#cos personally walking around these streets where all the houses look like this

[network-decay]

grab ur mother's keys we're leaving

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Raindrops and Kisses

Damian Wayne x Meta!Reader

Background of how the Reader got get her powers and ended up at Wayne Manor

A/N: This goes along with Bestfriends and Girlfriends. Think of this like a prequel. This, you could say, is the foundation of their relationship. Also, I started this before I decided to switch to big girl paragraphs. So, if it randomly switches to regular paragraphs just know that’s me editing and revising it.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Reader being overdramatic, “natural disasters”, Damian being Damian, Reader making rash decisions

-In simple terms, when 2 meta have a kid there’s a possibility that the kid can inherit both parents’ powers

-Your mother was a psychic and your father could control any element

-That meant you had both their powers

-Back to the accident

-It wasn’t a particle accelerator, thank god… sorry Barry

-Jon unlocked his powers after being under duress

-You unlocked them after being under extreme stress

-Nobody truly prepared you for being a high school senior

-Especially at GA

-Gotham Academy

-A very pretentious school

-With even more pretentious snobby rich kids

-Were you one of the richest at the school?

-Absolutely 

-But the others didn’t need to know

-You were always an empathetic person

-It mostly had to do with your unlocked powers but still

-You could somewhat feel what others were feeling and just guide them through it if needed

-You didn’t know it could be reversed

-Your stress and all the negative emotions going onto people around you

-Not just in your house, but your neighborhood

-You didn’t think much of when your mother seemed stressed and your parents seemed a bit off

-Your father was the top scientist for one of the largest tech companies, Wayne Co.

-Or Inc

-You didn’t really care for where he worked as long as he’s home every night

-It made sense he was a pissier than normal

-Maybe the Wayne deal wasn’t going on the way he hoped

-Your mother was a surgeon

-Fitting right

-A surgeon being a psychic

-Though her psychic abilities were limited to people's thoughts and emotions

-So seeing her a bit agitated wasn’t too surprising

-Maybe a patient's treatment is going the way it was supposed to

-Or the lab lost a specimen again

-Your street was usually pretty quiet

-Normal for a neighborhood of huge mansions since many of the house were relatively far apart

-But as your workload was becoming more stressful to you suddenly honking

-Car honking

-What the hell is going on?

-You look out your window and see what seems to have been a car accident

-The drivers were arguing 

-Car around them were honking

-Suddenly police car and ambulance sirens were going off

-ugh 

-You just wanted some peace

-You just stared at the scene from your window

-Getting more annoyed by the second

-Maybe you should help out

-As you walked down your driveway one of the cars set on fire 

-You froze

-Luckily your parents saw you in the kitchen window

-They hurried to reach you

-Your mother was shaking you to try and get you in the house

-“Y/N. Y/N. Get in the house it’s not safe”

-You couldn’t move

-You let out a deep sigh

-Wind

-Suddenly the wind is blowing harder than before

-The fire spread across the fancy bushes and we’ll trimmed hedges of mansions 

-Police started to evacuate people from their homes away from the fire

-Firefighters tried to put out the fire with the water from the fire hydrants but it wasn’t letting up

-OMG JUST WORK ALREADY

-Water busted out from all sides of the fire hydrant

-And to top it off, rain

-Luckily it was pretty light

-There was so much chaos

-“Robin, Nightwing, and Spoiler you three evacuate the civilians”

-It was none other than Batman

-Your head he got worse

-Like a loud pounding in your head

-The ground started to shake, with cracks forming on the ground

-“EARTHQUAKE”

-Some people yelled

-Nightwing rushed to you and your parents after evacuating some of your neighbors

-“You guys need to evacuate. It’s not safe here”

-No duh

-The ground is opening up, it’s rain, there’s a fire spreading, the fire hydrant is gushing water

-Why is the fire hydrant still letting out water?

-Doesn't it have a limit or something?

-Night wing brought you and your parents behind the caution tape they set

-It was set at a 5 block radius from the fire

-Once behind the tape, you noticed a light on in the house

-You remembered that Mr and Mrs Ambrose went on a mini couples vacation 

-But their daughter was still home, they have 2 but the second is at this boarding school she wanted to attend

-She was about 2 years younger than you and a sophomore at GA

-You turned to Nightwing and see him trying to calm down a small girl

-“Nightwing!”

-You yelled his name several times but no lucky

-The fire was already on top of a house not to far from the Ambrose’s

-Robin noticed you calling for his brother but continues help the couple he was with

-Screw it

-You ducked under the tape and ran towards the house

-Your mom turned to check on you and noticed you were gone

-You we’re running to the Ambrose’s house

-She went to Robin

-“Oh my gosh! My daughter, Y/N. She went back.”

-Y/N

-That sounded familiar

-“Don’t worry ma’am. I’ll go get her.”

-Robin ran towards the house after you

-Once you reached the house you started banging on the front door

-No luck

-Robin reached you

-“What are you doing? You have to get back to your parents. It’s not safe and they’re worried”

-You rolled your eyes 

-“They’ll be fine”

-“Ok, but that doesn’t explain what you’re doing.”

-“Mr and Mrs Ambrose are on your annual couples vacation”

-“So?”

-You were think of another way to get in other than the front door

-“They have 2 daughters, Katlyn and Mariam. Mariam is at some foreign music school or whatever but Katlyn goes to my school, GA, and is home… alone!”

-Now Damian remembered you

-You were in most of his classes

-He took an interest to you after you had been paired for a class assignment 

-You treated his like a normal person and he found that refreshing

-He felt this odd feeling towards you

-He just thinks it’s just because you’re more tolerable than the rest of the kids at GA

-You remembered that they leave the back gate to the pool open

-“Follow me”

-Normally Damian wouldn't take orders from a someone his age, yet alone a civilian risking their life

-But he followed you

-Going through the back gate you reached the sliding door into the house

-Robin was just a step behind you

-“Katlyn!”

-You yelled her name at her window

-You could hear the rain falling harder and the faint yelling from the firefighters about the fire not letting up

-You felt dizzy and tumbled forward

-Robin quickly grabbed you waist, helping you keep your balance

-You moved his hands off of you

-“I’m fine let’s go”

-As you reached for the sliding door handle, Robin grabbed your wrist, and gently turned you towards

-“Hey”

-“You are not fine. Go back to your parents and I’ll get Katie”

-“No, and her name is Katlyn. And how would you know where to look? The mansions in these neighborhoods are huge for no reason by the time you find her you’d both be burnt to a crisp”

-you said popping the p of crisp

-As much as Damian liked your wit, you had girl to find

-“I-”

-“You nothing. I just got a bit dizzy that doesn’t mean- ”

-Robin shut you up with the only way he knew how

-He pulled you close to him by your waist and kissed you

-And you relaxed and let him

-Your hands rested on his shoulders 

-You couldn’t help but notice how soft his lips were

-Or how he smelt so nice even with the rain

-It felt nice and you wanted to keep kissing him but you knew you had to find Katlyn

-Then you both heard footsteps

-Robin broke the kiss, letting go of you and took a step back taking a deep breath

-You turned to see Katlyn rushing towards the two of you

-“I thought I heard my name. What’s going on? OMG you’re both wet. ”

-“Yea cause it’s raining”

-“There’s no rain”

-You were confused

-It was just raining

-“Let’s go”

-You and Katlyn followed Robin back to the others

-While walking you and Robin noticed the fire was completely gone

-As if there was no fire in the first place

-No damage to any homes

-How strange

-Police and Firefighters deemed it safe and everyone could go back it or their homes

-“So you both got me for nothing”

-Katlyn walked back to her house

-You were so confused

-You turned to face Robin again

-“So about the-”

-“Robin, we’re leaving. B leaving the rest to the police”

-And with that Robin left with Nightwing

-You walk back home to your parents in the kitchen

-That night they explained you that you’re a meta too

-“But we thought I wasn't. I never showed signs when I was younger”

-The three of you spent that night talking

-The next week at school Damian cornered you

-“Y/N”

-“You call people by their first names, what a surprise”

-Damian rarely called people by their first names

-Only his closest friends, and maybe some of the titans and leaguers

-“I’ll be giving you a ride to my fathers company today. Apparently there’s something our fathers want to tell us.”

-Oh right

-You knew your father worked closely with his

-But what you didn’t know was that your father closely worked with the Batman

-“Oh ok”

-After school, as you descended the stairs of GA, you saw Damian

-And of course he’s surrounded by his fan girls

-He looked up to see you

-“Let’s go Y/N”

-With that he opened the lino door for you

-“Thank you”

-You said as you got in

-You could sense the hatred coming from his fangirls

-‘Why is he leaving with her?’

-‘What’s so special about her?

-‘He picked that over me?’

-“Are you alright?”

-Damian said, snapping you out of your trance

-“You zoned out.”

-You hadn’t even noticed Damian getting in the car and driving off

-“Oh yea, totally”

-You ended up dozing off during the ride

-Damian woke you up when you had arrived

-You had been to the company a few times

-When you walked in you greeted Noah, the head of security

-“Let’s go Y/N. I don’t have time for this”

-You rolled your eyes 

-“Bye Noah”

-You followed Damian into the elevator

-Your brows furrowed as you noticed he chose the bottom floor, your fathers lab

-“Why are we going to my dads lab?”

-“You’ll see”

-You didn’t like that answer

-“I don’t want to see, I want to know”

-You wanted to hit him

-Luckily for him the elevator door opened

-You two reached your father’s lab

-Without a second thought, Damian walked ahead of you

-How did he know where he was going?

-You followed him until he reached a door

-DO NOT ENTER

-“We can’t go in there”

-Damian looked at you briefly before entering

-‘What a dick’

-There was barely anything in the room.

-A conference style table, some chairs, and a board for meetings on a wall

-However, on the wall acronym from the door was a metal arc and a small kiosk-like stand next to it

-Damian walked to the kiosk and started tapping away

-”What is this room? Have you been here before?”

-You were so confused

-Once Damian stopped typing on the kiosk, tablet, whatever it… something

-You didn't know how to describe it

-“Walk in” he said

-“What?! Are you crazy? I don’t know what that thing is going to do to me.”

-“Fine”

-He took your hand pulling you along with him through the portal (at least that’s what you hoped it was)

-By the time you and Damian had walked through the portal, you were clutching onto his arm, eyes screwed shut

-“Is it over?” you asked

-“You’re fine Y/N,” you heard your dad say

-“OMG Dad! What’s going on? Why is there a portal to-” you stopped when you looked around

-There were ceiling length windows… and the view was Earth

-“ARE WE IN SPACE??”

-You dad calmed you down before sitting you down and explaining everything to you

-Some of the stuff he said was repeated from last night, but some info was brand new to you

-You were trying to process everything being told to you

-”Ok. So, Bruce Wayne, your boss, is Batman and you work for him, both in him I guess. I mostly understand that. So finding out who the rest of the Bats are is easy if you know one of them. So, Damian is Robin who k-”

-You stopped yourself from almost telling your dad that he kissed you a few nights prior

-No father would want to hear that

-”You have a secret room in your lab that leads to the real secret headquarters of the Justice League, which is in space. So cool by the way. Okay, so I get mostly everything, but-”

-”But what Y/N” Damian butted in

-You almost forgot he was there, even though he was sitting right across from you

-“But what does it have to do with me?”

-That was the real question

-”Batman 02” you heard a feminine robot voice say

-You turned around to see Batman walking out of the portal, which is called the “zeta tubes” according to you dad and Damian

-“You’re here to be taken under my wing”

-Jaw dropped

-Not literally though

-“If you want to become a full time vigilante that's up to you, but you need to learn to control your powers or people will get hurt.”

I've never posted back to back before. 2 in 2. Don't get used to this tho cuz i might end up in a writing slump before you know it.

[justabigassnerd]

Remembering

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,172

Warnings - violence, child endangerment, guns, angst, protective Ethan and co.

Summary - an unexpected attack causes Ethan to remember a memory from years ago

A/N - Lil' Hunt is about 8 yrs old in this. hey y'all! sorry it's taken me so long to come out with a new fic, my motivation is major league fluctuating but I'm trying to overcome it. I won't ramble so as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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In between missions, Ethan did his best to make the most of the time he had with you. He was aware of how busy he could get when he was doing missions and he never wanted you to feel like he was ignoring you so when he could he and the team would take you out for the day.

Ethan figured today was as good a day as any. The weather was lovely in Philadelphia and the city was lively and waiting to be explored. With the lack of suspicious activity, Ethan felt safe enough to bring you out with him. He made sure to bring a couple of items should anything happen but that was just to calm his anxious mind. He, Benji, and Luther had thoroughly checked the area for suspicious activities before even considering going out in public with you.

“Come on y/n.” Ethan says with a smile, arm extended and hand open as you bound towards him, grabbing his hand in your smaller one, following Ethan out the door with Benji and Luther following behind.

“Where are we going?” You ask, looking up at your dad curiously as he smiles down at you.

“We’re going to have a day out. All four of us. Just make sure at least one of us can see you at all times, so no running off, okay?” Ethan says, stopping just in front of the door that led to the streets, looking down at you as you nod at his words.

“Okay, daddy.” You say, smiling up at him as he nods, opening the door and the four of you step out onto the streets, making your way to the bustling city centre. You stay sandwiched between your dad and Luther with Benji walking just behind to keep an eye out.

As the four of you walk through the city, you take in the sights and look in various shop windows as you pass them. The four of you decided to get ice cream and sit in the nearby park to enjoy the beautiful weather and to enjoy each other’s company for a while.

When you all finish your ice creams, you continue to walk through the park before exiting on the opposite side you entered and as you do, a few people run past you, almost knocking you off your feet as Luther rests his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“What’s going on?” Benji enquires, noticing more people rushing past, each person wearing a terrified expression. Benji and Luther look over to Ethan whose hand drifts to his hidden gun holster.

“Take y/n and get back to the safe house.” Ethan’s words were low and muttered but Benji and Luther heard him.

“No daddy!” You exclaim, gripping Ethan’s arm as he turns around and faces you, placing a hand on your shoulders and ducking down to be more at your eye level as he smiles softly.

“Have I ever not come back? Stay with Benji and Luther. I’ll be back before you know it.” Ethan says gently before glancing up at Benji and Luther who nod at Ethan as he straightens up and releases the light grip he had on your shoulders.

