#i’m gonna throw myself into outer space

[sentientforest-orb]

the OIAR is Web aligned, not Beholding, it’s just jon in the wires watching everything and trying to figure everything out through the cases (and also possibly how to gtfo of the internet)

do you think jon and martin know each other are there in the computers with them? i see so many theories that jmj are all chilling together and aware of each others existence, but what if jonah’s in there just hangin trying to be evil from within a screen, jon thinks he is being eternally punished for his attempt at ending his universe but maybe he hopes martin got away in time and is safe Somewhere Else, while martin is trapped and Alone again thinking he just killed his boyfriend and is spiralling thinking his sacrifice was for nothing and he deserves to be alone like this forever :)

[charlie-rulerofhell]

An interview with Måneskin: “It's not about out bodies, it's about our music”

Heyo, I'm back with another translation. This time the article is from the German Rolling Stone website who met with Måneskin after their TikTok performance at the Schwuz, Berlin, and posted the interview yesterday. Again there were some interesting questions asked (and the pictures they added to the article are quite nice, though severely lacking some Ethan content, but check it out!).

Again, I hope that no one has already gone through the effort and translated it or is currently working on a translation. Also this is an official invitation, if you stumble across any articles or video interviews in German that you would like to have translated just message me and I'll get to it! (or if you just wanna chat about Måneskin, my inbox is always open :))

Have a great day everyone!

Full article under the cut.

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An interview with Måneskin: “It's not about out bodies, it's about our music”

Jose-Luis Amsler

July 6, 2021

Måneskin are just what this generation has been missing. Passionate, corny, and full-on honest. In an interview with Rolling Stones, the ESC winners explain to us why they would never work in a normal job and why the hype for their appearance is sometimes going too far.

Damiano, Victoria, Thomas and Ethan are entering the nearly deserted dance hall, before they wait on stage in a red-blue spotlight. They are wearing glittering fish net tops, black tape across their nipples, leather pants, heels and make up. The camera men who are filming in portrait format (9:16) suitable for TikTok are whirling up the haze of the fog machine.

Måneskin are [in] Berlin to give a TikTok concert. A TikTok livestream of this scale has not been done often – tension is in the air. The four Italians don't know at this point that due to the stream the few people present are not allowed to clap or cheer. In complete silence and with slight uncertainty the four are crossing Neukölln's club Schwuz. A few puzzled glances are exchanged. Finally,  Måneskin are striking the first chord.

Then the rich sound of Ethan's bass drum is tearing through the silence. It's almost as if someone has flicked a switch somewhere. There it is, the rock star presence that is hovering over everything they do, with an ounce of arrogance (in the best sense of the word). Singer Damiano is dancing lasciviously on his heels, and during an especially ecstatic solo guitarist Thomas is throwing himself down on the floor in a way it can only be done by a passionate 20-year-old musician who had never had to worry about the looming doom of an artificial knee joint [for 'passionate' the interview is using the term 'besessen' which means 'possessed', and although I think it's rather supposed to describe the way Thomas is 'possessed / obsessed' with the music, thus passionate for the music, you never know if they didn't mean to say that the way he dances looks 'possessed' … I mean, they might be on to something here ;)]. Around half an hour and about 120 decibel later, Damiano says their goodbyes with an almost shy-sounding “Okay, bye.” After the performance, we do our interview in the Schwuz.

Rolling Stone: It was a little bit weird, right, when you went on stage today?

Damiano: Yeah, that was really strange (laughs). They only told us after the performance that the audience was instructed to stay silent for the stream.

Vic: But at least they weren't silent because we were shit (all laughing). We are slowly getting used to playing without a live audience. I mean we are doing this now for more than a year.

RS: What do you think about these new kinds of concerts such as the TikTok livestream today?

Damiano: Well, at the moment it is the only option to perform anyway, so it's alright. But of course you cannot compare this to a proper concert.

Thomas: But it's pretty cool that so many people can experience our concert live.

Vic: Also we're gonna start touring again soon. Right now we are arranging some festival and gigs. In December we will be touring Italy and afterwards we are planning to go on tour through Europe. But we don't have anything fixed yet, there is just a lot going on at the moment.

“A lot going on”. Quite an understatement considering the recent journey Måneskin has made through the past weeks after their ESC win. Their singles “Beggin'” and “I Wanna Be Your Slave” went through the roof (also thanks to Social Media) and are currently dominating the international charts – lately they were also number one in Germany. There is barely a radio station that isn't playing the band on heavy rotation [would love to know what stations they listen to, have never heard Måneskin played in German radio tbh :( ], and everyone opening Instagram or TikTok these days is flooded by Måneskin content. Every second a new fanpage with the name of 'maneskin_obsession' or 'damianos_slut' is springing up like a (virtual) mushroom. It sounds like a cliche, but Damiano, Vic, Thomas and Ethan became international stars over night.

“Of course it's nice to get compliments. But sometimes they definitely cross a line.” – Damiano David

RS: How has your life as a band changed since your win at the ESC in Rotterdam?

Vic: I think we don't even notice a lot of what's happening. Right after the ESC we went to a studio in the countryside where we made music the whole day long. So at first we didn't realise that so many things were happening all around us – and that we had so many new fans. We're just now beginning to learn what's going on. We were at Sony yesterday, there were so many fans waiting for us. That was crazy.

RS: A large part of the attention you are getting now is about your outer appearance, your style, your attractiveness. Is that getting a little too much sometimes?

Damiano: Of course it's nice to get compliments (laughs). But sometimes they definitely cross a line. Especially when we just talk about our music or about a social or political topic that we care about. In those moments it's just completely inappropriate to reduce us to our appearance. Sure – when I'm posting a half-naked picture of myself on Instagram I know that I will get these kind of comments. And then it's totally fine, I mean in the end I'm posting the picture to show myself. But sometimes it's not the right place for it.

RS: And also you should be allowed to wear what you want without being sexualised, right?

Vic: Yes, absolutely. We are wearing these outfits because we feel good in them, not to put the focus on our bodies. And in general it shouldn't always only be about how you dress. We are musicians – so first and foremost it should be about our music. But I think it will still be a long way until we will reach that point.

“That the boys are wearing make up does not tell you what gender they are attracted to. Those things should never be equated with each other.” – Victoria De Angelis

RS: But still you are sending a message with your style against stereotypical gender roles. I guess it's also not only coincidence that we are in the Schwuz today, which is normally a party location and safe space for the LGBTQ community.

Vic: Yes, that is all part of the positive message that we try to send. We want to give our audience the feeling that they are free. Free to wear whatever they want to wear, be how they want to be and love whom they want to love. It's unbelievable that there is still so much intolerance in our times. That has always been really important to us so we try to talk about these topics. We also believe that the narrow-mindedness of society is an educational problem. When you grow up with people all around you telling you how you should be, you will never feel completely free. The more people are talking about it, the sooner things will change.

RS: Some artists who are advocating for these topics are accused of 'queerbaiting', that they are only pretending to be a certain way to gain more support from the queer community. Have you also been faced with those allegations?

Vic: Yes, a few times. But of course we never pretended to be anything. Some people accuse of us queerbaiting because we look and act the way we do. But that's flawed thinking. We don't believe that clothes are connected to a person's sexuality. That the boys are wearing make up does not tell you what gender they are attracted to. Those two things should never be equated with each other.

RS: This courage for free self expression that you are conveying is mainly lived by our (young) generation through Instagram and the like. What is your relationship to social media?

Damiano: For me it was almost scary at first. The more we grew, the more people were trying to twist all of my words. But over time you start to understand that with more fame you also get more criticism. The happier you look the more hate you will get. It's not only like that for celebrities. If you are brave enough to show the things that make you happy there will always be people that support you, but they are also those that envy you. Of course, this should never lead anyone to not express themselves openly but that's easier said than done.

Vic: We are also trying not to spend too much time on social media. In the end we just try to be honest with our fans and to avoid negativity.

[caption under the picture of Damiano: 'Is already being compared to icons such as David Bowie']

It's actually surprising how little power a win at the ESC holds in most cases. Almost 200 million people are watching this shining spectacle every year – and still, a few months afterwards it is hard to remember who those people were that got covered in confetti during the award ceremony. It's the well-known curse of a casting show that rests on the winning bands. When just next year a new sensation will come to marvel at, how much impact does a win have then? There are exceptions of course, like Lena who is until this day, 10 years after her win in Oslo, a part of the more famous music scene of German pop music. With their charisma, their unusual sound at least for our modern standards, and their contemporary message Måneskin could become such an exception, too.

It's likely also helpful that the band already had a standing in the Italian music scene prior to their ESC participation. Their first album 'Il ballo della vita' already achieved platinum in 2018, three years prior to Sanremo and the ESC. And then there is also the long way that led the four schoolmates to this point that helped them gain the necessary persistence. Because contrary to what some people might want to believe Måneskin are not a phenomenon that has just been deliberately bred to be this way by the entertainment industry for Eurovision.

“I have worked [in a 'normal' job] for a whole month in my entire life – it didn't really end well.” – Damiano David

RS: You were all raised in Rome, the capital of the catholic church. What was it like to start as a young progressive band in such a conservative environment?

Damiano: In the beginning, when we started as buskers, no one gave a damn about us anyways (all laughing). But of course … Once we got a bit bigger there were a few people who had a problem with us. For example when we went to Sanremo, there were quite many people who thought that the way we looked and acted we shouldn't be allowed to represent Italy. They didn't even want to listen to our music first.

Vic: Especially when it comes to appearance and sexuality, Italy is a little more backward than other countries. The church probably also has an influence there. They are often quite conservative of course, so many people grew up with such a [conservative] mindset.

RS: You once said that the song 'In Nome Del Padre' is an answer to exactly those people. What does the song mean to you?

Damiano: Back in the beginning [of our career] we had to deal with a lot of problems. They didn't want to let us play in clubs because we would take too much space as a band or because they didn't like our (fashion) style or because they didn't want to pay us. Italy isn't a good place for bands. Our musical style was also criticised a lot. Many people were telling us: Don't do that [rock music], you won't get popular with that in Italy, you will never achieve anything with it. Of course those comments were hurtful but they were also a good reason for us to continue with what we did. And we turned our sadness into anger. With that song we wanted to tell those people from back then: Fuck off and look at us, we did it!

RS: Did you ever consider working in a nine-to-five job and live a 'normal' life?

Damiano: Nah, not really. For one month in my life I worked [in a 'normal' job] – it didn't end well (all laughing).

Vic: We all made music since we were kids. It's a huge part of us, that we couldn't just ignore. And the most important thing is that you do something that makes you happy. At least that's what we believe. So we started from a young age to put all our time and energy into music.

Thomas: Yeah, exactly. Ever since we were in school together we always made music. That has always been our main focus and it is until today. We play and play and play because it is the only thing that …  

Ethan: … we live for.

Damiano: Music has also something very therapeutic for us. Even when we are in a bad mood or fight with each other – yeah, that happens, too – then all of that is gone the moment we enter the stage. Maybe that's the beautiful thing about music – that it allows you to forget everything else. You're just standing on stage, having fun with your friends.

From most bands you wouldn't buy such a corny love letter to music. Mostly it just sounds like an empty phrase, a well-practiced quotable line. But when there is something that defines Måneskin and that becomes more and more evident during our conversation it's their uncompromising honesty. The four of them are definitely not lacking a sense of humour but they take their music very seriously. Which should not be taken for granted in a generation that has mainly produced sarcastic cloud rappers and has made cynical twitter comedy a national sport. And maybe Måneskin are exactly what this generation was lacking all along.

Still, the four musicians, all in the age of 20 to 22, are also prone to the constant need for self-expression, that has become an intrinsic part of today's life. This does not only reflect in the outfits of the band (always 'on fleek') and their Instagram profiles, but also in their lyrics. Their latest record 'Teatra D'Ira – Vol. 1' shows a clear theme: The album is an ode to individuality, accentuated by fast and hard sounds.

Sometimes this message fitting for a Disney movie [really? guess I have been watching the wrong Disney movies my whole life …] is wrapped in a contrasting loud and forceful packaging, but never so much that it becomes inauthentic or self-caricaturing [note: I'm honestly not entirely sure what they wanted to say with this sentence since it uses a lot of rhetorical devices that could be interpreted in different ways, but I'd say this sounds the most plausible]. And in the end, the thing that makes Måneskin so interesting is their unification of the spirit of this time – between TikTok hedonism and an omnipresent political statement – with the music of past generations.

“When you are twenty, you start to think about what the future will hold.” – Damiano David

RS: Your musical style is often described as classical 70s rock, but in fact there are many different influences in your music. Sometimes you groove almost into funk, sometimes it's more rapping than singing. How did this mixture come to be?

Thomas: It's just that we all have our own individual influences and then we meet somewhere in the middle. And we always try to stay open for experiments.

Ethan: Yes, we are very experimental in our song writing process.

Vic: We also don't want to limit ourselves to what is regarded as typical rock music. If rap fits better at some point then we just add that in. It just happens naturally without us thinking too much about it.

RS: So why was it still rock music in the end?

Vic: Because it's the style that we feel most represented by. But actually we just play the music that we enjoy playing. That's really important to us so that we can show something real on stage. We don't want to pretend to be something that we aren't or mock those people that really enjoy our music. You should always be proud of what you're doing and never fake anything just to sell more records.

RS: Is there something like an Italian rock music scene?

Vic: There are quite a lot of bands – but the most of them are much older than us or they are more going in the direction Indie rock. There isn't really a young rock scene, which we think is a pity. But ever since we got more famous people are telling us that they started listening to rock music because of us or that they bought their first guitar and such. That's incredibly nice!

RS: So you're saying that you also want to show this style of music to a younger generation. And you capture this contrast quite well in the song 'Vent'anni', which is a typical rock ballad but lyrically portrays the thoughts of today's youth. Where did the motivation come from to write that song?

Damiano: With the song I wanted to show that I'm just a normal guy, a really typical 20-year-old. I experience the same things that other people in my age are experiencing, I'm just doing another job than them. Also I wanted to describe this age as a whole because I think it's a really special age. At 20 you start to think about what the future will hold. I think it's one of the most important stages of your life. Since we (the four of us) are all in the same age, I then started to mix our experiences together. In the end the song shows what it means to us to be 20. There is a lot of good things – you are quite carefree and are looking at life enthusiastically. But on the other hand you're too young to do certain things and too old to do others. Some people are treating you like a full-grown adult, but …

Vic: … not entirely.

Damiano: Exactly. It can get pretty frustrating at times. We wanted to show our audience: Hey, we're also just 20 years old, and we're going through the same things as you. We understand you.

RS: Except that you are the ones who are becoming a world-wide phenomenon right now. How do you want to maintain this honesty?

Damiano: I think that we could just reach this point because we have always been authentic – for better or for worse. Also we are just trying to have fun with what we're doing together. That's something special that we don't want to lose. In the end we're just four friends who started to live their dream. It's actually pretty simple. Of course – we go on stage, we get a lot of attention, we give interviews – but when we come back home we're just four friends.

[babygirlwolverine]

When is the starrynightdeancas birthday bash? Because I’ll be there! 🪅

NONNIE!!!! I’m about to throw myself into outer space right now askdfjdslfhjdlsghsdhgjskdgh!!!! There’s two people who want to attend the birthday bash i AM SOBBING!!!! Literally what even?!?! @sierraxnevada look what you started!!

no, but, for real, I literally can barely form words right now I am going feral and tearing apart my pillows! okay, okay, deep breaths im gonna calm down now even though I’m shaking hahahah. my birthday is april 7th ✨🥺

[stars-trash-18]

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This is a hot garbage pile that I love and will edit later when I get fresher eyes. For now this is my new Paz series. I tried to keep reader G/N so if  you see any gendered terms please let me know so I can correct them. As for Attila you can choose whether you adopted him, had a surrogate, or birthed him yourself (I myself headcanon him as adopted, but it’s up to you). Also as a reminder that the spacing is the way it is, is because I have trouble reading large paragraphs close together.

