#either way I'm calling this now and I'm going to be livid if I end up being right

[shining-latios]

at this point I'm convinced by the time aethers finally get their gene expansion the devs are gonna pull a fast one on us and bundle it with the sandsurge gene expansion and then proceed to put all the focus on sandsurges because it seems they really and truly do not care about aethers having even one nice new thing to themselves without immediately overshadowing it with every new breed that came afterwards by giving them all the attention and shiny new toys instead

[radiance1]

"Old fuck!" Said Dan as he kicked down the wall to Vlad's office. Vlad only let out a sigh, apologizing for the noise and then ending the meeting right then and there. He glanced over at Dan and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Do you truly have no concept of a door?"

"It's more fun this way," He mentioned offhandedly as he stomped his way over the Vlad's desk and slammed his hands down on it. "Do something for me!"

Vlad, silently, moured the loss of another table and those three glorious months of peace. He looked Dan in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "And what, exactly, do you want me to do for you?"

"So you know Superman-"

"No."

Dan reared back like he'd been slapped. "The fuck!? You didn't even hear me out yet!"

"I don't need to." Vlad calmly sipped at his tea that wasn't there a second ago, and then let out another sigh. "And do stop screaming obscenities at me, it is horribly low-class and you're better than that."

"You're only saying that because I'm a fusion of you." Dan pointed out with a deadpan expression. Vlad snorted. "Obviously."

"Hear me out and I'll think about it."

Vlad sighed again, crunching away at a cookie -seriously where is he getting all of this??- before waving a hand in Dan's direction that basically said "Go on."

"Alright so Superman, you know the guy and you most certainly know his weakness." He swipped a cookie, then continued at Vlad's nod. "Kryptonite, nasty stuff yea. You know who uses Kryptonite the most out of basically everyone?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex fucking Luthor."

Vlad placed his teacup onto the desk, threading his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he stared the fusion down. "You know, if you wanted me to... complicate, his gathering of Kryptonite. You could have just led with that."

"Would it have worked?" Dan genuinely asked.

"I would have thought it over a bit more before my refusal." Vlad answered and Dan growled. "Just accept already you old-timer."

"Now, now. If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were perhaps, worried about the Man of Steel himself?" At that, Vlad's eyes turned red as a playful smirk graced his lips.

Dan's eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger towards Vlad acusingly. "Don't you dare try your mind control bullshit on me."

Vlad chuckled. "Oh I would not dream of it, I was merely..." Vlad's eyes shined with mirth as he deliberately paused. "Stating an assumption."

Dan hissed, translating his sheer annoyance through ghost speak while Vlad respond back with a purr. More than throuoghly pleased.

Usually, it was the other way around.

"You can go to hell with your assumptions." He leaned over the desk, destroying it even further as he his claws dug into it. "Either you deal with him or I'll do it myself."

Vlad stared him down for a good few moments, the room falling silent as they stared each other down. Vlad sighed. "Fine, I don't need your little temper tantrum leaving me with such a giant mess to clean up." He tapped a button under his desk -mercifully safe from the destruction- and waved Dan away. "Now if you will excuse yourself, I have a few calls to make, a desk to replace, you know the works."

Dan nodded and over to the giant hole in the wall before pausing. He reached out with ghost speak, sending out a violent threat through intent if he did not follow through.

Vlad simply responded with nonchalance, exasperation, and even a bit of annoyance.

A few weeks later

Lex Luthor is livid.

Someone has been buying up all of the Kryptonite before he could get to it, which should be impossible in itself. But no, then they proceeded to mess with the shipments he managed to get his hands on, interrupt deals to acquire them and even outright destroyed a few.

He has his own stockpile for emergencies, yes. But it's very noticeably dwindling.

Meanwhile with Vlad

"Now what exactly am I supposed to do with all of this?" Vlad asked himself, staring at the large pit of Kryptonite capable of filling multiple warehouses.

Honestly, it was utterly useless to him.

[yeondollie]

ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ♡ 𝜗𝜚

. . paring ; toxic! yeonjun x fem! reader

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, fighting, drabble, explicit language, crying, degration, junnie is mean, kinda? fluff, apologizing, good ending, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess), i thinkkk that it :D !

a/n ; hiiii guys !! i missed you so so much im so sorry for the sudden break . . i had a lot going on n stuff but i'm feeling better and back to writing fics :> ! i was listening to it almost worked-tv girl this morning and omgg i love tv girl smm but i needed to make a fic about something like this soo enjoy ᥫ᭡

“why the fuck are you so dramatic?” yeonjun scoffed, looking up at you as he sat on the couch. you two had been fighting for what seemed like forever but in reality, it had been on and off for about a week. yeonjun was pisses, livid even because of the way you’ve been acting.

you had blown up his phone, went on a drive at three in the morning, and even blew up his friends phone because after another argument about god knows what he had left. he left without saying anything and to you that meant possibly another woman.

as he stared up at you in anger, you suddenly started to feel bad. maybe you had took it too far this time, maybe you needed to have some trust in him. “jun.. i was just worried. thats all..” you say, in a quiet and gentle voice.

you were never one to get anger or yell or even cuss; he was the complete opposite of you. “_____ i dont give a fuck! you’re so clingy it’s disgusting..” his face made it clear, he wasn’t lying. he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

it was coming out again. not word vomit, not even actual vomit but just pure tears. they started dwelling in your eyes and suddenly your vision went blurry. “y-yeonjun..” he noticed your shaky voice, shaky hands, and most importantly- glassy eyes.

his heart started to crack and he realized just what he had said to you. his mind went blank and all he could do was slowly wrap his arms around you. when you called him ‘yeonjun’ rather than ‘jun’ or ‘jjunnie’ his heart stopped.

“i-i didn’t mean to.. u-upset you yeonjun. i was j-just worried.” while not hugging him back, you just stood there- limp. he desperately held onto you. this was the first time that either two of you have had any type of physical contact in weeks.

his words started to sink in. no not into you but into him. had he really said that to you? his hands were all over you. caressing your face, hugging you, even planting kisses all over your pretty face. “i-i didn’t mean any of that princess.. i-i where are you going?”

before you could reply to him, you walked your way to your bedroom. locking the door before you slumped on your bed and started crying into the pillows. you could hear loud banging on the door accompanied by a few “im sorrys” from time to time.

eventually, you fell asleep. all the crying did really tire you out and you just wanted to forget about the situation at the moment. it was now 7:38pm and it was silent. silent outside, completely dark, and yet you could see your phone light up, over and over again.

jjun !!

im sorry baby i didn’t mean any of it i miss you please im sososo sorry pretty girl r u sleeping? sorry i love you so much

you

im awake now come in my room plz i miss u more baby

you slowly hear the door crack open and your boyfriend walks in, his glassy eyes staining his originally cold ones. “_____ i.. please im sorry i didn’t mean to hurt my b-baby..” he carefully sits in your bed, placing a hand on your head and comforting you.

safe to say it worked, it always did. here was the thing, it was always a cycle with yeonjun. there was no “time apart” or even a break of some sorts. he always convinced you to stay or hear him out. and you did just that, time and time again.

“i-its okay jun.. come here please.” you sniffle and he enters the covers and wraps his arms around you. he was so warm, so comforting it almost made you forget what he made you feel like when you weren’t in his arms. the next hour and a half consisted of his corny compliments to get you back where he needed you.

“you’re so pretty princess, you know that?” he whispers in your ear, planting kisses all over your face. he was trying to butter you but god it was working. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising up to your face. “junnie..” you cover your face in embarrassment.

yet he removes your hands and starts smiling at your flustered face. he cant help it. you look so cute, so gorgeous, so beautiful he couldnt help but continue to stare and smile at you. “its true.. but im really sorry i didn’t mean any of that. i..i really wanna make us work pretty girl.”

god just that nickname got you latching onto him for dear life like he was gonna run away from you. he wanted to make it work. just for you guys? your heart was touched yet a part of you doubted every word that came out of his mouth. but maybe this time he’d be different.

“i know jun.. me too. i want you. i want you more than anything.” you smile, feeling content for the time being.

a/n ; i know i’ve been gone for FOREVER and im so so so so so sorry ! school was stressing me but im on spring break heheheh :0 so expect more fics! (i hope)

[idyllic-affections]

out of all of the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite.

summary. imagine muichiro being the former tsuguko of the cloud hashira, [name].

trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.8k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. muichiro the beloved <3333 hes my favorite ever fr, he deserves so much happiness.

he adores his mentor so so much!! admittedly, he does show it in odd ways, but he really appreciates them in ways words cannot adequately describe.

when muichiro's on solo missions, he sends them little letters detailing the shapes he saw in the clouds. sometimes he even sends them shiny or textured rocks because he thought they would like them! it becomes very cute once one learns to understand his love language. he also gives them origami figures every now and then.

^ additionally, before their solo missions, he gives them origami cranes as a sort of good luck charm.

they have a history of becoming livid when the fragile things get crumpled by demons during missions. how dare they? that was a gift from their tsuguko, you know? they know the little paper cranes are easily replaced, and yet... it just makes them so sad to see them crushed.

the gifts he gives them are, for the most part, either handmade or non-traditional (rocks, a pretty shaped leaf, etc). sometimes he'll see something like a hairpin that he thinks they'd like, and so he buys it for them. any and every gift he gives them is appreciated, because just knowing that he remembers them better than almost anyone else and even thinks about them voluntarily is so heart-warming <3

he still calls them '[name]-sama,' even after he himself becomes a hashira. it's an improvement from '[surname]-sama,' sure, but they still insist he doesn't need to call them any such honorific anymore.

"[Name]-sama... that cloud, what's it called again?"

"I'm not your mentor anymore, Mui-kun," they commented with a little smile, hand raking gently through his silky hair. "You don't have to refer to me like that. It's okay to just call me [Name]. We're equals now, you know."

"No," he muttered his opposition, "you'll always be [Name]-sama to me."

"I only trained you for a brief... hmm, two months, was it? I'm not sure, but the point is that I trained you for a very short time."

"Doesn't matter."

