#harding : what is in the water of the 100th

[rikiislvr]

tired - nishimura riki

small drabble :)

pairing: niki x afab!reader <3

you sighed, laying on the empty bed, niki was supposed to be home a hour ago, he hasn’t answered any calls or messages, you were starting to get worried.

he told you beforehand that he felt really weak, which is what encouraged you to try to get him to stay home from dance practice today, but he went anyways.

he’s been tired, real drowsy.

he wasn’t in the right shape to dance right now.

you sighed again, checking the clock on your night stand, 1:30am.

before you could text him again for the 100th time, you heard the front door of your apartment open, you quickly sat up as you heard small footsteps make its way to your closed door,

the door opened and there stood niki, head down, hood on, he dropped his bag, you couldn’t see his face, “niki..” you whisper, he walked over slowly and sat beside you on the bed, you frowned at his obvious tired state.

you stood up and between his legs, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you, his eyes were low, small eye bags under his eyes, he was tired.

“oh my poor baby..” you frown and whisper, “i’m sorry… i said i wouldn’t go all out.. but i always try to do better..” he sighed and looked down, you felt your heart clench,

you lift his face again, “please don’t apologize. you’re too hard on yourself niki.” you cup his face, he sighed and closed his eyes,

you suddenly walked to the bathroom, coming back with makeup wipes to remove his eye makeup, he was too tired to do it himself so you did it for him.

you grabbed a wipe and gently wiped his closed eyes, he felt useless but, he liked how he could let himself go when he was with you, he didn’t feel like.. he HAD to do something. he could finally relax.

you finished removing his makeup, and tapped his arms, “lift.”

he lifts his arms and you remove his hoodie, leaving him in his white tank top, “do you wanna shower?” you tilt your head,

he nods and got up, you kiss his cheek before he made his way to the bathroom, you waited for him patiently as he showered, you in the meantime,

organized his bag, and put his clothes in the laundry basket, anything to help him.

he’s been going through so much lately, it was the least you could do,

suddenly the bathroom door opens shortly after the water was cut off, he comes out in fresh pajamas, hair slightly damped, but he still looked so tired,

you frown and lay in the bed, “cmere.” you open your arms, he slowly climbed onto the bed and laid on your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck.

you rub his back softly, he sighed in comfort, “thank you.” he mumbled, you smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“i’m sorry.. im just so tired lately.. im trying to do better but i-

you cut him off with a shh,

“you’re doing your best. i see it all okay? you need some rest, it’s okay to take breaks love.” you reassure him, he nods and hugged you tighter,

it was this moment when he realized, you were his safe spot, his home.

you made him feel valid, he never had to hide the way he felt around you. you never judged. you reassured and treated him with kindness.

it was all he needed after long days of being a idol.

and with that, he slowly closed his eyes, his breathing slowed softly as he began to fall asleep in your arms, you notice his body relaxing, all the tense leaving,

you couldn’t help but smile.

“goodnight ki.. i love you.” you whisper softly before kissing the top of his head, you couldn’t see, but he smiled softly in his sleep, his grip around your waist getting tighter as if he was afraid you’d disappear.

he needed you, and you needed him.

a/n: idk i felt a little ☹️ today .. i miss niki i love niki. gosh i hope he’s getting good rest lately

taglist: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet

[tyuggyuuu]

Just accidentally.

Pairing Karina x fem!reader 🔞 / fifth member of Aespa

Synopsis Accidentally walking up almost naked to your member hotel room, who is also one of your enemies for years.

Warning contains smutx, dirty talk, cursing, using toys, degrading, petnames (mostly slut,whore, princess) dom!Karina and sub!reader, fingering, toying, striping.

Wc : 1,5k

It was just a normal day, like always, doing your scheduled works and practicing really hard for your concert as the concert was close. While rehearsing, you couldn't stop looking at one member, Karina. It wasn't because you were jealous or anything, like always being envious of someone, but something else was happening today. Yeah, it was captivating to watch how her flawless body moved and her curves seemed to be begging to be embraced.

Just before your eyes could switch their gaze, the girl noticed, and her face flashed into a daring smirk, which she always had whenever she was around you.

Your breath hitches as she steps closer to you. "What are you looking at, princess?" Her words spin your mind, causing you to pause a little. You reply, "Nothing, why do you care? Just do your practice, man!" Moving your body, you face your back to her, but you can still feel her frowning face from behind.

"I know you imagined something, right?" Her smirk appeared again, which you could feel just from behind as you have known her for more than years. "Whatever, Karina, do your practice or else-" you stopped when you felt a hand around your waist. Her hands' softness could make anyone weak, and you being wet was just way too overwhelming. "There was something I thought would hurt you." She took her hand off, making you gasp.

The eyes of both of you didn't even try to look at the other side where poor Giselle was trying to stop your fight for the 100th time. "Stop, guys, not this time. I don't want you two to ruin our day. It's literally the concert, and our fans will go crazy if they notice. Be friendly," she finished.

"Be friendly? With her?? I can't," you scoffed before leaving the two, but Karina gazed at you as you left.

The biggest reason to hate her was that she was dating your crush, even after knowing he was your crush. You hated how you happily told her you liked someone, and the next day you saw her with that man you liked a lot.

But the past is the past. You let them both go, and even after some days, you heard they both broke up. But still, it hits you that she betrayed you. And now it looks like, she doesn't even give a fuck about what she did to you.

The happiness on your face can be seen by everyone when you walk to your hotel room after the concert. You loved your fans so much that you ended up crying a little on the stage after seeing their overwhelming support for you.

You wouldn't believe that the other members were still busy because their schedules were much busier than yours. You usually did things earlier to prevent any inconveniences later for your rest.

(well the over happiness can cause you too forget to much things lmao) spoiler

As you reach your room, you feel the exhaustion from the concert and know you need a quick bath to relax. You turn on the water, and as soon as you step in, the warm water touches your skin, instantly calming you. The steam rises around you, and your muscles start to loosen. It’s a fast bath, but enough to wash away the tiredness and help you feel refreshed.

Before you could relax and enjoy yourself, you heard the doorknob of your room opening unexpectedly at that hour. "Who is it?" you asked, with a relaxed tone knowing that only staff or members could enter, and there were plenty of CCTV cameras to monitor.

"When there was no response to your question, curiosity sparked and goosebumps rose as you stepped out to investigate. "Why are you here, Karina?" you inquired, forgetting to cover yourself as you quickly got up to check.

Your half-naked body glistened in the room, catching her gaze as she couldn't tear her eyes away. Your focus was on her lips, which were inadvertently flirting and biting, leaving you unable to think or act in that moment.

"I should be the one asking you that, you know?" Her words caused you to flinch slightly. You were confused by her statement and asked, "Why would you be the one asking this?" Your eyebrows raised in question, but you couldn't decipher any meaning after a stressful and busy day.

"This is my room," she stated, her eyes fixed on your glowing body. Before you could fully process the situation and look around to realize the unfamiliar surroundings, her hand slid onto your waist. You were only wearing a plain white shirt and panties, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Her eyes were locked on your lips, and yours on hers. "I might..." she began to say with a hot, deep voice that made you feel aroused and eager to be with her in bed. "Please..." you blurted out, unable to control your desire. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, but she just smirked, leaving your hand there in a mix of relief and defeat.

The two of you reached for each other's lips the moment you felt the need to be intimate. "Fuck," you mumbled, still able to feel her smirking at your vulnerability. The kiss was more than just a kiss; it was becoming more passionate by the second. The tongue war was intense, and in the end, she emerged as the victor.

"Do you like it?" she asked, one hand on your waist and the other on your ass. You moaned uncontrollably from the pleasure you were receiving as she started to lick your neck and shoulder, giving you hard and wet kisses. "You're so good," you spoke out, the praise only making her more intense as she slapped your ass.

"It will be even better if you strip for me, won't it? You will, right?" Her smirk and dominating tone made you feel submissive in your mind, and you did as she asked.

She sat comfortably on the master bed as she undressed herself and watched you strip for her. "Just wait until I have my way with you, my cute little slut," she said, her words turning you on even more and making you impatient. You got on your knees and crawled to her naked as she spread her legs, asking you to pleasure her, which you did without hesitation.

Her moans grew louder as you pleasured her, your tongue playing with her clit and her pussy. "Damn it, you whore. You know...ahh, fuck, I'm going to punish you for making me feel this good," she said, her breathing interrupted by your intense actions. You didn't stop until she reached her climax, her cum covering your mouth, which you shamelessly licked and swallowed.

"Good girl, now come here," she said, tapping the bed next to her. You lay down, and she went to grab something else.

"You want me to pleasure you more than you want it, right, princess?" She asked, caressing the strands of hair on the sides of your face. Karina stood in front of you with a toy on her waist, her words making you nod quickly in reaction, which caused her to scoff a little at your impatience.

"Mommy, please," you pleaded with puppy eyes as she grabbed your breasts and played with each of them, her other hand down there fingering your holes, and moans escaping your mouth without hesitation.

"Fuck," you whimpered when her two fingers inserted into you and she played with your cunt. "Cum for me, princess, if you need a ride to heaven tonight," she said, her hand moving from your clit to your holes in and out, causing you to reach your climax and cum on her fingers.

She inserted the toy into your walls and started thrusting, causing you to whimper even louder as she was now fucking you with a dildo. "You're so tight, aren't you?" She smirked and began thrusting harder with each motion, making you feel like you were in heaven every second.

"Ah, you, please, make me cum, please mommy, ah, fuck me harder!" You managed to say, the words making her frown before you could release your cum. She stopped and looked at you. "You can't cum right now, You can only cum when I tell you to." You grunted as she inserted it again, both of you moaning and filling the room with your sounds and loudness.

"I want to, ah, please let me," you started to cry and whimper for her to let you cum, but her dominating self wouldn't allow it. "No," she said, making you whimper even harder as she thrust one last time and let you cum for now. After making out for a whole fifteen minutes, you both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. "Are we good now?" You asked as you lay facing each other.

"Only if you pleasure me like this every time I ask you to. I didn't know you were this good sucker," she said, making you chuckle and roll your eyes at her. "You know you're going to get punished if you roll your eyes like that at me," she said, smirking.

[berlinswifey]

Caught up on Twitch - Agent 00

Warning - Smut, cussing… that’s mostly it

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I was relaxing on Agent’s bean bag as he was screaming at his chat for the 100th time that night, probably about his big ass forehead.

“Chat y’all STAY dick riding bro!” He said as he got up to get a bottle of water for himself.

Getting up, I sat down in his chair and started talking to the chat cause I was lowkey bored.

“Hey guys! I’m bored, give me something to do,” I exclaimed reading the chat messages.

Eezybakeoven: TRUTH OR DARE!!!!!!!!

AgentsMaker: My wife frfr guys…

Bigjustbust: Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!

Agentgurl_00: Truth or dare

“Din, wanna do truth or dare?” I said turning around but he was already pressed up behind me. Like nigga moveeeeee. “Bro what are you doing, back up.”

“Girl who is you talking to, you’re in MY chair, talking to MY stream. Get up.” He tilted the chair to push me out of it.

I kissed my teeth and stood up and sat on the other chair while glaring at Agent who just sat down with a big ass smile on his face like everything is sweet.

“Anyways chat, I came up with a great idea. We should play truth or dare,” This nigga,“Totally an original idea, so let’s do it guys, I’m gonna turn on text-to-speech, yall don’t be weird.”

[YoMamaHouse Donated 1 Dollar:

I dare one of you to tell us something nobody knows!!!]

“You wanna do or should I, Din?”

“You can go right ahead.”

“Okay, so I am in love with one of my closest friends. Next person!” I smiled and continued on while I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I looked everywhere but at him.

[Nutonmyface6969 Donated 1 Dollar: Make out with any food in the fridge for a minute]

“I got this one,” he got up and went to the fridge and grabbed an apple.

He took the apple and and stared at it for a good few seconds before starting, he was giving it light pecks before he started to tongue down the apple, licking it sensual while keeping eye contact, to say this was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen was an understatement. I was getting turned from just watching a man make out with a fruit. I know how Daphne felt in Bridgerton now.

“And time, good job lover boy. Y’all gonna get married now?” I giggled before turning away from the camera to gather myself cause girlllllll.

“Chat, we’ll be back in a few minutes. I gotta go handle something.” He paused the stream and turned me around and pulled me to him.

“Bro what are you doing! We were in the middle of something!” I kept on rambling until I was cut off by a pair of lips. I was shocked for a minute before I kissed back and deepened the kiss. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of his lap.

“Wait baby, let’s go to your bed first.” He nodded, looking dazed and picked me up, practically running to his room and threw me on the bed.