Side note: my southern vocab really came for my throat 

The day you saw the ship full of runaway Mandalorians land on the outskirts of your property, was the day you knew nothing would be the same. You had moved to the planet that was in the middle of nowhere to protect your son from his father. At the time of your marriage you had no idea what his father did, it wasn’t until the divorce that you found that he was one of the biggest crime bosses in the inner rim. So when you did finally divorce him you took what was yours and your son’s and ran to the largest planet you would find in the outer rim.

 The planet was one of the more ideal, it had large open plains much like Lothal. The only real issue with said planet was the spring storms and the distance to the nearest city. But you made do with what you could grow or build yourself or find in the nearest village. It was heaven for you and Attila enjoyed every moment.

Your son loved running through the fields of long grasses, riding his Tusk Cat to check on the herd or taking the Greysor hunting, or simply tending the chickens while you gardened. He was at peace being on the farm, and though he enjoyed running around on market days with his friends or going to school, he loved spending time with you. You were going to enjoy every moment of his clinginess because he was already 10, in a few years he might not need you.

So when he came sprinting into the smokehouse as you were prepping meat yelling about a ship being close, you were on high alert. You shut the door and whistled for your Varactyl as you quickly instructed him to lock himself in the house with his Tusk Cat and to keep the radio close. If you weren’t back by nightfall to call the village for help and remain inside. 

You checked that the small blaster you kept on your hip was ready and tied one of the rifles onto the saddle before setting off for where the ship landed. You knew the pride of Tusk Cats would protect the herd just fine, you weren’t scared of rustlers, what you were scared of was that Attila’s father had found you. Your Varactyl, Shira, might have sensed your fear because she gave a slight growl before running faster in the direction of the ship. You knew there was an old bunker there, it was run down and you had no use for it, but if it was bounty hunters they could use that to dig in.

But what you found instead of Bounty Hunters was a group of Mandalorians who seemed weary. Your first thought was they were bounty hunters, but on further inspection and the sight of children and elderly was when you made up your mind that they were just a clan looking for shelter. You clicked your tongue and moved Shira to move closer but a loud thud behind you drew your attention, causing your dark blue mount to whirl around and display her feathers in a defensive stance. In front of you was the largest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, his armor a dark shade of blue only making him seem bigger than he already was. He was holding a large blaster at you and with a quick glance you saw a smaller,silver Mandalorian aiming for Shira and you could see his wrist gauntlet spark up ready to drown you in a blast of fire.

“What do you think you’re doing here,” The smaller Mandalorian growled out, shifting closer to you keeping his aim on your mount. You huffed and slowly moved to dismount, stopping only when they jumped further until the bigger one nodded for you to get down.

When you finally touched the ground you placed one hand on your hip and the other on Shira’s head to calm her down.

“Strange, I was gonna ask you fellas the same thing seeing as you’re on my property without my permission,” you huffed, stroked the feathers delicately as you threw a look at them in annoyance.

“Have any proof of that? Because we were told this place had no owner,” the big blue huffed out walking closer to you, pausing a step when Shira growled lowly. You sighed and took out the deed and map from the saddle bag, making sure they could see everything you were doing to avoid getting shot. Giving big blue the paperwork to look over.

“The bunker here is abandoned, but it’s on the outskirts of my land so people often mistake it for free land, but I can assure you that this is mine and unless you’re paying rent or wanting to buy I'm going to ask you to get off my land,” you gritted out, taking the papers back from big blue. The two Mando's looked like they were going to argue before a woman in gold armor stepped from around you and interrupted.

“We apologize for the misunderstanding, if you’ll allow us time to rest and resupply we can be out within the week,” her tone not giving you any reason to doubt that it was truth. You leaned against your mount and raked a hand through your hair in thought.

“It looks to me you’re running from something, for the safety of me and mine I* need to know before I allow anything,” you supplied. You weren’t heartless, you’ve helped many a runaway, but they were only a few teenagers and escaped slaves you knew would do no harm. You weren’t a fool either, you knew they were Mandalorians, some of the greatest warriors known in the galaxy. Their history was sad seeing how scattered they became, but even one mandalorian could cause you and Attila problems.

The Gold mando seemed to contemplate before sighing tiredly and slumping her shoulders forward.

“We’re running from the remnants of the empire, them and the bounty hunter’s guild on Nevarro ran us off after we protected on of our own and we’ve been running since trying to find a new home,” She explained, her head remained held high as her covered eyes seemed to bore into you. You could feel the heat of her gaze as you straightened up, and with a heavy sigh you thought for a moment before conceding.

“Alright, if you’re willing to we can work out something for the land, I'm not going to throw a bunch of injured and children out and I can tell you don’t have any reason to hurt others without a reason,” You started watching the warriors behind her perk up, the blue one seeming to puff his chest out.

“I’m not picky on payment, it can be in credits or labor, you might see my herds wander close by but they shouldn’t be but a two miles from the bunker and I'll make sure the Tusk Cats know your friendly, The bunker is need of repairs and maybe some digging out but it should be big enough for ya’ll, the ground is good for farming and I'll donate a few of my crops to get you started, and there is a lake nearby that connects to the river that we’ll have to share, but otherwise this land’ll be yours and no one should bother until hunting season,” you continued, going over logistics and making sure they knew your boundaries. It sounded stupid at first, but a quick glance at how tired the children and other members were made your heart bleed. There were many people who helped you get away, it was only fair you paid it forwards, and besides maybe having a group of Mandalorians as neighbors and in your debt could add an extra layer of security for Attila.

The gold woman seemed satisfied with your offer and held her arm out, you shook it as she replied with some emotion in her voice, “We thank you very much, we’ll repay you in full when we’re able, you have given us more than we were expecting, for now we’ll get ourselves set up and one day you should come by so we can outline the property and you can give us an estimate”. With that you remounted Shira and gave a tilt of your head to the legendary warriors and took off back home.

You picked up your radio once you were out of earshot and opened the line, “Attila all is good here, i’m on my way home make sure Tusker doesn't maul me.”

The line crackled before it clicked, “sorry momma eagle, don’t know who Attila is, over” he giggled, you smiled at his antics and rolled your eyes as you clicked the button.

“Momma eagle returning to nest, baby raven  is clear to fly again over,” and with that you switched the line closed.

----ominous music----

As soon as you had opened the radio line the three mandalorians had tuned in without your knowledge, they smiled as they listened to you and who they could only assume as your son talk back and forth.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on them, but I have a feeling they aren’t a threat, just in case I want all of their communications monitored and movements tracked as soon as we’re done getting set up,’ The Alor ordered, causing the two much larger warriors to bow their heads in submission and acknowledgment of her orders.

[teamfreewill56-blog]

Old Friend

Because the idea of Shinjuro having an old bestie who is not gonna put up with his BS just tickles me a lot

Modern A/U where Shinjuro and Y/N were police officers

The Rengoku manor was uncomfortably quiet, especially considering two young boys lived there. Y/N stood in the doorway of the outer-walling, and she had to say she felt pretty ashamed that she hadn’t been in the house since Ruka’s funeral. But work hadn’t stopped just because Shinjuro had decided he was bowing out, and she’d let herself get too busy. She stepped into the yard, looking around for signs of Shinjuro or the boys, holding a box of pastries and a casserole dish of sweet potato casserole in an insulated bag. It hardly would make up for her absence, she and Shinjuro had been partners on the force, and gone through all four years of academy together. She’d helped him plan his proposal to Ruka for crying out loud, yeah, sweet potato casserole and pastries did not cut it at all.

“There you go Senjuro! You got it! Great job!” She heard the energetic range of Kyojuro, Shinjuro’s oldest. “Kyojuro? Senjuro?”

“HM?! I wonder who that is!” One of the doors slid open and Y/N saw eight year old Kyojuro kneeling in the door dressed in a yukata. His hair was much longer with his bangs now in full flamboyant feather wisps like his father’s, fully red tipped and the longer bangs now hanging in layered sections by his ears. He saw Y/N and his bright eyes shone, “Auntie Y/N!”

“No way! Kyojuro, is that you?!”

Kyojuro laughed and jumped off the porch, running over to her, she set down her stuff and hugged him, yanking him into the air, “Look at you! You’re so big!! And your hair has all the red in it! You look just like your papa!” He hugged her back tightly, laughing as she ruffled his hair and blew a raspberry on his cheek making him squirm. Senjuro timidly peeked out from behind the door. Kyojuro bent backwards in her arms looking at Senjuro, “Senjuro it’s Auntie Y/N! Father’s old police partner!”

She carefully set him down and he ran over to Senjuro who slowly came out onto the porch and held up his hand but was clearly trying to make himself smaller to hide. Kyojuro frowned, “Senjuro it’s okay, she’s safe.”

“It’s okay Kyojuro, it has been a long time.” She walked over, making sure to give Senjuro enough space and set the bags on the porch, “I brought you guys some sweet potato casserole and some pastries. Have at them, but save a couple for your papa.”

“Mhh we’re not supposed to eat sweets before meals.” Kyojuro said dutifully.

She opened the box and laid the flaps down, “Well since they’re from me I say its fine and if Shinjuro wants to fight me on it he can. I’ll get in trouble, not you, I promise.” She picked up one of the treats she noticed Senjuro was eyeing and held it out to him. He took it from her but didn’t say anything. “Where is your papa Kyojuro?” She asked looking to the older boy who carefully picked up a chocolate canalle.

“He’s in bed.” Kyojuro said without looking her in the eye.

She felt her throat get dry, “But it’s two-thirty.” Her voice became more serious but still held a little bit of a light tone.

“Mhm.” Kyojuro replied, meeting her eyes now and taking a bite of the canalle.

“Is anyone else here?”

“Nope, just us and Father.”

“Have you two had your breakfast and lunch?” Y/N asked, not able to hide her concern now.

“Oh yeah! I made them.” Kyojuro beamed, completely missing the vein now popping out of Y/N’s forehead. She smiled and pet his head, “Good! You are such a good boy, great job taking care of your little brother.”

“Thank you Auntie!”

I’m going to go say hi to Shinjuro, okay? Why don’t you two figure out what you want for dinner and I’ll cook it. Leave the casserole bag, I’ll get that when I come back, it’s heavy.”

“Um...I don’t think you should, Father hasn’t been feeling well--”

“Oh don’t you worry about Shinjuro, I know how to deal with him. I’ll be back in a little bit.” She stood up from her crouch and went across the porch, her features livid. “Ruka by the grace of the gods give me the restraint to not send our favorite man to the afterlife because I am not gonna be able to do it alone!” She whispered between clenched teeth. She went into the main body of the house so she was in the inner hallways until she reached Shinjuro’s room. Walking over to the bed, him lying on his side, head down on his arms asleep she crouched down, grabbed his bed and yanked it out from under him, throwing him onto his face.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-” Shinjuro flailed, sitting up and glaring hell at Y/N and then froze.

“Think I’m doing?” She hissed.

“Gods above what are you doing here Y/N?” He instantly deflated, the anger gone out of his eyes and complete dejection replaced it, he ran his hand down his face.

“I’m about to break the face you haven’t shaved in three years Shinjuro, is what I’m doing here. Why is your seven year old making the meals Shinjuro!?”

His eyes were so glazed over she wondered if he could even see her. “You haven’t been here in years, you’ve got no right to criticize me.” He rolled back over onto his side.

“You’re right. I don’t, and I should have stayed in contact after she passed.” She stepped over him, turning and facing him she kneeled down, “But Shinjuro Rengoku you have another thing coming if you think I’m walking out of here now old friend. I will drag you screaming like a baby if I have to, I did it at the academy, I’ll do it now.” She smiled, “You can throw a little tantrum all you want but you are getting up right now and getting cleaned up and if I have to drag you to the tub and scrub you and shave you myself I will do it and you know I will. If I have to break every bone in your body to do it I will. You are NOT going to disrespect Ruka’s memory by lying on your ass feeling sorry for yourself now that she’s gone.” She grabbed the sake, “Oh and this? GONE!” She chucked it outside and it broke loudly.

“Go. Away Y/N.”

She sighed, “Fine. Stripping you down and scrubbing you it is. God Ruka you owe me big time for this.” She grabbed his robe and yanked him off the ground.

“LET GO OF ME YOU CRAZY WOMAN!”

[yourmcu]

Wish You Were Here (i)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers x Stark!reader

Summary:

an Infinity War/Endgame AU where Tony Stark’s daughter (you) is one of half the population that vanishes in the snap, Tony finds out later on when he arrives back to Earth, devastated, then you come back like the others to help fight Thanos.

Word count: 2,030

A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)

Warnings: angst, death, swearing, a lil soft!Nat in the beginning bc I love her, mentions of anxiety/anxiety

read on ao3!

Part 2

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

You wanted to help in whatever was happening, you weren’t quite sure still, but it had something to do with the infinity stones and how you guys needed to find them before some guy named Thanos does.

It took a lot of convincing for Steve, Natasha and Rhodey (they were the ones more protective over you) to let you come, especially with Tony not around to scold you since he was in space.

“I’m coming with you guys whether you like it or not - no, I know what you’re gonna say, I can handle myself. I’m sixteen! Did you know Peter’s in space right now with Dad? Outer freaking space. You’re not the only one who has a suit, Rhodey-”

The argument ended with, “if something happens and I-” you dragged your thumb across your neck, “then it’s on me. None of you are to blame. Can we go now?”

So they didn’t have any other choice. You went to Wakanda with them to get the mind stone out of Vision and intend to destroy it afterwards.

Things got a *bit* out of hand though, there was an army of creatures - they’re from space, you assumed, working for Thanos - trying to get the stone. You fought alongside Sam and Rhodey, sometimes even fighting with Bruce who was using the Hulkbuster. You also helped the Wakanda tribes when they got overpowered by the creatures.

Even Thor came back to fight and he brought a raccoon and a tree with him.

The battle was going really messy, until - “Everyone on my position. We got incoming.”

You fly to where Cap and the team are, and there he is coming out of what appears to be a cloudy, blue grayish portal, Thanos himself.

“Cap, that’s him.” Bruce says as he hides you behind the Hulkbuster to shield you. He slowly walks over to the purple titan before saying, “stay down, [Y/N], alright?”

Did all of them suddenly forget that you, if not more, are stubborn like your father?

Because when all of them attack, you fly behind Thanos when he's distracted and wrap both your metal covered arms around his neck in stupid attempts to strangle him. He effortlessly uses his gauntlet to throw you back to the ground, knocking you out.

He eventually got all the stones, snapped his fingers when Thor failed to kill him, and left.

“What did you do?!”

“Where did he go? Thor, where did he go?”

“What’s happening?” You get off the ground as Bucky turns to dust. You look around and saw the air filled with the same dust, just from different people.

What the hell did that snap do?

People are vanishing, disappearing, are they dying? Why are they dying? You’re pretty sure you're panicking. Your lips start to quiver and you feel your chest tighten, making it hard for you to breathe.

