#i’m in the pit and having a blast but Oh Boy

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

the russian sleep experiment was actually just tech week

[sturnsbaebackup]

SHY - M. STURNIOLO

summary: madi invites you to meet and hang out with the triplets at top golf, and you find yourself oddly nervous around matt.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

part 1 | part 2

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“please just come with me? i promise they’re nice guys,” madi begs you.

“i guess i’ll go… but you owe me big time madi,” you groan through the facetime call.

a smile grows on her face, “yay! thank you! you’re the best! the triplets are gonna pick me up at 12:30, and then i’ll have them pick you up after me. so expect us at around 12:45, okay?”

you sigh, “okay, perfect.”

“thank you again, y/n. i promise you won’t regret it,” she says and she hangs up to go get ready. you look at the clock and see that it’s 10:30, giving you about two hours to get ready. even if you don’t need that much time to get ready, you’d rather look your best than your worst. after curating the best outfit you can, you finish your makeup and hair, making sure you look halfway decent. it’s now about 12 and you take the next 45 minutes to mentally prepare yourself, seeing as you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of them.

your phone buzzes, grabbing your attention to madi’s contact on the screen letting you know they’re outside. you huff and grab your house keys and wallet, locking the door behind you as you exit. as you approach the car, you see two brunette boys in the front staring at their phone screens.

thankfully madi opens the door for you from the inside, drawing the attention of all three boys. “hi y/n! guys this is y/n, my favorite person ever so of course i wanted you guys to meet her,” madi smiles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“hi y/n! i’m nick,” nick smiles sweetly, immediately making you feel a little less nervous.

“hi nick! it’s really nice to meet you, and i love your hair,” you smile. immediately chris turns around in his seat to look at you, “and im chris, the best triplet don’t let them fool you,” he smiles, giving you a little head nod.

you chuckle slightly, “well it’s nice to meet you chris,” you say. lastly, matt turns his head to the right to look at chris smacking his shoulder for what he said. he then turns his head a little bit further to face you.

“and i’m matt, the only triplet who actually has their head screwed on,” he smiles at you. you let out a laugh, “well, it’s really nice to meet you matt,” you say. as he turns his head to face the front of the car you blush little, hoping to god that he didn’t see.

you all drive to top golf, blasting music the whole way there. you gradually feel the nerves leave your body as you quickly notice that they’re a very welcome group of people. but the one thing that won’t go away is the pit in your stomach every time matt speaks or even looks at you.

“you okay?” madi asks as you walk into top golf.

“yeah i’m actually doing great!” you smile, and she smiles back at you with a big soft grin. you, madi, and nick get caught up in a conversation while matt and chris get everything set up at the front desk. you’re all distracted, when suddenly chris comes over waving in your guys’ faces, basically jumping around with excitement.“come on guys let’s gooo!” he exclaims, dragging out the ‘o.’

you sit down at the table, and chris loudly calls dibs on the first hit. you watch him practice his swings, when suddenly the spot on the couch next to you dips in. you look to your left, and you see matt sitting with his arm around the back of the couch, and his right ankle resting on his left knee. that pit in your stomach appears again, and you quickly look away before he can realize you’re staring at him.

eventually everyone but you has gone, and you suddenly feel really nervous. “okay y/n, your turn!” chris exclaims.

“oh god, this is gonna be awful. i’ve never golfed before,” you nervously chuckle. you have a bad habit of playing with your fingers and jewelry when you’re nervous, and apparently its evident that you‘re doing that because matt seems to notice.

“here, i’ll help you,” he smiles, sticking his hand out to help you off of the couch. you gently take his hand, praying your hands aren’t clammy with nervous sweat. as you stand on the little faux grass, he stands a respectful distance behind you and places your hands in the right positions on the club. he then puts his hands not too far under yours, and you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. it’s beating so loudly in your ears that you assume matt can hear it too.

as matt tells you how to swing the club, you notice madi and nick giggling to themselves, with chris sitting next to them oblivious to their antics. you already know madi and nick are gonna hold this against both you and matt.

you both swing the club in unison, hitting the ball far across the green. you gasp, and immediately turn around to give matt a high five. as your hands touch, you can feel that pit coming back again. your cheeks are on fire and you know everyone can see it, so you immediately sit down next to madi who gives you a big, sneaky grin.

after another hour of golfing, which consisted of you trying to avoid matt at all costs, it begins to get dark out. “do you guys want to get dinner somewhere before we drop you guys off?” nick asks.

“sure! is that good with you guys?” matt asks, looking at you and madi. you both look at each other and nod, turning back to matt with smiles.

“oh fuck yes, thank god! i’m starving!” chris blurts out, making everyone let out a little laugh. you all drive to the closest in n out, and you and madi sit next to each other at the booth while chris waits at the counter for the food.

“we’ll get you guys your drinks. what do you guys want?” nick asks, gesturing to him and matt.

“i’ll take a sprite please,” you smile, sliding your cup to the end of the table. matt grabs it, seeing as nick already took madi’s cup.

“one sprite coming right up!” matt smiles at you, making you blush. “thanks matt,” you smile, biting your cheeks nervously. nick gives a look to madi, but you just ignore it. as nick walks away, immediately madi turns to you and starts shaking your shoulders. “oh my god! you and matt are so flirty!”

a lump begins to form in your throat, “w-what? what are you talking about?”

“oh don’t play stupid. it’s obvious that you’re both into each other! i mean the matt i know would never offer to help someone golf, or even get fill up their drink for them!” madi exclaims, watching closely to make sure the guys aren’t coming back.

“i- w- what?” you say, utterly at a loss for words. quickly madi shushes you, and turns back to face the boys. matt slides you your drink, and you thank him as he gets into the booth on the opposite side of you and madi.

nick sits next to you, leaving chris and open spot next to matt. eventually he brings the tray of food over and you all begin to dig in, sharing a couple of large fries as well. “oh y/n! can i get your insta? i had a lot of fun today,” nick blurts out with a smile, sliding his phone to you.

“oh yeah, can i have it too?” matt asks, making you bite your cheeks and nod as you look down at nicks phone.

“jeez guys, you’re making me feel so popular!” you joke, following yourself from nicks phone.

“well, you’re actually a really fun person, unlike madi. even if you’re god awful at golfing,” chris jokes. madi just flips him off and he and nick laugh.

“chris be nice! i think y/n is a pretty decent golfer,” matt says hitting chris’ arm. and once again, your cheeks flare up with heat.

“no no, he has a point,” you laugh, typing your insta into matt’s phone as you speak. as you do so, madi nudges your leg under the table making you squirm a little, but thankfully it goes unnoticed by everyone. after all three of them get your insta, you all clean up the table and head back into the car.

you and madi decided to spend the night at madi’s house to make it easier for the triplets to drop you guys off. as you and madi walk up her walkway, matt leans over chris and rolls down the passenger window, “bye guys! it was really nice to meet you y/n!”

“it was nice to meet you guys too!” you smile, waving them off as they drive away.

“see! i told you he’s into you, y/n!” madi winks, making you roll yours eyes.

“yeah yeah, whatever,” you laugh, laying down on madi’s bed. as you scroll through insta, you get a dm from nick.

hey y/n! we had a lot of fun today, and we were wondering if you and madi wanted to be in a video next week? you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i know that we’d all love to see you again!

of course you show madi the dm, and that sneaky grin from before appears on her face again. “say yes! say yes!” she says, practically jumping around her room.

“what the hell is that smirk on your face for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“what smirk?” she plays dumb, holding back her laughter.

“that one! you’re doing it again! i swear to god madi! you better tell me what the hell is going on, or else i’m gonna seriously slap you!” you exclaim.

“fine! fine! but i’ll only tell you if you say yes to nick first,” she shrugs.

“okay…” you oblige, anxious to hear madi’s answer. she watches as you press send, and immediately you throw your phone somewhere on the bed and look her in the eyes. “now tell me what’s going on madi!”

“well… me and nick noticed the obvious connection between you and matt… so we may or may not have set up a plan to try and get you guys to fall in love by hanging out more…” she bashfully admits, making your jaw drop.

“madi filipowicz!” you say, playfully hitting her with one of her pillows.

“well… looks like you’ll be seeing him on tuesday, so no getting out of it now!” she laughs, showing you nicks reply to your dm. you groan and shove your faces into the pillows in an attempt to hide your now rose colored cheeks.

“i hate you madi.”

“mhm, sure you do.”

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don’t forget to go read part 2!!

[bittersw33t-lotus]

Bloody Hell!

Tommyinnit x Fem! reader

Cw: bloody nose, Tommy feeling immensely guilty, takes place in the “I Brought A Trampoline Park” video, mentions of reader being a female, uses of woman, jokes of physical fights (uses of woman beater as a joke)

Tommy had invited you to join him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and George to go and play at a trampoline park Tommy rented for the day. You agreed and got dressed I’m comfortable clothes before they picked you up and drove to the place.

(So sorry for disappearing for a long time guys. I just fell out but I’ll try my best to get back into posting again. I have a whole bunch of unfinished works I need to finish.)

When you all arrived you walked in and got anti-slip socks before preparing to film. After we settled we got straight to filming our antics. We bang jumping and playing doge ball, Tommy and I kept aiming for each other the most but missing most of the shots all while shit-talking to one another. The day was going good and you were having a blast when you and Tommy decided to battle each other on one of the courses. You had to balance on a beam holding soft but pretty solid foam barrels that had handles you could hold onto, you had to try your best to hit and knock your opponent off the plank all while keeping your balance to avoid falling off. Who ever fell first won, so that’s what you and Tommy decided to do to see who was the best.

The George was already filming you two as you walked towards eachother on the plank. You had a pretty good balance on the plank, Tommy seemed to be struggling a bit to which you teased him for. As Ranboo and Tubbo stood on the sides with George watching the match, they began to cheer for you chanting your name, it gave you a bit of a boost in your ego. “The game hasn’t even started and you’re already struggling? Weak.” You teased as Tommy glared at you.

“Fuck you bitch!” Tommy yells out as the charges you and swings his barrel but they were kinda heavy and Tommy isn’t very strong and fast so you blocked his hit. With your barrel still maintaining your balance and making Tommy wobble a bit. You two fought and swung the barrels the best you could. You were pretty obviously winning with how balanced you were and how much Tommy was struggling. Before you could knock him off Tommy gave one last powerful swing but swung upwards as you aimed downwards. Tommy tried to hit your chest but you ended up kneeling down a bit causing the barrel to hit you square in the face. Tommy screams as you finally knocked him off and landed in the foam pit, you fell shortly after him technically declaring you the winner. As you landed in the pit you you felt a slightly painful stinging sensation buzz in your nasal area but you tried to brush it off not thinking much of it. Ranboo, George and Tubbo were showing their dissatisfaction at the results of the battle as they sighed obnoxiously. “You were so close to winning (yn)!” Tubbo says as he flails his arms.

You get up and out of the pit as you laugh. “Well technically, Tommy fell first and I call it a foul cause he hit me in the face.” You say as you felt, what you thought was snot running down your nostril, was warm and much more liquified than normal.

As you tried sniffing it in, it was rendered useless as it dribbled down to your lips and chin before dripping on your sweater. You look down as see that it was not in fact snot, it was actually blood. “Oh shit.” You muttered in surprise. You weren’t too worried about it since you kinda half expected yourself to bleed however the others didn’t think so.

“Oh fuck, you’re bleeding!” George says aloud, as he turns to you unknowingly recording you standing there with blood leaking from your nose and dripping on your sweater. George’s words catchthe attention of the other three boys and a few employees that were near by keeping watch of you and your friends.

Tommy eyes widened as covers his mouth with his hands. “Oh, bloody hell!” Tommy exclaims dramatically as he walks up to you. You take your sleeve and quickly cover your nose as you wave your hand.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt.” You try and brush them off but it doesn’t do much to calm Tommy. Tubbo and another employee go to the bathroom to fetch you some paper towels as Tommy just stands beside you freaking out and muttering apologies over and over again. George and Ranboo just stand there and talk about your bloody nose for a comedic bit for the video making fun of how much Tommy’s freaking out while you’re just they’re acting like nothing.

Eventually you get some paper towels and you head off to the bathroom to clean yourself up and get the bleeding under control. While the other wait for you they sit in the lounge area.

George shoves the camera in Tommy’s face and decides to make a good bit out of it. “How does it feel to know you just hit a woman and made her bleed.” George teases. Tommy looks at him with a blank stare before his face contorts to a ‘are you fucking for real?!’ Face.

“It was a fucking battle we were suppose to hit each other!” Tommy shouts as George, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh.

“Yeah but you won’t supposed to hit her in the face.” Ranboo says as Tommy groans and covers his face.

“I wasn’t trying to hit her face but she leaned down as I swung. I swear it was an accident!” Tommy cries out and he pretends to sob. “Genuinely tho I feel bad, I didn’t know she would lean down-” Tommy rambles as you come out of the bathroom with your sweater in hand now just sporting you t-shirt and a piece of tissue plugged up in your nostril.

“I got the bleeding under control finally but my sweater is covered in blood, looks like I murdered someone.” You joke as you approach the group. Tommy gets up rushes you like a mad man before engulfing you in a hug.

“I’m so so fucking sorry I swear I didn’t mean to hit you! It was an accident I swear.” He say but you quickly shut him up as you grasp his shoulder.

“Tommy chill out man, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to and besides I’m not mad about it, it’s just a bloody nose.” You say as shrug your shoulders. “However, if you broke my nose. It’d be a different story.” You joke but Tommy didn’t seem to think you were as he’s eyes widened a bit in shock and fear. You laugh and gently nudge his side. “I’m kidding Tom, I could never be angry with you.”

Tommy laughs in relief but also with a mix of nervous laughter not knowing if you really could be mad or not if that were to happen. After that the rest of the day filming and jumping around was fun. After it was over, you and Tommy drove back to his place after picking up some food and snacks to eat while you watch a movie and edit the video. After a couple hours of editing the video (ik Tommy has his own editor but just bear with it for the story) he finally decided to wrap it up and finish the rest of it tomorrow. You both sat down on the couch and watched movies you both wanted to watch.

A few days after the video finally came out. Everyone made an inside joke with the nose bleeding incident and titled Tommy to be a woman beater which was of course used lightly not really taken to heart. You laugh about it too and occasionally joke about it joking that Tommy beat the hell out of you.