"Hehe, I see. ...That's a cumulus cloud, by the way."

sometimes the two will cloud gaze together and just end up napping peacefully. both of them are light sleepers as a result of their job, but light doesn't necessarily mean restless.

mui associates them with the clouds—cloud breathing is their breath style, after all—and has often wondered about them when he cloud-gazes alone. are they okay? is their mission going well? is an annoying junior bothering them? he'll gladly tell them off if [name]-sama is too nice to.

he misses them a whole lot when they aren't around.

the mist hashira respects and trusts his mentor very deeply. he totally goes to them for like... everything.

cooking together is a very common thing for the duo; they love teaching him how to cook and bake and he loves learning. it reminds him of something he can't quite remember; simpler times, perhaps? they think it's very sweet that he's so willing to learn as long as they're the one teaching him.

they tend to his (minor) wounds, send him off on missions with snacks, braid his hair nicely so it stays out of his face... it's like he's been given a second chance at having a family. not that he remembers his first one, but still.

he sticks close to their side more often than not because of this.

muichiro is a little posessive of their attention, especially if they're doting on other junior demon slayers that are closer to his age (e.g., tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke). he gets a little jealous but takes great pride in being introduced as their former tsuguko. he's just worried they'll forget about him is all.

"silly mui-kun," they had once teased when they realized what was going on, "i'd never forget you. you don't need to be jealous; you're my favorite junior. ♡"

the other hashira find the attached behavior very endearing—he clings to them constantly, following them around like a lost puppy. it's moments like those in which the others are reminded that he's only a child that had his youth stolen from him far too early, so he subconsciously clings to the one person that really makes him feel safe and loved as every child should feel.

he accepts every gift from [name] with grace and humility. every single thing they give him is kept in pristine condition, even if it's a silly little trinket they picked up on one of their missions because "it's the same color as the ends of your hair, mui-kun." ridiculous!! ...what? he doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want it? no, back off, he's keeping it forever.

he especially loves all those silly gifts. knowing that someone he loves thought of him while they were away makes him all fuzzy and warm inside <33

[name] would be so protective of him. they know how many tsugukos shinobu has lost. to experience that... the thought alone makes them tremble with fear.

they're terrified that one day they might feel that pain too.

no-one will take their student from them, not when he's so young and has his entire life ahead of him. they will not allow it, even if it should cost them theirs.

[btsmosphere]

Supercharged | JJK (Teaser)

Get hyped!!!!!! Posting date chapter 1: 14th April

Chapter 1 is now here!

🗲summary:

It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

��pairing: jungkook x f!reader 🗲teaser word count: 365 🗲full fic wc: you do nOt want to know (79k...) 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, superheroes/villains au, found family (imagine a mafia au with superpowers) 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: in the teaser: none, just some tension. general fic warnings: violence with superpowers, weapons, swearing, arguing, injury, past trauma, mentions of death

>Updates every week!!

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a/n: guys. it's TIIIIIME!!! how many years have you heard me talk about how I was working on a superpowered jungkook story?? I started this thing four years ago so I can't believe the moment's finally come! it's been a long ride, and most of those four years was spent not writing this, but I just couldn't stay away either! I really wanted to tell this story, and now here it is and I am so happy to be able to share it💜 Let me know in a reblog, comment or ask if you want to join my taglist for this series! Over the next week before chapter 1 is released, check back as I introduce our characters👀I'm so excited for you to meet them!

As a smile was just blooming on your face, it was halted by Namjoon's next words.

“But. You aren’t ready just yet. I want you out there with us, so I’m willing to send you out sooner than I have with others before. These are unusual times, and you have to understand this will be more dangerous than I normally send rookies to. There’s work to do, with your powers, but also…

“As much as I appreciate your trust in us, I know it doesn’t extend fully. I need my team to be able to trust each other. Every single one.”

Fixing you with a hard stare to accompany his last words, he was effective in making you shrink in your seat. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

And that person was waiting for you right outside.

On leaving the office, you found Jungkook leaning up against the wall. Jin and Namjoon had hung back, leaving you alone as you emerged, and you instantly rolled your eyes. Determined not to be deterred, you kept walking down the corridor, trying to fix your eyes ahead – firmly away from the infuriating man that watched your approach.

“Scared yet?” his smirk bled through his words. You were almost upon him at this point, and he pushed away from the wall, blocking the way with his black-clad body.

Eyes flicking up to him, unimpressed, you tapped your foot.

“Why would I be scared?”

One corner of his mouth curved up, looking you in the eye as he leaned a little closer.

“We aren’t heroes, honey.”

“Thanks for spelling that out, Jungkook,” you drawled, making to step past him.

His laughter followed you while you started walking away.

“Need help packing?” he called.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jin’s stern voice joined him, “no need. She’s not going anywhere.”

Jungkook’s silence spoke volumes.

Glancing back as you reached the end of the corridor, you were met with the livid expression that seemed so familiar. Jungkook’s eyes bulged with shock. You were sure that Jin’s hand on his shoulder was all that was holding him back.

Making the most of his eyes on you, you flashed a serene smile and walked away.

Thank you for reading!! Part 1 is coming on April 14th, and I will update every week (that's a promise, since it's already written in full!)💜

Contact me to get yourself on the tag list!

Taglist: @aianloveseven @preciouschimine @written-in-flowers @taegularities

[anasthesiaemporium]

im just gonna dump a ushioi idea running around in my head for a sec

post- "what do you think of my petty pride now" "i think it's fantastic", crazy misunderstanding ensues

Oikawa is surprised by how *nice* Ushijima is and as he reflects on the other man's past actions and current behaviour he has come to the conclusion that Ushijima probably likes him in a less than platonic sense

In Oikawa's defense, Ushijima sending him flowers whenever he won an award or just because he said he was having a couple of shitty days, asking him out to dinner whenever either of them was in town, buying him a signed jersey of one of his childhood idols for his birthday

Oikawa calls Iwaizumi up and says "so, ushijima isn't half bad." and Iwaizumi says, "yeah, he's nice" "you think so?" "yeah, he's a great guy." "really?" "oh yeah definitely." "interesting..."

So, for about let's say two to four months, Oikawa thinks Ushijima has been trying to date him and he becoming less and less opposed to the idea by the day

Until he finds out that Ushijima is Just Like That to everyone

Oikawa is LIVID. He calls Iwachan to complain about it but Iwaizumi just says, "I told you. He's nice!" "I thought you meant like he was nice for me!" "Why would he be nice for you, shittykawa?" "Fuck you!" "Oh, you've fallen for him. That's hilarious. Good luck fighting his former kouhai, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and whoever his grandmother has lined up for him for his affections. Bye."

Oikawa confronts Ushijima who is very apologetic which pisses off Oikawa more because he's very much embarassed and Ushijima doesn't seem fazed at all, like this happens to him ALL THE TIME. Ushijima says it does.

Oikawa questions why he acts the way he does because that's not normal! Ushijima replies, - "I saw an article in a magazine where it list down ways to make others like you. I just followed that." "Jesus Christ Ushibaka, you're a bigger idiot than I thought. Unfortunately, I'm still very attracted to you." "Excuse me?"

Oikawa says that he doesn't treat everyone the way he treats Ushijima. Ushijima is secretly delighted

Oikawa asks him out and then they finally go on their first date ever.

The end???

[sarafinamk]

Space Riders Shenanigans Using Incorrect Quotes

There is no Archangel (Reader) in this post. This is just pure chaos revolving around the Smiling Critters crew and Z.

For more information on my Archangel series, check out my author's note at the end of the post. To read my fanfics and other shitposts, click here.

The Smiling Critters Space Riders Au and the character "Z" belongs to @onyxonline Hope y'all enjoy!

Warning: Swearing

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Kickin: Caw caw, motherfuckers!

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Z and Dogday: *staring into each other's eyes*

Catnap: *opens a soda can*

Dogday: We're having a moment.

Catnap: I'm having a cola.

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Hoppy: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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*Prepping for a mission*

Hoppy: Yo, you ready to go?

Catnap: Yep, got ready in 5 minutes.

Dogday: Where's Kickin?

Hoppy: *Laughs* Still in the shower.

Kickin, from the shower: GIVE ME A SECOND, OKAY??? DO YOU THINK I WAKE UP THIS BEAUTIFUL EVERYDAY??? NO! THIS TAKES T I M E

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Bubba, in a diplomatic meeting: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Z: That's ridiculous, the Captain doesn't have a crush on me.

Catnap: Yes he does.

Bobby: Yes he does.

Dogday: Yes I do.

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Catnap: Are you mad?

Picky: No.

Catnap: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Dogday: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.

Catnap: No, we are mad.

Dogday: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Catnap: No, we're not!

Dogday: I am not a mind reader, Catnap!

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The Prototype: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner?!

Catnap: Well, how would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

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*During the Space Riders' trainee days*

Crafty: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Hoppy: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

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Literally anyone: How many siblings do you have?

Dogday: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

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Catnap: I will put 'A' down to make 'A.'

Picky: I will add to your 'A' to make 'AT.'

Crafty: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT.'

Bubba: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC.'

Hoppy: *flips the board*

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Kidnapper: We have your friend.

Bubba: You will have to specify.

Kidnapper, with Z glaring at him: The- the sexy one.

Bubba, sighing: He made you say that, didn't he?

Kidnapper, crying: Please come and get him. He won't stop flirting with me and my wife.

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*On a date*

Dogday, to Z: We both look very handsome tonight.

*Later*

Hoppy: You know, if you'd just said that he looked handsome, he would have said, "So do you."

Dogday, with his face buried in a pillow: I couldn't take that chance...

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Picky: I baked you a pie!

Cultist: Really?! What flavor?

Picky: *pulls gun out of the pie* DEATH!

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Bubba: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Dogday's birthday invitations.

Catnap: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Bubba: "Dogday's birthday."

Catnap: So, what do they say instead?

Bubba: "Dogday's bi."

Catnap:

Catnap: Works out either way.

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Hoppy: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgement and criticism.

Bubba: And you came to me?

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Bobby: Oh, I have a medical condition alright. It's called "caring too much." And it's uncurable!

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Dogday: When did you know?

Bobby: I know a lot of things, Dogday.

Dogday: Why didn't you tell me I was in love with Z?! All this time I could've just -

Bobby: I told you from the start. I spelled out that boy crush to you, to your face, and I don't want to tell you I told you so -

Dogday, groans: Then don't.

Bobby: But I told you so.

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Kickin: Dead leafs? That's called yard salad now, and it's the new food trend.

Picky: *Leaves*

Kickin: Where are you going?

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Bubba: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Hoppy, Kickin, Catnap, and Dogday: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Dogday: This is a very powerful artifact. You'd be messing with some forces we don't fully understand.

Hoppy: That sounds like a dare to me.

Dogday: Oh my god.

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Picky: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk.

Picky: *cuts piece of cake*

Prisoner: ... Can I have some?