Natasha notices right away. She's the one who could help you with your anxiety attacks besides Tony. She comes to you and places her hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, you’re fine, just breathe with me,”

You watch Wanda, one of  your best friends, turn to dust too which did not help in the slightest. What’s worse is when Natasha holds your hands to calm you down,

They start turning into dust particles.

“No no no no no no,” you grow weak, holding onto her. “Nat, I’m scared - I don’t - I don’t know what to-”

“Y/N, just breathe like we practiced, okay?”

You try copying her breathing but it’s no use. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still fading away. You look at her, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” She has no choice but to hug you tightly until you get dusted completely.

The Avengers just lost a kid. Not just any kid, for them you were special. You always supported the team no matter what. They couldn’t even imagine what Tony’s reaction would be.

When Natasha told Pepper of course she didn’t take it well.

You were Tony’s own flesh and blood (and some one night stand chic that we won’t mention anymore starting now), but Pepper helped raised you when Tony first took you in and treated you like her own. Sometimes you even called her ‘mom’.

She was so relieved when a spaceship came by the compound to drop Tony off - he looked weak and skinny - she didn’t know how to break the awful news to him while he was in that condition.

“I lost the kid,” he meant Peter. What he doesn’t know was that he actually lost two.

“It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.”

Bruce and Natasha keep looking over one another as images of the people they lost in the snap took turns popping up as holograms. Rhodey feels tense and keeps tapping his foot - nervous of what his best friend’s gonna do once he sees-

Tony abruptly stands up from his wheelchair. “Stop. Stop there.” (“Tony, you need to sit down,”) “No.” He stumbles over to a particular hologram, the one with his daughter’s face.

Y/N Stark.

The room is awfully quiet. Despite you telling them that it isn’t going to be any of their faults if something happens to you, they still feel responsible for you.

“Was anyone going to tell me?” He speaks softly. Too soft and calm for all of them that they remain glued to where they're standing, avoiding eye contact. He clenches his fists and sends a look to  everyone in the room. “You better not be shitting me I already lost Parker and I - I can’t - I can’t lose her. I can’t.”

“Tony,” Natasha says. “We couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

It's like being stabbed with his own blade all over again. She tells him everything that happened, how you got dusted like Peter, and Tony just stares blankly at your photo, looking very pale.

Tony takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses further up his nose, holding in  tears. Good thing his glasses cover it up. He mutters ‘okay’ over and over as he takes a seat back in his wheelchair. Steve hesitates to continue the discussion but Tony encourages him to go on, even though he feels like he was literally dying inside.

His mood definitely went downhill from there - Tony's furious with himself. Furious with them, with Steve, that he takes it out on the super soldier. By the end of it he's on the floor, passed out.

“Dad, come in, it’s [Y/N]. Everything alright out there?”

“Oh y’know, typical day in the city - pair of aliens came to visit again.” Tony sounded breathless.

You paused briefly. “...what? W-well, do you need help? I can help, and Peter’s probably on his way there - he just made a lame excuse and hung up on me so, I figured he sensed something was wrong.”

“Yeah. Stay where you are and when things get worse, find Pepper and get to safety.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope. Deadass serious. Stay out of this one.”

Tony opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. He's transferred to a bed with the same wires poking his arm. He dreamt of his last conversation with you - before and while he was dragged to space.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” you cut him off while he was arguing with Strange.

“[Y/N]? How is this still connected?”

“I made the earpiece set myself - I guess it has really long range, huh?”

“You’re a nerd.” Tony cracked a small smile.

“Hi [Y/N]!” Peter shouted from a distance.

“Peter? You’re in space too? I’m so jeal-”

The line completely went out, guess the range wasn’t that long.

“Tony?” Pepper says gently. “You shouldn’t be up - it’s only been an hour since you passed out.”

He looks at her for a moment then returns his attention to the wall, eyes bloodshot. “Have I been a good father to her? ‘Cause I feel like she deserved more. Way more.”

“Of course, she loved you! Tony, [Y/N] loved you as much as you love her,” Pepper reassures, running a hand through his hair. “I know you’re upset but you really should be getting bed rest right now.”

He sniffles and gave a small nod, “okay.”

He closes his eyes again when she left the room and sigh, mumbling “goddammit kid,” before letting the tears flow down. Tony rarely cries. Barely cries. He usually keeps those stupid emotions in but this - the fact that his little girl is gone, it's too much for him. He realized never fully showed how much you meant to him and he regrets it.

Can't help but think that it should've been me Either way, I still wish you were here.

Fast forward to five years later: Tony now lived at a lakeside cabin with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan.

Moving on was better than to be sad and depressed for the rest of his life. That’s what you wanted for him anyway, to be happy.

So that’s exactly what Tony did.

He spent time with his family, made new suits which he enjoyed to do, living his life peacefully. That doesn’t mean he forgot about you. Sure the last few years were hard, he missed you every single day, but he had to face and accept it.

Tony moved your stuff from the compound and into a vacant room in the cabin. Sometimes he’d look through your crazy inventions, your journals that were filled with ideas for future gadgets and he hung up framed photos of you and him (some with Pepper) on the walls.

He told Morgan all about you. How awesome you were, how you were energetic and enthusiastic in everything you do, and how the both of you would be best friends if you two met.

“I wanna meet her,” Morgan says, looking at pictures of you.

Tony smiles sadly and looks at the photo of you and him. It was at your school’s science fair and your invention won first place (he remembered laughing at all the science teachers’ shocked faces because of your advanced gadget, way advanced than the grade you were in). Both of you looked really happy.

If a picture is all that I have, I can picture the times that we won't get back If I picture it now it don't seem so bad Either way, I still wish you were here.

“Someday, maybe.” He replies, giving her a warm smile.

Steve, Natasha and a new guy Scott visited him one day. They basically told him bringing back everyone who died in the snap was possible, hinting time travel.

Tony was torn. He didn’t want to risk losing what he had now, but bringing everyone back... that was something. Everyone in the universe that vanished, the other Avengers, the guardians he met in space, Strange, Peter, you.

That same night he thought about you, and Peter when he stumbled upon a picture of both of them. That same night, he figured out time travel.

“Hey legacy,” he chuckles a bit, remembering how you always frowned or pouted whenever he called you that. He likes that nickname on you though. “I... uh, this is just a little video. For you. Sure you won’t see this but... I like to pretend I could still talk to you. I miss you, a lot.”

“It’s been five years, hun. Morgan, your sister... you have no idea how much she talks about you. She wants to meet you someday,” he looks at the camera. “I know I can’t tell her the real reason why you’re not here with us, not yet, but anyway, ‘couple of old pals came to visit me. They want to try to get everyone back, that includes you.”

Tony sighs, looking away. “As of now I don’t know if we’re ever gonna pull off something like this. I figured it out, just a couple minutes ago actually. Time travel. It’s dangerous, very risky...”

“But we’ll see. We’ll figure something out. I hope to see you soon, [Y/N]. I love you.”

----

so I’ve cut this lil idea into two parts - I’ll probs post part 2 soon right after this one - if everyone likes it of course :)

oh, and I listened to this song by Neck Deep while writing this, which is where I got the title too, you can listen here. (I also put in some lyrics from the song to the story, just because it fits well hehe)

[skiller0dani]

Little Miss Distraction | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T 

very kinky smut  I may or may not be very horny for Timmy Chalamet bc of this requests info wanna be on a Timmy taglist? click here 

You loved Tim’s Mom, you really did. She was sweet, and probably one of the kindest people you’ve ever met. But at this moment, you weren’t thinking about how kind his Mother was. You weren’t thinking about how delicious the food at this restaurant was. You were thinking about how goddamn good those necklaces looked on Timothee. You were thinking about him pushing those long fingers into you until you’re gushing all over the mattress. You were thinking about his big, throbbing cock he was currently hiding inside his jeans. You felt the dull aching between your thighs as you did your best to focus on whatever Nicole was talking about. Timmy smiled fondly at his Mother as she gushed about a Broadway musical she went to see. Watching his lips curl up into a smile you imagined his head between your thighs, his tongue toying with your clit. You feel a gush of wetness dampen your panties, this is not the place for this. 

“Baby?” Tim asks as both him and Nicole’s eyes are on you. Shit. They must have said something to you but because you’re too busy drooling over Tim’s cock you have no clue what it was. You flushed under the attention, “sorry must have just spaced out.” You cover with a smile and while your lie was convincing enough for Nicole, Timothee eyed you. He noticed your flushed cheeks, and the way you squeezed your thighs together underneath the table. “How have things been at home without Timmy?” Nicole repeats her question with a smile on her face. You plaster a smile on your face as you subtly reach under the table to place a hand on Tim’s thigh. His jaw clenches slightly as his hand covers yours, he knows what you’re going to do next and he doesn’t feel like blowing his load while his Mother sat across from him. 

“Yeah, I practically ache for him when he’s gone.” You tell her and she covers your hand on the table with hers. Nicole probably thinks you mean your heart aches when he’s gone, and while that’s true you also experience a much different aching in Timothee’s absence. Tim sucks a small breath in through his teeth at your words, feeling tingles shooting down towards his southern region. Nicole launches into a speech about how wonderful you are for sticking by Tim, while you inch your hand up his thigh- and closer to his beautiful cock. You nod along as Nicole continues to talk, and your fingers curl around his hardening cock through his jeans. Tim’s knee bumps the table as you squeeze him, “you alright Timmy?” His Mother asks and he raises his brows in a casual manner before clearing his throat. “Mm yeah I’m good.” He says and she eyes him for a moment before turning back to you. 

You can see the pleading look in his eyes, but you’re not sure if he’s pleading you to keep going or to stop. You choose to believe he’s begging you to continue as you begin to rub him through his jeans. Tim’s hands fold together tightly on the table as he focuses his eyes straight ahead- doing his best to bite back a groan. “You know I’m sure you get lonely when Tim’s not around, must be hard to wander that house all by yourself.” Nicole comments and you grip him tighter, feeling his cock grow harder and harder against your hand. You nod, “yeah it’s really hard being there without him. I have to find various ways of occupying myself when he’s too far away.” You tell Nicole who nods along with your words, but Tim momentarily squeezes his eyes shut. You slowly unbutton his jeans and his entire body tenses, if he feels your hand on his cock he’s going to explode. “Tim honey you’re sweating. Are you feeling alright?” Nicole asks her son again. Tim nods as casually as he can, his heels digging into his chair. “Yeah yeah, just a little warm in here.” He breathes, and you have to bite back a giggle at how flushed his cheeks are. 

“You look feverish.” She fusses, and Tim waves his hand as you slowly pull the zipper down and he knows you’re moments away from dipping your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. “I’m okay Mom really.” He insists and sure enough your hand wraps around his throbbing member, slowly pulling him out of his pants. Luckily the tablecloth conceals this to the other patrons, you doubt they’d enjoy seeing his cock as much as you would right now. You begin to slowly and teasingly stroke him, rubbing your thumb over the slit on the head. Tim begins to groan but covers it with a cough, his hand gripping the edge of the table tightly. Nicole dives into a conversation about some new cutlery Tim purchased her, praising how nice they are. You squeeze him lightly at the base and you see Timothee let you a strained breath.  

The way your fingers are stroking him so gently is driving him crazy, all he can think about right now is removing those tight little jeans of yours and taking you right over this damn dinner table. When Nicole excuses herself to use the restroom, Tim is yanking your hand off of him. “You tryna make me come right at this table babygirl? Hm? You wanna see how long it takes before I make a mess?” Tim whispers hotly in your ear and you feel shivers run down your spine. You subtly rub your thighs together as Tim trails his hand up your outer thigh. “You wanna be punished when we get home baby? Is that it? You want me to punish you?” Timothee groans into your ear, casually leaning back in his chair when Nicole returns to the table. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable but you doubt Timmy will let you come anytime soon tonight, his punishments usually involve a lot of teasing. Checking her watch, Nicole bids you a goodnight and exits the restaurant, Tim already offered to pay the bill. He’s so sweet to his Mother, and for some sick reason it only makes you hotter for him. 

Timothee grips your hand tightly as he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards the car. “You were a very bad girl.” He hums lowly as you near the car. You shiver in excitement, you love it when he gets like this, all controlling and dominating. Once you’re sat in the car Tim reaches into the middle console, digging around until he finds what he’s looking for. In his hand is a small vibrator, and your cheeks flush when you see it. “You want me to punish you hm? Then slide this in your little pussy and don’t come the whole way home.” Timothee orders, and you shakily take the vibrator from him. You unbutton your jeans and take the vibrator, pushing it into your soaking pussy. Tim holds the remote in his hands and turns it on to the lowest setting. Once the vibrator is nestled all the way inside you, Timmy reaches over and buttons your jeans before reversing out of the parking spot. You immediately throw your head back against the seat, whining softly as the vibrations run through you. 

Timothee drives incredibly casually, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other holds the remote. He gives no indication of being turned on and if you didn’t see his cock throbbing through his jeans, you’d think he wasn’t affected by this at all. When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Timmy turns the vibrator up all the way and you cry out. Your back is arching into nothing as the vibrations cause your underwear to rub at your swollen clit. You moan as your fingers grip the leather of the seat, “God Timmy, I’m sorry baby I’m sorry please let me come!” You beg but he hums with a smile on his face before turning the vibrator all the way back down. You release a frustrated cry as you continue to writhe in the seat. You know you asked for this, you know you deserve all his teasing but damn you just want to come. “Mm not home yet baby, can’t come yet.” Timmy hums, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face. 

You gasp softly as he turns it up to the medium strength and you do your best to reach over for him. When your hand nears his arm he pulls away, “only good girls get what they want baby.” Timothee scolds and you groan, tears of sexual frustration prickling at your eyes. He turns into your neighborhood, and doesn’t go a single mile over the 25 mph speed limit. “You nearly made me come all over myself with your hands baby, there were people around. That’s not something a good girl does.” Timothee says, his voice low and commanding as he turns the vibrator back down. Your eyes are squeezed shut as tears roll down your cheeks, you attempt to grind your hips down against the seat but you still don’t receive the friction you crave. You’re stuck teetering on the edge, not getting enough to come but getting just enough so that the feeling never dies down. When Timothee shuts the car off in your garage, he turns the vibrator off.

You nearly burst into tears as he exits the car, and follow suit. Your arousal drips down your legs as you follow him inside. Once the door to the garage is shut and you’re both standing in the kitchen- you eye the remote in his hands. Timmy slowly places his keys on the hook, and slides his shoes off. He moves leisurely about the kitchen, knowing that you’re throbbing. “Baby please,” You moan desperately, finally drawing his attention. Timmy turns to you with an amused smile on his face, “doesn’t feel good does it babygirl? Being so close to coming, and then never being able to.” He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes dark and dominating as he burns holes through you with his heated gaze. “That’s what you did to me in the restaurant.” Tim says softly, his lips mere millimetres from your own. Tears are still building in your eyes, you need to come so bad. “Baby, I’m sorry I teased you. I’ll make you come however many times you want I promise, just please touch me.” You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as the throbbing beings to ache more and more. 

Tim hums with a smile on his face, “you’re damn right you’re gonna make me come. Now get on your knees for me babygirl.” He whispers in your ear and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, willing to do anything to get him to touch you. Your fingers shakily pop open the button of his jeans as he leans back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge. You yank his jeans and boxers down, revealing his beautiful cock as it slaps against his stomach. When it comes to pleasure, Timothee is the boss and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You take him in your mouth and he groans, his head falling back. You take him as far as you can, covering the rest of his hard cock with your hand. “God you fucking suck me off so good baby,” Tim groans, his hand winding in your hair. He pulls his bottom lip with his teeth as he uses his hand to push you down on him harder. Reaching his hand back to the counter, he switches the vibrator on and you whine, his cock still in your mouth. 