“Come on, y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” Luther says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and ushering you away from the chaos along with Benji and rushing you back to the safe house. You do your best to hold in your tears as you are taken back to the safe house but the moment, you’re in the building some tears escape from their ducts.

“Your dad is going to be fine, y/n/n. Let’s try and do something to take your mind off everything, shall we?” Benji says, crouching down to be at your level and offering you a hug that you accept, burying your face in his shoulder as he comforts you.

“Why don’t we find something to watch? Or you could read a book?” Luther offers as you hesitantly let go of Benji, wiggling out of his grasp and crossing to the table, sitting on the chair closest to the door and watching the door intently.

“I wanna wait for daddy.” You insist, eyes fixed on the door as Benji and Luther exchange a look before getting up and crossing to the table, each of them taking a seat near you.

“We don’t know how long it’ll be until your dad gets back. We can find something to do until he gets back.” Benji says apologetically, doing his best to approach the situation with gentleness.

“I’ll wait.” You say in response, folding your arms across your chest and settling back in the wooden chair as if it were the comfiest thing in the world.

“There’s got to be something to do that can pass the time. Like reading?” Luther offers once more, sending a subtle glance Benji’s way which has him instantly on his feet, rushing to what was your room and grabbing what he knew was your favourite book, as well as grabbing some colouring books and pencils for good measure. When Benji returns to the room, you glance his way, noticing the books and pencils before turning your attention back to the door.

“I haven’t coloured since I was five, Benji.” You grumble, arms still folded over your chest. You weren’t exactly lying. Benji knew if he flipped open the book right now there would only be about one and a half drawings coloured in with scribbles that were obvious to anyone that you were trying to stay in between the lines but some of the colours breached past the lines and sat among the other colours you used.

“Well, maybe I wanted to colour. Apparently, it’s good for stress and your dad personally makes sure my stress levels are through the roof.” Benji says, a mock serious tone to his voice as he flips the book open, grabbing a colouring pencil and beginning to colour the giant cartoon cat that sat on the page. You exchanged a look with Luther, giggling lightly when Luther shrugs with a light roll of his eyes. Luther then reached out for the book that Benji had placed down on the middle of the table and flipped it open, finding the bookmark roughly at the halfway point.

“How many times have you read this book, huh?” Luther muses as he holds the book out towards you, watching as you hesitantly take the book and flip it over in your hands, eyes skimming over the blurb.

“A few… it’s my favourite.” You mumble, finger brushing along the back of the book before flipping it open and finding where you left off. The room falls silent, the only sounds being the turn of pages and Benji continuing to colour. Both Benji and Luther, while satisfied you were focusing on something other than staring at the door, didn’t miss how your gaze occasionally flicked to the door, hoping for your dad to come bursting through the door.

About an hour later, you had finished the book and Benji had abandoned his colouring, Ethan burst through the door and all eyes flew in the direction of the door.

“Daddy!” You exclaim happily, jumping off the chair and darting into Ethan’s arms where he smoothly caught you before you collided into his chest with too much ferocity. Benji and Luther watched the exchange as they stepped closer, muttering one of the IMF codes to Ethan and backing down with smiles when he responded appropriately, still holding you tightly. Both Benji and Luther could tell that whatever Ethan had just been through had shaken him. He was holding you tight and trying to regain control of his shuddering breaths.

You spent the rest of the day glued to Ethan’s side. When he had eased himself down on the sofa after Luther questioned him about any injuries, you got up on the sofa with him and curled into his side, resting your head on his chest, and clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Ethan, of course, was more than happy to let you cling to him needing the comfort of you in his arms as much as you did.

When the sun began to go down and it grew closer to your bedtime, Ethan quietly told you to go and get ready for bed before he would stargaze with you for a bit. As you rushed off into your room to get changed, Benji and Luther turned to Ethan.

“Ethan, is everything okay?” Benji asks softly, watching as Ethan looks at them and shakes his head lightly.

“I’ll tell you when y/n is in bed.” He mutters in response, immediately painting a smile on his face when you come back into the room, now in pyjamas and ready to go stargazing with your dad. Benji and Luther wait patiently as Ethan takes you out onto the balcony and stargazes with you for about ten minutes before taking you to your room for you to go to bed as the two men call a goodnight over to you as you head into your room. When Ethan returns, he sits down at the table and is joined by Benji and Luther who eye him carefully.

“How was it? What happened?” Luther asks, worry evident in his voice for his friend. Neither he nor Benji knew what had transpired while Ethan was gone since they had no way to communicate.

“There was this group of people, I have no idea who they were, but they were trying to cause a lot of damage. And…”

“And what Ethan?” Benji presses, wincing when Luther kicks him underneath the table. Benji hadn’t meant to sound pushy at all, he was just worried for his friend and his words came out wrong.

“There was a kid all alone… caught in the crossfire and it reminded me of y/n.” Ethan says, eyes fixed on the book you had abandoned on the table the moment he walked through the door.

“Tell us everything.” Luther softly urges as Ethan nods before launching into the story.

Chaos was surrounding Ethan. People were running left and right, screaming and shoving others aside. Ethan was doing his best to direct people to safety and find what or who they were running from. The closer he got to the cause the fewer people there were which Ethan took as a good sign. He was able to take out a couple of men who pulled their guns on him, neutralising them and getting closer to the cause.

All of a sudden, bullets started flying Ethan’s way and he was quick to dive behind cover, keeping his head low and listening out for people in the silence while the gunners were evidently reloading. As Ethan raised his head to look out for any of the armed strangers, he caught sight of a young boy, no older than ten, sat almost slap bang in the middle of everything, hands over his ears as he cowered in place.

Seeing that young boy brought back the memory of seeing you as a baby, abandoned in the middle of a shootout. Your fate left entirely up to the people in the room with you. Seeing that boy made Ethan’s jaw tense, angered that someone else potentially abandoned their own child to save their own skin.

In the seconds Ethan had, he rushed to the young boy, immediately grabbing him in his arms and pulling him back behind cover, promising the boy he wasn’t going to hurt him as he placed him down on the ground.

“You need to get out of here, kid. I can buy you time so when I tell you to, you run. Run home or wherever is safe. You got that?” Ethan instructs, ducking his head at another wave of gunfire, watching as the boy nods his head hurriedly.

“Good. Now go!” Ethan says, taking the opportunity to return fire in the direction of the unknown assailants. He was aware of the boy scrambling to his feet and booking it, but he couldn’t risk looking back so he had to trust that the boy made it somewhere safe.

“Oh wow… Ethan that’s…” Benji tries to say, trying to make sense of everything.

“You got that boy to safety. He’s safe because of you, Ethan. The same way y/n is.” Luther says softly, smiling gently at his friend who lifts his gaze to meet his.

“I just haven’t thought about that day in a while.” Ethan mutters, gaze dropping back down.

“I know it must be hard to be reminded of that day. But like Luther said, both y/n and that boy are safe because of you. You saved them both. And we all know that you won’t let anything happen to y/n.” Benji says, agreeing with Luther as Ethan nods lightly.

They were right. He had saved you all those years ago. And he was going to protect you until his dying day and beyond.

[songbyrd-writes]

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick headcanons

A/N: Gaz is a sweetie and also in my mind he has like three older sisters (you cannot change my mind.)

On Base: - He probably would forget to tell the 141 until he mentions it nonchalantly and sees Soap react surprised at the news. - Likes telling you jokes whenever you two are teamed up on a mission (only when safe to do so.) - Keeps a photo of you on his person at all times. I think he'd even go far enough to get a little locket for it :((( - He works a LOT even when not on the field so he tries to spend his free time around you; this means you can expect to have a very sleepy Gaz hang out with you. - Even if you aren't part of the taskforce, I can imagine him asking if you can be featured in photos of the group (he's always got an arm around you in the photos, maybe he's even giving you a kiss on the cheek in one.) - There is some PDA, not a lot because you know the guys are around, but there's almost never a time where he isn't holding your hand or sitting close to you. - LOVES when you wear his hat, he thinks it looks adorable on you. Off Base: - Takes you on lots of dates (his favorite types of dates are going to cute cafes, arcades, or the movies!!!) - He smokes weed, but he'd never smoke in your flat/house or around you if you don't like weed (would probably even quit if you don't like it since he doesn't smoke frequently cos his job.) - Posts lots of pics of you while ya'll are on dates, they're always candid and he always tries to secretly take them (he makes sure they're still flattering but I think he'd like candid pics of you more than posed ones.) - LOTS of PDA, he's got an arm around your waist/shoulders or he's holding your hand while ya'll are just walking down the street. - He can cook. I like to imagine he was taught by his mom or an older sister  - Sometimes when he comes home you can just tell he's exhausted and will pass out on the couch later but that won't stop him from staying up long enough to see how you're doing and how things were while he was gone. In General: - Like Price, he is a literal sweetheart. - IDK why but I feel like he probably hasn't dated a lot (even though he definitely could have) I think he's probably been more focused on the taskforce (until you come alone) so he kinda has this nervous but obviously in love energy around you (it's cute.) - He probably would give you easy to hide hickeys because he doesn't want the others to notice and comment on it at either of ya'lls expense. - Physical affection is this mans love language!!! He's not like Soap in the way that he doesn't need constant physical contact but he does love whenever he comes home to you after being deployed somewhere, and he can just hold you in his arms or shower you in kisses. - MATCHING OUTFITS!!! I can see Gaz as a guy who's a bit more interested in fashion (I could see him being really into streetwear) so he'd definitely buy clothes that match things you already own. Bonus points for matching outfits when ya'll go on dates, it makes him really happy.

[yakultii]

Well, just a normal question. I don't want to bother haha

What would be the most awkward moment you've had when traveling (in your country or abroad?

hahaha this is such a good question !! … god knows there’s probably been so many but at the same time I’m such an awkward person in general to the point that I feel no shame about almost anything and it would be awkward for the other person to feel awkward bc it’s too far gone/I tend to make other ppl feel comfortable being their weird awkward selves around me or so I’ve been told !! I’ve communicated w so many diff ppl even when there has been a total language barrier and I’ve found that laughter overcomes just about any barrier even ones u wouldn’t expect :,) …now if we are gonna speak about moments that I cringe at a little looking back it would probably be when I coulda had me a Swiss gf by now but my brain was hella lagging and I was talking ab my ex fml I SAW the shift in her facial expressions and it was over LOLOL actually it wasn’t over cos she planned for us to meet up again like 9 months later in my city cos she was about to go home earlier than expected and I was too mentally ill to get outta bed and said I was sick and I think she thought I didn’t like her again but anyway turns out she was going home early to be admitted in the mental hospital for the next yr so maybe we had too much in common anyways miss her love her she’s so pretty hope she’s doin better …OR maybe my first time in Bali I got completely scammed and stalked except I knew it was happening before it happened but I almost always travel on my own so I was like ehhh oh well rite of passage and let them take my money lmao idiot :,) also not an awkward moment but a kinda funny moment was in jakarta this random old guy was like can I have ur shoes for my daughter and I was like yeah sure (cos I was going home the next day and I had just bought a cheap kmart pair before leaving aus) and so I literally took em off my feet and gave them to him in the middle of nowhere LMAO. OMG actually I just remembered a kinda awkward situation one time at airlie beach I was also on my own.. I had no card on me cos it was on my phone on Apple Pay, my phone had died like permanently because I got sand and water in it on an island and even the charger wouldn’t bring it back to life and it was night and I had to check in to a hotel within like the next 30 mins before they shut their office (it was like a hotel connected to the owners house) which I needed my phone for google maps cos I had no idea where it was and needed to pay them also and also had my plane ticket to go home the next day digitally on my phone, also hadn’t eaten all day and couldn’t buy food it was a disaster and I was running up literal hills to find this hotel and asking random people on the street and almost in tears and out of breathe and I finally got there like 2 mins before closing time and I had to like convince the owners to let me stay there overnight and let me pay in the morning bc my phone was broken and they were kinda cranky about it and by some miracle my phone turned on at like 2% and wouldn’t charge anymore the next morning but I was up and awake super early like 5am bc I was so hungry so I thought I’d go get breakfast and then come back before I checked out and then on my way to breakfast I ran into the owner of the hotel and it looked like I was scamming them omg

omg this also made me think of on that same trip to Airlie beach I was literally walking for a few km back to my accomm one night cos it was on the outskirts of town and it was in the dark already and my phone had died (this was before it fully broke it was just flat or maybe I just had no reception I don’t remember) I suck at directions and can never retrace my steps and I was just vibing and I thought I had to walk through these rich ass houses and ppl were driving out for a night out so the gate had just opened so I walked right in… uhhh turns out it was like a lil gated community type vibe which was a dead end.. so I turn around and the gate is fully automated locked up behind me like the highest fence like 3X my height with all those spikes on top of it..like noone was around to ask to open it and it was pitch black and I was on my own I was like fuck I’m not getting out of here but luckily I’m literally a ninja and somehow managed to climb up over the fence with all the security cameras looking at me I was like omg I’m gonna be on the news it looked so suss hahahahagot stabbed a lil bit but mostly it was overruled by relief and I jogged the rest of the way home literally through the bush land bro it was a scary time AHAHA …but not as scary as when I was stuck 5kms out in open sand dunes in a thunder lightening storm or on the edge of a muddy cliff in a rainforest inside a mini bus as we had to use human balance to get one person out at a time before the bus slipped down lmao ..ok none of these were awkward but I had to think cos I don’t remember nothing ever im sure some much crazier shit has occurred idek what I’ve done in this life actually I’m starting to remember many things I have so many travel stories none rlly awkward tho that’s just not a concept for me :,)

[starrose17]

Ohhh I have such a big life decision to make and I just can't decide.

Some of you may remember I did a post about walking out of my job back in August after having a breakdown, well I did go back but working 4 rather than 5 days a week.

Mentally it's been great so far makes a big difference, but of course money wise it's a problem. Had to cancel subscriptions to stuff and find much cheaper deals for insurance, internet, phone etc etc etc, and although it is manageable i basically have no extra money for anything. No takeaways, no games, nothing that I enjoy.

I keep umming and ahhing about moving house again. Lived near London all my life then moved to Scotland for 3 years now I'm down in the westcoast but i hate where I live it's a dump full of morons and it makes me hate humanity more than i already do. And I hate it alot.