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“You guy remember when Tommy punched me and made me bleed from my nose-“

“Oh my god! I did not, it was a fucking accident and it was with a foam pillar!”

[teymars]

Imagine reader giving birth to twins boys

they become 14YO, and they are famous in the clan as troublemakers and Neteyam and reader have to deal with them ..

Ah isn’t that CUTE!!!

THIS IS SUCH A CUTESIE IDEA !!

-no warnings, just some fluff, family dynamics & sweet Dad(dy)!Neteyam (also mentions of bullying + fights if that counts??)

Loud caterwauling blasted throughout the camp, reaching you and Neteyam from within your family-hut. You glanced at your mate, resisting the incredible urge to roll your eyes, there were only two possible candidates for the source of that noise.

“Pshh, I’ll go sort it out, again.” Neteyam sighed, chucking his hands up in defeat. He quickly rose from his spot next to you and hightailed it to the awaiting ‘crime’ scene. For the past few weeks, your twin 14 year-old sons had been causing fights consistently amongst the clan’s young trainees.

You crouched for a moment, subconsciously counting down the moments before your lover’s deep, authoritative voice boomed over the ruckus outside. “BOYS, GET OVER HERE!!” The scolding your two son’s were now receiving increased in volume as Neteyam dragged them both by the neck, back into your hut.

“Ma ‘Teyam-” he cut you off swiftly “How many times do I have to repeat myself to you two?? You can’t just go around fighting people!” Neteyam bellowed, his tail thrashing angrily behind him.

“Sorry, Sir. It was my fault.” Tsyalu, the youngest twin, piped up bashfully. He tried hard to avoid his fathers menacing gaze. “That’s bullsh- ugf’ come on bro, you and I both know Rahaylo deserved it!” The eldest, Myerìn, blurted without shame, barely managing to dodge using ‘foul language’ infront of both his parents.

“Enough, I don’t care wether it was ‘deserved’. Tsy, you have to stop taking the heat for this skxawng! And YOU-” Neteyam gestured to a smirking Myerìn “-need to quit causing trouble, you read me??” Both boys nodded silently before stalking off to different parts of the hut.

You had observed the scolding, originally aiming to hold back a chuckle of amusement, until something in Tsy’s gaze and the way he spoke left you irked. You sat quietly beside him, assisting in preparing the fruits for dinner. Thankfully neither him nor his brother had been injured in the skirmish, you noted.

“What is the matter, sweet child?” You cooed, stroking the side of his cheek as slight tears swelled in his defeated eyes. “It’s nothing, mama..” the boy assured you, trying to hide his face. “Don’t be silly Tsyalu, you can tell me what’s wrong.” You encouraged, faintly aware of your husband’s ears flicking in interest at your conversation, as he watched from his place by the fire-pit.

“Well, we only keep fighting-” he broke off in a quiet sob “-be-because Rahaylo has been bullying me..” Both you and Neteyam fell stock-still at his words, feeling an onslaught of guilt overcome you. “Yea, and Dad told us to stick up for ourselves, so we did.” Myerìn informed, rather nonchalantly. Neteyam looked almost shell-shocked, having realised the poor communication that led to all this.

He moved closer to where you and both your sons were now crouched, reaching down to rest a hand on each boy’s shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sorry, boy. I had no idea.. why didn’t you say anything about this though? Violence is not a good way to solve these issues.” Neteyam offered, sounding solemn. “I- we didn’t want you to think we are weak, we thought you’d be proud of us, because we are brave like you.”

“Oh, Tsy..” you whispered, feeling ashamed that your children ever had to feel that way. “I am proud of you, both of you. So is your mother.. we just don’t want to see you both fighting all the time.” Your mate assured them, providing both with a warm embrace. “It is okay to come to us when somebody causes you trouble, we will help you, I promise.” He continued, allowing you to curl up at his side, joining the family hug. They both hummed in understanding.

“We are pretty brave though, right Dad?” Tsyalu whispered. “Just like you?” Myerìn added, hopefully. “Of course you are! You’re the bravest little warriors this clan has ever seen.” You and Neteyam chirped, nuzzling both boy’s foreheads affectionately. The twins smiled contentedly, feeling relieved as they relished within their father’s hard-earned approval.

“Sooo, who won?” Neteyam mused, smirking at his sons pridefully. “Neteyam!” You chided, smacking the back of his head playfully.

“Oel ngati kameie, my sons.”

Sorry this is a little short, I hope it lives up to what you had in mind! 🤍

Neteyam be getting some insane flashbacks 😭

[ratinthebins]

there’s a lot of debate of which ninja is the most traumatized and I honestly can’t decide, so I’m gonna list all the trauma I remember. Feel free to add anymore I missed.

Kai

Parentless

raised his sister by himself and had to run a blacksmith shop as a teen to make ends meet

his sister got kidnapped

Got hit with snake venom and was high for awhile

got stuck in a collapsing volcano

the whole birthday human piñata thing

saw his brother explode (rip Zane)

ends up falling in love with a villain

loses his powers

gets tricked by said villain and almost destroys Lloyd with the power staff

gf turned into a snake

got teased about what happened to his parents

(still parentless)

fails to protect his possessed brother

is forced to fight said possessed brother

nearly drowns

gets swarmed by psycho fangirls (s6)

finds out his parents may be traitors

truly believes his parents are traitors and tries to stab them

father gets hit my the time punch

is forced to go back in time and watches Master Wu be lost to time

watches his best friend fall off the bounty and “die” (and literally can’t do a thing)

loses his powers (again)

gets thrown into a bunch of walls

literally has to summon his fire or everyone will DIE

watches everyone get turned to ice sculptures

Loses powers and gets turned into a cube o7

gets pelted with rocks

sister turns into the sea

gets in a car crash

turns into a Crystal zombie

oh, and he gets hit by a giant blast and thrown into the distance, then nearly gets killed by dragons.

Jay

Turns into a snake man

Gets tied up and nearly hit by a train

has a pointless love triangle where he breaks up with his best friend

literally resents him the whole time but is secretly sad

said best friend sacrifices himself and Jay has to watch him be thrown into the pit below rip

is adopted

Bio dad is dead (dead as hell)

bio mom is gone (who knows where)

he’s just motherless

Spider tries to eat him

literally gets tortured by a bunch of pirates

loses his ex gf to a super hot djinn

watches Nya die

is traumatized by even the mention of time travel (s7)

adoptive mom gets kidnapped

is so traumatized that he just becomes emotionally depleted and is okay with a dragon eating him???

watches best friend literally fall into a cloud of darkness and can’t even do anything

almost falls into lava

watches his whole family and gf get cubed

gets sacrificed to a sea beast (which isn’t technically real but still)

almost drowns

literally almost dies because water in lungs

gf turns into the sea

is depressed for awhile

grows a beard

Gets turned into a Crystal zombie

‼️‼️SPOILER‼️‼️amnesia

Cole

Mother died when he was a child

Which lead to a bad relationship with his father

ran away and climbed a mountain in his grief

nearly got killed by a dragon

got mind controlled and was forced to fight his friends/ninja brothers

had a weird love triangle

lost powers

sacrificed himself for Jay

turned into a ghosty boi

got kidnapped by the sons of Garmadon

falls off the bounty and nearly gets frozen in the oni cloud

feels so responsible for losing the travelers tea that he literally climbs up a snowy mountain without sleeves-

gets cubed in a video game

is attacked by a creature wearing his moms locket

no one believes him

despite all the crazy things that have happened

gets thrown to the bottom of the mountain

Gets in a car crash

crystal Zombie time

Zane

Fatherless

wandered for like 10 years-

had amnesia

everyone calls him “weird”

is actually a nindroid

bird robot dies several times

btw his dad is actually alive

falls in love with a robot girl

literally gives her half of his heart

sacrifices himself to protect those he loves and all of ninjago

is rebuilt only to be kidnapped

gf is scrapped and now lives in his head

dies again because smartphones aren’t real (s7)

nearly dies from being thrown off the cliff by someone who was essentially supposed to be himself

Had visions about his literal banishment

gets banished to the never realm

loses memories and is manipulated

commits mass genocide

nearly assassinated

Gets electric shocked and hooked up to power a giant machine

turns off emotions because of Nya becoming a mermaid

crystal zombie

literally locked in a imperium temple for years (but doesn’t remember a thing???)

Nya

Lost both her parents at a young age

was kidnapped

becomes samurai X because she wanted to help and the others wouldn’t let her

im not even going to talk about s3

gets hunted down by Chen’ forces

is actually the water ninja

unlocks her true potential before everyone can die

is forced to deal with misogyny at every turn because she’s the “girl ninja”

gets possessed by the spirit of Delara

dies

someone steals her samurai suit

her parents are alive

she watches her family and bf die

has to deal with survivors guilt when Cole “dies”

is forced to confront her powers once again in s12

gets cubed

watches her bf get flirted with and he doesn’t do anything

Becomes a Queen despite not wanting to???

watches bf get sacrificed

Misses her mom but she’s been gone so long things have changed

sacrifices herself to save Jay

turns into the sea

amnesia

is alive again but is separated from Jay once again (merge)

Lloyd

Mom left him at a boarding school as a baby

dad is evil

Is mistreated and opens a serpentine tomb

gets gatekeeped, gaslight and girlbossed by a purple snake

kidnapped

nearly dies because he’s forced to retrieve a fang blade

almost dies in a volcano

Hes destined to defeat his father btw

and fight him

Son vs father

loses his childhood to save his friends

mother is alive

has to fight his father and destroy the overlord

friend group breaks up after Zane dies

Recently redeemed father dies because Lloyd has to banish him to the cursed realm

gets possessed by his cousin

gets thrown into a river and nearly drowns

says a final goodbye to his father

gets really old

isnt old anymore

is forced into a leadership role and no one cares

falls in love with this really pretty, nice girl

oops

shes evil

she beats him up and brings his father back from the dead (only the evil part)

his father beats him up and leaves him for dead

watches family be crushed

is forced top into leadership again and confronts loss

fights his father one last time and defeats him narrowly

Is forced to work with and babysit his evil dad

is so traumatized by Harumi that his trust issues are heightened

distrusts a Wolf girl but works with her

she kisses him and then he leaves (for good?)

Is forced to fight video game Harumi and they kill each other (poetic but cruel)

is cubed

sneaks into Cole’s bedroom just to tell him how much he distrusts the new princess

sister gets turned into the sea

works at Starbucks?

his ex gf is alive and pissed

dad loves a plant more than him

father plays dead and Lloyd turns into a demon goat man

Gets separated from his whole family in the merge

gets a vision of his family’s grave

gets high, beats the shit out of some bad guys and passes out

probably traumatized after that

[kinopera]

its THE VOICES. THE VOICES i have so much nanami brainrot rn

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summary: you’re popular, and most likely a slut, but there’s only one person you go back to for sex. and who’d guess that it would be the quiet, moody guy who’s basically invisible? the entire campus had already burst into flames knowing that nanami’s your roommate, no one can find out that he’s your fuckbuddy too.

tags: includes explicit content! dom!nanami, sub(fem)reader, blowjobs, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, petnames, i’m really not sure what to tag atp

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you know you’re being petty.

you know damn well what’s happening tonight.

the thing is, you simply don’t give a second fuck.

you bat your eyelashes subtly, your chin resting on your palm. you laugh at a joke that one of the guys crowding around you uttered, he’s cackling at his own joke while you try to fake a laugh.

pathetic.

you blow a seductive kiss towards another college frat boy while he’s clearly interested, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down, eyes focusing on your cleavage. you roll your eyes internally, but keeping up his flirty facade nonetheless. your charisma seems to be unrealistically tremendous, attracting almost the entire cafeteria.

the whole cafeteria, except for him.

nanami scowls, glaring at you and your ring of college frat boys surrounding you. the various melodies blasting through his headphones still weren’t able to drown out the fury racing through his head, instead being pushed to the back as background noise.

nanami freezes instantly as a seemingly cocky bastard of a student sits you down right into his lap, a swirl of rage dizzying him. his first thought was: “what the fuck,” and his second was, “i’ll kill them both.”

you glance sultrily towards nanami’s direction, eyelashes covering your hooded eyes. you tilt your head, smirking ever so slightly, resulting in a horribly enraged nanami. you feel nanami’s death stare stab you in the back of his head; and you already know that this was definitely a royal fuck-up. you can already predict that nanami is probably already thinking of different ways to make you beg for forgiveness—and possibly, his cock—by the time you go back to your shared flat. by continuing this show with his glare spearing through the back of your head, you would only be digging yourself further into the pit.

it’s entirely your own choice.

“hey.. isn’t your roomie staring a lil’ much? i mean, dudes’ kind of a dork.” you pull yourself away from a guy’s lips.

“he’s just jealous. he’s nothing without me, anyway.” you reply nonchalantly, tidying and patting his white, crinkled shirt down before winking at her.

you continue flirting, and nanami grips his ballpoint pen tighter. the revision papers under his laptop seem to crumple as his rage grew, but it’s probably the university student crushing them subconsciously. his anger seems to accelerate, until a point where he physically couldn’t watch you grind and shove your cleavage onto a guy pushed up against a cafeteria table anymore.

he shoots up, and storms out of the cafeteria in a fit of violent fury.

you pull away from said guy, snickering as you watch nanami’s silhouette barging out. you wipe the smeared lipstick off your lips with the back of his hand, winking at the panting guy pinned onto the table. satisfied, you saunter out, leaving the various frat groups behind to fawn over you.

—

“y/n.”

nanami breathes, watching as his roomie enters their shared apartment. your keys rattle ever so slightly against the trinkets and keychains latched onto the metal ring, eyes scanning his current situation.

placing his valuables and bag down onto the table, you eye nanami manspreading in the gaming chair in front of you up and down. you gulp. oh well, you knew what you was getting into. you knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped foot through the front door. you just never realised that it would be this intense.

nanami had always given you a space to breathe, how were you supposed to know that this time; it would be different?you had always known that he didn’t enjoy watching you fool around with others (and you mostly did it to rile him up), but both you and nanami knew that both of you enjoyed the overwhelmingly good sex that came with it, as much as you would never admit it.

