctors — charge it to 200; to 500… There’s nothing else we can do, we lost her. Jungkook strikes again. “You know what? This reminds me, I should go to the bathroom as well— To do… to… take care of lady stuff.”

Taken aback by surprise, Namjoon leaned back against his chair and raised his eyebrows in expectation, trying to predict where that was heading towards. He was clearly doubtful of your actions, and Mr Mustachelini was far too enrolled in the superpower debate to care about the way you roughly moved to your feet, almost knocking the desk over as you did so. Thank the heavens above that you didn’t wear a skirt that day, because the situation in between your legs was reaching critical levels.

“Lady… stuff?” he repeated slowly. There it was: the man you learned to fear in debates and in the court, with those piercing pupils and the expression that told you that there was no use in lying, for he already knew the secrets that you hid underneath your tongue. “Did something happen?”

You laughed nervously. “Absolutely nothing happened,” you lied. He could tell. Somehow, he just could. “I just have to leave, it’s gonna be really quick just… okay, bye.”

Namjoon moves around very slowly. The commotion of your sudden leave had probably pressed a slow-mo button he could not turn off. It was like all his energy was being redirected towards his brain, aimed at the gears you could almost hear rumble. It was just a bathroom escapade, it wasn’t that deep. But Namjizz was keen on discovering the secrets you were not skilful enough to conceal — at least not with the image of Jungkook’s swollen dick in his pretty hands still engraved in your brain.

“Bye,” you repeated, waving him farewell. Still perplexed he muttered something along the lines of: are you sure everything is alright? That you never responded to. All you could picture was the girls’ bathroom at the end of the corridor, the cubicle at the far left — the one less transited.

You had some dignity left inside, so you didn’t run. Instead, you walked as fast as your legs allowed. In hindsight, it was a ridiculous image, but you could only feel the weight of your phone growing heavier in your pocket, the wires tangling like serpents as some sort of cosmic punishment for your unspeakable crimes. As if it wasn’t enough that you had fallen for the local cliché; that you had been tempted by the one character in the comic you had promised you would only treat with disdain and, perhaps, some well-founded superiory.

Jungkook was an overused trope, that was clear enough — thanks brain for the painful reminder! — but fuck, did he make you wet with only a few seconds of his blurry, leaked sextape.

Despite the late hour, the bathroom was deserted. You had been hoping to find someone there, someone disagreeable and nasty who would kill your libido with just a look. Coco would’ve fit the role. But there was no one around, and the cleaning lady had just polished the tiles till they shone like diamonds.

Weren’t you the luckiest girl in the entire university, huh?

Giving it no more thought, you locked yourself inside the cubicle. Your phone vibrated again, this time in your hand.

Jungkook’s only neuron: please Y/N i didn’t mean to send that to you. it was a mistake. come back and call me a pig BUT DO SOMETHING. THIS IS LIKE POKING A STONE WITH A STICK

Jungkook’s only neuron: if you didn’t see it as I BEGGED YOU TO PLEASE FORGET I EVEN SAID THAT

He continued to rant into the group chat, monologuing about the many reasons behind your silence. It was — truth be told — abnormal of you to skip a chance to roast him, but there were more important matters to attend to. With a quick swish of your finger you silenced him, and with it the guilt that could come.

In movements far too quick to be your own, you plugged in the earphones in your ear, checked that they were well connected to your device — the last thing you needed was to interrupt the chastic beauty of that recently-cleaned bathroom with Jungkook’s devilish moans — and moved back to the video. The recording started over, but you were quick to move back to the time stamp you had stopped in — 1:38, precisely and, yes, you had memorized.

Now, that was when your morning started to go downhill, because it was when you decided to, as you had mentioned before, defenestrate the rest of your pride, and do the dirty work. Kind of: you were a bit out of your senses, but not enough to finger the baby maker in the middle of a public bathroom, no matter how clean it was.

So, you settled for the second best.

As the video resumed, you noticed the wetness that had spread between your thighs, only increasing as those lust-filled images flashed before your gaze. There was something alluring about the idea of the Great Jeon Jungkook playing with himself, allowing for his hips to roll against his hand as temptation overtook his senses; his legs so weak that he could barely move in that gruesomely pink bathroom floor. He was edging himself, that you could tell from the continuous biting of his lower lip, and the quivering pants that left his mouth, and he was adoring every second of his self-inflicted torture.