Working with the public for 11 years makes you very very bitter towards people because you only see the worst side of them and you are not allowed to react just smile and wave smile and wave and I don't like how angry it's made me as a person. I genuinely hate every person I see. Just strangers in the street, anyone, it's why I don't go anywhere I have zero social life cos I can't stand being around people.

I have a hell of alot of pent up anger, but the problem is I cannot find another job out of the hotel sector I already work in cos you need "experience" and the only experience i have is as a receptionist. Any Office skills were lost 20 years ago, so no one even looks at my CV.

So, if I'm stuck in the job I have, then at least I could make where I live better so I don't feel so angry, hence the indecision about moving.

Because where to move.

I could move further south west, to a lovely town on the beach, great beach walks in the warm, BUT, expensive housing, so difficult to find the kind of house with a large garden that I want.

Alternatively, I could move back up North again, either to the mountains in Scotland or North East England where there is another beach type town, though colder of course, but it will get snow, which I absolutely love. Same with the place in the mountains that I'm thinking of, and the houses are SO cheap up there I could almost buy two of them for the price I'd sell my current house for, so it'd be alot easier to get the type of house and garden I want. But it is very far away from my mum, who is getting on in years and what if she needs help when she gets older I don't want to abandon her.

All 3 of these places have a brand of my hotel there so I could just transfer, so no worries about not having a job to go into, but I just can't decide what to do.

Do I stay and try and make it work on 4 days? Do I move? If so where? More money if moved up North and will have snow, and a train line direct to London, but far away from mum. Or down further south, less money and less travel options, but beautiful warm beach to live on.

I just don't know what to do. I tried to look up therapy to deal with my hatred, but ironically I can't afford it, which made me even more angry.

*sigh*

Why can't I just move to a little village in the middle of no where and not have to work at all, just live off vegetables grown in my garden and somehow get free electricity and internet, that'd be great.

[quanticq]

Introducing My WHAU:

Updates will be slow and gradual since I’m still in university, but the story will be reveal through a series of drawing and texts :D

(Note: Welcome Home and characters belong to PartyCoffin / this story will be heavily reliant on HC and speculations to proceed the plot)

(Additionally I would like to say that the story itself was inspired deeply by Home Is Where You Belong by u/Bitway on AO3! @ozrockbitway work was also the first time I see the character, Dorelaine, mentioned and depicted as an important character in their story which I think is pretty cool and I want to play around with that too!)

Please check out their work!

More info under the cut!

Now that’s done, here are some breadcrumbs of the world and story that I have in mind:

(Note that some info may be subjected to change in the future)

“N” Youfu or The Caretaker is an OC that I created for this story, they use They/Them pronouns, often referred to as The Human

Puppets and Humans co-exist with each other in this universe, “N” in this context was referred to be as the only human in context to how they’re the only one in the neighborhood of Welcome Home

“Walking through the supposed lively pathway of the neighborhood, it is noticeable that everything seems to be neglected and barren. Where are the people? Empty stalls were sprawled across the streets, homes boarded up and windows long since shattered. Only then, a lone red house atop of the hill seems to beckon you close, it looks run down and deathly still. It’s floorboards has long since rotten as you stepped inside, but that’s alright, you’ll make home for it.“

Wally’s role in this story is that he is a keeper of sorts, he is tied to the Neighborhood due to mysterious circumstances.

Wally is the only resident of Welcome Home. Although, he would gives hints of the previous residents habits and personalities but won’t disclose what really happened

“N” and Wally work together to rebuilt the neighborhood in hope that it will bring people into Welcome Home, Wally would be the concept artist to grasp the foundation, while “N” does the hard labour

(since puppets are so light, im not sure if Wally is able to lift a single brick)

Lastly:

R. Dorelaine would be integral to the plot. Some parts would be split between present and past events surrounding Wally’s circumstances but do take note: he will be a morally gray character

That’s all! Thank you for reading, stay tune for more info!

(Also apologies if there’s any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language, I accept questions and critiques!)

Additional info: “N” and Wally Darling is Asexual in my story, their relationship is very Queer-Platonic

[supergito]

Fusion Revived - CH 5 (Honesty)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She struggled think about how long it’s been…surely somewhere close to a month. Vegito hasn’t stopped by a single time since what happened. He couldn’t have possibly been in her house while she was temporarily out either, doors and windows left alone aside, as her fridge and pantry have been untouched.

Her life has gone on in its usual mundane routine, but she herself has changed. It was so obvious, that other people took notice. One of them being a co-worker during her shift, the only one that she would admit to being acquaintances with. She was nice enough, and there wasn’t anything about her that she disliked personally, but she never liked letting people get too close. Vegito was the only exception, so far in her life.

“You’ve been less…cranky lately _____.” Priya leaned against the border encasing her desk, gazing down with a few folders tucked under her arm.

“I have?” She looked up from her computer screen, pausing in her typing.

“Yeah. Did something happen?”

Priya always liked to stick her nose into matters where it didn’t belong, but she could see that the brunette was genuinely concerned.

“…Does that matter? Aren’t you happy I’m less cranky?”

“I probably would be, if you didn’t seem so sad instead.”

Oh. That silenced her, and she faced her monitor, nervously fiddling with the keys in her keyboard.

“I’d rather see you walk around with that trademark mean mug of yours, than look lost. So, what happened?”

Her fingers involuntarily pressed harshly down against the keys, and she hit the backspace key to erase the mistakes.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Priya wouldn’t understand. She’d rather keep her own business private anyway.

“…Alright.” Thankfully, the office worker chose not to push her this time. She righted herself, and held out the folders in her possession.

“I have some documents here that Mr. Lant wants you to deliver to Capsule Corp. Dr. Brief needs them.”

She has to run an errand? Not preferred, but people with her position in the company did the same, and she couldn’t ignore a request from her supervisor. At least it would give her the chance to get some fresh air and stretch her legs.

“When does he want it done?”

“Preferably before tomorrow, so whenever you have the time today. You could do it right now, if you want.”

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The building of the Capsule Corporation was impossible to miss, as it was one of the largest structures in all of West City, and stood in the near middle of it. As she came to a stop on the side of the street in front, turning her hovercar off, she grabbed the folders and made sure she held them in a way where the documents wouldn’t slip out.

This wasn’t her first time making a paper delivery, but it was a first for she visiting Capsule Corp. The Brief family was very popular in the city, if not famous around the entire world, and that made her self-conscious. Dr. Brief was virtually worshipped in the scientific community for his invention of the Dynocaps and other advancements made in countless fields, while his youngest daughter Bulma Brief was gaining an unique spotlight with her own achievements.

She absolutely did not want to embarrass herself. Fortunately, her task simply required she find Dr. Brief and hand him the folders. However, the massive size of the building meant that finding him might not be a cake walk…

Once she passed through the entrance, her fear was proven to hold water. There was a front desk, but no one there at the moment. To save herself from having to wander, she prioritized finding an employee or the like who could give her directions. Walking forward, she turned down a hallway and kept on close watch for anyone else…

Footsteps started hammering down the same hall she was in, and she looked to the side to see a little boy turn the corner from an adjacent hallway. He saw her in time, and slid to a stop before running into her.

“Whoops! Sorry Miss!” He craned his head to look up at her, wild black hair sticking out in nearly every direction. It was awfully cute, like bedhead his mother didn’t bother fixing.

“It’s ok.” Why there was a child here, one she didn’t think was a part of the Brief family at that, was a mystery. Taking her chances, she figured she might as well ask him for directions.

“Uh, do you know where Dr. Brief is…? I need to give these papers to him.”

“Oooh! Yeah yeah, I know!” The boy grinned. “Follow me!”

He begun running back down the hall he came from, and with a start, the woman followed at a quickened pace so she wouldn’t lose sight of him. It wasn’t odd for children to have a lot of energy, but this boy was bursting with a surplus amount!

He led her to the center of the building, the altrium: a spacious dome filled with vegetation, a fountain, and some animals strewn about. Down near a door going out, she saw the familiar old man sitting on a bench with some contraption in pieces next to him. He was speaking to a blonde woman, his wife Panchy, and both of their heads turned when the boy ran up to them.

“Goten! What’s wrong? Did you lose Trunks?”

“Nah! This lady here wants to see you.”

“Oh?” Dr. Brief turned to face her, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “What is it?”

She breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m from Westview Offices sir, here to give you the paperwork you requested.”

“Ah! Yes, I had forgotten about that.” He stood up, and stepped towards her to grab the offered folders. As he did so, the boy – who she now knew was named Goten – tugged the pants of the blonde woman to get her attention.

“Can I have some juice? I’m thirsty.”

“Of course dear! There should be plenty left in the kitchens, for any flavor you’d like.” Panchy cooed, and the two moved to leave the dome. Either Goten actually was a family member, or he was a friend to the family at the bare minimum…considering how he apparently knew Trunks, who was Bulma Brief’s son last time she checked, the latter was probably the truth.

“Thanks for this. Would you like me to walk you to the exit?”

“…Uh, no, it’s fine. I can find it.”

Without thinking it through, she turned down his offer, as the desire to not further disturb the surely busy man was stronger than she wanting to leave as soon as possible.

“Alrightie! I hope the rest of your day is swell.”

“Thank you. S-Same to you.”

She watched him leave out of the same door Goten and Panchy went. Alone, she exhaled heavily, and wiped the sweat that beaded her forehead.

With that over with, it was time to head back to the office. However, she had to find her way out of here on her own. She was just guided here by Goten, so all she had to do was retrace her steps. Sadly, the boy did go through multiple halls and around many corners, so it was a shaky process at first.

When she turned one corner, she suddenly heard a series of loud noises. They did build machinery here, so it wasn’t the most quiet of buildings to begin with, but these sounds were too separate from the clashes and clangs of equipment. There was shouting going on alongside them, like there was someone…fighting?

Interest piqued, she put aside her mission to leave so she could locate the source of this racket. When she entered the passageway where it was the loudest, she slowly walked by each of the closed doors, until she spotted one final door at the very end of the one-way hall. On it, were the printed words “Gravity Room”, and she could detect the noises coming from behind it.

She squinted, wondering if this was some type of training room, until she heard something that had her jump.

“Are you taking this seriously, Trunks? I barely felt that punch.”

That voice! It was…Vegito’s?

It had to be, it was unmistakable.

“I am! It’s not my fault you’re way stronger than me!”

A much younger, boyish voice retorted.

“That’s no excuse. You’re still holding back, even though I told you to go all out.”

Where they actually training? Vegito seemed like a fighter so he was no surprise there, but why was he training with Bulma’s son?

Why was Vegito even here at all? There’s no way Dr. Brief and the others didn’t know he was. Her head spun.

“…-right, let’s take a break. I could go for something to eat right now anyway.”

She zoned out of the majority of their conversation, but she returned to reality in time to realize that Vegito’s voice was much closer to the door, and he was about to open it. Panicking, she swiftly backed away and ran back to the passage’s entrance so she wouldn’t be caught just standing there.

The harsh rush of air and click of the metal door opening made her flinch, and her pace slowed. She stopped entirely when she heard Trunks speak.

“Hey, who’s that?”

He was referring to her. She might as well turn around and face the music.

When she looked back, they were standing side by side. Trunks’ blue eyes were filled with confusion, but Vegito’s…she’s never seen him appear so dazed.

“_____?” He stammered, and Trunks made a noise of acknowledgement.

“That’s _____?” His head craned back so he could look up at the man as he asked, but he didn’t respond. Meanwhile, she was slammed by embarrassment. Based on what Trunks just asked, Vegito’s been talking about her for who knows how long, but was that a good or bad thing?

He continued to gape, like he was confronted by something that befuddled him. That was probably the case, however, she couldn’t stand their eye contact any longer.

She broke it, spinning around to walk away at a hurried pace. Her head was titled down, trying to make sense of the emotions spiraling inside. She was happy to see that blasted man again, but she was also angry that he avoided her for a month, and sad that she now got the impression that he wasn’t interested in seeing her again.

Above all else, a voice in the back of her mind was telling her that she shouldn’t care. Vegito annoyed the hell out of her anyway, so good riddance. Right?

They were never friends, and she never cared about him in the first place, so it didn’t matter that he cut her off…right…?

To her frustration, a stinging sensation begun at the base of her eyes, but she was stopped from wiping the water that was welling up away by someone grabbing one of her wrists.

“Wait.”

His command was nonforceful, but firm nonetheless. She did what he said, but she didn’t face him, and remained unspeaking. Although he was still wearing his trademark gloves, the fact that he was holding her made her skin down in that area feel like it was on fire.

“I need to talk to you. Alone.” He admitted, and she felt his iron grip on her wrist loosen. While she was extremely tempted to rip her arm away, and whirl around to give him a piece of her mind…she chose to not make a scene.

He waited for her to answer. She took her time mulling over what to say, before she did finally turn so he could properly see her. Whatever anger-fueled words she could’ve spoken were put out on her tongue, once she took in that stupid…sad, cute look on his face.

“I should be home by six. We can talk then.” She said, and that evidently satisfied him, as he let her go. Wasting not another second, she resumed her path out of Capsule Corp, knowing where the building’s front entrance was from here.

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He watched the woman go, and had to resist letting out a sigh. This entire situation and how foolish it was just aggravated him to no end, but he couldn’t let it go. Let her go. He hasn’t seen her in a while, but now that he has, he doesn’t want to go another month of silence again. When he made the decision to keep seeing her, he didn’t think…he would start feeling like this…

… … …

…He glanced to the side, at a door that was ajar. He could sense her ki in there…she was watching them.

“Bulma. What do you want?”

At the call of her name, the door opened fully. The blue-haired woman stood in the entrance, carrying a sour expression much like the one Vegito wore at this moment.

“Who was that?”

It was less of a question, and more of a demand for he to tell her. Bulma Brief was not a pleasant woman to be around when her mood was poor, and while both halves of Vegito were growing uneasy at the sound of her shrill voice, he himself wouldn’t allow her to get her way here.

“She is of no concern to you.” His statement was blunt and to the point, leaving no room for discussion. Not that it would discourage her.

“That was _____, wasn’t it? Trunks mentioned her to me sometime ago. How you’ve been scurrying off to see her, instead of spending time with YOUR FAMILY!”

Bulma marched up to him and screamed the last words of her sentence in his face, teeth bared and eyes burning with a blue fire. Vegito was unaffected.