“sit.”

you oblige to nanami’s request, lowering yourself down tentatively onto the couch, gripping a cushion nearest to the front door and furthest from him. he watches with hooded eyes, a glint of light reflecting off. your gaze drags slowly from your roommate’s eyes to down onto his chest, the unbuttoned campus uniform showing his mildly toned muscles. nanami sits on his gaming chair, leaning back with his legs spread. your eyes scan down his body, fixating on the bulge just slightly blocking the man’s pelvis. nanami lets a lazy grin form across his face, he knows that you’re checking him out, it’s too obvious.

you squeezes his legs inwards, tightening the grip your hands had on one another. you feels a single drop of cold sweat run down the back of your neck, and another shiver run down your spine. you’re definitely going to end up crying this time, he knows it. god, where did all your confidence go this time?

nanami locks eye contact with you, but you’re quick to break it off. your gaze darts around, never really focusing on anything for more than a few seconds, desperately trying to take attention off the very-much-dominant male in front of him and the concentrated volume of heat and throbbing rushing towards your lower body.

“would you like to tell me what you did wrong, or do i have to force it out of you?” nanami heaves, crossing his arms. His veins are even more prominent than before, and you internally swear that if you hadn’t been sitting, your knees would’ve buckled at the mere sound of his voice. you know very well that you can’t form a word for shit in front of this version of nanami, and you’re quite sure nanami knows of this too.

silence.

“guess we’ve really gotta do it the hard way, yeah?”

—

nanami doesn’t resist as you move down his torso, sinking onto your knees that created a dull thud on the floorboards beneath you both. the entire apartment was dead silent except for the faint noise of pop music that probably came from a party not more than 3 blocks away, but both of you took it as just simply background music. nanami glances at the mop of hair below him, messy from your makeout session in the cafeteria, seething his rage even more. you’re probably near your limit too, your nimble fingers clumsily undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his trousers. nanami watches tentatively, smirking. since when were you ever this eager?

“slow down, sweetheart. i’m not going anywhere.”

“you really shouldn’t be calling me ‘sweetheart’ in this situation, nanamin.” you manage to stutter out, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

nanami replies with a close lipped grin.

you let out a shaky breath before your lips wrap around the head, teasing at first, probably because this has happened way too many times for you to enjoy it. he watches from above, slowly guiding you around his cock, as if this was the first time you’ve given him a blowjob. you wraps your hand on the remaining length, covering what your mouth can’t.

“fuck,” nanami mutters once you take in half of him, head bobbing slightly as your hand wraps around what your lips don’t. you’re too busy with his craft to notice that nanami watches oh-so-sweetly from above, or to even care.

“insulting me in public with that pretty mouth of yours,” nanami sighs as he leans forward, whispering, “but look what i can do with it in private.”

you roll your eyes, masking the fact that those words definitely caused a major shiver to run down the curve of your back. determined to return the favor, you take nanami into the hilt, fuck: not many can take him that far.

nanami closes his eyes, struggling to picture something that’ll help push him nearer to the edge, but nothing good comes to mind. he ends up opening his eyes after a short while, glancing down at you. the way your head bobs, the way your cherry lips look stretched around him, it’s almost enough to push him over that line.

you then take him on all the way, making that little choking sound, eyes fluttering shut as they tear up, and–

and nanami heaves just a little harder, and groans just a little louder. his gaze meets yours. they’re blown out, tears running down his cheeks and drool gathering near the corner of his mouth, spilling out onto him.

“f-fuck.”

you choke, but eventually manage to deepthroat nanami successfully, your own throat going lax. nanami lets out a short gasp, he’s never gotten used to something so completely and utterly captivating.

you know that nanami’s close from muscle memory, and you start gently pulling yourself off. you’re caught off guard, however, when nanami’s palm slams into the back of your head, pushing you even further into the hilt. you choke, gripping the fabric of nanami’s pants as his grip around your hair tightens. it seemed as if the world was spinning as you raced for nanami’s orgasm.

it’s strong when he finally comes, right down your throat. you do a good job of swallowing and nanami finds himself slightly trembling with the force of his orgasm. it’s only then when you notice how painfully you needs physical relief from your sexual frustration when he notices the throbbing under your skirt and your soaked panties, while nanami seems to realise this too.

“it’s your turn, help me with this.” you pant, losing quite a bit of of his voice. nanami hums.

“only because you worked that pretty mouth of yours so hard for me, didn’t you?”

—

you find yourself spread open on the gaming chair after switching positions with nanami. your hands tied tight with his tie above you, you’re blindfolded with another hideous patterned tie, —how many of these ugly leopard print ties does he own?—being shaken from your train of thought as you feel his touch on your inner thigh.

he drags his touch slowly, grazing against your core very few seconds. you shudder as his fingers inch closer to your clit, getting frustrated as he purposely misses all point. he draws small circles along your slit with the pad of his thumb, blowing cold air as you clamp around nothing.

“god, nanamin.. can you j-just fuck me already?” you manage to whimper out, the lack of stimulation forcing you into submission. you feel him chuckle lightly, internally cursing him out for placing you in such a position. you’re embarrassed, and it’s for real this time.

you gasp softly as he removes his fingers, replacing their presence with his nose and tongue as he dives in, deep. you try muffling your moans by biting your lips, trying not to alert neighbours.

your actions proved inevitable, letting out a pornographic moan as nanami grips your thighs, pushing his nose against your clit and his tongue into your slit. your wrists buckle against each other as you suck in air through your teeth, toes curling. you grind your hips again his face, feeling a sense of urgency to finally release. nanami feels you throb against the tip of his nose, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he eats you out.

“calm down, sweetheart.” nanami chuckles against you, vibrations sending shivers up your spine, “you just can’t wait to take my cock, can you?”

“y-yeah, whatever, n-nanami..”

you let out a shaky breath as you hear the clinking of a belt buckle dropping to the floor, as well as the frantic rustling of nanami’s clothes falling to the ground. there’s a rush of excitement and urgency that runs through your veins as you feel nanami’s rough palms grab you by the hips, noticing his bare cock pressing up against your slit.

nanami groans as he enters tentatively, completely opposite to the attitude in his voice before. your senses are heightened, nanami’s groans and grunts of your name ringing beside your ears. you feel as his cock stretches you out, filling you up while the pleasure closes.

“o-oh, fuck.”

your hands balled into fists, digging into your own skin. small crescent marks formed along your palm as the chair constantly shakes back and forth, coupled with the dirty sounds of the squelch of his cock and your cunt. pants, groans and moans filled the room as you grind and angle your hips at a degree, nanami thrusting harder and deeper each time.

“gon’ stuff you f-full, g-god.. y/n..”

you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as he hammers along your swollen clit, watching as your fluids flow out as he plugs into you, both drowing in each other’s arousal. you see sparks each time he rails into you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

you release a pornographic yell once his tip hits a certain spot, back arching against the angle. nanami lets out a breathy chuckle as his nails dig into your thighs, his tempo speeding up. stars float around hour vision as your throat goes slack, feeling your tongue hang out for being fucked dumb by your roommate.

you feel a familiar rising heat as nanami rams into you, his pelvis wet from constantly thwacking against your core. you press your back against the chair as you let the desire for an orgasm take over, feeling how close nanami is too. his thrusts gradually grow sloppier, but his grip on your waist never loosens while he grunts your name over and over again.

you feel his grip release, as he drags his sweaty palms along your waist down to your pelvis. there isn’t enough time for you to think before he presses right down onto your uterus, feeling the tip of his cock shoved right into the neck of your cervix. your back arches as nanami rubs your lower stomach, a lazy grin on his face as he admires his work. you’re so full, and it’s because of him. he knows that it’s him, only he can fully satisfy you, him and his cock. you tug at the unbelievably tight tie binding your wrists together, panting and crying out a string of breathy moans, before finally reaching your climax.

nanami continues to thrust rapidly, chasing his high while you saw stars. you feel tears slowly prick up against your eyes and the tie blindfolding you, oversensitivity finally taking its effect on the both of you. you feel the sheer strength of his orgasm as nanami reaches his high, your abused cunt filled to the brim as a mix between both your juices spill out.

wet, sloppy squelches seem to fill up the room as the ringing aftermaths fill your ears, both of you still trying to catch your breath. nanami finally regains control of his hip, gradually slowing down and stopping eventually. he lets out an airy chuckle as he notices how you’re still tied up, and removes his tie from your head.

you giggle briefly, still feeling the high of achieving your orgasm. you would never admit it, but you’re quite sure nanami’s the only one who’s ever got you to reach your high. you lay back against the chair, muscles relaxing as your gaze fixated on nanami’s breathing, and how his chest rises along with his heaves.

“-so, something about me being a dork ..?”

“s-shut up.”

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“WE ARE M・T・T・B” - Chapter 2

📍 HAMA House - Living Room

Chihiro: Thanks for waitin’, guys! Chii got Ten-cham right here~!

Muneuji - Toi - Kiroku: ………

Ten: Uhh, you said you got something you wanna say?

Muneuji: Natsuyaki-san, can you explain to us why we were chosen to be your dance team’s members?

Kiroku: …….Yeah……

Toi: I’d like to know too…..! I feel so unworthy to be chosen to stand on stage with Chii-sama, it’s like I’m letting down all the other Chiitizens out there……

Chihiro: Chii picked Munecchi ‘cause there’s endless potential in his gorgeous face that’s hidden under that helmet, you see~

Chihiro: As for Kirokkuma~, it’s ‘cause we’re both TuRyStA stans ♪

Muneuji: Turysta……?

Toi: It’s Chii-sama’s favorite brand……!

Chihiro: And you, Tonya~, you always come to Chii’s meet-and-greets, so it’s natural that Chii wants to talk and get to know you more~!

Toi: Ch-Chi-Chii-sama…..!

Chihiro: Plus, with this team lineup, Chii just knows that both practice and performing’s gonna be super duper fun~

Muneuji: I see. If that’s the case, I’m in.

Ten: Huh, so you actually agree…

Kiroku: ……、……。

Muneuji: I’m almost entirely inexperienced with this kind of dancing. Have we decided on a style to go with yet?

Chihiro: Nope, not yet, Chii was hoping we could all discuss it together~ If you guys got any ideas, feel free to share.

Ten: Oh, I’ve got one. I feel kind of cringe showing my face so I’d prefer to hide it. Can we wear masks or something?

Chihiro: Ten-cham, you’re quite the shy boy yourself, aintcha~? You hid your face in our last dance vid too.

Kiroku: ……! I think….. masks….. are a good… idea. I’d like to keep my face hidden too….

Chihiro: Is that so….?

Chihiro: Ah! How ‘bout we all wear masks? That’d make us really stand out!

Toi: This could help with calming our nerves too! I’d love to have some cute masks…..

Muneuji: In that case, Kinugawa should be in charge of designing them. He can come up with some eye-catching designs.

Chihiro: Munecchi, that’s a brilliant idea! Kirokkuma, can you handle this?

Kiroku: Um…. I can do…. that kind of…. stuff……

Chihiro: Big thanx ♪ Any other ideas? C’mon guys, give Chii some more!

Toi: Ah, how about a show-stopping, idol-styled dance!?…. I think…. that’d be cool.

Chihiro: True true, havin’ a blast is our main goal, but we can’t forget some glitz to make it interesting too now, can we~!? What’d ya think, Munecchi?

Muneuji: I have no other specific suggestions. But if we’re doing this, I’m planning to give it my best.

Muneuji: Since this is a competition after all, a place where our skills are pitted against others, we should take it seriously.

Chihiro: Munecchi, you’re more of a go-getter than Chii thought! But no need to be too tense ‘bout it~! We’re mostly in this for the fun factor ♪

Chihiro: (Last time I went all in, I ended up dragging the entire Evening Group down with me….)

Kiroku: ……、……。

Chihiro: How ‘bout you, Kirokkuma? Any suggestions? Requests are fine too.

Kiroku: I….. um…..

Kiroku: (A competition……dancing in front of other people…. I’m not used to this. I don’t like being the center of attention…..)

Toi: Hehe, Kiro-chan has great reflexes, so he’ll probably pick up dancing pretty quickly.

Kiroku: ！？

Ten: Kiro-chan? The hell, that’s kinda cute. Is that what people call him?

Toi: That’s right. We used to live near each other. So my dear brother, Kiro-chan, and I were good friends~

Chihiro: Seriously~? That’s so cool! Maybe Chii will start calling you Kiro-chan too ♪

Kiroku: Ah…… Haah.

Muneuji: By the way, what about the music?

Chihiro: We could always go with many of the existing banger tracks out there buuuut Chii’s plannin’ to ask Mister unlove for some help.

Chihiro: Since it’s Chii’s pitch, all the choreos will be handled by Chii as well~

Toi: We- We have to come up with our costumes’ designs too….!

Chihiro: Right! Maybe Sakujii can help us out with that? Let’s all bring our costume ideas to the next meeting!

Ten: ……Well then, guess we’re calling it here~

Kiroku: ……。

Kiroku: Natsuyaki….san.

Chihiro: Kirokkuma ♪ Thanx for your awesome work out there.

Kiroku: …..Y-You…. too. U-Um…. I have some….. design sketches…. ready.

Chihiro: Hello!? That was only asked just this afternoon, why are you so fast!?

Chihiro: …..Forreal? And this quality is sooo rad too….!

Nanaki: Oh, Natsuyaki-san. I’ve got the basic outline for the song you asked for. Would you like to check it out now?

Chihiro: Nanamelo, you’re so speedy too~~~! ‘Kay, let’s get everyone on this and discuss right away!

Ten: Wow. That’s a lot of ideas. You guys sure are taking this seriously huh.

Toi: Each one of these designs are amazing, it’s so hard to choose one…..

Muneuji: Even though the song Nanamegi made is just a basic outline right now, it sounds and feels so beautiful already. I like the suggested title, “Kink”, too.

Kiroku: Me…. too. It means… a sharp twist… or curve…

Chihiro: Hmmm~~~….. Okay, let’s decide on the costume designs first! Let’s make a vote~!

Chihiro: When Chii say go, point to the design you like best, ‘kay~?

Chihiro: Ready, set, go~!

Chihiro: ……。

Toi: Chii-sama and I both pointed to the one with the cat mask….. everyone else picked something different…

Chihiro: Alrighty, then cat masks it is~!

Kiroku: I think…. it’s good. It fits…. well…. with the song too.

Ten: Ohh I gotcha, the title “Kink” is a reference to “Kinked tail”.

Muneuji: I see, so they’re all tied to the cat theme.

Chihiro: Nanamelo, your tastes are slaying right now! Both the song and the title are purrfect!

