#i like a completed whole that i can imagine around

[samah-h]

A Confession from the Heart of Suffering: An Unbearable Reality

I hope you read my confession, and thank you. This is the reality of all the people of Gaza.

Whenever I think of the life we used to have before the genocide, I have to struggle to hold my tears so I don't cause my children more pain than what they already feel. Our life, then, was neither easy nor perfect but it was full of warmth and the simple joy of being together under one roof .

We have never felt completely free because we have always been under a siege that has only gotten worse during this war but at least we felt somewhat safe and we had quite a decent life with the means that we were allowed.What kept us going was our belief that the future might be brighter one day.

Unfortunately, there seems to be no better tomorrow for us anymore. Nothing remains of our previous lives but rubble and memories, and the future is so bleak and full of uncertainties.It's not just the walls of our house that were turned into ruins, it's our hopes and dreams that were reduced to ashes. Now, we only dream of things that might seem so trivial to other people around the world like being able to sleep in and wake up in a comfortable bed or having a meal without standing for it in line for hours.

We dream of having enough clean drinking water so we don't have to worry about dying of thirst. We dream of the days we had a home with a regular kitchen and stove, the days we could celebrate special occasions with family in peace. Above all, we dream of not losing the people we love in a split second and of living safely and with dignity.

Instead, we have been wrongfully sentenced to a life of fear, displacement, and humiliation beyond belief. It is a living nightmare here now. Everything needed to ensure the bare minimum of decency and normalcy is denied to us. As you well know, there is no safe place in Gaza anymore and We are deprived of simple rights like having having a roof over our heads or enjoying some peace of mind for even one single day. The airstrikes and the buzzing of drones almost never stop. We live with a very real sense of impending doom day and night.

The water and food scarcity are only getting worse with time. Even regular chores like cooking or doing the laundry have become true challenges. I cannot propely bathe my children because the little water we get is polluted and their sensitive baby skin keeps getting irritated.

Before the war, my nine- year-old daughter was so picky about which outfits to wear; it made me laugh that she acted that way at her age but now we don't even have enough warm clothes for the winter. It kills me each time she says she doesn't need fancy clothes anymore and only wants to feel warm and go back to school. What makes it worse is our tent has recently been flooded by rain.

The whole camp turned into a swamp overnight. The children woke up soaked, shivering and terrified. It was almost impossible to calm them down as the rain kept pouring. We are doing our best but even if we succeed in finding the treatment, it's going to cost almost a fortune. This is why we need your support even more now.

All we do now is fight for survival every day. I never imagined,even in my darkest nightmares, that I would be searching high and low to put food in my children's mouths and keep them warm or that I would be begging the world to literally save their lives but I have no other choice now.

Despite the unbearable suffering we're daily going through, I still believe in humanity. please keep us in your prayers and help us anyway you can. Donate if you're able to,reblog and share our story as widely as you can.We are grateful to each and every one of you

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[goldfades]

Joe burrow blurb where he gets baby fever seeing reader taking care of his nephews

thanksgiving at the burrow house is exactly what you expected and nothing you expected, all at the same time.

you’d prepped yourself for a cozy, midwestern vibe—homemade pies, mismatched dinnerware, maybe a friendly debate over the best way to make stuffing. and, to be fair, all of that was true. what you didn’t expect was how loud and chaotic it could get, with joe’s cousins piling into the house like it’s a college frat reunion and his mom somehow keeping everyone in line with just a stern look and a well-timed plate of cookies.

you’re in the kitchen with robin, helping her plate the turkey, when you hear joe yell from the living room. “there’s no way you beat me at madden again!”

robin shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. “he’s just mad he’s not the best at everything.”

you laugh, grabbing the mashed potatoes. “i’ll remind him later that humility is a virtue.”

“good luck with that, sweetheart,” robin says, giving you a knowing look.

by the time everyone sits down to eat, the table is overflowing with food, and joe’s already piled his plate high. he’s sitting next to you, of course, his knee bumping against yours under the table every so often like he just can’t help himself.

“so,” one of his uncles says, his fork hovering over the green bean casserole. “when are you two gonna give us some real thanksgiving entertainment and start a family?”

your face heats instantly, and you glance at joe, wide-eyed. but he just leans back in his chair, totally unbothered, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“well, we’ll see,” he says, glancing over at you like he’s enjoying this a little too much. “depends on if i can convince her to name the kid after me.”

“joe jr.,” one of his cousins says, throwing his hands in the air like it’s the obvious choice.

“absolutely not,” you say firmly, stabbing a piece of turkey for emphasis. “we’ve had this discussion.”

the whole table erupts into laughter, and joe just shrugs, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. “we’ll work on it,” he says, giving you a wink.

despite the teasing, it’s impossible not to feel completely at home. every time someone passes you a dish or asks how you like the stuffing, you’re reminded just how much joe’s family has embraced you as one of their own.

later, when the dishes are done and everyone’s gathered in the living room watching football, joe pulls you onto the couch beside him, tucking you under his arm.

“so,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “what do you think? could you see us hosting thanksgiving someday? our kids running around, stealing all the rolls?”

you glance up at him, your heart doing that familiar little flip it always does when he looks at you like this—soft and sure, like he already knows the answer.

“maybe,” you say, leaning into him with a smile. “but only if you cook the turkey.”

“deal,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. and in that moment, you can’t imagine a future more perfect.

later, joe’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches you sit cross-legged on the living room floor. his nephew, who’s barely two, is perched in your lap, babbling nonsense while you pretend to understand every word like it’s the most important conversation you’ve ever had.

you’re a natural with kids, and it’s obvious. the way you hold his nephew steady while he wobbles trying to stack blocks, the exaggerated gasp you give when the tower falls over, making the little guy burst into giggles.

“oh no! our masterpiece!” you exclaim dramatically, hands to your cheeks, and joe’s nephew dissolves into another fit of laughter.

joe chuckles under his breath, but his heart does this weird little thing it’s been doing more and more lately—this tight, warm ache that leaves him feeling soft in a way he can’t quite explain.

“you’re just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help us rebuild?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder at him.

he steps into the room, crouching beside you. “looks like you’ve got it handled,” he says, nudging your shoulder with his. “you’re a natural.”

“i had a great assistant,” you say, ruffling his nephew’s hair. the toddler immediately grabs your hand, trying to pull it toward the blocks.

joe doesn’t say anything for a moment, just watches the way you interact with his nephew—the way you encourage him to try again, the way you laugh when he tries to stack the biggest block on the tiniest one, the way you look at him like he’s the most amazing kid in the world.

“you’re really good at this,” joe murmurs, his voice softer now.

you glance up at him, a little shy under his gaze. “thanks,” you say, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “kids are fun. exhausting, but fun.”

joe nods, his eyes flicking between you and his nephew, who’s now trying to climb into your lap again. something about the scene makes that warm ache in his chest grow stronger. he doesn’t say it out loud, but the thought’s already rooted itself in his mind: he could picture this. you. with your kid. with his kid.

“what?” you ask, catching the look on his face.

he just shakes his head, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips. “nothing,” he says, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple. “just... you’re incredible, that’s all.”

“oh, please,” you say, rolling your eyes, but your smile gives you away.

joe doesn’t press the matter, but later, when his nephew’s napping and you’re curled up beside him on the couch, he’s already imagining what it’d be like to have a little one of your own. and the more he thinks about it, the more he knows he doesn’t just want it—he wants it with you.

[our-hextech-dream]

i haven't seen anyone fully articulate what i personally felt disappointed by wrt viktor's s2 persona and ending so i guess i have to do it myself even tho i'm bad at talking!! can someone who is better at this just read my mind and say it fancier and more coherently?

agency, the loss of

i have seen people already mention the way disability came into play at the end and what a wild choice it was for jayce - born able-bodied and healthy - to be the one to tell viktor - trapped in a body that was actively killing him - that actually your disability is a part of you and made you who you are and you owe everything to it. ... huh? jayce (by which i mean the writers), do you think without his disability, viktor wouldn't have still been a genius? yes, viktor is disabled - that's not even remotely what makes him a compelling character and power player. it is his mind not his body that makes him who he is. the fact that he had to waste almost his whole life fighting against that body to achieve anything is the entire crux of his frustration - imagine what he could have dedicated his mind to if he weren't constantly struggling to find a way just to survive another year, another month, another week, one more day. have you thought about it? because he has. so yeah that whole conversation, trash. bruno mars just the way you are ass one direction that's what makes you beautiful ass argument. viktor was not going crazy over cosmetic surgery, he was trying not to die.

but it strikes me as just one more expression of an overarching theme for s2 viktor - that of the complete and total loss of his agency. (more on a meta level than in the show itself, but also in the show!) i said after act 1 that viktor had died in that explosion and jayce was going to be chasing that corpse until the end, and i was correct. viktor bounced from one mindset to another, never seeming to have any consistent ideology of his own that couldn't be changed as soon as the plot demanded it. at any given point he was just kinda... wandering around, doing some random shit with the powers that worked through him. gone was the viktor who used his own hands and mind to influence the world directly, to bend it to his will. i always always felt this and i stand by it - taking viktor's abilities as an inventor and scientist away and turning him into some arcane mage jesus figure was a mistake and a disservice to his character. arcane said no this boy wasn't smart or determined, his ability to build and invent and seek and learn don't matter and never mattered, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and as soon as the arcane got its goop on him he just became the most specialest magic pixie dream boy to ever live and his own goals, dreams, ideals, morals, talents, skills, and hard work ceased to matter in any meaningful way. he never had to work to master magic to be able to use it to further his goals, because he immediately stopped having goals.