You moan as you continue to slide your lips down his cock. The vibrations of you moaning against him releases a string of curses under his breath. Tim pushes your head so far down him that you gag, and saliva dribbles down your chin. You feel his hips jerking just as your own thighs begin to shake and just as he comes in your mouth, he switches the vibrator off- leaving you hanging again. You swallow every drop of his come as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks. “You look so good like this baby, on your knees in front of me and crying for my cock.” Timothee hums as he leans back against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Tim strokes a hand through your hair before yanking his jeans back up and walking past you. Your core is burning with need as you stand to helplessly follow him up the stairs like a lost puppy. 

You follow him to your shared bedroom, the vibrator slipping out of your pussy due to how slick you are. You pull it out and toss it on the bed as Timmy strolls into the closet. “Timmy,” You cry in need, unable to stop the tears of frustration as they flow down your cheeks. “Hm?” He hums in response from inside the walk in closet. You rub your thighs together, strongly resisting the urge to reach down and touch yourself. You know if you do that without his permission he definitely won’t let you come tonight. “I’ve learned my lesson I promise, now please please make me come.” You sob, watching with teary eyes as he emerges from the closet in only his tight black boxer briefs. “You think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” He coos in a gently voice, reaching up to cup your cheek. You nod instantly, your hands reaching up to grab at his shoulders. “So when we’re out, and you get needy for my cock what are you gonna do hm?” He asks, his eyebrow cocked as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m gonna wait Timmy, I’ll wait until we get home.” You cry out desperately, and when you see the smile slide onto his face you nearly faint from relief. “That’s my good girl,” He growls before pushing you back on the bed. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, before ripping it up and over your head. Timothee releases the clasp of your bras and your sore nipples immediately spring free, and he smiles in delight. “You’re so ready for me baby.” He whispers before taking a nipple into his mouth. You cry out, happy to be getting some relief. Timmy takes your nipple in between his teeth before biting softly, and you reach up to grab at his hair. “M-more baby more,” You gasp and he obliges, kissing down your abdomen. Your entire body feels like it’s been set on fire as Timmy yanks your jeans down your legs and off your ankles. When he spreads your legs he sees the wet mess between your thighs and bites his lip, “you’re so wet baby. Did I tease you too much?” He asks playfully as you wriggle your hips towards his face. 

Wrapping his arms around your thighs he presses a light kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. Just the simple action has you crying into the pillow and Timmy knows he’s got you right where he wants you. Suddenly he flattens his tongue over you, licking a long line from your entrance to your clit. You cry out again, feeling lightheaded as your fists squeeze the sheets tightly. Moans are spilling from your mouth and when he slides 2 digits into your slick opening, you know it won’t be long before you’re coming. “Please don’t stop baby please please.” You plead, the word ‘please’ rolling off your lips as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue toying at your clit. When Timmy nips at your clit and roughly thrusts his fingers into you, you explode around his fingers. Your body convulses, and you cry out loudly, this time tears of relief cascading down your cheeks. Timothee hovers over you, with a sweet smile on his face. 

“Y-Your cock baby, give me your cock.” You plead again, that burning desire still slightly throbbing between your thighs. Timmy doesn’t need to be asked twice as he kicks his boxers off and presses his head into your lips. He drags his cock over your clit and you dig your nails into his back, “baby!” You cry out, having had enough of his teasing tonight. Tim chuckles darkly as he slams into you, a broken groan leaving his lips. He begins to fuck into you at an ungodly pace and you cling to him, moans and desperate cries leaving your lips. Tim’s lips find your neck and bite at the skin there as he continues to snap his hips into yours and every time his pelvis connects with yours, you’re seeing stars. “Baby please don’t stop!” You cry out, your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust into you. Tim feels you beginning to squeeze him tighter, and he moans deeply before reaching down to thumb your clit. “Fuck, come around me baby. Come around my cock.” He gasps, breathless and as soon as the words leave his mouth you’re coming again. White spots explode behind your eyes as you gush around him so hard you don’t even realize he’s emptying his load into you. 

Your body shakes and trembles as Timmy gently fucks you through your orgasm, both of your bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Your hands stay wrapped securely around his back as your heart races in your chest. You wince as he pulls out, already wishing to be filled by his cock again. “Don’t tease me.” Tim hums as he pulls you over to lay on his chest. You giggle as you press a kiss to his shoulder, “I’m going to tease you all the damn time if it means you’ll fuck me like that.” You retort and you can practically feel his eye roll. 

“Baby you drive me crazy.” He groans before rolling over you again, and you know he means it- and you love it. 

[sanstropfremir]

the hotly anticipated kingdom episode 7 review is here!!

this episode was a lot less spectacle-y than the last one (the last episode with stages, i mean), and i think that was a good choice for all the groups on the whole to tone it down on the run up to the finale, because at the rate everyone was headed there would be no room to go any higher. i'm very glad that there was actually a collab stage and not just a song swap, especially because it gives a chance for the boys to work together and make friends when they otherwise arent going to be able to interact much. love love love to see them making friends and having fun doing these stages!

i'm not really sure why mnet didnt put the vocal stage this episode, because what on earth else are they going to put in the next episode with it??? i know it's a content stretch but still, it seems like a weird choice to me. anyways, there’s four stages for me to talk about this time and i'm going to try to not ramble out of control, but we’ll see. i did enjoy watching all of these, but we’ve all got favourites and i'm going to rank by which group i liked better out of the two for each stage, and then i put a few conclusions at the end. strap in folks this is another long one.

rap stages

skz + btob + atz

i was actually really surprised at how much i liked this stage. i would not classify myself as a rap fan and believe it or not i actually do not place a lot of importance on lyrics when enjoying music. although i have very high lyric retention and comprehension, i focus more on the sound than the literal words, so a fair amount of rap is swing-and-a-miss in my personal listening. plus when you add a language barrier on top of that, a lot of the nuance and technical skill of it just flies over my head. so i really dont have much to say about the sonic elements this time around, sorry. also.....i know i joked that nobody from the kingdom staff is reading my reviews.....but is someone from the kingdom staff reading my reviews????? i specifically mentioned that i think skz should do an art themed stage and then we got one????? i know i manifested the punk ateez stage but did i manifest this also??? am i just that powerful???

costume

obviously these are pretty basic rap/hiphop stage looks, but the white was a really good choice for visibility’s sake, and also thematically: it reflects the colours in the lighting really well.

i am DYING to know who the designer of minhyuks jacket is. if somebody knows please tell me i love it so much. it looks like some of the recent belted jackets that dior was putting out, but the drawing on the front armscythe piece reminds me of the superm/kim junggi collab for tiger inside. say whatever you want about superm, but you cannot deny that that is not some of the coolest merch on the kpop scene.

loved the traditional korean elements that came through in addition to the western references: the screens, hongjoong’s fan, minhyuk’s big fuckoff brush, the masks, and the sleeves on the dancers at minhyuk’s bit. those are a costume feature from a style of korean traditional masked dance called bongsan talchum. the masks themselves are versions of hahoetal masks, which are used in a very specific archetypal ritual dance in andong. i think these are imae masks, who is the servant/fool archetype that mocks the nobleman and the scholar. i suspect that was a deliberate choice, but i can only speculate.

another point about the masks which is not relevant but maybe a fun fact for people who don’t know. i actually thought at first that they were western theatre half masks, which are a very old style of mask that, like with hahoetal masks, represent a number of archetypes/stock characters. maskwork is a very common training practice in theatre schools, because it teaches body language and control, because half your face is covered and you cannot speak in your own voice (sometimes you cannot speak at all, this is one of the rules of full mask). the tradition of usings masks to portray emotion goes all the way back to the ancient greek chorus, but more commonly people in the west sometimes know it from the italian commedia dell’arte, of which you will have definitely seen some of the character archetypes before. i just find it neat that the same types of art pop up in different places seemingly independently of each other. humans are cool.

set

not much to say here, it's pretty bare with just some propwork. thought the screen use was fun and they used it smartly in a couple of transitions. 

thought changbin’s bit of ‘interrupting’ the artists was cute and fun. there’s obviously a picasso reference there, and the four technicolour paintings are a reference to andy warhol’s pop art silkscreen portraits, most famously of marilyn monroe, but he also did many other celebrities in the 70s and 80s.

lighting

i LOVED this lighting. super bright and fun, lots of use of colour, obviously. the projections were there to enhance the visuals and weren’t distracting in any way. i thought the transition to black and white/ink with minhyuk was smart and had good contrast, it gave a strong rhythm to build back up to for the climax.

sound

bang chan’s ‘spelling colour with a u’ bit had me SCREAMING with laughter. we spell colour with a u normally bang chan, the americans are the ones that are wrong. 

staging

i don’t really have a whole lot to say here, it was pretty straightforward and fun. like i’ve said in previous reviews, i wish they were more conscious of the steadicam direction and would stop showing extended bits of the production crew. at least everyone was wearing full blacks this time.

fun use of the upward angle combined with the groundwork/leg choreo during hongjoong’s verse, that was a highlight for me.

sf9 + tbz + ikon

nothing against this stage, the other one just hit harder for me. bobby is the best rapper on the show and he really carried this stage with his charisma. he’s a fun performer to watch and he knows how to command a space. i'm sure there’s technical notes that people have about the raps themselves, but i'm here looking at visuals as a priority, which i'm sure you’ve all grasped at this point.

costume

these were clearly extensions of these idol’s personal styles, with is a perfectly fine choice, especially for a rap stage where the emphasis is more on authorship. LOVED bobby’s 11yro girl at recess look.

amusing that both rap stages involved paint in some way? loved the backup dancers shooting supersoakers filled with paint at them, but i wish i knew the reason for it? i'm glad i saw this stage first because i would have been underwhelmed by the paint throwing if i had seen this after rainbow bonanza.

set

almost no set at all here, just a few props. i'm not judging as harshly on lack of set this round because these stages are meant to be more about skill than anything else. 

lighting

i loved the projections, i thought they were unobtrusive and i admit, i LOVE outer space themed anything.

i liked that they did more concert lighting and had no projections in the first half to put more focus on the performers, it really highlighted the fact that this stage was about them, and not about anything extraneous.

sound

it was indeed a song.

staging

i do wish there had been a bit more control of the space, because it did look very empty at some parts and they could have staved that off by keeping tighter camera shots. this stage is so fucking big, holy shit.

they really brought their onstage chemistry and they looked like they were having a blast, which FINALLY!! 

i actually really liked hwiyoung’s opening, i think there was a lot of potential there for some sharp contrast work that i wish had been played through a little more, especially with the cool white light overtop the black costumes. it actually reminded me a bit of the intro in the music video from a rapper i do actually listen to, bewhy’s gottasadae.

glad to see some more use of camera effects with the black and white, but why did they do it over the paint throwing? it just made the trajectory of the paint invisible because there was no colour contrast.

performance stages

sf9 + tbz + ikon

ok obviously im gonna have a lot more to say about the performance stages, nobody is surprised there. this one was the better constructed of the two and my personal pick for better stage, but i actually liked watching the both of them equally.

costume

king shit, literally. we love contemporary hanbok in this house. there was good colour and style distinction between the three of them without clashing. 

costume change was fun and neatly blocked, it's pretty common to see backup dancers and chorus hiding quickchanges but i liked how this was a more unusual formation.

taeyang rocking the organza skirt and the big purple eyeshadow, thank you for keeping it cunty as always.

i really liked juyeon’s underlayer look. finally we get a good tbz costume look thats thematically relevant!

set

like all the stages this round, pretty minimal. the setting was almost entirely established through the costumes and the projections, which is some really good designwork. it's pretty much just the litters (the lifted chairs they entered on), and some smaller props. they managed to not make the stage feel empty because there was a lot of projection visuals to compensate, which is difficult to do without being overbearing, but i think they mostly pulled it off.

i originally thought it was gonna be weird to try and mesh the traditional korean architectural aesthetic with the weird mnet deco, but i ended up not noticing it as much as i thought i would.

lighting

like i just said, projections very well done and do a fantastic job of conveying setting without being overly distracting. like with the atz/skz/btob rap stage there’s a really broad range of colour use here that they offset by brightening and properly fill lighting the faces so you can actually see what’s happening.

the use of the strobing lasers and more concert style lighting fit really well with the change in the music from traditional instrument sounds to electronica and the more hiphop/isolated movements.

sound

i liked it well enough! i think it had a good arc that we can see echoed through the rest of the piece, like previously stated in the lighting and movement style. 

staging

like i mentioned with the quickchange, there was some really interesting formations using the backup dancers here, especially as a lead toward/away from the camera

having the three of them enter on litters; again, literal king shit, love to see it.

this has a pretty clear narrative that doesnt really need an external explanation, which is good. i have to assume that the burning of the paper with 妃 (concubine) is intended to be a gesture of ‘burning’ the love out of their hearts, but that was the only thing i'm still confused on. this may very well turn out to be a reference to a specific story that i just have no idea what it is, but we’ll see once the subs are out!

i loved juyeons solo bit with the alcohol drinking and the table flip, that was the choreographic highlight for me. i just really wish he would use the other muscles in his face more often. we know youre pretty, you dont have to blue steel your way through all your performances!! take a page out of donghyuk’s book and make some ugly faces, it's good for you!!

i though taeyang’s swordwork was fine, but since i do actually have a decade of sword training i'm very judgemental. it's not bad, he obviously has practiced with the weapon and he knows how to control it, but he doesn’t have the same understanding as someone who has trained with a sword as a weapon and not just as a prop. if we hadn’t seen another stage with swordwork in it i probably wouldn’t have brought this up (that's a lie, i still would have brought it up, i have a third dan), but you can really see the difference between how minhyuk moves with his sword and how taeyang moves. a lot of this has to do with the proper weighting of the blade, which i mention briefly in my second episode review in btob’s section (and also this ask here, where i talk about properly weighted weapons in relation to the gun choreo in sf9’s and ateez’s previous stages); minhyuk is likely using a ‘real’ sword (it’s blunted but still made using proper methods and materials), and taeyang is using a cheaper-made replica (unless you’re doing full contact striking a LOT there’s no way a properly made blade breaks like that. also you would never tape it together hello??? respect the blade). if you know what you’re looking for, you can tell from the movements themselves when someone has training. minhyuk did a load of real training for a film where he was a swordsman, and you can tell; the sword is an extension of his arm, all the movements lead with the tip of the blade first, because that’s your first, your fastest, and your most dangerous point. you do 90% of your cutting with the first eight inches of blade, but it takes a lot of specific training to get your hands and arms to a place where that kind of movement is possible. taeyang’s movements are driven from his hands, which is unsurprising, because that’s where he’s used to his extensions stopping. the tip follows rather than leads. wow this got insanely sidetracked i hope you liked this crash course on swordwork.

this is pretty much what i expected to see from this unit. these three groups all have standout soloists, so i wasn’t surprised to see these three boys as the picks. juyeon and taeyang especially, theyre both from groups that are more likely to do experimental stages and choreography that highlights them as soloists and skilled dancers.

skz + btob + atz

this was a letdown from ateez’s last two stages, because they knocked those out of the park, but it's only fair that they have a bit of a fall. that being said, i did really enjoy watching this for its sheer ridiculousness; i’m forgiving the wolf concept this time because well, it’s wolf. you can't cover wolf and not do a wolf concept, that’s against the law. also, like i’ve said before, i'm all for dark concepts IF you give them thematic weight. is it on the nose? yes. is it thematically relevant? also yes. is it dumb? also also yes, but that’s never stopped a single kpop group in the history of ever.