Chihiro: So, Nanamelo, keep working on the song, and Chii will come up with some sick choreos to match it and the masks~

Chihiro: ‘Mkay, now we’re done forreal this time! Meeting adjourned~!

📍 HAMA House - Practice Room

Chihiro: Okay! Let’s give the dance routine I just showed you a try~!

Kiroku: Turn, and break….

Muneuji: And then do a loose legs move here….

Toi: Huff, huff, my legs won’t move….. Ah!

Chihiro: Tonya, are you okay!? Stop! Stop the music!

Ten: Yessir~

Chihiro: Hmmm~….. Chii thought throwing in some basic steps would make it easier, but maybe it’s still too challenging~…..

Ten: Well yeah, our experience and skill levels are all over the place.

Muneuji - Toi - Kiroku: …….

Chihiro: (Huh? Are they starting to feel discouraged…..?)

[thoughts-of-caly]

hello to the lovely @jump-wings!! i was your @hbowardaily gifter, and i hope you enjoy this!! (full egan x oc ficlet below cut)

It was a Friday night, and so of course Thorpe Abbotts was nearly empty. But it was just Mina’s luck that she’d been running a fever when she woke up that morning. Hives too. It was that blasted penicillin, she knew it. She’d just suffer through the ear infection next time.

She’d been grounded by a nurse who was a full three years younger than her—and the hives and the fever were gone in a few hours. Would the indignities never end?

She ate dinner alone and then hung out some with the nurses who were supposed to be on duty—not that there was much for them to do, now that the war was over. They were relegated to wasting antibiotics on ear infections and reprimanding Wacs with drug fever.

Of course, the nurses wouldn’t drink on duty, even though she was the sole patient, which drastically reduced the funniness of her sarcastic comments.

She wandered off around 2030 hours, the sun just beginning to go down.

She’d intended to read in bed like a boring homebody, but as she passed the planes gathering dust, something caught her eye.

A lone figure was sitting on the wing of a plane, his back to her, silhouettes of empty bottles beside him.

Mina tilted her head, moving to see which airman would possibly choose to stay in tonight. It was probably Cleven, now that she thought about it.

“You doing all right, sir?” she ventured cautiously. The figure turned his head, and Mina almost gasped in surprise as an uncomfortable feeling of déjà vu settled in the pit of her stomach. “Major Egan! I didn’t think I’d see you here. Did you lose your weekend pass?”

“Evening, Lieutenant.” Egan was speaking a little more carefully than usual, and she wondered exactly how many bottles there were next to him. “Did you lose your weekend pass?”

He hadn’t answered her question. “Woke up with a fever this morning. Allergic reaction, so it’s not contagious,” she quickly added with a grin. “But I have been, as you boys say, grounded.”

“You know that’s not what that means, right?”

She shrugged.

“Care to join me?” He waved an unopened bottle in her general direction.

Mina stood still for a moment—Oh, God, not again—before caving. “Oh, why the hell not. Everyone in town’s getting wasted, anyway.”

He gave her a hand as she jumped up onto the wing, feeling for an instant like she might fall backwards. “Hey, do I know your voice from somewhere?”

She took the offered bottle and sat next to him, banishing the hint of panic from her mind. “I’m a control tower operator.” At his slow nod, she slipped into her operator voice and said, “Army 139, flight Blondie Tower. Continue for runway four. Clear to land. Sky CAVU. Winds 270 at 10, gusting to 15. Altimeter 2-niner-niner-0.”

His jaw almost dropped, giving her a glimmer of satisfaction. “You were in the tower the day I came back, weren’t you?”

“That’s right.” She took a drink of beer. “Hey, this is pretty good. Where’d—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Egan winked, and she looked at him suspiciously.

She’d forgotten how quickly he could put people at ease. And he’d forgotten her, which was fine. He’d probably forget her the next morning, too.

“So, where are you from, Lieutenant…?” His voice trailed off.

“Vogt. Mina Vogt. I can’t believe you didn’t know that,” she ribbed him.

He had the decency to look chagrined, but deflected, “Oh, I did. I was just making sure you did.”

She took another drink. “Eugene, Oregon. You wouldn’t know it.”

“No, I wouldn’t. But you hadn’t heard of Manitowoc before you joined up, had you?”

He had her there. “No.”

“Where’d you go to school, Mina?” Egan finished the bottle he was holding and opened a new one as he looked at her.

He was making her feel like the center of his universe, and she knew it, and part of her loved it. “Willamette. English Lit.”

“Why English Lit?”

She laughed. “What is this, an interrogation?”

He echoed the laughter back to her. “Nice to be on the other end of one for once.”

“I like to read,” Mina said honestly. “I didn’t know what else to choose.” She raised the bottle to her lips again, staring at the glowing horizon pensively.

“A regular scholar, hm?”

“Sure,” she said sarcastically. “Now, why haven’t you answered my question yet?”

“What do you mean?” The words were innocent, but there was playfulness in his eyes as he shifted closer.

“Well, for starters, why are you here, and Cleven’s gone, on a Friday night?”

The merriment disappeared from Egan’s eyes, and Mina found herself wishing she had just shut up for once.

He sat quiet for a long while; Mina finished the bottle, and he handed her another wordlessly.

“I’m sorry,” she found herself saying to break the silence. “I shouldn’t have—”

“I couldn’t do it,” he whispered. “I couldn’t go out and face it tonight.”

Caught between the cruelty of her typical sarcasm and the hollowness of her inner guilt, Mina was silent.

“I let them all down,” he muttered. “I failed.”

Something flared inside Mina. “What are you talking about?” It came out harsher than she’d meant, but she blamed the alcohol.

“In the camp. I lost it for a while—Now I can’t stop thinking about—” He broke off, putting his head in his hands.

Mina floundered. She needed to say something. “Major—Bucky?—John—” She sighed. “You’re not a failure. I need you to know that. You’re a damn good soldier, no matter how you’ve acted.”

Egan looked at her blearily. “I know I’m a damn good soldier.” There was a hint of the usual bravado in his voice for an instant. “That’s what makes this worse. It’s not how I—It’s—”

“Out of character?” she suggested tentatively.

When he nodded, Mina took a deep breath. “No one thinks any worse of you for anything that’s happened. So many people—I’ve never met a single person who doesn’t love you.” She held her breath, then continued. “It’s pretty terrible to think you’ve let people down, huh?”

“That about sums it up.” He took a drink, and she saw that the dashing and rebellious Egan had returned. “Thanks, though.”

She blinked, unsure how to respond, and settled on, “Anytime.”

“You remind me a little of my sister Eileen, you know.” He looked a little surprised at what he’d just said.

Mina laughed nervously. What is wrong with me tonight? I’m all nerves. “Please tell me that’s a compliment.”

“Of course it is.” Egan flashed a grin.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Two, actually. I’m the middle child.” He snorted. “Mrs. Egan’s baby boy.”

“No one calls you that,” she said half-chidingly, hoping he didn’t hear the jealousy in her voice.

He had the audacity to laugh. “What about you? Got any family in Eugene?”

Mina was surprised at how interested he sounded, but that didn’t stop the pain that stabbed her in the chest. “No,” she said shortly. “Not in Eugene. It’s… complicated.”

He gave her a searching look, hesitated, then said, “I’m sorry.”

She smiled wryly. “Complicated” doesn’t begin to cover it. “Thanks.”

The sun had fully gone down by then, and Mina said out of nowhere, “I miss lightning bugs.”

When Egan didn’t say anything, she went on, “We didn’t really have them back home, but I trained in Illinois, and they did. But not here.”

“There’s Brits who’ll never see them,” he said.

She turned to him, bemused. “That’s true.”

“Which is a shame, because they add a certain romance to a scene.”

She whipped her head around after almost choking. “Oh, you did not just say that, John Egan.”

“Why not? We both know you find me extraordinarily handsome.” He smirked, somehow managing to look like an idiot at the same time.

Well, like an idiot, but in a good way, plus the inexplicably endearing cockiness. God, he was confusing. Mina regained composure enough to say, “ ‘Extraordinarily?’ Don’t flatter yourself,” but not fast enough.

It certainly didn't help that he was drunk. She might as well have been, too, for all the good her sanity was doing her that night.

“So you admit I’m handsome.” She was hyper-aware of how close he was sitting to her, of the way it made her heart beat a little faster, of how she hated herself for it.

What she said was, “Well, I’m not blind”—Oh, that wouldn’t slow things down any—but what she thought was, I know you won’t kiss and tell, but you’ll kiss and forget again, and that’s only a little better.

“That’s good to hear,” Egan said teasingly, and she saw him turn his head toward hers out of the corner of her eye.

Mina turned to look him in the eyes, and saw his move downward. “John,” she began desperately.

“I didn’t forget, you know.”

Mina’s mouth dropped open, and she forgot to be embarrassed at how she warmed when he reached up and closed it. “What?”

“It’s hard to keep in touch when you’re in a POW camp, Mina,” he said gently, and then she did feel embarrassed, because of course he had more important things to do when he came back than catch up with some girl he’d kissed once after a dance.

“You were drunk. I just thought—” she started miserably, because how dare he make her feel like she didn’t have the upper hand.

“You should try doing that less often,” he said, and before she could say, What? Think? he kissed her.

Mina pulled away first, almost in shock, an impossibly fast heartbeat flooding her ears.

They stared at each other for a moment, maybe two moments, maybe more—it was hard for her to tell.

And then she thought, Screw it, and threw caution to the winds as she leaned in to kiss him again.

It felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out as he pulled her closer, alcohol on his breath—but it was on hers too, so she didn’t care.

She heard the wing creak as he shifted. His hand moved to the back of her neck, and something like a shiver ran through her as his fingers grazed her bare skin.

She reached for him, tentatively at first, then more sure of herself, running her hands through his hair and trying to memorize the way he felt.

They paused for breath, faces nearly touching, and Mina whispered, “Thank you.”

He paused, waiting.

“For letting me in—And for letting me out, I guess. Out of my own head.”

He smiled at her in the moonlight and whispered, “Anytime,” before leaning in again.

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 13

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 13/?? Word count 1670 Cw: language]

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Present day

Striker was not what anyone would consider a happy imp. Oh he had things that made him happy and moments of pleasure, but even at the best of times there was a simmering rage inside. He managed to hide it beneath country charm. A veneer of strong, affable confidence helped too. Certain things could reveal that rage quickly though.

One of them was demon royalty. He didn’t much care for any higher ranking demon, but the Goetia, Deadly Sins, and the Morningstars? Well, there were magma pits in Wrath cooler than the anger he felt at blue-bloods.

Another was members of his own kind dancing to the royal’s beat. When he was feeling charitable, Striker could admit that an imp has to eat and sometimes working for the rich pricks was the best option. But Striker wasn’t often charitable either. But the ones that rubbed elbows with royalty willingly? Or even got into relationships with them? They were the same as the pompous bastards they were fucking.

So when that prissy Goetian bitch called his burner phone, he was tempted to hang up on her. But he hadn’t had many jobs lately; an imp and his hellhorse have to eat. “Depends on the work and what you’re offerin’ ma’am. I’m always lookin’ for opportunities.” Then she told him what she was looking for. And the fee for the initial job? “Well, sounds like you were right ma’am; I’d be glad to oblige.”

“Marvelous. Get up to Pride. My Hound will meet you.” There was a click and the call cut off. “And a g’day to you too bitch,” Striker growled to dead air. He always had saddlebags prepped to move out quickly. Most of his jobs needed to be done in a timely manner, so having gear ready to go meant his clients could rely on his speed.

He saddled his coal black Hellhorse. The stallion only gave him a little trouble with the bridle today. “Yeah, I know Bombproof, you’ve been liking the easy life past few weeks. But we gotta get your dead bodies from somewhere.”

Once out of the lair, he urged Bombproof into a run. Riding was one of those few things that made him happy after all. He and Bombproof had been together for years and he was so used to the steed he barely had to think about the mechanics of riding.

Which meant he could focus on what was coming. He wasn’t lying when he told that royal he’d be glad to oblige. One blue-blooded bitch paying him to fuck up shit for another? And for said royal’s imp boy toy? Well, he hadn’t heard anything so good in years.

Add on the possibility of killing a prince? Striker’s glee as he rode out of Wrath wasn’t just from the fun of Bombproof racing near his top speed.

He met up with a middle aged Hellhound on the outskirts of Pentagram City. His new employer wasn’t about to meet him in person, but that was to be expected. Striker could keep that rage to a low level over the expected snub…for now.

His immediate instruction was to tail a couple of the Goetia’s servants if they left the estate. His employer suspected something unusual was going on with her husband and his plaything. She wanted information and while he was ultimately a hit man, Striker had experience following targets.

In addition, she wanted him to get intel on the boy toy’s activities off the grounds. Princey let his side piece have way more freedom than other royals expected. Striker was to find out why, since she wasn’t going to pay him for just sitting around until the servants moved.

He had at least one safe house in every Ring. For some it was little more than a cave or a bolt hole, but it was somewhere to lay low if he needed. In Pride, the most convenient one was a cavern just outside the biggest city. It was big enough to accommodate himself and Bombproof and let out to a blasted plain that had some hunting for the stallion. Not quite enough to keep him fed, but enough to offset Striker’s daily expenses.

In the four days before he got word that his current targets were moving, he learned a lot about this imp traitor and his master. Over the past year, Striker had heard rumors about an imp starting up an assassination operation, catering to Sinners in Pride. He’d held some vague respect for one of his kind willing to start their own business. That business being murder was even more intriguing.

So his disappointment when he found out that the rumors were true, but the imp in question was a royal plaything? He hadn’t needed to buy any extra carcasses for Bombproof that day. He didn’t know why this Blitzø was running a murder-for-hire business, but that wasn’t his job. He just reported this to his employer, by way of her Hellhound.

He passed on some scraps of information about the company and employees while we waited. Before he could get too impatient, Aster, the Hound that was his contact, texted him that the two imp servants were leaving. The older demon sent a picture of the pair as the left the estate so Striker could identify them.

They took public transport but his hideout was close enough to catch up. He took a seat a few rows behind the pair. His country style didn’t really fit into the city, but there were enough Wrathian imps in the Pentagram that nobody gave him more than a quick glance.

So he was able to follow the servants, feeling likely he was watching a couple on a date. They were certainly pawing at each other like it was. He got off at the same stop as them and did his best to not attract notice as he followed them, roughly two thirds of a block behind.