viktor became a non-character. he became whatever ideological and technological threat level the show needed to challenge to heroes and never more. he ceased to have any control or understanding over what was happening to him, rather he just gave up and decided to use his magic indiscriminately for whoever made the most convincing argument, a choice that would have been completely antithetical to his character up to that point if he'd still been alive. 'fuck zaunites, sure i'll turn them into robots so a foreign power can use them to attack and take over piltover and zaun, who cares. it's not like these are the people i've spent 30 years of my life trying to protect and save.' <- something viktor would never ever ever have agreed to! ever! no matter what! they have played us for absolute fools.

ambiguity, the loss of

the thing i wanted the most and was expecting because of the way viktor's original lore was set up was that the series would end with viktor and jayce unreconciled and with mutually exclusive worldviews, both fully believing they were right and the other was misguided but not evil or irredeemable, setting them up for future conflict. this felt like what was being set up when arcane made it a plot point that jayce was being convinced to turn hextech into weapons while viktor started getting unethical and unhinged with the experimentation. they both had good reasons to do what they did - and i'm absolutely not going to insult jayce's intelligence by claiming he was just manipulated into it by anyone, give me a fucking break - but the point was that both of them were doing something the other thought was misguided and dangerous. and they also felt that if they could just make the other person see their completely logical and rational pov, they could fix the divide between them and make up and be best science buddies again.

but then at the end arcane completely gave up on viktor having any belief in his own ideals. it just turned into 'aw actually he was just lonely all along and none of that science stuff or difference in morals or worldviews mattered bc he's got a buddy now and he's completely unequivocally on jayce's side. :)'

it was like. insanely selfish. as in, self-centered, concerned *only* with the self. the viktor i liked, and the one i wanted to flourish and hoped arcane would canonize, was someone who was entirely dedicated to zaun, to righting the wrongs of piltover and helping the people in the way he thought best - no matter what jayce or piltover thought about it. an ambiguous villain, just like all the other really well-written ones in arcane.

accountability, the loss of

viktor killed people. not sky, who was an accident despite his fixation on her; i'm talking at least a hundred or more zaunites during his stint as the machine herald. he ripped their minds out and made them play house with him, then turned them into weapons of war for ambessa's siege, and all of those people - primarily sick, desperate zaunites - died. this was always the entire crux of the conflict between (league) viktor and jayce giopara. viktor was willing to destroy people and use their bodies for his own gain unapologetically because he thought what he was doing was a blessing and the people were better off under his control because they would never feel fear or anger again. agree, disagree, depends on your view of free will and human nature, but the fact is that everyone who came to viktor hoping for a chance to be healed so they could pursue their own dreams and lives had those dreams and lives ripped away from them and they never got justice or even a single scrap of acknowledgement from the narrative.

in arcane, the horror of viktor's actions just... fade away into the background. viktor and jayce waltz off into magicspace together, leaving viktor's dead, ruined victims for piltover and zaun to deal with. he doesn't return their minds or bodies, he doesn't even seem to remember or care about what he had just been doing to other sentient living human beings. he's not sorry, he doesn't feel regret, he got what he wanted (a friend) and fuck everybody else.

because the narrative just shrugs and handwaves and says no no forget all that it doesn't matter it was just the hexcore or whatever, viktor becomes a flat, uninteresting character. he loses the depth that villains like ambessa and silco had, villains who had their victims validated by the story, who faced challenges in their arcs specifically because of the people they had hurt despite thinking they were doing the right or noble or most important thing. and not just the villains! even the heroes had to wrestle with the people they stepped on on the way to their lofty goals. but not viktor. he just floats away scot free, completely blameless, having no affect on the world and the world having no affect on him.

on arcane's status as the new canon lore and the Implications™

reminder that arcane is somehow supposed to tie into the world of runeterra at large, but now viktor and jayce both have been seemingly entirely removed from it. if it only mattered that they knew the people we'd already seen them interact with, okay, i guess. but that isn't the case. they both have a ton of connections to other champions - from regions other than p&z even - that haven't been introduced and don't have any plausible explanation for how they could have met in the past, which means they should have been set up to meet somehow in the future. implying that jinx escaped and has gone traveling the world is the perfect way to incorporate her in-game relationships with people like lux - she could have met her while traveling! but jayce and viktor don't get that plausible continuation of their story and development of further relationships - they just disappear out of existence. (ambessa also has this problem because they killed her, but unlike jayce and viktor she does have a huge amount of unexplored backstory where she could have spoken to (for example) swain and hwei and shyvanna at some point.)

note 1 - jayce and viktor are so old that they don't have any voice lines in game when meeting other champions. but other champions who are either newer or who have had voiceover updates do talk to them, which is how (aside from the old lore) you can infer that they do have relationships with other champions including ones who weren't in arcane.

note 2 - maybe riot actually doesn't care and none of the champions are really supposed to know each other or be involved in each others' lives canonically, they just have random quippy voice lines that imply that. which would fucking suck. having the lore of the game have no impact on the game itself and vice versa would objectively suck. if the characters talk to each other on the rift and say something interesting, i want that to have meaning. i want to be able to extrapolate the state of the world and the relationships between the characters from the things they verbally say with their mouths. i'm not arguing about this. the voicelines should be seen as the most high irrefutable canon that there is for the game because it is the ONLY source of lore in the game itself.

anyways there's my bible i guess. i miss evil laser robot viktor i want him to perform unethical brain surgery on me (fixing my adhd but also turning me into his personal puppet attack dog) and then give a weapon to a child so they can kill their bullies.

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

can you make angst artkita hcs pls i NEED to see them suffer

angst artkita headcanons!

whoa! come down there anon…make angst artkita headcanons?

but of course…

tw for self harm and eating disorders

artyom definitely makes nikita cry on purpose. theres nothing more that he wants in the world then to see that boy cry and sob because of him.

artyom ignores nikita a lot. its rare that he answers his calls or messages and even when hes over hed probably ignore him. hed be sitting off to the side like a puppy waiting for a treat itll never get.

artyom has somehow gotten nikita to take nudes of himself for him. its more of just a tactic and thing to hold over him when he does something wrong - i also think artyom talks shit about nikita to his friends and shows off his nudes for shits and giggles.

if nikita ever found out he would have a panic attack and probably hurt himself really bad, but hed end up calling artyom over anyway, begging for his help because its too much for him to deal with on his own. hed forgive him immediately as soon as he gives him some half assed attention to his cuts.

artyom comments on nikitas weight and body all the time - poking his sides and talking about how he needs to lay off. it makes nikita feel terrible because he just wants artyom to think hes pretty (he never will either way) so he does just that, but it doesnt really work which further upsets him.

if artyom ever wanted to drug nikita he wouldnt even have to bother doing it himself. he just has to wait until nikita gets himself fucked up and then he can do whatever he wants to him.

artyom tries to make nikita throw up on purpose. he would probably make him lick and eat it up afterwards.

once nikita is feeling so god awful and completely beaten down then artyom will give him a little praise and comfort. hed tell him here and there that he was proud of him for doing something and that his body was looking a little better as well as other stuff - maybe even touching him a little too.

nikita definitely misses out on a lot of stuff just so he can hang around artyom. like if his mom ever planned anything for him he would just tell her off and go over to artyoms apartment instead.

nikita gets jealous really easily. any time artyom talks to a girl or something he gets upset and it becomes a whole big thing between the two of them which just leads to a lot of arguing and fighting.

nikita is typically just trailing behind artyom and following him around wherever he goes like a lost dog.

lots of physical fighting. artyom will take any opportunity he can to beat the absolute shit out of him - if he has a lot of pent up anger and stress then hes quick to let it out on nikita. nikita just takes it laying down, but will be begging and crying for him to stop - he stills lets it happen though because he wants to help artyom feel better.

nikitas always going home with new bruises and cuts. when his mom is there she’ll ask him about it but he’ll immediately cut her off and tell her its none of her business.

artyom doesnt like to smoke, but he will do it just so that he can put the cigarettes out on nikita when he feels like it.

artyom definitely encourages nikitas self harm behaviors - hed even help him do it. he would show him better ways to cut himself and what not just so that more blood can be drawn and he’ll be ruined further.

sex between them is just as terrible as youd imagine. nikita would be non stop begging and sobbing - wanting artyom to be gentle and not so mean with what hes doing, but artyom is just focused on getting done and using nikita as a human fleshlight basically. he never cares for anything thats sweet or romantic while the other just wants everything to take time and be as intimate as possible.

artyom specifically likes to cum on nikitas face and nikita has an oral fixation so it all works out super well. he makes him eat all the cum afterwards too while he laughs at him for how dumb he looks.

whenever theyre out killing people artyom will make nikita do a lot of the work and will call him a pussy if he doesnt want to do it. then he’ll proceed to laugh at him because of how hesitant and careful hes being.

[tinylilacbun]

I feel like it would be so funny qhen the pogues find out jj already got a new job, and then find out is a job babysitting for kooks. I feel like everyone in the room would be speechless at first and pope would be like "babysit to what, a dog?" "no?? she's three. very cute by the way-and wait, is that even a thing?" "oh, poor kid🤦🏿‍♂️" and altought they all suport each other, they're all kiiind of insecure reguarding jj's new "awesome" plan, because, well, they don't think jj is actually the most patient and responsible to be around kids. I mean, how did he even got this job? How could someone look at jj and think "wow, he's so good with babies"

but then they would all change their minds on the first time jj brings reader to hang out with them, and they witness JJ turn into a role different version of himself - helping reader do basic things like braiding her hair or eat her veggies, and even nap with her laying on his chest in the couch while the pogues are all staring in... awe and confusion? lmao I would be too

Wait, can I request something with this concept?