costume

friendship restored with ateez stylists, rivalry started with skz stylists. the fur shoulder fluffs??? stupid and i love them. perfect in every way. however i keep seeing the same fucking costumes on the skz boys and i will come directly for the stylists at jype if they dont get their shit together. be! more! creative!!!

i really really wish they had gone more 2013 kpop with it, we need more of that ugly ridiculous styling. peniel was actually pretty close, with the overly long tunic and those yellow lenses. very vixx on and on (yes i know they were vampires from outer space, let me live)

i actually thought the wolf gloves were fun? the small bits of uv paint actually worked instead of looking out of place, and i'm glad they put them on wooyoung because the uglier an outfit, the better he pulls it off. 

set

same dice, just the long table and the camo net at the beginning, which i thought was unnecessary. the table was useful for levels though, so happy to see they utilized that.

lighting

there is so much happening all the time. lots of lasers. it's definitely aiming for camp territory, and i dont actually hate it as much as i did on my first watch. it actually wasn’t as dark as i thought either, because its mostly lit with blue and amber. but it doesn’t really have that great of an arc and its not really that good on the whole.

the projections are a bit much for me, but that’s only when i'm actually looking at them. true to form, i didn’t even notice the excess of red slashes until like my fourth rewatch because i was too busy watching the performers.

sound

rookie exo my beloved. the original wolf goes so hard for absolutely no reason, so i’m not knocking this stage for being ridiculous. in fact it should have been more ridiculous. i think they did a fine job updating the song for a.....less 2013 sound. 

i like that they didn’t bother to live sing the stage even though they recorded vocals for it, it gave them all a chance to actually focus on just the dance.

that being said, i am kind of missing all the adlibs from the original. but even though there’s some strong vocalists in this unit, they aren’t made of the same stuff as baekhyun, luhan, chen, AND d.o.

i literally just realized that peniel had already debuted when this song came out AND is technically exo’s senior because btob debuted like two weeks before exo officially did.....oh no

staging

choreographically this feels a lot more like the skz stages that we’ve seen rather than the ateez ones, so i'm curious as to who the choreographer was. 

the tricking was definitely more ridiculous in this one, but i can't really say any of it was there for no reason because it all had elements of fighting in it. the scale of the tricks was quite large though and not very well blended with the rest of the choreo, which ending up making them look awkward. i thought it was a nice detail that they shone a green toplight on the dancers that made up the cliff wooyoung climbed up so that it looked like there was grass on it. cute.

the blocking is lacking a lot of fluidity, and i think that’s partially the scale of the tricking and also the editing, because this editing is TERRIBLE. there’s so much cutting, why is there so much cutting!! haven’t we already learned that longtakes are the best for this???

there’s a lot of stuff here that had good potential but could have been pushed a little farther. i feel like i say this for every mediocre stage, but what can i say, i'm good at constructive criticism. 

they should have given more showcase to the tree and the scratching arms; it's the most iconic move!! i also wish they had kept some kind of iteration of the different unit ‘leaping’ in over the exiting one, i always thought that part of the original choreo was really fun and did a lot for establishing them as wolves. 

i LOVED peniel entering with all those backup dancers in chains, thats some fucking iconic shit. very ‘im the alpha wolf,’ which is valid because he’s like at LEAST five years older than everyone else on the stage. i wish that instead of being the backup dancers it was the actual members, because THAT would have been an image. theyre all wearing harnesses and collars anyways, just clip em in! he’d be like one of those dogwalkers!

me last week: specifically talking about how krump is an uncommon style in kpop and it's very hard to get right kingdom, throwing the manifesting dodgeball at me for the third time: here would you like a KRUMP SOLO?

if you didnt believe me before that krump is hard to get right, i sure hope you do now. peniel did fine, but you can see how easily you can veer off into looking ridiculous.

some conclusions

i mentioned this really briefly in an ask i got earlier today, but i do think it's important to establish that the two performance units are doing two different types of performances. i can understand why people are underwhelmed by the atz/skz/btob stage and wanted it to be less of a traditional kpop dance stage and more like the experimental stages we’ve been seeing for the last few weeks. and i agree! i think they could have done more with it. but i also think that this kind of stage was a good choice for this particular subunit. unlike with the sf9/tbz/ikon unit, there are not really any standout technical soloists in ateez or skz. ateez has, in my opinion, the highest ratio of dancers with actual stage presence of any of the 4th gen groups ive seen. they’re at a solid 75% for any given performance, and occasionally they can bump that higher depending on the stage. that high of a stat is rare. it's extremely rare for a group to have all its members have good stage presence (i can think of like, maybe two or three?), and to get over 50% is pretty damn impressive. but ateez’s strength isn’t in how good they individually are as dancers, but it's in how well they work together. there’s a reason why they put FIVE of them in the performance unit. one of the first things i said about ateez to hanya is ‘i love wooyoung but he doesn’t stand out when he's not centre.’ which is for good reason!! he’s not supposed to! they all willingly give up centre and take it back when they need to, because they have that charisma. there’s a very cohesive push and pull to watching ateez that speaks to their strengths as performers. dancing in a group where you are all meant to be equal is a very different skill than just being a talented soloist. you have to understand what to prioritize in a different way. taemin dances differently with shinee that he does in his solo career, especially since they’ve been back. he understands when to step back; more often than not i find key to be the standout dancer in shinee choreo.

this is a very long winded way of saying that wolf was a good choice for them even though the stage didn’t turn out as well as it could have. also the fact that they made a cohesive performance at all, with a week of rehearsal and while working with essentially strangers is a feat and speaks to all of their skill at their job. performing in a group is a huge part of kpop, and they did call this the performance stage, and not the dance stage.

i'm not entirely sure on what the breakdown is on why each of the subunits were formed. i know the team sizes are extremely uneven, with sf9/tbz/ikon clocking in at 26 people and atz/skz/btob clocking in at 17 (i'm not counting changsub because he's not there and probably has a scheduling conflict), which is like, a whole extra group of difference. but atz/skz/btob utilizing their whole groups for each of the units (5/3/1 for performance, 1/3/1 for rap, and 1/1/1 for vocal, for 7/7/3 total), verses sf9/tbz/ikon only bringing out six people for these two stages and then six for the vocal stage is......weird? that's over half of their group number that’s not performing. i do think the groups brought out their standout performers and made smart choices with the stages but the balance still strikes me as odd. i do wish tbz had actually done some group choreo because they are very strong group performers and it would have been fun to watch.

ateez really played the long game here, good job boys. teaming up with the group who gets the highest fan votes AND the group with the strongest technical skills? i see you.

i think this is probably too wild of an assumption and is only based on circumstantial evidence but.....i think hongjoong might actually have a lot more creative sway than i previously thought. all the stages he’s been a part of have been very well designed, and i know he provided suggestions for the two ateez stages prior to this... i’m probably thinking too much. 

ok you know what i know there were some other points in my brain somewhere but this is already 4000 words so i’m going to stop. if i remember anything else its probably gonna end up in the answer to some of the asks i’m inevitably going to get because i think my opinions on these ones are a little bit more controversial, whoops!

not entirely sure if ill do an extensive review for next week’s stage, because i'm not really a ballad fan and i dont really do vocal reviews, but i could do a quick one. i guess it also depends on what else they put in the episode. we’ll see!!

[littledrummeraussie]

Reader standing in front of their mirror having unhealthy/hurtful thoughts about her body and Ash comforts her?

📢  Public Service Announcement:  📢 just because the last year was shitty that doesn’t give you the right to constantly put yourselves down! You hear me? I revoke all of your ‘putting myself down’ cards, going into effect immediately! Please return them to my desk.

Throw the negative thoughts out the window and start being kind to yourselves! Because you deserve it. Because you’re good enough. ❤️

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warnings: body image issues and self-hate

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“Hey sweetie, you’re coming?”

“I think I’m gonna skip this one,” you mumbled, quickly pulling one of Ashton’s baggy hoodies over your head before going back to the bedroom. “I’m not feeling too well. Might be just the weather or something. But you should go and have fun.”

“Are you sure about it?” Ashton caressed your cheek, concern crossing his features. “I can stay in and take care of you.”

“No, you go and meet the guys, ‘m fine. Just gonna go to sleep and I’ll be good as new tomorrow morning.”

You knew Ashton wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide as he pressed a kiss on your lips and left with the promise of coming home latest at midnight. When he was gone you slipped back into the closet, ready to pick up the mess you’ve made. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, fabrics wrinkling and creasing, shoes kicked into the corner, shelves and drawers mostly empty after everything was pulled out of them. Your knees gave out as you dropped in the middle of it all, fingers nervously picking at the hem of Ashton’s sweatshirt.

A tube of red lipstick lay next to your knee, used up and ruined. Your teary eyes followed the words you’ve written on the mirrors, inner demons snarling at you, mocking you and your body. A body that was useless, not fitting into any of the clothes in your closet, the only pieces being able to hide it all were Ashton’s clothes, all of them a few sizes too big on you. More than anything you wanted to spend the night out with your boyfriend and your friends, but in the end you’ve lost all your courage, knowing all the other girlfriends would be so much prettier than you, skinnier, more beautiful.

“Hey Y/N, I’m back!” you suddenly heard Ashton’s voice just outside of the bedroom. “I ditched the party, told the others you might need a nurse… Y/N? Babe, wha–”

You’ve tried to scramble up and out of the closet, wanting to pretend everything was fine, but it was too late. Ashton has already found you in the middle of the mess. A sob escaped your lips, fresh tears streaming down your face and Ashton quickly dropped down next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey, I’m here, I’m here,” he kissed the top of your head, cradling you against his chest. “Take a deep breath, okay? Just breathe deeply, that’s it.”

His eyes followed the words on the mirror, ‘ugly’, ‘fat’, ‘disgusting’, ‘not good enough’ scrawled all over the surface, your fingers stained red where you’ve smeared some of them.

“I don’t think you’re ugly,” he whispered against your ear as he started to comb his fingers through your hair. “You’re none of those things.”

“I’m a monster,” you hiccupped and he shook his head, kissing your temple.

“No, the monster is only trying to take over your head. Don’t let it win. I know it says otherwise, but trust me when I tell you: you are more than enough. You’re beautiful. You don’t deserve to be treated like this – not by others, and especially not by yourself.”

Ashton turned you in his lap, making you look at the mirror again. He slowly reached out, pressing his palm against the lipstick and rubbed away one of the words, then the next one and the next one.

“They are just words. They can’t hurt you,” he spoke softly as he worked, not stopping until the only things left on the mirror were ‘good enough’. “Don’t let your mind play tricks on you.”

“How can you still look at me?” you mumbled, not daring to meet his eyes.

“It’s because you’re only focusing on your outer beauty, forgetting that I fell for your inner beauty, something that is invisible to most. But not to me,” he tucked you under his chin, and you rested against his chest, trying to make sense of his words.

Ashton shuffled a bit, reaching for something that was thrown over the floor, then you saw him uncap an eyeliner and he slowly started to write words on your bare thigh where the hoodie didn’t cover you. Words of love and kindness, words of an inner beauty you forgot about: ‘friendly’, ‘caring’, ‘pure’. ‘Heart of gold’, ‘best listener’, ‘good enough’.

“All these things… they are still you, even if you can’t see them,” Ashton whispered as he added word after word, drawing a heart on your palm when he ran out of space. “Don’t let monsters fool you. You’ll always be enough for me. You are enough for me.”

[brandywine-tomatoes]

Imperial Darkness

The Bad Batch angst

Third attack in the Great Angst War of 2021 between @icedcoffee101, @dragon-pups, @angstkings, @in-the-crosshairs, and @brekkers-girl (me)

Masterlist

TW: a bit of interesting imagery, people dying, mention of decomposing

Word count: 1,316

Prompt/Inspo: DEATH, DRAMA, TEARS, CHAOS. (@cptalpha-17)

Everyone dies by themselves, alone and scared for the others as they don’t know if the others are alive or dying or just injured. (@angstkings)

Hunter looked up from where he was studying his datapad at the sound of Wrecker’s voice. “Hey, uh... you don’t happen to know where Omega is, do you?” (@icedcoffee101, my wifey)

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It was so peaceful, so quiet. So green and calming, the softly flowing, miles high grass providing the perfect hideout for the Batchers. The door finally opened on the Havoc Marauder and the Batch was welcomed to the new world.

Omega sped out first, desperate for fresh air and a look at a new planet. Echo and Cross were next to run after her, being the closest to the door.

They ran quickly down the steps, calling her name. They stopped in their tracks and looked around, the small child nowhere in their sights. They took off their helmets, setting them on the short grass.

“TAG, you’re it!” Omega yelled to Echo and sprinted under the ship, nothing but a pure ball of happiness.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be,” Echo called to her. He quickly slapped Cross’s shoulder and sprinted the way Omega went.

Cross groaned, a ghost of a smirk on his face. “Really, Echo?”

Omega sprinted beside the ship, ducking under the wings and breathing in the fresh, cool air. As she rounded the front of the Marauder, she spotted Crosshair’s legs sneaking up in front of the nose. She looked back at Echo who was gaining on her and took a chance.

She ran straight for Crosshair, and at the last moment, slide onto her side under his extended arm and quickly recovered, running on her feet and whooping at her evasive tactic.

She could hear Crosshair’s annoyed voice, though she couldn’t see how impressed he was. “Why you little-”

Tech pulled out a panel of the dash in the front, barely taking note of the 3 running around the ship. He got to work on the fried wires, cutting them and re-wiring the controls, a long and painstaking process that would take hours.

Hunter was there, helping Tech hold and cut wires to his brother's liking. After about 15 minutes, Tech became too frustrated to think right and walked away to take a break, throwing his hands up multiple times.

Hunter grabbed a datapad lying on one of the seats and triple-checked all planets in orbit of their hideout, making sure there weren’t any Imperial occupied encampments this far out in the outer rim.

Hunter looked up from studying the datapad at the sound of Wrecker’s voice. “Hey, uh... you don’t happen to know where Omega is, do you?”

“She’s outside with the other two, I heard Cross was getting frustrated,” Hunter chuckled.

Wrecker looked at him with unease. “I looked outside, they... they aren’t there. Their helmets were, but...”

Hunter went on full alert. He jumped out of his chair, whipping the datapad into the other seat and grabbed the nearest blaster.

He darted out of the ship into the small clearing. He looked wildly around, his free hair whipping the sides of his face. He saw no other option than bolt into the eerily flowing grass, ignoring the calls from Tech and Wrecker.

He dragged his body through the thick green. The grass stuck to his armour and pulled his hair back, it clung to his legs and tried to keep him from moving, the thick coating that kept the grass forest together trying to claim him as another victim.

“OMEGA, CROSS, ECHO!” He shouted over and over and over again.

His cries were never heard, his efforts never enough.

A blast bolt hit his thigh, a burning pain sending him to slimy dirt that slowly rose higher and higher to consume him.

He tried to crawl away from whoever was closing in on him, he tried crawling his way to Omega’s muffled screams he heard to his left. He tried with every ounce of strength he had, every ounce of strength he had on Kamino, protecting his brothers from the regs and the kaminoans.

He struggled to breathe, the slimy coating of the grass being forced down his throat like the truth that he’d failed Omega and failed to protect his brothers when they needed it most.

Something strong pressed into his armour, the slime under the pressure oozing out over the plastoid and pushing him further into the slim.