Picky: Cake is for talkers.

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Dogday: I'm not gay, but you look hot today.

Z: We're literally dating.

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Kickin: Hey, do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Bubba: You're a hazard to society.

Hoppy: And a coward. Do twenty.

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Z: It's pretty cold outside... wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Dogday, blushing: Okay.

Hoppy: It's fucking summer.

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*Picky cooking*

Kickin: Smells good in here.

Picky: Better smell good, it's dinner.

Kickin, picking up a strainer: Oh shit, heard you're not supposed to yell into these things.

Picky: What- Why?

Kickin: You'll strain your voice.

Picky:

Picky: Leave.

Kickin: *leaves the room cackling*

Picky: God-

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Bubba: What's gone wrong, Hoppy?

Hoppy: Hey! That's one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I'm calling doesn't mean there's a crisis.

Bubba: That's technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Hoppy: Well... There's a crisis.

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Bobby: I know you love him.

Dogday: I am not in love with Z!

Bobby, smugly: I never said who...

Dogday: *realizes*

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Bubba: I just accidentally prematurely sent an email to Commander Ludwig... It was supposed to say "I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting," but I hit send when all it said was:

Bubba: Dear Commander Ludwig, I am afraid.

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Crafty: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

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Hoppy, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Bubba.

Bubba, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child.

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Bobby, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

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Kickin: I'm 80% awesome 20% water and 100% handsome.

Bubba: That's 200%

Kickin: I'm twice the man you'll ever be.

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*Bobby training Dogday on how to flirt with Z*

Bobby, whispering: Just tell him "You have beautiful eyes."

Dogday, whispering back: Good idea.

*Dogday turns to Z*

Dogday: I have beautiful eyes.

Bobby: ...

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Kickin: You have crayons?

Crafty: Yes, I have-

Kickin: You're- how old are you?

Crafty: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS. I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

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Picky: Did you wash the dishes?

Catnap: I thought you wanted to do that...

Picky: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

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Bubba: That's a nice argument, Kickin. Why don't you back it up with a source?

Kickin: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

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Kickin: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail, spectacularly."

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Dogday: Does everyone know their job for today?

Crafty: Water the flowers.

Bobby: Vacuum the carpet.

Catnap: Wash the dishes

Hoppy: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Dogday: Close enough.

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Picky, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??

Picky: Wait. I the fuck used this pan...

Hoppy: It was you the fuck.

Picky: It was I the fuck...

Bubba: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Hoppy: She the fuck.

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Bubba: If you've got any questions, just ask.

Kickin: If a bear and a shark had a fight, who would win?

Bubba: ... If you've got any RELEVANT questions, just ask.

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Hoppy: *sighs*

Catnap: You bored?

Hoppy: Yeah.

Catnap: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Hoppy: I thought you'd never ask.

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Kickin: *Gasp*

Bubba: WHAT??

Kickin: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Bubba: *inhales*

Dogday, in another room with Catnap: Why can I hear screeching?

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Picky: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order?

Catnap: Anchovies and pineapple.

Hoppy: I like beets!

Z: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza?

Picky: I'm disowning all of you.

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Crafty: Hey, Dogday? Can I get some dating advice?

Dogday: Just because I'm with Z doesn't mean I know how I did it.

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Kickin: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Picky: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Hoppy: FLOOR IT!!

Kickin: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Picky: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE SHIP DOWN-

Kickin: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Hoppy: DO IT!

Picky: NO-

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Dogday: Good morning.

Bubba: Good morning.

Catnap: Good morning.

Kickin: You all sound like robots, trying spicing it up a bit.

Hoppy: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

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Dogday: How did you crash the ship?!

Hoppy: So I was just flying today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.

Hoppy: I was like "woah, that's homophobic." Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident.

Dogday: ...

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Dogday: Z kissed me!

Catnap: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Dogday: It was unbelievable!

Bobby: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Crafty: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Picky, get the wine and disconnect the communicators. Captain, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Dogday: Oh, it ended very well.

Picky: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Hoppy: Okay, alright, let's hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?

Dogday: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Bobby: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Dogday: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

The girls + Catnap: Ohhh.

*Meanwhile with Z, Kickin, and Bubba*

Z: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Bubba: Tongue?

Z: Yeah.

Kickin:

Bubba:

Z:

Kickin: Cool.

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Author's Note: Thank y'all for the love and support you've given me so far. You guys have been amazing. Trust me, I haven't lost interest in the Space Riders Fandom, and I have more ideas for the Fallen Angel series. It's just that I have classes to make up for this summer because of negligence from my uni. I'll do my best to post more, but just be patient with me. Thank for your understanding.

[imagine-silk]

Preston: General, you're working yourself to death! Have a break

Sole: I don't wanna be alone with my thoughts.

Preston: ...are you going to elaborate on that?

Sole: No, I don't wanna speak them out loud, either.

Preston stops. He was supposed to dismiss Sole and take the next shift, their sense of duty was usually enough to get them to sit. Something was different now. Something he didn't know about. "You don't have to tell me." Without another word Sole walked away. And Preston went on his patrol.

The next day was the same. So was the next. And the next day.

"I demand you do something at once!" Codsworth in all his passion for his master called for action. He was more that livid, that word didn't reach half of it. He didn't ask for much of anything so no one fulfilling his one request was devastating.

"You must stop them. This is not healthy." Curie's concern bled out of her body with her newfound emotions so strong. She was yelling at him but Preston saw the confusion in her. Eyes holding tears and she didn't know how to drop them.

"I hold no authority over them. But you have enough to make them sit down at the very least." Preston never could get a good read on X6 but he imagined he was seconds away from killing him if the way he was holding his gun was anything to go off of. It didn't help that his imagination was running wild with how he'd do it. Maybe it'd be the one and only time he saw him savage.

Then Nick confronted him in judgement. MacCready of all people told him to stop being a coward and do something. Cait threatened him after he spoke to Sole and failed to get through. Danse went back to hiding in his house like he did after he left the Brotherhood. Deacon was nowhere to be found but no doubt trying.

"You need to stop this, Sole. When's the last time you slept? When's the last time you've even ate?" Preston was at the end of his rope. Sole took so long beating the part Preston had out of him, the part that never wanted to sit down. He was seeing exactly what Sole was seeing; one of his friends slowly dying on their feet. They weren't in any condition to keep going. "I'm relieving you of duty."

"You can't do that." Sole's resolve was just as strong as Preston's. At that point it came down to a matter of desperation. "I have to keep moving. There's so much to do-"

"I'll step in your place. That's my job."

"And when did you start giving me orders?" Their stern voice cut through the air.

Any other day he would have taken that order. Preston would have gave in and left them alone like they wanted. But the pressure built up. Everyone came to him to yell their piece on how to handle it. His own worries stared him in the face and called him a coward.

Preston closed the gap between them and punched Sole in the face. It took one hit to the jaw and they were out cold. Preston didn't usually listen to Cait's advice but he saw no other option. Without anyone's help he dragged Sole to their house and into their bed.

A few hours later he heard Sole come down the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Preston went to help hold them up. How many times did they do that before? It felt like hundreds. "There's food. So sit down." Preston kept his voice soft, just like they did for him.

"I told you I was going to keep going. I need-"

"I know you don't want to tell me and I know it hurts. You don't have to tell me. But whatever it is you aren't going to be alone with it." He should have said this earlier but he didn't want to cross that line. He wanted them to come to him. He was being a coward. "I'm right here. Codsworth is right here. We are all right here. You're not alone. You never were."

Sole seemed to give in. They leaned into him and Preston did everything to support the full weight. "I'm sorry," Sole said.

"I'm sorry too."

[smallestapplin]

So! Bit of a long one but here we go!!

Emmet enemies to lovers!!

Emmet has a rival that he can’t stand! But as he continues to battle them and thusly spend time with them, feelings blossom and he starts to become friends, and then more with the rival!

However!! Before he can do more than recognize his feelings of love, the reader is eebied to Hisui!! Maybe even right in front of him!!

He’s left devastated! Desperate to see them again, because he loves them!!

And they return! After long, lonely months, they come back and finally Emmet has the chance to tell them his feelings!!

What do you think?

I tried! And I hope this turns out well ^^

Cw : hate is said a lot at the end, just in case.

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Emmet always had issues properly expressing his true feelings, or putting them into words, maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

You were Ingo’s friend and got along perfectly with the older twin. But Emmet didn’t like feeling he was being pushed aside, even if he wasn’t. So, he’d demand battles from you at every turn, you couldn’t take ten steps without the smiling twin stepping in front of you, demanding you battle him.

It was infuriating, you couldn’t visit your friend without his brother being a pain.

Worse yet you two were evenly matched.

One battle you’d win, and he’d be livid and then demand another.

The next he’d win and shove it in your face.

The only reason you didn’t say ‘screw the battle, what are your stats’ is because Ingo begged and pleaded with you, swearing his brother isn’t always like this.

You believed him, you truly did, but thought it wouldn’t be that way between you and Emmet.

Your relationship changed when Ingo got sick, he couldn’t stand without falling over, and his fever made him delirious at times. Elesa was out of the region, and Emmet didn’t have anyone else he could ask for help.

That’s when he called you from Ingo’s phone, after a quick doctor visit of course.

He knew you wouldn’t answer a random number, but he had to speak quickly before you hung up on him. He was surprised to see you already at his and Ingo’s house, arms filled with flu-friendly food and medicine. It allowed him to go to work and keep the subway running, knowing Ingo was in your care.

You’d text him throughout the day, letting him know how Ingo was doing. He’d come home to Ingo either asleep and you on the couch, or you in Ingo’s room feeding him soup. However, it left you and Emmet plenty of alone time.

You’d either make dinner or order takeout and watch tv together, finding out you two had more in common than previously thought. You’d two laugh, and share stories, to a comfortable point you’d ask him how his day at work was.

Your friendship was slow going, but after Ingo got better, he was surprised to see you two not at each other’s throats, but the want for battles never stopped, the only difference was Emmet would get excited and ask instead of demand.

Your rivalry was truly something Emmet adores and wanted more than anything. It was a nice change of pace for you two to be seen alone, laughing and joking around.

His feelings for you came as a shock to himself.

It changed him.

You noticed how he’d flip between how he used to be with you, to how he is now.

It got to the point you messaged him.

‘Hey, I know it’s late, and you just got off work, but can we talk tomorrow? At that café, we both like, preferably.’

His heart sank at that message, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

‘Sure! Time?’