He leaned down on top of me and kissed my jaw down to my neck while my hands were pinned up over my head with his left hand, preventing me from touching him. His tongue swirled around my neck as I squirmed and moaned.

“Let me touch you baby, I wanna feel you,” I moaned while tugging my hands.

He gazed at me through his hooded eyes and let go of my hands. They immediately grasped his hair and he let out a strained sigh and proceeded to pull my shorts off my body.

“No underwear on? You were ready for this, weren’t you?” He said as he flipped me over on my knees and started to finger me. I moved against his hand while letting out soft moans. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Let me get a taste baby, let me taste you.”

I moaned as he started to eat me out from behind, I struggled to stay up on my arms and let my chest collapse onto the bed and started breathing heavily. He landed a hard smack to my ass as he spread my folds and stuck his tongue inside of me. He’s not the first person I’ve been with but he is the best.

He found my clit, flicking it with his tounge before he shove two fingers in me, “You’re dripping baby.” I wanted to say something but everything just came out as a whine or a moan. His hands spread my ass, his thumb finding its way to my hole before he slipped it in.

I let out a scream and he used his other hand to rub my back as he tried to soothe me. I was so close from the immense pleasure from him eating me and fingering my ass as well. I started moaning louder as I was nearing my release and he could feel it too, he pulled his thumb out of my ass and started to rub my clit vigorously until I started squirting all over the bed and his face.

“Let it out girl, let it all out,” he said as he continued to rub my clit, helping me ride out my orgasm. He flipped me over and kissed me as I tasted myself on his tongue.

“You ready babe?” He asked lining himself up—, wait when did he take his pants off?????

Oh well, who cares?

I nodded and then felt him sheathed himself inside of me in a single stroke.

My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I whimpered as he started off slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

“Yes!” I choked out. Using his right hand to spread my leg out more to allow him to go deeper. I could barely catch my breath as he started to go faster, the head board rocking against the wall. Pinned down by both his cock and his hand on my leg . A line of sensations hit me, each more pleasurable than the last.

I looked up at him, admiring his features as he focused on pleasing me. The sweat that rolled off his forehead already, the way his eyebrows scrunched up and the stare he kept onto my face as he started to thrust faster and harder.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned,“you’re taking me so well baby. You finna cum baby?” I nodded, “Yeah?” I nodded again, “Yeah?” I moaned out a loud yes as he started chuckling.

“Cum with me baby.”

I started to unravel onto him and I could’ve sworn I saw stars bro. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he came inside of me with a heavy sigh.

“Din?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

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AND THIS IS IT GUYS

it’s not the best cause I did do this last minute so I didn’t proofread it. So there may be some errors.

But tell me how you guys liked it!!!!

💜💜💜

[sigmasoyboy]

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]

Was suggested on instagram to write from Gage's POV and thinking about how I would ever write from someone who's been essentially dog lobotomized actually got me thinking so hard I started writing. The formatting of this one is a reading nightmare but the never ending run-on sentence tightly packed into one block of text feels the most appropriate to a dog's inner thoughts so… You have to suffer for the sake of art™️

cw: ableist and misogynistic language, PTSD, panic attack, murder, vomit, loss of humanity through being genetically spliced with a dog

Right now there is only [RUNNING] and [PANTING] and the wind whipping your face and twigs digging into your paw pads and snapping under your weight and the sweat tickling the inside of your thigh as it rolls down the expanse of your (ever) hairless leg. You almost want to throw your hands down into the decaying grass and leaves to propel your body further but (something) keeps you anchored to your bipedal ways, your body knows it was never made for sprinting on all four but your body was also bent once and could probably be bent further all the way to the other side transhumanised so far the evolutionary path to break all knowns nomenclature and classification and leap from (human) to [DOG] just as you do out of the shrubbery as soon as your hear [YOUR NAME], toes skidding into the overgrown lawn as you halt, tongue hanging out dumbly trying as you might to bring moisture back into your bone dry mouth. The useless instincts you (forcefully) have inherited work against you but thankfully [HE!!!] turns on the garden hose [HE!!] uses to bath you with and fresh water springs out, splattering everywhere against your open mouth. There used to be a better way to drink but you (forgot) how so you chew at the air trying to catch this pesky pesky water into your mouth while getting drenched, you were hot anyway, running so so hot from all the excess dopamine secreted by your happy happy dumb brain, so easily pleased.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS]; it’s the 100th time you thought this exact thing today not with words or inner monologue only pure unadulterated stabs at your mesocorticolimbic circuit, things are only [GOOD] or [BAD] not in terms of the morals (you lacked) but in terms of [PLEASURE] and [PAIN], so simple and so good like quenching your thirst and moving your limbs and eating and shitting and nerve endings being stimulated by a [GOOD SCRATCH] just like [HE] is doing right now immediately replacing the serotonin from the water [HE] just shut off, not having a care in the world for how greasy your (hair) feels or the way you wildly shake off to dry yourself or the fact that you are (not) a dog at all. You wouldn’t get any of it anyway because all you understand now is [ANGRY] and [SOFT] tone so as long as [HE] coos at (you) softly [HE] can say anything and (you) would happily (giggle) and [RUB YOUR HEAD] against his big calloused hands even if he was (talking shit). You were liberated against your (will) and you are too dumb to realize it, of course you are why would you ever stop and try to think when you can just march alongside [HIM] like [HE TAUGHT] [YOU]] like a good stupid fuckass (dog) getting all [EXCITED] because you realize [HE] is walking towards the [KITCHEN] which can only mean any and all (doubt) or [FEAR] that’s desperately trying to join each others can be [SILENCED] by a motherfucking spoonfull of [PEANUT BUTTER HOLY SHIT] sticky and salty and obstructing your airway momentarily but thank goodness you still know how to breath through your (nose) while you smack your (lips) desperately trying to (get away from the [DELICIOUS TREAT] clawing at the leathery cushion with your splitting nails nerve endings stimulated by [HURT HURT HURT FUCK what did you do why were you bad why is this happening to you this wasn’t supposed to happen you weren’t supposed to get caught in the first place but the [BITC H] squealed and slipped through your fingers and now you’re the one being [GUD LA DET SLUTTE VÆR SÅ SNILL] you should’ve made a bigger hole and (fucked it) so [BAD] no one will ever be able to identify your whore bitch corpse you r eally fucked up this time you can barely breathe through any hole now in out in out in out head heavy with the weight of ([HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS]) getting really really light so much so you don’t feel your (claws) slicing until the victim became unrecognizable aggravated [MASSACRE] of your (ultimate reality) now there’s only [DROOL] and a little bit of [VOMIT] and your clammy skin against the (cold old tiles) of the kitchen floor and [HIS] form above you [WARM] palm encircling almost your entire still trembling arm and (garbled speech) you can never [UNDERSTAND] again, it’s so [WARM] and (nice) your [TAIL] slaps the kitchen floor, beginning to unknot [HIS] brow as you can feel yourself (smiling) dumbly at [HIM]. And now there is only [PETTING] and [ROLLING ON THE FLOOR] with the sweet-acrid aroma of [PEANUT BUTTER] and [VOMIT] [HE] stops you from [LAPPING] just before your tongue touches it.

Surely nothing in the world ever felt better than [THIS].

[aothotties]

BIO1108 - R. Sukuna

an: this is the final i am MOST worried about. if only i had king sukuna to help get my mind off it.

warnings: cursing, nipple sucking, oral (f.recieving), squirting

wc: 1370

You let out an exhausted sigh.

You looked over your notes for what felt like the 100th time and you were still stumped. You reviewed all the powerpoints and even found youtube videos over the material but it just felt like you were quite grasping it 

You were nervous that you'd fail your final and in turn, fail the class so you knew you had to keep going until you got it right.

Your vision got blurry as tears welled up in your eyes and you blinked hard trying to fight them back. You needed a break and decided it would be best to give yourself a few minutes to clear your mind.

You walked into the kitchen to grab some water and a snack. While there you saw your boyfriend, Sukuna.

“Hey how’s it going?” he asked while noticing the worried look on your face 

“Horrible” you answered 

“You need some help?” he asked, genuinely wanting to help 

“ Can you explain the Shannon Diversity Index and tell me the difference between species diversity and genetic diversity by any chance?” you asked knowing he wouldn't know the answer but you were desperate 

He gave you a blank stare. He so badly wanted to give you a joke as an answer but he knew you weren't in the mood. You let out a sigh as you realized you would probably never get the answer to your question nor would you even understand the concepts. 

You opened the fridge but couldn't see the contents as you had started crying and the tears were blurring your sight. Sukuna noticed you crying and ran to pull you into a big hug

“Baby please don't cry. You're so smart and capable i know you'll figure it out” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead 

“I'm not that smart Sukuna” you said between sobs, “i cant even explain the difference between xylem and phloem in plants and my final is tomorrow! I'm going to fail!”

At this point you were breaking down in his arms. You've never felt so defeated in your life and you were scared of what tomorrow would bring. 

He rubbed your back and let you cry it out on his chest. He kissed your forehead and cupped your cheeks so you could look up at him

“y/n, you're the smartest girl i've ever met. You know way more than you think and I just know you’ll understand everything you need to know before your final tomorrow. I think you're stressed and I'm glad you're taking a break. Let's relax for a bit, okay?” he said to you with a concerned look in his eyes 

You nodded your head and he smiled then placed a peck on your lips. You walked over to the kitchen island and sat up on the counter.

He brought over some water and you thanked him as you took the cup from his hands. He stood in between your legs as they dangled off the counter and wrapped his arms around your waist. He laid his head on your chest and you ran your fingers through his pink hair. 

“Thank you. I really needed to hear you say all of that” you said to him 

“Of course, thats what im here for” he responded 

You both sat in silence for a second before you broke it 

“You're right, i need to relax for a second and get my head straight before i dive back into it” you said with yet another sigh 

“For sure, take as long as you need” he said 

He lifted his head and looked you in the eye and flashed you his pearly white smile. You couldn't help but smile back.

He puckered up for a kiss and you leaned down to give him one. You only plated one kiss on his lips and he jokingly poked out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. You laughed at how silly he was and gave him another kiss. 

 He stood up and brought your empty cup to the sink. He began washing it out and you stared at him as he did so. You couldn't help but notice the way his muscles poked though his wife beater. You heart began racing and your mind went elsewhere.

He turned around and immediately recognized the look on your face. He walked over to where you were sitting again and positioned himself between your legs. instinctively , you wrapped them around his hips.

“You okay?” he asked with a devious smile

“Y-yeah, im fine” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck 

He leaned down and kissed you. As soon as his lips met yours, you eyes fluttered shut and he deepened the kiss.

He tried to pull back for a second, but you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him right back in. his lips crashed on yours then he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You sucked on it lightly knowing what it did you him.

He stepped closer to you and you felt his bulge through his sweats. You slowly began grinding on him. His hands went straight to your ass and he roughly squeezed.

His kisses began trailing lower, first to your jawline, then down to your neck. When he got to your sweet spot he sank his teeth into the flesh causing you to moan. You know it would leave a mark but you didn't care it felt way too good.

He kissed even lower to your collar bone and eventually your chest that peeked through your low cut shirt.

Sukuna’s hands moved from your ass to your breast where he massaged them through your shirt.

“Can i take this off?” he asked 

You nodded your head giving him permission to slip your shirt off. He threw it across the kitchen once he got it off your body. 

He immediately attached his lips to your nipple, sucking softly on the hardened bud. You threw your head back and ran your fingers through his hair.  He moved over to the other one and continued his work on that one as well 

He wasted no time and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and slid them off of you, taking your panties down with them.

He stepped back and positioned his face between your legs. He licked his lips as he admired your cunt and how wet she already was. 

He hooked his arms under your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter where his lips met your clit. You gasped as you felt him lightly suck. 

His tongue began licking circles around the mound and he inserted his middle finger into your slit. He curled it so he could hit your g-spot and once he got it, he rubbed it over and over driving you insane. Your back arched and you felt your thighs closing in on his head. You always worried that you would smother him but for Sukuna, it was heaven. If he died right there and would die a happy man. 

The pressure of his sucking increased and he inserted his ring finger alongside the middle one and increased the pace.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned, knowing that combo was going to get you to your peak 

“Mhm”, he groaned into your cunt, “you like that” he aksed

“Y-yes - fuck- feels so good” you whined in response.

This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He loved pleasuring you and would do it for hours if you let him 

You felt that knot in your stomach and knew you were close. You pulled his hair and arched your back even more. You grinded against his face, chasing that high. He knew you were close but didn't change a thing. He knew you loved exactly what he was doing.