“I’ve been spending time with Trunks, and Goten too. That’s good enough for me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her steely countenance faltered.

“How could you say that?! Vegito, we’re married.”

“WE aren’t. You are married to Vegeta.” He pointed out. “And Vegeta isn’t here anymore. Tough luck-”

He was interrupted by a sharp sound that pierced the air. She slapped him.

“We made an agreement that you would stay here, and be a part of this family!” Bulma’s form was shaking from rage, but as tears sprung into her eyes, she looked more distraught than anything.

“You’re right.” Her slap didn’t hurt him at all, but she doing the action itself is what truly stung. No punch or kick he’s ever taken before have come close to how deeply that struck.

“We did agree to that. I'm a part of your family and Chi Chi's by being present in Trunks' and Goten's lives. I told you that I had no interest in playing a husband role. I told Chi Chi the same. She at least wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, so that was easy. But you...”

His brow furrowed, and his hands balled into fists. A spark or two of energy jumped off of him.

“I can’t tell just what it is that you want from me Bulma. You’ve treated me like a FREAK ever since things went back to normal after Buu, but here you are, crying over how I’ve been talking to another woman. Why?”

“Why?! I want my husband back, that’s why! But you’re all that’s left of him! You have a responsibility Vegito! Can’t you see that? How could you be so heartless?!”

“Heartless?”

Now, he was getting mad. More sparks danced from his body, and for nanosecond, his eyes flashed green.

“The entire reason why Kakarot and Vegeta fused, was so this world would be saved and protected. I’ve chosen to hang around and TRY to support you all however I can. That is my purpose! But I cannot be with you romantically or even sexually, Bulma. You have to accept that.”

“I…!” Her confidence petered out. “I…this isn’t fair…!”

Tears trailed down her cheeks relentlessly, and her face was pressed into her hands. Vegito’s rage settled down, and his unconscious powering up ceased, but he didn’t move to comfort her. It’s almost been a year, but things are still as tense as ever. There was no amount of comfort he could give to make this situation better.

He wasn’t Vegeta. He wasn’t Goku. He was himself, and he would stay true to himself. He had his own pride, as a Saiyan. No matter how artificial he was.

“I know it isn’t fair, but it’s our reality now. For your sake, you should get used to it.”

He stood as still as a statue, watching her cry, before walking away. There was no more that needed to be said.

Bulma stayed where she was, muffling her sobs. Unknown to her, a purple-haired boy was peeking from around a nearby corner, quietly observing. He looked saddened, but it changed when a figurative light bulb lit up on top of his head. He put a hand to his chin, falling into deep thought…

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Her couch felt like heaven when she fell down onto it. Today was a long one, but she knew it wasn’t over yet.

She didn’t have Vegito’s phone number, if he had a phone at all that is, so she would have to wait for him to arrive. She told him the time, so if he didn’t get distracted or forget somehow, he should be here any minute. Maybe he would sense that her ki signature has stopped moving around so much, meaning that she was home-

There was a displacement of air, and Vegito materialized right before her, shattering her reverie. Having expected it though, she wasn’t startled too badly.

“Hi.” Her greeting was simple, casual. He slowly spun on his heels, giving her a sheepish look. His tail was unwound from his waist, but it thrashed about.

“Hi…”

He was more rattled than she was, the woman guessed. It amused her, but the more urgent manner at hand stopped her from laughing.

“Well, take a seat.” She gestured next to her on the couch, as she slipped her shoes off. Vegito heeded her request, and for the next couple of seconds, it was quiet. She chose to break the ice.

“So, why have you been avoiding me for a month? I assume you’ll tell me that at least.”

“…I…needed to sort out something.”

“Such as?” She looked at him from the corner of her eye, brow raised.

“… … …��� He definitely was out of his element here. He could surely fight anyone with no questions asked, but communicate about a topic that was bound to get personal? It was a battle he didn’t quite know how to take on. Vegito was hunched up, arms resting on his thighs like he was just finished running a marathon. His gaze was cast down at her carpet.

“My feelings.” He responded, but it was with so much resistance that she wondered if that was the truth. It made a pang shake her heart regardless.

“Feelings about what? If I’m worth your time or not?”

He flinched.

“Not that…not necessarily. I’ve been debating on if I should tell you more about myself.”

THIS piqued her interest. She sat up straight.

“Why? Not that I haven’t been curious about you, but why’d you take so much time mulling that over?”

“Because…” He met her eyes. “I find it difficult to be around you and keep myself at arm’s length. It was easy at first, but after that day, I realized it would be a challenge. One I’ve learned that, I don’t feel like fighting.”

The implications of that had her lungs freeze for a moment. ‘That day’ must’ve been when he took her outside to see the sun rise.

“…Go on…” He had more to say, she knew.

“What’s more, once you find out the truth about me, you might not want to see me anymore.”

This cut into her heated state, and the absurdity of it had her snort.

“I doubt that. You didn’t exactly endear yourself to me off the bat, but you don’t bother me now. Whatever you have to say, won’t change what I think of you…for the worst.”

“Hmph.” She made him smile, and that in turn made her smile. The strained atmosphere lightened.

“In that case, I’ll start off with this. I’m not human.”

“…Silly me, I thought having fangs and a tail was normal for humans.” There were other people living on this planet that took more after animals, though rumor has it they tended to stay away from booming metropolises like West City, so she wasn’t used to seeing humans with some animal characteristics. It really wasn’t a big deal, but she was unable to resist being sarcastic there.

His chuckle was like music. “As for what I am exactly…this is where things get tricky. How do I phrase this…”

She had to strain to hear it, but some nervousness did slip into his voice now.

“I’m a…fusion.”

“A what?” She parroted, having heard him but wanting him to reiterate.

“A fusion. I’m the combination of two people.”

“The hell does that mean?” She narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t understanding at all, but Vegito was prepared for that.

“This is going to sound crazy, but it’s the truth. Two men fused with a special power, and I’m the result of that.”

“…Oook…who were those two men?”

“Their names were Goku and Vegeta. They’re Saiyans-”

“Wait…Goku?”

That made her eyes widen. “I’ve heard of that name before.”

Vegito echoed her shock. “You have?”

“Yeah. He was the champion of a World Martial Art Tournament a long time ago. A lot of people talked about him for a while.”

“That’s right.” He was more upbeat now. He was not expecting for she to be familiar with Goku, that truly did make this easier.

“What was that you mentioned about him and…Vegeta? They’re Saiyans?”

“Yes. I’m not human, because they weren’t human. They were from another planet.”

“A planet where its people have fangs and tails like you…?”

“Correct.”

This was going smoothly so far, in his opinion. He’d leave all of the details regarding what the Saiyan race was like alone for now, as it wasn’t relevant. She seemed to be following along, but wrapping her head around he being a fusion was a struggle. He understood why.

“So…Goku and Vegeta. They had their own lives, right? Why did they…fuse?”

“There was a powerful threat to this planet, a year ago. He was called Majin Buu.”

That name…there was a prodding sensation against her brain, like a memory was trying to force itself forward. Nothing happened, leaving her puzzled as to why she felt she knew that name but she couldn’t remember anything relating to it.

“I don’t know a ‘Majin Buu’. If he was a danger to us all, wouldn’t have people been freaking out all over the world?”

“There’s a reason why no one remembers him, but I’ll explain that later.” Vegito snickered, and she was confused, but she let him continue.

“Goku and Vegeta tried to fight Buu, but neither of them were strong enough. Having no other options, the two of them fused to create me, as I would be strong enough. And, I was.”

“So, you saved the world?”

“Yes.”

He answered so nonchalantly, as if it deserved no praise. She was dumbstruck.

“They knew this before fusing but, the fusion is permanent. The two of them are forever stuck as me. Naturally…when their wives learned that, they didn’t take it well.”

“Their WIVES? They were married?”

It’s like she keeps getting hit by a kick in the gut, over and over again.

“They were. Each of them have children as well.”

AND CHILDREN? Wow… for them to have given up their own senses of self to form Vegito, they must have been tremendously desperate. She couldn’t imagine what it was like, to be in their shoes back then.

“How do their wives feel about you? Their kids?” She was dreading the answer to this.

“…Their wives hate me, for one.”

And, her bad feeling was right. An air of sadness covered Vegito, and she didn’t know what came over her then, but she had an impulse to reach over and grab one of his hands…so she did. Her palm moved under to press against his own, as did her fingers to his. The fire in her skin returned. It doubled, when it crossed her mind that his big-knuckled hand was giant compared to her smaller, petite one.

Vegito blinked, taking in the sight of their miniature embrace. He didn’t comment on it, but he didn’t shy away from her display of affection either. She took that as a positive.

“Goku’s wife is Chi Chi, and Vegeta’s is Bulma.”

Bulma...? So, that was why he was at Capsule Corp.

“The fact that their husbands became one person angered them. Chi Chi couldn’t stomach the thought of me being in her house, let alone taking up Goku’s role as her husband, so she banned me from ever coming back.”

Vegito’s tail sporadically quivered, as he continued staring at their hands. She grew warmer and warmer as time ticked by.

“She lets me see Goku’s youngest son at least, and even though he wasn’t too thrilled about it either in the beginning, he got used to me. The same goes for his eldest son, Gohan. Thanks to his maturity, he was more understanding of the situation.”

His expression wasn’t changing much, but she questioned the possibility of she having become more in tune with his emotions, as she could swear that the treatment he’s dealt with has weighed down upon him.

“Bulma eventually allowed me to stay with her and her family at Capsule Corp, but she couldn’t look me in the face at all for the first couple of months. Vegeta’s only son, Trunks, thought of me as some type of imposter. Once, he lashed out and told me that I stole Vegeta away from them.”

That…that was unfair. Incredibly unfair.

“These days, the hostility has died down. Trunks has more or less accepted me as someone who’ll support him, but he made it clear to me that he would never consider me as his father. Bulma started ignoring me altogether.”

He wasn’t going to talk about the argument they had hours ago...

“Life has become something odd, for us all. Things have fallen back into a special type of normalcy, where I’m in the place of Goku and Vegeta.”

“How do YOU feel, though?”

“Hn?” He was taken out of his slight trance.

“How do you feel, about everything that’s happened? How they’ve treated you? Because I’ll be honest-” She sneered.

“How they treated you like garbage for something that wasn’t your fault, with you saving their lives to top it off, really pisses me off.”

She restrained it, held it back so she wouldn’t interrupt Vegito’s story, but now it was boiling and she couldn’t hold in the steam. Trunks she could get because he was a kid, but the audacity of Chi Chi and Bulma was sickening. It wasn’t like Vegito ASKED to be born, yet they treated him like he warranted their scorn merely by existing.

“Well…” Vegito, stupefied from her words, tried to think of what to say.

“It wasn’t fun, how poorly they behaved towards me. Made me feel as if I didn’t deserve to live at times.”

“Do you think you do?” Unconsciously, her grip on his hand tightened.

“Yes, of course I want to live. I want to experience life like everyone else.” His tone picked up on strength.

“I am not JUST a fusion of Goku and Vegeta. I have my own mind and my own thoughts, and I act with my own free will. Neither of them are in control of me. Only I am. They created me with the job of protecting what was dear to them, and I plan on upholding that, but I also want to pave a path for myself.”

Vegito was disclosing such personal information to her, and so freely. She felt special. Especially because she was beyond a doubt sure that he’s never said any of this to his not-wives.

“What kind of path?”

“One where I can become stronger, at least. Someone else could arrive on the planet any day, and want to destroy it. They could be more powerful than Buu. Not only that…” He turned introspective.

“I get the feeling that there’s other strong fighters somewhere out in the universe. They could be stronger than me. It’s all purely speculation with a bit of wishful thinking on my part, but it gets my blood pumping regardless. I want to experience a good fight again, one day. I want to push my limits and see the heights I can reach.”

“Sounds like you’re keen on self-improvement.” She expressed, but there was no teasing air present in it. She was smiling, a genuine full smile. Vegito’s smirk lost much of its cockiness, exchanged for something vaguely tender.

“It's in the blood of all Saiyans to desire such. I’m no different.”

This man, this fusion, this remarkable creation of two into one sure was holding in a lot about himself. Did he have no one to talk to about this? No one he was willing to lower his guard with, and convey his emotions? What a shame. She did sympathize with him; he must have been very lonely.

No one currently around could give him a proper challenge and make him feel truly excited again either. Life was dull and bland for him right now. Or was it? She was beginning to grasp why Vegito kept visiting her so often...

“I have to ask. Do you enjoy being around me? Is that why you kept coming by a lot?”

The bravado, quick to arrive, was quick to leave as well. To her amazement, the Saiyan turned the softest shade of red.

“Uuh…you…could say that.”

Seeing an opportunity there, she shamelessly took the bait.

“Why? Haven’t I smacked you with a spoon and yelled at you a bunch of times?”

“Heheh…” Using his free hand, he scratched his cheek with a finger.

“You’re feisty. I like it…that’s all.”

This was the first time she’s ever been called feisty. Mean, aggressive, a bitch, sure. But feisty? That was new. And frankly, she was enamoured that he found her constant dour attitude appealing. She didn’t have to put on a mask around him.

“I’m happy to hear that.” There was a dopey, elated smile spreading her lips, but for once, she didn’t care. She enjoyed how much her heart was racing, how there was a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. This was a new experience for her, and she was content to bask in it.

“I enjoy being around you too. I know you like annoying me, but I find your company very…nice.”

Vegito’s blush intensified, and she was wishing she had her phone on her, but there was no way he would let her take a photo of him like this. She would have to store this moment forever in her memories.

“In fact, I was hoping…that we could spend more time together. If…that would be ok…? And if it wouldn't get in the way of your training or whatever.”

Her mouth operated on its own there, voicing what she had been contemplating deep down. Swapping with the Saiyan, she was the one intently staring at their hands now, having briefly lost some self-assurance.

Vegito’s tail swayed over to her arm, and she viewed it slowly snake around her skin to enclose it. A shiver passed through her; it was ticklish but the fur of it was indeed fluffy and soft like she surmised before.

“I would like that.”

This was the happiest she’s ever seen him be, she thinks. That innocent air paired nicely with him, but she honestly thought it was alluring whenever his arrogance started showing too. Maybe she’s felt that way all along, and that’s why it never failed to irritate her.