“Well, you are certainly a disappointment,” a low and calm voice brought him back to his situation.

He wasn’t there for much longer.

A blaster burned its way through his exposed head. Hunter’s body went limp and claimed a victim by the grass forest.

The man with the low voice signalled the flame troopers to open fire to the left of Hunter’s hastily decomposing body. They burnt through the slimy grass in no time, reaching Crosshair and Echo forming an alcove for Omega, whispering that everything will be fine, they just needed to wait for Hunter.

The man thought about what a work of art this moment could’ve been if the right painters and right materials were used. How picturesque it was, what a powerful story it could tell.

Crosshair and Echo paled at the sight of him, his clean, white uniform, decorated in war medals, a few slime drips staining the pristine fabric over thin shoulder pads. Omega cowered farther away from him, almost consumed by the forest making its grip around her stronger and stronger.

“What a beautiful example of clone evolution. Too bad it’s all a waste.”

He raised his blaster and shot the clones at the precise mark of a temple. He was being merciful.

Omega screamed at the top of her lungs and trying to keep the dead clones from dropping into the slim they were protecting her from.

“Child, don’t fear us, we don’t want to hurt you,” he cooed in a soft voice, dropping to his knees in front of a sobbing Omega. He gently pulled her hands away from Crosshair and Echo, the forest gaining another two victims as they sunk slowly into the slime.

“Do you want to get out here, Omega?” He smiled softly.

She nodded hastily, her hands still trembling.

“Then I’ll take you out of here. I’ll protect you with my life, Omega, if you let me.”

She looked at the bodies being consumed before her. She brought her eyes to his and nodded. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and he picked her up. He signalled the flametroopers to clear them a path back to the shuttle they plummeted down in.

“Wh-what-” Omega’s weak voice failed her. She clung on tighter as she sobbed.

“You can call me Mitth'raw, but only you deserve to speak it,” he softly said.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn, we’re nearing the shuttle. Do I give the order?” One of the flametroopers asked. Thrawn nodded slightly, making sure to keep the girl still and undisturbed.

The Marauder blew in a heap of smoke and metal, Tech and Wrecker about to lift off to find the others. He gave them a quick death, he gave them mercy.

“Now Omega, I need to try and block Clone Force 99 from your mind,” he set her down on the burnt, solidified slime, kneeling to meet her eyes. “I know it will hurt, I know it will feel like dishonouring them, but I don’t want you to cry anymore,” he gently whipped her cheeks with his sleeve. “Can you do that for me?”

Omega whimpered. “Will it- will it stop? The aching?”

“One day it will, if you do what I ask. Can you do that for me, Omega?”

“I’ll try.”

He smiled. “That’s all I’m asking of you.”

He led her to the round, dark shuttle surrounded by imperial darkness and armoured troopers with flame throwers. Omega looked up at Thrawn, his crimson eyes the only small comfort she had left. He nodded, sensing her unease and held her hand to the plain space of the shuttle.

She stepped over raised metal and chose her fate. She’d grow to become something she’d never thought she could, something she’d never known she wanted.

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A/N: Y'all... I surprised even MYSELF with writing this. I was scrolling through my brain, looking for who could take Omega, then I started actually scrolling on this website, and Rae Sloane came up. I thought for sure that I was gonna use her, but then I realized not a lot of people know who she is. THEN I WROTE THRAWN'S NAME AND IT ALL WENT DOWNHILL FROM THERE.

ANYWAYS, I hope y'all are safe and drinking water and eating a snack right now. I just got my vaccine yesterday, so my arm hurts like a BITCH, but it won't stop the angst 😈😈. Bye for now 💞💞!!

[collecting-stories]

Kook Party - Topper Thornton

Request: can i request something with topper where you’re dating (you’re a kook too) and you go to a party similar to one sarah and topper were at? sorry if requests are closed!

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The bass in Scarlett’s house felt like it was vibrating your entire body as you walked through the downstairs looking for Topper. Your hair was already half way dry and you’d grabbed a random shirt from the chairs set up around the pool to throw over your bikini after you’d finished a game of drunk chicken with some friends. Now you were just in search of your boyfriend, who you finally found near the stairs to the third floor, talking to Kelce about jumping into the pool below.  

“Hey Kelce, have you seen my boyfriend? About so high, has a ridiculous name, and oh yeah, swore that he would absolutely not be doing any dumb shit?” You said, coming up beside Topper.  

“Nah, don’t think I’ve seen him.” Kelce said, grinning.  

“It’s totally safe babe,” Topper assured you, “trust me.”

“Trust you like last time?” You asked, looking toward him skeptically.  

“No, no, no…not like last time. Totally safe. The safest.”  

“Uh-huh.”  

“You don’t believe me?” He asked, pressing his hand against his chest and gasping in fake surprise.

“Oh babe, I never believe you when you tell me you’re be ‘totally safe’. Especially not when Kelce’s face looks like that.” You replied, glancing over at Kelce who was smiling too wide to be sincere.

“Kelce’s face always looks like that.”

“It’s true…I’m always cheesing.”

“God, I hate both of you. I should mention I also hate you for whatever it is you’re doing that I’m going to get roped into.” You said as Topper put his hand on your back and rubbed in circles, almost subconsciously.  

“Hey, no one is roping you into anything.” Kelce insisted.

“Oh really? So…he’s not just gonna do the pout and the ‘come on babe live a little it’ll be so fun’?” You asked, doing your best Topper impersonation.  

“No, course not.”

“Good, well then I’m gonna go find Scarlett and whatever she’s drinking and make myself one.”  

“Or,” Topper’s arm slipped up around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, “and I’m not saying you should do it, you could stay here. Hang with me and Kelce. Have a little fun, ya know.”  

“Re-word that. You sound three seconds away from asking me to have a threesome.” You said. When he raised his eyebrows, you rolled your eyes. “No. Topper.”

“I’m joking, I’m joking. It’s a joke.”  

“So, what exactly are you doing?”  

“Jumping off the roof.” Kelce said. “Into the pool.”

“What? Top-”

“It’s totally safe.” Your boyfriend insisted, the ever so predictable pout right there in place.  

“The safest.” Kelce added.  

“Yes, babe, come on, I’d never do anything that could hurt you.”  

“I won’t be the one in pain when you break your clavicle.” You replied, smiling at him.  

“I’m not gonna break my clavicle and I know you don’t want me to go up there and do this all by myself.”  

“This sounds amazingly similar to ‘live a little’ don’t you think?”

“I’m pleading the fifth.” Kelce interjected when you looked at him for support.  

“Come on…it’ll be a good time.”  

“And I won’t die?” You asked.  

“Of course not.”

“And I can sue you when I miss the pool and end up splattered on the pavement.”  

“Gruesome image.” Topper replied, grinning at you because he knew you were caving.

“Fine…lead the way.”

Kelce did just that, heading up the stairs first. You followed after, Topper walking up behind you, finally getting a good look at the t-shirt you were wearing. A concert shirt for a concert he didn’t remember you going to.  

“Nice shirt,” he finally said as you reached the third-floor landing.  

You rolled your eyes, turning around to face him. He was looking up at you from the stair below and you stepped one foot down so you were level with him. “First off, you’re ridiculous, second, I don’t know who this belongs to I found it on a chair.”  

“No, hey, that’s usually what I do to, just swipe some random stranger’s clothes instead of putting mine back on.” Topper replied, nodding along like he fully believed you.  

“I love you and you are the most ridiculous person I know.” You placed your hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss, careful not to knock either of you off balance. He gripped the railing with his free hand while the other was still holding the drink he had been working on when you first came up to him. “I promise not to wear any unidentifiable shirts in the near future.” You stepped up onto the third-floor landing where Kelce was already opening the window to the roof.

“Good, well, you don’t need this one now.” Topper set his drink down on the steps as he followed you into the room, coming up behind you and grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head.  

You put your arms up as the shirt was pulled off, brushing your hair back and turning to look at your boyfriend over your shoulder as he tossed the shirt somewhere. You fought the urge to roll your eyes for a second time though you addressed Kelce when you spoke, “hey Kelce, how ridiculous is my boyfriend?”

“Didn’t get in on the last one, not getting in on this one.” Kelce announced, climbing out the window.  

“One last time, you swear I won’t die Topper?” You asked, turning to look at him and stopping him before he could head to the window. You could hear everyone outside cheering on Kelce.

“It’s fine, we’ve done the trick before.” He reassured, “you’re in safe hands.”

You hummed disbelievingly, “tell me that again when we surface, in the pool with no broke n extremities.”  

“Babe,” Topper grabbed your shoulders, the pout returning, “it’ll be fun.”  

“Famous last words.” You sighed, letting him turn you toward the window.  

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[nykrose]

Sentence Starters based on what I thought was funny eons ago

“Yes, I can’t lie, I have PAINTED MY SCHWEEN.” “So grab your destiny, if you know what I mean!” “Damn whore.” “I MADE HIM A STEAK!” “And this is my rectum.” “They will make me their queen.” “Welcome to my jelly rolls!” “We gotta...home run for it.” “Ware wolves, the wariest wolves.” “All I wanted was a sandwich with eggs...and ham.” “It will make people laugh, and it will make them cry.” “First, there was nothing. Then, there were aliens.” “Those bitches!” “But I never gave up.” “It was the first time in over four million years.” “You’re just programmed to say that.” “It can get lonely up here. Boring.” “It’s not guard duty! I’m a guardian of an entire planet!” “And I’m significantly understaffed.” “I’ll show you who’s the worst in the galaxy!” “What are you doing? This is my house you asshole!” “Courage!” “You gotta know when to hold em, and know when to fold ‘em.” “I told you this guy can’t shoot for shit.” “Take that back, loudmouth.” “Oh no! You can go. I won’t stop you, I promise.” “But this is our house!” “That’ll teach you to call me an asshole.” “This is a great chance to fondle scrotum that you’re blowing.” “Thanks, butthole.” “Now twirl honey, twirl!” “Here’s a tissue, for your pants.” “It’s time for me to live up to my family name and face full life consequences.” “Who just leveled up?” “Are you trying to tickle me?” “We’ll bang, OK?” “Maybe you should smoke my pole.” “Who doesn’t have ten dollars? I wipe my ass with ten dollars.” “That was quite a mouthful! I guess you are used to that kind of thing.” “It’s about a personal sense of worth.” “You’re poor, you can’t afford stuff.” “This is gonna be a great relationship. I can tell.” “You are dead bro.” “To send you back to science and outer space!” “I know he is just jealous of my devotion.” “I feel something touch me.” “I can feel my butt tearing.” “Well, maybe you should read a book.” “Thank you for your lovely gift of choc-o-late.” “Don’t be that way, bitch!” “I think we’re going to get letters about this.” “Goddammit, old man!” “Look. This is sitting, and this is standing. I’m standing.” “Could you imagine that? If we were gay?” “There would be no sadness.” “Unnecessary second poison dart.” “I like your ass.” “He’s not gonna fuckin’ cheat, not this time.” “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Deception? Deceptive?” “You know what you need to bring with you to the fight today?” “Well stop saying stupid shit, [Name].” “And his arm will still be attached to it.” “You’re not gonna beat the shit out of anyone today.” “I’m gonna throw you right out into the middle of that battlefield if you don’t shut the fuck up.” “I’ll try. Hhhhuuuh. Uhhhhn. Hhhh ouch. HHUUH. Damn. Ah, fuck me.” “I wanna take it myself.” “I figure we’ll all get into a big spaceship, and we’ll fly around in space. Together.” “That sounds like it sucks.” “Can we go beat their asses now?”

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 1, Episode 8: THE RUNWAY

Warnings: mentions of guns. Murder. Swearing. Near death experience

“How’s it feeling?” Pope asks Kie, slowly lowering her in the bucket contraption attached to the tree. 

“Feels good,” Kie calls, sitting on the edge of the bucket.

“Bringing you down.” Pope hums, slowly letting the rope out.

“John B pullin’ a Houdini.” JJ sighs, swishing his feet back and forth in the hot tub. 

“Yeah, where is he?” Pope frowns. “I got my scholarship interview tomorrow. We gotta get this done.”

“Speak of the devil…” I mutter, gesturing to John B as he walks across the lawn. 

“Dude, I set up the entire winch to pull up the gold and everything,” JJ says proudly. 

“No, he didn’t.” Pope frowns at JJ. “I did that.” 

John B ignores us, storming inside. 

“What’s going on?” I frown, my eyes widening as John B pulls JJ’s gun from its hiding spot. “John B, what do you need the gun for?” 

He huffs, marching to the van. 

“What, are you JJ now?” I frown, watching in confusion as John B drives off. 

🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌  🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌

“What now?” JJ hisses. “We just go up to the front door and ask, ‘Hey, have you seen John B?’” 

“Look, he lives at Tannyhill now.” I shrug. “It's plausible.” 

“We can play dumb,” Pope suggests.

“Look, I’ve never seen John B like that.” Kie whispers, her voice wavering. “We should honestly be going to the cops.” 

“Yeah, and say what, Kie?” JJ frowns. 

“We’re worried about our friend because he’s on a rampage because Ward Cameron killed Big John?” Kie bites her lip. 

“Like they’re gonna believe that,” I mutter. 

“I see Ward!” JJ points. 

“Obviously Mr. Cameron is fine, and even if John B was here, he isn’t now, okay?” Pope huffs. “Plus, I have the biggest, most important moment of my life in six hours.” 

“Yeah, well, our friend is in trouble.” JJ whispers. 

“I’m in trouble!” Pope whisper-shouts. “Guys, I haven’t been home in three days. My dad’s probably put all my shit on the street by now.” 

“So you’re just gonna bail?” I frown. 

“What about John B?” Kie asks.

“Why is it always about John B?” Pope snaps. 

“This is about friendship!” I hiss. “This is about Pogues for life.” 

🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌  🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌

“You sure he got everything?” I frown, looking at John B in disbelief. 

“Every bar.” John B huffs. “Ward got the whole enchilada.” 

“Guys!” I look up, seeing Pope sprinting towards us. “Guys! Oh, god. I ran all the way here!” 

“Pope?” I frown in confusion. “I thought you had your interview?” 

Pope slows to a stop, giving us a “don’t ask” look. “Ward. Airstrip. Gold.” He pants, resting his hands on his knees.

“What?” JJ pulls a water bottle out of his bag, passing it to Pope. 

Pope downs the water bottle, crinkling it in his hand. “Before my interview… my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron’s big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I’m there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, ‘Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?’ Gold!” 

“Right,” I say slowly, glancing at Kie and JJ. 

“Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go.” Pope tugs off his tie, throwing it to the ground. 

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“Hold on!” John B shouts, slamming his foot on the gas pedal. 

I shriek in surprise, clinging to Kie. 

“What’s the plan, dude?” JJ grips the dashboard. “Don’t be a hero!” 

I’m not exactly sure what it's like to have your life flash before your eyes, but I’m pretty sure mine did at that moment. I can see my mom leaving me with Big John, meeting JJ and Pope, meeting Kie, my first kiss with JJ, everything up until now. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the impact of plane on van. 

“It's okay! It's okay!” I hear John B’s voice from far away, peeling my eyes open to see him helping Sarah out of the plane. 

“Get off the runway!” Ward roars. 

JJ slowly slides open the side door of the van as Kie, Pope, and I climb out. Sirens squeal in the distance, getting closer and closer. “Guys, I can’t get arrested.” JJ whispers. “I’m on probation.”

“We’re no good if we’re all in jail.” I hiss, tugging them into the palms lining the airstrip. 