They didn’t seem to pick up on his presence. Instead they were flirting enough that he felt like a voyeur. It didn’t help that they turned onto a street lit by sanguine streetlights. The multitude of sexual signs along the street made the pale imp stop in horrified fascination. His targets strode into one of the businesses. The vibrant red and teal sign above the door read “Slick Seduction.” Wrapping around the teal letters were red and magenta tentacles. The sign even had fluid dripping from the suckers.

“Why is it always a sex thing?!” Striker hissed. He was not going into a whorehouse, no matter how good the pay was. His burner phone was an older model, so the camera was barely adequate. He had to be across the street to get a decent picture of the sign. He sent it to Aster, then found a bar nearby to wait. It was close enough that he could keep an eye on the brothel door, as long as he didn’t get too drunk.

Before long he got a message back, telling him to not indulge in the whores (as if he’d even consider it) and to continue to tail them. He ended up being at that bar for hours. He played a few rounds of darts with the patrons to keep suspicion at bay. The servants didn’t leave until almost four in the morning. The bars in Hell didn’t have closing times and last calls like he’d heard of in the mortal realm.

So Striker was a bit tipsy as he followed the now disheveled imps. It was pretty obvious they hadn’t gone anywhere else in the interim. They seemed to have indulged plenty in the whores as well. They took another public transport route back to the estate. Since Striker had gotten on at the same stop, he got off when they did.

They still were all over each other as they stumbled past the palace gates. He scowled at the luxurious building and manicured grounds as he kept walking. He sent a quick text that the servants hadn’t gone elsewhere before heading back to their master’s residence.

The early morning chill contrasted his rising anger. What the fuck had he gotten into? Following around a couple of weak imps as debauched as their master, all for a paycheck? The stuffed shirts still got to be waited on, claw and hoof, in their fancy ass palace with more money and power than they could ever use. And here he was camping out in a cave, waiting for a royal bitch to give him orders.

Said royal bitch called as he was getting ready for some shut eye after the long night. “Excellent work darling,” came her cultured tones, dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve done better than expected, good boy. Your payment has been transferred, along with a bonus. You can head back to Wrath for the time being. I’ll call when the next step is ready. Ta!”

Striker hissed in frustration. The prissy bitch hadn’t given him a chance to get a word in. He resolved to stay out of what noble nonsense she was up to once he got back to Wrath.

That resolve didn’t last longer than a day however. Once he’d gotten some sleep and rode Bombproof to their preferred Ring, he checked his account. The new number made his jaw drop. She gave him that big of a bonus, all for a night of stalking? She was either an idiot or she really wanted to stick it to her husband. Probably both.

A message from Aster later in the day had a rough outline of the next phase. The Goetia wanted him to ingratiate himself to the prince’s boy toy. Aster provided half a dozen options for how to do so, but the upcoming Harvest Moon Festival seemed the most promising to Striker. And the promised payment was just as big as the one he just received.

“Well, shit. Looks like I’m on retainer for her royal pain in the ass.”

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A/N: Not gonna lie, Striker’s been the hardest character for me to get a handle on. I know he’s a fan favorite so I hope I did alright. And hopefully this little detour was enjoyable. We’ll be getting back to Loona’s arc in the next section.

[tame-a-messenger]

Ok, Eioyi’s gone, can we get rid of Shayne guesses…

I love Shayne sooo much, don’t get me wrong but it’s getting old.

This is the second show he has, this and Reddit stories, I know that he’s the favourite or whatever but we already have SO MUCH content from him.

And I’m not really a watcher of Shayne guesses, but you don’t really see any clips of it in compilations then with other formats, I also feel like it’s another way of people yelling about Shourtney, like “Oh my god he always guesses Courtney right” like yeah, no fucking shit, whether they’re dating or not he’s going to guess someone who’s been one of his best friends for practically a decade now.

I’m just tired of Shayne guesses and I might be a bit bitter since we only really ever see just him and I much rather a more multiple cast centred video.

But I’d love to know where you stand on Shayne Guesses

This ask speaks to me.

I love Shayne, I love reddit stories, I love everything he's in BUT THE GUESSES SERIES.

I am so tired of it, why can't we get an actual video? like I would actually LOVE if they did it for livestreams! that sounds like a blast actually~ being able to have chat input and it would probably be about an hour? maybe 2? I think that fits the usual livestream timeslot?

But having it as the Games video for that day just sucks (again, I'm biased toward Damangela so any video without them is a loss) It's very much a put on in the background kind of video, which I like but I'd rather have AN ACTUAL FUCKING GAME ON THE GAMES CHANNEL?? CALL ME CRAZY! (technically it's a "guessing game" but I refuse to acknowledge it)

I understand that Reddit Stories is on Pit so it's probably a 'Shayne fill-in' video. So the freelance cast can put their all into the rest of the shoots? (not to mention a bit of a break for editors? I'd imagine it's so much easier editing those than multi cam shoot videos where they have to look through all the angles to then edit)

If I were the creative director, OH BOY would things be different..

I'll end this with,

I don't like to bite the hand that feeds, but when they feed me garbage........

And I agree with everything you said Anon.

[wellthebardsdead]

Kaidan: *knocking a slaver to the ground and almost killing him* Fucking stay there, my boss isn’t keen on killing stupid creatures.

Marigold: *walks past them and pauses seeing a young orc around his age, bound in a cage* … *hurries over and freezes seeing the poor man bloodied and bruised* hello…

Yaksha: *looks up, dried blood caked on his face* h-hello… are y-you m-my new master?…

Marigold: *reaches through the bars with his handkerchief and wipes his face clean* shhh, no I’m a friend, I’m here to save you… *looks over at kaidan then at the slaver* Tie them all together…

*a few moments later*

Yaksha: *freed and being cleaned up by Lucien, inigo & Kaidan*

Marigold: *looking at the still alive slavers, all tied together around a dead tree and doused in oil* The gods will not mourn you. And the deepest pits of oblivion will not welcome you… *holds up a ball of fire in his hands and smirks watching the realisation dawn on all of them* How many people have you kidnapped? How many have you tortured? How many have you sold?… *holds the fire close to them watching them all try to lean further away* How many begged for mercy just as you are now?… *pulls an incense stick from his belt and lights it before putting it in a patch of oil leading to them* Your deaths will be slow and painful… you’ve put that poor boy through enough grief. I won’t allow him to suffer hearing your screams… *walks back to the group and scoops yaksha up with ease despite the orcs much larger muscular build* let’s go, are you okay, sunshine?

Yaksha: *blushing dark green* y-yes. Th-thanks to you. Wh-what about them? *looks over at the slavers who tortured him* …

Marigold: hm? Oh them? Don’t worry. They’ll get what they deserve. *looks at the group* let’s go.

*a few moments later*

*A loud blast followed by distant agonised screaming and the smell of burning pork*

Yaksha: what was tha- *covers his nose* oh god the smell-

Marigold: *zero sense of smell after his bodies reconstruction* hm? Oh. Nothing to worry about.

Kaidan: *human, can’t smell but knows what the bang was from* probably one of the nearby mines.

Lucien: *human and can’t smell the burning flesh either* oh yes I hear there’s an orc stronghold nearby maybe they’re blasting for more caverns?

Inigo: *puking into a snow berry bush smelling burning flesh and hearing the screams* my friend could you not have just killed the- *hurls again*

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 8

One moment later on Emeralddon, Phoebe and Monica made it where they saw the city and boy, were they terrified.

Phoebe/Starburst: Okay, we’re here! Let’s go find the family!

Monica: Got it!

Monica carries Phoebe on her back then uses her speed to head to the town and then sees the soup vendor moaning from more wounds.

Phoebe/Starburst: Excuse me sir. Have you seen four aliens and a group of humans run by here?

Soup Vendor: I saw fucking saw them, they literally fucked me up and then this stupid-ass Shlorpian father refused to give me his wedding ring and there’s no way I’m telling ya!

Phoebe grows enraged after finding out he is talking about Korvo and punches him in the face. Monica then uses her super speed and hangs the vendor by the flaming pit as he screams.

Soup Vendor: AAAAAAAHHH! Alright, fuck! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! They’re heading to Emprese Ophelia!

Monica and Phoebe gasp as Monica drops the vendor as he screams. this scene is inspired by this scene:

Back in the dungeon, Korvo, still a super shlorpian, blast his way into the base, while overcoming the guards with his powers. The Replicabts and Pupa continue to cheer him on as they grow excited about this super form. Korvo then reached his destination as he began to power down and back into Quasarblast as he faints from exhaustion.

Korvo/Quasarblast: moaning

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Come on, get up Korv!

Phoebe/Staburst: running up to Korvo and the kids while calling out to them Korvo! Kids!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Phoebe? gets hug by Phoebe You’re here! Oh thank goodness

The kids join in on the group hug, clearly overjoyed to see their nanny.

Phoebe/Starburst: Monica got me here just in time? Can you walk?

Jesse/Fung-irl: Monica?

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: She’s here? Where is she?

Phoebe/Staburst: grinning with a clever smirk Oh don’t worry, she and I have a plan!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Monica!

Phoebe/Starburst: Now come on, we have to save Terry!

The Mighty Solars race to save Terry as they see the dungeon but then gasp in horror about seeing the crowd and Ophelia. The heroes hid behind the crowd as they watch for Terry. Then, Ophelia approaches the microphone as he prepares to make her announcement.

Ophelia: My fellow Emeralnites! Today is new an era as we prepare to suck the energy out of the most prominent victims of all. He is the co-leader of the worst super heroes of all time, the Mighty Solars! He is the muscle! Father of Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl and the Mighty Pupa! He is Quasarblast’s husband! Mighton!

Terry walks up up on to Ophelia while safely carrying Cheery in his arms. He then proceeds to growl at Ophelia as he began to restrain from his chains on his hands. Zolthar poke Terry’s back with his spear to get him up there. Once Terry made it up there, the Mighty Solars were shock and relived but horrified by the same time once they see Terry holding Cheery.

Mighty Solars: Terry!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Stop! runs up there to Terry with his family That’s my husband! Give me back my husband, you bitch!

Jesse/Fung-irl: You monster! Let go of my dad!

Ophelia: sarcastically Oh great, the Mighty Solars! How surprising!

Terry/Mighton: gasp and whispers to himself as he sheds tears of joy Oh my God, my family! They made it here! I knew it! then looks back at Ophelia angrily

Ophelia: Zolthar, please come up.

Zolthar: Yes my empress.

Korvo suddenly sees a daggar behind Ophelia’s back in her right hand and gasp in horror, realizing what she is about do!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Wait, look out!

Zolthar: gets stabbed in the torso by Ophelia as she screams in pain

Mighty Solars: gasp

Ophelia: You fucking pathetic miscreant, I knew you were weak, I knew someday you would regret joining me. Ever since the day I murdered your stupid-ass wife!

Zolthar: weakly Wh-what?!

Ophelia: Consider this your resignation!

Zolthar gasp as Ophelia pulls the dagger out of his stomach as blood spreads on the floor. Looking at Zolthar on the floor, Terry began to see red as he finally has enough of Ophelia.

Terry/Mighton: You…. fucking monster!

Ophelia: Oh shut the fuck up Terry! You and that girl are next! But first, hand over the prisoner you’re holding! Or else…..

Reaching his breaking point, Terry finally snaps as he screams in fury and splits apart the chains with his super strength while Cheery still hangs onto him while still being unconscious. Terry breaths angrily as he gets ready to confront Ophelia.

Terry/Mighton: I have fucking had it! You fucking monster! You motherfuckers have been mustering innocent life forms for years and gone crazy! But, now you made a fucking wrong move by coming to Earth-4 and kidnapping me and the other humans who have been disappearing this year! You messed up a young woman with a broken heart! You try to hunt down my family! And you… tried to fucking kill me! But no one! I repeat! No one fucking messes with my family, you bitch!

Terry punches Ophelia and began to fight her with his super strength. He then still carries Cheery but then see her state not so good. Terry then tries to figure out how to get Cheery to safety without her getting hurt.

Terry/Mighton: Aw fuck! I have to get Cheery to safety but how?

Ophelia uses her powers to throw shimmering purple rocks at him as Terry ducks. The human allies made it, only to see Terry in trouble.

Sherbert: Oh no! Mighton’s in trouble!

Korvo/Qausarblast: gasp Mighton! Hang on!

Suddenly, he hears coughing as he sees Zolthar slowly dying from he wounds as he coughs up blood.

Korvo/Qausarblast: Oh no! Hang on!

Zolthar: No…. your husband was right… I was doing this out of grief… I foolishly lost the woman I love to a murderous tyrant…. I should’ve listen to him… what the fuck I was thinking…. Suddenly sees Korvo’s robe crystal Well, just in time for the fall solstice…. I was wrong about you Shlorpians… you have so much hope, kindness and potential…. we should’ve been more like this…

Korvo/Qausarblast: Oh yeah! Now I remember the fall solstice!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Damn we forgot! Every 10 years, a Shlorpian is granted powerful essence that gives them power! But it has to be contain for good or else up in the sky! Or dangerous side effects take hold!

Korvo/Qausarblast: I know but… reach out his hand for Zolthar Please sir… hold on.

Zolthar: No…. I don’t deserve it…. I’m sorry the guard and I stole your husband away from you…. go… save him….

Zolthar finally perishes into a shimmering light as the heroes watch in amazement.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Damn, after all that…. he’s now at peace….

Jesse/Fung-irl: Yeah…..

Korvo/Qausarblast: eyes started to green as an idea suddenly pops up in his head once he sees the solstice closing in Family, I got an idea.

After a group huddle and some whispering, the Mighty Solars get ready for battle as Korvo began to transform into his super Shlorpian form.

Korvo/Qausarblast: Hang in there Terry. transforms into his super Shlorpian form and flies up

Jesse/Fung-irl: Let’s go fam!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Now guys!

The human allies and the prisoners charge for battle as they battle the corrupted Emeralnites. Vil-Gil-An-T uses his laser eyes to blast three of them while working together with Fung-irl to keep the Emeralnite away from them and the other prisoners. The two siblings nod at each other as they resumed fighting with the Emeralnites. Principal Cooke punches an Emeralnite with his fist, but then his hand started to throb as he groans. He gasp once he sees an Emeralnite with hammer. But, then Miss Frankie came up with a bat.

