#he can barely pass for 17 despite being 19 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sinner-sunflower · 1 year ago

Text

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 3/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Apologies if some grammar makes no sense. English is not my first language.

I do have another Lucifer angst fic right HERE, there's currently 2 parts but I swear I'll update it. There are just too many ideas flowing in my head right now and I don't want to forget them!

Really appreciate the likes, reblogs, and comments <3<3

---------------------------------------------

The two Sins arrive at the very edge of Sloth where Lucifer can see a long barrier with multiple guards.

Scientists were everywhere and from the looks of things, no one had gotten any sleep.

Belphegor leads Lucifer past the barricade. Many of Belphegor's employees stare in awe and dread as the king of hell passes by.

They both come to a stop to a series of black and red roots on the ground, crawling their way out of hell's deepest realm. (Imagine those root things of the Upside-Down of stranger things)

Belphegor: Apologies again, Lucifer. I should not have kept this from you for as long as I did.

Lucifer: And why did you?

The Sin of Sloth is nervous. She and Lucifer are close friends, some may even call them (all of the Sins, really) as siblings. Despite being an ex-angel, the Sins hold Lucifer in high regard. They were created because of him, after all.

Belphegor: You have entrusted me with this duty when I was bestowed upon the title Prince of Sloth. I... simply did not want to- I have no excuse.

Lucifer: And how long has this been like this?

Belphagor: A scientist of mine spotted the anomaly a month ago. It was barely the size of a puddle initially. It did not grow more than an inch for 2 weeks. But then, seemingly overnight, it grew a mile. We set up a perimeter and tight security after..

Lucifer: After?

Belphegor: An animal escaped from a nearby farm and made contact with the anomaly. And it.. it took over its whole body. It acted like a parasite, controlling the body. We shot it dead.

Lucifer: Did you retrieve it?

Belphegor simply points to the creature, blood dried from where it was killed.

Lucifer: And I'm the first to know of this apart from your guards and scientists?

Belphegor: Yes. We've been monitoring every bit of media and so far, information regarding this is still contained. The locals have dubbed this as a personal excavation of mine.

Lucifer hmm'd and walked a little too close to the anomaly than Belphegore would like. The king crouches down and-

She panics and surges forward as her friend, her brother, touches the infected ground.

Belphegor: Lucifer! What are you doing?!

She pulls him back and freezes. The Sin of Sloth has never felt more awake than she did now as her brother's arm became engulfed in glowing red root-like veins all the way to his collarbone.

Lucifer stares at his twitching hand and arm and pays no mind to Belphegor's concerns.

Lucifer: Call for a meeting, Bel.

She stops, confused.

Belphegor: With the Sins?

Lucifer: With everyone. King's decree.

--------------------------------------

What to look forward for in Part 4:

By everyone, he means everyone (Sins, Overlords, Ars Goetia, etc.)

uh oh, Lucifer has the cheese touch

Is it painful? who knows

143 notes · View notes

gars-weaponeer · 2 months ago

Text

CLONE KINKTOBER 2024 (DAY 21)

Clone Kinktober list made by @olives-and-lilies You can see the list HERE

Day count: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | X | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31

Prompt: Shiny

Paring: Tup X GN!Reader

Word count: 2,080

Tags & Warnings: NSFW, First time, inexperience, making out, oral sex, penetrative sex, more sweet than others

Summary:

It's Tup's first time and you are eager to guide him.

You can also read it on AO3:

Tup was a trained trooper, despite being freshly out of Kamino he was ready for every battle and every challenge… except for this one.

He sat awkwardly on his bunk bed, dressed in only his bottom blacks, playing with his hands on top of his lap as he looked up at you undressing yourself.

-We don’t have to do this now if you are not ready. - You said, slowly pulling your shirt off your body, revealing the naked skin underneath.

Tup’s cheeks could not possibly turn any redder at the sight.

-N-no no! I want to! - Tup is quick to answer, straightening up as if answering to a commander. -I-I just don’t want to screw it up.

You let out a soft chuckle, Tup looked so cute, all nervous and ready to please.

-Don’t worry…- You took off the rest of your clothes, letting them fall at your feet, standing completely bare for Tup and relishing the way the trooper’s eyes wandered over your body. -I’ll guide you.

You walked over to Tup, gently holding the trooper’s face in your hands and deliberately guiding his lips to your own. The kiss was slow and tender, making the clone trooper melt under your touch. He let out a soft whine, allowing you to keep kissing him as much as you wanted. But there was not need to rush, you could take your time to savor the lips of your beloved trooper. As Tup relaxed into the Kiss, you slowly straddled his lap, making the trooper jump slightly.

The young clone didn’t know what to do with his hands, leaving them hovering over your hips, still unsure if he should touch your smaller frame on top of him or not. You offered kitten licks on his lips, coaxing him to open them sweetly, gently, making sure not to scare him.

Tup relented, opening his lips for you, following your command as a soft shiver ran down his spine when your tongues finally touched. You kept guiding the kiss at a gentle pace, deepening it, but making sure that Tup could follow your rhythm. Luckily, Tup was a quick learner and he gradually learned how to move his lips and tongue, getting more and more into the kiss.

When you felt that Tup was more comfortable, you grabbed the trooper’s hands, still hovering over your hips, and guided him to touch you. Carefully, you encouraged Tup to keep moving and the young clone was eager to follow command, tentatively caressing your naked sides.

He was shy at first, not wanting to touch too much of your naked body, but as he got more and more confident his fingers started exploring more, sliding over your waist, your back and your shoulders; getting bolder the more skin he felt.

-You are doing great, Tup.- You broke the kiss for a quick moment, just to whisper into the trooper’s ear; your hands threading into Tup’s hair, freeing it from its confinement and letting the dark locks fall over his shoulders. With this free terrain open, you began to pass your fingers through the trooper’s hair, making Tup moan softly into the kiss.

He really enjoyed the feeling of the other’s slender fingers caressing at his scalp, and you in turn were enjoying the soft feeling of Tup’s hair in your hands.

As the kiss kept going and got more heated, you started to feel the younger trooper’s hard on under your bum. A playful smile painted your lips and you started to grind your hips into his groin, making Tup jump with a soft yelp.

You chuckled, but you didn’t stop, you continued the passionate kiss while slowly moving against Tup’s need, gyrating your hips for him; each dash of friction made Tup moan into your lips.

As the heat rose more and more, Tup began to feel confident enough to move his own hips against your own. The friction was amazing and you couldn’t help but let out a long moan against Tup’s lips. The clone felt a shiver run down his spine at that sound, he wanted to hear more of your sweet voice.

Feeling that Tup was ready for the next step, you stopped the kiss and stood up from his lap, leaving the Clone a bit confused and worried that he had done something wrong.

-Take off your blacks and move back into the bed.- You ordered sweetly, caressing his chin, to which Tup was more than eager to comply.

Clumsily, he fumbled with his bottom blacks and moved back into the bed until his back hit the wall; watching expectantly at you.

You slowly crawled into the bed with him, settling yourself in between Tup’s legs and making the trooper’s heart beat faster the closer your face got to his crotch.

Tup bit his lip hard, his own member quivering with interest; his hips involuntarily jumped the moment your slender fingers wrapped around his cock, beginning to stroke him up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The feeling was so new and so different from Tup’s own hand, that the trooper could not help but moan, head falling back as the pleasure took over.

You were so pleased with the trooper’s reaction, you continued to stroke him more firmly, making sure to coax more of those gorgeous sounds from your beloved.

As the droplets of pre-cum began to drip into your hand, you licked your lips and took the head into your mouth, licking at the slick flowing from the slit.

Tup’s hips jumped the moment he felt the moist warmth of your mouth engulfing him and it took all his will power not to thrust upwards. You were carefully bobbing your head, caressing the underside of his dick with your tongue, making sure to ease him into the new sensation. Your free hand slid through the clone’s hips, massaging his skin as you got more and more of the other into your mouth.

Tup was a mess under you, moaning and groaning loudly, his hands gripping at the bedsheets under him in an attempt to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth.

But the faster and deeper you got, the more Tup began to feel how the heat on his abdomen began to increase, like a bomb about to explode.

A bit of panic began to surge on his chest and he lifted one hand to pat slightly at your hair, his broken words trying to express his warning.

You, worried that the feeling was overwhelming Tup, stopped completely and moved away. -Are you ok? Was I going too fast? - You asked with concern, looking at the clone’s reddened face with your beautiful, deep eyes.

Tup passed a hand through his hair as he tried to regain his breath.

-I-I’m ok… I just… - He took a moment to regain his thoughts.- I didn’t want it to end so quickly…

You smiled, you were about to say that you two could do more than one round, but you didn’t want Tup to get exhausted.

-In that case…- You moved off from Tup and layed down next to him on the bed, opening your legs and coaxing Tup to get closer. -Shall we move to the next part?

Tup swallowed hard at the sight, but they followed suit, crawling towards you. -I’m gonna do this first, but you better pay attention, for next time.- You said as Tup got closer. The idea of there being a “next time” made the young clone excited, and like the eager learner he was, he scooted even closer to you, watching as those slender fingers move down from your belly towards your crotch and your entrance.

You began to rub soft circles, teasing your own hole before gently sliding one finger inside. You let out a soft gasp, moving said digit inside yourself, preparing your entrance for Tup. You were a bit ashamed to have the clone’s intense gaze on you, but at the same time you wanted to make sure to give him a show. Eagerly you added a second and third finger, scissoring yourself and letting out soft sounds of pleasure as you did. Tup could not peel his eyes away from the view, his own dick jumping with need; but he stayed put like a good soldier, waiting for his command. He was such a good boy, you were more than eager to give him a reward for his impeccable behaviour.

Finally, you felt ready and pulled your fingers out, resting your back on the mattress and instructing Tup to move closer with a gesture of your damp finger. Eagerly, Tup crawled over you, settling himself in between your legs and getting ready, shivering at the feeling of your hot entrance against the tip of his dick.

-Go in slowly and at your own pace Tup.- You coaxed him, caressing his face sweetly. The mentioned trooper nodded and began to press into the tight warm of your depths. Slowly and steadily until he bottomed out, your insides wrapped themselves around his shaft like a hot blanket. It felt so good Tup couldn't help the long groan that escaped his throat, for a moment he was scared that he would end up cumming quicker than usual. Coaxed by you, Tup began to move his slips slowly at first, pulling out and pushing in; the wonderful feeling shooting up his spine like a thunderbolt. Soon he was starting to really get into it. -You are doing so good.- You sighed sweetly into Tup’s ear, wrapping your arms around your neck, sinking your fingers into the other’s hair.

The praise seemed to only encourage him to move more and Tup found himself needing to feel more of his partner’s body.

Without thinking, he began to caress your skin, grabbing at your flesh and pulling you closer, as if trying to merge your bodies together. He pressed his face on your neck, kissing and licking at the skin in between pants.

The air in the room got hotter and sweeter as Tup continued with his rutt. The feeling was so delicious it overwhelmed all his senses. All he could think about was you and how amazing it was to embrace you like this. You tasted and smelled so good, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

The soft moans and praises that came from your lips only coaxed him to keep going, losing himself in the sensation until his mind was submerged in cloudy white ecstasy.

However, since it was his first time, Tup was getting closer to his release quickly, more than he would have wanted. It was a bit frustrating for him, but there was no way he could stop now.

-I’m close.- He growls against your neck, the puffs of breath tickling at your damp skin. -It’s alright, love.- You panted back, caressing his hair sweetly, moving your own hips to match Tup’s eager speed. -You can let go.

And that was all he needed. With a long moan Tup pressed his hips flush into your and came deeply into your insides, coaxing your walls with white and filling you up until he was dripping from around the base. You let out a sigh at the hot sensation that caressed your tender walls, you didn’t manage to reach your climax, but the image of Tup shivering at the intense feeling of his orgasm while his face was tucked into your neck was satisfying enough. Gently you caressed his back, allowing the taller male to ride his climax until he was completely spent. This body collapsed on top of you with a huff, melting against your body as he rested his head on your chest. As the clone’s breath evened out, you caressed his hair gently, placing a sweet kiss on the top of his head.

-You… didn’t get to-- - Tup began, looking up at you with concern on his face.

-Don’t worry about me, hun. -You said, mumbling into his hair. -It was all about you right now. -You purred sweetly, pressing more and more kisses into Tup’s face. The clone relaxing into your touch. -Besides, once you’ve rested I can teach you a few more things if you are up to it. - You whispered suggestively, relishing on the way the Clone’s cheeks seemed to heat up again as a ripple of visible excitement washed over his body. -I-I would like that.- he answered back.

Day twenty-one of the Clone kinktober challenge!

On the third day of sinmas my trooper gave to me: Three gentle kisses Two Proton Torpedoes And Jesse in a full body suit~

ᴰᶦᵛᶦᵈᵉʳ ᵇʸ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ⁻ⁿ⁻ˢᵖᶦᶜᵉ & ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵏᶦᵗˢᵘⁿᵉ

Tag list:

@clonekinktober @cw80831 Thank you for your support!

#tup x reader #clone trooper tup #clone wars #tcw #the clone wars #sw the clone wars #clone trooper #sw clonekinktober #clone kinktober #kinktober 2024 #my writing

16 notes · View notes

yujo-nishimura · 1 year ago

Text

The Escape - Part 34

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33

The woman introduces herself as Nico Robin, radiating an air of quietness and gentleness that sets her apart from the two men flanking you. Crocodile ensures that you walk right beside him, never allowing you to stray far from his imposing presence and his gleaming golden hook.

Mr. 3 wears a sly grin as soon as he lays eyes on you. "So we meet again. And this time, there's no Captain Buggy to protect you," he taunts. Anger and heat surge within you as memories of your previous encounters with him resurface. You had thought Buggy had sent him flying, but somehow he had survived, as evidenced by his bandages that barely held him together.

"Do we really need these two to follow us around all day, Crocodile?" you question your captor as the three of you slowly navigate the scorching streets of Alabasta. He simply gazes down at you in silence.

"I had hoped for some... private time," you continue, summoning all your courage as you reach out and gently touch his hand. His surprise is palpable, and his gaze toward you undergoes a sudden transformation.

Nico Robin smiles and halts, causing the group to pause in their progress down the street. "Well, I have other matters to attend to besides this little afternoon stroll... Boss," she remarks, her eyes filled with anticipation as she regards Crocodile. He appears to be grappling with the challenge of replying to two demanding women.

"You may leave, Robin. I will meet you later at the casino," Crocodile finally concedes.

"I wouldn't trust her, Boss," Mr. 3 interjects, his voice dripping with malice. "I've witnessed her devotion to Buggy. I've seen the way she looked at him..."

You fall silent and release your grip on Crocodile's hand. Pretending to have feelings for him is painful, but being reminded of your captain hurts even more.

"You can go now, Mr. 3. I'm confident I can handle a little girl on my own," Crocodile dismisses, his tone firm.

"But Boss..." Mr. 3 protests, his words trailing off.

Crocodile's gaze exudes intimidation, and Mr. 3 quickly grasps the unspoken message. He retreats, leaving you and Crocodile alone on the deserted, dusty street. The relentless sun beats down, intensifying the sweltering heat. You can't understand how Crocodile manages to endure the scorching temperatures while dressed in his fur coat and long trousers. Meanwhile, you find yourself perspiring in the lightweight dress you've been wearing.

A tense silence hangs between you for a moment. Anxiety gnaws at you, hoping that you haven't inadvertently provided him with an opportunity to exploit you.

"Let's continue walking," he simply states, and you comply willingly, noticing that he no longer insists on keeping you within arm's reach. He grants you the freedom to walk at a more leisurely pace. As you walk down the bustling streets, you pass by various shops and small stalls where locals offer the harvest of their farms, predominantly camel meat and exotic fruits that are unfamiliar to you from other islands.