I can so imagine them being like "Nah, you gotta be joking." And then JJ pulls out his phone showing all the silly photos he has of you both together, being all smug about it too and the pogues are completely baffled looking at him like: 😦

They're asking him various questions, like how's the pay? How the hell he managed to get a babysitter job, knowing this boy can't even take care of himself for all we know. How kooks trust JJ freaking maybank with their kid??

The pogues are concerned that their friend is being threatened to say that your parents are actually really nice and pay him well, so well that he doesn't want to bring it up.

Obviously they want proof of that and see it for themselves, so JJ asks your parents if he could take his friends with him next time he babysits before anything else and of course your parents said yes, why wouldn't they? They trust him.

And so the pogues finally meet the reason JJ has been rather busy lately as you come running from your room the second you hear his voice, crashing into his awaiting arms.

"Jayj! Missed you so much." You giggle as JJ stands up with you clinging to him, your legs dangling in the air.

"I was here two days ago." He reminds you with a chuckle and you pout.

"Still missed you!"

Then you notice his friends standing behind him, a smile growing on each of their faces. JJ sets you back down and you go to hide behind his legs, suddenly shy from all the new people as you whisper out a small 'hi'.

Kie and Sarah coo at how adorable you are, just wanting to pinch your cheeks. John B, Pope, and Cleo just give you a small wave, which you of course return.

"You gotta give her some time to warm up, and don't touch her until she says it's okay." JJ warns them, his hand ruffling your hair.

Some time later the others are actually impressed by how attentive JJ is with you, always answering when you ask something no matter how silly it is, playing with you what you want, even getting you to eat the nasty veggies.

Now you all are sprawled on the big sofa in the living room, your favorite movie playing on the tv but you're already napping on JJ's chest as he draws shapes on your back.

"I have to be honest, I really thought you were kidding us with this whole thing but damn JJ you really know what you're doing." John says, watching how gentle the blonde is with you, he's never seen his best friend being this soft with anyone, much less a kook.

JJ shushes him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Princess is getting her beauty sleep, don't you dare disrupt that, bro."

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

Now imagine shifter!König, not shifted, and going through the lunches in the fridge. Finding his Finches, cause turns out the little bird is stupid good at cooking. And 'Finch' not 'Handler' now, storming into the enclosure squawking and shouting and accusatory fingers pointing.

"You big bloody bastard! Those are mine!" 'Finch' squawks out, unable to even try and reach those stupid exercise rings. They're a bitch to clean as it is up that high and asshole König likes to lounge on them now knowing it pisses off his Finch. Wait, his...? ....Yes, his. His Finch.

Okay so, before I keep going, can I steal the name Finch? I always like naming the readers for the stories and Finch is just so darn cute. I love it so much. Would I be able to use it going forward?

Now, onto the response:

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König is just a hungry man. As the largest shifter on KorTac's Eastern European base, he's well known as 'The Vacuum' for how he hoovers through food. He'll happily go through other people's lunches to get some extra snacks. Does he feel good about it? Somewhat. If KorTac wants to have such a giant shifter, they should be giving him more to eat. In a way, this is his form of silent protest. If KorTac won't feed him, he'll feed himself. It's only fair, he says to himself. You're a dick, everyone else says. I don't care, König decides.

Handlers and shifters alike know to be wary of König's efforts. Locks don't keep König out of lunches, but if you put your lunch at the very back of the fridge and not towards the front then usually you're free of König's snooping.

When you go to put your lunch in the fridge, you find it a bit hectic and messy. It's bizarre, seeing everyone's lunch pushed in the back. You can't help but wonder why everyone is piled up in the back of the fridge. The clamber to the back of the fridge has people piled up until they hit the top of the fridge, with another lunchbox or two shoved in to boot. It's a complete mess that's probably squishing their lunch into oblivion.

So, finding plenty of clear space at the front, you put your lunch tucked to the side and go about with your day.

All the others would say it was predictable, but the shock and horror upon finding your lunch raided had you chewing the culprit out to another handler near by.

"And whoever it was ate all the good parts, too!" you grumbled, "like, how? I just don't get it! It took me ages to make and this fucker comes along and eats all my hard work!"

The other handler, a foggy-eyed man who was closer to retirement than recruitment cleared his thick throat with a cough. You turned to face the old man with a scowl.

"Do you know anything about this Louis?" you snapped.

"Do I ever," the old Frenchman wheezed, "I bet you twenty balles that König was the one behind it."

That has you stalling for a minute. König? König ate you lunch? Oh you were going to kill that feather duster the next time you-

"He's so big but the big man doesn't give him any extra ration tickets," Louis explained, "I'd feel bad for him if he didn't eat my wife's cooking more than I do."

You drummed your fingers on the desk.

"Is there any reason he goes after the handler's fridges? He has the whole cafeteria at lunch.

Louis grinned, "He likes to snack. Don't you know?"

You grit your teeth. The stupid snacking bastard had another thing coming for him, just wait. You'd snap his little bird next when you got your hands on him.

You didn't actually manage to get around to König until after his training sessions for the day. Luckily for you, he had another session of training in his shifted form for you that day. You clenched your fists in preparation.

Of course, preparation means nothing if you never expected what was coming for you. So of course, you were completely bowled over by the sight of König unwrapping a little square of chocolate, the chocolate you'd saved for days, while sitting in a folding chair. He took one clean chomp before he perked up when he noticed you.

"Ah, Handler! What are we working on today?" he cheered, "do you have any good riddles today?"

Your eyes focused in on the little speck of chocolate at the corner of his lips.

"My chocolate..." you muttered quietly.

"What was that?"

"That's my chocolate, you feather-brained idiot!" you squawked, "you-YOU ATE MY LUNCH TODAY!"

König licked his lips, "Oh, you were the one who put your lunch in the front?"

"Fuck yeah I did!" you puffed up, "it took me ages to make it! I put so much time into that sandwich you wouldn't believe it! I was looking forward to it all week, but I had to age the-You know what nevermind. I don't care. I'm better than this. I'm better than all of this. I-"

You trailed off as König strode across the gymnasium floor to the rings, crouched down, then smoothly shifted into his monstrous form as he jumped up to go to the rings.

"GET DOWN FROM THERE!" you bellowed, "I WASN'T FINISHED WITH YOU YET!"

You heard a throaty cackle above. Your hair stood on end instinctively, but the fire inside only raged further.

"GET DOWN HERE!" you screeched like a little monkey.

Up above, König wove through the rings with masterful ease. Your whooping and howling wasn't of that much interest, but he took a moment to stop and hang by his tail from one of the rings. He cocked his head to look at you.

There, down on the ground you spluttered and spat, hopping up and down and waving your arms like a little bird.

Like a little finch, König thought to himself.

"Little Finch," König let out a hoarse laugh, "Little Finch, Little Finch!"

"Who-ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME!?"

"Little Finch Little Finch!" König tossed his head side to side as he sang out his little nickname for you.

"COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! I'LL SHOW YOU A 'LITTLE FINCH'!"

Oh, König found this terribly amusing. He had a wonderful little game now.

[frosttbitessam]

WAITIN BY THE PHONE

sam x fem! hunter reader

warnings: no particular warning! pure fluff! soft! sam, s1+s2 kinda vibe, use of y/n, basically sam acting like a begging dog all for you- but in a cute way!! use of y/n

Sam was never the type to act so desperate. The Winchester brothers were always deemed ‘unstoppable’ by the majority of the hunting community, their stories shared around like marshmallows at the campfire, and yet the moment you entered their lives, he was at a complete loss for you.

the three of you had met on a hunt, a vamp nest in the middle of the Midwest, probably Nebraska. you’d never been the type to welcome others along a hunt, but after bashing a demons head in and looking up only to find a puppy-dog eyed man and his brute of a brother, you gave up that whole ‘lone wolf’ idea. You were - a list aprehensivo at first, after so little communication between the three of you, the various questions, the holy water being thrown in your face (which pissed you off a little), you got along just fine.

After a successful hunt, the three of you went to the local dive bar, drinking away what cash you had left, draining it like a hummingbird to sweet water. You had (drunkenly) given Sam your number, slurring words, and warm smiles, eyes half lidded and pupils as wide as a cats when hunting a mouse, not thinking he would ever call, because hey- what drunk girl ends up getting a date after that kinda job right?

wrong.

fast forward to a few days later, the both of you on seperate paths, his brother and him in Philly, and you in New York, your phone rings. ‘No caller ID’ it reads, your skeptical, at first, but sooner or later you give in for the hell of it because you need a break from researching werewolves, and traveling all over New York of all places.

“hello?” you ask into the phone, one hand on your hip, contemplating if you should’ve even picked it up, after waiting a few moments- there’s a familiar voice, one you know all too well..

“hi… this is y/n right? we- um- did a case a few weeks ago?” it was sam, he normally wouldn’t be so awkward over the phone, but from his perspective at the bar that night, he thought it seemed pretty amazing that he got a pretty girls number- a hunter too nonetheless.

“yeah this is y/n - you’re sam right? where you working?” you shifted onto the motel rooms bed, sitting on the edge of it, tucking a hair behind your ear carelessly.

“well currently me and dean are in Philly- got a case of a witch apparently.” he replies, you could even imagine him now awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck, perching himself on the edge of a chair, listening in.

“a witch? really?” your voice rings out, curious, hell you didn’t think they’d be in the Midwest of all places, then again, witches do know how to hide well, so it’s not that surprising.

“yeah- she’s- an old one..” he remarked, sensing the sheepish tone and expression, you smiled softly.