Moans and curses poured from his chest like ambrosia, and your other hand was quick to undo the buttons of your pants. You could see him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, as his parted lips groaned for release, his muscles clenching again and again; cock throbbing in his hands. Perhaps, in an instant of patience, he would rub himself through his underwear until he was hard enough, or maybe he would grind against his bed until he could no long take the pleasure that monopolized his carnal desires.

Not that you were far away from that fate.

Hastily, you placed your hand in the space between your jeans and your underwear, finding your clit instantly. Your fingers traced circles over your sensitive spot, but the numbed feeling was awfully frustrating to endure. Just like the fucking video before your eyes was; the rise and fall of Jungkook’s abdomen as he reached for his own orgasm; the teasing of his thumb against the top of his member; the weak, whimper-like moans that infested your mind like a damn egyptian plague. Everything about that situation was frustrating, and it was tearing you from the inside out.

As he so tenderly caressed his length, you wondered at the rubor that had conquered his neck, the toned expanse of his chest. Jeon Jungkook had lost the intimidating arrogance that seemed to envelope his entire being. There was no arrogance in the curve of his mouth when opened his mouth in a whimper that broke before it could be captured by the microphone of his phone. There was no pride in the way he tilted his head back, fingers tight around his cock as he fucked himself relentlessly.

Despite the lack of friction, the sole image of his muscles tensing as he approached his release was enough to have you trembling. The memento of his hands roaming your waist was clear in your mind when you pressed your clit just a bit harder, wishing it was him the one to tease you with the same cruelly he was teasing himself. The wonders his fingers could do, his tongue. As his moans became louder, your movements turned erratic, almost desperate. It threatened to break you, but you could not find reason within yourself to stop.

Still, Jungkook wouldn’t be Jungkook if he didn't find a way to ruin your fucking day.

The vibration of your phone in your hands made your heart jump inside your chest and, for an instant, you swore you had seen the light at the end of the tunnel, and the angels calling you to join them above. But no — it was the human-shaped devil named Jungkook and he was, quite literally, calling you.

With a stressed-out groan, you barely thought about your actions before sliding to answer his call, his previous moans being immediately replaced by static. “What the fuck do you want, Jungkook?”

From the other sound of the line, you heard a shuffle. “Oh great, you picked up,” he spoke. You couldn’t tell if his voice was permeated by annoyance or by relief and, quite honestly, you didn’t give a flying fuck — you had your hands pressed against the soaked mess that had become your panties in a public bathroom, and the last thing you needed was to psychologically characterize his timbre based upon the inflections of his tone. “We have to talk.”

Honestly? Fuck it. The guy had already ruined one rub-out session for you, and he wouldn’t do the same thing again; not when the only detail you could think about had been the ridiculously hot video he had sent you. “No we don’t,” you threw back, breathing growing sharp as you continued your motions — slower this time. “This is not the time, and you have nothing—” You paused, biting back a moan, then masking it as a cough. Okay, you certainly didn’t think that through. “You have nothing to justify.”

“You know I do.” He hesitated. “It’s about the video.”

“Of course it’s about the fucking video,” you interrupted, throwing your head back against the wall. You were starting to get close, and you knew it. “Are you narcissistic enough to jerk off to a video of you... jerking off? This is the weirdest case of inception I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook paused on the other end. “Inception? But that has nothing to do with my family.”

Good god, have mercy on your soul. “Inception, Jungkook.” You groaned. “Not incest.”

“Not the point, smart ass,” he was quick to reply and — fuck Jungkook and his honey voice — you could have sworn he had almost stuttered. There was no way you could have known for sure, for your own mind was wandering elsewhere and you were barely containing the tremors of your own voice. “I really need to see you and explain, so tell me where to go and I’ll be there.”

“Jungkook,” you called, and your brain thought it was a great moment to bring the images you had been trying to avoid, of Jungkook in-between your legs licking your wetness away as you whimpered his name. At the end of the line there was only static to match your error, so you rapidly added. “There’s no need to explain. I really have no interest in seeing you beat your meat to whatever Arctic Monkeys song you chose as your sex jam, so I don’t really care about your reasons—”

“It’s very normal to do something like this, okay? Some guys do it all the time. I do it all the time to, you know, see how I perform and everything.” You had long lost track of his explanation. The murmur of his voice was just an echo at the back of your head, for you had never stopped pressing your fingers against your clit, trying to subdue the sweet pain threatening to take over. Your brain was overworked — and overwhelmed — and Jungkook blabbing his way out of shame was not annoying enough to stop you. “It’s like monitoring yourself, and It makes me a better lover. A better partner, if you want. Y-you should be glad I’m doing this—”

As Jungkook ranted on, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him, for you knew the moment you tried to speak only a moan would emerge from your throat.