“So. Majin Buu. You have to fill me in on the details there; I remember you said there’s a reason why people don’t recall him?”

“Heh. Get comfortable, because this story is a doozy. For context, let me first tell you about Buu’s origins…”

[thiswasinevitableid]

for the winter prompts, #16 Indruck nsfw

16. I’m an adult film star trying to break into Hollywood and this Hallmark movie could be my big break… if my costar and I can get along

What is it with Hallmark and the woods? Most of Indrid’s shoots have taken place in studios or houses or other places with some kind of temperature control, but from the script and the schedule Ned sent him, he’ll be outdoors for much of his first “respectable” screen appearance. So he parks his car in front of Mountain Man Pizza and walks up the closed off main street, stripped of it’s Christmas decorations so they can pretend it’s late January instead of early November. 

Late Winter Love is one of two shoots Amnesty Productions is running in Kepler. The other, Dead of Night, is about a killer stalking a sleepy mountain town, and Ned kindly gave him very clear directions for making sure he ended up on the set of one and not the other. Splitting resources between romance to sell Hallmark and Lifetime and horror to sell Tubi and, occasionally, Netflix, is an odd combination that’s Amnesty’s bread and butter. 

Indrid appreciates said odd approach; it’s probably what convinced the studio to take a chance on a guy whose screen credits all have titles like Tent Pitchers, Bear Hunters Two,and Little Red Riding Shorts.

Oh no, did someone think those were indie, outdoor-set film titles?

No, nono, he heard someone mention Glory Hole Confidential. They know what they’re getting. 

As he smiles at production assistants scurrying about to ready the street for the days filming, he tucks his hand into his pocket and wraps it around his fidget cube, reminding himself that he’s watched every rom-com Amnesty put out in the last three years and he knows he can do this. 

“Indrid! There you are, dear boy.” Ned, the director, appears with remarkable silence for such a large man from around a trailer, “I trust you found accommodations and such without issue?”

“Yes, thank you. Bit of a coincidence, there being an Amnesty Lodge where we’re filming.”

“Not in the least; Amnesty is where our studio took it’s name from. The founders did all their brainstorming and writing there and shot their first film right here in Kepler. Mama, who runs the Lodge, was our first ever final girl. In fact, if you look just there…”

Indrid lets Ned talk as he leads him through the roped off chunks of the street forming the set, immensely grateful that the older man is clearly trying to put him at ease. As Ned is showing him the make-up trailer, a man with bright green eyes and a deep green bomber jacket steps from it. 

Indrid knows him instantly: Duck Newton, the most handsome, most engaging part of Indrid’s deep dive into Amnesty’s videography. 

Duck is playing Drew, a carpenter in the sleepy mountain town that Ryan, Indrid’s artsy, trust-fund laden character arrives in. Being attracted to him will be the easiest part of Indrid’s job. 

He raises his hand in a little wave as Duck looks up from his phone. A round face goes through a dozen emotions before landing on a small smile and an awkward, stiff wave in return. Indrid tries not to read into it; after all, his porn never went mainstream. The odds of lots of people on set, let alone his co-star, having seen it are incredibly low.

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Emperor Moth is his fucking co-star. Emperor Moth, the guy Duck has jerked off to at least once a week for years, is apparently the exact same person as Indrid Cold, who Duck has promised to help feel comfortable on his first movie set. 

What the fuck is Duck supposed to do?  

His mind supplies his favorite scene from Bar Room Brat in reply and he shakes his head like that will somehow bang all those memories from his brain and send them out his ears. The guy is probably nervous, Duck knows he was the first time he stepped on a real film set, and Duck wants to help him out, wants him to feel comfy and safe and maybe stay on as part of Amnesty. He’s betting saying “hey, I love your movies” isn’t as welcoming when it means “I’ve seen your dick and know exactly how many piercings you have.”

Joe always says that, while Hallmark doesn’t show it’s actors fucking, he wants his characters to at least seem like they want to. Duck likes to think he walks that line, but what if having Indrid next to him makes him come off as slavering instead of charming? What if he makes him uncomfortable?

He slumps against a brick  wall under the sign for Dave’s Dehumidifiers and takes a deep breath. He’s a professional. Indrid is too. They can just do their scenes and chit chat between them, and no one has to be the wiser that Duck thinks Indrid makes the cutest noises on earth when he cums. 

Rain patters on the pavement and he makes tracks to the Lodge cafe, finding a solo table to read through his script. He’s glad Ned–and, to a lesser extent, Joe–cast him in this one; he knows Late Winter Love is written to fill Hallmarks programming gaps between Christmas and Valentine’s day, but he likes the idea of a love story that takes place after all the bright lights and whimsy of the holidays are past. Yeah, kissing under mistletoe or out in the snow on Christmas Eve is romantic, but so is finding someone who’ll stay by your side when it’s grey and slushy and summer is a thousand years away. Someone who thinks all the presents in the world can’t compare to one rainy afternoon with you. 

His phone dings with a text. It’s a photo from Aubrey, who’s over doing special effects for Dead of Night. It seems Dr. Harris Bonkers, her fifteen pound rabbit, got into the fake blood again. As he’s teasing her that she better shampoo the bloodthirsty monster before Joe finds out, the door dings and Indrid walks into the Lodge. 

Off camera, he favors red-tinted glasses and keeps his silvery hair half-up, making him look even more like someone mashed the one a.m fantasies of a dozen, horny goths and weirdos into one body and set him loose to roam the night. 

Indrid flashes him a smile and he manages one back. As soon as the taller man turns to order, Duck stands, not quite ready to make an ass of himself in front of his co-star, and heads for the door, grateful the whole way that he can’t get a noticeable hard-on. He doesn’t need that embarrassment and neither, for that matter, does Indrid. 

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“Don’t play this too flirtatious just yet. You’re feeling each other out, but neither of you is seeing the other correctly.” Ned hops into his chair, “action.”

“Well, well, back already, city boy?” Duck leans against the wall of the hardware store. 

Indrid turns, arms crossed, and glares at him, “I don’t have to buy anything here, you know.”

“That you don’t. But if you know another place to get the gear to fix busted front door hinges, a stuck window, and a draft that’d kill a polar bear, you better tell me so I can scope out the competition.”

He raises his eyebrows, “How did you know that’s what was wrong? Were you spying on me?” Before Duck can answer he stalks forward, “look, if you think you can pull some kind of, of Deliverance thing on me-”

“Whoah, whoah, hang on.” Duck is bright pink, “I, uh, I was just, I used to live there, uh, uh, fuck” he spits out the last word, “sorry Ned.”

“No harm done, let’s take it again.”

They get the scene in four takes. And so begins a pattern of Duck continually missing lines or coming across as stiff or awkward during their scenes. They always get it in the end, but Indrid’s been in  orgies that were more efficient. 

When he combines this with the fact that Duck is polite but evasive with him off-camera and constantly leaves when Indrid arrives in a space, there’s one, obvious conclusion: Duck’s figured out who he is and his previous line of work. If he wants to be weird about it, fine, that’s his choice, but Indrid worries the awkwardness will be unavoidable in the final take and make them both look bad. At which point he can count his film career as a dead fish in the pond of his dreams. 

It’s time he and Duck have a little chat. 

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Duck’s reading his Best Science and Nature Writing compendium when there’s a knock. Opening the door reveals Indrid, whose smile is tight as he says, “May I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, sure.”

He catches a whiff of vanilla as Indrid slips past him, closes the door just as the taller man whirls on him, mouth set in a line. 

“I want you to know that I am not ashamed of my past work. Whatever fears you have or, or ideas you have about it or me are yours to deal with, so please stop fumbling through your lines because you can’t handle talking with someone who’s had sex for money.”

Indrid’s hands, which usually conduct a symphony as he speaks, are jammed in his pockets, and Duck gets the feeling he’s rehearsed this. He also feels like a dick. 

“I, uh, I do know that you’re, uh, you’re Emperor Moth. I actually watch your stuff.”

“Lovely, you’ll get off to me but-”

“Lemme finish. I really, really like your, uh, your other work. Which is why I’ve been so goddamn weird. I didn’t wanna come across as this drooling fanboy who wants you to know he’s seen you gettin’ fucked. You’re my co-star. I, I wanted to make sure you were comfortable and I guess I didn’t pull it off the way I was hoping.” He scratches the back of his neck as Indrid’s hands slip from his pockets and cross his chest. 

“No, you most certainly did not.” He looks at the zig-zags on the carpet, “All the same, I apologize for assuming the worst.”

Duck shrugs, “Guessin’ you’ve had folks be weird about it before.”

“And then some. I, ah, I’ll let you get back to your book.”

He sets a gently hand on Indrid’s shoulder, “How about we get dinner instead? My treat. Feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and since you’re kickin’ ass on set so far, don’t think this’ll be the last time we work together.”

“I’d like that.” Indrid falls into step beside him as they head to the cafe. They give Billy their order and sit in the corner booth, Indrid tracing shapes in the condensation on his water glass. 

“So, uh, how’d you end up auditioning for Amnesty?”

“A friend of mine, Barclay, got cast in the horror side of things. Not Dead of Night; The Woodsman. He’s playing the killer.”

“Damn, that’s a score. That’s gonna be the second, no, third Amnesty one to get a theatrical release.”

“He’s overjoyed.” Indrid smiles, genuine and shy, “and he’s a good friend; he didn’t have to put me in touch with Ned and the casting team, but here we are. As for why I actually tried for it, I want to make them jump to movies. It’s not that I hate what I do, but I like acting much more and I figured the worst they could do was turn me down. Plus this script didn’t make me gag or roll my eyes out of my skull.”

“I hear you.”

“How’d you end up with Amnesty?”

“Had a bit-part as a ranger in Blood Cabin and both Joe and Ned encouraged me to read for more parts. Lucky they did; I like doin’ romcoms, but there ain’t a lot of studios that see me as the romantic lead type. Comic relief if I’m lucky, background dude if I’m not.”

“Which only confirms those studios are run by people with no taste.” The waitress sets their drinks on the table and Indrid dumps sugar into his tea, “I like A Cowboy for Christmas. You wear a Stetson and boots well.”

His smile is turning flirtatious, which is ten times more distracting than when he does it on camera. Duck’s not going to think about anything else for the rest of the night. 

“Thanks. Joe keeps pushing to see if Hallmark will take a movie called A Werewolf for Christmas. Or if they’ll take an actual, decent Halloween rom-com.”

“Now there’s something I’d watch of my own volition.” Indrid rests his elbow on the table and his face in his palm, “out of curiosity, what were you reading?”

“Essay about how carnivorous plants might be able to count.”

Indrid leans a little closer, and Duck realizes he wants him to continue. So he chats about plants until dinner arrives, and which point they switch to debating what genre is hardest to make porn of. And by the time they’re walking back to their rooms, Indrid is sticking close enough to him that his goodnight consists of bumping, cat-like, into Duck’s shoulder and murmuring, “See you tomorrow.”

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“You know, I told you my favorite film of yours. But you never told me your favorite of my work. That hardly seems fair.” 

The bag of chips crunches between Duck’s hands and Indrid cackles, laying back in the rare burst of sunshine they’re sitting in to eat lunch. 

“It’s alright, you don’t actually have to tell me. I was simply curious as to what you would do.”

“Jerk.” Duck playfully whacks his knee. The best part of them clearing the air has been the ease with which they can talk, how they can joke, how Indrid feels like he’s flirting with his high school crush all over again. 

“Were the Doritos damaged in your alarm?”

“Nah. And, uh, it was Silverlocks and the Three Bears.”

“Mmm, that one was a very nice shoot. Though it’s seldom where people know me from.”

“I watched it the first time because you were in it and there was a trans guy bein a dom, which still feels fuckin impossible to find some days. But I like to re-watch it because…I dunno, it’s so playful? You seem like you’re havin fun.”

“Oh I was.” Indrid stretches out in the sun, relishing the image of Duck on his couch on splayed on his bed, fucking himself with a toy or rubbing his dick with his fingers all because he likes how Indrid looks smiling and on his knees. 

“You know I had a guy dump me because I ‘didn’t take sex seriously? All I did was laugh a lot, and I, I really can’t handle certain kinds of dirty talk. Even if I think it’s hot, if it sounds corny I can’t help it. I crack up.”

“Goodness. That hardly sounds like a dumpable offense. Then again, if my work proves anything, it’s that what turns people on, and off, is incredibly diverse.”

Duck’s smile still seems a bit glum as he asks, “You have a favorite of the ones you made?”

“Not really, though I’m partial to the Bear Hunter series.” He winks Duck’s way, “I like the subject matter.”

Before he can say that he thinks Duck is the best bear to ever cross his path, Ned is calling for them. He’ll just have to wait to show Duck how lucky someone would be to have him.

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Wrap days don’t mean much at Amnesty; most of the cast and crew return for multiple shoots a year and keep in touch with each other, so the bittersweetness is reserved for fact they all have to drive back into the city instead of staying out here in the woods.

Ned’s all but confirmed that they’ll cast Indrid opposite him again. Which is good, because they shot their final kiss scene this morning and Duck’s lips are still burning for another. What’s strange is that he hasn’t seen Indrid since they finished the shoot; he can’t have left, he promised Duck he’d see him at the wrap party. 

He unlocks his hotel room and sees the silver hair on his pillow before he even turns on the light.

“Well now, seems like someone’s been sleeping in my bed.”

There’s a snicker and Indrid disappears further under the covers.

He pulls off his shoes, “If he ate my leftovers I’m gonna be pissed.”

“In my defense, they were delicious.” Says a voice muffled by the red-checkered bedspread. 

Duck steps to the edge of the bed, grabs a corner of the covers, and flips them open. 

“Oh no” Indrid, wearing only some tight boxer briefs and a smile, throws a hand over his head, “I’ve been found by a bear.”

“Pfft, teddy bear maybe. I…are those fuckin bear-patterned boxers?”

“Yes. I bought some for a shoot but they’re a very nice texture so I bought more. And I, ah” a blush slides up his chest, though Duck’s gaze stops to admire the silver bars in his nipples, “I thought about being naked when you came in but I didn’t want to presume.”

“Awful thoughtful for a fella who broke in.” Duck crawls onto the bed, “or did someone let you in?”

“I picked the lock.”