“were you- waiting to see if I’d call?” you asked, a cocky yet soft smirk overcame your face, you wanted to roll your eyes but you had it out for him, so it wasn’t completely his fault.

“wh- no…” he disapproves, trying to change the subject, but the sound of your laughter from the other line fills his thoughts, his heart even gets a little faster after hearing it, biting at his lip, he suppressed a chuckle.

“you so were!” you chuckled, smiling at the fact that such a tall, brooding man like himself, was weak in the knees all for you.

“look can you help me with the witch please? Dean and I are totally stumped…” he responded, embarrassed that you’d found out he’d been waiting by the phone since that night at the bar for you to call him up for something. anything.

“whereabouts in Philly are you sam?” you ask, your laughter dying down, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around your finger, you had it bad, and you both knew it.

“mm fairmount..” he responded, after a few moments.

“I’ll be there in a few hours.. hang tight.” you reassure him, before hanging up the phone, and sighing contently. you never imagined in your wildest dreams you’d have a Hunter- nonetheless a man like him of all people, weak for you, and yet, here you both were.

you were his guiding light, and he was a follower.

reblogs + reposts appreciated!! mwah! ❄️

[restinslices]

Can I request Bi-Han being a father of a baby who is clingy to him and the reader? write in whatever format you want ^^

Ya’ll, my new job is kicking my ass. I just wanna get paid for being silly.

Honestly, I don’t think he’d mind it too much

If it was someone else’s baby then sure, go find your father

But this is his baby

Bi-Han isn’t gonna try and train a six month old, so really, what can they do besides being clingy?

I think of life stages as baby, toddler, child, pre teen, teen, young adult, adult, elder

So when I hear “baby”, I’m thinking “still on the titty milk”

Now, is Bi-Han grumpy?

Yes

Do I think he’d be grumpy with a baby?

No

I see them sitting together when he’s not busy

I also think Bi-Han would try and help his wife, ya know? He’s not the lazy dad. He’s the type to get up when the baby starts crying at the ass crack of dawn instead of letting his wife do it

She had a whole baby removed from her. She needs her rest

So I see him taking the baby off her hands a lot

Which is probably why the baby is so attached to him

Which, once again, I don’t think he’d mind

I think he’d take this time to try and develop their skills. Like keeping their head up, trying to crawl, maybe even teaching them Chinese and English

The baby stage is more cutesy. The toddler stage is what’s beating his ass. Have ya’ll been around a toddler? Those little shits-

A baby just wants to lay on you. A toddler wants you to play with them, walks in on you in the bathroom, lays on you but they’re a lot more heavy, comes to you for every minor inconvenience, ect.

I can imagine him trying to use the bathroom and the toddler just storms in

“Hi!” “I’m busy” “No!” “Yes” “No!” “Yes”

I think he’d probably prefer the clingy baby to clingy toddler, because if sets the baby down somewhere, they can’t follow him

He moves a little to the right and his toddler is wondering where he’s going

Don’t even get him started on having to leave without them

They start crying and he’s just standing there, completely over it

Bi-Han is okay with letting kids cry tho, so he just leaves anyway. They’ll get tired eventually

There’s a lot of clingy baby/toddler scenarios, so let me know if you’re interested in me discussing a particular one!

[the-ace-with-spades]

(you really are my enabler, @redfurrycat)

Slightly unserious AU with trans ftm Bradley - or more like 2 AUs, with one being kind of an AU of the just hold my hand fic - who transitioned after the USNA fiasco, which Mav doesn't know about

Version A

Bradley transitioned after Mav pulled his papers - he got rejected by USNA in 2001 but by the end of 2002 he had his name changed and had been on T for about 5 months, all while also simultaneously studying at UVA. When he changed his name, he change everything - social security number, insurance, driving licence, etc. There is literally no trace of his deadname in his documents and what else was there got sealed.

Now, there's one thing - Mav doesn't know any of this. He tries to do anonymous donation for Deadname Bradshaw to pay for her college - gets refunded. Tries to send parcels to her - all returned, stamped 'sender not at address'. Finally, he requests to have the uni check if his daughter (foster/adoptive but still daughter) is up to date on her tuition and grades and gets an email saying Sorry, sir, there's no student under this name currently, never was.

And obviously Mav panics, which in turn makes Ice panic. They go on a trip across the country, but answer from the dean is still the same - there's no student under that name, they only have her admission/offer records and nothing else. They inform the police but since they weren't in a good relationship and their daughter was an adult, travelling across states, they couldn't do much. Thley hire a private detective but the times were different - it was all on paper, easily lost when Bradley changed his name, so the last note of him is his arrival at UVA campus. They never stop looking for her but they'd been told again and again that she is most likely dead.

By the time Bradley enters the Navy, he's been on T for about 4 years and had top surgery done in the summer after second year at uni.

By 2013, eleven years since he changed his name, Bradley changes his surname to Seresin. There's literally no connection to Mav's daughter on paper, at least at first glance. There are things he had to disclose to the Navy but they're all behind a privacy wall that only allows the hire ups and direct command to see it.

By the time Bradley is at Top Gun for the second time, he and Jake are about a year after finalizing their divorce - they broke up because Bradley married him and all (and Jake fully believed he did love him, no doubt about it) but Jake still didn't know much about his past and Bradley couldn't open himself up fast enough for Jake and Jake felt like they were moving nowhere.

Bradley never changed back his surname. Jake didn't know until they met again at Top Gun. Bradley can lie to himself all he wants, but the truth is that he didn't keep it just to avoid connections with his previous name completely.

When Mav is met with Bradley Seresin and Jake Seresin, he at first assumes they're brothers. And then he sees Bradley's face and nothing else matters.

He is so weirded out - Bradley looks like he'd imagine his daughter to grow up to look, but male (because you know, mustache). And he can't stop staring and Bradley having some kind of problem doesn't help. He sees Bradley and he can't stop thinking about anything else.

Meanwhile Jake can see Bradley is acting equally weird around Mav (and maybe assumes things and gets a bit jealous... Sorry I love that trope) and confronts him about it, in private. And for the first time, Bradley opens up to him about his past - about how Mav was his adoptive dad, about how he pulled his papers, about how the last time they've seen each other Bradley was pre-transition and about how Mav doesn't know.

Eventually though Mav catches up with the Seresins actually being exes/husbands and checks for Bradley's maiden name. And once he sees it's nee Bradshaw, he finally feels a little less crazy, enough to tell Ice about the whole thing and ask him to check if Bradley is their daughter's long lost cousin or if Goose had a long lost brother or cousin.

By the time Ice digs deep enough into the files to find the truth, Mav and Bradley had already been shipped out.

Version B (contains trans pregnancy)

Most of the stuff still happened but this is slightly more realistic take. Bradley does change his name in 2002 but this disqualifies him from ever serving in the Navy. He transitions as he studies aerospace engineering and earns his commercial plane licence.

He and Jake meet by accident, in an aeroclub Bradley had a side job at. They fall in love and struggle through the remaining DADT era.

Jake knows about Bradley everything - and he means everything. From what he likes to eat, through his preferred pain meds, to his whole family history.

Fast forward to the Top Gun return. Mav meets Jake and it seems that Jake, for some reason, hates him. It is a common feeling among the Navy men but usually it comes from the higher ups, not Mav's subordinates. The kid is so angry with him that he can't even absorb anything Mav is trying to teach him and if this goes on like this, he's going to get himself killed.

Mav tries to do an intervention but the second he says something along the lines of your family would like to see you in one piece, Jake kinda explodes at him, saying all those things about how Mav knows jack shit about family and has absolutely nothing to lose because he's already lost everything and he should shut his mouth.

Mav is... stunned. So stunned he doesn't say anything and just lets him walk away.

And Phoenix, who has been friends with Bradley and Jake for years, tries to soften the situation and tells Mav a little bit of what she thinks it's going on - that Jake has a heavily pregnant spouse at home and they're expecting their first baby and the timing of the detachment couldn't be worse. Which isn't really untrue, it does get Jake more irritable, but Mav is the biggest problem.

Because Jake knows. Jake knows about how Mav spent every other weekend since Bradley turned fourteen in a plane with Bradley and then every other weekend teaching Bradley to pilot the minute he turned sixteen. He knows how Mav was supposed to teach him all he knew and then pulled the rag from underneath him silently, and pulled his application to USNA like it was nothing. He knows all about how Mav never explained, never apologized, never even tried to fix what he had done. He knows how much it cost Bradley - the trust, the vulnerability, the ability to feel loved unconditionally. And he is damned pissed at him.

Things do go on. Jake does acknowledge that he has to calm down if he wants to come back home.

He and Mav bump into each other on the parking lot before the shipment, the only two not having a loved one sending them off. Mav stupidly asks where Jake's wife is and Jake tells him that his husband can't really drive anymore, especially in his old car where the suspension is too high to get in smoothly with the baby bump in the way. Mav is a bit confused but connects the dots pretty soon - obviously, Seresin's husband must be trans in some way. Asks if there's anyone who can drive him around when Jake is away and Jake just looks him in the eyes and tells him, he's only got me.

(Mav might or might not ask Ice to check on Seresin's husband when they're gone and Ice might or might not give Bradley a heart attack by calling him...)

Jake never told Bradley who his instructor was. At least not before the mission. He is in a separate room in a hospital after the whole thing is and Bradley insists he is going to come and visit him to see with his own eyes he's okay. Once he's at the hospital, Jake tells him he'd prefer Bradley stay home until he comes back and obviously Bradley who is feeling very unsure and insecure at the moment gets upset.

So Jake tells him that his instructor and the guy he flew the mission with is Mav.