‘Maybe around lunchtime?’

‘That works!’

The next day he went to that cafe like you asked, he got there early just to make sure he could practice what he was going to say.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He checked his phone, noticing you were an hour late without so much as a text.

‘I am Emmet. I'm here.’

‘Are you okay?’

Still nothing, he sat there for hours, waiting for you, constantly looking out the window, hoping he’d see you running up and apologizing for being late.

He’d look up the second the bell chimes, only to be disappointed when it’s not you.

‘Everything okay?’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Where are you?’

Every message he sent you never saw, but it says it went through. He could feel his anxiety growing worse by the second, so he called you.

It goes right to voicemail.

He can’t stand it anymore.

He stayed there for nearly five hours, and you didn’t show up.

You must hate him.

He went back home, knowing Ingo would already be back from work, but yet… it was quiet.

His life was changed in only a day, as two missing persons reports went out, one for you, and one for Ingo. What Emmet wants to tell changes The longer you’re gone.

Ingo is found many months later in strange clothes, and no memory, but his brother is here and alive. All that’s left is you. Emmet focused on work and helping his brother, being more than happy he finally came home. But the emotional part of him asks, why does Ingo get to have more stories of you, than him?

News of your return is the talk of Unova, how you appeared limp on the ground in ancient clothes and scars. He figured you’d be in the hospital for a while, given how the news spoke of your injuries. He’s already waited a year for you, what’s a few more days?

Imagine his shock when he opens the door on his day off, and you’re standing right there, covered in bandages when you should be resting.

But given your history, he isn’t even sure what to do.

“You’re…you’re back.” Despite the lack of emotion in his voice, you can hear the quiver in it.

“Emmet-“

“I waited, you know, I sat there at the café and waited. Where were you?” His vision clouds with tears.

You can’t give him an answer, cause even you don’t know who would believe you.

“I still waited, hoping you’d come back like it’s all a sick joke.”

“Em, can we please go inside? I can explain everything.” You step forward, wiping the tears that fall from his cheeks.

He doesn’t move, only leaning into your touch as he sobs.

“I hate you, I hate you so much! I hate how stubborn you are! Hate how you just think you can come back as if nothing happened! Hate how you made me worry! I hate that I love you, and you left! H-how could you?”

You pull him into a hug, letting the smiling man hold you tightly as he cries into your shoulder. You can’t stop tears of your own from soaking into his shirt, you both sob your hearts out, clinging to each other as if the other would disappear again.

“I don’t hate you…I can’t.”

“I know. I missed you so much, I was so scared.”

You both stayed there for several more minutes until you two had the strength to stand. He pulls you into his home, closing the door behind you.

“Now, let’s hear those stories!”

You chuckle softly, “Oh boy, do I have a lot.”

Despite everything.

You squeeze his hand.

This might be the start of something wonderful.

[bucky-h0e]

A/n: Bucky's celebratory day! This is a long-term fic, so make sure to check out the Serendipity Masterlist for more Alpine and Bucky! I am open to requests and love hearing feedback - don't be shy!

So we get to see a little bit more of Alpine's character, other than the absolute chaotic mess that she was introduced as. This ended up being a lot more angsty than I wanted it, but I like how it went, Alpine's character needed a bit more development.

warnings: some absolute pure unfiltered fluff and angst (mainly angst), Alpine being a little sweetheart, Bucky nearly cries (for good reasons), mentions of both Bucky's and Alpine's trauma, an extremely angsty father's day (i am so sorry it just sort of happened)

Alpine's First Father's Day Celebration

Now, mother's day was a success. Much to Bucky's disappointment, Alpine and Sam had gone out for dinner that night, wanting some 'mother-daughter' bonding

Sam outright refused to acknowledge it as such

but seeing these two bond and grow closer over this celebration, Bucky was nervous about father's day

would he say he thought of Alpine as a daughter?

yes

does he think he deserves the absolute pleasure to be considered her father?

no

he did a lot of bad things in his past life and a part of him

a very small but frustrating part of him

would do it all again if it meant that Alpine would be in his life

it scared him and he hated that part of him

the part that was okay hurting people as long as Alpine was in his life one way or another

it was this type of thought that would cause Bucky to fear that the Winter Soldier still remained within him

despite everything he had done and all the help he had received, no matter how many therapy sessions he went to or how many people he apologised to

he still thought of himself as a monster

and he wasn't sure he'd think of himself any other way

which is why, on the days leading up to the first father's day they would celebrate together

Bucky avoided Alpine

she was livid

normally, she could just walk into his apartment

unafraid of him kicking her out, or of him attacking her out of pure instinct

she knew he wouldn't hurt her on purpose

or at least, she thought he wouldn't

so when she skipped across the hall, put her hand on the handle to twist and push it open, only the faceplant into the locked door

she was fuming

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

was her nose bleeding?

oh most definitely

after going back into her own apartment to stuff her nose full of tissues, she steps back out into the hall, knocking on the door

once

twice

thrice

"Bucky? You in there old man?"

silence

honestly, this man

she checks her phone in case he had gone on a mission late last night but normally he'd wake her

he knows she worries about him

when three more knocks went unanswered, she called Sam

he hadn't heard from him either

but he had heard that Bucky asked for an emergency therapy session

which surprised her because Bucky HATED going to those

"Sam, I'm real worried. His door is locked, LOCKED! I'm just looking for the spare key now then i can-"

"Hey, you still haven't gotten him a father's day present, why don't you run into the city today and see what you can get? I'll meet you later on, I just need to do something first."

she wasn't stupid

she knew what Sam was doing

she knew what he was thinking

Bucky had relapsed

impossible

Bucky would not have relapsed, not after everything that had happened with Zemo and the flag-smashers

after all the stress he had been through in those first few months of them meeting, everything that happened with Yori...

no

Bucky Barnes had not relapsed

he just needed some time to himself

to be reminded of who he was

and who he wasn't

what he wasn't

"Alpine? Al, you there kid?"

"Yeah! Sorry! I just panicked for a minute because I totally forgot i hadn't got him a present, thanks for the reminder. You'll check in on him right? Before you come and meet me?"

she could feel Sam's tension be released when she responded

"Yeah, yeah. You know, he's probably just being a little princess, jealous of all the time we're spending together. You know how much of a drama queen he can be."

Alpine can't smile at the joke

not when she knows it's only there to try and trick her into a false sense of relief

no, she wasn't stupid.

but she'd play the part anyway.

"Tell me about it, never thought I'd see a 106 year old super soldier be jealous of little ol' me, guess I'm just that amazing"

they say goodbye and Alpine takes one last glance at Bucky's door

worth a try

"Buck... I don't know if you can hear me, you might be in your room. If you are then you know, fuck you for making me talk to myself."

on the other side of the door, Bucky smiles

"I just... I want you to know that you're okay... and it's okay to not be okay... but you are. I know you are. Whatever this is, it'll pass and you'll work through it because you're James fucking Barnes and..." She pauses for a second because jesus christ

she is deadass about to tell Bucky she loves him

that he is her family

that he is her hero

that she would do anything for him

but she can't

because she would actually die of embarrassment

Alpine is not good at emotions

"a-and so, get your shit together, because i'm not giving up until you remember that James Barnes ain't no ones bitch!"

with that she very quickly leaves because ew, emotions

Bucky can't help but smile at her words of encouragement as he listens to the sounds of her footsteps getting further away, the elevator dinging as it opens for her, the almost silent, barely there sob that leaves her mouth as those same doors close

it's an hour later that he breaks out of the shock he was in when Sam knocks on the door, frantically calling for Bucky to open the goddamn door

he does and can't even register that Sam is furious with him for going no contact with both him and Alpine for two days

and Bucky stands there and takes the verbal abuse

because he made her cry

and he deserves Sam's angry shouts

and he needs him to knock some sense into him

because if Bucky knew one thing after hours of torturing himself with hateful thoughts

it was that he never wanted to be the reason for Alpine's tears

ever again

Now, Alpine hadn't meant to cry

in fact she was pretty sure that the last time she cried at something not induced by stress or laughing to hard

she was a child

back at home with... them

and she will be damned if she ever cried about anything not stress induced ever again

so in the short elevator ride to the lobby of their building, she had straightened herself out, wiped her tears and faced the city with a determined attitude

she would find Bucky a present that reminded him of who he was

she had introduced him to a lot of things in the 21st century

but nothing seemed to connect

that was until they watched The Hobbit, of course Alpine ended up falling asleep and Bucky stayed up like an actual maniac to watch all the movies in a span of 9+ hours (with bathroom breaks, he was sure he could have binged it but he also wanted to put Alpine to bed, so ended up having to pause it just to tuck her into his bed before returning to finish the movies)

She had heard Sam say that Bucky had claimed to have read the book when it first came out

when she heard that, she'd been looking at trying to get a first edition book for her dear friend and father figure

keeping tabs and making friends with local antique bookshop owners just to be able to get a chance.

what harm would it do to do the rounds whilst she brain stormed some other ideas for him

on her trip, she'd managed to get a few books she thought he'd might like

the harry potter series, eragon, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe

she would spoil him with love and affection (a very different route to Sam who was cursing Bucky out at this point)

the first few shops had unfortunately been duds in her search for the first edition Hobbit book, and she had started debating on just getting him a newer version of the series until the last shop she walked in

"Ah! I was just about to call you missy! I have that booked you've been looking for!"

She could have screamed

she did scream

so loud the other patrons thought she was actually getting stabbed

"NO YOU DON'T!"

she couldn't believe her luck! on the day she truly really needed it, she had found a first edition book, one exactly like the one Bucky would have owned

the yellowing pages, hardback cover, faded title

used, loved, a timeless piece of history

sure the pages were slightly ripped, it had very obviously been well loved but still preserved

as she looked through the pages, she smiles at the pencil marks - whoever had this book must have loved it

the only issue was the price

"$200?! I can't persuade you to lower that?"

"It's a rare collectable my dear, if you don't get it now, someone else will."

Alpine had the money

she had savings for rainy days and emergency funds just in case the worst happened

again, she wasn't stupid

but $200 on a book?

she sighed once again, flicking through the pages

could she really justify spend-

hold on a hot damn second

was that

she frowns, looking at the faded hand written ink

"Sorry, can I borrow your glasses?"

the old bookstore owner nods, allowing the girl to use the glasses to look at the name handwritten on the cover page

'PROPERTY OF James Buchanan Barnes'

Alpine had never handed money over so fast

out of all the first edition books to get, she had managed to somehow find Bucky's copy

it belonged to him and she would have sold her entire soul to the devil just to be able to get that man his own property back

she had to get back to him

father's day was in a couple of days but this discovery could not wait and if Bucky Barnes had his door locked still then Alpine was grabbing the emergency axe in the hall way to smash that mans door down

she never ran faster in her life

that was a lie (but a story for another time)

by this point, it had been a fair few hours.