The knot snapped and you came, hard. You squirted all over his face and dripped on the counter and the floor under you. 

He pulled back and looked at you with a satisfied grin. 

He kissed your lips and looked directly in your eyes and said

“Now, go and pass that final tomorrow and I'll really show you a good time” 

Rachel

[themuseinthewoods]

So my idea was, that the reader is also part of the friend group but instead of hercules helping icarus kiss cassandra, icarus and cassandra try to help hercules get a kiss with reader since he is scared to possibly make the friendship awkward cause he is not as bold as icarus if you need more help with more details for this just tell me so I can try to help as much as possible :D

Thank you so much for requesting!

Hopefully I'll get the other request I received posted soon!

this did take me a lot longer because I am unfamiliar with the show so I hope its decent!

Disney Hercules x F!reader, use of Y/n

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND GIFS OF THIS MAN??? I do appreciate the amount of handsome hunks that flashed across my screen but I was looking for the animated one, which is why the gif has little to do with the story, lol.

Kiss the girl

"You're staring again." Icarus pointed out when he realized Hercules wasn't even listening to him.

No, for the 100th time just that morning he had caught the blue eyed boy staring at the girl who was with Cassandra, helping Cass get ready for her date with Icarus that night.

"I can't help it. She is so beautiful." Hercules sighed, leaning on something, looking dreamily at the girl who he had long been admiring.

"Ya know if you like her so much why don't you just tell her? Sweep her off her feet." Hercules blushed at his friend's words, hiding his face in his hands. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind, I think she likes you."

"It already took me weeks to gain the courage to become her friend. Her friendship is so precious to me, I don't....I don't wanna lose that." Hercules wishes he could believe she would like him back but when Y/n turns and looks at him, he brightens, waving excitedly. "You gotta just...kiss the girl!" Cassandra and Y/n were walking towards them now and Hercules slapped a hand over Icarus's mouth.

"Hey Herc!" Y/n smiled at him, a soft, happy look on her face. "Hi, you, uh, you look....you look nice today...?" His words seemed to fall flat but the smile on her face widened.

"Thanks!" Hercules managed to offer her his arm, which she took, causing the boy to blush at her unfazed and perky attitude as she chatted to Cassandra. Cassandra and Icarus had been attempting to help Hercules kiss their oblivious friend for several days now and Cassandra was trying to glare home to Herc, that he needed to do it.

Hercules knew what Cass was trying to say through the threat of her eyes and he seemed to be trying to hide behind Y/n.

"Alright, well, you two have fun, me and Herc are gonna go to the river." Hercules blushed harder when he was dragged off by the woman towards the river, which was a shallow, clear affair where Y/n liked to wade.

One of his hands dipped into the water and took a hold of a flower, giving it to her, she smiled up at the demigod. Hercules hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, gently kissing her lips.

And as she kissed back, cupping his face, loud cheers from Icarus and clapping from Cassandra rang out.

the end

[princessjojo-x]

Pisces Mars

💝 he’s prone to being used & dominated by others. after being repeatedly treated like a door mat, he conclusively develops a victim/inferiority complex & he eventually creates protective mechanisms that push others away.

💝 this placement produces feminine energy so he’s naturally passive & submissive. however, he desperately wants to disguise that so he overcompensates extensively. he’ll attempt to achieve a dominating position & constantly compete with other men. he’s trying to prove his masculinity to avoid being perceived as weak. he shields himself behind an ‘alpha male’ facade but this ‘dominant’ image clashes with his default nature. i think this placement is the essence of ‘small man syndrome’ & an example of someone with it is andrew tate.

💝 swimming away is his most commonly used strategy when unpleasant situations occur, including disputes & drama. if you confront him he’ll posses an unbothered & calm attitude. he perceives arguing as pointless & he has trouble asserting himself. the worst thing you can do to him is drag him into a situation or blame him for something which he has nothing to do with.

💝 if he has a problem with you he’ll talk abt it with everyone but you. additionally, he’ll either go full ghost mode or put on a smile for show. you should only expect a reaction from him if it’s abt something very important to him.

💝 he’s easily overwhelmed with a sensitive temperament so he acts withdrawn at times. consequently, he’s often perceived as mysterious or detached.

💝 he doesn’t feel any urgency to resolve a conflict right away but he does tend to forgive & forget easily. sometimes he uses forgiveness performatively & stages it in a calculated way. this is his attempt to float above the situation at hand.

💝 he can be slightly blurry & hard to read. he goes back on his words a lot mainly to please others. consequently, others never really understood what the purpose of his actions are.

💝 if he’s attracted to someone he’ll dream & fantasise abt them daily but be reluctant to make the first move. even if he literally loves someone, he may still leave them be, bc he’s afraid of how much he feels for them. amongst all the mars signs, he is the most willing to discard, give up & let go. if you haven’t already noticed he’s a major escapist in all areas of life!

💝 he’s so gentle & attentive in bed whether it’s the 1st or 100th time with him. the way he touches & kisses you will make you think he actually has feelings for you. he doesn’t want to hurt you in bed, unless you ask, which just show how submissive he truly is.

💝 it takes a while for him to move on & get over things bc he is a dreamer & will daydream abt things often.

💝 he goes with the flow, believes in blessings in disguise & thinks that everything will eventually work out.

💝 he doesn’t like you if he’s not spending all of his time & energy on you.

💝 he may have hypnotising eyes or a high/tired look to him.

💝 he can struggle with misplaced anger that comes out at random times that he’s held in for decades.

Turn On’s:

💝 even though pisces venus are attracted 'girly girls' & feminine energy, pisces mars prefer a gothic, curvy, aggressive & older woman. also, he’s most attracted to women that are not well known or hide in the shadows.

💝 sexually, he yearns for a deep soul connection that transcends the physical realm & he wants to be completely consumed when having sex. he perceives lovemaking as a spiritual experience that intertwines two souls together.

💝 pleasing, pleasuring & satisfying his partner turns him on. he’ll adapt to whatever his partner wants him to be.

💝 he loves watery settings & themes (shower sex/oil massage/wet coochie)

💝 he likes gentle touches, passionate kisses, tender affection, gentle whispers & soulful gazes.

💝 other possible turn on’s are tag-teaming, anal, strangers & cuckolding (meaning: his wife sleeping with another man). plus, the feet are his erogenous zones!

💝 water mars love positions where they can see their partners face.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he dislikes partners who are too demanding & insensitive so ensure to not make fun of him.

[midnighmoonligh]

Hiii!! Can you please do Valeria Garza caregiver headcanons with a autistic little who regrese rlly little one to four and has autism and adhd and is really needy and dependent and will cry without her? It’s okay if not thank you so much!!

Valeria Head Canon's

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A/N ; Never done one of these before so I hope it turns/ed out okay!

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She likes to wear baggy clothing & belts where you can grab onto comfortably for you both.

Valeria is very against taking you with her when she needs to work, but there's times she will if she trusts the people she's around enough.

She really loves planning little dates (/p) with you in her free time.

She always seems to have an endless amount of tissues in her pockets. That and your favor candy. Crying? Tissues, cheek kisses, and a candy. Fell? Same thing. Feeling absolutely happy? Candy anyways.

She's the master of being stern but gentle. She hates when you're upset, but also prioritizes your body's health!

There are times where she has to leave for awhile for work. While she's gone she'll spray her favorite stuffie of yours with her perfume and call daily (usually more than once a day!).

You'd have a favorite bodyguard of hers. They're always hanging around for obvious reasons and always panic whenever Valeria has to step out for a few minutes.

Valeria always makes sure you're loved and cared for. So what if you're spoiled? She couldn't resist getting you that 100th stuffie when you had those eyes.

She's got money and 100% spends SO much of it on you without hesitation.

She's very good at reminding you she's always there even when you're not. Even when you guy's first met, she had a handle on your dependency.

Valeria is usually put together, but the days she has hard times with you she's very good at communicating and putting it into gentle words.

100% you have your own regression bedroom, a space in her bedroom, and a space in her office. She let you design everything even down to the wall and floor colors.

She's super patient when you're having your bad days. Whether it's with anxiety or over/under stimulation it doesn't matter. She'll often take a break from work completely for the day to make sure you're okay.

Valeria's personal favorite time is bath time. Simply because she loves all the cool toys that you have too. Sometimes, she's bad about letting you stay in the too cold water.

She loves to play with you. She's not a very physical or active body player, too tired from work, but she loves sitting down and coloring with you for hours or playing legos.

She's also super vocal, praising absolutely everything even when it's not needed sometimes. If you regress to baby space, she'll absolutely babble with you while smiling so hard her cheeks get sore.

[love-and-deepspace-fanfic]

The first post on this platform!

Hope you enjoy this #delulu as I myself also screamed hard when writing this! Looking forward to drifting down this path of delulu with you all!

When Rafayel meets MC in the middle of the night Abysswalker Myth related - may contain spoilers, so please proceed with precaution

Finding Home Amidst The Night

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As darkness descended upon the palace, the scorching heat of the day gave way to the biting chill of the night. You sat by the window, gazing out at the desert landscape under the starry sky. The sight of the countless stars once again reminded you of the 99 times you had attempted to escape and explore the world beyond the palace walls, only to fail miserably each time. Except for that one time, the one time you had escaped with your savior, the only person who had ever taken you out of the gilded cage that was the palace.

Ever since that successful 100th attempt, you had looked forward to seeing Rafayel again, hoping he would take you to discover places you had never known existed. You also began to pore over the few remaining books on Lemuria in the library. The books revealed that long, long ago, the Lemurian had lived in a place called "the sea," a vast expanse of water that covered most of Philos' habitable land. But due to a cataclysmic event that had gone unrecorded for tens of thousands of years until now, that "sea" was now just a memory, a distant dream for those who lived on this strip of golden sand.

You often longed to ask Rafayel what the "sea" was like, if he could describe it to you. But seeing the wistful look in his eyes whenever you mentioned Lemuria or the "sea," you never had the courage to stir up such painful memories. Though you had no parents, you could still understand the feeling of losing one's home, as if you yourself had a similar emptiness within you. You knew that this place, this palace, was not your home.

The moon's glow intensified, signaling the deepening night. Rafayel had not appeared again today. You knew he couldn't always be there, but waiting for him had become one of your habits. You dreamed of traveling with him to far-off places and learning things you never thought you'd need, like how to fight like an assassin. You left the balcony and walked to your bedside table, reaching into the drawer and retrieving a dagger with a deep purple fishtail hilt.

Holding the fishtail dagger he had given you, you marveled at how this beautiful object concealed a weapon capable of inflicting harm and taking lives. An image flashed in your mind, and you knew exactly who it was meant for. Beautiful yet dangerous... But you weren't afraid to approach him... because that was what, deep down in your heart, you wanted to do...

As you stroked the exquisite fishtail weapon, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the room. In a matter of seconds, a dagger was pressed against your throat, your eyes were covered, and you could feel a steady breath behind you. How familiar. Neither of you spoke, but in a blink of an eye, to the surprise of the person behind you, you swiftly spun around, facing the hands that were covering your eyes. With the exquisite fishtail dagger in your right hand, you aimed straight for the neck of the person behind you and lunged. Just as the tip of the dagger was about to touch his throat, your movement suddenly stopped. You looked straight into his eyes and said:

"So, should I stab your throat or your chest? Which would be more fatal?"

Rafayel looked at you and let out a low chuckle, "Your Highness has begun to grasp the basics." With that, he grabbed the hand that was holding the fishtail and pulled it down to his chest. "But for me, the real weakness is the 'heart' right in front of me."

Before you could fully process his words, he suddenly pulled you closer. He tripped your leg, causing you to lose balance and fall onto the bed. Immediately, he held your hands down, pinning them above your head, pressed his entire body against you, and whispered into your ear, "But Your Highness has also forgotten that a skilled assassin must know how to counterattack."

His suggestive words and actions sent a wave of heat through your body. Trying to dispel your flustered state, you struggled against his embrace, but your hand accidentally brushed against his right side. It wasn't until he let out a soft groan and a warm, damp sensation seeped into your hand that you realized he was wounded, and not lightly.

"You're hurt! Why didn't you treat it before coming here? What if the guards find you? Your wound won't be limited to just this!" An inexplicable anger surged through you. You knew that someone like him was no stranger to wounds, but for some reason, your heart ached for him. You only knew that you didn't want him to suffer any more harm.

Suppressing your tumultuous emotions, you rolled Rafayel over and had him sit up on the bed. For the first time, you spoke to him in a commanding tone, "As your princess, I order you to stay here and not go anywhere. I'll get you some medicine."