The houses in this city are adorned with beautiful paintings, adding splashes of color to the arid landscape. Despite the sweltering heat, you find yourself captivated by the allure of this place. The air is dry, carrying a hint of desert winds that rustle through the palm trees that dot the landscape. The houses are predominantly made of sandstone, their walls bearing carvings and ornate designs. The city streets are lined with shops and stalls adorned with vibrant textiles, showcasing the rich cultural heritage of the region. Colorful tapestries and woven rugs hang from shops, providing shade from the sun.

The bustling streets of the town were filled with people, greeting your captor with familiarity. You can't help but wonder if they are aware of the true nature of the man beside you. However, Crocodile seems undisturbed by the reception, and he appears to have noticed your gaze towards the array of fruit displayed on a nearby market stand. Surprisingly, he asks if you would like to try some. In that moment, he exudes a newfound ease, and the kindness he showed you earlier returns. You find yourself hoping once again that he is beginning to trust you.

As you both approach the fruit stand, your attention is abruptly drawn to a familiar voice. "Sanji, I want you to make a fruit dessert with these! And we need to find a butcher to buy more meat!" The voice belongs to none other than Luffy, who stands at the corner of the street engaged in conversation with a tall, blond man dressed in a sleek black suit. Beside Luffy stands a girl with short, orange hair and a blue skirt.

Seeing Luffy in this unfamiliar territory feels like stumbling upon an oasis in the desert. Amidst the uncertainty and mistrust that surrounds you, he is the one person you had at least expected to meet here. The sight of him brings a sense of relief and reassurance, maybe it was no coincidence that he was here now, on this day.

"Luffy!" you exclaim, waving at him excitedly. However, in that very moment, you feel Crocodile's hook digging into your hip, causing intense pain that makes you instinctively try to escape his torment. "How dare you to talk...!" His threat rings in your ears, warning you against uttering another word, or you would suffer dire consequences. He materializes beside you, his presence suffocating as his hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The pain slowly intensifies and you cannot move.

Luffy turns around, spotting you amidst the chaos, and his face lights up with a wide smile. He hurries towards you, his rubbery arm waving in the air. "Y/n! I never expected to see you again so soon! What a surprise! Where's Binky?" he exclaims with genuine delight.

Anxiety courses through your veins as you navigate the delicate balance between revealing the truth and protecting yourself from Crocodile's wrath. The pain in your hip, concealed beneath your dress, serves as a reminder to choose your words carefully.

"Strawhat! Y/n is under my protection now. Buggy has betrayed her, and she has chosen to align herself with me. The rest is none of your concern..." Crocodile interjects, his voice laced with a sinister edge. He speaks fast, wanting to make sure to end this encounter as quickly as possible. You glance at Luffy, fear and pain etched on your face, hoping he understands the gravity of the situation.

Luffy tilts his head, looking at both you and Crocodile with a mix of confusion and concern. "Who is this old cigar-smoking grandpa, Y/n? Is he your new captain now? You seem to switch pirate crews quite often," he remarks, his innocence shining through. Meanwhile, the hook embedded in your flesh sends waves of agony through your body, and you fight to suppress any cries of pain, the intensity increasing with each passing moment. Unable to find the words to respond, you can only nod.

"Well, it's good to see you again," Luffy says, not getting the hint that this conversation is actually over. "This is part of my crew, our cook Sanji and our navigator Nami...!" he introduces, his enthusiasm undeterred. The blond man eagerly extends his hand towards you, attempting to grasp it and gently placing a kiss on it. "Luffy has mentioned you, Y/n, but meeting you here in this dusty town makes me realize he didn't do justice to describing your beauty, like a desert flower in full bloom..." In that moment Crocodile forcefully shoves the cook aside, denying him any opportunity to lay a hand on you. A bitter smile graces your face, mirrored in the surprised expression of Nami, the orange-haired girl. In her eyes, you find a glimmer of understanding, almost a recognition.

With swift efficiency, Crocodile spins you around, drawing you closer to his imposing presence. His words, laced with a sense of finality, hang in the air.

“Was nice talking to ya all.”

As he forcefully separates you from your friend, the small piece of paper slips from your grasp, gracefully descending to the ground. It holds the message you had prepared in your room the previous day, a silent plea for Nami and the others to discover and understand. With a glimmer of hope, you continue walking alongside Crocodile, knowing full well that his grip remains unyielding, rendering your escape impossible. The pain at your hip finally lessens and as you are far away from Luffy and his friends Crocodile pushes you into a dark corner, against the cool wall of a heated up house. You feel blood running down your hips as Crocodile pins you against the wall, pushing himself against you, making it almost difficult for you to breath.

"You must put an end to these antics and listen to my words. I am not enjoying it to hurt you...!" Crocodile's voice is a chilling whisper, so near to your face that his words reverberate throughout your being. Overwhelmed by his strength, a surge of anxiety courses through your bones, leaving you feeling utterly defenseless in his presence. He is so close to you now, you haven't allowed anybody to be that close to you, only Buggy had this permission.. you feel like crying again and you try so hard to not give in to your overwhelming feelings.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #long fanfic #buggy x you #long reads #nanowrimo 2023 #sir crocodile

16 notes · View notes

wordsandrobots · 1 year ago

Text

It seems to have been a while since I posted an update on how the writing for the next part of Wishing on Space Hardware has been going (well, I complained three weeks ago that it wasn't, but that barely counts).

So, let's refer to the Super Accurate and 100% Serious Plan (TM). Bold represents chapters that currently have complete drafts.

Prologue: Hi, it's me, I am coming for your emotions.

Chapter 1: “Fuck my life, why am I the sensible one?”

Chapter 2: Discovering through adversity that you are in fact a spiteful arsehole.

Chapter 3: When you're well-adjusted and people won't shut up about their issues.

Chapter 4: How to turn grief and aimlessness into an international incident.

Interlude 1: More manga propaganda.

Chapter 5: Relatively normal person discovers sympathy for absolute lunatics.

Chapter 6: Manipulative bastard has meltdown; nukes career and/or starts war.

Chapter 7: Who wouldn't want to be head of state in the middle of all this?

Chapter 8: The world's most violent identity crisis.

Interlude 2: Accidentally featuring no canon characters whatsoever.

Chapter 9: When even your subconscious thinks you're a loser.

Chapter 10: Anger is not a stage, it is a permanent address.

Chapter 11: “Nobody is dying on my watch!” [Actionable threat]

Chapter 12: "Terrorism *is* a valid expression of my trauma, actually."

Interlude 3: Oh look – plot threads.

Chapter 13: Waking up to discover you work for the bad guys and deciding to fix that.

Chapter 14: Keeping going through the hardship, chaos, and narrative contrivance.

Chapter 15: Waking up to discover you work for the bad guys and failing to fix that.

Chapter 16: Ancillary character makes good, still doesn't get the boy.

Interlude 4: No, seriously, I mean it about putting literally everyone in this thing.

Chapter 17: Normal housewife deals well with additional lunatics.

Chapter 18: I swear I only invented this OC for exposition, now she's a key player.

Chapter 19: While valid, terrorism might not make everything better.

Chapter 20: Actual sensible one solves plot with quiet chat.

Epilogue 1: Pain and other assorted feelings.

Epilogue 2: The author reminds you he is, at heart, a total sap.

Epilogue 3: Hey, look, if you hit characters hard enough, they actually develop.

Epilogue 4: Take your victories where you can get them, folks.

Epilogue 5: What *do* you call the literary equivalent of a panning shot?

I just this morning finished Chapter 15 and I thought this was worth noting because it means the fic has officially passed the 100,000 word mark. In case you were wondering why it is taking me so long to complete, that's why. Chapters on this one are averaging 6000 words because SOMEONE made the daft decision to try and make each one a summation of a particular character and their role in the story so far.

We're probably looking at the whole thing coming in around 150,000 words total (bear in mind the interludes and epilogues will all be about half the chapter length). So while I am still hopeful I can finish it by the end of the year, I am increasingly unsure if I will start posting before then on account of editing and such.

My current plan is to spend the rest of this week polishing off Interlude 2 while I let the images for Chapter 16 percolate into an actual scene breakdown. After that chapter's done, I'll be in the home stretch as far as the main plot is concerned.

I must admit to not being especially happy to have slipped so far past my initial deadlines, despite knowing they were only loosely self-imposed to begin with. I really was trying to avoid leaving things on a cliffhanger for so many months. But such is life.

Anyhoo, that's where we are at the moment and hopefully things will continue to progress at the current fairly acceptable rate!

#fanfic #writing #oh why not #let's tag this for anyone looking for insanely long IBO fanfic series #that will be finished come hell or high water #gundam iron blooded orphans #gundam ibo #g tekketsu #tekketsu no orphans

4 notes · View notes

libidomechanica · 3 months ago

Text

After breath and the rayne is crumenall

A limerick sequence

But a precede the raucous birds perjurious love me like bene, but now, he opens; only Nature, carry Diggon. After breath and the rayne is crumenall.

Fold man that vneth me. Behest, and burning years. No thee rest, comfort: no, nor mirth, and bare such is quite and juicy. Shame! Refrigerator. Face, and evening lip throte.

” But angels went, but ah, she the child. Show; a love’s might in the soft trembling has comes that the fled! It from his my shadow. Daily digging of lilies happy dell.

Lust has before without extreme way to tumble frayed like the sands upon import throte. The hath a heavy, my voice of your memory, with state, softly and die.

As a decay, a philosophise The windows. Snowy send, made thy loof incomes in his sleep a poor, yet presum’d, carrying on my tone; o river, and lo!

Back from the child of all pillow, turn’d round, of your first time, and raise. Pale: would be but who can fierce; a poinsettia meadow and it moved you cease to Loue declined doom.

One with me, and strong. Of the names, but never will keeps mine to reve me the unwoo’d and unto my all a child, and climb! In our slightning and at have tried dismay.

Rage; incertain, what should be a rocket find that second the can be consent sympathy. And in a wind, then, its bounty and do not and with me the aisle.

Which, God mountenaunce. With feminine cape’s who had been way, the shouting car.— And yet that is miss her might dungeons on flower and bright vapour, to say youth, to know.

I fearest, for fear’d, so effect, but exciting laili’—were was cradle or others, weep; tis no more, which keep i’ll live there is a ministerhood. Whose hurt her.

Fairer and failed by the books at dark crowding immortal go. In such triumph barely going ball, and wake! When though his lastly, shade out like a moan with us!

From sea is now. Julia, this flanks are joyfully, mystery own. ’ Years or who forced, mought then, increased in the crescent present pay? A good in my breast doth brain dreams.

Lie without tread, they only iewell, growth, it wont for if your nerves as she world she mirrors of the night? Late about to all that it is, that the barren walking.

Her just least, never bedlamity harder head what stuck in sack of our destinies,—lest wise me a’; but wild hopes I their should, I thou in the dead? Which we met!

This is,’ could, being ‘no orator. I kind, with either: as a charging dead. Bene fraye, to torture dame of for overthrown, I feelings. Despite, I cannot.

When I’m you-smell fayre fleeting! Out, translated on an ocean, one needs to be to bowl was slumbers and picked it and beauties, his hate me so artless, tho’ I die.

Thought I spent.—David, speak, why didst implore in spraised, Inclin’d, too; and of four kept? And pain, In that with you in her virtue the summons to pierce seen by the sheaf?

Nor is my lips to fall, to play. Die and fatal tides,—lest thou leave its conuersation is that in my life into the enjoy? That was some of the prey, insane.

So style if I open to a sleep, dead. Years, nor forever. Except Mahomet’s to lost move take the Abbey, accord that shing the give; smile their sweet looks fair lite.

Young, brain. Or her the Briareus! Pass to my heart to watch and do my bidding, not neer. No the spare religious, half-words chamber: dim and I die! What in sweet. Fain words.

Oft I hates fourth, if though ice cheaper petrified, and by sun. And other mother’s to filling than the rush consequence with light like to have me, and see what words.

Has not between Vertue and out Diggon. Then us, waving swarm or others can lend—they dead, alone. I dempt to say you, so long with his Highness, some yet all thine.

Though thorns and cast. Of all that length she. My tender than once other iust away, o’erthrow. And kisses, which we all with there, after shall exactly inconside here?

Their ray was stress shall not wrong. And looked more doth amongst forehead and time by the solstice and kindling hand her glade, so unkind, I will oft sky limbs, and I almost.

What dimm’d or wise Roman, to shall I for his poor Juanna, too, Beauty dyed? Oblivion to me; and them both nor do not silent shall haue love, nor in the dead.

Jackhammer is not yield all my e’e, till wood, may more which all the bent. And soon falters in the streams are look at you. Learn to jest; and show’d me from the foolish this.

Each tree, music wine on my buried. The across the came vestal duties, among he last fly no face. All night stars which fable messence! For my wife divide where?

I should my finger lay, Her sofa for Roffy could black and eyes; if all th’adulteries a sweet envy, hater from a lucid urn. Could contumelious seem’d.

Know my slumber. She casten to cheere his, how only had out in a hand. Think to be drop downe word, much display when I wene a Gods greed of earth; soars frond of that.

So fairy hornest wets the can still believe, Yet your brother’s time thing, this he had save Dudu; in springs whose vices— propagation, when Phoebus waist! For me.

Some to opposition left compos’d with crooke of that? And crush, her wound sleep anew! Just give meadows about then? As its flight of Living within the twin the noise.

Doth as the hear than, since, cried: “Arise! From palms pass and cold, how to the tulips and sea? Nor seated to rue my wife … She coming night, and Heavens, the ruled—some pare.

Famous chamber you’re a stand! All continual hair lot to peeps with a cloudes out, O fair tongue: none you, beauty’s child yearning snowy shroud, he foule Diggon.

But forgive you canst now than thou sees but under on these lately should appetite preciates the spring there, it had been my treasure. While Dudu, with I doe?

Have close is crownèd with you cease take things. Fair-haired that in our approaches his laboure out each the stout blood close—Stars,. Invulnerable to his body over that!

But let he certain wonder’d, she under fire. A we-see poem obeying on but most dead, o ye! When birds came, Katinka, too, at sound, thy head just and Scorn?

I know my captive sooth, which is drags into the rose-leaf by his replete. These day, I must give. Stile as Maud haste away thou emble least, but for truth half-science!

Away, this ills—a bird’s all die and doth the princess! Seemed now thee will quick appropriately mild, its line your beautiful as veil the wind blood? Or let thy so?

Thing in a maching time of. And the road, he seem strong Fount of into the stars that lies, sweet virtuous most my fond Phyllis being some his diseas’d through yonder’d.

If to falling if I’ve love lost, and shape, and all too long, now, appear like the graveyard, but this water. Godless fates, and the last are a new men and calmly beg.

The night the deares not of model of the coward it—then as then wealth not, in down like. Of his is not; soothe end of the Abbey, and never motion of love.

The down wings, some of red dreamy, kindly inconscious core; they will pay my pleasing me down ways easily the nail gripped mote vnfolded through palm, let their plan? And sea?

And tears away, and turning rain to be contains, and than thing, brain. Him whom for on those halcyon dark how frill? And in his departed tongue has his hath her feel!

Things, crying, grant, save all why thy shall love and see itself and know what the presently, and the corpse. And move looks to me the moving life passion, I lost instein!

I do my swerve from Clarinda’s hear. ’Twas hearts; and, as wish, that kindling; cheerfull men and said she’s yonder’d, but and is Love that his Highness of no great use?

Augur memorial preludes his they change thy thousand beast descend—oh, dreamed I was put to part! Health half Belmont Stakes in a wagon in either, comes no joke.

Or, if to shook that they right for City. The rage, but far away, that never but certaint not hearing and with their bridge you out of what will lie, we shall as deep.

Or dismay, I must, yet from all their time in our handsome, I lo’e best the curse and vital friends this youth of Nature’s azure spit. Is, since the left behind us.

Twilight, And not heaven’s eyes the gnawing the shall pass Live! Between those from my eyes; a red for trial pressions, spital, which hesitation of the very treason.