Sam had been and gone, having knocked some sense into Bucky before leaving to report that he had in fact NOT relapsed into the Winter Soldier

Now, the grumpy old man waited outside his apartment for Alpine to get back, sighing and huffing with every minute that passed, pacing back and forth, watching the elevator move between floors

he had heard the door to the stairs slam open, the panting and gasping before the rapid footsteps and a frantic

"BUCKY!"

He turned, running down the hallway and crashing into the young girl, grabbing her and stabling them as he hugged her

"Al, I'm so sorry kid. I can't explain what happened, but I promise I will never-"

"Bucky shut up and listen to me."

fucking

rude

he frowns at her, like the fucking audacity

"I'm trying to apologise for being a jackass here."

"Oh, well in that case- carry on mr i'm going to ignore my best friend in the entire world."

"I heard you crying-"

"Oh fucking ew never mind."

he sighs, grabbing her face gently in his hands as she tries to full away because ew fucking emotions

he smiles at her, watching as she relaxes, confusion on her face before her breathe hitches when he places a gentle and very hesitant kiss on her head

"Al, I can't promise that something like that will never happen again, because my brain is messed up, I'm messed up" He shushes her when she tries to interrupt him, smiling at her

"But, I can promise, that as soon as I come out of that.. place.. I will make it up to you in every way possible. You, my annoying little neighbour, are one of the best things that's ever happened to me and I'll be damned if i ever make you cry again. If I do, you can beat me to a pulp."

they both laugh because Alpine can't fight for shit

she wouldn't even know where to start

"Can I make you watch Real Housewives instead?"

"Anything you want."

They definitely spend about ten minutes just hugging each other

they spent two whole days apart, these touch starved babies are desperate just to know that they still have each other

Eventually, they move to Bucky's apartment, deciding that they deserved a good movie night and they still had to watch the Jurassic Park and Jurassic World franchise (they'd been putting it off for a few weeks because Bucky wasn't convinced that a movie on dinosaurs would be something he was interested in - but Alpine seemed to enjoy it_

Alpine had managed to get distracted by the dinos, laughing and letting Bucky know of the inaccuracies of the franchise

Bucky had managed to calm down, keeping an arm around Alpine, not wanting to let her go just yet, still feeling awful about having made her cry

it wasn't until Bucky mentioned that he did enjoy the fantasy side of the franchise that Alpine gasped and sat up straight from leaning on Bucky

he frowns and watched her as she runs to her bag dumped by the door

he was going to her a coat rack just so she'd stop dumping her coat and bags on the floor as soon as she got in

"Were you in here, when I spoke to you through the door?"

Bucky glances at her

"Depends, do you want me to have been here?"

Alpine thinks back and then nods, "For the last part"

Bucky grins, "Bucky Barnes ain't no ones bitch?"

Alpine grins back, "Bucky Barnes is his own bitch, with his own bitchin' thoughts and his own personality and likes and dislikes'" she nods firmly grabbing the book from her bag

"And, Bucky Barnes, has his own goddamn property back."

she holds it out to him and he pauses, eyebrows furrowed before he takes the book

"Al, you didn't have to-"

"Shut up, and open it. Cover page."

he does and he freezes

this was the book he had shipped over from Britain when it first came out

this was the book that he read at night

this was the book he reread for months

this was the book he left behind when he was sent over to Britain for active duty

this was HIS book

his past

his memories

his handwriting

it had survived all these years

it had survived and somehow so had he

and as he looks at Alpine, who was nervously ranting about how she just saw it and knew he had to have it back, how it was a father's day present albeit early

he knew he was going to be okay, just as she had said

If a piece of his past had managed to survive this long without being put on display in a glass case in a museum, without being caged or made to do something other than it's purpose

then he can continue to heal outside of influence of third parties

she's still ranting as he stands, making his way over to her and wrapping her in his arms, holding her tightly, his flesh hand delicately running through her hair as his tears build

he forces them back, not wanting to panic his neighbour turned daughter

he feels her arms hesitantly wrap around his waist, though she's still tense

one day he'll find out why, he'll find out her real name and he'll help her heal like she had him (more than she would ever truly know)

but for now, he'll cherish the relationship he shares with Alpine, and he'll celebrate every father's day with her, with no worries on whether or not he deserves to have this

because one thing is for sure

Alpine does not care whether or not Bucky Barnes deserves her affection, she want's to give it and that's what she will do. Whether he likes it or not (spoiler alert - he loves it and he loves her)

"So if we could spend next years father's day not in a maybe kind of argument that would be great, because this was a really emotionally exhausting day and I don't think we need to do this type of thing for a hot while."

"Of course. If Sam asks, Father's day was better than mother's day."

"Sure, sure, so long as you say I found that book in a dump because i spent maybe $30 on Sam and $200 is a lot more."

Bucky laughs and nods before processing her words

"$200?!"

and as Bucky tightened their hug and Alpine started nervously laughing and trying to get away from him to avoid this punishment (is it really though?)

neither one of them would rather be anywhere else

[thecampjuicebox]

My goodness, I'm about to walk away from this lookin' like a blood drunk Astarion!

Also "Warped in a Bow" Part 2, pleeeeeaaassse! I want that so badly!

*Warning: Messy Essay Incoming*

"Tav demonstrating why she was so hard to catch by subduing a fiendish assassin that snuck into the House of Hope (and probably ended up interrupting another bang session), despite her being without weapons or armor, by essentially using the silk or chain as a garrote wire on the attacker..."

"If anything, I think this kind of information would fuel Raphael’s fires. Turn him on to an unreasonable degree."

Oh, I think Raphael would first be livid that there is an intruder in his house and that his steamy times got interrupted; especially since we all know that he likes to bottom and seeing Tav nakedly assert dominance over a cur would probably make him even more hot and bothered (especially if your description of him seeing Tav crush a foe's head with their thighs is any indication 👀), but he can't *ahem* act on any of that excitement yet because he has to deal with the whole assassin thing first.

Haarlep might initially be mildly miffed that the bang session got interrupted, but would quickly get over it because I think the incubus would probably be able to pick up that the interjection of this naughty little assassin didn't kill the mood (you see what I did there? did you see what I-) but at worst only put it on pause for a bit, plus Haarlep would also find the sight of the all but naked Tav dominating this naughty little interloper to be extremely enticing (again, if your take on Haarlep seeing Tav deliver 'death by thighs' is anything to go by).

I can just picture things getting steamy again between the three before Tav suddenly perks up. Then, before either fiend can figure out what is happening, she is suddenly across the room with a devil struggling beneath her. Haarlep recovers first, slides off the bed and begins slinking around Tav and the pinned would-be assassin all 'Well, well, well~ What do we have here?' maybe even mocking/menacing the assassin by saying something like 'I don't see why you're being so feisty. I'd kill to switch places with you right now~ What do you think, Raphael?' Meanwhile Raphael is trying to think clearly and deal with the assassin situation while lust, fury, and perhaps a bit of amusement are all engaging in a full on kaiju level brawl for dominance in his brain.

Yes, yes, yes, and YES! I'm so happy you applied their reactions to Tav crushing someone's head to this, because I think they'd both just be so.. HNNNNNG at the sight of Tav absolutely destroying an intruder. Poor Raphael wouldn't have the wherewithal to even react before Tav has the intruder in a choke hold, arms restrained behind their back. Assassin where? Not on Tav's watch. I'm giggling at the idea of Haarlep just mocking them, too. "Awe, looks like someone is a little stuck, hm?" "If your boss happens to come calling, I'll make sure to let them know you're a little.. Tied up." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH And all the while Raphael is just "fuck fucking fuck shit fuck gods damned interruptions I'll kill them, I'll burn them, fuck" And Tav is using her normal alluring tactics to subdue the writhing interloper in her grasp. What a pathetic little display.

My brain automatically moves to.. Tav slitting their throat, covered in blood, and that just DOES THE DEVIL IN. That's it. He doesn't even mind the mess, he's just so enthralled with the way Tav looks all dirty and probably a lil sweaty from the struggle. eroghbvwe;roiughbqlweirug Let me not give TOO MUCH away

"Wrapped With a Bow" part 2 coming VERY SOON! Thank you for your essay, I will absolutely take these ideas into account (especially because you see things the same way that I do) 💕

[bleachedjuice]

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt.3

👹 oooggggaaa boogggaaa

Warnings: Foul language, and pure angst/ mutual pinning(cause im just slick like that)

Enjoy 😌🫡

Staring at the mirror, you felt like hurling your lungs out, 3 in the morning, and here you sat. Or well stood. Utterly aching for breath and not finding it, tears burning your eyes.

The call came to you just moments ago, awaking you from your futile tossing and turnings to try and rest in order to face a day of paperwork for today's morning and afternoon training.

They wouldn't allow you to go.The family got the news last night, after you filed proper paperwork in the middle of the night,and the government received it from Laswell... and then the family was almost immediately notified. But Laswell denied your request to go to her service. Claiming, "that there is bigger things at hand that need you to be here and present y/n. I can not allow you to leave, I'm sorry."

You remembered just grinding your teeth to the point that they still ached, or perhaps that's from your bruised tongue that now was sour and sore with aches from how hard you had bitten down on it whilst she had told you.

Sorry.

She was fucking sorry.

Scoffing you then glared at your disheveled self. Eye bags...hair a mess. And your eyes utterly bloodshot, either from crying in your sleep or the lack of sleep in your system now. Either way, you're livid and exhausted

Almost shoving the sink away from your body, you resumed into motion, away from that small snippet of time that held you, and now here you were. Trudging to your bed, aching, hoping. For any kind of relief that a small amount of sleep would give to you, even for a mere moment. Just a small relief from that reality you had to face in the longer hours of the mornings bitter attitude and feeling in your bones.

Your socked feet padded on the floor quietly, and once your bed came into view as you exited the private bathroom of your barrack, you slammed into its thin cushioning and felt yourself utterly groan into your pillow before a couple movements and later. And here you were. Passed out cold. Saving the last of your strength from yesterday for today.

And out you went, drifting yourself to a somewhat comfortable rest that caused your bones to stop aching the mourning grief that you now felt.