With that, you left Rafayel who was staring at you in bewilderment and went to fetch the medicine, unaware that after you left, he clutched his chest, where the crimson mark near his heart was glowing brightly. Only a few minutes later, you returned, carrying bandages and vials of precious healing potions that had been gifted to you as a special privilege for the princess.

You approached Rafayel, sat down beside him at the bedside, and reached for the still bleeding wound with your handkerchief. But as you were about to touch the wound, you realized a dilemma. "I wonder... can you... expose the wound yourself?"

Rafayel looked at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "How does Your Highness want it to be “exposed”? Like this?" With that, Rafayel grabbed the dagger and was about to cut a large piece of his clothes right over the wound. You immediately stopped him.

"Such a precious garment shouldn’t be ruined. Perhaps... you should take it off instead."

Rafayel let out a low chuckle, "Are you sure, Your Highness? Could it be that Your Highness... has some ulterior motive?"

Unable to bear his suggestive tone any longer, you stood up abruptly and ran out of the room, not forgetting to leave a message, "You have one moment to change!"

Rafayel laughed, watching your retreat. It had been a while since he had seen such a sight. As soon as he finished his thoughts, he picked up the handkerchief you had intended to clean the wound with and kissed it. "Only you... can calm the storm in my heart."

Outside, while you were hesitating whether to enter the room even though it hadn't been a minute yet, the sound of approaching guards and maids made you quickly forget your worries and go straight back into the room, locking the door behind you. "Phew, that was close."

But your sigh of relief didn’t last long before the scene in front of you shattered your newly gathered calm. The bright moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Rafayel’s figure. He was casually caressing your fish-tail knife, half-naked and leaning against the headboard. His wound was glaringly red. The sight made your heart skip a beat.

Noticing your presence, Rafayel turned towards you, extending a hand like an invitation. "Is this exposure enough for Your Highness’s treatment? Come here."

Almost instinctively, you approached, placing your hand in his palm, and he gently guided you to sit beside him. Your heart pounded so hard that you couldn’t think straight until you saw the bleeding wound, reminding you of your task.

You carefully cleaned the wound and prepared to apply the medicine but noticed the prepared cloth was missing. Unperturbed, you grabbed another handkerchief and continued the treatment. Throughout the process, Rafayel didn’t utter a word of complaint. Only his labored breathing gave away the pain he was enduring.

With the final step of bandaging left, you felt utterly at a loss. Holding the bandage opposite him, you were unsure how to proceed.

After enjoying your flustered attempts for a while, Rafayel finally spoke. "Has Your Highness never bandaged a wound before? Come here, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, he grasped one end of the bandage and gently pulled, drawing you closer until you nearly touched his freshly treated wound. "Be gentle, or else..."

"Shh," Rafayel hushed you, guiding your hand around him. "You need to pay attention, or you won't understand."

Your ears turned red. You had no choice but to look down, embarrassed. Rafayel continued his "instruction," whispering in your ear while guiding your hand. "Fix it on one side, then start wrapping... that's right... just like that... see, the wound is covered now... good job."

Rafayel’s constant whispers in your ear made your heart race uncontrollably. He guided you through each step until the bandage was wrapped securely. Then he leaned back against the headboard, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before looking at you. "Thank you for your care, Your Highness, but it's time for your servant to leave."

As he attempted to rise, a sudden boldness surged within you, and you grabbed his hand. To his surprise, you blurted out words you never expected to say. "If possible, please stay for the night."

Rafayel looked at you in astonishment, as if unable to believe you had said that. "Didn’t Your Highness the one who forbade me from entering your room?"

"But haven't you already broken that rule?" you replied, your gaze steady. "Just for tonight, please stay. I want to see you rest."

Feeling a tightened pain in his chest, Rafayel looked at you with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. Holding onto his heart, he replied, "If Your Highness already insisted, who could ever stop you?"

Without waiting for your response, he reached out, pulled you into his arms, and gently lay you both down. Rafayel wrapped his arms around you and softly whispered, "It’s time to rest, Your Highness."

A warm feeling flowed through you, and you smiled, caressing his handsome face. "Thank you for staying. Rest well."

In his arms, you felt a strange peace, like being enveloped in warm water on a deserted island, never wanting to wake up. You felt you had finally found your "home."

As you gradually fell asleep, Rafayel opened his eyes, looking at your face, slightly changed but still the same in spirit. Thousands of years had passed, through countless lifetimes, yet you remained the same—always doing as you pleased, always capable of making him bend to your will.

Even now, Rafayel knew he should leave tonight because many matters awaited him, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down with the palace guards around. But just for this moment, he wanted to stay by your side.

After setting up a barrier around the room, Rafayel extinguished the candle at the head of the bed with a flick of his "fire," then slowly closed his eyes, whispering the words he had kept hidden for so long.

"Goodnight, my beloved bride."

[otomehoneyybearr]

Act 12

Episode 39: The What-If Future and The Certain Now: Masumi

Working w/ Maybelle Lace, jujumin-translates, Fea

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Fiancée Candidate's Father: Masumi also had the experience of studying abroad when he was a student.

Fiancée Candidate's Father: My daughter Kotomi has also studied abroad, and her English is pretty good. Right, Kotomi?

Kotomi: ...

Fiancée Candidate's Father: Kotomi?

Kotomi: Ah, y-yes!

Fiancée Candidate's Father: Sorry about that. She's quite nervous.

Fiancée Candidate's Father: She's been looking forward to this ever since we decided to meet you.

Kotomi: Well, I studied sociology abroad—

Masumi: ...

Masumi's Father: Are you refusing again, Masumi?

Masumi: ...

Masumi's Father: ...Hah. This is already the 99th person, right?

Masumi's Father: You are the person who will carry this company on your shoulders in the future. You need to find a partner to walk through life with.

Masumi: You say that, but in the end, you broke up with Mom, right?

Masumi's Father: ——Well, still. You need a reason to work hard, and having someone to support each other with is a great asset.

Masumi's Father: The next arranged meeting has already been set up.

Masumi's Father: I think there's some compatibility, but since you're already at the 100th person, you should try facing the other person a little more seriously.

Masumi: ...Fine.

Masumi's Father: What?

Masumi: That person is fine. To be my marriage partner.

Masumi's Father: Well, let's first meet them in person...

Masumi: ...I can't really fall in love with anyone anyway.

Masumi: ——Guh.

Masumi: Haah, haah...

Masumi: (I can't really fall in love with anyone anyway...)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (I should get some water.)

Masumi: (Don't wake grandma...)

Hatsue: ...Masumi?

Masumi: Sorry, did I wake you up?

Hatsue: I'm fine. Did you have a scary dream?

Masumi: How did you know?

Hatsue: Even when you were a child, you used to make that same face when you woke up in the middle of the night after having a scary dream.

Masumi: ...Grandma, can I talk to you for a moment?

Hatsue: Let's make some hot milk then.

Masumi: Hey, grandma. What would you do if I told you that I might never get married?

Hatsue: In your whole life? You are still young, but quick to jump to conclusions.

Masumi: I met someone I really love, so I can't imagine marrying anyone else.

Masumi: However, marriage cannot take place unless the other person feels the same way.

Masumi: Right now I believe that our feelings will reach each other someday, but if that doesn't happen...

Masumi: I still just want to continue to love my partner, so I probably won't get married.

Masumi: (...This is the first time I told someone this.)

Masumi: (I'm happy that I love the director more than being loved, so it was easy for me to come to this conclusion.)

Masumi: (But it takes a lot of courage to tell this to my grandma, who always wishes for my happiness.)

Hatsue: Well, even grandma wants to see Masumi happy with someone special...

Hatsue: But I'm more than happy that you found someone that you want to love for the rest of your life.

Hatsue: People can live their lives in many different ways.

Hatsue: Marriage is just a choice, and it's more wonderful to meet someone you can really fall in love with than just marrying them.

Hatsue: So I'm glad to hear Masumi's feelings about this.

Hatsue: I'm sure Masumi's father also wishes for Masumi's happiness the most.

Hatsue: Even if there is a way for Masumi to be happy without getting married, I'm sure he'll be happy about that happiness more than anything.

Hatsue: How about we talk to each other about this directly next time?

Masumi: Understood.

Hatsue: ...And besides, if Masumi never gives up, we'll never know how the people he cares about will feel.

Hatsue: I will always support you, Masumi.

Masumi: Thank you.

Masumi: (I will continue to believe that my dreams will come true someday.)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (That day, I was wandering around this town for no reason, listening to music like I always do.)

Masumi: (...Here.)

Masumi: (...This is where I met you.)

Masumi: (Even though passersby laughed at you for being so bad, you still did your street act with all your heart.)

Masumi: (I couldn't take my eyes off you, wondering why you were working so hard.)

Masumi: (No matter how much people around you laughed at you, you seemed to be having fun performing and was full of life...)

Masumi: (I have never done something so desperately, and I thought I would never do anything like that in my life.)

Masumi: (I don't know if that's why, but I was so attracted to you. You seemed like someone from another world, and I couldn't move my legs.)

Masumi: (I couldn't hear the music that was supposed to be coming through my headphones, and it felt like it was just you and me in the world.)

Masumi: (Everything else didn't matter, and I just stared at you, and you found me too.)

Izumi: "...Um, are you interested in theater?"

Masumi: (At that moment, I felt that my world and yours were connected. I felt an absolute destiny that I could never resist.)

Masumi: ...

Masumi: (That day, with the setting sun pushing my back, I ran to this theater with you, Sakuya, and the others.)

Masumi: (Then I joined a theater company...)

Izumi: Thank you, Masumi. Really.

Masumi: For what?

Izumi: As long as you've found a performance you love, that's good enough for me.

Masumi: ...I love...

Izumi: Okay, now you're just flattering my acting too much! I know you love—

Masumi: ...

Masumi: You brought everyone...?

Izumi: Yeah. We all come to bring you home.

Izumi: Masumi, I met with Hatsue yesterday.

Masumi: You met... with Nana?

Izumi: She's kept you in her thoughts all this time, even after you stopped living together.

Izumi: And when I told her about how hard you work in the Mankai Company, she was so happy.

Masumi: ...

Izumi: She told me something, too.

Izumi: She said that family isn't only about blood ties. It's something that goes way deeper than that.

Izumi: She said she thought that maybe, right now, WE are your family.

Izumi: So, Masumi, will you be a part of our family?

Izumi: We'll put on even more plays and make even more precious memories. And we'll do it with everyone in the Mankai Company—together.

Izumi: Even if we aren't biologically related, we'll protect you with all we have. So don't be afraid to lean on us.

Masumi: ...

Suga: How dare you—

Masumi: I wanna... I wanna be part of this family! I wanna stay here, with you, and everyone!

Izumi: Then stay. We'll always be with you.

Masumi: (From then on, I felt like my life had finally begun. It was like the clock of my world had finally started turning.)

Masumi: (You're not the only one though. I met members of the Spring Troupe and other theater troupe members who were annoyingly attentive.)

Masumi: (The homework you gave me... I already knew what it meant to stand on the stage of the MANKAI Theater.)

Masumi: (My life before joining this theater company was probably not real. It was like a movie that was flowing before my eyes without permission.)

Masumi: (But now, in this world with you and everyone else, I feel like I can live properly as myself.)

Masumi: (I finally found the meaning of my life.)

Masumi: (I'd stand on the stage the whole time, and have you watch me the whole time. And I want the people who stand with me to be from Spring Troupe.)

Masumi: (I feel that way from the bottom of my heart now.)

Citron: I found an interesting tramp!

Chikage Utsuki: Do you mean stamp?

Masumi: ...Their timing is good.

Masumi: (I want to hear your voice and everyone else's.)

Hatsue: Welcome home, Masumi. A postcard has arrived for you.

Masumi: …A picture postcard?

Sakuya: "Masumi, how are you? Are you able to get to university without being late?

Masumi: (Sakuya...)

Sakuya: "While I'm traveling, I can't help but think of everyone in the theater company."

Sakuya: "On the day we formed the new Spring Troupe, I realized once again how lucky I was to be able to meet Masumi at Veludo Way.''

Masumi: (I just remembered it today too. What a coincidence.)

Sakuya: "As I remember all these things, I really want to meet everyone in the Spring Troupe."

Masumi: ...

Masumi: ...Tsuzuru?

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[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Whole Team - Monster AU

Summary: My request (no rush, please take your time): more of the monster AU from chapter 61, with snippets of various mercs' nonhuman-ness reveals, plus Sniper/Scout and Engie/Medic.