Jungkook, however, took your silence as a punishment. “So you really watched it, huh?” He chuckled, humorless. “Guess I fucked up again—”

For fuck’s sake not now. The way he hesitated — just for a second — before he spoke and his voice refused to come out untainted but in a rough whisper, was the last thing you needed to complete your descent into Dante’s nine circles of hell.

Before you could notice, the faintest whimper dripped from your lips, a broken chord that sounded like his name.

Well, if you wanted to stop Jungkook from blabbering, that was the way to go.

Maybe if you had been a little more in your senses, the realization that you had just moaned out the fragmented syllables of his name would have seemed like an apocalyptic forewarning for the chaos that would ensue. But no: you were far too gone to care, and it had fulfilled your initial purpose of silencing the annoying insect buzzing in your earphones.

But of course, Jungkook wouldn’t let it go so easily.

On the other end of the line, he cleared his throat. “What… are you doing?” He paused, seeming to take in all the details he had ever so naively overlooked aforetime — the vague panting that departed from in-between your lips, the eagerness in which you rushed to finish your sentences. Something odd was taking place, and even his one living neuron could perceive it. “You sound like you just ran a marathon. ”

“It’s a debate class, genius, things got… heated,” and that had been the perfect word to use. “I’m not doing anything.”

There was a second of hesitation before he spoke up again. “Isn’t Namjoon in that class with you?”

“Yes. Congrats on the goldfish memory.” You breathed out — okay, you could maybe hold yourself back. You were getting close, for your legs were already shaking, and you could barely keep your eyes open for longer than a couple seconds and, if you had holden tight for that long, you could do it again. Just no more moaning. Not in front of him. Later, maybe.

“That’s weird,” Jungkook spoke. Fuck his voice, fuck the way his whimpers and cries for release still echoed inside your head; fuck the delicious sight of his head thrown back, and his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. Fuck him. Fuck you. Hopefully. “I just texted him and he said that you left to go to the bathroom. For lady pro—”

“—It’s a different Namjoon.” What kind of answer was that? You were barely thinking. “Listen, Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to talk, so maybe you could just… call later?”

“There’s only one Namjoon, and we both know his lame lactose-intolerant ass.” Jungkook could be sharp if he thought very hard. Maybe the ruptured thoughts crossing your mind, the weakness spreading all over your body, was what he had needed to fight on equal ground — and somehow you knew he would be very proud of this victory. “You received the video, and then went to the bathroom?” He was trying to organize the timeline of your befall, and for once his solitary neuron was cooperating, while yours were just running around, screaming like hippies high on acid. “Did you go to the bathroom… to watch it?”

“Jungkook, just drop it.” You whined, the sound needier than you had ever intended. “Let’s talk later, okay? I need to go back to class now. Call me later if you want and we’ll talk about the stupid party or your rampant narcissism, whatever you want.”

“I’ll wait for you after class—” He didn’t sound convinced. The raggedness of your voice was a good reason to be puzzled, but the guy was apparently too idle to hang up and do something useful. “We can go somewhere to discuss the party details if you’re up. You know, like a business meeting but in like a café or something.”

“I have a test tomorrow.” Holding to the last threads of rationality, you understood it was time to end the conversation. “Nice talking to you, Jungkook. Bye.”

Jungkook would have questions, of course, but you could only think of him, his hands, his soft lips against your own. Your hand returned to torture your clit, this time unrestricted by his presence on the phone. It was ridiculously easy to find the right pace, to bring back the memory of his weights pressing against your own, his tongue discovering your mouth. Jungkook could mess your existence even in your imagination and that was something you had to confess you had never expected.

Call ended, you allowed yourself to suspire in relief, dwelling in the absence of his frequent interrogations, and the pleasure that was overtaking your senses. The silence, however, was short-lived: you forgot you still had the video playing in the background.

Now, some things in life are beautifully synchronized: the fly of birds as the sun sets; your favorite sad song playing while you’re driving in the rain… Jungkook’s dragged-out moans echoing inside your head the same instant you found your high. You know, the simple stuff. The kind of stuff that makes you lay awake at night in horror.