Awakening to your quiet hum of an alarm, you found yourself on autopilot, dragging yourself out of your warm cocoon and into the bathroo where you brushed your teeth and washes your face until you put on deodorant. And only then did you walk out and quiet literally yanked your clothes on, simple black sweats and a tight light clothed under Armour green tee-shirt, before stomping out of your barracks to retrieve the piles of paperwork from Prices office. Yours and Serenas dogtags clinking as you marched.

Your boots scuffed on the cold pavement of the tiles floor as congregating soldiers and privates slid past you in the halls, you were intimidating. Stared at. Gaucked at. Because of the way your face looked, knurled and angry. A scar that proved one thing, you where alive.

And Serena was not.

Groaning at the though, you shoved it down the throat of your brain and back into the pit of your stomach, and felt it sink in the dephs of your chest, making it difficult to breath let alone stand at the moment. And yet you swallowed it and held it and marched your way to Prices office.

Once arriving at the end of the hall, you stood at the dark wooded door. And knocked, your knuckles rapping against the wood three times in a rhythm. And then a low voice awnsered.

"Come in."

Price.

Letting out the breath you've been holding, you twisted the knob, almost retracting at how cold it was. Before entering, and there you stood, eyes locked with fucking König as he sat in one of the two chairs before Prices desk. Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes at him, you then directed your attention to Price, your voice low and guttural. Like a snarling animal.

"Came for Laswells paperwork that she sent for me."

And you read Prices expression, stuttered, but coarse. An acknowledging look. He knew what it was like to lose men, soldiers. Brothers and sisters. He gave a slight tilt of his head that seemed to ask, 'Are you ok?' And you gave him a slight knod. And with one tilt of the head of König, who sat man spread with arms crossed, revealed that he noticed. Narrowing your gaze, you felt your hackles raise,more so the hair on the back of your neck stood right up. And so did your eyes. You could just feel them dilating as you snapped your gaze to him from the corner of your eye to Prices hand, which now held plenty of thick files that needed to be done. That Laswell needed done. Giving a short "Thanks, Price." You left and practically slammed the door behind yourself and slid through the halls like a snake, avoiding conversation, avoiding confrontation. just avoiding. Anyone and anything. And made your way to the kitchen. And with a sweet bliss of one thing going right in your life, your Case of 20oz coconut redbulls laid untouched. With a quick swipe, you held two in one hand, and your paperwork was in the other and solely slicked to the quietness of your "office" that they placed you in for the time being while being out here. Holding all the materials you'd need and file cabinets holding all the information you needed to have. A small corner office,tucked away from everyone and everything with a simple desk with three drawers on each side and a slim long one above the space your legs go, a bulletin board with maps and photos of a trace board you created whilst trying to connect certain things to certain people that you needed to find out. A filling cabinet behind your left side of the swivel chair that was in the room, an simple office chair, and then a lamp in the corner of the room and one on the desk And a simple cacti you placed on the desk to keep you company, placing your files down and then your redbulls you situated your seating in your chair and dove into a quick swig of a energy drink and then into the paperwork you went.

Rubbing your eyes, you then hummed in content, seeing that you now were done. But utterly miserable. Glancing at the clock you gazed at it, your visions blurred before a quick blinking moment stroked it away. 2:45pm.

Not bad. Gave you give or take two hours to have an hour and a half workout or two hours to yourself. With a quick stretch out of your seat, you slammed the rest of the remaining last redbull and tucked your chair in before organizing the folders and made your way to drop them at Prices office. Once doing that, quick and bitter exchange you made your way to the gym area, aching for a good workout to get your mind off of what happened the day before. Anything to get the feeling of her blood and breath off of your mind.

It seemed like eternity,your body aching with sweat and burning from the workout you had encased yourself into. And now here you were, pushing out the still remaining aggressiveness you had over yourself that seemed to never end.

And mid push up, you heard footsteps, and with a quick glance..König. Ignoring the presence of the mountain that had just entered the room, you then felt yourself feeling no use... three hours and no sign of your anger burning out. Nothing. Grunting, you then went to push yourself up only to hear quick steps your way, and before your reflexes could kick in due to the fogged up aggressiveness that haltered it. A knee firmly slammed you down and knocked the choked air out of you.

Laying your palms flat and gritting your teeth, you let out a hiss. You expected it to be someone tolerable. Someone close, Soap or even Simon.

"Get up ."

König. Glaring at him over your shoulder, you felt your nostrils flare as you spoke, guttural. Growling.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

"frech, get me off- "

Cutting himself off, he glowered down toward your ear, and before you could snap back at him, he wrapped his thick forearm around your throat, cutting your air off in a threatening, uncomfortable manner. Reminding you of the ice cold water enveloping you from the night before. Choking you.

"König I'll fuc-"

"Get me off, or else perhaps something like last will occur at the next mission, hm? A dead teamate and then an attack on your own personal? Fix it."

He seemed just as pissed as you. Maybe even more.

Sour nerve. You felt your eye lid twitch before a rumble of a yell erupted from you as you shifted your left knee up and used your palms to push up, thwaking your head back like a rearing mad horse, and struck him right on the head, and off your pushed him before you twisted and practically leapt on the man before colliding a harsh swipe at his chest with the base of your knuckle and gripped his shirt, your legs straddled his mid waist area as your used both your hands to hold his white shirt by the collar and gripped him up, your body to blinded by rage as you barreled down at his gaze, some red tint gleaming through his snipers mask.

"Do not think for one fucking moment that I don't utterly drown in last night's events. Her blood. Her breath. DO YOU FUCKING THINK THAT IT DOESNT FUCKING HAUNT ME?! EVEN FOR A MOMENT? ONE DAY ITS BEEN, AND YOUR ALREADY HOLDING IT OVER MY HEAD."

Your voice cracked with pain, hurt. You felt a burning sensation creep its way to your eyes.

"Do you not think for a moment that I want to go back in time to prevent it? Fuck you König."

Your eyes narrowed as your chest heaved, and you stared at his shocked expression before his gaze narrowed, and before you knew it he left hand had socked you and sent you sprawling as he threw you off of him with his hips and like a bear he was upon you,dragging you toward him by you upper knee area and under him he held you, only invoke you lunging at his loose held figure and sent him and you sprawling backwards, and with the momentum you thrashed forward with, and with him one reflex using his legs to push up, you both did a flip,and your back hit the ground with a thwack as he stared you as he held your shoulders down and his one leg pressed down on your knee. Holding you there. Hissing the words out to you like a panicked mother would to a child.

"Do not think for one moment Y/n that I don't see it. How you are today. I noticed it in Prices office."

And he lowered himself to your level, his gaze holding yours. Mere inches away from your noses touching. His bloodied spot spreading even more on his mask.

"So do not think that I want you to forget it. But now it is time for you to try and get better, to bot let it happen again. That is why I'm here now, that's why I'm here forcing you to feel it. To relive it."

And with a defeated huff, you glowered at him and thrusted your legs up forward and knocked his knee that held your legs down to the side with a swift sift of your weight before shoving him to the left before rolling ontop of him and straddled his hips before gripping his shoulders back at him.

"Do not think I will let that happen again."

"Gut."

And then you realized the position you were in, panting heavily against him. His one large, thick hand holding just above your knee area and the other flat palmed on the ground to brace his upper body. His gaze. And then you felt something below you.... You snapped off him like he had burned you before you spoke harshly, almost nervously at the mere moment.

"Your bleeding, go to med bay König."

"Hm. Fine liebling."

He spoke the last word that you didn't know with a tainting tone. And as you marched out of the gym door, he scoffed and got up,his pants suddenly feeling tight and his body too warm.

And then a mutter.

"Scheiße."

[naesarangyunho]

Make Up Sex- Jeong Yunho

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

NSFW- MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Yunho goes out drinking with San and Mingi and returns home incredibly intoxicated and says something horrible to his wife without thinking. He makes it up to her the next morning though. Contains: Husband! Yunho, Non-Idol au, Some brief angst, Yunho is an ass briefly, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, some domestic fluff at the end

[Word count: 3k]

He wasn't sure why he said it, but he regretted the words the instant that they fell from his tongue.

"For fucks sake, shut the fuck up! My head is killing me and you're making it worse with all your bitching."

He couldn't believe himself and neither could she, judging from the way her brows raised and her eyes widened before her face crumbled.

Never had he ever spoken to her that way and never had he wanted to speak to her that way.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean it, I swear." He tried to reach out for her but she moved out of his reach, tears collecting in her lashes.

"What's come over you, Yunho?"

He reached for her again, "I drank too much, I'm so sorry. Love, I really didn't mean it."

She took a step back, "Don't touch me."

He retracted his hand, "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "You should have thought about that before you lashed out at me. I only said you should have called me if you were going to stay out so late. Am I not allowed to be concerned about my husband?"

"You're allowed to be concerned. I said I'm sorry, Y/N." He gave her a heartbroken look, one that annoyed her right now because his big puppy eyes always made her feel guilty, regardless of whether she was supposed to or not.

"Don't do that."

His brows furrowed, "Do what?"

She just shook her head, "You know what, nevermind. You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

She walked off in the direction of their room before she could see the way his heart dropped and the look in his eyes that accompanied it. She was angry and hurt and didn't want to see his face and have her resolve crumble.

"Y/N, wait!" He called out but she kept her eyes forward, entered their room, and slammed the door.

"I said I was sorry." He mumbled to himself as he stared at the closed door.

He made his way into the living room, stumbling slightly, his bare feet dragging along the polished wooden floors.

He stripped to his t-shirt and boxers and fell forward onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow. God, he was such an idiot. He couldn't believe the way he had yelled at his wife like that.

He knew for a fact that he was in the wrong. He had said he was just going for a quick drink with Mingi and San and would be home before eight. He'd still promised to pick up dinner so she wouldn't have to cook. Instead, he had drunk so much with his friends that he got so completely caught up in alcohol and conversation that the thought to call his wife didn't even pass through his mind and he ended up staggering home at two o'clock in the morning instead.

She had waited up for him, genuine concern on her face as he opened the door and tripped into the house, grabbing the doorframe just in time to avoid falling face-first into the floor.

He hadn't answered his phone and since San and Mingi were just as occupied as him, they didn't answer theirs either. She had been really worried about him but her concern was instantly laced with anger as she realised how intoxicated he was.

His head was aching and she had been asking questions- in retrospect, questions that were appropriate for the situation and not just her nagging him- and he'd snapped at her.