“All that trouble just to surprise me? Ain’t you a sweet thing.”

Indrid whines adorably and hides his face in his arm. 

Duck chuckles, “You’ve done porn for years and it’s sweet talk that makes you blush?”

“Yes. Especially when you do it. I love your voice.” Indrid’s breath catches as Duck fiddles with the band of his underwear. 

“Tell me what you want, sugar.”

“You. I want you, I’ve wanted you for weeks and I, we, we don’t have to do anything wild or kinky, just because I do it at work doesn’t mean I need it now, we can just do what you feel comfortable if that’s…what…oh.” Indrid hums happily as Duck kisses him, and when his tongue slips into Duck’s mouth he can feel the piercing. 

“I asked what you want ,sugar.” Duck straddles him, stroking his hair as they kiss and snickers when Indrid’s hands instantly grope his ass.

“Will you tie me up with something? I, I’ve been dreaming about being at your mercy.”

“I can do that.” Duck hops up, searching the room as he sheds his clothes. He settles on using the tie from the complimentary robe instead of his leather belt. When he climbs back into bed, Indrid growls softly and grabs his waist, kissing his belly and pawing his ass and thighs.

“Sugar, if you want me to tie you up you gotta give me your hands.”

“Ugggggghfine.” Indrid puts his hands above his head but keeps his face pressed against Duck. This makes tying his wrists tricky, but Duck doesn’t mind at all. 

“You want me to drive?” 

“For tonight, yes. But know I don’t come by my reputation as a bear tamer lightly; I fully intend you have you tied in all sorts of lovely rope and then fuck every hole you’ll let me.”

“Christ.” Duck straddles his chest, “yeah, yeah let’s do that soon as we’re back in the city. But for now….know you already had dinner courtesy of my fridge. So open up for dessert.”

Indrid “mmphs” as Duck lowers onto his face, and a welcoming mouth and clever tongue set to work on his dick. For a moment, all his insecurities rear up and he wonders if he could ever compare to someone who does this for a living. Then Indrid is moaning and squirming beneath him, and he forgets why he was so worried. 

Bound hands sneak towards his thigh, so he grabs them and pins them to the pillow while his other hand tangles in silver hair, “Uh uh, focus on what I told you.”

There’s a whine and he tugs on Indrid’s hair, grinding against his face, “That ain’t negotiable. Make me cum and, and then we’ll talk oh, ohfuck.” He tightens his grip as Indrid doubles his efforts, losing himself in the eager attention of his mouth and the muffled squeaks and moans as he treats him like a toy. 

His orgasm hits him out of nowhere and remarkably fast. Whether that’s due to the weeks of pent up desire, Indrid’s skill, or some kind of sex magic, he’s not sure, but as he slumps and crawls off his partner, he’s hit with a brilliant idea. 

“AH!Ahhhhhhn Duck please.” Indrid thrashes as Duck strokes his dick. When he tugs one of the nipple piercings, Indrid yelps and moans and fuck does it sound even better in person. 

“Always wondered if that was fun.” He tugs again, “Turns out it is.”

“Ohhhhhgod. A, again, more” Indrid bites his lip as Duck tugs harder. He thought, if he ever get this chance, the hottest thing about this would be Emperor Moth coming apart under him. 

Turns out it’s much hotter to have Indrid, his Indrid, twisting and begging to cum. 

“Okay sugar, since you asked so sweet and look so goddamn cute.” He strokes hard and fast, bending down to tug the silver bar with his teeth, and then cum is spilling down his hands. 

He pants, wiping his hand on Indrid’s discarded underwear. Even in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Indrid turns and wiggles into Duck’s arms, humming happily and peppering his shoulders and chest with kisses. 

“You okay there?”

“I’m wonderful. As are you. So very wonderful.” Indrid cuddles closer, holding him tight, “mmmm, you’re right, you really are a teddy bear. So perfect to hold.”

“Be your teddy bear any time, darlin.” Duck fumbles with the blankets, pulling them up to cover them from the draft coming under the door. 

“Have dinner with me Friday?”

Duck brushes silver hair out of the way to meet Indrid’s eyes, “I can’t fuckin wait.”

[verytalented]

What would Got7 do pt.2

1 2 3 4 A/N: This is part two of this request (I never wrote angst so beware) If you would like to request anything here is my Master List, and Ask List

Request- How would they react to their S/O catching them cheating? (I switch it up a little to how would got7 react to you cheating on them hopefully you don't mind)

JB - Jb was casually walking down the street to his favorite cafe, which you two seemed to love. He had previously gotten flowers early that day because he want to give them to you after work. He soon walked up to the cafe. Only to see you through the window holding hands with another person. You two were kissing. Jb felt frozen from the sight. His breathing started to shake. You and Jb made eye contact. Your eyes widen. Jb soon walked away from the sight with you following behind him. You pulled him by his wrist. “wait!?-” you let out. "It's not what looks like". His eyes widen "it's not what it looks like?" The flowers in his hands drop to the ground. “No need to explain I've seen enough.” there was a sudden pause. Jb looked you in your eyes with hate. “We’re done”. He spat out. His back turned on you and he continued to walk. You fell to your knees in regret.

Mark- Mark wipes the sweat off his forehead. He was getting hot from making all this coffee. He soon heard the bell of the front door go off. He turned around only to see you holding a guy's arm. The same way you would hold him. The sight that mark was seeing made him want to burst out in anger and sadness. He decided to hold in his emotions. He put on a fake smile. "how may I help you two today?" he replied. The guy then answered mark. Mark took the man's order. "I can't" he whispered. Mark turned around with his back facing the both of you. Mark couldn't take it anymore. Mark then took off his apron and then walked out of the coffee shop. He could slowly hear his co-workers calling his name. He didn't care. The way you looked at him made him think. All the times the two of you were together. Now everything felt like a waste of time. And to think that he was in love with you. You saw Mark leave out of the coffee shop in a rush. "what's up with him?" You Boyfriend ask you. "I don't know" you shrug your shoulders. And you knew why he left. But why didn't you feel guilty?

Yugyeom- Yugyeom was currently hanging out with Jackson and bambam. The boys had pushed Yugyeom out of the house because he hasn't been hanging out with them in a little bit. So the boys went out to the bar. Jackson and bambam want to go out to the club but the bar works too. The three of them finally made it to the bar sitting down for something to drink. Yugyeom wanted to be with you but you told him that you were hanging out with your girl friends. Of course, he wouldn't mind, but something in the back of his mind told him another story. Yugyeom decided to stop thinking about it and continued to drink more and more. "Dude slow down on the drinking," Bambam said while grabbing the glass out of Yugyeom's hands. "Hey, is that Y/N?" Jackson said. Yugyeom turned around out of curiosity and saw you giving a guy a lap dance and your friends cheering you on. He couldn't believe his eyes. He began to get up stumbling on his feet a little. Before he knew it he was grabbing your wrist and pulling you off the guy. "Y/N I can't believe you!" he shouted causing the bounces to tell you guys to leave the bar. "It's not what it looks like" you replied... Yugyeom chuckled and look back at you in your eyes. You could see a hint of sadness but anger was washed over his face. "Where done" he let go of your hand and walked out of the bar with Jackson and BamBam.

BamBam-"Happy birthday to you~" Everyone sings to bambam. Bambam would be happy right now but he didn't see you. "blow out the candles," someone in the crowd said. He blows out the candles. after the crowd went around asking how everyone was. It was loud and he was still clueless as to where you were. "Hey, Jackson have you seen Y/N?" Bambam said. "Yeah, I saw her go into the bathroom in rush". Jackson said then went back to drinking from his solo red cup. "in a rush why would she be in a rush" Bambam soon bambam made his way to the bathroom. Loud music was now quieter than before near where the bathroom was. Bambam then knock on the bathroom door waiting for a response. He heard you but then he heard someone else. At first, he didn't think anything of it until he heard you moaning. "You got to be fucking kidding me." he knock on the door again. "Y/N! open the door," he yells banging on the door. after banging on the door for a while he finally got the door open with you all over some guy he has never met. "Are you fucking kidding me Y/N". He yelled. "It's my fucking birthday!" You push the guy away nd look at bambam in surprise. "It wasn't supposed to be like this... I was going to tell you." ... "get out..." He said lowly but you couldn't hear him. "I said get out!" you rush past him as people recorded the whole thing. "Can't believe she would do this to me."... "I'm sorry I didn't know she was dating you"... "Just get out of my house."

Jackson- Jackson has been very busy lately and he wanted to spend time with you. So he planned to go to the movies with you, but you said you were busy. Jackson didn't want to waste the tickets he got so he went with Jinyoung. The two of them made it there and they were both going to see a horror movie. "Hey, I'm sorry Y/N couldn't make it." Jinyoung said while patting Jackson's back. "it's fine At least I'm not wasting my money." Both of them came to the show early so the ads were playing and the room still had good lighting. As jinyoung was talking to Jackson, Jackson noticed something. It was you he didn't know to react first. "Hey is that Y/N or am I going crazy," Jackson asked. Jinyound turned around with widened eyes. And not only that you are with someone else. "I can't believe her," jinyoung said.

Youngjae- After a long shift at work Youngjae was on his ride home. . As he pulled up he saw another car parked there in the driveway. "who is that" He wondered. "it must be one of her friends." It was dark so he didn't notice the color. He parked the car in made his way to the house. When he walked in it was dark, and he soon turned the lights on. He heard a slight commotion coming from upstairs. "Hey Y/N I'm home!" he yelled. He waited for a reply but didn't hear anyone. Usually, you would say something to him but you didn't maybe you were busy. He went to the bedroom to see if you were in there. He open the door to the room both of you shared. His face soon twisted to anger when he saw the two of you. Cloths skirted across the room and it smells of sex lingered in the air."Y/N!" Youngjae yelled. The man soon got off of you and was in a hurry. You soon covered yourself up. "it's not what it looks like!" You said. Youngjae frowned "Get out of my house."

Jinyoung- The day was perfect well almost perfect he wasn't spending it with you. He walked with his friends into the amusement park the two of you were supposed to be coming here. But you said that you were taking care of a friend, because they got sick or something. JinYoung got on a couple rides before it got dark, and he soon made his way over to a bridge to get some peace and quiet. Until he saw you with another person kissing while holding hands. He could believe his eyes. Tears started to build up in his eyes as he look at the two of you. It was supposed to be the two of you. "I can't believe you Y/N," jinyoung said in a shaky voice. Your eyes widen as you stared at jinyoung, You didn't know what to say. "Who is he?" The guy asked. "I was her boyfriend but we're done now," JInyoung said. You watch him walk away not knowing how to react.

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Day 10

So i talked to my therapist and another Vietnamese person at the cultural meet up a couple days ago about the abortion horror movie-- they havn't seen it, but it sounds like its less about the topic of abortion and more about the Vietnamese culture and different religious view points around death, killing things, and karma. interesting ! anyway, I cried in therapy and then bought myself some yanyans and soju on the walk home. so fun to get a lil treat! like i felt good when i left, did some good thought exercises, or visualization therapy, whatever you wanna call it, but as i walked through the privately owned waterfront development that I had watched the sunset in the night before, back across the bridge to my side of the canal I was rly like 'holy shit fuck this world.' In NY i work in the building associated with Domino Park in Williamsburg, part of my salary is funded directly by the developers. This is a job I wouldn't be able to have in my own neighborhood, because if i was taking payment from the developers causing displacement in my own neighborhood, i think a lot of the people i advocate and organize with would stop fucking with me or taking me seriously. I feel pretty bad about it, like why is it okay I work a job in Williamsburg, where i dont live, that I would never work in my hometown of Flushing? That is to say that making me go to therapy in the private waterfront mega development is like a cruel joke. like, the first thing i clocked when I came here was these six huge towers on the other side of the canal, and now u send me to cry about my feelings there?? maybe i'm a little too sensitive to the impacts of luxury waterfront development, because as you may be able to tell, advocacy around displacement and waterfront development actually consumes all my free time. also btw, the therapist confirmed the waterfront access is privately owned, as I assumed. Every time i cross over the canal it takes all my energy to not climb down this ladder under the bridge. I need to keep reminding myself i am a stranger in a strange land and should probs not trespass. but if i were in my own neighborhood, i wouldn't think twice.

the motorbike food tour tonight was fun. in my art practice i give a lot of tours, but always forget i'm a tour guide, until i tell someone about what I do and they're like "so you're a tour guide?" Me and my student tour guide vibed about the pains of touring people around. it was a fun experience, and funny to see how him and his other tour guide co-workers kinda just circle around each other with diff tourists throughout the evening-- all the tours start at the same time and go to the same places. he said they go to the same places every night, he's been eating the same food with tourist 3-4 times a week every week for 3 months since hes had this job. if i were a local i would probably find this method of touring incredibly annoying. He took me to the Thích Quảng Đức statue commemorating the monk that burned alive in the street advocating for religious freedom. He noted that the photos of the event that were distributed globally in the 1960's edit out the gas canister because it makes it look more profound and like he acted alone. You can see the bad 1960's photoshop blur in the left side of the image under the car tier. super interesting note on propaganda. Im glad I didn't come here without a guide, i would not have known that. I asked if this act of protest was effective, and if it worked to get what the Buddhist community wanted-- he said it got global eyes on the issue due to the distribution of the images. I mentioned to him that an american guy burned himself alive on the supreme court steps because of climate change last year, he was very surprised that there was basically no media coverage of that and he had not heard about it.

The tour groups kept circling around one another when we arrived at a public housing complex. we were basically walking through the projects taking photos, like honestly not a nice thing to be making a spectacle out of the people living in public housing projects. all these tour groups climbed 2-3 flights of stairs and walk around these peoples front doors, it happens every night. super obnoxious tbh. perhaps regrettably, I couldn't help but snap some pics, the lanterns were still up from the tet holiday, and the lighting was just right. These types of developments are what the book im reading is about, titled "building socialism: the afterlife of east german architecture in urban vietnam". I shared a photo of the cover before, these buildings look almost identical.

He pointed out the water tower and then we left.

[freenewsreport]

Vogue Williams: The Journey of Style, Sass, and Success!