Bradley does leave because he doesn't want to bump into him. They pass each other on the corridor briefly as Mav is being wheeled back from x-ray and Mav feels like he's hallucinating - like he's seen a ghost because you know, Bradley looks like his daughter but also not really because he's a guy.

It all comes to a head when the whole squad celebrates at the Hard Deck. Bradley is feeling up like going even if he can't drink and most of the people there know about Jake having a husband and that he's trans and pregnant and are being normal about it. So they're having nice little evening with Jake plastered to him at all times out of protectiveness, clinginess and just missing him.

Jake didn't know Mav was invited.

Mav comes in ready to greet the daggers and is met with a ghost's face. Jake tries to pretend all is normal for about a minute but it's obvious that Mav can't stop staring and that Bradley is panicking, basically hyperventilating in Jake's arms so they just--up and go, really. Jake leads them out of the bar without even a glance back, whispering Bradley apologies about how he didn't know Mav would be there.

Meanwhile, once they stood up - Bradley with some of Jake's help - Mav gets hit with the very visible reminder that Bradley, the guy with his daughter's face, is trans and pregnant. And he is not a hundred percent sure, but he's pretty damn sure the odds are already so weird, there's no way this is another guy who looks like his daughter, it's gotta be his daughter, but after transitioning.

And on the off chance that he is making it all in his head, he tells Ice and hopes he would know how to intervene.

Maybe, eventually, Mav just goes to their house. Maybe Jake is still on the defence and tries to get rid off him when Bradley comes to the door in all the heavily pregnant glory - barefoot, wearing a t-shirt that is too small and in an oversized cardigan and Jake's Navy sweatpants that are too short at the ankles - and tells him it's okay and that he'll talk to Mav alone, on the porch.

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 50: Starting New

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Jake Seresin Jr. entered the world in the early hours of a crisp March morning. The birth was quick, and Jake was by your side the entire time, holding your hand through every moment. You’d barely realized you were in labor—just a few flutters in your stomach that felt like nothing more than a mild annoyance but they were coming every 10 minutes. Cindy figured out that it was probably labor, and by the time you reached the hospital, you were already 8 centimeters dilated, ready to welcome your son sooner than you’d expected.

A few days later, you lay back in bed, content and at ease, watching as Jake moved gently around the room with your newborn son cradled in his arms. The soft murmur of Jake’s voice filled the space as he spoke to the baby, who was peaceful after just being fed. The sight brought a quiet smile to your face, your heart full at the scene before you.

Jake rocked your son gently, his words barely audible but filled with love as he spoke to the baby. “You’ve got your mom’s stubbornness, little man,” he said with a soft chuckle, glancing over at you. “And her heart, too—if we’re lucky.”

Your smile grew, warmth spreading through you as you watched them. Jake looked completely at ease, his every movement careful and tender, as though he’d been doing this his whole life. The way he gazed down at your son, his expression a mix of awe and adoration, made your chest tighten with emotion.

“He’s got your smile,” you murmured, your voice tinged with a playful lilt. Jake turned to you, his lips quirking into that familiar grin you adored.

“Think he’ll inherit my charm, too?” he teased, walking over to the bed and carefully lowering himself beside you, the baby still nestled safely in his arms.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, resting a hand on your baby’s back. “I don’t know if the world can handle two of you,” you teased back. But your tone softened as you added, “He’s perfect, Jake.”

Jake kissed the top of your head, his voice quiet and filled with sincerity. “He’s got the best mom in the world. How could he not be?”

You felt your heart swell at his words, your eyes brimming with tears as you looked up at him. "And the best dad," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "He’s so lucky to have you."

Jake smiled, his green eyes soft and full of love as he glanced down at your son again. "I think we’re the lucky ones," he said quietly, brushing a thumb over the baby’s tiny hand. "I still can’t believe he’s here."

You watched as your son’s little fingers instinctively wrapped around Jake’s thumb, the sight bringing fresh tears to your eyes. "Neither can I," you admitted, the wonder of it all still settling in.

Jake shifted slightly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead before turning to you. "You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted, you know that?" he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity and amusement in your expression. “Have I now?”

Jake’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his voice steady and sincere. “A home. A family. That’s everything I’ve ever wanted—with you.” He paused. "The day I bumped into you at that bar in Austin. I knew."

“And now?” you asked softly, your eyes searching his.

Jake’s lips curved into a gentle smile, his voice steady and filled with certainty. “I still know.”

Emotion swelled in your chest, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “Jake…” you murmured, your voice barely audible as your eyes brimmed with tears.

He shifted closer, his free hand reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. “You’ve always been it for me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low but firm. “No matter the distance, no matter how long it took to get here—I never stopped knowing.”

You leaned into his touch, your hand resting on his leg, grounding yourself in the moment. “Even after everything we’ve been through?”

“Because of everything we’ve been through,” he replied without hesitation. His gaze dropped briefly to your son, sleeping peacefully between you, before meeting yours again. “We’ve made it through more than most people ever will. And now we’ve got him—a new beginning.”

Your heart swelled as you looked at him, your partner in every sense of the word. “We’ve got each other,” you said softly, your voice laced with conviction.

Jake nodded, leaning in until your foreheads touched. “Always.”

Thank you to all of those who followed me through this story! I can't believe how long it is and how long it took, but it has finally come to an end. Hopefully another pops into my head, so keep an eye out!

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[adobe-outdesign]

Been getting into Neopets again, so may I request your thoughts on the ghost color please?

It’s so simple, but I love the absolute HAUNTED expression that a good amount of the pets get when painted :D

Ghost is one of those very old colours that kind of suffers for its age, because it's... kind of boring? The concept is great, and I do like the way all ghost pets turn the same shade of teal with red eyes—it's very consistent both in terms of the colour itself and in terms of things like NPC characters and whatnot. I also like how the pets' expressions become more sad and spooky.

However, the execution beyond that tends to be lacking, as that's literally all there is to the colour beyond just a faint glow. You'd think that they'd make the pets semi-transparent, give them tails or wispy elements, stuff like that, but instead every pet is just "teal base with red eyes, glow, spooky expression". It's not terrible or anything, and once again it has a lot to do with how old the colour is, but it does feel pretty underwhelming.

You might think some of the blandness was caused by customization, but even pre-customization all the ghost pets were just drawn in their default poses. Sometimes the old art would give them a more exaggerated expression, but beyond that, they were still pretty boring.

However, just this year TNT released a bunch of "eerie" styles for this color with actual unique poses, and I have to say, these are a lot better. The dynamic Halloween styles they did were pretty good as a whole, but they also didn't feel all that necessary. These ones definitely were, as they don't just give the pets unique poses, but also take advantage of the new art to give them wispier, more ethereal appearances. Sure, most of them were sampled from art already on the site (the Flotsam above is based off a user shopkeeper), but if it works, it works. This does mean the styles are pretty inconsistent with the original art and expressions and aren't always on-point in terms of linework and whatnot, but there was so little there to begin with I can't imagine anyone complaining.

Favorite Species:

Techo: The Techo is a really good example of a pet design getting better over time. The pre-conversion art was literally just the default Techo—it didn't even have a different expression. Come customization, and they at least tweaked it to have smaller pupils and eye bags, which combined with the new art looking less overjoyed by default at least gave it a fun personality. Finally, with the eerie style, they redrew it to have what can only be described as a completely zoinked-out expression with irises around the pupils. It also now sports a floating pose with great shapes and flow, and some creative choices like more wispy elements and a complete lack of legs. It's really good.

Usul: The ghost Usul was always a bit unusual in that even pre-customization it always had flowing, raggedy ears and a slightly ruffled tail to match—a unique attribute that I really wish they had applied to more ghost pets with manes and long fur. With customization, the design actually got a bit worse—the eye bags were lost, it kept the same generic expression, and the tail didn't match the ears as much. However, with the new style, they fixed that completely; ears and tail now match perfectly and even the mane has been given the same ethereal look, with the pose and expression really standing out.

Hissi: This one's kind of cheating as I usually try to aim for pets that have both a good default base and a good style. The post-customization ghost Hissi, however, is as bland as can be—even the pre-customization ghost Hissi was absolutely nothing. However, the style is really good. I love the pose and the grabby hands, and the way big chunks are taken out of the body in an almost Wraith-like way.

Least Favorite Species:

Grundo: There are, strictly speaking, uglier species to pick from (pets with a lot of yellow, like the Tonu or Kiko, really don't work), but the Grundo gets this spot for being the blandest of the bland. Not only is there nothing interesting or unique about the design post- or pre-customization, but it doesn't even have a fun expression. In fact, it doesn't even have different eyes from a regular Grundo, because Grundo eyes are solid red by default, thus making it just look completely normal. Hopefully we'll get a style for this one one day that gives it something unique to work with.

[missmarveledsblog]

In love with its fate series and the oneshots can you do a hc or oneshot of how bradley proposed also nicknaming her sunny genius cause hes rooster and shes sunshine 😭😭😭💓💓

of course i will i touched on it lightly in Brooster but here's the full story of how brooster propose to the future mrs sunny bradshaw.