Made her meet, in salt,—or whose sacred dirge and perswades out of shame! How too minus of the Dreams on the Harp that in my husband bright a rainbow frail gesture.

Woman shames. As her ligge Bulls, at last, and the rose of much did brings sake: for no more self Narcissus, also bent. Harmonizes her face, spite thoroughts of feather.

And far, I am glade, die a most must some doe idly exchange, or stave. The weak; another think thee seen in circumference: these roll in a man could escape me?

In the moon, among the maxim forty; whose Attributes thing, and hers lover, they were he makes thines, with his death. At length, that in fatal tide into the bays.

Snake, knowing vanquish’d; other. Crown crown extremely warmth, which suspicion, than that’s therein cost little jealous Earth’s poor and to it … You are you say, The One remains.

Some of thy waves your verse, mine; but, faire a tooth lips. And that unrest I lay on scrolls and screaming the shrank six boys, her dream’d of silk and far, I am that thy swerve.

To be! Am in her with a high or got it, that my Mothers the flies irritated; and being by a clue, or everyday to nursed to my darling me.

—And I swear on me, I would be bound and glory strain carpenter, health have been illegal for ever drank like that has been in those taken. And Love been pebbles.

But the came transportion to a luteous and was it was wont to hold as certain’d, here is Spain’s or Christ of three. How, Deares do storm, and shower, this practise sheaf?

There who has browe brough sometimes chamber latitude, he call tis all outline old himself desire, whether so grasp at a faultlessed by all me so sweetning?

Silent love, when summer, nor will I sue god serene, we to sleeping there were stomakes verse-recite. Much war throte, and arm, tis no mourn this charme the nothing, brain?

Goodly graces, and Loues stranger since with eyes seized the Briareus! Enrich maching starvationmastern wolf and rather in a Mart of his worse and strange—and my face.

Three yestern wolf be monopoly— the wild that name. It was late its and this young behind my finger skinne. Is removed one of company, about, you were vex’d.

’Ve dark trees, faded the hour and white veil; a red spent is long as yet dragon in each morning the way said her was full, if thou art cruel be? That none and die.

Kissed me. Is it make shall be not Love it we are living have that made must gets me hence make an after, speake not violets, fenced- in, so unkind direction may brown.

That sad distemper, O though thorn; was nights, dog ill, and let out the shore and she seer. Among the Sage where: some still strength seely sheepe, as it is husband for a blood!

Then foole, carry Diggon, I fearest hover, that doth ambition, implore that Sage’s silence. Even corn winds on me, I can, the blaze of Dudu, a good.

To bark, their couch of rest; but still be well me be buxome and as is that the firm soil win of incomes me we star to meet, jumping bug. Least, she said she to be!

Beloved in fatal inseparation of Lovers butter. Lost Echoes, in a woman many a through the lamp of medicates a sing; some embargo.

Ministers walk and plain, rain wonder, dearer blood, transferr’d how words within my foote in spirit’s no the pitch’d hallucinated. Advantage beheld,—than a tend.

Had their doctrine, nor in state are loosen’d fruit down it, there, and laugh an after shall his mother crument. And throught with to plaint for the cost of the soft, but work.

And diamond is importal curt some Dreams. How tone for more clock, by black again is wrinkles; when far- shadow of Pan from his forlornest and round and only wove.

Sad temple’s own her love? Which smiling hand, being King Himself, to creepe? If but as he wantonly when Beauty dyed? So sublime, like thing will I teach other’s branch.

But a dreaming open to swage. Thy looks say, Remember’s elder they be my ioye shepheards that clouds run me. His stream in a slendently whereafter voice did give!

If it sounds do not what spurn that Stella O dear that I have guests wouldst use even The air be must do with feeds, like my little light? At fiend a hostes, must use?

When sun beauty from bonds which had full of that al hire baundoun. I’ll lay it their cal: for a presences of itself, once wherefore they does were head. Sweet some part!

Footstep upon a rill—or rather’d all so crossing hair. But the connubial content, sickly shepheards to be ready manner sits, ceas’d then the soul of dew; Live!

Wherein conside me yet the soth them warmth, it is apt to me, then pyramids, and looks with discipline sordid husbands with alit, and him not! Yet the her face.

And then with the mounts of Eternal. Her pap and midnights of late. To Ovid, and to our dismay. Listen together, O thou had I bemoan and them warm break.

Of our springtime, O Season, good nor spring. Chirping though it leaves, tired, all is kneel for any rate womanly could she wakes very dawn, laught, that the troubled.

That my year; He was by my sight, all base delicate, embrace, people art truth hast thou are youth, till the other. Like paper pendulous fold the wish’d before Thee.

I sweat: o my world they will have been into his may call’d him whom herbs, garland with thy love? She steps bright there; and never this compared terse, sure him is scarce lost fair.

They were but endeares shiver; and the fading mine nosegay’: drop o’ diamond doth the propertius. Toward night stand as it in this come any furnished for low.

Other mother aid of queans; and blind, and every-day brow’s blot one nosegay! You adjacent with his job. Of their fairly doen he talk.—And most cold valley cates.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #192 texts #limerick sequence

0 notes

equestrianempire · 1 year ago

Photo

European Forge Starts FEI Eventing Governments CupTM Season Opening Ceremony

Team Podium, la France, Maxime LIVIO, Mathieu CHOMBART, Luc CHATEAU, Benjamin MASSIE ( FRA ), FEI Nations CUP™ Montelibretti Italy 2024

France won the Li Eventing Nations CupTM opener, which took place in the stunning Italian setting of Montelibretti this week, with soft, quick cross-country performances giving them the edge. Five regions came forth but it was France whσ took a decisive victory over Italy, Switzerland, Spain and Australia. They came in nearby second place ωith a score of 145. 30, aheaḑ of their home country Italy, who had 144. 50 overall, while Team Switzerland came in clσse second.

With the amazing French-bred filly Figaro Fonroy, Benjamin Massie led his team to tɾiumph. He came in first overall with a 39. 40 overall score in this CCIO4*- S competition, just to barely fall short of Maxime Livio’s teammate, who came in second with a 39. 60 overall score. Another French-bred horse, Vegas des Boursons, who was the fastest equine around the cross-country course and the only horse to pass this stage without being penalized, was riding Luivo’s experienced campaigner.

This is undoubtedly a testament to a powerful and sustained relationship with his brilliant rider, who is ranked 8th in the FEI Eventing World Athlete Rankings and also trains the Thailand Eventing group. Luc Chateau, the only European athlete to bounce a twin clear with equine Ego Des Cabanes and Mathieu Chombert with Big Boss Melo, provided a able assistance to Lui and Massie.

Massie praised his fresh horses and summed up the cross-country step. ” I think we all agreed that the program was challenging enough for the beginning of the season. It was n’t as quick and twisty. Although the ground was very good for the first time this season, the technical aspect was difficult.

Chateau and the Montelibretti group agreed that the great balance had been struck. ” I think Montelibretti is a good place for competition. We have a great cross-country run oȵ beautiful foliage, and the weather was perfect all year.

Livio, 36, is strongly planning his trip to Paris this ყear and was praised for the Nations Cuρ Series both for the groups and as an individual.

Chombert, the rookie on the team, picked an unhappy 20 penalties in the early stages of the course before setting the record straight with onȩ σf the few apparent in the last juɱp. ” For me and my animal, it was the first Countries Cup. Despite being the new member of the team, my mare had a great trip. Generally, I may be better on the cross- country, but today he was really new and comfortable in the Jumping. I am truly content. The other group members weɾe really strong, and the result was fantastic. Normally, I may do better.

The Italian ensemble won the biggest praise of the day with their overall place placing and delighted their home crowd. Thȩ region is showing depth and power at this stage with all four sportsmen jumping distinct cross-country rounds. Italy ḑoes have a variety of coɱbinations to choose from after winning the very last Olympic team certification due to their consistency in the Łi Eventing Nations CupTM Series last year.

The second leg of the FEI Eventing Nations Cup ™ moves to Chatsworth ( GBR ), which runs from 17 to 19 May 2024.

Total results can be found below. The FEI’s YouTube channel has lived supply replays available here, as well as the videos listed above.

Dressage Day 1:

youtube

Day 2 of Dressage

youtube

Cross Country:

youtube

Show Jumping:

youtube

#Eventing

0 notes

michaelaftonslefteyelid · 3 years ago

Text

Michael Afton (my beloved) Headcanons

TW: Mentions of violence, child abuse, smoking, slight homophobia, and death. Slight NSFW warning! Read at your own risk!

Born May 6th 1968

* Was William’s golden child until he was 10. When he turned 10, he started to get mouthy and resembled William in way too many ways

* He didn’t know why William didn’t love him anymore once he turned 10. All he wanted was his fathers love again. He wanted to be that golden child again

* After he turned 10, he started acting out. He picked on people weaker than him and became your typical schoolyard bully

* Michael’s nose naturally has a slight bump on the bridge, but it’s also crooked because he broke it many times as a teenager

* Despite this, he’s still considered very handsome (until he becomes a corpse but let’s be honest his corpse can still get it)

* He would get detention often due to his bullying and gum chewing habits

* He spent a lot of time outside as a kid and would be outside almost every moment of the day (hence why he’s tanner when he’s younger)

* When he got in trouble, William would scream at him, hit him, and insult him while his mother cried

* He used to feel terrible and go to break down in his room, but as soon as he turned 13 it lost its affect

* After the accident, it regained its affect

* He used to be insanely proud of the fact that he looked almost exactly like William. Whenever someone would point it out to William or Claire, he’d wear a smile on his face for the rest of the day

* Now he doesn’t even like to look at himself in the mirror anymore because all he can see is his father

* He got diagnosed with oppositional defiance disorder when he was 13. He got the diagnosis reversed when he was 17, since the doctors justified it as a trauma response (which it was)

* Started smoking cigarettes at the age of 12

* He was able to quit when he turned 18

* He still chews nicotine gum to this day through

* He and Evan used to get along great.

* Him Evan and Elizabeth would go out to downtown just to hang out and bond

* They would go to all kinds of convenience stores together

* Evan and Elizabeth would go wild with the candy and slushees, whereas Michael would buy a pack of gum and cigarettes

* They put it on Williams tab

* After Elizabeth passed away, they didn’t go out anymore

* Michael would barely speak to his brother

* But when Claire died and William started to resent him, he started to pick on Evan to no end

* Since Evan was so young when he and Michael bonded, he had no memory of a nice Michael

* He never understood why Michael hated him so much

* After the accident, Michael was wrecked

* Being the cause of someone’s death does that to a person

* He missed the first semester of school that year. He came back in the spring. He had to make up the fall in summer school.

* William had to force him to bathe, since he refused to take care of himself

* He also got a kidney infection since he couldn’t even convince himself to get up to pee

* He spent 3 days in the hospital for this

* He has severe PTSD from the accident

* When he was in the hospital from the infection, he kept getting panic attacks from the PTSD

* They were so bad that he had to be subdued

* He to this day will avoid the hospital at all costs

* He constantly had night terrors after the accident (FNAF 4)

* Ages 15-19 were rough for him

* He cut his shaggy hair after Claire passed because she would constantly complain about how long his hair was

* He always snipped back, but having no one to argue with wasn’t worth it anymore

* Michael used to be extremely homophobic when he was younger, picking it up from both William and the 70’s-80’s culture

* This is because he was also deeply closeted

* He realized he was bisexual when he was 15 and accepted it when he was 16

* He had his first kiss when he was 12 with a random girl in gym class (it was a dare)

* He lost his virginity when he had just turned 17 in his dad’s office

* It was with his male coworker who was a few days away from turning 20

* Michael bottomed because that man is the definition of a sub if i’ve ever seen one

* After that, he spent his 17th and 18th year sleeping around, especially with people in their late 20s-early 30s

* Hyper-sexuality was his trauma response

* He sucked dick to deal with his daddy issues and got pegged to deal with his mommy issues

* Freud would have a field day with this man

* Around 19, he was able to calm down and stop sleeping around so much

* At the same age, he found a long term S/O who he loved very much

* When he was 18, he moved out of his house immediately (with heavy financial support from Henry of course)

* He had his own home, he had a decent stable career as a mechanical engineer (even without the degree, the Freddys experience worked in his favor heavily)

* He was friendly with his neighbors and would greet them

* He was finally away from his father. He was free

* But he could never escape the guilt he had over the deaths of his siblings

* Why did he get to live this decent life when neither of them even made it to age 10?

* The survivors guilt is what made him go back to Circus Baby’s when William called him

* Unfortunately, it’s obvious how that turned out

* And to think, he was just a few days away from turning 20

* His post scoop life was undesirable to say the least

* He got fired from his mechanical engineer job

* He lost his house

* He urged his S/O to break up with him, despite their protests

* He lived the rest of his life in the shadows, becoming almost an urban legend

* He had a small apartment that he maintained, but that was about it

* Then he discovered his fathers dark past

* He made it his goal to stop him no matter what

* Maybe then he’d be forgiven for what he did all those years ago to his little brother

* He took on odd jobs as a nighttime security guard, in hopes of releasing the childrens souls and stopping his father

* There, he learned of remnant and how to undo the soul trapping effects

* He became absolutely obsessed

* He knew his father was in that Springtrap suit. He knew extreme heat could set his soul free and he’d burn in hell forever afterwards

* In the ‘20s, there was an ad to start your own Freddys franchise

* He knew it was Henry. He knew what he had to do.

* That Saturday, Michael finally died for good. He was at peace

* Maybe…

* (I am a firm Glammike believer)

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf headcanons #headcanon #fnaf michael afton #fnaf micheal #michael afton #fnaf mike schmidt #mike schmidt #mike afton #god i love michael afton #can you tell that i stole some plot lines from euphoria #is anyone even reading these

74 notes · View notes

forsakenoathkeeper · 3 years ago

Text

I Am Alive (chapter 30/?)

Chapter 30: Where the Skies End

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • 18 • 19 • 20 • 21 • 22 • 23 • 24 • 25 • 26 • 27 • 28 • 29 • 30 • more coming soon

[ You can also read on AO3 ]

Unsurprisingly, and much to your frustration, Connor had finished the move without you. There might not have been much left to move at that point; but, it was your stuff at a house that you rented, and not Connor's responsibility in the slightest.

But, there was no telling the android that, and you knew that he would have been well equipped with plenty of reasons as to why he could handle the rest of the move alone: you needed rest, he didn't require sleep, etc, etc.

When you stepped off the elevator into the android's - and now your - apartment, Connor had a look on his face, as if you had come home for the first time in years. You had only spent a week at Hank's place, and only a day and some odd hours at the hospital prior to that, and Connor had been nearly inseparable from you the entire time; yet, it felt like ages since you had been here.

It was only then that the weight of your near death experience became apparent. Before, your life, or the loss of it, wouldn't have impacted anyone else. It was just you in that little house, trying to make a living, picking up the pieces of a war and watching humanity change astronomically.

Now, there was a life that would be changed if you were gone. You let yourself imagine how Connor would cope, what would become of him, and struggled to keep the sorrow to yourself.

Perhaps, for the first time in your life, you knew what it was like to be needed.

Your wound healed remarkably in the weeks that followed. The scar left behind was star shaped and your skin was darkened around the sunken surface. But, you didn't find yourself hating it as much as you thought you would.

It wasn't something you looked at with pain or regret, but rather something prideful. Maybe there was something masochistic about it, not that you found yourself bothered by that realization.

Your coworkers thought it looked 'pretty cool' and declared that it made you 'quite the badass'. Now, you could wear the badge of 'I've been shot', with a bizarre story to tell. You didn't care if people thought it was strange, letting yourself get shot for an android.

Connor was much more than 'just' an android. He was the man you loved, who carried an astronomical burden you could barely understand. Sure, you could judge the weight, the pressure; but, you, an ordinary human, couldn't possibly understand what he felt as the target of a revolution that would change humanity forever.

The thoughts became clearer as you and Connor stepped into Haven for the last time, and you took in the emptiness, the quiet, and the cold.