Who doesn't know Vogue Williams? A TV presenter, model, DJ, and all-around fashion icon, Vogue Williams is a name that instantly rings a bell in the entertainment industry. With her captivating personality, stunning style, and undeniable charm, she’s become a household name. But what makes Vogue tick? How did she skyrocket to fame, and what keeps her thriving in the fast-paced world of fashion and media? In this article, we'll explore the life and career of Vogue Williams, while sprinkling in some idiomatic expressions, transitional phrases, and yes— a few exclamations to keep things lively! From her humble beginnings to her meteoric rise to stardom, we'll take a closer look at how Vogue became the fabulous force she is today.

Early Life and Background

Vogue Williams was born on October 2, 1985, in Dublin, Ireland. She hails from a large and close-knit family. Growing up, Vogue always had an eye for fashion and a flair for performance, but who could have guessed she'd reach such dazzling heights? The road to success wasn't without its bumps, but Vogue's determination and passion for her craft made all the difference.

From a young age, she was no stranger to the hustle and bustle of life. Vogue knew the value of hard work, which led her to pursue a degree in construction design before finding her true calling in the world of entertainment. Talk about a twist in the tale, right?

A Shining Star in Television

Vogue first caught the public's eye on the Irish reality TV show "Fade Street" in 2010. This was her first step into the spotlight, and boy, did she seize it! The show followed the lives of four women living in Dublin, and Vogue quickly became a fan favorite with her down-to-earth attitude and infectious energy.

But did she stop there? Absolutely not! Vogue took part in several other TV shows, including "Dancing with the Stars" and "Bear Grylls: Mission Survive," where she showcased her adventurous spirit and fearlessness. Who knew she had such a knack for thrilling challenges?

The Fashion Maven We Love

Vogue Williams and fashion? They're practically synonymous. Vogue's impeccable style has been turning heads for years, making her a go-to source of inspiration for women worldwide. Whether she's walking the red carpet or heading to the gym, Vogue never fails to look effortlessly chic.

But what’s her secret? Vogue often mixes high-end pieces with more affordable options, proving that looking fabulous doesn’t have to break the bank. It’s this relatable and approachable attitude that keeps fans coming back for more. If you’re ever in need of a wardrobe revamp, you might want to take a page out of Vogue’s book!

Vogue Williams: The DJ Life

Believe it or not, Vogue isn’t just a fashion icon and TV personality; she’s also a talented DJ! Over the years, she’s played at major clubs and festivals, earning herself a solid reputation in the music scene. Who says you can’t do it all?

With a love for house music, Vogue’s DJ sets are energetic and electric, just like her personality. Her passion for music shines through every beat, making her performances unforgettable. It’s no wonder she’s become such a sought-after DJ in the UK and Ireland!

Vogue’s Role as a Mother

Aside from her career, Vogue is also a proud mother of three. Balancing motherhood and a demanding career is no small feat, but Vogue makes it look easy! Her Instagram is often filled with adorable snaps of her kids, giving fans a peek into her family life.

Does Vogue ever take a break? Rarely! Even while being a full-time mom, she continues to work on her career and passion projects. It’s safe to say Vogue Williams knows how to juggle it all with grace.

The Podcast Queen

In recent years, Vogue has added another title to her already impressive resume: podcast host. Along with her husband, Spencer Matthews, Vogue co-hosts the popular podcast "Spencer & Vogue," where the couple candidly discusses everything from parenting to pop culture.

Their chemistry is undeniable, and their banter is downright hilarious! If you're ever in need of a good laugh or some relatable life advice, this podcast is a must-listen.

Vogue’s Fitness Journey

Of course, we can’t talk about Vogue Williams without mentioning her love for fitness. Vogue is passionate about staying fit and healthy, and she often shares workout tips with her fans. From strength training to yoga, she’s a firm believer in the importance of physical and mental well-being.

Her dedication to fitness has even led to the release of her own workout plans, helping countless people achieve their health goals. If you’re looking for some workout inspiration, Vogue has you covered.

What’s Next for Vogue Williams?

With her hands full juggling a successful career, motherhood, and everything in between, what could possibly be next for Vogue Williams? Well, knowing her, there’s no telling! Whether it’s launching a new fashion line, hosting more TV shows, or continuing to inspire through her podcast and fitness journey, one thing’s for sure: Vogue Williams is just getting started.

Conclusion

In a world that’s constantly evolving, Vogue Williams remains a beacon of inspiration, showing us that with a little bit of hard work, some serious style, and a whole lot of passion, you can truly have it all. Whether she’s gracing our screens, spinning records, or simply being a mom, Vogue’s ability to balance her many roles is nothing short of amazing.

Her journey from a reality TV star to a multi-faceted media personality is proof that no dream is too big. So, what's stopping you from chasing your dreams? If Vogue can conquer it all, maybe you can too!

[riverdamien]

December/January Peniel

  DECEMBER, 2023/January, 2024

30th Anniversary Year

Temenos

CATHOLIC WORKER

PENIEL

“Where Jacob Wrestled with

God!”

Journal of An Alien Street Priest:

Shores of A New Year!

As I stand on the shores of the Pacific, and look out into eternity I am reminded that all of us stand of the shores of a New Year. And I think of one who walks with us, St. Damien of Molokai, the Leper Priest!

St. Damien walked the shores of Molokai, remembering those with leprosy that he worked with, the past and present. Remembering his own call to these shores as a young boy.

As St. Damien looks out into the ocean he sees a thunderstorm forming and in his mind he wonders in his tiredness and doubt:

“I left the security of a sure ministry, of being provided for, and have wandered the shores into a ministry of uncertainty, anger, and danger of illness and physical harm” and as the wave roll in, ‘and have cast my heart into the wounded skies.”

Damien was a man of the morning fog, and of the late night blackness, a wake with ones’ in pain. Damien was the man who celebrates the Sacraments for all, seeing all as children of God. Damien was the man, who becomes afflicted with leprosy and in his suffering bears witness to his fellow brothers and sisters of how to die, with his hope in the resurrection.

Day in, day out, every time I walk outside my door, I see the “leper’s” of our society; people walk by as if they do not exist; I saw one well dressed drunk urinating on a sleeping homeless person; Sophia is 40 years old dying from cancer in a corner of an ally in dirty blankets; Sean gave up trying to get in a program of housing-there were five hundred ahead of him, many had been waiting for months. These are the “lepers” our society. Our mission is to walk with each one day after day, to listen, to provide comfort, and simply be present. We feed them, give them socks, provide rooms in a SRO when they are in need, visit them in jail, visit in the hospital, provide the Sacraments, and pastoral counseling. It is one by one, each day!

As we enter the coming year join me in the “morning fog”, and “the late night blackness” following the example of St. Damien, and of Jesus and in doing so “Our arms will become the love of God around our brothers and sisters” (Dorothy Day). Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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In these four photos one can see the faces of our people and of my co-worker and me, two who live and survive on the street; the commandment of Jesus: “Do unto others as you would have done it unto me,” is a great equalizer, for it calls us to provide for others as we would like it “done unto us.” We meet others where they are without judgment, and questioning. Temenos Catholic Worker in your name meets Jerry, Sam, Paul and Susan listening, feeding, and most of all caring for them. We are not numbers, but their friend! So journey with me and our four friends, and many others on the streets, “The street transforms every ordinary day into a series of quick questions and every incorrect answer is a beat down, shooting or pregnancy. (Ta-Nehis:Contes).

We invite you to join us on the street this coming year.

We need food, socks, money for hotel rooms for the ill to recover, meds, and a variety of other needs, including administrative expenses. Our total budget is $325.000. which  seems cheap compared to other non-profits. So join us in our Sacramental ministry of presence. Join us in caring for those who have very little access to regular services. Join us in being Christ! Peter Maurin, co-founder of the Catholic Word said:

“The Sermon on the Mount will be called practical when Christians make up their mindsl to practice it.”

I invite all of us to practice  the Sermon on the Mount this Christmas and New Year!

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Temenos Catholic Worker

Fr.  River Damien Sims,sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www.temenos.org

(pay pal)

Copies of 2024 Budget and Tax Receipts for 2083 Aailable on Request).

----------------------------------------------------------My faith is held together by wonder—by every defiant commitment to presence and paying attention.

—Cole Arthur Riley, This Here Flesh

[benchofindigo]

[ID: Gifset from We Are Lady Parts S2

Bisma at the hair dressers getting her cornrow braids done. She has just reached for her headscarf when the hair dresser says, "Are you really going to hide my work like that? Your scalp is literally still raw. How about we just leave it out for a while?" "Tobi," Bisma protests. "What?" "Come on. I'm Muslim," Bisma continues. "Yeah, I now, I know. But Bisma, we're black. Our hair is art, it's a powerful part of our identity too," the hair dresser responds.

Bisma is arguing with her husband who is saying, "Is this a crisis of faith?" "No," she responds, "I've never been stronger in my faith. It's not about that." "Ok, so?" "It's... I love my head scarf, it gives me strength in so many ways, different ways, but I am also a black woman and hair is an important part of that," she responds.

Bisma, upset, arguing with her husband saying, "Schoolgirl. Wife. Mother. That was my journey, Wasim. Schoolgirl. Wife. Mother." "You don't sound so happy about that." Wasim says. "No, it's just life, it happened to me, you know? And I'm an adult and I want to make choices as an adult. And people, they put these labels on me. And the way they see me, I don't see myself."

Bisma picking up the remote control and pointing it at her daughter and husband freezing them.

Bisma walking down the street of her house. Everyone around her is frozen. She's singing, "But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."

Saira saying to her bandmates, "Muslims the world over are being murdered, kicked out of their homes, stripped of their citizenship and we're what? Writing songs about self-care? I think we should shine a light on any of these issues. Be the mouthpiece for something real."

Saira pushed by an invisible force against the war scream singing "I won't mention the w- [censored scream]" Her mouth gets censored out as she tries in vain to get the word out.

Ayesha saying to her girlfriend, "I don't subscribe to the whole coming out thing, I'm not going to sit here and make some Shakespearean announcement... .. to invite what? Further persecution and hardship into my personal life? I'm sorry, I'm not an emotional masochist. [...] You know, there's nuances to being gay and Muslim that you're not going to get."

Ayesha talking to Dirty Mahmood saying, "I should do it. I should do it like, I should be the change, you know. Confront our Muslim parents. But I like them. And I like being close to them. People are so obsessed with coming out these days. It's like, "Woo! Look at me! I'm so sick! Like, I'm out!" But like, I think there's a lot to be said for staying in... where it's safe." "What do you want to do?" Dirty Mahmood asks. "Honestly... I want to not do it." "Then don't do it," he says.

Their continued conversation. Ayesha asks, "But what about all the little gay girls? Shouldn't I be an example for them all?" "You should be an example for yourself. The little gay girls... they need someone that does what's right for them, when it's right for them. And don't forget, the little gay girls... they have you already. You're an inspiration as it is," Dirty Mahmood says.

Amina telling Noor in tears, "Billy kissed me, and I don't know, I lingered, for a bit! That's just what happened. It's a one way ticket to the fiery pits of hell, you know. Bring on the factor 50, cos I'm a-get-a-roasting. I feel awful. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't be angry at me." Noor responds, "If you are going to hell, then there really isn't any hope for the rest of us. You're a good person, OK? And I love you." They hug.

Amina on a date with Billy. She asks, "wait, it's exciting being with me? Or it's exciting being seen with me?" "Erm... the second one. The... no. The... the first one. What... what's the difference?" Billy asks. "Shit" Amina thinks in her head.

Amina ranting to her mom after the disastrous date, "He likes being seen with me. Apparently I make him feel dangerous!" "Dangerous? You?" her mom laughs, "that's good, that's really... ok." "Hey, I can be dangerous, Ok?" Amina protests, "The point is, I have been made into a fetish."

Momtaz crying on her grandmother's lap.

Momtaz talking to her sister at the park. Her sister says, "You did this when we were kids too. You become obsessed, your whole existence wraps around one thing [...] What I'm saying is, you give your everything to a thing, let it define you, then when it all blows up in your face, you're like, 'what?' You need to do you, Momtaz. Focus on your wellbeing. You've been running round looking after everyone else. Now it's time to look after yourself." End ID]

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We Are Lady Parts S2

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Yandere Girl Shrinks You & Kidnaps You But You're Okay With It

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"Finally! The shrink ray is complete. Now I can capture my love without resistance. They'll be small & powerless. I'll be a Goddess compared to them. They'll be all mine & there's nothing they can do about it."

"Ahh, I'm so excited. Every day, all I could do is watch them from afar. Aimlessly wondering if I could ever have them. But now I don't have wonder anymore. I can just take them. It'll be as effortless as picking up a bug."

"I'm already imagining all fun & romantic things I'll be able to do with them. We'll be together forever. Now I just need to put my plan into action & wait for the right moment to strike. They'll never see it coming."

"But what would that moment be? Hmmm... Perhaps I'll hide in the hedge around their house & wait for them to get home from work. Once they get out of their car & walk up to their front door, I'll take out the ray gun & shrink them on the spot. Yes, that's the perfect idea! All I need is patience. I've waited years for this moment. What's a few more hours?"

..........

*sound of car pulling in followed by the car's door opening & closing*

*and then footsteps because the listener is walking*

"GOTCHA!"

*ray gun sound followed by a shrinking sound*

"YES! It worked! Now to claim my love."

"Yoink!"

...

"Surprise! It's me. The girl across the street. I bet you didn't expect to find yourself in the clutches of her hands at one hundredth your normal size."

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"Why? Because I've been completely obsessed with you for years. It was love at first sight. Your confidence is stunning, your eyes pierce my soul & set it ablaze. The way you face any challenge in life with a brave face is so admirable. You're so smart & nice & attractive... Aaahhh~ I'm so madly in love with you."

"Although I'm quite surprised I haven't felt you struggle in my grasp so far. I expected you to attempt to fight back in some way."

...

"Wait, really? You've been lonely."

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"Lemme get this straight so I'm crystal clear. You're seriously okay with me kidnapping you? Because that's what happening. You're all mine & I'm not letting you go. No one else can have you. I won't allow it."

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"Huh... Well... You seem rather accepting of this situation. You're really not even a bit freaked out by this? I mean... Just look at you. You're tiny & in the hands of a girl one hundred times your size. If you're really okay with this, I'm not complaining. I'm just... Perplexed."

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"Anything to have a loving girlfriend. Well... That's more than fine by me. Hehe~ Certainly makes you easier to work with. Now then... It's time to take you home."