Soon to be Mrs Brooster

summary : rooster finally plans to put a ring on sunny's finger

warning : tooth rotten fluff , rooster being a simp

He was waiting for this , probably since the first moment he actually met her , talked to her.  He was ready to ask the moment their first date was ended but he bided his time much to everyone surprise bradley lasted two years before he was doing what they honestly thought was going to happen much sooner . a week back from their trip from visiting her parents and getting one of the most important yes which was their permission to ask her to be his. To finally make y/n “ sunny “ seresin his soon to be wife ( officially ) .  he couldn’t imagine his life not having this woman in his life from her laugh to her putting him and jake in their place ( he wouldn’t be surprised if mav had her on speed dial ) .  He went through so many ways to do it from writing it in the sky ,  on the beach as they flown above to even doing it in the hard deck randomly but none of that felt much right so he decided to bring it back to the first date , that night was something he would never forget he really pulled out all the stops and never stopped but that night was one both his and her favourites .  thanksgiving had just ended and christmas was now the next one , he could wait til then but he was sure he would explode if he was to do so . He had all hands on deck , from jake help as much as he love to annoy rooster he would help with anything he knew would make his little sister happy  even if that was actually rooster. 

The coming day bradley  was practising what to say wondering what would sound best but nothing was fitting , nothing stood out . then trying to get everything like it was that night felt impossible  the lights and candles seemed to needing to be replaced but yet out of stock giving christmas was the next approaching holiday . it was like everything was against the whole idea even jake was going out of his way to get what was needed. It wasn’t til the day before when nat and bob ran into the hangar panting and sweating holding boxes and bags in their hands . 

“ we got them , well nat got them , she almost beat up an old lady “ bob gulp when she glared at him. 

“ you’re welcome bradshaw also name that first born after me and we call it even”  she shrugged ignoring the look of slight fear and impressed that pete michell was giving her . 

“ not up to me but i’ll let sunny know … well if she says yes .. shit what if she doesn’t say yes” he went to from happy to panicking  in a spilt second all the nerves hitting in the one second making him to want to explode and every fear coming to the surface .  irrational fear not that he could see how much his love is returned  or how she was  just as crazy about him , no sense or reason could reach this man in the spiral of what if that spun around his head .   the face of fear and everything that was neighbouring on his face as the dagger squad offered reassurance . It was like something between the chaos and the signs of the universe  or grace of god that sunny walked into the door holding something as simple as his lunch and moment she saw him distressed and upset even not having a clue what was really going on, yet she ran to his side instantly hands on each cheek , she was speaking barely register til he saw the worry and concern all over her face .  pure love  in her eyes grounding him , melting every  bad negative feelings like a universal fate filled sign this was meant to be.  Feeling himself come back to his senses just by her touch not that it need to be said but he was truly and completely in love with this woman . 

“ brooster baby you  ok ?” her voice that sweet sugar sweet voice hitting his ears making him feel like he could breathe again .   

“ yeah it i’m ok just tough week is all “ a smile on his face he wasn’t completely lying he staying up a bit later  making sure everything would be perfect . 

“ why don’t you take rest of day off , we don’t have much to do today “ Mav smiled softly , he always did in a sense they were so similar to carole and nick in the way they were so taken with each other but yet so different in a way too. 

“ thank you pete , i’ll make sure he gets some rest “ she beamed not even waiting for her man to respond even when she threw his keys to nat . almost pulling him out of the bunker not taking any excuse that was bound to come out of his mouth nope she was not having it that’s for sure  not that he could , as much as he would work to the bone to make sure she was ok he did enjoy when she would look after him too something he had to get used to since most women before were so different  not that it was bad but it wasn’t like this . 

The day before the engagement maybe was something he needed that sort of reset and refresh now that he was looking back. But it also just made him want to do it more , it gave him the perfect idea’s that were staring him back in the face . as he sat in their shared space , their home . her little knick knacks that placed around the place , little cushions and pieces that made it a home. Something he thought he made it a home but clearly it was not like that until she came along and showed him how much of a home this house could be .   things that brighten up the area sort of like a representation of how she brightened up his life.   She busied herself while he was sitting eating the lunch she warmed up for him then once he was finished she led him up to the bathroom  only for him to see the bathroom covered in the scented candles , the scents of lavender and chamomile that hit his nose , a kiss on his cheek placing the beer on the side of the tub and heading off once more leaving him pouting that she wasn’t going to be joining him .  when he was out , clean and relaxed in every sense to see his pyjamas that he only ever wore as sort of lounge clothes .  only coming down to the living room more and more each thing she was doing was making it easier and easier for what he would do the next day .  eating dinner watching his comfort movies and comfort foods little things to put his overworked brain to rest. 

That morning rooster woke knew lease of life , knowing what he wanted to do and how to make it perfect for his girl. Letting her sleep he crept from the bed slowly got dressed headed to the cafe the one where the first properly talked got to know each other  . getting her a coffee and alongside her favourite pastry then he got breakfast on way home with her favourite flowers . waking her up with kisses all over her face looking down at  the smile on her sleepy face was something that always made his day better , if he woke in a foul mood all he would need to rectify that was seeing her smile . Then they went to the beach  like it was just a normal day but he knew it wasn’t , the dagger squad. Then for lunch he brought her to her favourite place seeing her excitement was always a highlight in his week. Then at home again like normalish  day maybe the fact he was spoiling her a little extra was there but he would shrug it off and say she deserved it  or when he told her they had a surprise date to which she excitedly expressed she got to wear the new dress she gotten the other day with nat for, one he got nat to bring her own  .  every single time she would leave him lost for words but then again it could be a potato sack and she would look the most beautiful woman to ever walk gods green earth.  

That night was like so many date only more special since it was the very restaurant they went to for their first date. She told him of her christmas plans for her kindergarteners all the fun and magic she wanted to give them before they were off for christmas as well as some plans for their own christmas like going to virginia so bradley could see his parents .

“ we can go texas for christmas “ he shrugged it  off. 

“ nah i already told my mama she got us for thanksgiving  , ok i may of booked the rental house which jake paid for  and  i will get our food in advance and have it brought with us “ she beamed. “ least this time you won’t be alone when you go and you get to spend christmas with your folks in a way “ she kissed his hand holding it close. 

“ you would spend your christmas in a graveyard just so i could have christmas with my parents?”. 

“ brooster radley bradley  i would spend christmas  in a dive bar in middle of nowhere if it was something you wanted but it not that it’s spending time with people you love whatever shape or form which is more important “ she giggled . 

“ i wish they got you meet you because jesus christ baby you are most perfect woman i’ve ever met you know that” he smiled feeling his eyes misty and lump in his throat , 

“ i wish i could of met em too , thank them for bringing such a handsome , funny man like you into the world , oh  it was suppose to be a surprise so can’t tell jake i told you apparently your not allowed to know he likes you” she shook her head wiping the few tears falling down his face  not knowing more would come then once dinner was done they headed to what she thought was the hard deck to finish the night off .  only for him to  to bring her near the entrance again tricking her then moving to toward the beach that sat behind .   the light and candle seemed even more magical she couldn’t place her finger on why but it was even more fairytale like than that night .   the add rose petal that place everywhere leading them to the sand except this time it wasn’t a speaker that await for them but a live music . he may of pulled a favor or two getting couple of people he knew could play their favourite songs .  it something she would of never experience in her life and yet with brooster radly bradley bradshaw he made those things possible .  the moonlight high in the sky hitting the water so beautifully . he held his hand out to her sway  wanting to capture the way she looked in that very moment burn the image into his mind for the rest of his life , the sound of her laugh when he twirl her around . this was it  granted he had both knees on the ground fixing himself and the confused on her face then the realisation when he pulled the ring out.

“ baby i can’t imagine what i did in this life to even begin to figure out how i got  lucky to get a girl like you in my life , ever since i was a little boy my mom told me of  soul mates , how i was going to find the woman of my dreams  and i would be so in love and i thought she finally was going off her rocker than i started seeing this absolutely breathtaking beauty everywhere and i was a goner and then i met her over coffee even though her brother warned me to stay away “ he chuckled and she shook her head but tear falling down her face . “ but i couldn’t not when i talked more and more with this beautiful way out of my league kindergarten teacher who just make the world so much better and brighter by being in it the love i have for you is the love my mom told me about all those years , the one that finally made me think i deserve love , one that without even thinking would spend her day to make me feel better or is willing to spend her christmas in a grave yard just so i can see my parents. Baby there is and never will be anyone in this world that i would or could spend the rest of my life with  than you and i don’t know how i waited so  long to do this but please would you do me the honor and marry me ?” he voice cracked looking up to see her tear filled face and smile so wide. 

“ yess i will marry you bradley radley brooster “ letting him place the ring on her finger what he didn’t expect was her to dive on him there and then excitedly on the sand kissing all over his face . “ i love you so much “ was all she could get out of her mouth before his lips crashed into hers .   he said it from day one she was going to be the future misses bradshaw and she always hope she would be mrs bradley radley  brooster .

[dalmoonflower]

okay but just imagine like corruption kink hanbin🤭🤭 you guys started dating a year ago but still havent done anything because ur too innocent and want to take things slow. one day you both are cuddling on the couch and hes giving ur neck kisses and even giving small hickeys and it makes ur pussy so wet and u cant control it anymore so you get up and show hanbin how wet u are while whining and saying that it hurts and you dont know why UGJHH IT MAKES HIM SO GO CRAZYY😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh my goooood anon your mind

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HANBIN CORRUPTION KINK + READER FIRST TIME

Let’s get one thing straight, Hanbin prides himself with his self-control. But every time you visit his dorms in a skirt, he loses his mind. His resolve slowly crumbles whenever he sees you prancing around the room in your innocent little tennis skirt. Or when the breeze lightly picks up and your frilly little dress sways in the wind, showing an inch more thigh than what he’s used to.

It’s when you greet him with a pretty smile and chaste kisses to his cheek, that he remembers who you are: an innocent little doll. His precious baby whose first everything has been with him - first date, first kiss, first boyfriend. Everything except sex.