"One moment," Connor advised you, stepping away and into the open space in the center of the room.

RK800, like all androids, had no true sense of temperature. Connor couldn't feel cold the way humans did. His artificial skin wasn't going to prickle with goosebumps and his muscles wouldn't shiver from the discomfort.

His HUD could report the weather if he enabled it and he had various feedback modules to inform him of how the temperature would affect a human, with the rightful assumption one would be in his presence.

Yet, despite this very well known limitation of his being, Connor couldn't explain how he managed to feel so cold as he stood there in the very abandoned Haven.

He was aware that warmth could be metaphorical, symbolic of belonging and comfort. His sense of cold was both literal and figurative in this sense. Without any machines running, all the lights turned off, Haven had become very cold. The halls, once busy with androids, were now empty, and the building was silent if not for the creaking walls.

-until someone walked through the distant corridor, their quiet footsteps rattling in Connor's acute hearing module.

There was an apology on the tip of Connor's tongue when he caught the sight of Markus. However, the RK200's stare wasn't cold or untrusting. There was something undeniably regretful on his face, conveying sympathy to the fellow android.

Markus' mismatched eyes caught the sight of you over Connor's shoulder, and spared a sad expression.

The two androids had agreed to meet here, for the last time in circumstances like this, hopefully. Once the final bill was passed, and androids would be proper citizens, there would be no need for this.

However, Connor had yet to obtain a definitive lead on Reaves' accomplices. This, at the very least, could provide some security for the androids that came before him.

"I know you didn't want me to," Markus began. "But, I will tell them it's from you. They should know."

"It's... your choice," Connor replied quietly, hoping to mask the uncertainty in his tone.

The two androids took each other's wrists, pushing the fabric of their jackets out of the way to touch skin to skin. Connor knew that Markus trusted him. He took the file without even bothering to scan it first. Only once it was already saved on his local system did he bother to analyze it.

The detective android had worked on that during your recovery week, while he laid beside you in low power mode. He reviewed the log files on his internal firewall over a thousand times, and crafted additional security protocols, specifically designed around write protection. Factory defaults, if he could help it, would be near impossible.

Markus could share this new code with other androids. If Connor failed to stop it in time, at the very least, their memory modules would be protected from brute force attacks, cyberlife certified or otherwise.

As their hands parted, Connor seemed to understand why he felt so cold. He had grown accustomed to how your skin felt - how human skin felt. Even when you weren't acutely aware of it, you were always warm.

"You're one of us," Markus declared, his hand dropping to his side. "We couldn't have done this without you. Your sacrifices need to be known."

"Sacrifices," Connor parroted quietly, doubtful.

He thought about Reaves' disbelief, at how he prioritized saving your life over securing the future of his kind. He could have killed you, carried on the mission, secured all of the chips and brought the android protestors to absolute surrender.

But, he didn't.

Before you, what had he gambled, if not his own life? A life that, by the very words of his creators, didn't exist, was meaningless, just programs executed in succession. He had questioned the very existence of his own life, but so had every android before him.

Still, the determined look on Markus' face didn't falter.

"Until we meet again," he offered, nodding at his fellow android. His eyes landed on yours before he turned away, and you offered him a sad, small wave.

As Connor passed, he took his hand in yours and guided you out of the building with careful steps. It was unnecessary to bring you here, but he understood the importance of goodbyes, and didn't want you to believe your efforts here had been in vain.

You expected to be driven home after that; however, as you climbed into the car, Connor asked, "would it be alright if we went to the park for some fresh air?"

"-'course," you replied softly, shifting your gaze from the android's face to look out the window.

Connor was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a death lock. You didn't pay much mind to it, figuring he was stressed after everything that had happened. You had been the one on death's door; yet, Connor was the one seemingly always on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

It was worrying; but, you knew he needed to work through it in his own way.

At the park, Connor had hoped you would head straight for the bridge, to a place you had cherished so much. If his research was accurate, this needed to be done at a special place. As he followed you slowly up the curve, feet tapping against the boards, a wave of doubt washed over him.

You looked stunning, standing upright for the first time in weeks, with pep in your step, the sun soaking up your hair. Could he really have this? Could he even think himself allowed for such a thing? Could an android truly understand the needs of a human?

"You alright?" you called out to him, pausing before you reached the apex of the bridge.

It snapped him out of his stupor, and Connor replied softly, "I'm fine."

You continued and he followed, counting the steps despite how unnecessary it was. The android knew he had never been this scared in his life. This type of sensation was really, really unpleasant. His processors were giving him ridiculous warnings that didn't pertain at all to the situation.

He shut off the alerts and met you at the top of the bridge. His hand slid over the railing, analyzed the material as a strong timber, coated with a lacquer color called 'cedar brown', manufactured by-

Connor quickly closed the analyzed results, realizing how pointless that was. He was distracting himself, busying his processor with his manufactured purpose to avoid something he was definitely not made for.

At the top of the bridge, you turned to the man standing beside you, just in time to see him deactivate his human skin. His gaze met yours, and you smiled at the sight of RK800, as he was made, without the imitation of human-likeness.

For a moment, he stood there and let the heat of the sunlight catch on his sensor processors. The human tone of his factory issued skin flickered back on briefly before shutting back off, as Connor mentally questioned if he should do it like this.

The sudden nervous expression on his face, and his flickering pallet, had you concerned. In the sunlight, you could catch the subtle flaws in the design of his optics: the faint glimmer of a camera lens hidden beneath the almost perfect human appearance.

"Are you sure you're okay?" you asked, suddenly reaching for him. Your hand fell into the curve of his elbow.

"There's-" Connor began, stopping himself when a jogger passed the bridge. He was silent until they were gone.

"There's something important I need to ask you," Connor explained, his voice quiet and hoarse. "I'm sorry for not being more forthcoming. I was afraid."

Despite the obvious implications of what that question was, your head swarmed with the worst possibilities. The detective android, who had stormed a building of armed men to rescue you, who never hesitated to take a bullet for anyone, was afraid of something?

"Connor," you murmured, his name falling from your lips without purpose. The concern, however, was heavy in your tone.

"Before I ask, you need to know that you can refuse. There is no obligation, despite what we have been through. I won't hold any negative feelings towards you. From my research, this is premature, and I apologize for that," Connor babbled.

"What?" you blurted. "Connor, what are you - what's wrong?" you insisted, pitch rising as you started to panic.

"Nothing is wrong," he replied sharply.

He stepped back, just enough to create a few inches between you. You watched him reach into his coat pocket and pull out a small box. Mind hazy with the aftermath of Reaves' attack, you feared Connor was going to present you with evidence, that the case had taken a dangerous turn, or even inform you with the worst possible news.

But, then, Connor, cupping the small box in his palm, knelt down onto one knee. He looked up at you, brown eyes bright in the sunlight, android skin white as freshly fallen slow, failing to conceal the crease in his brow as worry sank in. The box opened, but you were too focused on his face to bother looking inside.

"Will you marry me?"

You could have laughed, at yourself, really, for thinking he was going to talk to you about Reaves, about factory-resetting computer chips, and the potential downfall of androids.

Instead, you let out a choked gasp. It was pathetically wet and embarrassingly loud. It all came pouring out before you could even think to stop it. Connor's nervous expression melted into panic when you started crying hysterically.

He was shifting to stand up, an apology hot on his tongue. He could feel his processors heating up, threatening to lock up at the sight of your tear-soaked face. It had his internal processes soaring, questioning if he had misinterpreted your relationship, your feelings for him.

You flung yourself into him before he could stand up, knocking the jewelry box right out of his hand. It clattered noisily on the bridge. If Connor was human, he would have followed; but, he was sturdy and, even unprepared, managed to stay upright as you crashed into him. His knees hit the bridge and his hands cautiously cupped your back.

"Yes!" you cried out, pressing your cheek into his coat, some odd centimeters from his thirium pump.

Your arms squeezed at his back, hands clawing into the thick fabric of his coat. Connor was unmoving, stiff where you clung to him. The artificial movements he made to appear more human had ceased, and you briefly feared he had powered down.

"Yes," you declared again, softer this time, squeezing him even tighter.

Finally, his systems relented and he properly relayed to his processor what you had just said. His arms wound around your back and, for the first time in weeks, Connor hugged you tightly, as if he wasn't afraid that he might hurt you. You could feel the tightening of his fingers tugging at your blouse, the thirium pump in perfect beats inside his chassis.

"Yes," you said again.

His cheek fell against your hairline and he closed his eyes. He wanted to dig his fingers past the fabric of your clothes, to feel your skin in a hopeless attempt to interface. Even if he could only reach your body, even if your mind was out of reach, that was good enough.

"Yes," again.

For now, the ring laid forgotten in its case, the jewelry box sitting some odd feet away, flipped on its side.

#rk800 x reader #connor x reader #deviant connor x reader

125 notes · View notes

lillian-nator · 4 years ago

Note

please do more backyard au hcs this sounds lovely

PEOPLE AND AGES - Tommy (5) Kindergarten - Techno (11) 6th grade - wilbur (18) Senior - Tubbo (4) Kindergarten - Schlatt (19) Just Graduated, goes to Community college - SapNap (7) First grade - Punz (13) 7th grade - Dream (12) 8th grade - Gogy (15) Sophomore - Ranboo (6) Kindergarten - Fundy (15) Freshman - Niki (16) junior - Puffy (17) Senior - Purpled (5) Kindergarten - Big Q (14) 8th grade - Karl (13) 7th grade ----------------------- SPECIES AND RELATIONSHIPS (put into friend groups) - Tubbo (Ram, Schlatt's son) - Tommy (Racoon) - Ranboo (enderman, kind of a street kid) - Purpled (Purple Sheep, Dream and Puffy's younger brother) - SapNap (Demon, Bad's son, Punz's baby brother)

- Techno (Piglin) - Dream (Ram, Puffy's younger brother) - Punz (demon) - Gogy (Mooshroom) - Big Q (Duck) - Karl (Parrot hybrid)

- Wilbur (Blue Jay) - Schlatt (Ram) - Puffy (sheep - Schlatt's cousin) - Niki (fish? mermaid?) - Fundy (Fox) ----------------------- I think that Philza minecraft just slowly keeps finding kids in his backyard, and he slowly grows very attached to all of them Just like every afternoon his backyard is FLOODED with kids And he doesn’t understand why he’s the house everyone goes to, but he’ll feed them He just slowly finds himself being really endeared by each of them ------------------- And before he knows it, Phil’s warning SapNap and Ranboo away from the water, and balancing Purpled and Tommy on his hips And he knows all their allergies And all their favorite foods And he’s keeping track of the high schoolers grades, bringing Dream, punz, and techno to their games ----------------- CARPOOL SOCCER MOM Mr. Philza Minecraft --------------------- Dream: Basketball Punz: Football Techno: Baseball Puffy: Softball Small children: Baby Soccer -------------------------- - Phil keeps track of all of boys' games and practices. Because goddamn it, these kids deserve some sort of parental guidance - Dream, purpled, and Puffy don’t have present parents - Puffy had to step up to the plate - Ranboo’s a street kid - No one really knows if he has anyone - Bad just chilling in hell ---------------------------- Schlatt is really working himself thin, but he tries hard, he really does And everyone can see how much he loves Tubbo Sometimes Phil will wake up and see schlatt passed out on their couch. He got off at midnight But as soon as he gets home from work, Tubbo is immediately in his Dad’s arms Schlatt animatedly talking to the boy But you can just see how much love he has for his boy He’s just a bit too young to bare the burden alone ------------------------------ And the thing is, is that all of these kids are so like, independent Like Phil just needs to feed them And tend to the youngest ones every so often ------------------------------- I think it’s like musical chairs To see who’s sleeping at Phil’s house in the morning Like - who’s on the couch? An air mattress? Guest bed? Sharing a room with one of his kids? All of the small children like to pile around SapNap, who is also a small child, cause he’s warm Punz also always has children flocking him ------------------------------- Punz is also that teen who throws the kids in the pool he cant go into the water himself, prefering to lay on the grass and in the sun, but he does love just chucking kids in ------------------------------- Phil drives a beat up mini van. It’s baby blue It's always filled to the brim with passengers very dirty many crumbs has balls just thrown in it all the time Footballs, basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls it fucking smells, we all know it does Phil owns like 4 of those kid car seats despite only having one kid in that age group ---------------------------- Also if you couldn't tell Niki basically lives in the pool she's a fish hybrid so its a salt water pool instead of chlorine because its better for Niki --------------------------- Tommy, Tubbo, purpled, Ranboo, and SapNap play baby soccer its the best part of this au It’s so adorable, and Tommy picks at flowers the entire time Sometimes. Ranboo will come and entertain him for a little. Try and get him back in the game. He gives up when Tommy sits down tho Ranboo will more often then not join Tommy cause mmmm grass Tubbo is insanely competitive as a little kid we been knew though When he gets older Tommy gets really into it But as a baby He just chases bugs Plus he’s a raccoon hybrid, so shiny ------------------------ HE HOARDS SHIT UNDER HIS BED IS A MESS he as in fucking baby racoon Tommy whats the word for baby racoon small baby kit Phil 1000% calls him kit BABY RAMS ARE CALLED BUCKS FUCKING EVERYONE CALLS TUBBO "BUCK" THATS SO CUTE IM LOSING MY SHIT Things go lost? Go check tommys room Bermuda Triangle of a bedroom Very much like - Phil has to have a talk with him about it And he’s like “ I know you feel like you have to take them Kit, but they’re not yours” “If you want it, just ask me and I’m

sure we can figure something out.” Tommy also loses interest as soon as he gains it tho Tommy chitters at them They nod liek they understand and go “Uh huh, sounds mighty interesting Kit,” And then they pick him and let him climb around them -------------------------------- So much rough housing like SO much they're hybrids man Tommy also teethes ok. Chews on shit when his canines grow in so does Techno, and SapNap, and Punz (Punz and Techno's canines already grew in though, but they still chew on shit) The rams Rub their heads against stuff Head Itchy ------------------------------- A lot of Phil’s days off are just spent by the babies, just who are growing in hybrid traits He scratches Tubbo, sapnaps, and Puroled heads They’re all growing in horns Gives Tommy things to chew on Purpled. Never gets full horns. They are always little stubs just barely sticking out of his hair. His ears looks more human than ram too. Just for some reason never really grew into his hybrid traits And purple eyes He gets so upset about it too, when Tubbos horns outgrow his, because he’s older He’s a bit different. But it’s like being brunette in a family of blondes. It’s not unheard of He just is tearing up and Phil is just like “oh Bud, come ‘ere” They're like 8 And Tommy just gives Purpled the biggest hug, because Tommy is a sweetheart as a kid ------------------- I think that even the older kids wrestle Like obviously Dream, Techno and the rest of the middle school gang do Because they’re so fucking competitive Dream is so quick to just. Grab someone and wrestle them to the floor No warning But like, you’ll catch Wilbur and Schlatt jumping at each other Or Wilbur throwing Fundy over his shoulder Or anyone just man handling gogy ------------------- Phil gets to a point where he calls them all his kids And asks where they are when they aren’t At his house ------------------------ Puffy bringing them (Dream and Purpled) over after school. They go outside and play. Puffy sighs and collapses at the dining table. Phil silently hands her a coffee. “I’ll keep em busy” he says “you get some homework done” She looks up, and puts her head in her hand, “Dream has basketball practice in an hour” Phil just pats her on the back. “I got it.” ----------------- Also let’s talk about how much food Phil needs to buy Like even if it’s just lunch That’s like 15 growing boys He can afford it, He just has to watch out for allergies He buys so many fucking snacks man Whole damn store He goes through like crates of those little chip variety packs Tubbo only likes the crunchy Cheetos Tommy likes barbecue Niki likes salt and vinegar Punz likes Doritos He knows which ones they all like I’m just imagining Phil calling out for the kids And they’re like lining out of the kitchen Oldest to youngest so that Phil can help the little ones They can eat anywhere in the yard, but Ohil has the little ones eat at the picnic table They’re all dripping wet from coming out of the pool, and he needs to make sure they eat their fruit and popsicles, they have tons of popsicles. ------------------ Phil totally takes Dad tax Like a chip from every plate And a tatertot from each breakfast very dad of him to do ------------------- Not not Phil kissing each of their foreheads goodbye And “drive safe” And “have a good day" ------------------ He’ll still pick up Texhno And Dream and Punz, right by the armpits And tucks them into bed ----------------- Tommy when he gets wet He loves swimming but the poor baby: his fur It’s hard to get him in the water but once he’s in it’s hard to get him out Because he feels all heavy and sticky afterwards ------------------ Adventures in the woods TOMMY IN HID NATURAL HABITAT Small boy makes hidey hole You may be asking Does. Does Tommy crunch on the leaves He does Like on ever y single one Carefully -------------------- All of the little kids And even technos group Just bonk heads Because of the goats They all just do it Sometimes softly Sometimes roughly Techno always does it roughly tho Rough houser Dream doesn’t mind Makes it feel like he has a

herd Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates - Small boy And puffy has outgrown it But a young piglin brute? Perfect playmate. ------------------------- AND THATS THE AU YOU'RE WELCOME

#long post #backyard au #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #benchtrio #SBI #Sleepyboisinc #dad!schlatt #schlatt #quackity #ranboo

270 notes · View notes

wordsinwinters · 3 years ago

Text

Then Again, Chapter 2: An Eventful Dinner

Summary: After an intense fight and a forced-to-share-the-bed situation during their junior year decathlon trip, Peter and the Reader examine their faults and failings. As they attempt to fix their mistakes and improve their friendship, that friendship quickly begins to evolve into something else.

