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allandoflimbo · 5 years ago

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Take It Back (Chapter 19)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

Chapter Warnings: Language.

A/N: Over my manic episode lol, now back to work. :) Here you guys go. Sorry it took so long to get my shit together. I love you. ALSO, i know a lot of you guys caught up with it on AO3, so just let me know if you no longer wanna be tagged in this. :)

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It had become routinary.

Like an immortal soul or a person without any malice and without non-malice intent, you’d carry on and on.

You’d wake up at five-thirty am, take a hot shower, go for a run, take another shower, get dressed for work, stop by your choice of restaurant that week, pick up cat food, feed Pebbles, clean the house, take another shower, put on your PJs, and binge-watch American Horror Story until it was too late to decide if it was actually too late to go to bed.

It took exactly one week into your emotional break down for you to realize that your life had to be this way in order for you to succeed. It was the only way you could keep yourself distracted from the other thoughts of guilt that would lead to ultimate heartbreak.

You had left Ashlyn’s life in a way that you didn’t see yourself doing.

At first, you felt wrong for it.

She was your only sister and the only closest family member you had left. You especially thought it was wrong for leaving without any explanation. But eventually, after much-considered thought, you decided that even though it was wrong, it was the best choice. It was something you had to do.

You had to do it because it would be wrong of you to hang out with her or have some kind of association with her without her knowing the evil thing that you had done behind her back.

It didn’t sit well with you.

You also realized that if you stuck around, you would probably develop some kind of hate for her that would be beyond your control; hate made out of jealousy and envy.

You wouldn’t be able to see them together ever again, you would not bring yourself to.

You had texted her a few days after your decision, explaining to her that new opportunities had arisen in your life and that you might be seeing less of her because of it.

Though you still reassured her that you would continue to stick around if she needed anything and she reciprocated vice versa.

As much as you disliked her, as much as you didn’t like the choices she’s made, or person that she had become, at the end of the day she was always your big sister. That was a kind of bond you couldn’t break.

After she’d wished you good look and good wishes, you wondered if you should contact Bucky.

You wondered if he would tell her.

That was the first time the thought entered your mind and it scared the shit out of you. You prayed that he wouldn’t say a thing.

You thought about Steve as well. You knew he wasn’t dumb but you were thankful that he never mentioned anything both that night. But for some reason, you couldn’t get that damn look he had on his face. You couldn’t forget the way he looked at you at the wedding.

He had chased you, and he looked hurt by you.

Like he knew.

Sometimes you wonder if maybe if it had been Bucky that had run after you if you would have stayed.

But it wasn’t.

After that conclusion, you begged yourself to move on.

That was when the routines began- it kept you busy and distracted.

It had been five months and two days since you walked out of his life.

After much time, it was going a lot better than how you thought it would. You started by distracting yourself with your own life.

You even picked up extra hours at work and spent endless nights learning new recipes.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you ended up watching way too much of the news. Maybe it was the adult in your trying to peak out, or maybe you were just that desperate to get away from your own issues.

You and pebbles sat on your couch as you both mocked Trump’s face on CNN, softly caressing Pebble’s little black head.

Your sat on your legs, your little throw blanket thrown over your lap and Pebbles next to your feet on the couch.

You shook your head in dismay as yet another scandal unfolded itself.

“What a dumbass, Peb.”

Meow.

You gasp.

“What do you mean you would have voted for him?”

Meow. Prrrr.

You huff.

“That’s what I thought, you little nugget.”

Everything during the day got easier as time went by, including life.

Slowly, you had cut yourself out of everyone’s lives.

You didn’t want to, but you felt like it was the best choice in such a predicament.

You didn’t answer Steve’s calls.

Bucky never even attempted to reach out to you except for one night about a week ago.

You had stared at your phone in a trance, completely puzzled at first, before tossing it on your couch.

You went back to sliding on your sneakers for your daily run.

No.

You ran your emotions away until the sweat mingled in with your tears.

You didn’t even realize it started pouring until you had to stop on the side of the road, breathing hard as you attempted to catch your breath.