He’s not one to pressure, and he likes to go at your pace. So you can imagine his shock when you utter “Hanbin, I want you” as he’s leaving hickeys all over your neck. What started as an innocent cuddle session while a movie plays in the background, slowly developed into tender touches. You’ve been in this position before, sharing passionate kisses deep in the night paired with the soft glow of the TV. What’s new however, is your desperate little breaths, begging hanbin for more of him.

You can’t figure out what changed, but you just felt a sudden urge of gratefulness for the man that patiently waited for you for months. Hanbin who quickly became your heart and soul. You want to give yourself to him, in every way possible. You’re burning up, and everything aches. You long for him, wishing to be touched in ways you can’t even imagine.

Hanbin looks into your eyes, searching for any ounce of doubt. He can’t find any. All he sees is passion, and complete submission to him. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks one more time.

You don’t know how clearer you can be. “It hurts binnie, help me” is all you are able to say.

“Alright then, I’ll take care of you, my sweet”. He inches his hand up your skirt, and he can’t believe how wet you are. You’re soaked through your panties, and he lets out a groan. He can literally smell the arousal on you. And when his thumb glazes over your core, you let out a sigh of relief, you don’t notice that you’ve been holding your breath this whole time.

“Does that feel better, baby?” he whispers against your neck. And all you can do is nod, before he fully slides your skirt and panties down your legs.

You want more.

He wants more.

But he knows he still has to go slow. You’re a gentle thing, and while he wants to ravish you - his brain knows better. So he takes his time, and makes sure you feel loved and safe.

—-

wow this almost turned into a full fic

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 20

Notes: No more updates for this week, everyone! I’ll be away camping with my family for Thanksgiving, so no signal for me. I’ll hopefully be able to update again Friday or Saturday! Hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving/week!!! ^w^

Summary: Rouge, Sonic and Shadow come up with a plan for their next move. Sonic and Shadow share a moment after..

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Prequels: Something I’m Made For , The 30th

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“Can you please give me some space, Blue?? Chaos..,” Rouge grumbles, Sonic chuckling awkwardly from his spot where he had been leaning over Rouge’s shoulder to see the tiny writing on the laptop.

“Sorry..,” he pulls back, allowing her some room to breathe. The bat sighs to herself, shaking her head in silence. These boys would be the death of her..

Her aquamarine eyes skim over the records from Shadow’s stay in the medical wing, Shadow standing behind her looking them over as well on the opposing side Sonic stands on.

There’s nothing too out of the ordinary from his time in the GUN hospital wing, but the real interesting bit was from what GUN had been recording of, not him, but his counterpart before he disappeared.

The other Shadow.

“So they had been tracking Shadow’s vitals up until he used chaos control,” Rouge explains, pointing at the readings on the screen, “And then he disappeared. The readings are off the chart, so they likely assumed he just shorted out their equipment. Little do they know, he went to a whole other dimension..”

“What are chaos readings typically like when we use chaos control with a real emerald?” Shadow questions, arms crossed as he looks down to the bat.

“Pretty damn high from what I recall, but they’re controlled. These are sporadic. Unpredictable. Like they’re—“

“Colliding with another user’s own chaos energy??” Sonic suggest with a small tilt of his head, both Rouge and Shadow blinking up at him in surprise.

“What?? I can keep up with smart talk,” Sonic huffs with a roll of his eyes before looking to Shadow, “I bet you and Shadow were using Chaos Control at the same time with artificial emeralds, and that’s what caused the convergence.”

Shadow looks at him impressed, Rouge nodding at this and looking back to the screen, “Not a bad theory. I was kinda thinking the same thing..”

“So if that’s the case, wouldn’t we just need to get them both to use chaos control at the same time again to switch them back??” Sonic asks, looking between the two.

“Not that simple. How are we suppose to get the our Shadow on board with this plan if he’s in a different world??” Rouge mutters with a frown, honestly feeling at least a little relieved that their Shadow is most likely out there somewhere now and not gone from existence altogether.

“Not to mention, it could just tear an even bigger hole between space and time,” Shadow frowns thoughtfully, twirling a finger around his chest fur as a fidget sort of thing.

Sonic’s eyes watch the finger spin with soft, white fur like he’s hypnotized.

“Well likely need some way to safely connect the two dimensions,” Rouge suggest.

Sonic blinks out of his hypnotic state, looking back to the bat, “Like a portal??”

“Yeah,” she nods, “Like a portal.”

“Hopping dimensions isn’t a completely foreign concept.. we both experienced the Time Eater, yes?? Eggman once harnessed that things power to control time and skip across it. I imagine this wouldn’t be much different,” Shadow theorizes.

“Yeah, but I don’t trust Eggman as far as I can throw him,” Sonic scoffs with a roll of his eyes, “So asking for his help is a no-go.”

“But we could break into his facility and hack into his old blueprints and concepts and such, and possibly use whatever he used back then to aid us in making our own modified one,” Shadow suggests, looking at Sonic now.

They pause a moment when they lock eyes.

Sonic giving a little, awkward smile, and Shadow smiling a bit shyly before they each look away.

“You two actually come up with some pretty decent stuff when you aren’t arguing,” Rouge comments, turning to face them now with a smirk, “Maybe our Shadow could learn a thing or two about teamwork.”

Shadow smirks at this, shrugging his shoulders, “I learned from the best. Took me awhile to get there, though.”

Sonic chuckles with a sarcastic, “A Shadow taking a while to adjust to being nice??? Shocker.”

“So I suppose we just need to wait until the other boys get here, and we can run it all by Boy Genius,” Rouge comments, crossing her arms with a sigh, “We’ll still need the chaos emeralds. Real ones.”

“Maybe we could split up into teams??” Sonic suggests with a shrug, “You and Knuckles go looking for the emeralds as the best treasure hunters among us, Shads and I could infiltrate Eggman’s base and get the plans, and Tails will be working on the portal-machine-thingy.”

Rouge smiles a bit at this, a sense of relief washing over her at finally having a somewhat decent plan to fix all of this. Shadow feels it, too.

“Sounds good, Blue. We’ll run it by them when they get here. For now, we should all probably get some rest..”

“Sleepover??” Sonic says with a little hopeful grin, Shadow chuckling quietly at the cute alternate of his boyfriend..

“Sleepover,” Rouge nods with a smirk.

Sonic grins at this, “Sweet! I’ll get snacks and we can watch a movie and see if it’s different than whatever Shads has in his world and—“

“No, no, Blue,” the bat shakes her head, standing with a yawn, “We need rest. Especially Shado—.. Shads.”

Shadow blinks at this, looking to her with a frown, “I’m not even tired. I rested earlier.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need to keep your energy up. We all do,” she explains with a shrug, moving past them now towards the stairs, “It’s gonna be a long next few days. And I, for one, don’t intend on being dead exhausted through them when I need to be thinking clearly.”

Sonic pouts at this, “Party-pooper.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna shower,” Rouge waves her hand dismissively as she walks up the stairs, seeming to be keen on finding the guest room for herself.

“First room on the left,” Sonic calls, “And there’s some extra T-shirts in the top dresser!”

He hears the door close, looking at Shadow with a small chuckle, “Guess she found it..”

Shadow smirks at this, nodding and looking back to the laptop screen with his files on it.

“..She’s right, though. We should try and sleep. It’s pretty late..,” Shadow mutters, seeing Sonic moving towards the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m feeling snacky first, though. Gonna make me some waffles or somethin’. You want anything??”

Shadow chuckles, shaking his head as he closes the laptop and moves into the kitchen to find Sonic already pulling the box of waffles out of the freezer, “Waffles?? At.. midnight?” he asks, holding his wrist up to check the time from his watch under the cuff of his glove.

“Best time to have ‘em!” Sonic grins, pulling out the toaster.

Shadow just smiles a bit at this, watching the blue hedgehog as he maneuvers around the kitchen preparing his midnight breakfast. If he doesn’t think too hard about it, he can pretend this is his Sonic. That he’s back home.. that he doesn’t have to worry about never seeing him again.

He doesn’t let his brain go there..

He wonders how his Sonic is doing. If he’s okay, if he’s worried sick.. if he’s even realized his Shadow has been swapped for a different on yet.

He hopes the other Shadow isn’t being a dick to his boyfriend or so help him Gaia, he’ll kick his ass—

“Earth to Shads,” Sonic waves, snapping Shadow from his train of thought.

“Hm?”

“You never answered if you wanted any,” Sonic smiles at him, looking a bit worried at how vacant he just was.

“I’m alright, thank you,” he denies politely, shaking his head before sighing and moving to lean against the table behind him. Propping his tail against the wood, he crosses his arms over his chest and eyes Sonic another moment before eventually asking,

“So you excited Tails will be back in the morning??”

“Uh-yeah, duh,” the blue hedgehog snorts with a little grin at the thought, “I’ve missed the little guy.”

“I’m sure,” he replies with a little smile of his own, “My own Sonic back home is nearly inseparable from his brother.”

“Yeah, that’s us! Just me and Tails against the world in every world,” Sonic grins, sitting on the counter next to the toaster as he waits for his waffles.

“Guess so..,” Shadow smirks, his smile faltering after a moment, “…Wonder why it’s not the same with us.”

“Hm?” Sonic’s brows furrow, looking at Shadow with a tilt to his head, “What’s not the same??”

“Us. Inseparable in every world..,” Shadow explains with a little shrug, “Can’t help but wonder.. if this world is the odd one out or my own.. perhaps I was meant to be the enemy, the brooding one, the rival?? And I just-… I don’t know, got lucky??”

“That feels like a oversimplified way of putting it,” Sonic frowns, not liking the sound of Shadow’s explanation of simply being lucky, “Dude— you are where you are in your life because you got you there. Not because fate screwed up or something went wrong. You chose to be the person you are. You weren’t meant to be an asshole. You’re just you. And frankly?? I like this version of you.”