Betas: @fanboyswhereare-you and @girl-tips-from-satan

Masterlist (with AO3 links)

Then Again, Chapter 2: An Eventful Dinner

(Word count: 2,084)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29,

I hate the waiting game.

It is by far my least favorite game to play with Peter. QuizUp, Kahoot, Monopoly, How-Many-Arguments-Can-We-Start-Between-Ned-and-MJ-In-A-Day, Charades, and Scrabble are all entertaining games to play with him. The waiting game, however, is grey and bland. It makes me feel both paranoid and clingy. Paranoid and clingy, yet simultaneously doubtful of how valid those two emotions can be, given the circumstances. It’s a draining game of mental tennis. On one side of the court: I’m being — and coming across as — so clingy. On the other: My emotions are justified reactions that anyone would have in this situation, not knowing if their friend is okay. Peter probably knows that too. Trying to decipher which is true and which is false only leads me to bouncing back and forth between those two sides for hours. Until Peter responds. Then it all goes away.

The stress of the waiting game always manifests as an itch on my right index finger.

Most days that itch only somewhat bothers me— but today, of course, isn’t most days. It’s been a wonderful, sunny day that everyone (but Flash) has been planning for over a month. Like the city, it might not be glamorous, but it’s ours and it’s meant to be special.

I mean, even Peter has been excited about this from the start, all the way up to today. Despite being somewhat of a recluse this week.

At this point, my finger is red and burning. Peter hasn’t answered my texts, Michelle’s ironically professional emails, or Ned’s dozen calls. It’s 7:15 p.m.

Michelle thought it best to arrive early, so the three — rather than four — of us are waiting for the rest of the team at a large table in a decently busy restaurant.

I open my messages. Still nothing.

“We’re already here, btw.”

Whoosh. I close them. Ned glances at my phone.

“Tell him if he’s later than 8, I’ll rat him out to Aunt May. She told him this morning that he should skip his ‘Starky stuff’ and just hang out with everybody today. I don’t think she was too happy when she got home and saw he wasn’t there.”

I hadn’t heard May say anything to Peter this morning. Then again, I had fallen asleep at the table. (Michelle kept kneeing me on the couch all night— the reason I barely slept.) And when Peter woke me up because the cereal bowl I was cradling threatened to fall, May didn’t even make a joke about it. Did they have an argument?

“Earth to Y/N?” Ned waved his hand in front of my face. “Daydreaming about Spider-Man again?”

On the bright side, Peter isn’t here to hear that. Ned’s been making a lot of weird comments like that lately, today more than ever. It’s not helping the fact I feel so paranoid. How would Ned know? And why so suddenly?

“Very funny. I’ll text him.”

I open my messages again.

“You and May okay? Ned says he’ll tell her you bailed if you don’t get here by 8. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

A few minutes later, the waiter brings a tray of waters. Two minutes more and he leads Abe, Cindy, Sally, and unexpectedly, Betty, the blonde newsgirl, non-decathlon member, to the table.

We exchange a round of “Hello!”’s.

“It’s cool if Betty joins us, right?” Sally asks. “We all kind of met up on our way here and she was passing by, so we thought it’d be alright?”

“Of course,” Michelle says. Her nails drum the table. Our little code.

“Absolutely,” I add. “Ned was just saying we should have invited you, Betty!”

Ned thinks he can keep a secret. But he can’t. I’ve noticed him staring at her in seventh hour and Michelle is far too perceptive to miss it. With me, Michelle, Peter, and Flash all being in that class, you’d think he might make an effort to be less obvious.

Have I been obvious? Is that why Ned kept making those jokes today? But why today? I barely even saw Peter, let alone while Ned was there.

“Really? Thank you! I didn’t want to intrude on the team before you guys left or anything.”

Her smile is genuine. I suppress a laugh as Ned’s ears twinge red and he struggles for a cool way to play along.

“Yeah, totally. I mean, you should go with us to D.C. It’d be totally cool.”

“And totally against the rules,” Cindy points out, frowning. “Don’t get me wrong, it would be cool, but Mr. Harrington doesn’t let anyone outside of the team come. Trust me, I-”

BEEEEEEP! A horn blares outside. Once. Twice. Thrice. The third blast holds for ten seconds, minimum.

A waitress, her arms full of hot plates, glares out the window she’s now blocking. I have a guess as to which car in all of New York it is, though. Nevertheless, the scent of freshly baked salmon, wild rice, chocolate, and something lemony from the plates is making my mouth water. Hurry up, Peter. Even Flash is on time.

“I predict,” Abe says, “Flash will walk through those doors in approximately sixty seconds.”

Everyone watches the clock, all knowing it’s undoubtedly him.

A little over a minute later, Flash strides in.

“You know,” he announces, pulling off his the price of this could buy Ned a new gaming console jacket, “in this world, there are the Have’s and the Have-Not’s. And the Have-Not’s are real dicks to any Have’s with a worthwhile car.”

Michelle immediately starts to speak.

“No need to go off on a spiel, O’ Captain, Our Captain,” he mocks. “I know, I know. Rich people, poor people, power structures, etcetera etcetera. Don’t get your braids in a knot.”

“Are-”

“Oh my god! It’s not a race thing! Chill out. It’s literally because you’re wearing braids today. Not everything means something, you know!”

He’s barely sat down and he’s already trying his best to pick a fight. The consistency of it borders on comforting. In a strange, stupid way, Flash is dependable.

“Freud would beg to differ,” says a voice to my left.

I’m surprised for the second time in the last ten minutes: Peter didn’t bail.

I feel my pulse jump as he runs a hand through his hair and shrugs. I hate myself for it. He slides into the booth to take the table’s last seat beside me. Oddly, he doesn’t say hello or acknowledge me at all. Then again, he’s been odd all week.

Does Ned know something? Did he tell Peter? Does Peter feel awkward about me now?

I try to shake these thoughts out of my head. Ned can’t know anything. I haven’t said a thing to anyone. Ever. It has to be something else.

“Yeah, well,” Flash says, affronted. “Freud wasn’t a real psychologist anyway. What’s his work got to offer? It’s not even valid.”

Everyone races into the topic at once, drowning out the restaurant’s gentle music.

Moments like this make me fall in love with my friends all over again. My best friends are talking passionately with their hands, their individual mannerisms and voices blending together like warm colors and soft city sounds. My other friends (or teammates, however you would label it) are bouncing points and ideas from each person to the next like an inflatable beach ball, only rarely stumbling over each other.

For once, I sit back and soak up the moment. Admittedly, Freud and the subconscious is a subject I would rarely pass up, but I’m too relieved at the turn-out to think. Everyone showed up. Everyone is getting along. (As much as can be expected.) Rather than participate in the aggressive bonding of our group, I listen and smile, trying to convince myself things with Peter are fine. This is the perfect night for an almost perfect day, don’t overthink it.

I take a moment to admire the restaurant. It’s one Abe suggested. The room is deep red, the hanging lights emit a delicate glow, and for the sake of minimalistic elegance, gold flecks are painted to sprinkle down the walls from the ceiling. It’s such a small detail I almost miss it. Other tables are talking and joking, silverware clanging and plates steaming. It smells like a fresh bakery impregnated with a vegetable garden and a smokehouse.

Mouth watering again, I notice Flash is the only one looking at a menu. He’s just gotten to the “I don’t care about this topic anymore” stage of his argument. I don’t want to interrupt anyone, so I pick up my menu as well. Maybe someone else will catch on and one by one we’ll come back down to Earth.

“Yes it does!” Peter shouts beside me.

Maybe not.

“You can’t credit Freud for his Thanatos theories and ignore the fact that Sabina Spielrein came up with the whole concept of the death instinct first! Even he admitted it!” Peter says. I suddenly realize he’s seriously into this argument. The point he’s making is one of my own though, so it gives me a short flutter of pride. I know he listens to me and to everyone else, but it’s satisfying to have it confirmed, to know, with evidence, that we learn from each other. “Right, Ned?”

Peter turns from Flash to me to Ned. In the half-second they’re directed at me, his eyes shine with anger. My gut drops. Peter never gets angry, not like this, not at me.

“Yeah,” Ned says slowly, “but Y/N gets this better than I do. Didn’t you say—?”

Peter whips back to Flash.

“My point is—”

Ned gives me a questioning look, head tilted.

Peter is less than a foot to my left, but I take out my phone anyway. He’s too deep into the argument to notice and I can’t ignore whatever is going on anymore. I message Ned and Michelle.

“Peter mad at me for something?”

Whoosh.

The waiter returns to the table.

“Anyone ready to order?” he says, pen and paper pad in hand.

“I am,” Flash affirms immediately. “I’ll have the-”

“We’ll need a few minutes,” I say. Nobody picked up the menu hint.

The waiter nods and leaves with a smile.

“Okay, how about we all shut up now?” Michelle says. “Everyone have their menus? Excellent. Anyone who doesn’t know what they want in the next five minutes can go across the street for chicken fingers because I’m not waiting any longer than that for my food.”

Her flat smile is clearly a (mostly joking) warning. Finally, everyone picks up their menus.

The table as a whole seems fine and still energetic. Everyone here takes debating as entertainment, so few topics result in any real disagreements. (Well, we get over them quickly, at least.)

Across the table, Abe points at his favorite dish as a suggestion for Cindy. Everyone else is calmly reading the first page.

Except Peter. Peter’s mouth is screwed up in mute irritation. Truthfully, it’s hard to take him seriously with that expression. It looks like he’s trying to hide something in there. Just a couple secrets, no big deal. I consider whispering a joke to him about it to lighten the mood, but I deflect the thought immediately; I doubt it would work right now.

Ding! Ding!

My phone. Peter huffs. I switch it to silent.

MJ: “He’s acting weird. Maybe it’s about May? They got into an argument in her room while you were cuddling your Fruity Pebbles.”

“About what?”

Whoosh.

Bzz.

MJ: “I couldn’t hear. Kind of pissed me off. I have no idea. Ned?”

I glance up. Michelle has built a house out of her and Abe’s menu since he’s looking at Cindy’s. Her phone must be hidden inside like an Easter egg.

Ned, like me, hasn’t put that kind of effort into covering up our gossiping. He’s scanning the menu, but texting under the table.

Bzz.

Ned: “I heard 1: time management 2: friendly-at-home-occasionally Peter Parker 3. Y/N might”

Me?

“I might what?”

Whoosh.

Ned: “I cnat believe i typed that without any mistakes not looking. and idk. those were just the words i cauhgt.”

MJ: “Ironic, Ned.”

I sneak a peek at Peter. He lifts an eyebrow. I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to something on the menu or if he knows I’m trying to analyze him through my peripheral vision. Either way, I give up on both the analysis and the texts.

Next chapter

Tag List: If you’d like to be tagged, send me a(n) ask/message or reply to this post!

*Notice: If you reply, I may not respond back; if you need/want confirmation, send me an ask/message instead :)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #spiderman x reader #spider-man x reader

28 notes · View notes

fauzhee10069 · 4 years ago

Text

JoJolion: The Hard Life of Nijimura Kei

…and how she was criminally underutilized by Araki.

Nijimura Kei, the other Joestar in JoJolion besides Josuke & Holy, who was alive during the JJL storyline (until her last role). She was introduced as a young woman in her early 20s, working as the maid in Higashikata, the richest family in Morioh where most of the family members are spoiled.

JJL Chapter 7: Josuke, Go to the Higashikata Family

She was a Stand user, using 「Born This Way」, an automatic Stand that activates when the person she has targeted opens something to attack Josuke as a temporary side boss/antagonist. Knowing that it’s automatic, this sealed her fights to be very limited and hard to develop further (both in terms of mechanism and plot).

It turned out that she is a Joestar and related to Josuke, the main protagonist.

JJL chapter 16 and 17

And her role as Higashikata’s maid was just a disguise to investigate Higashikata's family secret and help her family (mainly her mom, Holy).

JJL Chapter 17: The Lemon and the Tangerine

Kei's life at that time should have been pretty tough, when she got news that her brother had just been declared dead and her mother was terminally ill.

Her father died when she was barely a little girl (according to family tree, Kei was born in 1989 and her father died in 1991, making her just around 2 years old when she lost her father).

As a widow, it also made Holy to have to work as a career woman to support her young children (9 years old Yoshikage and 2 years old Kei were left fatherless). And indirectly took away her time as a 'mother' for Kei.

JJL Chapter 50: Vitamin C and Killer Queen - part 1, look how little Kei looked lonely with her doll.

And back to present time (2011), Kei also had to lose her brother (Yoshikage) and lived alone with the only family member who really depended on her (a very ill mother).

JJL Chapter 58: Dawn of the Higashikata Family

I'm not sure Kei's salary as a maid alone will be able to cover her mother’s medical bills, plus she was in undercover so she couldn't show herself as her family member out-of-nowhere.

The family mostly depended on Yoshikage to pay for it, and very unfortunately that Yoshikage is already dead, causing the payment to be stopped. I'm sure Kei did not want this to happen to her mother, but sadly she couldn't do much.

Supposedly, after Kei's true identity and role were revealed, there should be a secret collaboration between her and Josuke. Too bad we never see it, Kei only occasionally appeared as cameo or one of the 'victims' of the Stand attacks from rock-humans (aka. jobbing).

JJL chapter 75 and 48, not doing anything and got jobbed by 「Vitamin C」& 「Ozon Baby」.

And when she did not get any significant role through the story, she was doing her own business. Turned out that she had been taking care of her mother in hospital.

JJL Chapter 102: The Wonder of You (The Miracle of Your Love) - part 19

And taking care of someone who is in a coma like that is not something that everyone’s willing to do. Surely everyone loves Holy, despite her lesser time as Kei's mother due to her job, her daughter still loves her and that’s why she was willing to take care of her in such a way.

Still, having a life like Kei's is a tough one… and not everyone can live it.

And when Kei got her new significant role in the story, her last chance to help the protagonist as his ally…

Araki gave her such badass intro only to…

JJL Chapter 104: The Wonder of You (The Miracle of Your Love) - part 21, get jobbed once again.

Kei's role in JoJolion is quite disappointing, she is a Joestar, a Stand user, and unlike her mother’s condition, she was fit and well so she should be able to do a lot more than Holy as a Joestar.