[A/N] Over on Ao3 this is the 100th chapter of the fic I'm putting these in over there! Let's go! I chose this request to do as the 100th chapter because I like the AU and it was easy to find a way to include everyone on the team, not necessarily an equal amount, some ideas were just longer or shorter than others, but they are all there. It's basically 8 drabbles in one.

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Scout half cecaelia, half siren

Even wrapped in several layers of snow gear it was still horridly cold. Scout had never hated anything more. Okay, maybe there were lots of things he hated more but the cold, snow, and ice were up there pretty high on his most hated list currently.

Below him the ice creaked and groaned ominously. It had been doing that since he’d wandered onto it and was the only reason he even knew that he had so it was probably fine. Heavy had warned him not to walk on it but with how much snow was falling from the sky, it had long since become nigh on impossible to tell where the ground ended and the frozen lake began. So he just kept walking.

The base was in sight now. Meaning he should be visibly on its cameras. He lifted the briefcase above his head in a wave. Someone should be on the cameras. Hopefully it was someone who would think to let him in so he wouldn’t have to take of his mittens to punch in the door code. And maybe if they were feeling real nice they might even brew up a hot drink for Scout to…

A splintering sound came from beneath him, loud enough to make him flinch. He jumped to side, landing hard enough to make another cracking sound. And then he was falling through and into the water below.

Unlike any water he’d been in before, it took his breath. It subsumed him in an icy abyss, taking everything that he was and leaving only cold nothingness in its wake.

~

The hum of the overhead medi-gun was twice as loud as the one Medic took into the field. It soothing in a way only mechanical ambiance could be. But also not soothing because it meant he was in Medic’s lab. Not a place any sane person would want to wake up in.

He forced open his eyes. It was dark, the only lights a dim artificial one somewhere to his left and the overhead medi-gun’s glowing beam. Which didn’t mean anything because even in the day time Medic kept all the windows shuddered. Supposedly he was sensitive to the sun, it hurt his eyes and he got burnt real easy, or something like that. Scout was pretty sure by now that it was because he was a weird freak who liked the dark and carrying around an big umbrella all day to look ‘cool’.

With a groan, Scout sat up. The blanket covering him fell to his lap. … It was the only thing covering him; he was naked. He scrambled to pull it back up to his chin.

“Oh good, you’re finally up.”

Scout bit back on a flinch as he turned to look at Medic getting up from his desk to approach the operating table Scout sat upon. “What the fuck’s going on here? Why am I naked?”

Medic ignored the questions reached him, leaning in uncomfortably close. “So you’re a siren, huh?”

Scout didn’t manage to hold back a flinch this time. No one was supposed to know about that. He’d been doing such a good job keeping it a secret too, always making sure he was alone and the door was locked whenever he took a shower. Never accepting invites to swim in the Tuefort mote – not that he would’ve anyway with the Pyros down there all the time with their damn electric signs. Doing whatever it took to not get wet enough for his scales to come out.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Had he put enough bite into that to make it sound believable?

Medic didn’t look convinced. “You fell into the lake. Heavy pulled you out. I’m told you were glittering quite prettily in the fading sunlight.”

Oh. Scout couldn’t talk his way around that, could he? “How many people saw?”

“Everyone.”

Damn it. “For the record, I’m only half siren on my mom’s side and half something else on my dad’s. I don’t care what because I don’t care about him.” Whatever it was though was why his scales were various shades of dark blue instead the pretty pastel rainbow of colours Mom and his brothers had when in the water. It might also be why his singing wasn’t as hypnotizing as it was supposed to be. But Medic didn’t need to know that stuff.

“Noted.” Medic was still standing way too close. His eyes almost seemed to gleam in the low light. He was a creepy freak, always had been. Standing too close and having eyes that almost looked inhuman at times was nothing new for him though. Meaning perhaps that he didn’t intend to be weird about Scout having just been exposed as a monster. Unexpected but it sure would be nice if that was the case.

Speaking of being exposed as a monster though… “How much trouble am I in for this?”

“None. Miss Pauling already knew and thus it’s safe to say the Administrator did too.” Figures. “Soldier was mad for a bit. He thought it meant you weren’t American. He was corrected though.”

“Okay… cool.” The chances of that many humans being okay with a monster having secretly been in their midst for so long didn’t seem likely but… no one who took a job like this was a normal person anyway. So maybe it really would be fine.

Spy cecaelia

The reveal that Scout had secretly been a sea monster this whole time brought with it the usual spattering of talk any time something big happened within the team. Naturally for those in the know, this included speculation about Spy. Scout had made a point to clarify with everyone that he was only half siren and half ‘something else’ on his dad’s side. It could easily just mean human but Medic didn’t think so and Pyro trusted Medic’s opinion.

“It’s gotta be some other sea monster that can disguise as a human to walk on land, right?” Engie said.

“Perhaps,” Medic replied, “but there are a number of different kinds of monsters that can reproduce with sirens, not all of them water based.”

“Oh, really now. Such as?”

And so Pyro sat and listened to the two of them talk about the possibilities, mostly Medic sharing his monster knowledge – not surprising he knew a lot about them. Even after he’d finished cleaning his flamethrower and putting Engie’s tools back their appropriate spots on the wall he sat back down at the workbench to continue listening. He knew almost nothing about monsters other than that they were cool and thus couldn’t contribute anything. Neither of them seemed to mind his silent presence though.

Eventually of course the topic of how to figure out what that ‘something else’ Spy might be came up. At this Pyro raised his hand. “I’ll dunk him in water.” Dunking people in water was always fun. Normally he followed it up by jumping in and hitting his victim with the electric sign that he carried solely for that purpose. But it would be fun even without that.

Both Engie and Medic turned their heads to look at him. It was Medic who replied. “That would cover a lot of possibilities or rule them out if nothing happened.”

“Are we sure we wanna do that though?” Engie asked. “I mean, maybe we should respect his privacy.”

That would be boring though. They knew he was something. Okay, maybe ‘knew’ was a strong word but if Scout were half human he’d surely know that and would’ve said it, right? He wasn’t always the brightest fellow around but he wasn’t as dumb as he sometimes came of as. So it was very likely Spy was something other than fully human and the curiosity over that was hard to ignore.

Before Pyro could say that or Medic could reply with his own rebuke, Engie continued. “Or not. I wanna know too, honestly. We could ask but I don’t think he’d answer. So yeah, Pyro ‘accidentally’ dunk him in some water. Not water ‘round here though. It’s way too cold.”

Waiting that long would suck but they were already scheduled to move in a couple weeks. Back to Tuefort too with Pyro’s favourite mote. So he gave Engie a thumbs up. To spare Spy the hypothermia – even with the medi-gun being an easy fix for it, it still no doubt sucked – he would be patient.

~

Waiting until they were in the midst of battle had been the plan but Spy spent a good chunk of most battles invisible. Pyro had no way to follow him without setting him on fire which he wasn’t going to do to a friend. And the forts being inaccessible by car meant they had to walk part of the way to them which included walking over the bridge over the mote. Meaning it was time. This way would be better anyway because the enemy team wouldn’t see if anything happened.

He slowed down, falling back in the group until he was with Spy and Sniper at the rear. Sniper grunted a non-verbal greeting but otherwise neither paid him much mind. This was going to be fun.

When they were about halfway across, Pyro put his arms around both their waists, they stood just close enough to allow him to do so. Before they could do more than squawk in surprise, he pulled them closer and tipped all three of them over the railing. They landed with a splash, sending them near to the bottom before buoyancy and a bit of swimming brought them back up.

Spy said something in French, probably a series of curses and/or something along the lines of ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ based off his tone. On Pyro’s other side, Sniper scrambled to grab his hat from the surface of the water before it floated away with a, “Bloody hell, mate. What was that for?”

Ignoring him, Pyro turned to face Spy. The water in the mote wasn’t always the cleanest but having been away from it as long as they had it was more than clear enough to see through. Which also made it impossible to miss that like Scout, Spy changed in the water. There was a mass of… something in the water beneath him where his legs should’ve been. Pyro couldn’t tell what; the water on the gas mask’s lenses made them even harder to see through.

“Is my eye deceiving me is or Spy a bloody octopus?” Demo asked from atop the bridge above them. The entire team had stopped to look. “I swear I ain’t had that much to drink yet.”

“Holy shit,” Scout said. “He is an octopus! What the hell man? You a monster too?”

Spy groaned. “The correct term is cecaelia. No one was supposed to know except someone just had to pull me into the water.” This he directed at Pyro so Pyro lifted a hand to wave at him.

“So that means we got two monsters on the team then, huh?” Sniper said, drawing Pyro’s attention back onto him. He’d put his hat back on. “That’s uh… interesting.”

It certainly was. Pyro had never met even a single monster before. Now he had two who were his friends. Spy would forgive him eventually… probably. He’d pulled Sniper in too after all on a whim because he was there but it should make it look like just a prank and not a means to attempt to out Spy’s monsterness.

“Would anyone else like to come out as a monster?” Medic said. “Now would be a good time.”

Predictably silence answered him. The chances of anyone else being a monster were rather low. They were rare, especially the ones that could convincingly pretend to be humans for any length of time. It’d be cool if there were more but Pyro wasn’t going to count on it.

Sniper Werewolf

“C’mon man, I like camping. I used to do it all the time with my brothers back home,” Scout said as he leaned against he side of the camper van, giving Sniper his best smile.

“Nah, this is a boring, um, meditation trip thingy. A spiritual religion thing. You wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh.” Scout leaned in switching to a whisper as he lifted a hand to cover the side of his mouth lest any lip readers be about. “Is it drugs? ‘Cause if so I’m down to have fun.” Was that how people who knew stuff about drugs would word it? The most he’d ever done was smoke cigarettes and weed a few times. He was curious about harder stuff though and if Sniper had it, he’d be interested in experimenting.

Sniper sighed. “No. It’s a religion thing. I’m gonna be sitting there cross-legged and silently praying the whole time. It’d would bore you to death, I promise.”

That did indeed sound boring, so much so, it seemed like a lie. Like it was something Sniper was making up specifically to convince Scout to give up on joining him on his upcoming camping trip. And here Scout had been thinking Sniper might’ve liked him. Had he just been putting up with Scout the whole time? Maybe that’s why he took these trips so often; specifically to get away from Scout annoying him all the time. Damn it!

“Religion doesn’t seem like your kinda thing,” he said before the silence could stretch on for too long.

“Yeah, well, you’re a sea monster and I’m religious. People got lots of sides to them that aren’t always obvious.” Yeah and apparently one of his was that he pitied Scout too much to tell him to just fuck off and leave him alone. Instead he had to leave the whole base like once a month just to get a break. Or maybe it was because Scout was a sea monster; he wasn’t as okay with that new bit of information as he’d pretended. … That would be worse than him just secretly finding Scout annoying. “Now could you please get off my van so I can head out?”

Tempting as it was to stay here and annoy him until he finally broke and admitted the truth, Scout pushed off and stepped back. He didn’t technically know for sure it was a lie after all. Sniper had been going on these trips long before he found out Scout was a sea monster. Which didn’t rule out him finding Scout annoying. And this was the first time Scout had asked to go, maybe he would’ve been willing to let him join before finding out Scout’s secret. Before he got too mad though, he’d needed to make sure he had something to get mad about.

“Thanks,” Sniper said as he stepped past him to open the door and stepped in. “I’ll see you when I get back, like always.” He hesitated before closing the door, waiting for Scout to respond. Scout didn’t and so he eventually closed it.

Scout stood there in silence until the engine started. She was loud but would it be enough to cover up the sound of someone clambering up the ladder on the side to the roof? He could only hope so because as she started moving, he jerked back into motion. Sprinting around to the other side, he grabbed the ladder and hauled himself up to the roof.

If Sniper heard anything from within, it wasn’t enough to convince him to stop and get out to investigate. The van kept going. Scout settled in for a long ride. It wasn’t going to be fun but as long as he stayed low, it should be fine.

~

Sniper drove until the sun started to dip towards the horizon and then a little more, stopping finally when it started to get dark. Scout sat up a bit and looked around. There didn’t seem to be anything special about the spot. Sniper had gone off road a couple hours ago so they were in the middle of the New Mexico desert. It was flat enough that Scout could see quite a ways even with the rapidly setting sun. There was nothing here or anywhere nearby.

The roar of the camper van’s engine cut off, plunging Scout into silence. He hated how quiet the desert and other places like it could be, it made it feel almost like something could jump out and attack at any moment. Which was ridiculous of course but he’d grown up by the ocean and it was always making noise. The approaching darkness only made it worse.