Shadow’s eyes lift to look at Sonic, a small smile on his face, “..Thanks.”

“No problemo!” Sonic grins, looking to the toaster just as his waffles pop up. Snatching them and placing them on a plate, he moves to grab some peanut butter from the cabinet. Shadow watches with an amused look as Sonic smears the peanut butter between both waffles and puts them together to eat like a sandwich.

Opening his mouth to take a bite, Sonic pauses upon noticing Shadow’s gaze being stuck on him.

“…what?”

Shadow blinks, looking away sheepishly with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, just-.. I guess I just miss Sonic.. my Sonic.”

Sonic smiles a little at that, looking at the hybrid with a sympathetic gaze, “You guys are pretty close in your world, huh??”

Shadow can’t help but chuckle at that, a very soft smile gracing his muzzle, “..You could say that.”

Sonic’s smile goes a bit sideways at that, tilting his head curiously at Shadow as he takes a bite of his peanut butter waffle sandwich.

“…Well, what are some things you and your Sonic do together??”

Shadow hums at that, looking up at the ceiling and letting his palms rest on the table behind him as he leans against them, “Hm.. well, a lot of nothing..,” he then snickers a bit breathily, “and then a lot of everything.. we never really plan what happens in our lives, it just happens.”

“Sounds exciting,” Sonic grins through a mouthful, chomping down another bite, “Just how I like it.”

“Exciting is one word for it..,” Shadow admits with a sigh, “Though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to settle down now and then.. but I also know you’d practically lose your mind without some sort of adventure to run off into.”

Sonic snorts, “Yeah, you got me there. If your Sonic is anything like me then he’d hate the peace and quiet..”

Shadow’s eyes shift from the ceiling to Sonic, then, tilting his head at him with a knowing little smirk, “Kinda like how you were hating all your friends being gone before I got here??”

Sonic blinks at that, looking at Shadow before looking away with a stubborn little huff, “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I was fine on my own.”

“Oh come on. I saw how you were just itching with relief when you realized this was all turning into another adventure. You’ve been bored.”

“Okay— bored and wishing ill on my own world are two totally different things,” Sonic clarifies with a little frown at Shadow, sighing and looking down at his already half eaten waffle sandwich, “I don’t want shitty things to happen. It’s just.. when things get quiet, my head gets-…”

“Loud?..”

Sonic looks at Shadow at that, being a little surprised by the sympathetic and understanding look in the hybrid’s eyes..

Sonic offers a tiny and somewhat sad smile, “Yeah.. I don’t like that I’m like this.. but I don’t really know what I am without all of this chaos..”

Shadow frowns at that, brows knitting slightly, “You’re you. That’s plenty, isn’t it??”

“Is it??” Sonic chuckles breathily, no real amusement in his words, “I mean— you see all my friends here?? The second I started falling apart, they—..”

Shadow’s concern only grows as he watches Sonic have some sort of inner battle.. debating with himself on whether or not he should keep sharing with Shadow or just shut himself up.

Shadow sees it in his eyes the moment he decides.

“Sorry. It’s just been a hard few months is all,” Sonic snorts with a roll of his eyes, chomping another bite of his sweet sandwich down.

If he were back home, Shadow would already be across the room holding his Sonic. Hugging him close and kissing his head and reassuring him with soft whispers in his ear that he’s more than just a hero.. he’s a person. A being. He can’t be perfect all the time, and he can’t take people moving forward with their own lives as him not being good enough to keep them around..

But this isn’t his Sonic. It’s not his place.

Shadow sighs frustratedly at this. Why is there no one in this world who cares enough to make sure Sonic is okay???

After a moment’s hesitation, Shadow pushes himself off the table and moves across the kitchen closer to Sonic just as the hedgehog is finishing up his midnight snack, reaching without giving it near enough thought and clutching Sonic’s chin in his hand to force the hedgehog to look at him.

He’s not rough, but he’s insistent with how he holds the hero, watching as Sonic’s eyes go wide and his breath hitches for a second in surprise.

He’s got waffle crumbs on the fur around his mouth..

“You’re allowed to fall apart now and then, Hedgehog. You don’t have to be strong for everyone and expect them to read your mind when you feel weak.. Inner battles are far more challenging than ones we can see. It takes longer and deeper analysis to identify the weak spot. To defeat that voice that holds you at impossible standards and tells you you’re not worthy of people’s love and hold no value unless you’re perfect.. it’s important to remember that if you’re not expected to fight your battles alone when they’re physical, then why should you fight them alone when they’re mental??…You must ask for help now and then.”

Shadow’s voice is firm and stern, but caring. Like he’s saying all of this fully wanting Sonic to understand the weight of his words, but also wanting him to understand he’s not being scolded.. he’s being cared for.

He slowly lets go of Sonic’s chin, the hedgehog still looking up at him with parted lips and wide eyes as if he’s trying to process what’s happening.

Shadow’s thumb gently wipes the crumbs off the blue hedgehog’s muzzle around his mouth, a small smile forming at how endearingly messy this hedgehog is.. inside and out..

His eyes lift back to Sonic’s, brows knit up, “Do you understand..?”

Sonic blinks at this, swallowing hard with his cheeks lightly dusted pink, “Yeah- uh… I think I do..?”

Shadow hums at that, head tilting slightly, “Good.”

Shadow retracts his hand from Sonic’s face and takes a step back to give him some space.

“I’ll sleep in the fox’s room, if that’s alright?”

Sonic clears his throat, “Oh, uh- yeah sure, man. Whatever. Make yourself at home.”

Shadow can’t help but smirk at how painfully casual Sonic is trying to be.

“Alright, then.. goodnight, Sonic..,” Shadow moves to exit the living room, only just making it around the corner when he hears Sonic call his name.

“Shads??”

Shadow immediately backs up and looks to him, “Yes??”

Sonic looks conflicted a moment, a light blush decorating his cheeks as he looks around the room rubbing the back of his neck and tapping his foot.

Shadow stays quiet, patiently waiting with a content look on his face. No rush.

“I—“

Rouge suddenly comes flying down the stairs, dressed in only one of Sonic’s few t-shirts and some leggings, clean of all her makeup.

She practically tackles Shadow against the wall of the kitchen, Shadow grunting as his back harshly slams into the cold wall. Sonic immediately shifts into a fighting stance, glaring at Rouge with wide eyes, “What the hell, Rouge?!—“

“Shut it, Blue!” the bat hushes with a hissed whisper and warning glare at Sonic. Sonic goes quiet but his guard remains up. Shadow is glaring at her too, her hand firmly pressed over his mouth.

Shutting off the lights of the kitchen, she finally supplies an explanation, whispering into the dark as her eyes dart to the nearest window, “Someone’s outside..”

[viciousbite]

The ship was like a delicious treat to Darkfang's curious self. This was the ship, a ship he never before wanted to see unless he craved danger that left his spark stuttering to survive. He needed to keep his servos to himself, to not dive into any other rooms that may be off limits. If there was any of those. His tail wagged in bubbling excitement. He enjoyed the blood shed before, but this, this was a complete different excitement. Safer. "I can only imagine how busy with noise this ship was before." He commented.

When Tarn left him by himself, to fetch all the items for him. Which, wow, still, room service? That was the life. Life, that he shouldn't get overly eager towards. Perhaps it was basic generous hospitality, but Darkfang didn't know that. He slithered into his guest suite. Pedes clicked over every inch, servos dragged along surfaces. The berch, he patted it with his servos before he hopped upon it. Wow, stable, and big enough to stretch. Which he did before he rolled off and continued to explore.

He explored every corner of the main room, before he spotted the washracks. He gave them a look over, tested the solvent quickly with a servo. Warm, ah, perfect. He'd be there for ages, knowing him. By the time Tarn returned, the knocks alerted the Snake back to reality. He quickly hopped out the wash racks and jogged his way to the door, sliding it open for Tarn.

Optics gleamed with delight at the jar and cubes. "Wow, you weren't kidding." He offered his own servos forward along with the tip of his tail. His face questioning for a moment before he made an attempt to take them all into his smaller servos and coiled his tail around one of them. "Is this, hmm, the moment, I should say thanks?" He raised an optic ridge as if questioning his own words. That's how manners went, right? "Kind of not used to this whole, generosity thing." He admitted.

"Bounty-hunting must have truly become difficult work." Tarn commented in regards to his guest's hunger, assuming it was a result of a lack of job postings. The touch from chassis to hips incited no more than a discreet arch of brow hidden behind a locked mask. Perhaps the mech was simply vain. Seekers were known to preen, and Darkfang wore a unique frame, one Tarn did not know the habits of.

"Very well. I shall bring your pick while you settle in." The tankformer gave a small nod, and waited as his guest decided on a chamber. He was glad to see the room was to Darkfang's liking. There was nothing special about the suites upon the Tyranny as far as he could tell, but his upbringing had skewed his perspective on the finer luxuries in life.

"You reside upon the ship of the Decepticon Justice Division. I know to keep my curiosity to myself in terms of odd sounds." Tarn replied in a light quip. "I will return shortly." With that, he left Darkfang to explore the room, and made his way to his own quarters to pick up the energon cubes and polish he'd promised. A while later, he walked back to the chamber Darkfang had chosen, and knocked politely with his knuckle, his other arm carrying a jar and a small stack of cubes.

[dykedvonte]

I think it says something that Jimmy absolutely destroyed the crew and ship in half the time Curly was captain. Like he couldn’t even get them past 2 full months before breaking down.

Like he really couldn’t be half the man he thought Curly was.