“Put your hands on your head.” Sheriff Peterkin’s voice rings across the space, her gun pointed at Ward. 

“Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind.” Ward laughs. “I’d do what she said.” He looks at John B.

“She’s talkin’ to you, Ward.” John B murmurs. 

“You’re under arrest for the murder of “Big John” Routledge.” Peterkin says, moving closer. 

The sound of a gunshot ricochets through the air, Sarah’s scream following it. 

“No!” I shout, lunging forward as JJ grabs my waist and pulls me back. 

We watch on in shock and horror as Peterkin’s body falls to the ground, revealing Rafe, a smoking gun in his hands.

permanent:

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[tanzaniiite]

crush // bakugou x reader

requests: OPEN

warnings: none! just some fluffy fluff

word count: 1,305

a/n: inspired by the song “Crush” by Tessa Violet, i guess you could call this a songfic

___

i can’t focus on what needs to get done, i’m on notice hoping that you don’t run

You snapped out of your little daydream when Aizawa called on you for an answer to a problem. The whole class was staring at you expectedly, Aizawa quirked an eyebrow. “Well?” He urged. You chuckled sheepishly, “Sorry Sensei, can you repeat the question please?” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck. Some of the class giggled, you glanced at the ash blonde next to you, who was just glaring at his textbook. “Answer the damn question so we can go to training” He snarled, clutching his fists in what you assumed was anger. You let out a breathy laugh, “R-Right! Sorry!” You apologized before you answering the question with ease.

you think i’m tepid but i’m misdiagnosed

“You good Bakubro?” Kirishima asked, as he ate from his bento box, looking at his friend with concern. “Dandy.” Bakugou gruffed, staring at the two chocolate chip cookies enclosed in a small plastic container with pink cherry blossoms adorning it. You had given him these cookies in home room without any explanation. “Well you’ve been staring at those cookies Y/n gave you for a while... if you don’t want them, I’ll gladly eat them” Kaminari stated, reaching for the container before having his hand smacked. “Don’t touch them idoit! I’ll eat it myself, it was made for me!” The ash blonde raged, opening the case and stuffing his face with one of the cookies. His friends looked at each other before laughing loudly. “Possessive much?” Sero teased, wiping stray tears from his eyes.

“THE HELL YOU JUST CALL ME, FLEX TAPE?!”

and i’m just tryna play it cool, but that’s not what i wanna do now

While sparring with Ochaco, you saw Bakugou watching you in your peripheral vision. To the normal person it looked like he was glowering at you. But you knew better, he had the smallest smirk on his lips while watching you intently. Your cheeks flushed, from the sudden attention on you, preventing you from blocking Ochaco’s leg sweep. Resulting in you to falling flat on your back. You closed your eyes and groaned, your back now in pain. Ochaco was now hovering over you, asking if you were okay. You turned your head to look at Bakugou, who was now laughing his ass off, while his friends looked at him confused. You blushed madly and proceeded to cover your face with your arm,

“Yeah, peachy”

and i’m not tryna be with you now

Bakugou sat on the couch scrolling through his phone aimlessly while Kaminari excitedly talked to him about god knows what. His eyebrow twitched as the blonde kept talking his voice somehow getting louder than normal. The ash blonde was about to snap at Kaminari to shut up but suddenly there was silence. Finally. Bakugou continued to scroll through his Twitter, before he wondered why it was so quiet. “What’s wrong Dunceface? Finally ran out of things to say?” He asked, lifting his face to look at his classmate. “What? Didn’t you hear what I asked? Man, I need someone new to talk to” Kaminari whined. Bakugou scoffed, “Whatever. What did you ask?” He inquired, going back to looking at his phone.

“Do you think Y/n is cute?”

The ash blonde‘s vermillion eyes widened slightly before glaring at the peer sitting next to him. “Hah?! What kind of fucking question is that?!” He yelled. Kaminari started to sweat and chuckled nervously, “Chill dude. It’s just a question” The blonde stated, trying to calm his hotheaded friend. “I should blast you into outer space right now. As if I have the time to think about who and whose not cute in this class full of extras?!” Bakugou screeched, although what he said was betrayed by his face, which was flushed as red as Kirishima’s hair.

Later:

“Don’t dare me to ask Bakugou anything pertaining to Y/n ever again”

you make it difficult to not overthink and when i’m with you i turn all shades of pink

You bit your lip in frustration as you stared at your notebook, in hopes to understand the material you just learned earlier today. “Oi. How are those practice problems coming?” Bakugou asked, looking at you. You sighed dramatically, “Not good, can you explain this one more time?” You asked sheepishly, your cheeks tinted pink . The ash blonde huffed before looking at you with an annoyed look, “Seriously, what’s the point of me tutoring you if you’re not gonna listen?” He asked rhetorically, before going over the chapter again. You went from looking at the work, to Bakugou spiky’s ash blond hair, to his vermillion eyes then his lips. His lips look really soft, you wondered if they felt just as soft? Or if they tasted like candy or something sweet? What if–

“OI! PAY ATTENTION DUMMY!”

“Right, sorry”

i wanna touch you but don’t wanna be weird, it’s such a rush

Bakugou roughly grabbed your hand as you guys walked through a particular busy street. “Come on, the last thing I need is for your dumbass to get lost” He said with fake animosity, as he dragged you along. “But Katsuki... there’s not that many people here. It’s not even rush hour yet” You said, stumbling while trying to keep up with him. “S-Shut it! Stop making shit weird” He blushed, pulling on your arm harder as well as avoiding all eye contact with you. You bit you lip, trying to suppress the smile that was forming on your lips.

but i could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush

“I can’t believe those idiots, planned a whole hang out but didn’t bother to show up” Bakugou growled, looking at the amusement park in front of him in disgust. “Yeah, their excuses sound fake as hell” You mutter, as you read Denki’s text saying he’s pet turtle was sick. But he doesn’t have a turtle.. let alone a pet. The ash blonde leaned over your shoulder reading the group chat’s dumb excuses as to why they suddenly couldn’t come to the park. You felt his breath tickle your neck, making you blush slightly. “I… I think we were set up ‘Suki” You say, turning around to look at him. You watched as the tips of his ears slowly turn red and travel down to his cheeks. “What the hell did I say about that stupid nickname?!” He raged, getting all in your face. You smirked slightly and took a step back, “That you love it?” You teased.

“Like hell I do! I’ll kill you!”

“Yeah right”

“hAHH?!”

i been thinking ‘bout your touch

You pressed your back against the wall as Katsuki cornered you, giving you no room to escape. You gasped slightly as his hands gripped your hips firmly. “Caught you” He breathed as his vermillion eyes looked into yours and gazed down to your lips. You felt your heart skip a beat as he stared at you intensely, “So... now what?” You asked, not breaking eye contact. Bakugou hesitated, this was the first time you saw him unsure of something. But the way his eyes kept shifting to your lips gave you some inkling of what he wanted.

“Do it”

“What?”

“Do it pussy”

“Who the fuck you calling–“

Your hands gripped his black t-shirt and pulled him forward, his lips clashing into yours. The kiss was sloppy with teeth clashing against each other but you guys finally did it. After all the pinning and tension between you two, one of you guys finally had the guts to kiss the other.

i got a fascination with your presentation

making me feel like you’re my island

you’re my permanent vacation

i could be your crush

“Holy shit”

“I know”

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Tma season 2 notes baybeee

I made myself take several breaks so I could give my frie d who is listening to it at the same time as me a chance to catch up. Honestly just posting them so I have them saved somewhere but whatever.

ep 41: real graham wrote keep watching before he was replaced. Jon feels like he's being watched. But they werent replaced by things related to the eye. It's the web that's on the box that replaces them. Endless hallways and doors to nowhere. I bet nicholas will have ideas what entity this relates to. If it even does. They're like the tunnels in the one with the builder guy. Tunnels closing in etc. Also like the cave diving one. He's assuming it's just one

ep 42: so 100 gecs? (IM SORRY I LIKE 100 GECS BUT LMAO) so there's some entity related to music right? There's the piper episode and the 27 w/ the calliope. Ah yes, this season is gonna be the season of Paranoid!Jon

ep 43: section 31? fucking books. god no. smashed lights? cult lady did that. covered the lights too. she mentioned a spooky clown doll. thats not random.

ep 44: is this that same circus that got mentioned before? it is! the pipe organ! pop off organ! pipe off! mouth on the stomach! yes! mouths in unusual places my beloved!

ep 45: antiques! like that one ep!

ep 46: every time books get mentioned i sigh. hhh sus smells. it got brighter. I get the vibes occasionally that the dark and the eye are sorta at odds with eachother. GRRR BARK BARK LEITNER. ayyy ex altiora. entity go brr. which entity do we thing it is? my guess is The Dark. The book buyer's name is Mike. He has scars? Electricity? The childhood friend of the guy who got it later on perhaps? The Vast? its formatted like an entity idk. This happened before the other one. He got trapped in the wood carving. a win for the web lol spiders go brr

ep 47: did i hear spiral? ITS THE NOT THING FROM THE EPISODE WITH NOT GRAHAM "it didnt move, it shifted" is like the exact same sentence as before. ay john's starting to remember. the laughing woah thats weird. is "michael" one of the entities? "you make it seem like theres a war" supports my theory that theres a struggle between a couple of the entities. I said i thought it was the eye and the dark i believe but im not sure. its whatever entity michael is vs the worms? what did nicholas say the worms were again? The Corruption? still dont know which one michael is tho.

Had to take a break after that episode. smth about the quality of michael's voice makes me feel like im gonna slip into one of those states where it feels like nothing is real, so i got a nice cold glass of water.

ep 48: jesus ok this one's kidna corny. you're telling me love made the crowd go away come on now. Ur losing it big J. also shouldnt it be more sus that "sasha" is so unaffected by the worm incident/ finding of gertrude's body

ep 49: haven't we heard hector's name before? oh is he the crime guy? fucking jared... so it's a throat? chompa chompa. (it's just a little bit hot) the good part about these episodes is that we know whoever's telling the story isn't gonna die. even if it's a close call, they're not dead. hotworth? ok not jared keay. it bothers me how theres so many repeated names, can they not come up with other names? "sasha"'s computer is breaking... sus. Elias our favorite weed man! jon ur so paranoid lmao

ep 50: robert smirk, at it again. this is like that one episode with the old dude who locked his door. who said idle beforehand? was it smirk? fingertips. thats so weird lmao. bahahah tim

ep 51: simon fairchild. im sure jon will mention the name at the end i cant remember where we've heard it. this is just like the cavediving episode. a hand? there was a hand in the last one right? the scalpel! and an eye thing. she's trying to throw them off.

ep 52: thats the guy from before! with the hearts! god i hate this guy writing the statement hh. lights blowing, and brackish water. we know how this ends but its still tense. rainer? reigner? rain man. we've seen him before

ep 53: pls not a leitner. oh boy mans scratched out his eyes. rip skelly. why would gertrude have had this statement off the books? jon stabbed himself?? bruh im? big man are you okay

ep 54: cockney boys! ayy its our favorite delivery men. she cut out their eyes. she knew that the eye was a thing?

ep 55: oily residue like the retirement home!

ep 56: worms? no. spiders?? bruhh. aaah yelling :(( aww martin anyways yeah i called it about paranoid!jon he needs to take a nap and drink some hot chocolate and calm down for once please

ep 57: just remembered, i think theres an entity called The Lonely?? This feels pretty lonely idk. fairchild, lukas/ lucas, some spooky place in norway idk. "sasha" knew he was recordinig hmm suspicious cmon jon figure it out. Sasha and tom. hm sus. for records sake i feel liek i should note here that I did have it spoiled to me simply that that's not sasha, but thats really all. i assumed it was like the thing that happened to graham in S1

ep 58: i feel like i recognize the name eustice (?) wick. someone please tell me im not just watching jon's descent into madness over the course of this podcast. im hoping it isnt so but, (and pardon the dsmp reference) im getting real wilbur vibes from this one.

ep 59: oh dear ok account from the fielding house. swirling designs? Spiral time? oh boyy. oh wait! 6 inch hole in the middle! is it not a spiderweb type design on the table? thats what i had assumed but that description sounds more like a spiral thing. cobwebs is a Web thing. ayy nicholas was right! the box goes in the table! the place that she kissed him was burning. Raymond is an avatar of The Web and agnes is the burning one. Lightless Flame! Why did she save him? i guess she was against this guy eating ppl or wtvr but why was she at the halfway house then? I think she's like michael.

ep 60: the eye go brr

ep 61: breacon and hope once again. tom. sasha's boyfriend. vampires sleep in coffins. the guy just walking in seems similar to the mind control of the vampires

ep 62: bones! its that one leitner. is this mother keay? the mom of gerard? this is what happened to her right? her skin was found on hooks? oh yeah thats what i thought the pages are made of skin. yeesh. The End!! sounds like an entity. phrased like one, and i think i remember it. are the people trapped in the pages? or... kept?

ep 63: eaten by the darkness! cavediving episode! (just like eaten by the sky) did my brain make up one called The Vast? it feels like it should be one, and all these episodes have some similar description about their feelings when they do whatever chosen hobby they have. ok now this one kinda feels like the dark. lights going out and all that. ok so not really a The Vast thing, its more of a Dark thing. feckin smirk gah.

ep 64: dice! the death guy! the death game thing! the person tricked somebody else into becoming death and then they were immortal? but if the egyptians wanted to kill him or punish him or whatever couldnt they just kill him? it worked in the end when he had the person giving the statement stab him, that did the job and actually killed him

ep 65: finally jon is actually acknowledging something is wrong.

So we know Mary Keay was revived most likely with the book by gerard.

Gertrude was way more aware of the entities than Jon. mary keay referenced The End openly and she cut the eyes out of her magazines and all that which makes me think she was aware of The Eye

ep 66: please not buried alive pleeaase not buried alive. lukas of the tundra? didnt we hear the name lukas before? she wanted it to be difficult to find important files because that way bad people couldnt find them?

ep 67: agnes... the girl in the hilltop house? agnes poppin off!! he's really not gonna question how she knew where he lived?? oh no D: the tree. were they the ones working on the house? aww they kissi- OH DEAR. why did she kiss him? it seemed like she cared about him? also she could kiss that other dude on the cheek and he was fine, but maybe it was cuz she was younger? lightless flame go brrrrr.

ep 68: oh god books. yup its bitchboy leitner. mans said "this seems supernatural, its a werd book!" bruuh.

ep 69: heh nice. aw cmon jon listen to martin. gahhh spiders. is that the class we heard about in the other doctor one with the teeth apple? some kind of psych class? oh dear. fucking spiders. aaaah. web do be goin brr. it's like the girl in the homeless shelter! who made the guy leave and she took his bed.

ep 70: is this gonna be the book that mary keay had? Most likely a leitner no matter what. Oh boy latin. Why did it start in latin then become old English? I'm guessing people put them in the book? He cant burn it. Phrophecies go brr. He says eh it's a decade in the future it's fine. Its gonna have changed. Ayy called it. Just accept it, it's a magic book. His death is getting closer. Leitner didnt make them but just collected them? Gertrude burned the book! She burned them down there so no one would know.

ep 71: oh boy tunnels. Our favorite thing /s. is The Buried a thing? Idk this seems pretty buried. Oh dear he's trapped here isnt he. "Not enough space to move, never enough to breathe" is that from the computer episode? With the guy who uploaded his consciousness? Somebody living down there. Hmmmm. Guesses: tom, sasha's boyfriend. Gertrude herself? (Though I doubt it)

ep 72: sweeney todd moment. Meat. The slaughter? Idk we'll see what the supernatural part is. Meat is meat. Similar to the slaughterhouse episode. Is it fucking Jared I swear to God it better not be. Hooligan teenagers, you know how it is. Meat is me lmao. Is the kid gonna be in the freezer. Ok that's good. OWW. Oddly textured candles. Made from people? Human fat or smth? Tom from the meat processing plant!

ep 73: outer bay shipping. Bet it's a subset of breacon and hope delivery. The Dark go brrr. Uh oh mans is gonna die. Leo or whatever. Cult ppl go brr. The people's church of the divine host. Who is the divine host? Is it reigner or whatever his name is? I dont think Jon can quit tbh. Probably an anonymous tip but from who?? One of the entities?

ep 74: fucking teeth hhh. I dont know which entity is related to teeth. Spiral. Isnt the spiral an entity. It feels like it could be related to many things idk. Yeah this sounds like the spiral. Heart attack at 29? Jesus... michael! That's kinda what I was thinking. Sasha goin in the tunnels. Hmm sus. They move the floor. Wack. Bet its tom.

ep 75: Man with a lightning scar. Has one of the leitner books. The childhood friend of the one who first introduced us to leitner. Oh my god that sounds terrifying. Michael crew.

ep 76: scalpel? Hmm spooky. NotSasha... think jon think.

ep 77: another double! NotThem, The Stranger. Not related to the table?

ep 78: what was that at the beginning? Question mark?? Oh boy more NotThem. Decker... what is the deal with the table. Does it contain the creature? Fucking Michael. Bitchboi himself.

ep 79: yes pop off martin. Ugh fucking Michael just leave man. I hate that dude. New person. Hmm. No idea who it is.

ep 80: shitener himself! Ok sir tell us the entities. Ayy The Spiral. Ok we know what that one is. The Eye is the beholding! Oooh. The Stranger. Did elias just kill leitner? Popping off honestly.