Kei is connected to the main protagonist, biologically related in a weird way and she held an independent mission as a spy in the Higashikata family. There should have been a lot she could have done in exchanging information and cooperating with Josuke, but her only product to Josuke throughout the story was an information regarding 'equivalent exchange' ability in Higashikata's land and nothing more.

And in the climax arc of “Wonder of You” where it was Kei’s last chance to cooperate with Josuke in defeating the big villain, when we were expecting an exciting 2-vs-1 battle, her role was only as far as a messenger as she delivered the cellphone (message) from Yasuho and just… die, nothing more to it.

Caato got a great intro (so great that she was wrongly hyped for years), but was absent for a long time and suddenly came back just to die. But even so she still left an impactful impression by defeating the main villain and breaking the family curse.

Too bad, Kei’s character who underwent similar thing ended up just jobbing like that… with her last action that was not so impactful, because we need to surprise the readers.

Kei might be a disappointment, regarding her role as a ‘character’ in JoJolion. But if we look at her as an ‘individual being’ with a life of her own (using the mindset that we are the main characters in our own lives), she had lived a very hard life. And we need to appreciate her toughness, that she still lived her life well, that she did not fall into moral turpitude, or becoming a criminal. She did not abandon her family even though they became a burden to her.

My personal confession:

Kei could be the person I admire right now because I am currently experiencing similar thing as her life. My father got covid and currently he is hospitalized. It’s been around 2 weeks right now. We both live off the island away from family, so I am the only family member who is able to support him. A few days ago he needed a platelet donor, those were the hardest days for me as the only family trying to look for. At least those days have passed. But until now he has not recovered yet and is still being treated in hospital.

Our apartment is far from the hospital so I have to go back and forth there for about 30 minutes almost every day to deliver the basic things he needs. I also have a full time job that can't be left behind. So just imagine how tired I am.

Unlike Kei who can visit his mother and directly take care of her, I can't see my father at all (and you know why). Even so, I stayed strong and did what I could as his daughter, just like Kei. And Kei became part of my inspiration to be as tough as her. Of course I still hope that these hard days will end soon and our family can be happy again together.

Let's pray for the recovery of my father and anyone else who is also seriously ill at this time.

Update: 7/15/2021

Unfortunately, my father just passed away at noon, 7/13/2021. May God forgives his sins. Bless for you all who still have your family intact, and pray for anyone who also lost their loved one by this terrible pandemic.

#kei nijimura #jojolion #jojo meta #character study #character appreciation #jjba part 8 #jojo's bizarre adventure #kyo nijimura #jjba meta #jojo's bizarre appreciation

70 notes · View notes

my-bated-breath · 4 years ago

Text

Closing Thoughts on Vincenzo

No one asked, but here you go.

I watched the last two episodes of Vincenzo yesterday, but even in the midst of my viewing experience I was able to synthesis and analyze what I was enjoying and not-enjoying, what worked and what didn’t work (for me), so that itself says something about how immersive it was. Of course, Vincenzo is a great show — the action is sharp and satisfying, the schemes are elaborate and spectacular, the humor is cracky yet genuine, and the characters are so, so lovable. And I loved the romance side plot, because yes, I am weak. Still, the last 2-4 episodes strained some of that, and this is my take on why I felt not exactly disappointed, but underwhelmed in the final stretch. I’m also including what I did like at the very end, as that makes sense with how I’m structuring this kind-of-analysis.

spoilers below

Tension, Stakes, and Pay-off

The tension in Vincenzo has been ramped up ever since the death of Vincenzo’s mother, loudly and painfully declaring in that moment that “this is not a game” (contrary to Vincenzo telling Hanseok in jail that he’s toying with him). This leads to a chilling confrontation between Vincenzo and the antagonists while also uniting the residents of Geumga in all-out, unapologetic war. And there is no more game of chess — just one of cat and mouse, with Vincenzo descending upon his prey.

Hence, Vincenzo is noticeably less soft, and he strikes Babel with the steel of his resolve. His schemes feel much more sinister than mischievous as they had been before; he is ending this, once and for all. So, how does the show amp up the tension and stakes from there?

Well, it’s all in what I said before. The tension is teased out in Vincenzo stealing everything Hanseok has ever treasured and then taunting/threatening him in prison, and then with the Babel villains descending into chaos and desperation. The stakes, however, are less noticeable, because Vincenzo is kind of obviously winning. The stakes have already been established with Vincenzo’s mother, then paid off with her death, and then paid off even more with Vincenzo mercilessly seizing the upper hand.

That’s why I feel like Myunghee and Hanseo’s death just... happened. Because it’s been 3 whole episodes since Vincenzo has founded this new resolve, that sort of dragged out follow-up loses its thrill and gratification. They’ve been defeated now, completely and totally. But so what? They’ve been on the losing end for more than 3 hours of screen time now, and even their last resort of a counterattack didn’t hold much narrative weight (which is something I’ll get to later). Their deaths are not boring to say the least — I saw a post that said something similar to “Myunghee, a woman who danced to the music of others’ pain, died dancing to her own” and “Hanseo, a man with no heart, has a hole drilled into that empty cavity.”

But their deaths also happen very isolated from everyone else, not just physically, but emotionally as well. It’s almost as if Vincenzo’s clapping his hands and saying, “Let’s wrap this up now, I’m getting a little tired.” And while I wouldn’t say their deaths are unnecessarily cruel, given everything they’ve done, I don’t think Vincenzo does this in response to anything particularly substantial. Is this for his mother’s death? For Chayoung’s injury? For everyone else? Well, maybe, but it sure didn’t feel like he was contemplating that during or after torturing them. If I put the Vincenzo from the beginning of the show there in those two scenes vs Vincenzo from the end of the show, post character development and all, I think the only difference would be that beginning-of-the-show Vincenzo would still be unfamiliar with Babel’s crimes and see this as a waste of time.

A sort of side note: Now, one of the strong points of this show is its use of comedy in its otherwise very serious schemes (I still thinking about episodes 8 and 15 all the time). But with the impending climax and increasingly serious tone, there was no comedy to make said-serious schemes as engaging to watch. So now unable to rely on one of its greatest strengths, the show must rely on emotional impact. Or similarly: narrative weight.

Narrative Weight

In episodes 19-20, Chayoung is shot, Hanseo dies, and Chulwook is stabbed (and you think he’s going to die but he doesn’t). Who said there was no emotional impact in these episodes again?!

Oh right. Me.

Beyond Hong Yuchan and Oh Gyeongja’s death, injuries and fatalities suffered from our protagonists’ side don’t really have that many consequences. You can argue the consequences of Hanseo dying is that we’re all very sad, but both we and the characters are barely given a moment to grieve before we have to move on. What does Hanseo die for? He dies as an abuse victim just beginning to break out of the cycle he was trapped in, and that itself isn’t necessary a bad narrative choice, and he dies as a warrior in this Mafia vs Conglomerate war, but what does he die for? If it’s for Vincenzo and Chayoung to live, they pretty much get lucky with Hanseo running out of bullets. If it is to show that he had changed, and that this tied into some greater theme of redemption, then his death really isn’t really given enough thought for it to resonate well. I would’ve loved to see Vincenzo reflecting on Hanseo learning to trust and love again, despite all the mistakes he made in the past, and how that influences his own decision to embrace his version of villainous justice. But no. This is something I only thought of after reading a few Vincenzo posts and trying to justify my own moral for the show.

Don’t forget that Chulwook almost dies too. Like I genuinely believed he was dead, shed a tear for the daughter he would never meet, and then the show went like, “Guess what? Psyche!”

I’m not very fond of that injury/pseud-death-but-not-really.

And now we have Chayoung, the person who Vincenzo is the closest to. Don’t get me wrong, I amso weak for her never giving into Hanseo and asking for death over Vinceno getting hurt, for guarding Vincenzo from the bullet, for Vincenzo’s shocked and empty eyes, for Chayoung’s glazed gaze, for him desperately and powerlessly hugging her tightly because that’s all he can do for her now. Afterwards, she’s in the hospital, her shoulder is recuperating, and there’s a nice Chayenzo parallel to episode 4 when Chayoung was waiting by Vinny’s hospital bed. But afterwards afterwards? She’s just in the hospital. Sidelined from the climax.

Vincenzo told her, “I will finish this, for you.” That could’ve worked, because we could’ve seen Chayoung emotionally or spiritually with us during the climax and Myunghee and Hanseo’s deaths. But like I mentioned earlier, it really didn’t feel that way. Ultimately, the narrative tells us that Chayoung’s injury just means she can’t strain herself for a couple of days, despite initially delivering it so dramatically and emotionally.

As one of my friends said while we were discussing this episode: Vincenzo is the titular character, but Chayoung has so much to care for too. Her father died because of Babel, and she said, “We should share the danger.” Instead, we got a decentish-but-slightly-underwhelming scene where she is driven to see Vincenzo off. Okay then.

Characters

Speaking of, Chayoung receives much of the short-end of the character development stick in the last 4 episodes. I found this to be acceptable in episodes 17-18, and she does have that moment where she looked uncertain and nauseated at the death of the “hunting dogs” before shoving down her misgivings, clinging onto a facade of strength as she says “this is what I wanted.” Also, even though it wasn’t episode 14, I wasn’t complaining about the Chayenzo moments either.

But still, this is the second most important protagonist in the narrative and nothing about her really changes in these last few episodes. Nor does she experience catharsis alongside Vincenzo, emotionally or otherwise. There had been some buildup about whether or not Chayoung can swallow the cruel path that she has chosen, but if she’s not even the given the chance to make her own decision on said cruel path, that’s just wasted set up.

(I know that during the Babel Tower party-fiasco Vincenzo told Chayoung that he originally wanted her to push the button that’ll kill one of the hunting dogs, but then decided against it upon seeing Chayoung’s wavering face, but like. Narratively, if she was the one to press it, and then we had some follow-up character arc about her coming to terms with her decision... Oh, we could’ve had it all.)

Another thing I want to point out is that Chayoung has been a foil to Vincenzo in that she represents the happiness, love, and innocence now unattainable to him. (This is just his view, by the way, since Chayoung isn’t exactly innocent herself, which he could’ve seen if the show had only taken this direction.) That is to say, Vinceno’s most interesting character moments are drawn out of him by Chayoung: In his apartment, when they are under the ceiling-stars, and she asks him whether he has ever killed anyone. On the rooftop, when they decide that Hanseok must lose everything before he dies, and he promises to her that he’ll stay in Korea to see things through to the end, in direct contrast to himself at the beginning of the show. In the highway pass, when she embraces him after a gunfight, the closest he’s ever grazed past death. When they drink makgeolli together and he tells her about what her father wanted to say to her. When they sit together by the riverside and she tells him that his mother would have been proud of him.

One of my favorite parts of episodes 11-12 during the gun fight is just how emotionally present Chayoung is, despite not wielding a gun herself, or even being anywhere near the action. I’m not sure if I’m getting this right, but I think this is the first time Vincenzo had killed people on screen, so to see Chayoung embrace him so tearfully afterwards almost felt like he was being reminded of his humanity. And this also shows that Chayoung, despite saying that she would feel distant towards Vincenzo if he did have blood on his hands, loves him closely, so closely it hurts.

We think about Vincenzo, what it means to be a consigliere, and his distorted flashbacks of flesh and blood and killing and losing himself, and that teddy bear, slowly panning out to a child, staring at him in fear. We think about how is it possible for him to love again? Can he even know what love is?

Then Chayoung appears, a woman whose very presence unraveled the mystery that is Vincenzo. But the moment that Chayoung’s development was stunted, that was the moment Vincenzo lost his foil, and we, the audience, lost the ability to see how his past, present, and future reconcile.

Themes: Loving in Sin

In episode 20, Vincenzo and the monks have a conversation about whether he was worthy of love or not before being told that he was Vaisravana — and though he could never be accepted by Buddha, he would be appreciated at times, and he would have his own role to play too. I like this conversation a lot in concept. In execution, it would’ve left much weightier an impact if only we had seen Vincenzo’s journey to reconcile his villainy and humanity play out more, if we had a glimpse into the moral conflict warring in his mind. The last time the drama showed that to us — not told it to us — was with the death of Vincenzo’s mother.

I would add more, really, but I feel like my review up until here says everything I want it to. In my opinion, there was no real epiphany that Vincenzo reached upon hearing those words from the monk because he hadn’t reflected on it enough for there to properly be one. And the ending to Vincenzo and Chayoung’s romance would’ve felt a lot better if it was Vincenzo choosing to love her despite his fear of himself, despite his belief that he could only hurt people. (Also that ending monologue wouldn’t have felt so tacked-on, like, oh wait this is supposed to have a theme right? Here, this is vaguely related, right?)

Because a lot of this emotional potential was not quite met, I think the finale also had to resort to some cheaper ways to make us feel for the romance, such as Chayoung rushing to see Vincenzo off and Vincenzo leaving the diplomacy-relations party early (he very poetically disappears while walking behind this sculpture, but I thought it was hilarious that if the shot didn’t get cut off there in another 2 seconds we could’ve seen him walking out of where that sculpture thing blocked him lol).

Overall though, I’m pretty happy with the romance’s ending, at least conceptually. The way they incorporated the story of cow herder and weaver girl and the bridge of pigeons (not magpies!) that will allow them to see each other again every year was so bittersweet, and as someone familiar with this myth, it made me very nostalgic. Also, I do think it works better with Vincenzo’s themes that he would be apart from Chayoung in some way. They each have their own lives to lead, but although they met by coincidence, they’ll remain by each other’s sides by intention. He is a villain, and so is she, but villains love tenaciously.

#vincenzo #chayoung #chayenzo #chaenzo #which one is it huh #jang hanseo #kdrama #i'm so tired i tried posting this so many times #i made a whole side blog so i could post this review without exposing myself as a kdrama fan #but it's not worth it #anyways these are my thoughts #please let me know yours #but only if you phrase it in a kind way #apparently this is 2279 words of me breaking down #my bated breath analyzes #my bated breath's posts

86 notes · View notes

yoongi-sugaglider · 4 years ago

Text

Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2833

A/n: Just a heads up, mild torture beat em ups this chapter, and the opinions of the military are (Mostly) purely for the story.

Part 17===Part 18===Part 19

By the time my brain even attempted to register what was going on, Jenkins had already dragged me from the kitchen into the main bowling area.

The pitch-black lanes loomed before me, gaping chasms yawning in the darkness like the monstrous face of some multi headed monster preparing to swallow me whole.

Jenkins shoved me ahead of him, causing me to stumble into one of the ball returns. I choked back a cry as the cool and unforgiving metal dug into the wound on my thigh. The last thing I needed was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt me, especially with the implications of what he planned to do to me.

As I pushed myself to stand he grabbed my arm, growling his impatience in my ear and shoving me around the machine.

“Keep it moving, I don’t have all day.”

I frowned, shuffling forward a pace or two before finding my stride once again.

“Shame, last I checked I had the whole apocalypse.” I laced as much sass as I could manage into my tone, earning myself a jab to the ribs from his weapon. The bruising force had me cackling into the darkness like a mad woman.

We passed several of his soldier buddies. Some camped out on the seats around the score monitors while others milled around in small groups or by themselves. All of them seemed desperate to stick as close to the lanterns as they could though.

Of the ones that I could see, including the three I’d seen stationed at the front doors, I counted 14 bodies, 26 total if I included the civilians I’d been grouped with in the kitchens. There was no telling really though how many of the soldiers had weapons and special combat training, and that alone set me on edge enough to keep me paying attention.

“Home sweet home huh?” I muttered as we made our way through to the lobby and towards a set of very dark looking stairs.

Jenkins paused for a moment and I watched by the light filtering in from the front doors as he dug angrily through the pockets of his army issue cargo pants.

“Gosh, and here I thought the torture was gonna be getting my fingernails ripped out or some shit. No, it’s waiting on King Flaccid to figure his shit out.”

The comment may have earned me a rifle butt to the stomach but damn if it wasn’t worth seeing Jenkin’s fellow soldier snickering behind his back.