A couple minutes went by, adding to the tension as Scout didn’t dare move lest he make too much noise, before the camper’s door finally opened and Sniper exited. He walked away from the van, giving Scout a good diagonal view of him in the fading light. His hat and glasses were missing – were they prescription though and thus this was odd or just sunglasses and thus not needed? – and he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders that draped down to just below his knees. No shoes or socks. What was he doing?

Once he was a few yards away from the van, he turned – Scout quickly lowered himself to lay as flat on the roof as possible – and sat down. And then… nothing. He just sat there. Was this some kind of prayer/religion thing? Weird but better than what Scout had thought it was. Maybe he should drop down and explain the error? … Nah, he’d wait a little longer to make sure first.

As the sun finished setting the stars came out and then the moon rose. She was full tonight, meaning as she crested over the horizon she cast enough light to see by. Not particularly well but enough to see that Sniper was a twitching under his blanket. Just a little at first and then a lot until it looked more like writhing. And then he made a sound like he was in pain. Shit.

Maybe Sniper was on drugs and was having a bad reaction. Not something Scout could help with but… he certainly couldn’t just lie here and watch. If he died, Respawn would catch up but still, dying alone was never fun.

Scout straightened, wincing only a little at the ache in his neck and back, before shifting to sliding off the van. He stumbled as he landed, falling to his hands and knees. Uninjured though, he stood, brushed himself off and jogged over to where Sniper lay on the ground now, writhing in his blanket.

“Hey pal, you okay? Sorry about uh…” He cut off as Sniper face turned to look up at him. It was barely even his face anymore. The bones in it had shifted, elongating into a doglike snout. Fur was growing in to cover it. The ears sealed the deal, they’d shifted upward and grew to fluffy points. Sniper was turning into a wolf. “Huh?”

Sniper growled at him. Scout stepped back. In hindsight, Sniper’s heading off once a month every month no matter their location or the weather, might’ve been a clue on what was really happening on his ‘camping trips’. If he’d paid attention to the moon cycle it would’ve been obvious but alas, he didn’t because why would he?

“Hey, pal. We’re still pals, right? I know you’re probably mad at me about the whole coming here on your roof thing but uh… not enough to like rip my guts out or anything, right?”

Could Sniper even still understand him? Did he even remember him? Could Scout outrun him if the answer to those questions was ‘no’? … Probably not. Maybe if he could get back up onto the rough or into the camper and lock the door, he’d be fine?

Sniper rolled and shook himself free of the blanket. He’d fully transformed under it into a hunched man-wolf hybrid, covered in a thick gray fur. He was still skinny though because of course he was.

Probably Scout should’ve run as soon as he realized what was happening. Too late now though. Instead he braced for a lunge. … None came though. Sniper just stood there, all his paws on the ground, his head bowed and wolf ears pushed back. Not in anger though but instead like he was cringing. He even let out a small whine before shaking himself again, a very doglike motion.

“Oh, okay,” was all Scout could come up with to say. He seemingly wasn’t in danger though so that was good. “So you’re a werewolf, huh? I guess that uh… explains some things. I kinda thought you were trying to get away from me or something.”

Sniper whined again. Scout had experience with dogs but not wolves and everything he’d heard of werewolves had indicated they were mindlessly violent. Which clearly wasn’t true else Sniper would’ve at least bite him by now. So what the whine might mean was impossible to guess.

“I’ll guess we’ll probably talk about this more in the morning, huh?” And maybe Scout had an apology to make for the assumption as well as his tagging along after being told not to.

Sniper turned and took off running, apparently he had some energy to burn. He was fast. Way faster than Scout. Cool!

~

Naturally Scout was allowed to ride shotgun during the drive back to base. “I’ll keep you secret, I promise,” he said as he buckled in.

“Nah, fuck it. Everyone always knows ‘bout you and Spy so we might as well tell ‘em ‘bout me too. I think several of them already suspect anyway. I’d uh… prefer it if you told ‘em so I don’t gotta.”

“All right, if you’re sure. I’ll tell them when we get back. Feel free to change your mind on that though. Just let me know if you do before I do it.”

Medic vampire

Medic having a store of blood bags was sensible. The medi-gun, both the battle ready one and the more powerful overhead one were great, but they needed power and medi-fluid to function properly. So having some backup mundane medical stuff in case of emergencies made sense. What didn’t though was why he would drink from one?

Even before deciding to pretend to be one, Engie had already figured out that organics were weird. Especially the kind of folk who ended up with this type of job. Medic’s particular brand of strangeness was as endearing as it was unique. Meaning perhaps that Engie shouldn’t be too surprised by entering his lab and finding him drinking from a blood bag. He still was though.

Finally seeming to have noticed his entrance, Medic paused and turned to face him. He held eye contact for a couple seconds before finally lowering the blood bag from his mouth.

“Howdy,” Engie said in hopes of easing the tension a little.

“Hmm… I’ve been rather lazy lately about remembering to lock the doors, huh?” He didn’t sound offended over Engie walking in on him doing whatever this was. That could be hard to tell sometimes though.

“Yep. I just uh, wanted to come in say ‘hi’ so, hi. I probably should’ve knocked.” He’d fallen out of the habit a while ago though as Medic did usually lock his doors whenever he wished to not be disturbed. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You’re not going to ask why I’m drinking from a blood bag?”

“Well, I figure it’s probably part of an experiment or something and so you’d probably tell me eventually on your own.” Their experiments was one of their major talking points.

“Hmm.” Medic looked at him for a second or two longer before lifting the blood bag back to his mouth. There wasn’t much left in it at his point and thus it was less than a minute before he was lowering it again. “I’m a vampire.”

“Ah, I see.” That explained a lot actually. “That makes sense.”

“That a problem?”

“Nope.” It was just one more person on the team being revealed as non-human. Each reveal was statistically more unlikely than the last but so be it.

“Good. I’m tired of keeping it a secret. Let’s go find something more interesting to do then standing around staring at each other.”

Demo Selkie

Demo’s room was cleaner than Pyro would’ve expected. They had only been stationed here for a couple weeks though so perhaps the mess just hadn’t had time to really build up yet. Regardless it made guiding him to the bed easy.

He flopped onto it with a groan before mumbling something that might not even be English or any language. Pyro pushed him a little further from the edge lest he fall off. In the process he also rolled him onto his side in case he needed to throw up. He then pulled Demo’s shoes and socks off so he’d be more comfortable. The constant need to wear a gas mask helped a lot here because his socks looked visibly disgusting even through the gas mask lenses. Pyro couldn’t judge though, he was pretty gross under the suit most of the time.

After dropping the dirty socks in the hamper at foot of the bed and putting Demo’s boots in front of it, Pyro pulled the crumbled bed sheet up to Demo’s chin, loosely tucking him in. Probably he was too out of it to appreciate but maybe he would in the morning. Pyro gently patted him on the head before turning to leave. Before he could take more than a step though…

“Me skin, I like to… like to nap with it.” Demo continued for a sentence or two longer but his half asleep drunken mumbling rendered all by the word, ‘soft’ inaudible. Not that Pyro was entirely sure he’d heard the first part correctly anyway.

Pyro turned to face him. “What?”

More mumbling, now muffled too as half his face was pressed into his pillow. Pyro could just leave him to fall asleep without whatever it was he was trying to ask for. It wouldn’t take long and he wasn’t likely to remember being denied it in the morning. But Pyro wanted to help him if he could. Luckily he gestured vaguely towards his dresser, indicating that perhaps whatever he wanted as inside it.

Upon approaching it, the top drawer made the most sense to check first. Nothing but shirts and pants. The second drawer though contained something rolled up tight in the small space. A blanket perhaps? Pyro pulled it out, letting it unfurl in front of him. … A seal skin? No, it was too perfect for that. It was the whole rather large seal, flippers, face, and all. A realistic faux seal rug then. Cute!

Switching to a one-handed hold, he carefully pulled off one of his gloves so he could run his hand over it. It was soft and warm, almost like he was touching a living animal. Weird but cool. He’d have to ask Demo about it later after he’d sobered up.

Turning back to face Demo, he gave it a slight shake by way of asking if this was what Demo was looking for. He grunted and made a grabby gestured towards it so probably it was. Pyro walked over and gave it to him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he pulled it closed, trailing off into a loud snore.

After putting his glove back on, Pyro gave him a thumbs up even though it couldn’t be seen before turning and leaving. He made sure to turn off the lights and close the door gently.

~

Scout was the person he ran into first and thus the person he told about Demo’s weird warm seal blanket. From him naturally, it was only a couple of hours before everyone else on the team knew about it too. Which should’ve been fine because it was just a weird but cute blanket. But then Medic and Heavy came to talk to him about it some more.

“Is not a selkie skin,” Heavy said after Pyro had shared what he knew about it with them directly. “They don’t leave the ocean.”

Medic shook his head. “Even more than before I think it could be. Scout and Spy are both sea monsters and they left the ocean.”

“Yes but is unlikely. Too many monsters on this team already. Maybe he stole it from someone, maybe the selkie, maybe the selkie’s captor.”

“Or maybe it’s his and we’ve all been secretly monsters this whole time.”

Before Heavy could respond, Pyro cut in. “What’s a selkie?”

“A seal that can take human shape by taking off its skin,” Medic replied. “From what you described I think Demo might be one. It would explain some things about his reluctance over letting me draw his blood.”

If that was the case then perhaps Pyro shouldn’t have told Scout about the seal skin. Then again, if he was yet another monster on the team, that was cool. He never would’ve thought he’d get the shot to meet even one monster let alone five. Each one a different kind of monster too.

“We will ask when Demo wakes,” Heavy said. “If he says, ‘no’, Doctor is dropping it.” He gave Medic a pointed look.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Chances were Medic wasn’t going to drop it until he knew for sure one way or the other. Which meant that Pyro would likely know for sure too.

Soldier magical raccoon familiar

According to Soldier he and Merasmus used to be roommates. Merasmus vehemently denied that though, saying instead that he’d been an ‘a pest that he regretted ever having let in’, that he ‘should’ve left Soldier rooting around in the trash because that’s where he belonged’. Spy had always assumed it was a case of Merasmus regretting agreeing to the roommate deal and being verbose about it.

Halloween was approaching though, Merasmus would come with it, bringing to mind their adversarial relationship. A lot had been revealed about the team this year, including Spy’s own secret. It was probably a long shot to think there might be something like that with Soldier too but surely so many of the team being monsters couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? Miss Pauling the Admin, or whoever had been in charge of recruitment had to have been looking for monsters. Meaning Soldier might just have a secret too and if so it no doubt involved Merasmus.

Spy could poke around Pyro, Heavy, or Engie’s room but with Halloween fast approaching, coupled with Demo’s recent outing as a selkie, prompting this line of thought, Soldier made sense to look into first. Breaking into his room was easy, so much so it could hardly be called ‘breaking in’.

Inside was predictably a mess. Not much on the floor but the way the pillows and blankets were bunched up on the bed, it looked more like a wild animal’s nest than a soldier’s bed. The strong reek of wild animal added to that perception. Given that, the growl that came from the bed wasn’t the least bit surprising. Lieutenant Bites.

“Hush,” Spy whispered to her. “I’m here to investigate your owner. I don’t care about you.” While she was far from docile, she only bit anyone who came to close to her. She was providing the perfect excuse to not have to poke too closely around the bed. Who knows what foulness might be lurking within those crumpled blankets and pillows?

The dresser – a measly cheap thing provided as part of the room along with the bed frame – was the only other piece of furniture in the room. Atop it sat Soldier’s spare helmet and a handful of other hats. Spy checked inside each one, careful to place them in the exact same position as before once he was done. Nothing. The drawers, he checked one by one. Between things, under them, and even for false bottoms. It was all just clothes though. Nothing that gave any hint that Soldier wasn’t as human as he pretended.

That didn’t mean anything for sure though. Spy was careful to keep hints of his non-humanness out of his possessions. Soldier wasn’t the type to be smart enough to do that. Maybe whatever he was wasn’t naturally something that could be gleaned from searching his room. Or maybe he was human and five members of their team being revealed as not was just a big coincidence. Damn it.

He could search the closest where Soldier kept his weaponry and boots but what were the chances that’d gain him anything? A look towards the bed revealed Bites was still sitting the middle of its nest, watching him. Meaning checking that if he didn’t want to get bit would be a huge hassle.

With a sigh he turned to leave instead. He’d snoop around the others’ rooms later. If he found out anything interesting about them, he’d return to Soldier’s room to check the bed. For now though, it wasn’t worth the effort.