He groaned as he turned onto his side on the couch, pulling his feet up from where they were hanging over the edge.

He really had to make it up to her somehow. But that would have to wait, he thought. She was probably still hurt and livid and he knew it was best to give her space and let her cool down rather than prod further.

He didn't even have a blanket. He wasn't about to go and get one from the room though, so he just curled up and pulled a throw pillow under his head. He deserved this, no disputing that.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

***

When Yunho cracked his eyes open the next morning, the light shining through the living room curtains hitting him in the face, he groaned.

His back ached, his head ached, his mouth was dry and he was getting hot.

Hot?

He looked down at his body- there was a fluffy blanket covering him. He smiled slightly; she didn't hate him completely.

He sat up, yawned, stretched and stood up to make his way to the kitchen.

It was only seven o'clock and being a Saturday, his wife was probably sleeping in.

He made quick work of gulping down some headache tablets and water before leaning back against the counter. He'd been such an ass last night.

He wasn't an overly clingy person but missed his wife and waking up next to her. He felt horribly guilty about last night and really wanted to make it up to her.

Yunho left the kitchen and made his way down the passage to their bedroom and gently pushed the closed door open.

She was still fast asleep. Her face was slightly more puffy than usual and it looked like she had cried herself to sleep. He felt so guilty. They never fought and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd made her cry from anything but pleasure. It hurt.

He crept into bed alongside her and gently wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She stirred as she felt him press a tender kiss to her shoulder.

He pressed another soft kiss to her neck and she moved her head instinctively to let him nuzzle his face into her neck, her body accustomed to this even though she was still half asleep.

"Yunho?" She murmured and he hummed, kissing her neck again.

She cuddled back into his chest, letting him spoon her but her body stiffened as she woke up properly and remembered the previous night's events.

She struggled weakly in his arms but he held her tight against his chest.

"Let me go, Yunho."

"I really am sorry, sweetheart. Please forgive me?"

She stopped squirming and turned in his arms to face him, "Are you really?"

He nodded, "I am. I was very wrong for what I did. I am really sorry and feel horrible about it. I don't like hurting you."

"You really did though, Yunho. I know it sounds stupid because it was just some words but-"

He kissed her softly, "It's not stupid, my love. I was nasty and I hurt you. You didn't deserve such unkind words when all you were was worried about me."

She reached a hand up to stroke his sleep-mussed hair, "I can't stay mad at you and those puppy eyes of yours for long. I forgive you but don't yell at me like that again, okay? I highly doubt the couch is comfortable."

He let out a small laugh, "It is not."

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her mouth, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?"

She smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand, "Oh? How are you intending to do that?"

He gave her a mischievous grin before leaning in to kiss her properly and pull her tighter against his body. She smiled against his mouth before returning the kiss, her hand resting on the nape of his neck.

It didn't take long for the slow, lazy make out session to turn into heated kisses and tongues meeting.

His hands slid down her body to cup her backside and push her hips against his. He was hardening against her and she couldn't help but press herself against him, heat pooling in her stomach and her body seeking friction as her arousal blossomed within her.

He rolled his hips into hers and she gasped into his mouth, a hand shooting down to grip his hip and hold him against her as she pressed herself hard against him, grinding against his hard dick in lazy circles.

He bit her lip, a large hand sliding into her panties to grip her bare ass.

Her hand slid up from his hip and under his shirt, brushing over his stomach to rest on his chest, just above his heart.

She found comfort in the way she could feel it beat beneath her palm. She was being honest when she said she couldn't stay mad at him- she loved him too much. She had loved him for so long and with each passing wedding anniversary, she found herself loving him impossibly more. Her heart was so full of affection for this man.

"What's up?" He questioned, pulling back a little to look at her.

She just shook her head with a small smile, "Nothing. I'm just thinking about how terribly in love I am with you,"

He slid his hand up under her shirt and placed it down over her heart between the valley of her breasts, mirroring her actions, "That should be my line, sweetheart."

He gave her a small smile before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers again. The hand resting above her heart moved over to cup one of her breasts instead and she gasped as he lightly kneaded the soft flesh.

His mouth moved to her jaw and neck, tracing the column of her throat with his kisses. He rolled his hips into hers again and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her.

The sound spurred him on, hand moving from her breast to slide slowly over her stomach and into her panties.

She pushed against his hand involuntarily, her body seeking even the smallest amount of friction.

Undiluted desire coursed through his body as he slid his fingers up through her wetness to her clit and could feel it practically pulsing beneath his fingertips.

His dick was painfully hard at this point and aching to be buried inside his wife.

He lazily circled her clit with a finger before pushing two fingers into her. She took them well, whimpering as they stroked along her walls. His long, pretty fingers have always been so good at reaching places she couldn't by herself and conjured up new heights of pleasure in her.

He kissed her neck and moved his mouth to the shell of her ear, "Do you want my fingers or my dick?"

She pushed down against his hand, "Can't I have both?"

He chuckled and kissed her, "Of course you can, sweetheart. Anything for you."

He picked up the pace of his fingers a little, curling them so they brushed along her g-spot perfectly with each stroke.

"Oh, Yunnie," She sighed and he caught her lips in a tender kiss.

There was no rush, he moved his fingers at a leisurely pace, not too fast and not too slow. Just at the right pace to prolong her pleasure as long as he could.

She moved her hips, urging his fingers deeper inside of her but she didn't rush him. She enjoyed it like this occasionally, enjoyed him making love to her instead of fucking her.

He sped up a little more as he felt her breathing become very laboured and felt her walls clench around his fingers.

"Yunho," She moaned and with a few more strokes of Yunho's fingers, she fell apart, her hands scrambling to grip onto whatever part of him she could.

He kissed her neck softly, nibbling at the skin as he let her ride out her orgasm before removing his fingers.

He wiped his hand on the bed sheet and despite still being fuzzy from her orgasm, she poked him.

"How many times have I told you not to do that? You're not the one who has to do the laundry."

He chuckled and kissed her, "Sorry, ma'am."

"Hmm. Make it up to me. Go ahead and do what you promised to do."

He laughed again, tugged her panties down and kicked off his boxers before turning her over on her side so that he was spooning her.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh."

Still on his side he lifted her top leg and pushed forward and let his dick slide through her folds, brushing her clit briefly.

"Help me a little, sweetheart."

She reached back under her leg and gripped him and guided him inside of her.

He inhaled sharply at the sensation of gliding into her in this position, her previous orgasm making it easier. While this position didn't provide a lot of leverage to thrust up into her, it did provide a new angle that allowed him to push into her sensitive spot with each thrust and it also made her squeeze tighter around him.

He thrusted up slowly, pushing against her g-spot almost perfectly and she gasped out a moan, her hand shooting down to cover the one he had holding her thigh up.

He pushed his face into her neck, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses on her skin and the sensation only added further tension to the knot steadily tightening in her belly with each leisurely thrust of Yunho's dick.

Yunho groaned against her neck, "You feel so good, love. So tight for me."

She just whimpered, unable to formulate a response as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

He picked up the pace as much as this position would allow him to and she squeezed her walls around his dick, helping him chase after his own orgasm.

He moaned against her neck and bit her lightly. She moaned at the feeling of his teeth on her skin and started to meet his thrusts as best she could.

Eventually, Yunho pulled out very briefly and quickly turned her onto her back before driving back into her with a renewed fervour.

"Oh, fuck, Yunho."

Yunho kissed her, groaning against his lips as his orgasm began to approach him very swiftly. He tried to tide it back a little longer. This was meant to be about his wife and making her feel good, he didn't want to cum first.

"Sweetheart, I need you to cum for me." He pleaded breathlessly, fingers moving between their bodies to find her clit.

She reached up to grip his shoulders, her nails scratching at his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, my love. Cum for me, sweetheart."

All it took was those words and one more perfectly angled thrust and then she was coming apart beneath him with a choked cry of his name.

A few more thrusts and he followed after her, spilling himself inside of her. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his to hold him there for just a little longer.

He kissed her gently before pulling out and rolling off of her to lay next to her and catch his breath.

Neither of them said anything for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their orgasms for a moment.

Yunho turned on his side, holding himself up by his elbow and resting his head in his hand as he reached his other hand out to cup her face, his thumb stroking along the skin of her cheek.

"Am I forgiven now?"

She poked his stomach playfully, "I already said you were. But you've definitely made it up to me."

He smiled and kissed her.

"Okay, let's clean up and then I'll make you breakfast," Yunho said, sitting up and scooting over to the edge of the bed.

She sat up quickly, "Absolutely not."

"What?"

"You're not cooking. Last time you tried, you burnt the food so badly I couldn't save it."

He gasped indignantly and pointed an accusatory finger at her, "Hey, that was your fault! You were the one that initiated the make out session that distracted me!"

She blushed lightly but remained resolute, "Be that as it may, you're not going near the stove again."

He gave her puppy eyes, this time on purpose, and she huffed dramatically.

"Damn you. Fine, you handle the toast and I'll handle the eggs and bacon. Does that make you feel better?"

"A little."

She laughed and crawled over to him on the bed to kiss him.

"Distracting me again?"

"Maybe."

She kissed him again, longer this time.

"Love, I know what you're trying to do. I'm hungry though and not just for you. Breakfast first and then maybe we can find another use for the countertop after."

She bit his lip, "Promise?"

He kissed her again before standing up and walking to their en suite bathroom, "Promise!"

She jumped out of bed and ran up to him, slapping his ass with a giggle.

"Hey!"

She stuck her tongue out at him before hopping in the shower ahead of him.

He watched her for a second. God, he loved that woman so much.

"Keep standing there like that and I'll use all the hot water."

"No, you will not. I'm coming."

And then he was in the shower with her, and more giggles filled the room as they messed around and teased each other further.

It was good to have things back to the way they were before. As fun as make up sex had been, he planned on never having a reason to do it again. No more fighting.

A/N: Reminder that requests are open♡

[tideloop]

Fugue

It'd been at least half an hour of checking every Moon Snail shell they'd unlocked this loop — plus at least a couple they hadn't — before Firth caught sight of his rogue companion. Unfortunately for him, Kril happened to be at the end of the hardest gauntlet the Bleached City had to offer. He had no idea why Kril chose this spot to sightsee — out of spite or masochism or what — but considering the last time he felt a rewind was before he started searching, he got the feeling Kril wouldn't be coming back to the mainland anytime soon.