Miss Frankie: Stop trying to kill my man!

Miss Frankie smashes the Emeralnites as she and Principal Cooke French kisses and resume for battle. Sherbert and Phoebe worked together to stop each of the Emeralnites. Then, Phoebe heads one heading after her and kicks them out of her away. Pupa uses his telekinesis to stop three of them while Ms. Perez steals a crossbow and shoots at the Emeralnites. All of the Emeralnites are now defeated as the human allies and the Mighty Solars strand in triumph. But then, they notice Korvo up in the sky, ready to seal away his super Shlorpian form as it starts to happen. But then, Terry who is trying to get away from Ophelia, gets hit by a rock, which causes him to let go of Cherry as she falls on the floor.

Terry/Mighton: Cheery! No!

Terry runs up and looks down at Cheery as he tries to pick her up, but then, Ophelia prepares to levitate a rock and throw it at Mighton. Suddenly, a vine appears which shows Fung-irl using using her fungus power to save her father!

Jesse/Fung-irl: Get away from my adult you motherfucker!

But then, Ophelia throws a rock at Jesse as she falls to the floor and gasp.

Terry/Mighton: Fung-irl!

Just then, a mysterious silhouette appears up on the ceiling as she falls down and uses her super speed that turns into an orchid lightening tornado, faster than a sonic boom. The tornado then surrounds Ophelia as she receives a several punches in the face and gets knock out. The tornado fades away and the person is revealed to be a new teenage superhero girl wearing some type of speedster suit, the teenage girl turns out he none other than…..

Jesse/Fung-irl: gasp in delight Monica?!

Monica/???: What up bestie?! Hugs Jesse

Jesse/Fung-irl: looks at Ophelia who was regaining to regain her from her concussion Hang in there, ya spoiled whore! turns to Monica I can’t believe it, you got super speed?

Monica/???: Yeah! Definitely!

Ophelia: coughs and looks at Monica Who the fuck are you?

Monica/???: You can me…. Lightspeed!

Monica gets into her superhero pose as a heroic orchid lightning background appears.

Monica/Lightspeed: And your reign of kidnapping other alien races for your godawful energy is fucking over! Stand down, you bitch!

Ophelia: looks at Korvo sealing away his super Shlorpian form No! I have a better idea!

Ophelia prepares to levitate a spear at Korvo. Terry, quickly seeing this, gasp and grows enraged.

Terry/Mighton: Grrr! Stay away from my husband you motherfucker!

Mighton pummels Ophelia while Monica sees Cherry and ran up to grab her.

Monica: grabs Cheery Gotcha! runs with her super speed Hold on, I’m gonna put you right there. gives Cheery to Sherbert was willing to hold her

Terry and Ophelia continue to fight as he gives the vile empress a blow to the head. Ophelia got out her dagger as she prepares to stab him. But then, Terry sees a reflector and blinds her wit the light shining in her eyes as Ophelia screams. Terry then kicks Ophelia as the two continue to fight. fight scene is a reference to this:

With enough time, the solstice ends as Korvo’s super Shlorpian form is sealed away from him for good as he turns back into his normal Shlorpian self as Quasarblast. He floats gently down to the ground as Vil-Gil-An-T and Fung-irl catches him easily.

Korvo/Qausarblast: sighs To be honest, invisibility is way better than this type of power. sees Terry struggling to defeat Ophelia and gasp

Terry/Mighton: Grrr! It’s over Ophelia, call off the ceremony.

Ophelia: Graaaahhh! prepares to strike at Mighton

Suddenly, her spear disappear from her hands as it suddenly starts floating and was strike right into Ophelia’s heart as glass shattering are heard in the background. Qausarblast then turns visible again from his invisibility as he shoots a serious stern look on his face towards the corrupted empress as Terry does the same towards the villainess that nearly ruined his life.

Korvo/Qausarblast: Nobody messes with my man, you stupid bitch!

Ophelia’s body began to shatter as she gasp in horror. She then looks at the Mighty Solars one more time, because for the first time in many years, the dark corrupted empress is finally defeated, for good.

Ophelia: NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The empress explodes and shatters into a million pieces of emerald shards as everyone looks in shock. Terry then suddenly sees Zalthor’s spirit reuniting with the spirit of his dead as he embraces her. Now finally reunited and at peace with each other, Zolthar and his wife’s spirit heads up towards the sky as their spirits peacefully faded away. Terry waves goodbye at them. Then, the family ran up to him in joy as they finally reunite with them.

Terry/Mighton: Staburst! Kids!

Pupa/Mighty Pupa: Mighton! leaps at Terry and hugs him in joy

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: sighs happily as he pats Terry on the back as he smiles at his father

Jesse/Fung-irl: crying as she hugs her father and whispers Terry…. I was so worried… I though she-

Terry/Mighton: whispers as he soothes Jesse Shh…. it’s okay Jesse-bear. Terry’s here.

Phoebe/Starburst: Mighton, oh thank God! hugs Terry

Korvo then runs up to Terry and hugs him in joy. The two Mighty Solar husbands then shed tears of joy as they glance lovingly at each other and the two superhero alien spouses embrace in a passionate reunion kiss. The humans cheered as they see Qausarblast and Mighton kiss each other lovingly as the Mighty Solars finally reunite. The two husbands finish kissing as they happily embrace their kids and nanny. Lightspeed then approaches them while smiling.

Korvo/Qausarblast: Lightspeed, thank you for helping us. You’re welcome here.

Monica smiles and hugs Korvo and Terry who were surprised at first, but they smiled and hugs her back. Terry then looks at Cheery who is starting to recover.

Terry/Mighton: Come on everyone, let’s go home.

And with that said, the finally reunited Mighty Solars and the humans are ready to return home as they head to the ship, ready to go back to Earth-4.

[justafoxhound]

Falloutober 2023: 13. Civilization

Follow on from 10. Terminal. Word count ~3000. Thanks @falloutober for the prompts!

Burke’s fingers itched.

He busied them with a captured pawn from his side of the chess board, twirling it back and forth as he tried to contemplate his next move. But he could barely hear himself think for the detonator sat only feet away, practically humming with the energy it was poised to release. He had waited several hours before leaving Megaton to ensure his chosen mark got to work, and several more since arriving himself at Tenpenny Tower. It was hopeful to think someone fresh out of a vault would make such good time on the journey, and yet it wasn’t rocket science was it? You could see the tower from the edge of that pit on a clear day.

He glanced north over the edge of the balcony, at the grey mass on the horizon. The rotting hulk that broke up an otherwise blank slate. To think he had spent so long waiting amongst that pile of rust and its wretched inhabitants. Time he would never get back! And to what end? To what end indeed! Oh, it only pained him to know that they wouldn’t know their fate. To show the self proclaimed Sheriff how this had happened right under his nose... But little joy that would be, that fool was too easy. The bar keeper, now there was an interesting fellow. Burke could have worked with someone as unscrupulous as that. Unfortunately he was wed to the pit. Just like everyone else in that place, he had no vision. Caps was all he could see. He had his methods of making them but what use was that if you were required to live forever in a place like Megaton? Worse, he perpetuated such an offensive attempt at society by contributing business, services, and reasons to visit or stay, however sordid they may be. Yes, it would have been satisfying to let Moriarty know his petty empire was ended by the customer who suddenly left town, who could have offered him so much more if he had been smarter.

“I say, Mr. Burke! Make a move already. I haven’t got all millennium.” Tenpenny rapped on the table with his walking stick, jarring Burke back to the present moment.

“Hm? Oh, of course.” Without flourish he shifted a piece across the board.

“Ha! You’ve really stepped in it now, my boy. Not smart, not smart at all.”

A speck of irritation flared through Burke’s jaw. He was sure he could beat the old man any day of the week, but today there were bigger things on his mind. “Oh, I’ve lost interest, sir. What say we detonate the bomb now?”

Tenpenny frowned. “No, no, nonsense! You’re just a sore loser, Burke. Always were. You keep playing now, and don’t go easy on me. I may be getting old but I’m not stupid. Stay focussed!”

Burke checked his watch. “I’ve given her ample time to get here. To be honest, I think her hired help will have taken her money and left her in a ditch. We’ll be waiting forever. In any case, I don’t want the Sheriff or those religious nutjobs tampering with the device while we sit around wondering. We won’t get another shot like this.”

Tenpenny groaned. “Ugh, you really are quite a bore sometimes, you know? Alright, since you can’t concentrate on our game anyway. Er, fetch me my sunglasses would you. It’s going to be quite the show, isn’t it!”

Burke hopped from his seat and did as asked, anticipation coiled in every one of his muscles. “The show of a lifetime, sir.”

“Quite! And you’re sure it isn’t going to damage this tower, at all?

“Certain,” Burke called back as he approached the metal case containing the detonator. “The experts calculated with the size of that bomb, the blast won’t reach halfway to here. She’ll remaining standing, as she did through the war!”

“Quite so! Alright-- oh, what do you want?”

Burke turned, followed Tenpenny’s gaze to the door, where stood a security guard- Chief Gustavo’s runner, to be precise.

“Sir,” the young man nodded to Tenpenny. “Mr. Burke, sir, there’s a girl at the gate. Says she has business with you.”

Burke rolled his fingers in the air to hurry the boy along. “Name, man, does she have a name?”

“Talia, sir.”

What timing! “Good! Send her up, I’m expecting her.”

“Yes sir. Er- there’s also a man, looks like a merc. Doesn’t look like our sort, sir, but she’s very insistent he comes in too.”

“Oh, of course… Yes, yes, let him in. Keep an eye on him, but he’s nothing we can’t handle.” He sent the runner away and paced the balcony.

“What’s this, Burke?” Tenpenny yelled, turning his head to hear better.

“Oh, nothing to worry about, sir. Now-- oh, I suppose I should collect them and then we can prep the system. Yes.” He pulled himself away from the case containing the key to Megaton’s end, the link to his device which he could assume was now within the casing of the unexploded bomb that rested in the very centre of town. He kept his eyes on it until it disappeared from view as he slipped indoors.

The moment was nigh! He waited in front of the elevators, watching the floor indicator climb to penthouse level, rubbing his hands in excitement. The doors parted, revealing inside the girl from the vault with whom he had spoken in Megaton. The outsider who had crossed his path at just the right time for both of them. Someone with no ties to the town, someone with perspective; From their conversation, he’d surmised that her vault was in its dying days, at least as a society in the form Vault-Tec had imagined. But it had been built by pre-war civilisation, filled its rooms with people from those streets, and that knowledge, those ideals had survived to migrate back out into the surface world. Who more fitting to fulfil this task for Tenpenny and he, than someone who could understand their vision for the future of civilisation?

Beside the girl stood quite a contrasting figure. Wasteland through and through, a rough and capable brute named Jericho whom Burke had seen around Megaton, but who mostly seemed to be mothballing himself in the dank saloon for some unspoken reason. Burke had fully expected him to pose more of a danger to Talia than anything en route to the tower, but apparently here he stood corrected. If it had sped up her arrival then it didn’t matter to him.

“Talia, you made it,” he said without a hint of the surprise he felt, extending a hand. “And so soon.”

Her hand was clammy. “Well, you know, nothing like the great outdoors to make you want to get back indoors real quick, nowadays.”

He smiled at her joke and brusquely addressed Jericho. “I believe we may have met in town.”

“Yeah, think so. Wanted to see if you was for real.” The man only nodded in greeting, which was fine by Burke given he did not seem to have been acquainted with a bar of soap recently, or perhaps ever.

“But of course. A pleasant journey, I trust?” Burke asked generally.

“Oh, just swell,” Talia answered gruffly. “And your people-- real friendly welcome, huh? But, er... I’m sure you aren’t really interested in small talk, are you?”

Burke hummed in appreciation. “The more I talk to you, the more I like you. So tell me- is it done?”

She nodded.

Burke almost leapt into the air such was the release of tension at the news. “Excellent! Then let’s get to business. Come! This way.” He beckoned the pair to follow him out to the balcony.

Talia elaborated as she scurried to keep up. “I did exactly what you said, so if nothing happens it’s down to the parts- and that could be either bit. Trust me, it’s hard to get new things to work with old things, and the age difference in this case is even bigger. And this is custom work, never done before, so. Just so you know. If nothing happens that it could be down to loads of reasons. Because it was simple to install like you said, and I’ve worked on trickier things before. You know, if you ignore the, uh, atomic bomb.”

Burke paused at the door. “You sound very defensive. The pulse charge is rigged, no?”

“Yes, it’s rigged,” his charge assured. “I did all the switches like you said, and it’s connected.”

“Good. That’s all I need to know.” He opened the door and ushered them through. “You had me worried for a second there, Talia.”

“No, no need to worry,” she reiterated quite cheerily.

“He don’t really mean that he is worried, princess,” Jericho muttered over her shoulder, quite wickedly.

“I know, can you just go back to worrying about your money, please?” she hissed back.

Burke closed the door behind him and joined them outside. “People, please, relax. Enjoy yourselves. You are about to witness something incredible: The atom bomb. Power. Raw energy. Perhaps we’ll even understand what it is that turns those Children of Atom into believers. But most importantly, that mass you see jutting up from an otherwise unblemished horizon, ragged and coarse just like the people who founded it and dared to call it civilisation- bah! The gall! Well, for the good of the future of mankind, you are about to see it obliterated.”

He passed around his guests to the detonator case, opened it with care, and began setting the switches to prime it for action.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” drawled Jericho behind him.

Burke smirked to himself. If this knuckle dragger wanted to doubt him, all the more fun when he was proven wrong. These people could never stretch their imagination to bigger things. “Do either of you play chess?”

“The fuck is chess?”

“That’s the one with the horses, right?”

Burke sighed while flipping a few more switches. “Chess is a game as old as civilisation itself. And yet in two generations this ‘town’ had lost all knowledge of it.”

“You’re nukin’ this town over some fuckin’ game?” Jericho interjected.

Burke pinched the bridge of his nose. He thought he’d earned a break from the rabble for a while. “A myriad of reasons, Mr…?”

“Jericho.”

“Well. Jericho, you can count yourself the luckiest person in Megaton today.”

“Right. I still say I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Oh, you’ll see it. Almost ready.”

Burke finished the prep and gestured for the girl to come closer. “Talia, since we are here because of your work, perhaps you should kick this off.” He urged her another step closer with a hand on her shoulder and rather redundantly pointed out the big red button. “When you have finished savouring the moment, just push the button- and then mind your eyes.”