Later that day

Spy was barely two steps into the common room before Soldier was standing up from where he sat with Demo and Pyro, playing cards. “You!” he said, pointing right at Spy. Way too loud as always, he also drew the attention of everyone else in the room.

“Me?” Spy paused and pointed to himself.

“Yes you, maggot.” Soldier walked around the table to stand directly in front of him. “You were in my room.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” How the hell did he know? Spy had put everything back the way it was supposed to be. Being good at that kind of thing was literally part of his job. Even if he’d messed up a little, there was no way Soldier was observant enough to have noticed, right?

“Don’t lie, maggot! Lieutenant Bites told me you were in there. She watched you snoop. I didn’t want to believe at first but she doesn’t lie. Now the question is are you a commie spy, the enemy team’s spy, or both?” He cracked his knuckles, making it clear that regardless of the answer he intended to get violent about it.

Distinctly not in the mood to get punched in the fact right now, Spy held up his hands. “Neither. I’m on your side, always have been.” Mostly anyway. “I was looking for something.”

Soldier’s expression was hard to read under the helmet but his jaw tensed. “What?”

“I wanted to see if you had any cigarettes. I’m almost out.”

Silence for a few seconds before Soldier relaxed. “You could’ve just asked. I’ll gladly share my cigars with a fellow American.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime.” Going that far to feed the lie probably wasn’t necessary with Soldier but it was better safe than sorry.

Soldier took a breath to say something but before could Demo cut. “Hold up, hold up.” He’d stood up and now made his way to stand to the side of them. “Did you just say Bites told you he was snooping around in your room?”

“Correct.”

With how prevalent the threat of getting punched in the face had been, Spy hadn’t caught the full implication of Soldier’s words. That was a very odd thing to say and how had he known Spy had been in there? “She speaks English?” Maybe Bites was the monster. A shape shifter perhaps?

“No, silly. She’s a raccoon.”

It was Scout’s turn to butt in now. “So you’re saying you speak raccoon then?”

“I’m a raccoon, of course I speak it. The fact that you would think I can’t is insulting.”

“What the bloody fucking hell are you talking about?” Demo asked, wording it differently than Spy would’ve but with the same amount of exasperation.

By now the rest of the team had gathered around. Even Sniper had showed up at some point. Soldier looked around at them all for a couple seconds before replying. “I thought everyone knew that already.”

“That you’re a raccoon?” Spy asked.

“Correct.”

“Ooh,” Medic said. “That’s news to me. Explain please.”

“Yeah,” Demo agreed, “’cause you look like a human to me. But then again I guess I do too so… fuck it, you’re a raccoon somehow.”

“Does it have something to do with Merasmus?” Spy cut in before he could answer. Had his suspicion been confirmed after all?

“Correct. Merasmus found me in his trash can and turned me into his familiar and roommate. I am still a raccoon though even if I look like a man. It is much easier to hold a rocket launcher with big hands like this so I keep them most of the time. I can however do this.”

Soldier planted his hands on this hips and… started shrinking. Slowly at first but it sped up until there was indeed a raccoon standing where he’d just been standing. His clothes didn’t shrink though, leaving him standing in the pile of it.

“Fascinating,” Medic said.

“Is anyone on this team a damn human?” Scout asked.

Pyro and Engie raised their hands. Whether Heavy neglected to follow suit due to not caring or was admitting to not being human was hard to say. Before Spy could ask though, Soldier-raccoon was growing big again. He’d stepped out of the clothing pile, resulting in him being naked upon reaching his full human form.

“C’mon Spy,” he clapped him on the shoulder, “let’s go get you those cigars.”

“Only if you put your clothes back on.”

Soldier paused to gathered back up but didn’t move to put them on before starting for his room again. “Not yet. I like being nude.”

Well at least Spy had gotten confirmation that his hunch was correct and he’d deflected Soldier away from being angry at him over the intrusion. If the payment for that was standing around with him while he was naked and smoking one of his probably shitty cigars, so be it.

Heavy Yeti

Probably no one could find out Heavy’s secret or out him, purposefully or otherwise. His genetic defect – only really a defect due to it harming his ability to withstand the cold as much as he otherwise would’ve been able to – made him look close enough to human to allow the differences to be explained as abnormal but still within the realm of theoretically possible for a human. They’d have to meet his family to know the truth and that wasn’t happening. So his secret was safe.

So many of the rest of the team had been outed as not humans though. And every single member had been fine with each of those outings. Quite a few of those outings had been involuntary though. It felt strange, knowing their secrets against their will while keeping his own non-human nature hidden. He didn’t owe them that knowledge of course but the fact that they’d likely be accepting of it did make him more inclined to tell.

Should he tell though? He’d never told anyone before. Upon leaving his mountain home he’d been urged to hold the secret close. Yeti fur sold for a lot on the black market. He didn’t have much himself but if anyone found his village thanks to his loose lips, he’d never be able to live with himself. Elements of that held true for many of the team though; monster parts in general tended to sell for a lot in certain circles even if they were technically illegal to harvest and sell. So by telling, he’d just be putting himself in the same boat as everyone else who’d been outed as a monster. Maybe it still wouldn’t be wise to, they were all hired killers after all, but Heavy liked them. He trusted them to be normal. Or, no, not normal, but not close enough to friends to not be greedy enough to sell him out.

And so, decision made, he waited until supper when everyone, even Sniper, would be in the common room for food. He stood from the table and clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s gaze. “I have confession.”

“Let me guess,” Scout said, “you’re also some kind of monster?”

“Correct. I’m yeti.”

“Ha, see Snipes? I told you we’re all fucking monsters. It’s weird. What about you Engie and Pyro, got any news to share?”

“I’m human,” Pyro said, raising a hand.

“I ain’t a monster,” Engie said next. He didn’t say ‘human’ though. Probably an unimportant distinction. Maybe not but it wasn’t Heavy’s business.

Sniper spoke up next. “Aren’t yetis normally like, hairy or something? And you’re uh… mostly bald.”

“I have genetic defect. I grow much less fur.” Most of what he did have was on his chest and back.

“You’re a hairless bigfoot!” Soldier said. “That explains a lot.” Bigfoots were different, a cousin to yetis at best, but close enough. “I knew I would meet a bigfoot one day.”

And with that, the big reveal that Heavy had been wrestling with since Soldier’s outing as a raccoon a few days ago, was over. No one was even surprised at this point. It was quite nice to finally have off his chest.

Engie robot

Leaving Engie to guard the intel alone wasn’t something they always did, often Pyro stayed with him, but it wasn’t particularity unusual either. He was more than capable of holding his own in defensive situations. So there’d been no reason for anyone to think much of it until the explosion had gone off, collapsing that part of the building. Which still normally would’ve actually been fine – if their intel got buried under rubble it couldn’t easily be stolen, when they needed those documents themselves it would be more of problem but still a minor one – but the explosion also likely hit Respawn.

The chance of Engie surviving the explosion and the building collapsing on him afterwards was low. His only hope was that Respawn wasn’t as damaged as it looked from the outside.

It was frustrating waiting for Scout’s report on the damage but if the enemy team resumed fighting – they’d seemingly been ordered to stand down for now – Medic was needed on the front lines even more than usual. Their Respawn might be down but the enemy’s certainly wasn’t, putting them at the huge disadvantaged if any of them died. The only upside was that the clouds overhead were thick, blocking the sun. It wasn’t much of an upside.

He shifted, adjusting the medi-gun’s backpack on his shoulders. The umbrella sticking out of it wasn’t new but Engie had upgraded it for him recently because the ribs in the old one had been sagging. Medic could’ve done it himself of course and had intended to but Engie had somehow noticed that minor flaw and had done it before Medic had found time to get around to it. And now he was probably dead. If Medic could get to him before he finished dying, the medi-gun could save or, failing that, Medic could just turn him. An unlikely scenario.

So Engie was almost certainly dead and there was a good chance of it being permanent. That was… an uncomfortable thought. Medic should’ve turned him. Engie had declined his offer to do so though. So had Heavy and everyone else on the team. Maybe Medic should force the issue with the rest of them before the enemy team…

“I found Engie,” Scout’s voice came through the radio. “He’s um… well…”

“Dead,” Spy finished for him, “Not surprising. What about Respawn?”

“No. I mean… he’s not dead. He’s… it’s probably better if you guys just see for yourselves. I can’t carry him out on my own though so if you could come help, Heavy, that’d be great. We’re at what used to be the back of the uh… left side of the building if you’re facing the entrance.

“On my way.” Heavy took off and Medic followed. If Engie was still alive somehow he definitely needed medical assistance. Scout hadn’t sounded particularly urgent though and he hadn’t asked for Medic’s help, just Heavy’s. Intriguing.

Despite the need for vigilance against the other team not having diminished, almost everyone fell in line behind Medic. The only one who stayed was Soldier, still intent on his patrol. Spy was presumably still nearby too and Sniper had found a good vantage point a short distance away. So it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

Finding Scout and Engie didn’t take long with Scout standing atop some rubble, waving them over. On the other side of Engie sat slumped against what had once been a wall. His lower half was missing, nowhere in sight. No guts spooled out of him though or even any blood. Instead it was wires, a few of which were sparking.

“Howdy.” His voice sounded not unlike it was coming from a damaged speaker. “Looks like I got some explaining to do too.”

“Robot?” Heavy asked.

“Yep. Made by Fred Conagher. He uh, accidentally did too a good job so I made myself a body that looked convincingly human and now we’re here. I maybe should’ve said something sooner but uh… it is what it is.”

“We really are all fucking monsters, huh?” Demo said. “Or monsters and a robot. What ‘bout you Py? Ready to come clean?”

Pyro shook his head. “I’m human.”

Medic didn’t believe that. Right now wasn’t the time to get into it though. “We need to deal with all this first. I assume you’ll need help putting yourself back together?”

“Help would be much appreciated, yes. I can walk you and Py through what I’ll need from you no problem though once we get back to the main base.” Where they could turn that Resapwn on. Without the teleporters it was going to be quite the long walk but at least they would all be making it.

[poppypickle]

Hi 😊 I've no idea why I didn't think about looking on Tumblr, probably because I rarely go here... Well, I'm glad to hear you haven't shut the door on Chenford completely, and let me tell you, if you didn't vibe with them seasons 5-6 you're definitely not gonna like what's become of them now! Are you still watching The Rookie? And I have to know, does this mean you didn't like them getting together or just the way the got together?

Anyway, forever rereading your fics 💙

Hi! 👋

Damn, it's been a long time since I've had a Chenford question hit my ask box! To answer your question, I'm not still actively watching the show but I've kept up with Chenford's...evolution...through fandom friends and watching clips of their scenes. I actively watched through Seasons 4 and 5, but pulled back from the fandom a lot during the 4th season because I didn't like what they were doing with Chenford and it felt like expressing that opinion wasn't welcome in many fandom spaces. Then I fully stopped watching around the 100th episode, when I realized that the show didn't bring me joy anymore.

(more under the cut)

I was SO excited for Season 4 after the Season 3 finale, because I felt like it was the perfect time for Chenford to slowly move into friends-to-lovers territory. They were no longer TO/rookie and it seemed like such an organic way to progress them. Instead, we got doppelgangers, other love interests that were used in the strangest ways, and a storyline about Lucy's bio dad and freezing her eggs (I am using "storyline" SO loosely here, the show was very half-ass about all of this). I did like the stuff involving Tim's dad and the hug they shared in the hospice hallway (which became the impetus for my last Chenford fic with @cfr749, Want You to Stay). ANYWHO, nothing felt organic or well thought-out to me. Their first kiss being a practice kiss, the almost cheating, the anticlimactic scene where they kindasorta admitted feelings -- it all felt unearned.

I was a little surprised when they broke up, but not really because (to me) the writers never truly built them up, so it must have seemed easy enough to tear them down. And don't get me started on Tim's murder pact plotline lol.....

Anyway, this was a super DUPER long-winded way of saying that my fire for Chenford really fizzled out because I felt like the show was lazy and sloppy with them. But I really appreciate your kind words about my fics, and I'm so glad that Chenford has continued to bring you and others more joy! Watching their scenes this season has been interesting because I've enjoyed some it out of context.

So, I'll never say never to writing Chenford again, I guess! It's just hard for me to imagine dipping my toe into those waters again after everything the show has done with them.

[universe-of-peoples]

There’s a lot of different opinions about what went wrong with Wish (2023), and i think a lot of them are missing the point.

So here’s my take on what was ACTUALLY wrong with Wish (2023).