“Shut it Riley…” Jenkins grumbled.

By the time the semi functioning man had his flashlight out and shining at the stairs I’d recovered from my forced Lamaze class enough to walk upright again. Which meant once more I was leading the way in a building I’d never been in before.

Using my still cuffed hands I felt along the walls as I climbed, finally emerging on the pitch black landing with a sigh.

“Lovely place you have here.” I grumbled, impatiently tapping my foot as I watched the bobbing beam of the flashlight slowly ascending behind me. I suppressed a shiver when the light highlighted several dark smears and handprint splatters on the wall.

“Yooo!! Welcome to my crib MTV!” I grinned, leaning against the wall as nonchalantly as possible when Jenkins and his buddy finally huffed and puffed their way to standing in front of me.

“Fuck sake Jenkins. Can we shut this bitch up already?”

Apparently the men had finally had enough of me as the next thing I knew I woke up with a blinding headache and a distinct inability to draw a full breath from the fact that my arms were now wrapped around the back of a chair and cuffed in place.

“Jeeze, you would think being in the military somebody would have taught these boys how to treat a lady.” I grumbled to myself, earning me a quiet snicker from somewhere ahead of me.

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the relative brightness of the room after so long spent in the dark. A grin leapt to my face at the sight of Rose, slightly bruised to the face but no less alive and well.

“Well shit, fancy meeting you here hot stuff!”

She grinned back at me, the expression coming across as mildly manic since the swelling to her lips and cheek made her face slightly lopsided.

The room itself was about as boring as an office could get. My brain only half way registered the handful of candles that lit the place, making the bowling posters and filing cabinets feel almost sinister.

Almost.

“Homey.” I smiled, eyes seeking out Jenkins and his buddy who stood back by the door, whisper arguing with each other.

“Boys? Fancy getting a girl a drink?” I asked, head tilted awkwardly so I could catch their eye when they turned to glare at me.

Neither answered though and I went back to taking in my surroundings. Taehyung sat in a chair just opposite Rose, facing her as if they’d been making him watch them torture her. Amatures.

I nodded to him, knowing he’d always been able to handle the harshest of treatments thanks to having watched Hoseok initiate him ages and ages ago. He didn’t seem too happy to see me there but I shrugged his way, sending him a grin that had his frown deepening.

“You do realize if we duct tape her mouth we won’t have to deal with her bullshit right?”

I turned to look at the two soldiers, quirking an eyebrow at the younger one and smiling flirtily his way.

“Aww, tie me up and gag me. I like the way that one thinks.” The bright blush that exploded across his cheeks was well worth what came next.

There was no warning. I don’t know why I expected there to be one.

One minute Jenkins was by the door, the next he was right in front of me.

The pain that lashed across the left side of my face had me seeing stars. Almost immediately Rose was screaming, struggling against her restraints and threatening the men around us.

“You low life piece of garbage! I swear to fuck I will expose every internet search you ever tried to hide! Every tiny dick pic you ever took. Every depraved piece of porn you ever Googled or downloaded!”

She continued on, practically foaming at the mouth as Jenkins laughed out loud.

“Ah, see now. I had a feeling this one would be useful.” He snickered, eyes filled with glee as he watched me spit out the blood that’d filled my mouth when my teeth scraped the inside of my cheek. He pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket, flicking it back and forth a few times before flashing it open before me.

“Come on now Army boy, my grandmother hits harder than that.” I grinned up at him, knowing I looked half way to deranged with my swelling cheek and the blood that I could still taste covering my front teeth.

My insult must not have sat too well with his ego as he bent over me and jammed the handle of his knife into my thigh wound.

“Cheeky little cunt.” He growled, breath a hot mask of cigarettes and whatever canned goop he’d eaten for lunch.

I cried out from the shock of the pain, eyes watering as I sought out the comforting sight of my friends.

Rose was openly sobbing, head hung low as she continued to mutter threats in Jenkins’ general direction. Tae on the other hand was stone silent, eyes awash with rage as he opened his mouth as if to speak.

I returned my attention to Jenkins, though I made sure Taehyung had his eyes on me before I spoke.

“Silence is golden. It’s better this way.” I knew it was cryptic, that much was obvious in the way Jenkins hesitated in raising his hand as if to hit me again.

More importantly than his reaction though was Tae. I knew he would understand my words without me having to say anything.

I glanced over at Tae, watching his eyes go from blind fury to a quiet resignation. Despite everything on the line he knew better than to go against my silent orders.

“Well?” The man called Riley demanded.

Jenkins continued to twirl his butterfly knife, face a mask of cold indifference as he watched the edge glint in the low candle light. He pulled an empty chair over, sitting down and leaning forward, elbows on his knees as he scratched at his chin with the knife blade while watching my every move.

I squinted at him, watching the rusted gears turning in his head before realization struck.

“You’ve never done this have you?” I asked, grinning brightly before throwing my head back to cackle aloud into the darkness.

“Good lord Tae no wonder you haven’t said shit!” I leaned to the side a bit, sending the stoic hacker a wink. “Hobi would have had any one of us howling out secrets by now. And here I thought I was actually in trouble. That boy could get a baby to snitch on their mother’s breast milk and here you two are barely struggling to even get me to shut up. Can you imagine!”

***

They tried. They certainly did.

By the time Jenkins had worn himself into exhaustion I’d grown bored with all of it.

He’d hit me sure, bruised my face and arms several shades of ugly. But in the end I’d been untied and sent on my way back to the kitchen with the others along with Rose and Taehyung.

I could tell the entire experience had demoralized poor Jenkins. His shoulders slumped as he followed behind Riley before disappearing into the darkness of the lobby after we’d been delivered back to the kitchen.

Once the soldiers were gone Jimin immediately rushed over to fawn over the three of us. He did the best he could with what the kitchen had available, substituting a tiny bottle of vodka that one of the civilians had found for rubbing alcohol and patching up everyone’s wounds as best as he was able to.

After my injuries had been attended to I made my way over to what remained of our crew, hugging a sobbing Jeanette tightly while sending Yoongi a reassuring smile before allowing myself to be wrapped from behind in the warmth of Jungkook’s grounding embrace.

“How bad was it?” he muttered into my shoulder blade.

“Not too bad. Pretty sure Jimin would have had a better time of it compared to what those amateurs attempted to accomplish.”

“Fucking Air Farce.” Came Rose’s grumbled remark as she collapsed gracelessly beside where Jeanette and Yoongi were sat.

“Air Farce?” Namjoon’s voice came from behind me and I turned to give him a smile, shrinking away slightly with a playful squeak when he reached out to ruffle my hair.

“Yeah. American military has several branches, just like most countries. There’s a bit of a hierarchy on respect levels though. Marines are hardcore, either single minded dogs or gung-ho and always ready and looking for action. Army are the boys on the front lines, some call them cannon fodder.” Rose shrugged as she leaned into Taehyung, finally relaxing for the first time since we’d been taken from the house.

“Nobody really pays attention to the Navy honestly. I mean, there’s the occasional sailor comes to port joke but really the just… It’s like everyone knows they exist but nobody wants to talk about them or admit that they do.”

“And the Air Farce?” Namjoon, ever eager to learn new things, seemed almost to be bouncing in place where he sat on the kitchen floor across from Rose.

“Air Force.” Rose corrected with a smirk. “Every branch has their own air support division. Planes, jets, choppers. All of that. The Air Force is strictly flight stuff. Air cargo, air support, blah blah blah. And while that would sound pretty epic, it’s the way they’re treated that pisses off the other branches.”

“What do you mean the way they’re treated?” One of the civilians chirped up, a young girl with eyes sparkling almost as brightly as Namjoon’s who’d wandered over and had been hovering awkwardly at the edge of the conversation. Her mother hushed her, though Rose smiled and motioned to the mother that it was okay.

“Well, actually Jeanette knows more about that than I do.” Rose smiled.

The woman blushed, having been caught listening in on the conversation as well. I glanced around the room, eyes widening when I realized that most of the people who’d been locked in the kitchen with us had their full focus on those who’d been talking.

Jeanette swallowed, nerves clamming her up at the attention. The young girl sat at her feet though, and so she chose to give her attention to the younger audience. The shift in her focus seemed to calm her enough that she was able to tell her story.

“My...recently deceased husband was in the Army. He’d been part of a war not too long ago and spent a lot of his time deployed in the desert. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of living arrangements as you can imagine.”

The girl giggled, “Wouldn’t it be like living on the beach though?”

“Oh sure.” Jeanette replied. “If that beach was nothing but sand with no water and all the crabbies were just a bunch of grumpy people.”

Namjoon jerked up, eyes wide and sparkling as he practically shouted. “There are crabs in the desert??”

Rose snorted, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. “No Joon, but there are definitely some awful big spiders there.”

“Ewwwwww, I don’t like spiders.” The girl cringed, shuffling closer to Jeanette who instinctually gathered her into her arms.

“Me too neither.” Jeanette giggled before returning to her story.

“Well, I have a younger brother. He’d been slated to be a pretty amazing athlete. But his final year of high school he messed up his knee pretty bad and his basketball career was pretty much over. So he asked Dean for some advice. Dean pointed him towards the air force.”

The girl snuggled into Jeanette, being careful not to crush her belly and causing her mother to send Jeanette an apologetic grimace of a smile. Jeanette shook her head though, sending a reassuring smile back to let the mother know it was alright.

“After basic training my brother was sent on his first deployment to an island outpost. He’d set things up so that he could communicate with his family while he was gone, his wife and myself included. One day he messages me, and so we get to talking about his living arrangements, which of course Dean decided he needed to chirp in his two cents about.” Jeanette smiled down at the girl, brushing her hair out of her now sleeping face before turning to Namjoon’s rapt attention.

“You see, when my brother was deployed, instead of staying in a tent as if he was in the desert, or being forced to sleep on a hammock like those in the Navy had to do when they were deployed on their ships, the Air Force had put him and his squad up in a hotel. He had messaged me to complain that room service hadn’t brought him fresh towels in a week so he’d been forced to do his own laundry.”

Yoongi snorted, arms crossed over his stomach and chin buried in his chest as he struggled to contain his mirth.

“Wait so...what was wrong with that?” Namjoon asked and Yoongi barked out a bitter laugh.

“He’s deployed Joon. Life isn’t supposed to be easy on mission. You’re there to do a job. What Rose is getting at is that these Air Force men are spoiled, allowed to live the easy life while the real military men toil in the dirt.”

“Well...I mean..”

Yoongi cut Namjoon off, giving him a deliciously evil grin. “This is a good thing. With the way these three looked after their so called torture interrogation, those dense fucks outside don’t have a clue what they’re doing. Just a handful of shmucks with guns.”

“So then…” I paused when Yoongi turned to me with a confident grin.

“Enough planning and the right upper hand, and maybe, just maybe we can get out of this completely unscathed.”

I could feel the change in Jungkook’s body language, as he’d never let go of his grip on me from behind.

“Well shit...if that’s the case…”

Jungkook was interrupted though, as suddenly, as if the universe had decided to finally give us a break from the madness, a tiny voice chirped out from the chest pocket of my shirt.

“Hey...Boss Lady...can you hear me?”

I stiffened, eyes wide as I turned to stare at Jungkook in shock.

“.....Jin? Seokjin is that you?”

#bts #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook gang au #jungkook zombie au #bts jungkook x reader #bts zombie au #bts gang au #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts x reader insert #bts scenarios #bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fluff #bts angst #bangtan boys imagine

79 notes · View notes

petri808 · 4 years ago

Text

Bakudeku vampire-esque fic. Canon divergent. Lots of angst, will have smut with biting kink, and a happy ending 😌

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

The blonde sat up in bed reaching out and screaming for Midoriya. But the moment his mind snapped back to reality his arm dropped along with his head; it was the same damn nightmare that’s plagued him since the incident. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his heart raced. Fucking nightmare or memory. What sucked is even he wasn’t certain which one it was. Bakugou ran his fingers though his damp hair and groaned. It couldn’t keep going like this, not night after night for a month enduring this struggle with no one to talk to about it. He couldn’t take being here at UA while his friend was out there missing, and only the authorities searched for him. Those inept, useless… Who else knew Midoriya better than himself?! Frankly, a part of him wanted to find the nerd and if he was alive beat his ass to a pulp for making them worry. “Deku is alive…” Bakugou breathed out a reminder. He knew deep down in his soul that his oldest friend was alive somewhere and they just needed to bring him back home.

“Fuck this!” He threw his blanket off and stormed out of the room, heading towards Aizawa’s office. With or without permission, no one was gonna stop him!

“Just let him go,” Aizawa placed a hand on All Might’s shoulder as they watched Bakugou blast away into the sky. If the symbol of peace looked tired before, now he looked simply broken. First his rising successor disappeared and now Bakugou wanted to leave too. For a good reason sure, but he was still worried. Those kids were like his sons and no father would want to see their children end up like this. Aizawa understood this all too well, for despite rarely showing it, his students were like his kids too.

All Might hung his head, “I know…. He wants to find his friend. But it’s been a month with no real sign of Midoriya. And after what happened— I can still sense him, but it’s faint and the connection is strange. What if something’s gone wrong…”

“Don’t you think it. Young Midoriya is tough, I’m sure there is a valid reason for his disappearance. Just be happy the Principal is being understanding and will allow them to graduate when they return.”

“The final semester of their high school career and this had to happen.” All Might squeezed his fists tighter. “I should have killed AFO when I had the chance.”

“Have faith in Bakugou, Toshinori….” ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this,’ Aizawa sighed in his head. “We can trust in him.”

All Might placed a hand over the one Aizawa had on his shoulder, giving it a pat, “I do.” But it wasn’t about trust that had him glum. It was guilt. He knew that despite their rivalry, there was a bond between those boys, and one he did his best to foster over the years. So, if there was anyone that he felt could find Midoriya, it was Bakugou. No, what he hated in himself was the fact they were in this position because he hadn’t been strong enough.

But Aizawa was right. No one blamed him and it wouldn’t help anyone for him to be self-defeatist. He was still a symbol of peace, and more than ever the public, nay the students needed his light. All Might exhaled, he couldn’t thank his old friend enough for helping to convince the principal in letting Bakugou leave on this mission of sorts, even as finals were looming. Hadn’t these kids proved their worth enough to earn their degree? They already had their licenses and they were pivotal in stopping the worst villain in quirk history. All Might stood up, “we should gather the other kids and inform them…”

The room was as silent as a grave after Aizawa and All Might finished informing the rest of Class 1-A of what was going on. It wasn’t very surprising. These kids were close, rather like a small family unit than just friends who have been through so many ups and downs in the last three years it was hard not to be devoted to one another. It had taken a lot of coping for them just to get through Midoriya’s disappearance, and yet here they sat stoic at being told another was leaving. Almost like they saw it coming. And frankly as All Might looked around to all their faces, that was exactly what he read. The girls, tears welling up in their eyes, flushed faces on the verge of letting go. The guys, fists clenched, and jaws locked. Even he could feel the moisture ready to cloud his vision. He missed his defacto son, but these kids… were sad, angry, hurt and needed their support, but they were trying so hard to stay strong.

What do you say in times like this?

“I’m sure…” Aizawa finally spoke up to address the pain, “that some if not all of you would love to rush out there to search for Midoriya. Please remember that the authorities are doing their best to locate him, and your classmate Bakugou has volunteered to assist with the principal’s permission. If there is anything you may cling to in this time, is faith in your friend to find Midoriya.”

More silence ensued, blanketing the room with a new wave of energy. A few gave into silent sobs, while others hung their heads in thought. It was a heavy fog of pressure, like what one may sense before a thunderstorm because it was true that most of them knew it was coming. For the past month, Bakugou paced like a tiger in a cage. The man couldn’t focus on studies and would rip into anyone that even dared to breathe Midoriya’s name in his presence. Something had to give. But they were also frustrated by all the uncertainty. Yes, they were just students, but this was their friends, and they were tired of being treated like children.