Your legs trembled when you reached your orgasm, waves of heat running up and down your thighs as you fought to suppress a prolonged whimper. On your hands, the device called for your attention, and your parted eyes barely got the glimpse of a smaller, digitally edited Jungkook covering his abs with the white strands of his own relief; hips rolling against his palm as his mouth, open, cried out in sheer alleviation. You loved that sight, and it pushed you even further down your decay into inferno.

But, of course, the video didn’t stop there. It didn’t fade into black, as you had expected, because you deserved a plot twist to end the day. You had depleted your luck reserves long ago — probably during a math exam — so it was highly unlikely that the guy would just finish the deed and turn off the camera.

No, instead Jungkook continued teasing his cock until his thighs trembled with the excess of his own caresses; limbs flinching under the tides of his exaggerated stimulation. He could not bite back he suspires of despair as he rode a second orgasm and muttered an unintelligible prayer.

Wait, scratch that. You rewinded the video, to listen for a second time. In this occasion you closed your eyes, because his fucked-out face was far too distracting for your brain to keep up with so many stimuli.

It was, actually, very intelligible.

Jeon Jungkook was not praying, but moaning your name.

That, nevertheless, was a secret that would die with you. Or so you hoped.

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mathmusicred · 4 years ago

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Recovery Part 1 of 2

I wrote my first proper Redwall fanfic this week. Let me know what you think! (also this is not beta read, so if you have any feedback, please let me know!)

~2k words

Inspired by this fic by scrivenerofmossflower

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Martin did his best to pay attention as Gonff chattered enthusiastically at his bedside. He still had a host of wounds that were fresh and painful, sucking his energy faster than a hare running late for dinner, and it wasn’t unusual for the pain to flare unexpectedly either. When Gonff made him laugh, Martin was soon weeping from the pain—who knew it took so many muscles to laugh? He was propped up on his side since his back was a horrific mess, and that was where the pain was now.

“Ah, ‘m sorry about that, matey,” Gonff apologized, his chubby little face drawn in concern. “Tsarmina really did a number on you, didn’t she?”

Martin grunted in acknowledgement and closed his eyes. “Keep talking, Gonff,” he whispered, moving his face as little as possible to avoid aggravating the scabbed gashes there. “Helps keep my mind off it.”

Gonff’s ears twitched in agitation. “Are y’sure, mate? Germaine and Columbine said to give you a draught of this ‘ere concoction if you’re in pain,” he said, reaching for a bottle of dark green sludge.

With great effort, his back screaming from even the brief movement, Martin reached out and grasped Gonff’s paw. “Please, matey. Tell me about Goody’s pies.”

There was a beat of clear hesitation, in which there was some silent communication—Martin did not like the mind-numbing medicine, even if it did relieve his pain, and Gonff would humor him, for now.

So Gonff spoke of the wide variety of pies he had tasted (and stolen), both from Goody and from other creatures. While he debated upon his list of favorites, he watched Martin bite back groans as the pain came and went like the ebbing of the tide. During a particularly bad spike, Gonff paused his rambling and reached for the bottle.

Again, Martin snatched his paw and shook his head. “The cleanup—!” he gasped in a tight voice, then took a deep breath as the pain seemed to die back down. “Tell me about the cleanup after Kotir was flooded.”

Keeping hold of Martin’s paw, Gonff set it back on his friend’s chest, and Martin flinched and grit his teeth at the motion. Gonff shook his head. “You are in pain, Martin. It’s time for your meds.”

For a moment, Martin glared at Gonff with a fierce light in his eyes, his grip on the mousethief’s paw turning into a vice, but when Gonff gasped at the unexpected crushing of his paw, Martin released him and visibly wilted.

“’m sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean t’ hurt you, Gonff.”

Gonff just shook his paw out and chuckled. “I think I’m used to it by now, you warrior. Even when you’re laid flat, you still don’ know your own strength.” He measured out a portion of the medicine into a beaker the way Columbine had showed him and helped Martin take the draught, laughing at the way Martin’s face screwed up. “Here mate, take a candied chestnut—a little sweetness will clear up the taste.”

Martin munched on the gifted nut gratefully. He noticed Gonff pop a few nuts himself and smiled wryly at him. Gonff caught his eye and winked. “Better you than me, matey. Just the smell o’ that stuff is enough to give me nightmares!”