Talia tried to back away. “Oh, no, this is your thing. You should be the one to hit the switch. I mean look at it, it’s practically got your name written all over it. Don’t let me take that moment.”

Burke wafted the idea away. “Nonsense. You rigged the thing, you should have the honours. It’s really very simple.” He steered her back toward the console with firmer hands than before. “It’s perfectly safe for us at our location. Look, there’s no way to mess it up. What are you afraid of?”

She looked round at him, almost a perfect poker face, eyes flitting between Jericho, the ground, the horizon, something in the back of her mind. “Spiders,” she said, turning her face to one side and slamming her hand upon the button.

Burke froze, staring at her white knuckles atop the switch. She gave him no warning! He jerked his gaze up to the north, eager not to miss a moment. His heart leapt to his mouth as silent seconds went by- nothing!

But then- everything. An intense light enveloped the world, emanating from a single point on the horizon and expanding out, only happening in an instant. Instinctively he scrunched his eyes shut and shielded his face with an arm, but it was of little use. Bony shadows danced in the light that still seared his vision behind closed eyelids.

The flash faded just as quickly, though his vision took much longer to settle down. He braced himself for the next stages. There would be a shockwave, a heatwave, noise and wind. He faced it all, soaking up every sensation. It was stranger, more intense than he could have imagined. The immensity of it, even all these miles away and it sounded like the fabric of reality was under strain from the forces involved.

All through this the fireball churned and roiled its way upward, rising on a tower of smoke that billowed out the higher it grew, until finally amid the ensuing silence the infamous mushroom cloud seemed to hang over them even from where they stood .

“My God… What beauty… What purifying light...” It had been brighter than bright. The whole process left no uncertainty. Megaton was annihilated. Such awesome, absolute firepower, it was almost as if unleashing a sentient force. “That, my friend, is beautiful,” he pondered to his right.

When he received no response he turned. Talia was heaving herself up from the ground, bewilderment striking her somewhat doe-eyed. Jericho was looking equally dumbfounded just behind her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed when she’d got her balance.

“Ho-ly shit. He really did it!” exclaimed Jericho.

“Bravo Mr. Burke! What a grand display of fireworks!” Tenpenny cheered from his seat behind them all.

Burke took a deep breath and another lingering look at the result of his efforts of the past months. A beautiful way to wipe the slate clean if there ever was one. Behind him, the avatars of the old and new world stood bonded by the dust and dirt that covered them both, by the shock that had them looking back and forth for some assurance.

“So?” he asked them. He didn’t need to add anything more.

“I, uh, I didn’t really think he was gonna do it,” Jericho reflected.

Talia shot him a concerned look. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna be mad about losing Megaton now? I told you what was up.”

“My friends,” Burke interrupted. “We have not ‘lost’ anything. The Capital Wasteland is a better place now. This is one part of a new future. This very tower is a symbol of the progress we aim to make here. We will rebuild the world the way it was meant to be, not filled with knuckle-draggers like Megaton. You’ve both been a part of that today. You should be proud.”

“Well said, Mr Burke!” Tenpenny called. “I almost wish we had a few more nukes to detonate. You don’t see that very often. It really was quite a show, well done.”

“Thank you, sir. I had help, of course. Speaking of which, I should conclude business with our guests here.”

“Ah, quite right! And, send out some more scotch while you’re at it, would you.”

“Of course. If you’ll come this way...” Burke ushered Talia and Jericho back indoors to arrange her remaining payment.

Tenpenny’s voiced followed as far as the door. “Oh, damn! The bloody shockwave blew the chessboard over. I was winning that game!”

~

Burke closed the door behind Jericho as he left the empty suite, pockets jingling with Talia’s caps. “I’ve never seen someone spend their pay quite so quickly, you know.”

Talia shrugged. “He gets me here, he gets the caps. That was the deal. May as well get it over with.”

“Not the most astute deal,” Burke commented. He noticed she was breathing easier now the unofficial mercenary was somewhere else.

“He’ll probably spend it all here anyway. Then get bored and move on, with any luck.”

“Yes, but you could have spent it all here.”

The girl rolled her eyes a little and began to saunter around the vacant penthouse apartment. “Jeez, you sound just like my old teacher. Look, I had a problem and I solved it. I’m not interested in looking back at problems that don’t exist anymore. My new problem is that I’m broke. I’m hoping you’ve got a few more jobs since we last spoke about work, ‘cause I’m available. Maybe some maintenance around this place? Trust me, a place this big and old needs constant work. The vault did.”

Burke considered her optimism for a moment, then smiled and opened his arms. “Well, then, I suppose it all worked out perfectly.”

Perfect indeed. It wasn’t ideal that Jericho had his money, but she was likely correct that it would all make its way back into the tower coffers. Then if he didn’t move on of his own accord there were ways to remove him from their midst. No matter right now. She had done the job, was already asking for more, and she’d proven herself to be resourceful and forward thinking. Burke could certainly use someone like that. All the better then that Tenpenny wanted to do something with this vacant suite.

“Oh my god!” Talia screamed from somewhere unseen, before poking her head out of the bathroom door. “You have hot running water here?!”

Burke nodded and allowed her to freshen up, waiting by the door until she re-emerged. When she did, her face was freshly washed clean of the blood, dirt and grime collected during her journey to him. “That’s your hot running water, if you’ll accept the deed to this suite. As reward for a job very well done.”

She gawped at him. “Deed? You’re kidding? I… I can live here?”

Burke made a face to say that was correct. “Mr. Tenpenny requested himself that I offer it to you. No one else has done him such a service. So, what do you say?”

She gawped at him a few moments longer, and he thought he saw a slight glistening of moisture in her eyes before she broke the silence. “Is a deathclaw as terrifying as it sounds? Yes, of course I’d like to live here… Wow, fuck… Thank you.”

Burke took her hand and shook on the deal, patting her warmly on the shoulder. “It’s my pleasure. Welcome to civilisation.”

[writingtheskies12147]

Absolutely go read this it’s amazing

Imma just slide this in here…

***

Why did no one stop them?

Why did none of them see and stop them!

Why was he abandoned like this?

He’d make them see.

He’d make them all see.

Starting with the Bat…

*

“Dammit!”

“Hood, report.”

“There’s no timer. Looks like it’s remote activated.”

“That means—“

“He’s playing with us,” Jason growled. “He can set them off at any time.”

“Then we need to get the remote off him,” Batman brilliantly deduced.

“Good luck getting close enough.”

“I’ve got visual!” Nightwing reported. “Shit. That’s huge.”

“What is it?”

“Another bomb, but it’s the size of a minivan and covered in…is that kryptonite?”

“Oracle.”

“Right in the center of Gotham Park. Based on his other models, the blast radius covers two miles.”

“Do you see me!?”

Jason froze.

The Pit curled in his gut at the unfamiliar voice.

There, standing on the tallest roof next to park, a figure in white held a cartoonish looking gun.

Jason grappled closer.

The white focused into a lab coat covered a white jumpsuit. A black utility belt, boots, collar, and gloves provided contrast to make out his figure—

It was a child.

A child with a white streak in black hair, glowing green eyes, and lips pulled into a snarl.

Jason’s hands went cold.

The child aimed across the park and fired.

The laser struck a bomb and the top three floors of the complex were reduced to rubble.

Thank god we evacuated already.

But the show confirmed that this kid—this child younger than Red Robin—was indeed their rogue.

“Everyone stay where you are!” The boy called out. “You will hear what I have to say, or the city will feel it!”

The Pit made that weird feeling again.

Jason landed next door and three stories down. “Hey, kid!”

Those green eyes seemed to look through the helmet.

“If you’ve got something to say, I’m your best bet of getting it out there,” he lied.

“If I wanted your attention—“ he aimed at the vigilante, “—I would’ve started in Park Row.”

No one calls it that, he didn’t say.

“So who are you looking for?”

“The Bat.”

“Everyone is. What makes you so special?”

Those eyes flared brighter. “He’s part of the Justice League, and my beef is with them. You shut up and I won’t lump your city into the collateral.”

“Red Hood, stand down.”

“Get over here, B, I can’t stall him for much longer,” he muttered into the comms.

“I’m in position.”

The kid turned, weapon aimed at the shadows. “Get out here. Now!“

Batman stepped into the moonlight. “Disarm the bombs.”

“No.”

The Failed Father moved closer. “Disarm them.”

The kid lifted a small metal box. “I squeeze, we all go boom. You listen, Gotham stands another night.”

The Pit whispered. Lie, it hissed.

“He’s lying.”

“Red and I are working on the big one,” Nightwing reported. “Robin’s gathering the small ones.”

“You failed, Batman.”

He grunted.

The kid adjusted his grip on the gun. “Your entire League didn’t stop them. Didn’t see them for the danger they were until it was too late. You killed my sister!”

“Who didn’t we stop? Who killed her?”

“My parents built that fucking lab in the basement. They left it unlocked. They built a fucking blimp on the roof and none of you noticed!” He screamed. “None of you made them stop! None of you stopped them from killing me!”

Oh hell.

“No one noticed. No one cared!”

“The Justice League had nothing to do with—“

“Shut up!”

Green snuck along the edges of his vision.

Fuck, not now!

“You didn’t come when they were a threat, and you didn’t come when I was. You didn’t stop me from blowing up that school. You didn’t stop my sister from going inside!”

The kid’s voice steeled with cold fury that made the Pit writhe.

“My parents killed me. And you let them.”

He saw green.

Running out of mojo. Might write more later. Good night!

he’s just an angry little boy

So I wrote a dpxdc fic that’s actually more of a fusion. In which Danny isn’t turned into a ghost during the portal accident, he just gains some really bad Lazarus Pit Rage

Title: Half Rage

Summary: Ever since the accident, Danny has been seething with rage.

Excerpt:

A heavy blow knocks the books from his arms. Danny jolts and opens his eyes again as mean laughter fills the stairwell.

It’s Dash, of course. Who else would think it the height of entertainment to corner a lone boy? Danny glares. The fury washes over him again, like he hadn’t almost managed to bury it deep enough to last the rest of the day. He feels hot, sharp with it.

One of the kids behind Dash stops laughing abruptly as he catches the look in Danny’s eyes. But Dash himself? He’s either too stupid or too arrogant to take warning.

“Oho,” Dash says, “Is skunk boy angry at me? You were standing right in my path, Fenton. I couldn’t help it.” He chortles at his own words, and his friends follow suit.

They sound like a pack of hyenas, thinks Danny derisively. This observation is not helpful, not calming.

Miffed that he’s gotten no reaction from Danny, Dash reaches out to flick his hair. “What’s with the skunk stripe anyway?”

Danny doesn’t blink, not when Dash’s finger first jabs towards his face and not when the offending lock of bleached hair drops over his eye. He doesn’t move at all, an utter contradiction to the raging whirlwind in his chest.

“Think this makes you look cool or something?”

The rage is boiling up, seconds from spilling over.

“Think a girl like Paulina would ever go out with a skunk like you?” Dash tugs on the lock of hair, a single jerk hard enough to actually pull a few pale strands out.

And that’s it.

Time’s up.

Danny’s done.

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[littlepadika]

Hi!! Can I please request 💕Din, 🔥enemies to lovers, 💅dom!reader ??? Thank you!!☺️☺️☺️

OOOH I love dom!reader with Din mwahahaha this one is hot and takes a nosedive into soft. Your fave @axshadows?

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Male receiving oral, Dom reader

Din despised you. Whenever he'd be close to catching a bounty you would swoop in and finish the job yourself, stealing his thunder. You didn't do any work yourself. Din tried everything to shake you from his trail. He tried to lay a trap, he tried to split the reward, he even tried to kill you once. Nothing worked. You always slipped through his grasp.

Your conflict was coming to a head as Karga was tired of the constant bickering.

"Work it out you two or no pucks."

"Find someone else to steal from." Din glared up at you from his seat.

"But I like annoying you, Mando." You smirked. "Fine..." You groaned dramatically. "How about a deal? We both go after the same bounty. If you get him first then I'll leave you alone."

"You'll just come and steal it at the last second like you always do." Din shook his head.

"I'll play fair. I'll even give you a head start."

"I don't need a head start." Din leaned forward menacingly only you weren't scared at all. In fact you smiled.

"Let me finish." You held up your hands. "If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, things proceed as usual and you can't complain. Do we have a deal?"

"If I win, you should give me all the credits you stole from me."

"No way. Finders keepers."

Din grit his teeth under his helmet. Your little grin made something inside him ball up tight and sometimes he just wanted to throw you over his lap and-and- he didn't let himself think those things right now.

"I want a better deal." He folded his arms.

"You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. I'm perfectly happy with our current arrangement."

You loved playing with Mando, making him stutter and sigh. It started off as a power trip, making a Mandalorian putty in your hands. He tried to kill you once but he hesitated at the last moment. You realized his hatred for you wasn't pure, it was tangled with need. You knew he would miss you if you just left him by himself and you sure as hell would miss him too.

"How about..." You saunter over to him, perching yourself on the table in front of him. You saw him stiffen immediately, clenching his hands into fists on the seat below. "If you win... you can do whatever you want to me. You could try and kill me again, but something tells me that's not what you really want." You watched as the visor of his helmet turned towards you. You felt your heart pound faster knowing you had him in your grasp. "See... you could shut me up with a bullet in my skull or with your cock in my mouth. Decisions decisions, Mando."

With you left him dumbstruck at the table.

"Karga- We've reached a deal. One puck and we'll make it a race."

"One puck huh?"

"And don't make it an easy one." You hold your hand out. Karga rolls his eyes shoving two pucks into your hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a close one. Both of you were at the same cantina spying on the target. You happened to have more natural assests that drew the targets attention. What an idiot, you smirked ready to drop the sedative into his glass. What you didn't expect was for Din to blast the idiot to hell from across the cantina.

"I win." Din cheered, strolling up to pull the lifeless body off the counter.

"We said bring him in warm!" You glared at Mando.

"We never agreed on that."

"Didn't we?" You frowned.

Mando shook his head. He lugged the body over his shoulder with ease. "Come on, let's get out of here before the imps are on us."

Outside on the street it hit you that Mando won the bet technically. This would maybe be the last time you saw him if what he asked as reward was for you to leave him forever. The warmth in the pit of your stomach hoped that he'd ask for something different.