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*door opening & closing*

"Welcome to your new home, darling. I'll do my best to make you feel comfortable."

...

"Oh, uh... Yeah. Sorry. I should start by easing my grip on you. I'm just so excited. I feel the urge to hold you tightly. But I shouldn't get careless. You're very small & fragile. Someone as precious as you needs to be handled with care."

"I wonder where I should put you though. Hmmm... Maybe I can dig up an old doll house. It'll be your own little mini-home. How's that sound?"

...

"No complaints I see. Until then, I'll put you in my shirt pocket for now. I need my hands free."

...

"How you feeling in there? Cozy?"

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"Naturally. Hehe~ So... While I prepare some things, is there anything you would like to discuss? Surely, you must have some concerns."

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"Ah... Yes. Your job. That's something I need to consider. Your boss & co-workers are gonna wonder why you aren't coming into work soon enough."

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"Someone is definitely gonna file a missing person report. What to do... That's a tricky problem..."

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"Well, yeah. The shrink ray can return you to normal size. I designed it with a reverse function, but... How do I know you won't run off if I do that for you? I'm still unsure if your acceptance towards me has been a ruse or not."

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"Sigh... You're right. As your girlfriend, I need to be able to trust you. And I can't just ignore the problem either. It's certainly not worth dealing with legal trouble. I'd much rather people be oblivious to all this."

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"True. If you're tiny, there are certain things I won't be able to enjoy with you. Like cuddling for example. Sure, if you're tiny, I can hold you against my chest, cover you with my hands & let you listen to my heartbeat in stereo."

"But in that scenario, you'll be feeling a lot more of me than I'll be feeling of you. I would love to hold your entire body in my arms like the normal person you once were."

...

"Oooh, good idea. Now that I think about it, our relationship could have a size changing dynamic. Some days, I could have you at your normal size & other days & I could make you tiny. And once I fully trust you, I might even let you use the shrink ray on me. That sounds fun."

...

"Heh... Yeah. We definitely shouldn't get too carried away with that idea. If something goes wrong, we could both end up shrunk at the same time. Then we'd be in major trouble. At least one of us needs to be able to use the shrink ray."

"For the time being though... I want to keep you small... At least for now. You're just too adorable at this size to change back at the moment."

...

"Yes, I know. It's entirely necessary that you remain a functional human being. Rest assured, you'll return to normal soon enough."

"For now though... I have you all to myself. I love you so much, darling. We're going to have so much fun together."

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THE END

[nicolesainz]

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me (CS55)

Carlos Sainz x female reader

warnings!! mature content 18+ sexual themes!!

It was Carlos’s 28th birthday. Another epic weekend for him, since he won his second Grand Prix ever in Zandvoort. This was truly a moment to cherish. Me, Charles, Rupert and Onõro, found this as the perfect opportunity to host him a surprise party in order to celebrate both occasions.

The boys were in charge of keeping him occupied throughout the day, while I was taking care of decorations and preparing Carlos’s house alongside with his family. I was sure they would keep him away from the house, since as a newly Spanish Grand Prix winner, the streets of Madrid would flood with his fans and Ferrari supporters who would congratulate him on another epic win.

- R : How is everything going? Need any help?

- Y/N : Everything is in control. Don’t stress. If I need anything, I’ll let you know.

-R : Great! We are at the golf track now and probably will still be until you call us to head back

- Y/N : I will text you when it’s time to bring him in

-R : Noted. By the way, he’s been asking for you. The moments we got in the car he said “Where’s Y/N? Is she not coming? She loves golf”. Obviously I said you were with a few friends.

- Y/N : Thanks Rupert! I owe you. Also he really believes I like golf?

- R : Not simply like. You love it.

- Y/N : I must be doing something wrong or he’s blind. Anyway, gotta go. Have fun and don’t come back until I say so!

- R : Copy that. See you soon

I hung up the phone and headed to my car. Needed to drop by the market to buy a few ingredients I was lacking of.

My car was smelling as if Carlos was in at the moment. His smell is so intoxicating but also calming simultaneously. My breathing would get heavier every time he hugged me. It was a safe place. By the years this hug made my heart race faster than it used to and bring back memories from our childhood that made me realize I was in love with him since forever.

As I was walking around the market in search of the ingredients, I felt a body knocking me off and it falling down too a few seconds later

“I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking at where I was going. Are you okay?” that voice that echoed through my ears was more than familiar 

“Isa?”

“Y/N? Hi! I feel even more bad now. Please forgive me. Are you hurt?” she was as sweet as always. The Isa I first met in middle school. The kindest person. Carlos’s ex girlfriend too. I was the reason they got together. At a mutuals friends party, we were all hanging out and decided to introduce them. Two months later, they announced they were dating. Their relationship was very private. Very few of us knew they were together. Even at races, she would only be pictured alongside me and not Carlos. 

“No, I am sorry. My mind was wandering somewhere else. How have you been?”

She then started telling me about leaving Madrid and living permanently in Portugal, working with one of her best friends as a model. Also mentioned she was in a relationship with one of her co-workers and a very famous Portuguese model. Of course, I already knew since I follow her socials. It was her first ever public relationship. Isa did not like to post much about Carlos. With the amount of fans he had as a Formula 1 driver, she had heard from other girlfriends how some comments may get really nasty. So she preferred to stay away from the spotlight. It was better for both of them. 

“I am so glad your life is going this great! You deserve it”

“Thank you. But, tell me about you! How is everything? Are the boys good? Give them my regards”

“I am good. Flying out almost every now and then. Trying to combine work with the races and personal life. The boys are good too. We are hosting Carlos a birthday party tonight”

For a split second, my mind thought about simply not inviting her. I wouldn't know if Carlos or her would feel comfortable around each other. But I also didn't want to be rude. 

“You are more than welcomed if you would like to come!”

“Sadly, I can't. I’m flying out tonight. Plus, I don't think it would be a great idea for me and Carlos to be in the same room”

“Oh okay. Well, whenever you are back in town, don't hesitate to text me. We could hang out, the two of us”

“I would be more than happy to meet up again. I hope you guys have fun today. And Y/N, go for it. Don't let your chance go away”

“What chance?” 

“He truly loves you more than anyone on this planet. We all know that. Don't let it go to waste” she gave me a kind smile with a playful wink. 

“Have a safe trip Isa”

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- R: Can we come back? If I stay here with him a minute longer, he won't make it alive

- Y/N : Yes you can. I was about to text you. Guests are slowly arriving. 

- R : Fucking finally! We are on our way. I will let you know when we are close

- Y/N : See you soon. And bring the birthday boy back alive

No more than twenty minutes later, Rupert texted me that they are 5 minutes away. I told everyone to hide behind the couches, as I would be hiding behind the door! I truly wanted him to like this surprise. That moment brought back to my mind Isa’s words. Should I really go for it? Confess my feelings after 25 years? As I was thinking about all the possible scenarios in my head, I suddenly heard the door unlocking.

“Honestly Carlos I could literally hit you with-” Rupert was about to say when we all interrupted him 

“SURPRISE!! Feliz cumpleaños Carlos!!” His eyes were glowing. They were wandering around the room, seeing all his friends and family together. Before he could say anything, his focus turned on me. It was like he was about to rip my heart out. I had never seen such kindness in his look. 

“Gracias a todos. Lo aprecio mucho. Estoy agradecido por todos ustedes (thank you everyone. I appreciate it dearly. I am grateful for all of you)

Charles, Rupert and Onõro went to hug him first. Then his parents were in line with his sisters and afterwards Lando, Max, Pierre and Daniel. 

When he was finished with everyone, he quickly wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight, as if I was about to run away. All the memories were flooding back, every little “thank you” and “you're the best person” were echoing through my ears. I could feel his grip getting tighter around my waist. My arms were caressing and gripping his back equally tightly. I could have stayed like this forever. 

“Te quiero a muerte”(i love you to death) he softly whispered to my ear, as he placed me back and let go of me. 

“Enjoy the party Mr. Sainz” I gave him a playful look and was about to go get a drink, when he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.

“So that's why you’ve been missing all day, huh?”

“I definitely wasn't with any friends whatsoever”

“Don’t you wanna spend some time with the birthday boy, no?”

“The birthday boy wants you though” his eyes darkened and a sense of lust appeared in them. One I hadn't seen before 

“Go play with the other boys Carlos. I will be around” he lets go of my hand and I move towards the table with the drinks and chat with Rupert for a while.

“He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you” Rupert quickly mentions before taking a sip of his drink 

“What do you mean?” I take a quick glance at Carlos who was currently laughing at something that Lando said

“Oh come on Y/N! We all know Carlos secretly likes you, even though he doesn't want to admit it”

“And what exactly can I do about that?”

“Talk to him? Explain how you feel? He hasn’t dated in 2,5 years. Nor been with any woman.”

“I don't think its a good idea Rup. We have been best friends since forever. He would hate me and I would hate myself too if I make this relationship awkward”

“Y/N, listen to Rupert. Plus, he thinks you like me. And I don't wanna end up in a dog fight with my teammate” Charles came by, as he was listening to the conversation we were having. 

“We will see”

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It was past 2 am and everyone had left. I told everyone that I would take care of the mess and clean it up. I was the one least drunk. As I was throwing away all the empty bottles, I heard a loud thump coming from outside of the kitchen. 

“Carlos? Are you alright?” I raised the tone of my voice so he could hear me

“Yes, cariño! More than alright” I went up to him and held him steady as he was about to fall down. The wine he had in the plastic cup was splashed on my shirt, which made his eyes grow. The cold feeling of the wine made my nipples visible, since I had taken off my bra. 

Carlos’s eyes were scanning my whole body from top to bottom. He bit his lower lip and said in one breath:

“Cómo es que nunca me había dado cuenta de lo hermosa que eres?” (How come I had never noticed how beautiful you are?) 

The blood quickly rushed to my cheeks, which made me lower my look from his. I didn't know how to feel. To my surprise, I saw the grown bulge on Carlos’s jeans, which made me leave the room. Before I could react, he jumped in front of me and stopped. 

“Its bedtime mr. winner. I have more work to do” 

“I would much rather you being occupied somehow else”

At that moment, he brought his two fingers under my chin and lifted it up for me to look at him. His beautiful eyes were calming my soul down but his rosy lips were setting it on fire. There was a war going on right now between my heart and brain. 

“I would give up the whole world for you. Just to make you happy. I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I have never loved someone more than you. And I don't think my heart will ever allow me to” the words that came out of his mouth, were the reason why I felt alive at that moment. 

“Puedo besarte?” (can i kiss you?)

All i simply did was grab him by the hem of his shirt and connect our lips. This was all I was wishing for. He didn't waist time to lift me up and carry me upstairs to his bedroom. His lips were following a path that was going between my neck and lips. A soft groan escaped my mouth as he bit my lower lip hungrily. When we reached his bedroom he threw me on the bed and took off his shirt quickly. What a sight for sore eyes!

Then climbed back to my body and begun slowly undressing me, while his lips were constantly connected to mine. Once my shirt was gone, his mouth flew towards my hardened nipples and started making circles with his tongue around them

“Oh my lord-“

“No need for praising baby”

His hands were making their way towards my panties which were soon destroyed as Carlos ripped them apart fiercely.

“I’m so sorry for wasting so much time cariño”

My womanhood was dripping wet and Carlos seemed to be more than pleased with this result. He lowered his head, which I followed with my eyes and started leaving hungry kisses on my pussy.

He suddenly rose up

“How many? Show me”

I held up 2 fingers

“What a good girl. Abre, mi amor (open up, my love)”

I obliged to his command and spread my legs wide. I seriously couldn’t believe this was happening. Suddenly, there was a blissful feeling inside of me. As if I was one step away from heaven. His fingers were pumping in the perfect rhythm, earning a louder groan from me.

“Am I the only man you’ve been this wet for, cariño?”

“Y-yes” I said with no hesitation

“Don’t keep your voice down. I want to hear you. Louder” his movements became faster and my pussy was clenching around his fingers

“Fucking hell Carlos” my moan was even louder now. Just what he wanted

“Hell? I must be doing something wrong then. I wanna send you to heaven”

“I’m go-gonna-co-come” I let out a soft whimper as I was too focused on how his fingers were making me feel so good

“Then do so,Hermosa. On my fingers” in a few thrusts, I felt the warm liquid leaving my body and I finally opened my eyes. A sight of Carlos with his messy hair being underneath me was presented. I thought I was dreaming. But then I realized I wasn’t, once he put his fingers in his mouth to taste me.

“Cielo(heaven)” Carlos gave me a lusty smirk, brining his face closer to mine and sharing a hungry kiss. His hands were firmly cupping my cheeks, while mine were roaming all over his muscly and tense body. When I reached the lace of his underwear, Carlos looked at me with pleading look.

“I’m yours to use. However you want. Make me feel alive again” this phrase, was the beginning of everything. A wild story was about to unfold.

My fingers lurked inside his pants and firmly pushed them downwards, which lead to his cock being fully exposed to my eyesight. I was slightly taken aback, at which Carlos commented,

“Te gusta lo que ves?(do you like what you see?)”

“Full of surprises Sainz”

“Only for you”

I lowered myself on my knees. Once I was beneath him, my lips softly touched the tip of his cock, which made Carlos flinch a little. I smiled at his reaction. My tongue did a few first swirls around it, before opening up fully and taking his entirety inside me. I started off slowly until I could find the best pace for the both of us. My free hands were simultaneously squeezing his balls to give him more of a feeling of who was now in control.

“My fantasies just became my reality” he softly spoke out. Those words made my heart race faster. Was I really his fantasy? This whole time?”

I started sending the pre-cum, coming from his tip in the back of my throat. To which I didn’t complain. Means I was doing something right.

He hasn’t stopped looking at me. As if he is taking a picture of me with his eyes.

“Darling I’m close” he let out in coordination with a loud moan

In less than a few second my mouth was filled with his juices.

“Swallow. Every. Last. Drop” his lips were brushing mine and I did so before he could kiss me again.

“Thank you for the gift Princesa”

“Happy birthday Carlos”

“I know I’m very late, but I want you to know that I love you. Every bit of you. Unconditionally. And I always will” his eyes were sparkling as those words escaped his mouth.

“I’m glad this isn’t one of my dreams, because I love you too. As a best friend and more than that”

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