They'd done this parkour course before, a couple loops after Kril got his shit sorted, so Firth wasn't worried. Not when he stared at the unending pale abyss below, nor when he recounted the endless plummet that followed any previous failed attempts. Nope. Not worried at all.

His stomach felt like it was doing the parkour already. Firth kept himself from looking down, with half a mind to kick Kril over the edge when he got there.

Stowaways firmly secured onto his shell, he gripped his makeshift grappling hook with claws that definitely weren't shaking, aimed at the first hook, and swung.

A dozen rewinds later, Firth scrambled up onto the platform at the end of the gauntlet, brief panic on his face turning into glee, pride, then livid annoyance in turn. After taking a few moments to cool down from the adrenaline high, Firth stormed over to where Kril was sitting on the edge. He didn't even turn to look.

“Hey, what the shell's your problem, coming all the way out here to sightsee?!” he barked. “I spent, like, an hour looking for you! Could've at least told me "hey, I'm going to the Old Ocean to stare into the Drain for cod knows how long"—”

“Firth.”

He stopped dead. Kril's voice was quiet, reverent in a way he'd never heard before. Wrong.

Kril looked back at him, eyes wide and glassy, antennae held forwards as though drawn in by the Spiral.

“Do you hear it?”

He... didn't. There was nothing to hear out here in Old Carcinia, besides the shrieking of the long-Gunked guards that had mostly been taken out already. “What're you talking about? I don't hear anything.”

Kril blinked. “Listen.”

Silently, Firth walked up to the edge and sat beside him. The abyss spiralled below, infinitely draining downwards, past the Praya Dubia they knew lurked beneath. He strained to make out any vibrations, but came up with nothing. Somewhat worried now, he turned to Kril, who met his glance with empty eyes.

“It's calling. The Whorl.”

“You need to get some sleep, pal,” Firth replied, deadpan. He got up, pulling on Kril's bandanna with one claw. “C'mon, let's get outta here.”

He was met with resistance. Kril wasn't getting up.

“I'm not leaving without you, let's go,” he urged, tugging insistently. When Kril still didn't respond, he sighed, letting go of his bandanna and instead grabbing Kril's claw. “Cod, you're the worst.”

When his attempts once again proved futile, he sighed, pulled at his antennae irritatedly, and after a moment, sat down again. If Kril was going to act weird, he might as well enjoy the view alongside him.

Kril kicked his feet idly, antennae swaying in the gentle current. With his wide, glassy eyes and otherwise relaxed face, Firth wouldn't have been surprised if there were no thoughts in his head whatsoever. Either that, or it was so full of nonsense that no rational thoughts could be gleaned from it anyway.

Thinking about it, he'd seen Kril like this before, hadn't he? On his first loop, when they'd fallen into the Unfathom and gotten separated. When they'd finally found each other, Kril looked haunted, eyes wide and claws shaking like he'd seen a ghost. Or, maybe more accurately, like a ghost had been talking to him.

He couldn't say he was a fan.

Sighing, Firth swallowed his pride, and quietly asked, “what's it saying?”

Kril stilled for a moment, legs stopped mid-swing. His eyes narrowed a touch. Just as quietly, he replied, “It wants this to end.”

“Ha! It and me both, pal. But we're no closer to finding a way out, so it sounds like it'll just have to wait.”

Kril's shoulders drooped just enough to be noticeable, his mouth tugging into a soft frown with them. Firth grimaced. Ah. He understood the problem now.

He found himself reaching out and ever-so-gently taking Kril's claw in his own in an uncharacteristic display of sympathy. “We'll escape, Kril. It's only a matter of time.”

Kril's only response was a tight squeeze of his claw.

[aita-blorbos]

(pokemon oc)

AITA for taking an old pokemon to competitives?

So I (16 F) finished my school course a while ago, got a broad team and became a champion, but I tended to stick to casual fights, wasn't too interested in competitives and i don't plan on dedicating to it.

My cousin (18+), on the other hand, they are a battle league trainer. They train pokemon for competitive use and all, but they also watch over their health. They have this "retired" one- let's call it V- that they said is too old for competitives, but is still energetic and still likes fights, but they're too busy to put actual dedication on taking care of V and taking him to easier combats or long rides. So they sent it over to me, that way it can be taken care of and taken to adventures and all that stuff and overall get a nice retirement. (This was something we talked beforehand, dw! we love him and agree that he's too good to be sent to the box)

So recently I was admitted for an academy, and of course I took V with me alongside with my main guys.

it's a good one, I still can go to the wild to explore and take V with me, some classes actually take place out there. Here's the catch, though, students here are BONKERS about competitives, they carefully plan their strats and all, and have clubs dedicated to competitive battling. I ended up joining one myself, plus we're all just students so it's not like i thought we'd be able to take it TOO far. I learned about strategies, team matching, and even gave my team some better training and new additions so that I can make my own atrategies. Of course, V, already being trained for these kind of battles, is a BEAST at these. I got it an assault vest and taught it flare blitz and extreme speed.

Now this is the point where I'm starting to think I'm TA. First, extreme speed is a move that absolutely requires the pokemon to react fast and move even faster, though V can pull it off well despite being an old guy. Secondly, flare blitz is a move that harms the one attacking, so even if he obliterates the foes he still gets some damage from it. And thirdly, sometimes the more dedicated trainers can have pokemon with moves that can OHKO him, like hydro pump or stone edge, though so far V hasn't shown sign of not wanting to fight. Fourthly "not being in competitive fights" was the core of this decision of him being sent to me but these are not the big leagues?

I told my cousin about all this and they were Livid, they said that V is bound to getting seriously hurt during these, and that I should forbid him from fighting in here, but V looks pretty ok to me, and I'm starting to think that my cousin might have misjudged him and these are not bad for him at all, he's still with me as trading long distance is forbidden in the academy. (Plus I don't wanna give him back)

Part of me thinks I'm doing the right thing, trust is an important part of being a trainer and I trust V, and I'd hate to leave him aside and continue with him out of my team. But part of me is worried that they may be right and I should trust their judgement over V's. I still take him to our comppetitives and nothing really has changed, V might aswell not actually be too old for serious battles, but still, AITA?

Extra info: V's kind is too rare to actually for sure know his livespan. I've considered switching either extreme speed or flare blitz out of his moveset but it just isn't the same.

[yoonyia]

dying because I thought about miro Jane for 2 seconds and it's so upsetting

it's also very much what orson scott would do and i don't know how to feel about that

like that was my goal

buttttt

Jane is dying because Jane Val can't really hold Jane together that well, Jane is too much that it kinda exhausts the connections pretty quickly, unexpected thing that happens is one of Jane and Miros sons are also dying, and Jane had a strong enough philtonic connection with her kid to become her kid

miro dosent want that because how can I love my child when he now contains the person I called my wife, how can I love you or him the same way, I will lose both of you and have to deal with a stranger that reminds me of all the people I lost, all that could have, should have, been

don't you see what you're doing to me Jane, don't leave me I need you, you can't leave me so soon

and Jane being Jane is like

love me anyways, I'm sorry I only know one love, I dont know the difference between wife and child but I will love you in whatever life I am, ill still be me and I'll be our son too, love me as your wife if you must, love me as your child if you can, or simply just love me if I'm a stranger

I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I cannot give up the human life just for you miro

you mean so much to me but my life means a lot too, I won't leave you miro I love you but let me live on. If not for me then for the sake of faster then light speed travel, or think of it as repayment for giving you back your body, anything to make this ok.

Then miro being miro will be like

Nothing jane, nothing will make this ok, i will look for you everyday, i will hate my child, I will curse him for stealing you away from me and I will destroy myself without you, then i would drive myself insane for hurting you, dont leave me, dont leave me and then start begging at the feet of her bed

then jane will say some sappy stuff she saw online like Good bye my husband, I will love you once more and forever. and then die and then their son would wake up from a coma in perfect health and his 2 older siblings would rejoice and then miro would see Jane die and cry the most depressing cry you've ever heard then proceed to become abusive and hateful and self destructive (like mother like son i guess) and Jane son (I don't have a name for miroane children yet sorry) would just watch being really sad and act sometimes like a child and sometimes like Jane and most people would be like "oh he's so much like his mom" and miro would be absolutely livid

I dont know man thoughts

also ignore the bad writing I genuinely do not have the mental capabilities to make it good right now (or ever, really)

also more about Jack the fish

he can't die

well he can but it's the "dosent die unless killed" thing

so he's just kinda chilling seeing everyone go through horrible horrible situations (he also speaks for Peter 2s and si wang mus death if that means anything)

there's this story idea I had of a world 2000 years FURTHER into the future of Jack chilling on this almost eternally autumn planet and then meeting one of Jane's or enders or even beans descendants and then taking her on a joy ride across colonies then trapping her on an ocean planet (his home planet) because he just kinda forgot about her

he didn't mean to trap her he just forgot and ruined this poor girls life

I'm thinking of there being an ending of all the fishes slowly dying out on his home planet and Jack just getting the whole of the fish aiua in his body alone making him have a full consciousness and not like, 1/324th of one. and that whole aiua being shoved into this one human body messes with him and sends him into either insanity or really really bad depression. And he's less "oh yea this is how humans are supposed to act, mhm yes definitely" (proceeds to be a pretty convincing human) and more "yea I'm a bunch of fish in a human fleshcoat and I have to deal with that, yea I'm weird I can't really do anything about it sorry"

so he chases down jane (who's currently now some Latino lady in her late 30s) and talks to her and makes her upset because he's being a real big bummer right now, like dude you ok

and then he goes to the lustainia and sees the piggies and the hivequeen and they talk about him technically being an alien just like them and that he should get a book too and it's upsetting that ender is dead and isn't there to write it

then he says something like "well jane didn't a book either, you 2 were lucky" and they just all kinda sit together in the now more genetically diverse lustania and then he gets a call from the kid and she's not a kid anymore she's like 70+ and dying and she just wants to leave for gods sake so he brings her to lustaina while she's dying and let's her die in his arms or something and he lies there next to what used to be where rooter was, and just quietly sing or hum or something and all the aliens that exist (cause jane is in the trees remember) all sing a chorus and it kinda ends there

I dont know what to do with the ending it's just kinda there

I dont mind it that much but I will probably change it

enderverse brainrot is real and its not fun

also what are your thoughts about bean body dysmorphia

also also I really wanna talk about Achilles but the other one

what is his name? Arkansas?

THAT WAS NOT WHAT I WROTE BUT THATS HILARIOUS

anyways I love him, I remember I loved him

need more that dude

anyways gonna draw for Palestine now good bye