"You won, Mando." You stopped at the end of the street. He turned, the bounty still on his shoulder. "My ship is that way. Shall I take off never to return?"

The breeze made his cape flutter, but otherwise he was a statue. Conversely it made you squirm where you stood, tugging at your shirt which now felt too tight for some reason.

"No." He said quietly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Will you let me put the bounty away before we talk?"

"Fine." You shrugged nonchalantly though you were still nervous. "Lead on."

You had never been on Mando's ship before. It was dirty and breaking down but it softened him. Gave him some personality. He was less intimidating. The clutter and dusty knick knacks made him so human.

"So..." You place your hands on your hips trying to project confidence though you were becoming more and more anxious. "What'll it be, Mando?" Was this the end?

Din was freaking out. He stood on a shaky pedestal he had built to stand up to you. He had only pretended to be arrogant and capable. He played into his appeal towards you but now the game had ended. He was proud of his abilities to catch bounties, track targets, to kill, but his confidence ended there. He had no skills when it came to sex let alone with pretty women like you. You expected so much from him from the way you teased and talked crudely. Din knew he’d never live up to that. He didn’t even know where to start. His desire was bottled up in him with no clear outlet. Just a general direction towards you.

"Mando?" Your gaze softened a little. You realized perhaps he wasn’t going to send you away. You almost smiled as he rocked on his heels. The nervous tick was strangely endearing.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want-" Din struggled to find the words. "What you said in the cantina. You said I could silence you..."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What did you say? You couldn’t remember-

"When you said I could put my-my cock in your mouth." Din felt his cheeks heat up. He felt himself harden in is pants just at the dirty word.

"Did I say that?" You chuckled. “I guess I did. Is that what you want?"

Din nodded. He waited for you to take charge, tell him what to do, but for some strange reason you were waiting for him.

"You've never done this have you?" You realized, your smile falling off your face. You felt bad for how you treated him this whole time. Maker, you probably made him uncomfortable.

"No." Din looked down in shame. "Fuck-This was dumb. Just go away."

"Mando..." You stepped towards him placing a hand on his arm. The first time you've really touched him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging. Most guys don’t like me to be in charge.”

Din cringed further at the mention of your copious previous experience.

“Mando… look at me please-“ and he did feeling some of his dread subside. Your warm reassuring hand felt so good. “I'm happy to show you everything. I want to make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He wanted to explain himself, give excuses for his lack of experience, but the truth was he hadn’t found anyone he was interested in until you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now will you let me do this for you?” He looked at you, searching for honesty. There wasn’t a hint of disgust or doubt on your face.

Din nodded, feeling his stomach lurch in excitement. He felt safe with you which was another completely foreign feeling for him.

“Thank you, good boy.” The word shot through him, making him stand up straighter. You chuckled. “You like that?”

Din nodded shyly.

“Go and sit down.” You pointed at the crate against the wall. Din obeyed looking at you again for acknowledgement. You smiled kneeling down below him. “Good boy. See you’re a pro already.” Din blushed at your praise wanting to continue pleasing you. You slid your hands up his thighs slowly. “You can stop me at any point. Just say stop. My only rule is you have to tell me if I’m making you feel good. I wanna hear you.”

Din nodded his understanding. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” He said.

“Good boy. I know you can’t remove your armor which is fine. But can I take your cock out?”

Din nodded biting his lip. His dick was already straining against its confines. He exhaled sharply as you tugged down his waistband just far enough to pull him out. The only piece of skin exposed.

“You’re beautiful, Mando.” You cooed, stroking the warm length gently. You couldn’t wait to feel him in your mouth. A low broken cry cracked the voicecoder. “That’s it… feel good baby?” You stare right into his visor. Din swallowed harshly and nodded rapidly trying to keep from blowing his load.

“Tell me.” You reminded him of the rule.

“Yes!” He huffed. “It feels good. Please more.”

“We’re just getting started.” You promised opening you mouth and letting a dollop of saliva hit the head of his cock.”

“Oh Kriff…” Din pounded his fist against the crate. You continued your slow movements. You didn’t want to push him. He seemed lost in pleasure and you felt yourself warm at his trust in you. You slowly lowered your mouth on him, keeping your suction soft. He whined above you, his thighs flexing under your hands. You flicked your eyes up to him. His head was thrown back. You could see just a small slice of golden neck. He was sucking air between his teeth. The edges of the crate groaned under his grip.

“So-so good.” He mumbled between shallow breaths. You chuckled. He was trying so hard poor thing.

“It’s okay if you cum, Mando. I want you to.”

“But-“ Din’s hips jerked up into your hands. “What about you? I want to- I want-“

“Shh I know baby boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. Already wanting to jump ahead. “We’ll get there but first you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

And almost on instinct he did, hunching over as ropes and ropes slid into your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He croaked. It was better than anything he had done on his own. Your hot mouth and tongue had brought him so high only to let him plummet into his pleasure with no safety net. He was totally out of control. He didn’t hate it though. He loved it. He wanted more.

He came so much it made your pussy tighten longingly. His groans and sighs were gorgeous. You moaned, getting the last drops.

“Good boy…” You started stroking him back to full mast again. Surging with control and pride.

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A/N: ‘Tis the season for playoff beards so ‘tis the season for playoff beard fics. Thank you, thank you for the words of encouragement!! They mean the wooorld to me 🌍🌎🌏 !! Wherever you call home, I hope you’re having a great day/night!

Request: Could you maybe write a blurb about the reader being excited for the playoffs beard?

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader

Warnings: Allusion to smut  // WC: 2.1K // Fluff

You got the notification just as you finished paying off your tab at the bar. It had come after the blaring siren noise signaling the end of the game, after congratulatory hugs from your friends, and after the players raised their sticks up in appreciation for the fans in attendance.

With a win over the Rangers, The New York Islanders officially clinched the last playoff spot in the Eastern Division.

You had been a fan of hockey long before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player for a boyfriend. The feeling of your favorite team extending their playing into the postseason always caused excitement. But there was a different sort of pride you felt coursing through your veins as the camera panned to show an exceptionally smiley Mat.

“You know what this means,” one of your friends leaned down to whisper in your ear, a smirk on their face and a devious gleam in their eye, “Playoff beards.”

You sat frozen in your seat as the world continued to move around you. A vertigo sensation caused you to feel dizzy as the words grew with meaning. Again, you had been a fan of hockey before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player as a boyfriend. You had seen playoff beards before.

But you hadn’t seen a playoff beard on your boyfriend.

Knowing that their words caused you to silently spiral alone in your head, they patted your shoulder as a way of saying good luck.

When the waiter came back with your card, you slipped it back into your wallet, and bid your friends goodbye as you had to pick Mat up from the arena. They all waved goodbye with wicked smirks on their faces.

On your drive to the arena, you blasted music in hopes it would drown out the thoughts in your mind. You wanted a clear head when you talked to Mat about the game tonight, he would no doubt be excited about clinching a playoff spot, and you wanted to concentrate on driving safely. Once you made it to the arena, you parked where you always waited until Mat came out from the players exit.

Sitting alone in your car, with your knee bouncing, you turned the music up louder.

You needed to calm down, it was only the beginning of May and the playoffs wouldn’t start until a few weeks. It was too early to feel this excited about playoff beards. But when Mat texted you saying he would be a little late to your car because everyone was celebrating in the locker room… You succumbed to your desires and pulled out your phone.

New York Islanders playoffs 2020 was what you typed into the Google search bar. And when all you saw were team pictures, you narrowed down your search: Mat Barzal playoffs 2020. And low and behold… You were graced with images that your mind could only conjure up in your dreams.

To anyone, the pictures basically looked all the same: Mat in his New York Islanders gear, skating on the ice. His face was mostly hidden by his helmet, but you could still see him. And you could still see his playoff beard.

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nostrils as you continued to scroll.

The pictures ranged from clean shaven Mat, him growing out his scruff, and then to a full beard with long hair when the Islanders reached their furthest point in the Stanley Cup playoffs. You saw different versions of Mat, but the pictures on Google were more of an in your face kind of growth of his facial hair rather than a slow progression. While playoff games were played fairly close together, the press pictures weren’t privy to seeing the official start of his facial hair. 

The media wasn’t granted access to see how his facial hair progressed from the moment he went to sleep to when he refused to wake up in the mornings. But you would be able to see that growth. From the light stubble growing into scruff that would eventually grow to cover his jawline––

A knock on your window startled you and you locked your phone when you saw Mat wave at you through the window. With a smile, you unlocked the door and he opened it.

“Do you mind if we drive Beau to his place?” Mat said as he reached over his shoulder for the seat belt to buckle himself in.

You nodded repeatedly, and when Mat didn’t hear a verbal confirmation from you, he lifted his head at you with raised eyebrows. You cleared your throat and blinked a few times, “Yeah––Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Cool,” he smiled as he texted on his phone, presumably to Tito, “He had to go to the bathroom so he shouldn’t be far behind.”

You nodded your head again as you took in the way his clean shaven face lit up by the artificial lighting of his phone. He felt your stare on him and looked up with a tilt of his head.

“Good game,” you congratulated him and his smile widened. Mat dropped his phone to his lap, wanting to take in all of your words, “It was good, You were really good. Everyone played well and not to mention the playoff spot.” You leaned over the center console to press a kiss to Mat’s soft, clean shaven, face, “I’m proud of you.”

Mat playfully shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he played a good game, “Yeah it was exciting.”

You and Mat fell into a silence as he picked back up his phone, nudging Tito along, and you stared at him. More specifically, stared at his bare face. Your mind wandered from innocent thoughts to how facial hair would make him look older than his age, to more impious thoughts of how his beard would feel across your skin.

The back door opening stopped your thinking and caused you to jump as you and Mat turned your heads to see Tito duck into your car.

“Jeez, turn the music down.”

Bashfully, you turned the volume knob down and took your car out of park, “That was a nice goal you had, Tito.”

“Thanks,” you saw him smile brightly from your rearview mirror, “If only we could start growing out our playoff beards now.”

Mat laughed at Tito’s joke, but your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The two friends continued their banter, while your mind continued to spiral at the thought of Mat and his playoff beard. And after you dropped Tito off at his place, the silence between you and Mat continued as you drove to his apartment. You parked in the spot that you unofficially claimed as yours and walked into his building hand-in-hand.

Once he unlocked the door, and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack, Mat circled his arms around your waist and pulled you in close for a hug. You hugged him back just as tight, eyes closed with a soft smile toying at your lips. While Mat played aggressively during games, when he got back to his apartment, he liked to wind down.

Mat nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck and you felt a breath of hot air fan your neck. You felt content standing in the entrance of Mat’s apartment; strong arms around you, as he began to softly press his lips against your neck. His kisses weren’t urgent, they were gentle, and lingering in one spot. His slow pace also clued you into that he didn’t expect his kisses to lead to anything further.

He just wanted to press his lips to your skin to feel you.

“Are you excited for my playoff beard?” Mat mumbled into your neck.

Your whole body froze up.

Mat let out a small chuckle, and with your arms still around him, you slightly leaned back to look at him, “What?”

With one last kiss to your neck, Mat pulled away and looked down at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “After the game, the boys were talking about how their wives and girlfriends get all excited for the beards in the postseason,” his smirked widened as he pinched your waist, “And you were very quiet tonight.”

“That’s not true,” you tried to cover yourself as you felt embarrassment brewing in the pit of your stomach, “I––I said you played a good game.”

“Mhm,” Mat hummed with a proud smile, “But after Beau brought up the beards you were dead quiet.”

And just like how you went quiet in the car at the mention of playoff beards, you went quiet now. Because how were you supposed to verbalize your excitement? You knew you could say anything and it would feed into Mat’s ego…But how were you supposed to tell him how unimaginably excited you were to see his playoff beard while also expressing the tiniest bit of disappointment mourning his clean shaven face?

With his clean shaven face he looked so youthful. You could clearly see his smile lines when he tipped his head back in laughter, feel his soft skin on yours when he brushed his cheek against yours, and it was the version of him you fell in love with. Not to say you still wouldn’t love the version of Mat with a playoff beard.

Because when you really thought of him growing out a beard…All you thought about was how the dark facial hair would enhance the strong dark color of his eyes. How he would look more mature. And how the short hairs scratching against your skin would drive you absolutely insane. You would love that Mat just as much, but you had to keep your thoughts in check.

“I am excited to see you grow out a beard,” you breathed out a laugh and broke eye contact with him after you saw his eyebrows raise with enthusiasm. You played with the fabric of Mat’s dress shirt between your thumb and index finger, “I just can’t think too much about it.”

“Oh?”

He sounded intrigued.

You poked his stomach and rolled your eyes, “I looked at pictures of you from previous seasons and it…” you took a deep breath and looked up into his greedy eyes, wanting to hear all of your thoughts about him, “I had a lot of emotions.”

“Care to share those emotions?” He tried to keep his mischievous tone to a minimum, but with the way his smirk widened and his hands crept under your t-shirt, you knew he was losing a battle with himself.

“They’re private.”

Mat tipped his head back in laughter; eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, crinkled nose, with those smile lines you loved so much. He squeezed your hips once more and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. At his close proximity, you let your eyes close at his close proximity; always captivated with the feeling that encased your body when his lips kissed your body.

Still keeping his face close to yours, he dragged his nose across the side of your face until his smooth cheek rested against yours, he breathed in your ear, “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Your chest expanded with the deep breath you inhaled. His face was so clean––so soft––as he brushed his skin against yours. There wasn’t a feeling you loved more than his skin on yours. And thinking about the new feeling of his facial hair on your skin sent your body into overdrive.

Your voice slightly wavered as you continued to rub the material of his shirt between your fingers, “I think we need to set a precedent.”

“Oh?”

He sounded like he knew exactly what you were proposing.

You shrugged your shoulders, shyly looking up at him as his eyes darkened with every second of silence that passed. With Mat’s hands placed directly on your skin, his thumbs slowly started to rub small circles on your waist.

“You know…” your small voice trailed off, “To see if I prefer you clean shaven or with facial hair.”

Mat’s smirk transformed into a full blown smile as he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you right up against his body. You felt his chest expand a few times as he let out a confident chuckle, “Say no more.”

After both of you agreed on the proposal you brought forward, and Mat dragged you into his bedroom, the only word you said was his name as he ducked his head under the sheets and began to kiss down your torso.