The medicine was fast-acting, and Martin could feel his pain ebbing further and further away by the second. He sighed unconsciously in relief. If Gonff noticed, he didn’t mention it, just hummed a little tune to himself and tapped his paw rhythmically on the table by Martin’s bed.

“I’d still like to hear how the cleanup went,” Martin said. “How were the vermin dealt with?”

Gonff was sure he had told Martin the full story of the fall of Kotir already, but Martin’s memory had been . . . spotty, of late. “Oh, them? We fished ‘em out of the lake and gave ‘em a dressing down, y’might say. Everybeast was given a pack of food and sent on their merry way,” Gonff said. “Those hares of ours ‘ave set up a patrol to watch out for ‘em, but we’ve not seen a single whisker of ‘em since.”

Martin nodded slowly. “Good. No . . . no pointless bloodshed . . . that’s good . . . .” he murmured, eyelids drooping.

Gonff began singing a gentle little ditty, which transitioned smoothly into a lullaby. Had Martin been stronger, he would have rolled his eyes and stayed awake out of pure stubbornness, but as it was, he slid easily into a deep sleep.

Gonff stayed at his side, deep in thought. Sleep did not come to the little mousethief as easily as it once had. He struggled with nightmares about swans, waterfalls, and fighting searats on a dark, sandy beach. He and Dinny talked about it sometimes, but Dinny’s own nightmares had faded within a few weeks. Gonff’s hadn’t.

Despite the violence of the battles, the grim horror of rescuing a slave ship, and the various other perils he had faced, Gonff’s most recurring nightmares centered on his friend Martin. Of Gonff watching him get cut down in battle on that moonless seashore. Of Gonff finding him too late by the lake. Or sometimes, of Martin bearing down on him with his mighty sword and that terrible red sheen in his eyes. Just thinking about it sent a shudder through the mousethief.

Gonff shook his head and balled his paws into fists. Martin would never hurt him. Even when he was in agony himself just now, he had apologized immediately for simple squeezing Gonff’s paw too hard.

That fear was easy to chase away.

The fear of loss, less so.

Columbine came looking for her husband and found him half slouched onto Martin’s bed, one paw grasping his friend’s paw and the other cushioning his chubby little face, finally sleeping peacefully. Columbine smiled, kissed Gonff’s forehead, and quietly went about her work. She changed Martin’s bandages and put fresh herbs and poultices on his wounds with experienced care. It must have been several hours since Martin had taken his medicine, however, because he came awake with a moan halfway through her ministrations.

“Who . . . nngh,” he grunted, quickly giving up trying to twist around to see who was working on his back.

“It’s just me, Martin,” Columbine murmured soothingly. “Go back to sleep, if you can.”

Martin just shook his head, shoulders quivering under Columbine’s paws.

“I’m sorry, dear,” she sighed. She worked as quickly as she could, and Martin remained silent until she had finished and walked around the bed so he could see her.

His scabbed face was creased in pain and confusion. “Where am I?” he whispered.

Columbine blinked, but it wasn’t the first time Martin had forgotten. “You’re in Brockhall, Martin. Do you remember who I am?”

His bemused expression deepened. “. . . Gonff’s wife, you’re . . . C-Const—er, no, Corn, no, no Coll . . .” Martin paused and stretched out each syllable, as if he were twisting a stem out of an apple of his memory. “Cooolluuummbine, yes, Columbine!”

A bit of a rocky start, perhaps, but this was better than some of his previous episodes so far—once he’d even forgot Gonff, though it had proved to be a singular occurrence. This time, he even kept his voice lowered so he wouldn’t wake the poor mousethief, who was still holding onto his paw even as he slept.

“That’s right, Martin. Do you remember how you were injured?” Columbine asked.

After a brief pause, Martin wordlessly shook his head.

Columbine nodded, unsurprised. “You fought with Tsarmina the Wildcat. You won, but you have many terrible wounds from her claws, particularly on your back.”

Martin nodded. “Aye. That’s where it hurts the most.” He looked around, taking in the room as if for the first time, and visibly relaxed when he saw his sword propped up against the table beside his bed. Previous experience had taught the healers that he was much more cooperative during these bouts of amnesia if his weapon was within sight.

“Are you hungry, Martin?” Columbine asked, recalling his attention to herself.