Let’s start with what the movie was. It was a cute little movie, just 1 hour 35 minutes long (for reference, about as long as Encanto and a little shorter than Frozen). It had a cute story and a powerful message about working to make your dreams a reality, with a side message of the will of the people is more powerful than one corrupt ruler. It had good music; not as popular as other movies’ music, but I added the songs to my Disney playlist and I genuinely enjoy them. The whole movie was just a fun time.

Now let’s talk about what the movie was expected to be.

Fans expected this movie to be the next big Disney Princess movie, the big important Disney 100 movie, because that’s what it was marketed as. More important of those two was the latter - this was THE Disney 100 movie, the “when you wish upon a star” movie. Yeah, THAT movie. Disney fans were understandably excited. After hits like Frozen, Tangled, Encanto, Moana, and others, Disney had proven it was capable of producing movies that were big emotional hard-hitters that could also be funny and entertaining.

Then let’s shift over to Disney. The eyes of the world turned to them as they advertised their biggest anniversary yet. They had a lot of ideas for this movie (as everyone keeps talking about), but they also had a lot of pressure on them. They probably had story ideas that would have cemented this movie in the ranks of Frozen, Encanto, Tangled, Moana. But you know what it feels like to me?

It feels like Disney got scared.

This movie was supposed to be THE movie that represented their brand. They would have to find a message, an emotional journey that fit their brand but didn’t deviate from the brand’s central theme. Other movies got to tell their own unique stories with diverse emotional journeys because while they were A Disney movie, they weren’t THE Disney movie. Not like this one was supposed to be.

So they watered down any emotional journey the characters went on, relied more heavily on the overly-relatable main character archetype (with her job interview jitters, big group of friends, quirky personality, etc), and threw in the nostalgia bait (that’s a given. It’s the 100th anniversary movie.) Compared to the other Disney movies that could be big emotional hard-hitters, but could also be funny and entertaining, I’d say this movie landed at definitely funny and entertaining, with a smaller emotional journey that definitely wasn’t hard-hitting. The story was just a bit smaller than some other Disney movies.

The thing is, none of these things are inherently bad. It’s ok to tell a smaller story. Other studios do it all the time! Heck, Disney has done lots of them in the past! It’s ok to want your main character to be relatable, it’s ok to put in some references to past works in your movie, it’s ok to have songs that are good but not good enough to break the charts.

So what’s the problem? The problem, as I see it, was the disparity between what was expected and what was delivered. A good part of that expectation came from Disney’s advertisement of the movie, and a smaller part came from fans’ expectations of any Disney Princess movie given the company’s track record. It was a perfect storm of This Movie Isn’t Going To Be Well Received.

IMHO, the movie isn’t bad. It just isn’t what it was expected and advertised to be. So please stop hating on the movie and direct your anger instead to The Mouse, the one who really deserves it.

[mercurygray]

Seashells from the March prompts for Marion, please?

George, I hope you don't mind I went in a slightly different direction for this. It's Marion, but it's...not. This is also for the Kind Anonymous Friend who asked for Harding's departure.

He still couldn't believe he'd left them.

His bedroom at Walter Reed was terribly empty - white walls, an iron bedstead also enameled in white, a bedside table, a small chair, a tray on wheels they could place over his bed if he wanted to get work done - if he'd had any work to do, that is. But Neil Harding hadn't been allowed to take any work with him. The 100th doesn't go off ops, and neither do I. He'd been saying it for weeks, even as he was doubled over in pain at his desk and Doc Stover was begging him to tell him what was wrong.

Well. They knew now. Gallstones - a whole lot of them. Easy enough to treat if you got to them early, but he hadn't done that, had he, and now he was back stateside, and his boys were still in it.

They needed me, and I left them.

His boys - and Marion.

There hadn't been a lot of time for good-byes, as they'd been rushing him to the hospital in London, and then straight onto an air evac flight back to the States to recover. He could do a month of bedrest just as easily in DC as he could in England, and there were boys who needed the space close to the war. The Army Medical Department seemed to think he was a total loss, as far as combat readiness was concerned, but he had things to do in England - people who needed him!

Who's going to take care of you, now? Who's looking out for my best girl?

They weren't the kind of instructions you could commit to paper. Red - please look after Marion. Look after, like she needed someone to check on her health. What she needed was someone to kiss her good night - to rub her shoulders and rub her out and fill her hot water bottle and cradle her, very gently, after having sex, at least once a night but perhaps twice. And the particular someone who should have been doing it was presently across an ocean, eating milk porridge and having a full shift of nurses fuss over his stitches and his wound dressing and his bowel movements, like he was some old fogey who would forget things if he wasn't asked.

It wasn't prison, but damn if it didn't feel close. There was a hospital library, and they delivered the papers every day. He was allowed his cigars, and if they liked the progress of his stitches they'd put him back on solid food soon. And they tried for some comforts, where discipline and order could fit them in. One of the nurses had set up his framed picture of Doris and the girls right where he could see it, on the dresser across from his bed. "That's better, now, isn't it, sir?" she'd asked with a sunny smile. "Can I get you anything else, while I'm here?"

He wanted her to take the picture down, but that would look bad. The woman herself would be here in a few days, but until then, he wanted to remain in the war, with the comforts he'd found here. "Lieutenant, there's a…a seashell, in my footlocker, in the top tray." It should have still been there, wrapped in a handkerchief. "Could you - could you put that out, too?" She nodded, and went to check his trunk, before pulling it out - a small, soft, pink spiral of a shell, the kind that you could hear the ocean in, if you held it to your ear. She set it down near the photograph like the two belonged together. "On the - the other side of the dresser, please."

She moved it, as instructed. "A good memory, I hope?"

Neil looked at it and thought of the ocean, and a walk along a barbed-wire edged breakwater in Southwold, a rare private weekend away. She'd found the shell in between the stones, tossed up by a storm. Your favorite color, he'd joked, stroking the pink with his thumb. Your favorite shape, she tossed back, and he realized how the swirl of the shell echoed the curve of a breast, peaking into a pink tip. He'd slipped it into his pocket like a talisman, careful not to break it, and that night he'd kissed those breasts over and over again like he might somehow commit them to memory.

Was it just one memory? No, more than that. But the nurse didn't need to know that. He had left - but she had stayed, and would remain until the stars went out. At least they could depend on her. Neil smiled and nodded, thinking of a woman in a pristine army uniform, laughing in his room's single chair. "The best."

[rebelience]

(   camila queiroz   ,   demi woman   ,   she / they   )    did you see them ?!   that was DRUSILLA SALAZAR, the winner of the 79TH hunger games. they’re back for the 92nd games as a TRIBUTE, and you know they’re one of my favourites!  the TWENTY-EIGHT year old brought such honour to DISTRICT 2 when they won their games with CROSSBOW, TRAPS/AMBUSHES AND MANIPULATIVE TACTICS.  they’re known all over panem for being so TENACIOUS despite being so RUTHLESS. they remind me of iron-gray eyes, sharp and unyielding like shattered glass catching the harsh light of dawn / dust and ash clinging stubbornly to the cracked leather of her gloves, remnants of battles fought and survived / her gaze locked on the horizon where the sun dips behind jagged towers of crumbling concrete and steel / beneath the surface, a hunger ━━ quiet, burning, patient ━━ waiting for the moment to ignite,  and when i think of them, i think of BLOOD // WATER by grandson.

DETAILS

name:  drusilla salazar.        nickname(s):  silla, the marble rose.     age:  twenty-eight.        gender   &   pronouns:  demi  woman  &  she/they.        orientation:  bisexual.        relationship  status:  in a relationship with dyna emery.           pets:  none.     place  of  birth:  district 2.   allegiance:  anti-snow.

BACKGROUND

in  district  2  children  are  not  born,  they  are  forged  and  shaped  like  stone  ━━  chiseled  hard,  carved  by  pressure,  and  praised  only  when  polished  enough  to  shine.  drusilla  is  raised  in  a  place  where  affection  is  strategy  and  discipline  a  second  language.  the  household  that  raises  victors  like  weapons.  drusilla  grows  up  in  marble-floored  rooms  and  underground  combat  halls,  expected  to  excel,  obey,  dominate.  affection  came  rarely,  and  only  as  reward  for  strength.  weakness  was  not  punished  ━━  it  was  erased.

between  all  of  that,  they  are  raised  as  something  sharp.  from  the  age  of  six,  she  was  a  fixture  in  combat  halls,  mimicking  the  fluid  grace  of  killers  twice  their  size.  by  thirteen,  she  was  feared  in  the  training  centre.  at  fifteen,  they  volunteer.  not  for  glory.  not  for  pride.  but  because  she'd  been  built  for  it.  she  doesn't  cry,  doesn't  smile.  just  steps  forward  with  the  composure  of  a  trained  killer.  the  capitol  loves  them  before  the  games  even  begin.

the  79th  hunger  games  are  set  in  an  abandoned  quarry,  filled  with  fractured  tunnels,  collapsing  cliffs,  and  dust-choked  silence.  drusilla  doesn't  fight  like  the  careers  before  her  ━━  she  waits,  she  listens,  she  turns  the  arena  itself  into  a  weapon  and  plays  the  long  game  ━━  not  a  brute,  not  a  showman  but  a  strategist.  her  most  infamous  kill  comes  on  day  7,  when  she  shatters  a  ledge  and  sends  four  tributes  plummeting  to  their  deaths.  it  was  efficient.  emotionless.  beautiful.

she  emerges  from  the  arena  unbloodied  but  haunted,  a  victor  who  shows  no  weakness,  no  joy,  no  pain.  the  capitol  adores  her.  they  call  her  the  marble  rose  ━━  flawless,  cold,  tragic.  beautiful,  bloodless,  untouchable.  when  she  returns  home,  she  is  a  capitol  darling.  a  symbol  of  discipline.  a  portrait  of  elegance  and  lethal  calm.  they  dress  her  in  silk  and  silver  and  she  smiles  when  told.  dances  when  asked.  never  makes  waves.

but  under  the  marble  surface,  drusilla  was  cracking.  the  truth  was  simple:  she  had  no  idea  what  to  feel.  she  had  survived  the  games,  but  something  inside  her  had  gone  numb.  years  pass  ━━  she  mentors,  she  tours.  she  does  her  duty,  stays  out  of  trouble  and  plays  her  part.  not  out  of  fear  but  because  she  believed  survival  is  the  victory.

during  the  capitol’s  grandest  celebration  yet  ━━  snow’s  100th  birthday,  during  the  announcement  of  the  92nd  hunger  games  ━━  everything  shatters:  victors  will  be  reaped.  her  name  is  drawn  but  she  doesn't  cry,  doesn't  scream.  just  steps  forward  again,  this  time  at  twenty-eight,  her  hair  pinned  back  like  a  crown,  her  face  carved  from  quiet  fury.  the  same  stillness  she  wore  at  fifteen  ━━  a  statue  carved  in  stone.

something  inside  her  cracked  the  moment  reality  settled  in.  she  sees  the  capitol  for  what  it  is  ━━  not  a  necessary  evil,  not  a  system  that  could  be  endured  but  a  rot  that  would  never  stop  consuming  them,  no  matter  how  many  times  they  won.  she  thinks  of  the  tributes  she’s  mentored,  dead  for  spectacle.  she  thinks  of  the  crowds,  cheering  her  like  a  prize  hound  going  back  into  the  ring.  it  isn’t  the  games  that  turn  her  ━━  it's  the  second  reaping.  for  the  first  time  in  thirteen  years,  drusilla  feels  something  alive  inside  her  ━━  not  fear,  not  despair.  but  a  flicker.

[xoalsox]

Hey mina ❤️ what are your fave bsides from each shinee solo? 💕

hiiii mal 💞 thank you for the question, it was very fun and also quite hard to choose just a few songs bc i genuinely love all of of shinee solo discographies, you can tell they each have their own distinctive sounds & styles which fit them sooo well. anyway here we go, hopefully someone finds their new favourite song through the following 🙂‍↕️

onew - love phobia, focus, maestro, shine on you, no parachute, conversation

jonghyun - what a perfect occasion for me to bring up suit up for the 100th time bc i LOVE this song so so much it's the absolute greatest song of all time to me pls everyone listen to SUIT UP!!!! also maybe tomorrow, 2:34, white tshirt, just chill, hallelujah, love is so nice, take the dive, rewind……..

key - another life, novacaine, easy, bound, coolas, helium………….i will fight (💖)

minho - because of you, runaway, prove it, waterfall, affection, something about u

taemin - (takes a very deep breath) JUST ME AND YOU!!!!!!!, identity, love, rise, blue, not over you, pansy, if i could tell you, not over you, deja vu, im crying, hypnosis, mystery lover, guess who, holy water, shadow, play me, experience….etc etc i will stop here for better or worse lol