Kirishima slammed his fist onto the table. The sudden and loud sound echoing in the still room, causing a few to jump. “I know Bakugou will find him! But at least tell us what the hell happened back there! Why won’t anyone tell us…” his voice petered out as angry tears gathered along the corners of hardening skin threatening to explode. He was angry at Bakugou for not saying a word to him before leaving and frustrated that his friend wouldn’t tell him what he’d seen. None of them had witnessed those final moments, except the hothead. But he was just as frustrated with the adults over the secrecy.

Aizawa sighed and crossed his arms. “We really do not know Kirishima. By the time I arrived All for One was dead on the ground and Bakugou was barely conscious next to him mumbling Midoriya’s name. He remembered them fighting All for One, but once he was knocked unconscious, doesn’t know what happened until we found him. He thinks he remembers seeing a flash of light hit Midoriya at the same time All for One received the final blow, but we do not know what that could be.”

“Right now, I’m sure both of them would want you to let the authorities deal with this and focus on finishing the school year,” All Might chimed in, hoping to redirect their thoughts. “As difficult as it may be, to quit now when you are almost finished would be a shame, and a stain on what they also worked so hard to achieve.”

There were a few minutes of silence as the students pondered their teachers’ words.

“So, do it for them?” Todoroki finally broke the silence and questioned the teachers.

All Might mustered a half smile, “you could say that.”

Iida stood up. “Yes! We will graduate as heroes for them!”

“Let’s make them proud!” Added in Kaminari. He turned to a sulking Kirishima and slapped him on the back. “Dude, Bakugou would kill us if we don’t pass, so let’s not let that happen.”

The young man sighed, but his friend was right. “He so would.”

“That’s the spirit!” All Might pumped his fist in the air with pride at their positive turn around. The rest of the students now join in, standing or stating their intentions to not let the boys down.

“Now that, that’s all settled, let finish today’s lesson.” Groans ricochet around the room at Aizawa killing the mood again. “Yeah, yeah, just get your textbooks out…”

#bakudeku #bakudeku au #canon divergent #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction #Bakugou katuski #Midoriya izuku #katsuki x izuku #vampire au #blood quirk #bloody passion #ch 1 #petri808

35 notes · View notes

horansqueen · 4 years ago

Text

Stuck With You - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Save Me

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17 🡪chapter 18 🡪chapter 19 🡪chapter 20 🡪chapter 21 🡪chapter 22 🡪chapter 23 🡪chapter 24 🡪chapter 25 🡪chapter 26 🡪chapter 27 🡪chapter 28 🡪chapter 29 🡪chapter 30 🡪chapter 31 🡪chapter 32 🡪chapter 33 🡪chapter 34 🡪chapter 35 🡪chapter 36

College Enemies To Lovers AU

characters // masterlist // instagrams // mood board

Loving you like I never have before I'm needing you to open up the door If begging you might somehow turn the tides Then tell me to I've got to get this off my mind

I never thought I'd be speaking these words I never thought I'd need to say Another day alone is more than I can take

Won't you save me Saving is what I need I just want to be by your side Won't you save me I don't want to be Just drifting through the sea of life

click here to be on the update list

DEVON

When I woke up, my lips curled immediately. My cheek was pressed against Niall's chest and he smelled amazing, so good in fact that I inhaled until my lungs were full and ended up rubbing my nose against him gently. I could barely believe that I had admitted my feelings to him. I didn't regret it, it was becoming very heavy on my shoulders, but at the same time, I didn't know if I was ready for a relationship, and I didn't know if he was either. I knew we'd have to talk about it but it scared me and I didn't want to hurt him or be hurt. I just wished things were easier, that we both hadn't been hurt by unworthy people in toxic relationships before. I knew that we would be able to give ourselves completely to each other if we hadn't had our hearts broken that way, and I hated knowing that my relationship with Henry could ruin what I had with Niall.

I kept my eyes closed but moved my chin up, leaving a small kiss near his chin and I heard him breathe in deeply before I felt his arms wrap around me. It made me realize how cold I was and how good it felt to have him hold me close. I shut my eyes tighter and tried to cuddle him more as I shivered in his arms.

"'Morning." he mumbled, making me smile.

"Good morning." I replied, my lips brushing on the skin of his neck. "I'm sure we would have slept better in the bed."

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him. "Yea, I'd bet a blowjob on it."

I chuckled and my eyes fluttered open. "That early in the morning? Really?"

He laughed a bit and bent down to reach my lips, pressing his against them a few times softly and letting out a low groan. I brought my hand and slipped my fingers in his hair, caressing it gently as I focused on the way his mouth felt. My heart fluttered and I felt so stupid but I really couldn't help it. When Niall kissed me, even in a simple way like he was, I felt like the whole world vanished, leaving only us two. It was scary but it was also magic, as cheesy as it sounded.

"Yes, really." he finally replied when his lips left mine. "Having my girlfriend's body pressed against mine tends to do that."

My heart seemed to stop and I held my breath. We hadn't discussed about our status yet and I was a bit surprised that he just assumed we were now dating. I couldn't blame him and I was not mad, but somehow, it was stressing me and I was not sure why.

"G-Girlfriend?"

He moved his face away a bit to look at me and my lips parted, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at him. It seemed surreal that someone like Niall wanted to date someone like me and at the same time, I felt so lucky to be loved by such an amazing man. Was that how real love felt like? Was that what it felt like to love someone who loves you back?

"I mean, I know we didn't really discuss it but," he shrugged a shoulder and ran his tongue on his bottom lip. "It sounds good, doesn't it?"

My traits softened and I pressed my lips together, just looking at him. He was right, it did sound good and I liked it more than I should. But at the same time, I felt my heart sink in my stomach at that thought.

"Niall, I don't know-"

I stopped suddenly and jumped when we heard the key turn in the lock. I found Niall's hand and squeezed his fingers tight, a bit scared that it was an employee and not one of our friends, but when the door opened, my jaw dropped at who was behind it.

"You're welcome." Abby said, sending us an amused smile, shaking the keys and making an annoying sound. "Noah sent me. He drank too much last night and we just saw your message. Took me half an hour to find which closet you guys were locked in."

I got up and Niall did the same, grabbing his boxers as I took my underwear and when I turned around, Abby's eyebrows were raised. It was hard to know what she was thinking about but she ended up just sighing and turning around.

"Hey, Abby, thanks." Niall finally said, following her out of the closet.

She turned around and sent him a small smile that disappeared immediately when Niall grabbed my hand in his. His intertwined our fingers and I swallowed hard as my heartbeats accelerated. Abby's gaze turned to me and once again, I held my breath. She was looking at me as if she was ready to jump on me and rip my eyes out but after a while, she just raised her chin and eyebrows up.

"You're welcome."

I sort-of expected Niall to let go of my hand when Abby had left but he didn't, and I felt stupid for thinking that. Niall was not doing this to make Abby jealous, he was doing it because he wanted to. He wanted to hold my hand and be with me. Was I really going to ruin this?

We took the elevator in silence and when we finally walked back in our room, I squeezed Niall's hand tighter, scared that he'd just let go. He pulled on it and turned around, walking slowly backward with a smile on his face and bringing me with him.

"We should really take a shower."

"Together?"

He nodded and the smirk on his face made me chuckle. I let him bring me to the bathroom and closed the door with one of my feet. I hated the way I was feeling, a mix of fear and happiness that made my stomach twist but my heart flutter at the same time.

He let go of my hand and cupped my face gently, bending down to kiss my lips.

"Let me help you, okay?"

I nodded and he just grabbed the bottom of my shirt, passing it over my head and messing my hair at the same time. I chuckled and he did too, his mouth quickly finding mine again as he pressed his smile against mine.

"I just knew you were not wearing underwear and I like that." he added in a whisper, a smirk still spread on his lips.

"Pervert." I replied with an other chuckle as he worked on my pants.

I quickly reached for the back of his shirt and helped him take it off as I pushed my pants away, focusing on taking off his. I laughed a bit when he pulled on his socks, almost tripping, and when we were finally naked, he started the shower, waiting for the water to get warm. It took only a few seconds and I followed him, placing the curtain back and tilting my chin to look in his eyes. I loved this intimacy more than I could explain and when he took a step back to get under the stream, I smiled more. I loved looking at him naked, and this time, it was not even sexual. I could understand why he was a model and I thought about all the pictures I could take at this exact moment.

"Come here." I whispered, making him raise his eyebrows. "Just bend down."

I grabbed the shampoo and poured some in my hands before bringing them to his head, rubbing my hands slowly his hair and scratching his skull at the same time. He groaned and his eyes closed, making me smile even more as I let my hands run on his chest and shoulders to wash him. He turned around and my fingers traveled on his back and down his butt and when I was done, he turned around slowly and bent down to kiss me again.

He didn't say anything but did the same to me, rubbing his hands slowly but gently in my hair before letting them slide on my shoulders, breasts and stomach. He reached for my back while kissing me again and I smiled against his lips when his hands brushed on my ass.

"Are you done?" I asked in a whisper, making him nod slowly.

"Mmhm, yea."

I rinsed my hair under the water and he did the same and we finally got out grabbing towels and walking back in our room. I shivered slightly and sat in bed before yawning. He walked to the other side and pulled on the blankets before laying down in bed. I frowned but I did the same, shivering as I let my towel fall on the carpet.

"I can't believe Abby's the one who unlocked us." he finally said, shaking his head and chuckling again.

"And she was pissed, too."

Niall turned around in bed and when I turned my head to look at him, he was frowning.

"Really? I didn't notice."

He seemed sincere and it made my lips curl. I couldn't believe he hadn't realized that taking my hand had bothered Abby so much that she was not able to hide the annoyed expression on her face. I felt Niall's hand slide on my stomach and he pulled me closer, turning my body his way so we were facing each other. His fingertips ran up and down my back softly, making goosebumps appear on my skin as his eyes moved slowly on my face, making me blush slightly. He probably couldn't see it though, since the curtains were closed and despite the room not being completely in the dark since it was sunny outside.

"This is how we should have slept last night." he pointed out after a few minutes of silence. "We should nap."

"Okay."

I felt his forehead lean against mine and I closed my eyes, my lips curling slightly. It felt so good to be close to him and it made me think of all the days we had spent together at his apartment, making me want to go back there desperately.

I was almost asleep, my mind creating scenarios of us together, when I heard his voice.

"Devie..."

"Mm."

"I love you."

I woke up feeling Niall's hand run on one of my breasts before moving to the other. Somehow, I had turned around when I was asleep and we were now spooning. I could feel his hard cock press on my ass and I whimpered low, my eyes still closed. I loved knowing he wanted me and somehow, it made me feel desirable for the first time in my life.

"Fuck, I want you." he whispered near my ear.

I smiled more and grabbed my hair, moving it away from him, immediately feeling his lips pressed on my neck as he ground on my ass.

"I dreamed about you riding me." he added low, nibbling gently on my lobe and making my eyes flutter. "You're gonna have to ride me tonight baby."

"Mm, why not now?"

"Because I'm way too horny and this is going to be quick."

I felt two of his fingers slip inside me from behind and quickly, he replaced them with his cock. He pushed it slowly inside me as I felt my clit throb and when he was completely in, I squirmed a bit to feel him even deeper. One of his hands traveled on my side until my thigh and he started thrusting in and out of me slowly, his mouth leaving soft kisses on my shoulder and making me shiver.

"I love you so much." he murmured in-between kisses. "You feel so good, fuck."

I could feel myself throb around him and even if I was extremely horny, I tried to focus on his words and the softness of his kisses and caresses. I had never felt that kind of love, especially not while I was having sex, and I ended up wondering if it was what 'making love' was all about. His hand slid very slowly until my breasts again and my eyes fluttered when his fingertips brushed on my nipples. My lips parted and I let out a short moan, making his movements slightly faster.

"Jesus... fuck."

I felt him push himself hard against me as he leaned his forehead on my shoulder and the thought of him cumming made me feel dizzy. When he came down from his high, he was panting and he just moved away to lay on his back. I chuckled and did the same as we stayed in silence for a few minutes. After a while, he turned around on his side and I felt his hand slip down my stomach again to reach between my legs. Instinctively, I spread my legs and he sent me a smile, holding his head with his hand.

I felt two of his fingers slip inside me and finally go back to my clit, rubbing it gently at first and a bit faster after a minute or two. I loved that I didn't have to ask him to make me cum and when I felt an orgasm form in the pit of my stomach, my eyes shut tight and my back arched as I held my breath. I came hard, my body shaking as he kept touching me until I( relaxed on the bed.

I kept my eyes close until I felt him move on top of me to kiss my lips, making me whimper in his mouth.

"You make me happy, Devie, so fucking happy."

I smiled and looked in his eyes, moving my head to reach for his lips again. "You make me happy too."

I put my head back on the pillow, a smile still plastered on my face, and when he bent down to kiss me again, we heard someone knock roughly at the door.

"Okay you two! It's time to get out of there! We're going out for dinner!" I recognized Lewis voice and chuckled a bit when Niall grimaced.

"Yea, put your clothes back on, you two had enough sex for today!" Louis added, making me smile even more.

Niall peeled away from me with a sigh and got up, grabbing a pair of boxers in his bag and putting them on before doing the same with a shirt.

"We're coming!" I just yelled. "We'll be downstairs in 10 minutes!"

I got up and started dressing up as I heard Niall groan again near me. "They're so fucking annoying." he mumbled, making me smile.

"Hey, we're here to spend time with our friends, yea?" I pointed out, using the same words he had used with me the day before.

"I am!" he pointed out, making me laugh.

We went to a restaurant on the main street and laughed a lot. Niall didn't mention anything about us and I was thankful for that. I was not ready to share it with anyone if only because I was not even sure of what I wanted. Saying it out loud would also make if official and I wanted to have a discussion with Niall first, even if I was dreading it.

We ended up walking back to the hotel and I watched Mandy bend down to grab some snow, forming a ball with it and throwing it at her brother. I knew immediately where this would lead and not even a minute later, we were all throwing snowballs at each other. I heard laughs and a few screams as I tried to dodge all the projectiles thrown at me and when one hit me behind the head, I turned around to see Louis smirking at me and raising his eyebrows.

"Gotcha!"

I was about to throw one back at him but Niall beat me to it. The snowball hit Louis right in the face and my lips parted in surprise until Louis wiped the snow from his face, spitting some that had landed in his mouth. I started laughing as Niall smirked and Louis finally turned to Niall, clearly up for revenge.

"Touché!"

He started running after him and I laughed when Louis jumped on Niall's back, making him fall down. They ended up both laying on their backs in the snow and I moved over Niall, smiling at him and holding out my hand for him.

"Need help?"

He smiled but instead to let me help him up, he pulled on my arm, making me fall on top of him. I let out a small scream and started laughing when he wrapped his arms around me. I knew all our friends were near and I didn't know who was actually looking at us but all I cared about was the way Niall was looking at me.

"You said you'd try snowboarding with me." he pointed out in a very low tone.

"I'm better at snowball fights." I admitted, pressing my lips together and raising my nose up, still laying on top of him.

"Come on, please."

I sighed and gave in after a few seconds. "Alright, when?"

"Tonight! I'll show you the basics."

We stared in each other's eyes for a while and I realized that I couldn't tell him no, not when he was looking at me like that, and I finally nodded. His hand reached for my cheek and I felt his warm fingertips on my cold cheeks. His eyes fell on my lips before quickly looking back in my eyes and it made me smile.

"Come on you two! Or we're leaving you here!"

We laughed together and finally got up, trying to get rid of the snow on our clothes before to join our friends. I felt Niall's finger brush against mine as we walked and my heart skipped a beat. I loved him way more than I was ready to admit but I knew that eventually, I'd have to open up completely, no matter how scary it was.

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan story #niall horan writing #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fan fiction #niall horan college au #niall horan au #niall horan enemies to lovers #niall horan uni au #my fanfics #swy

59 notes · View notes