He smiled sheepishly. “Famished.”

“I’ll bring you a tray from the kitchen,” Columbine said, heading out the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Martin watched her go and then laid there in contemplative silence. Vague memories swirled around in his mind, mostly of battles he had fought, and of Gonff and Columbine. There were other creatures, too, but he could only recall the names and faces that were connected to those two. Dinny was a mole who was also Gonff’s friend, and the three of them been on a long journey together. The Stickle hedgehogs, two parents and four children, were Gonff’s adopted family. Columbine had a mentor named Abbess Germaine, who was the primary healer that had saved Martin’s life. The identity of the other creatures in his mind eluded him.

Columbine returned shortly with a platter bearing a small loaf of hardy nutbread, vegetable soup, soft white cheese, elderberry cordial, and a thick slice of strawberry cream cake. Gonff’s nose twitched and his eyes flew open in an instant. “Phaw, somethin’ in ‘ere smells heavenly!”

Columbine and Martin laughed (Martin only briefly) and Columbine set the tray on the table. “Don’t worry, O husband of mine, there’s plenty enough here for the both of you.”

Gonff jumped to his feet and swept Columbine up in his arms, crying, “O, what a beautiful creature you are, me darling wife, to have remembered your poor husband and spared him a crust o’ bread from your kitchen!”

Giggling, Columbine pushed Gonff back towards Martin. “Oh hush, you great flatterer. I’m putting you in charge of making sure our great warrior eats his share. Think you can do it?”

“I doubt I’ll need help,” Martin said, already tearing into the bread loaf, but no one paid him any mind.

Gonff bowed elegantly. “For you, my dearest flower, I shall be most diligent. This warrior of ours shall eat til he bursts!”

With another laugh and shake of her head, Columbine stepped out of the room.

The moment she was gone, Gonff snatched the bread loaf from Martin’s paws and tore it in half. “Steady on there, Martin, you wouldn’t leave your old matey to starve to death would ye? Of course not! I knew you were a goodbeast, back from the first moment I clapped eyes on ye! Here, now, take your half. Have you ever tried dipping your bread in the soup? Makes ‘em both taste better, I promise. Here now, give it a go.”

They ate and joked and laughed, Gonff making ridiculous excuses to hold Martin’s plates and bowls for him. "Hold up, mate, this is a wooden bowl. Wouldn't want you t'get splinters in those great frogslapper paws of yores.” Martin reached for a spoon, but Gonff held it out of reach. "Nope, sorry mate, this is one of Goody's favorite spoons. Wouldn't want you to crush it. That would cause a terrible fuss—nothing but tears, tears, tears everywhere."

When every last speck and crumb was gone, they each sat back and nursed their beakers of cordial.

Martin rubbed his bulging stomach. “I haven’t felt this full in a while. I’ll have to thank Corn—er, C-Columbine when she gets back.”

Gonff gave Martin a knowing look. “Struggling with names today, matey?”

“Aye,” Martin sighed, looking down at his cup. Ripples from his shaking paw broke up the dark liquid’s surface. “I suppose I’m simply growing old before my time.”

“Nonsense,” Gonff said firmly. “Once you’re all healed up, you’ll be runnin’ around like a young ‘un again, no question.”

Martin sighed and drained the last of his cordial. “I hope so, Gonff. I really, really hope so.”

Gonff took Martin’s empty beaker and tapped him on the nose with it. “You will. So stop worrying about it and tell me how much you remember about our adventure to Salamandastron. Gotta make sure we keep the facts straight, after all. Who knows how many fibs Dinny would spin up if we aren’t keeping him in line with the facts!”

“If anyone’s telling fibs, it’ll be you,” Martin snorted. “Dinny is the noblest creature I have ever met. Keep that in mind when you’re tempted to lead me astray with your tall tales—I know I don’t remember much, but I do remember Dinny’s face when he found out you’d convinced me that we’d taught a flock of pink toadstools how to fly. He was so angry, he nearly turned pink himself.”

Gonff grinned blissfully. “Aye, that was a good day. You were as gullible as a newborn babe for a while there.”

They continued to joke and laugh, and eventually they walked through step by step of their entire history together. It was a familiar exercise by now, but a welcome one all the same.

#mathmusicred writes #fic #martin #gonff #columbine #heavily inspired by #scrivenerofmossflower #fear the reaper #which is a fantastic piece

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