[the-wlw-cafe]

[E]nnui - a 2BA2 fanfic

Warnings: Self-harm, self-destructive behaviour, heavily implied suicidal ideation - there’s comfort in there too I swear!

Read it on ao3 here!

Another piece of her skin had come loose near her hips. It had to have happened a while ago, judging by the dust and dirt clinging to the adhesive on its underside. She hadn’t noticed it back then, being occupied with fighting for her life, the misery, the toil and pain and the war . But now, after the end of it all? Nothing would take her mind off it. She’d catch herself absent-mindedly tugging at the loose piece every now and then, or rather, Pod would catch her and admonish her in his usual robotic manner.

Alert: Continuing to irritate the area will cause further damage to unit A2. Proposal: Stop.

And he was right, of course, but that just made her want to throw a brick at him all the more.

(She also hadn’t noticed when she’d switched to referring to Pod as he instead of it, but he didn’t call attention to the change and she’d rather die than admit she th ought of him as anything but an annoyance.)

Well, Pod wasn’t here now. Being assigned to two units, he usually split his time between monitoring 2B and herself, or sometimes the pods just headed out by themselves to do God knows what. Maybe there was a part of A2 that wondered what they were up to, a part of her that might have been curious enough to ask about it lifetimes ago, but now? The task of having to ask and listen to a reply seemed insurmountable.

Shit, she really needed to trash something. Before, whenever such thoughts threatened to overtake her, she’d simply pick a fight with the first machine she saw, rinse and repeat until she was too exhausted to continue on or move or even think. But of course even that was taken from her as the machines were gone now. Not physically gone, of course, they were still dotted throughout the landscape, but they were empty. Just vacant shells, unmoving, staring off into space.

“They’re among the stars now”, 9S had said, as if that would explain anything. A2 hadn’t had the energy to ask for clarification. They kept their distance from each other anyway, since being in the other android’s presence dredged up emotions and red hot flashes of pain pain pain she no longer had a release for.

The sound of tools scraping and metal being torn and bent drifted to her from way down below. She came up here often now, to the window where she’d first awoken again. It was a long way down, and not for the first time she wondered whether the pods had placed her there intentionally. A second chance, and an easy way to refuse the gift. Again and again she found herself drawn to this spot, looking down until the instincts she was programmed with to keep her body safe flooded her system with dizziness that forced her to back away from the window. She used to feel so far away from everything here, but apparently, the real world had forced itself even into this space. The resistance had begun scrapping the empty machines down for parts, and even though she’d tried to help them initially just to have something to do, once she was actually faced with one of the shells, still faintly whirring with the machinery still ticking away in the rusty chassis but at the same time nothing going on inside, she felt like vomiting. An echo of the time she’d shared a mind with 2B, she supposed, she’d looked into the machine’s unseeing eyes and seen Pascal, seen the children, and she just couldn’t…

With an abrupt sting of pain she realized she’d been doing it again, finding that loose piece of skin and mindlessly tugging, only this time, Pod wasn’t here to tell her off. She gritted her teeth against the sting and began pulling, watching with an almost morbid fascination as the skin peeled to reveal more of the black exoskeleton underneath –

“Stop that.”

The sudden interruption startled A2 enough to actually obey, letting go of the abused patch of skin as if it had burned her. She turned towards the newcomer, one hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her sword she no longer had a use for. She relaxed incrementally when she found that it was 2B who’d snuck up on her, her hand uselessly coming to rest at her side. She wasn’t at ease, she figured she hadn’t been at ease since the day she was fabricated, but something about the combat model seemed to calm her – a sentiment she would have laughed at weeks ago, given the many times 2B had been sent to execute her only for A2 to destroy her again and again, each time coming closer and closer to defeat as 2B profited from combat experience while her own body degraded. But there was no way of sharing a mind, memories and decades of pain with another person without retaining some familiarity after the fact.

It was difficult to see the unfiltered version of 2B she’d experienced through her memories in the carefully schooled expression of the android in front of her. The version A2 had experienced loved fiercely, cared deeply, and was hurt beyond measure, but the 2B she saw now let almost none of that show. Calm, collected. The very model of a YoRHa executioner. A2 didn’t have to ask why 2B still saw the need to guard her expression so thoroughly. After all, it was the same reason why A2 cleaned and sharpened her weapons every day with more care than she’d ever afforded her own body, or why 9S had taken to painstakingly record ing all of his memory, each minute detail of e very day he experienced with pen and paper and was keeping this treasury of memories hidden under his pillow.

“You need maintenance”, 2B stated, taking tentative steps closer and, when A2 didn’t object, sat down beside her. She didn’t look at her, instead fixating on some point in the distance, beyond the grey husks of concrete buildings leaning heavily against each other, as if they might collapse at any moment. Her voice betrayed no emotion, but the faint golden glow of the lunar tear tucked neatly above her ear said otherwise, said it’d suit your stylish looks, said thank you for the flowers, said desert roses are beautiful, aren’t they. The grief A2 felt upon these echoes flashing through her mind might as well have been her own. They’d both lost so, so many people, and yet they were still here, alive even after having literally died. It was almost funny. Almost.

“Nah, I’ll be fine”, A2 said, “I’ve survived this long even with machines looking to destroy me at every turn, I won’t fall apart now.”

2B made a non-committal sound, and a long stretch of silence followed. A2 had to stifle an irrational urge to laugh, because for two people who literally had their minds melded at some point, they sure were bad at communicating. But the silence continued, gaping, deafening, and a strange anxiety rose in A2, a compulsion to fill it with something, anything, even though she knew that no words could ever do justice to the things she longed to express, the things that bubbled and churned inside her like a vile acid she needed to expel.

“I miss it.”

A2 was almost surprised that she had spoken. She might have been inclined to believe it was a hallucination caused by one of the many glitches she’d contracted over decades of neglect of maintenance, if 2B hadn’t turned to look at her, head slightly inclined to the side, encouraging her to go on.

Well, shit. The rat was out of the bag now, or whatever the humans used to say, so there was no point in backing down. A2 leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh, craning her neck to stare at the webbing of cracks along the ceiling, because making herself vulnerable was hard enough without looking into 2B’s face and seeing whatever pity or disdain she might be too slow to hide.

“I mean, the fighting. Always being on the move. Never having a moment of quiet, never having a moment alone with your own thoughts. I was so busy surviving that I didn’t have the time to ask myself why I was surviving in the first place. I think it was spite, mainly”, she added with a mirthless chuckle that sounded hollow in the empty room. “But now, with YoRHa gone and the war over, there’s nobody left to spite, and that leaves me with…”

She didn’t voice the nothing that was on the tip of her tongue, but it hung over them like a heavy, suffocating blanket nonetheless. Truly, how selfish was she, to prefer the never-ending suffering of the war over this peace, this chance for Anemone and her people to build something new, something substantial. She didn’t dare to open her eyes and face whatever 2B must be thinking of her, and this was new too: She cared now, cared what others thought of her, because now she ha d people with opinions to care about.

And yet, the silence continued, the tension reaching a fever pitch until A2 could be ar it no longer. She braced herself and turned to face the combat model once more, no matter what she –

Oh.

2B’s gaze was trained on the horizon once more, but she’d placed a gloved hand over A2’s own, her thumb rubbing comforting circles over the exposed exoskeleton.

A2’s core temperature spiked with embarrassment as she cleared her throat. “Yeah, I…I can’t actually feel that, sorry”, she huffed. “I don’t know how it is with you newer models, but my more delicate sensors were located directly under my outer skin and I lost that ages ago. So, yeah, it’s gonna take nothing short of shoving my hand between two moving gears to actually generate some feedback.”

“Oh. I’m…sorry”, 2B murmured, removing her hand to clench it in her lap in a demure gesture that was so unlike her it made A2 feel even worse. She’d never felt self-conscious about the state of her body before. She’d been frustrated, sure, when she found her capabilities steadily decreasing the more time she spent on the run, but she’d never felt so outright ashamed that she could hear her black box whirring in her ears, but now that her deficiencies had been brought into such stark contrast against 2B, perfect, pristine 2B -

“A2.”

2B’s firm voice pulled the attacker model out of her spiralling thoughts. 2B’s eyes were focused on the spot on her hip where she’d been subconsciously scratching at the loose patch of skin again. A2 clenched her blackened fingers into a fist, fighting against the overpowering compulsion to just rip it.

“You need maintenance”, 2B repeated, with more insistence than the first time.

“Are you still on about that?” A2 groaned, running a hand through her hair.

“You’re literally coming apart at the seams!” 2B hissed, and there was fervour there, a real concern.

“Don’t I know it”, A2 said, throwing her head back and barking out a laugh that was devoid of any happiness. She just wanted this conversation to be over, she wanted 2B to stop wasting her concern on her, she just…wanted everything to stop.

Another pause, and then…a sensation, a touch, ever so lightly, ever so softly, a pair of lips against her cheek. The contact lasted a second at the most, before 2B pulled back an inch, her face still so close that A2 could feel her breath ghosting over her skin as she spoke her next words.

“Can you feel this?”

A2 didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to, not when the staccato beat of her pulse and the stuttering of her breath spoke volumes. 2B slid closer to her now, sitting directly next to her so close close close that their thighs were touching and A2 could feel it and shit, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been touched with care, like she mattered, like she deserved any of it. Pressure was building in her throat and she clenched her fist tighter until she could hear the joints of her fingers cracking. And still, she leaned into the contact, closed her eyes and held onto that moment while it lasted.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing”, 2B said quietly. A2 couldn’t guess how much time had passed, how long they’d simply been leaning against each other.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, A2 lied without any conviction. She had no doubt 2B would be looking right through her.

“Refusing maintenance. Coming up here every day.”

A2 opened her eyes as an errant breeze blew in through the window. She squinted against it. It was a long way down.

“Anemone is worried about you. I – we all are.”

“Well, you’re wasting your time”, A2 bit out, her voice tight against that god-damn lump in her throat. Too much, it was all too much. She had to go, go…somewhere, anywhere. Away. Away from people who looked at her, saw right through her, right down to the very core of her as if she was made of glass. She made a motion to get up, but 2B grabbed her wrist and tugged her down harshly.

“A2, you deserve to be cared for.” 2B’s voice was still so quiet, but as unyielding as the concrete beneath them. “You deserve this”, she said, one hand coming to rest against A2’s cheek. The touch was nothing but gentle, and yet it felt scalding. She batted it away.

“You of all people should know how it feels. We’ve killed, more times than we could count, more times than can ever be forgiven, it’s the only thing we were made for and the only thing we’re actually good at, and you’re telling me I deserve anything?”

2B shrunk back as if she’d struck her, and immediately a cold wave of guilt washed over A2 and settled deep and heavy in her core. She knew 2B, she could still feel the disgust and self-hatred emanating off of her whenever A2 had addressed her as 2E, they’d shared the pain of killing her closest friend over and over and over again. A2 reached out, to touch 2B, to hold her perhaps, but she thought better of it. She wasn’t made for gentleness. Everything she touched fell apart.

“I’m sorry”, she mumbled, her words falling pathetically short.

“Appreciated”, 2B said through gritted teeth, her fingers clenched into the hem of her dress so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She was close enough to touch, and yet they were miles apart. A2 had broken them miles apart. She had broken them apart, and she had no idea how to fix this divide. She wasn’t made for fixing.

“Shit, 2B, that was a fucked up thing to say to you, I’m-”

2B silenced her laughable attempts with a single, stiff wave or her hand.

“You’re right.”

A2 immediately opened her mouth to protest, to silence whatever nonsense she’d put in the combat model’s head, but then she met her eyes, cold steel blue more fiery than ever, and any words she might have said wither ed on her tongue. She was fixed to the spot, unmoving.

“And if we really are one and the same, A2, then you’ll understand why I can’t bear another death.”

It was too much, it was far too intimate. A2’s first instinct was to deflect, this was her they were talking about, she’d hardly be missed by anyone, having outlived almost all who might at some point have cared about her. And 2B, especially 2B, whom she’d killed dozens of times…

Unbidden, the ugliest memories reared their head, flashes of deep, oozing slashes in 2B’s body as her teammates stumble over themselves in retreat, flashes of loosing herself in B-Mode when she couldn’t keep up with her opponent anymore, only coming to again when her form was beaten, bloodied and almost unrecognizable. The same nausea she’d felt when asked to dismantle the machine husks rose in her again, that feeling of wrong wrong wrong and she couldn’t stomach it, not even the thought of it…

This time, she caught herself. Her hand halfway to her hip, she froze, biting her lip to distract from the urge to just tear at pieces of herself. 2B noticed, of course she noticed, placing a hand over the damaged area. It was tender, and though every fibre of her being cried out that she didn’t deserve it she didn’t deserve it she didn’t deserve it she swallowed them down. Laid her hand atop 2B’s. Threaded their fingers together.

She watched 2B fail to hide a soft gasp, and it made something within her lurch in delight. She gave 2B’s hand a gentle squeeze, wishing now more than ever to be able to feel the warmth of her hand radiating through the smooth satin glove.

It was a stupid reason. It was as good as any other.

She allowed herself to rest in this moment for a few seconds longer, then she slowly rose to her feet, groaning under the aching of her stiff joints. How long had she been up here?

“Come on, let’s head back before Anemone sends out a search party”, she said, pulling 2B upright, and when she was standing, A2 was struck to the core when she saw her smile. It was a subtle, understated thing, barely even visible, but shit, if she could make 2B smile like that one more time she knew she’d be worth something more than the scrap metal she was made of.

She took one last look out of the window over her shoulder. She could barely stomach it – it was such a long, long way down.

Feeling 2B’s hand in hers.

Making her smile.

They were better reasons than spite, she decided.