You let your head fall down as your hands rested on the knees of your bent legs. You sobbed relentlessly as the thunder clashed in the skies above you.

The overwhelming guilt consumed you.

You had done good, you did everything you could to distract yourself and to not think about him.

But during the nights it was the hardest.

Simply put: you were lonely.

You missed your friends, Steve, and Nat. You wanted to make peace with Steve, you wanted to tell Nat how sorry you were for being a coward, and most importantly, you missed him.

You’d wake up the next day and repeat it all again.

It was the only thing that helped.

The beginning months of their marriage had been rocky.

It had gone in any way you would’ve expected for a man who had just cheated on his wife.

Their wedding night had been a disaster.

When they returned to their room that night, in a mix of tight hand-holding and severe lack of eye contact, Bucky had allowed Ashlyn to go into their suite before him.

While inside, he sat on the bed, back faced to her, and he had been silent as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

Ashlyn had stared at him, even though he couldn’t see her.

The silence had been unbearable.

She felt pain-filled tears in her eyes at his cold demeanor.

He was treating her not how a husband should, especially on their wedding night.

He was treating her like something was very wrong.

She didn’t understand why.

Their ceremony had been everything she had ever dreamed of, but during the reception, he had barely stared into her eyes. He didn’t look at her during their dance, and only once or twice after that.

They made brief eye contact once when his eyes had been cold and soulless. In an instance, a part of her heart hurt badly within her chest.

What’s wrong? She had wanted to say.

She wasn’t too oblivious. She knew that months ago something had happened with him and someone else, especially after she had been gone for so long on her work trips. She knew that they had gone through a big bump in the road.

And the guilt of that had eaten her alive and she promised to put it behind her, so she continued to strive for them - to make this work. Ashlyn wasn’t sure exactly what Bucky had done, but like a silent mutual agreement, neither touched the subject any further.

For some time, she had even believed maybe she was wrong because they started doing so well again.

But their wedding day and their wedding night went anything but well.

She had gone into their bathroom and slowly taken off her jewelry and dress. Soft tears ran down her face as she took the hundreds of bobby pins out of her hair, laying them down on the sink with shaky fingers.

She had refused to look at herself in the mirror, knowing that she’d start crying right away.

She slid on a pair of matching pink silk PJ shorts and a tank top.

Neither said a word as she slid up next to him on the bed.

It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t even make love to her that night.

It took time, but eventually, he had gathered her in his arms, caressing the sides of her waist as she breathed against him.

Her lingerie was tucked away and left untouched in her suitcase.

They didn’t talk about it, and Ashlyn swallowed back heavy tears as he laid motionless without saying a word.

It took them hours to fall asleep that night.

Early that morning they took their flight out to Mykonos.

He held her hand the entire flight, occasionally giving her a small smile that never reached his pretty blue eyes.

A pair of eyes that ones use to shy but were now a pit of no emotions.

Ashlyn tried to hold back more tears as he laid his head against the window, staring down at the puffy clouds and not at her.

She regretted it- the nightly escapades -what she had done with men on her work trips, what she had sacrificed to give them.

Their future was now filled with materialist fortune because of her filthy mistakes, and she most importantly regretted what she had done with his father.

She wanted them to be okay.

She wanted him to love her the way he used to.

She sniffed slightly as her throat grew tight. She laid her head on his shoulder.

The heavyweight of her head made Bucky look down at his lap, closing his eyes tightly together.

He felt awful.

Sure, he didn’t want Ashlyn anymore, but something just didn’t sit well with him knowing what he did and Ashlyn knowing damn well that he was acting strange.

On their honeymoon, when they did talk they argued.

They had gone to a little restaurant in a bay area but barely spoke a word to each other.

The air was tense and his kisses only lingered like a tangent poison on her lips.

Every night he had woken up shaking and sweating. He always dreamed of you and your gorgeous smile.

He could hear you saying his name in his dreams, and he could feel the bones of your hips on his hands as he guided you to move above him.

Then, he would hear you tell him you loved him and he would start crying in his sleep.

They were never loud enough to wake Ashlyn up, but it was strong enough to make him stir and awaken.

They didn’t make love until the night before they flew out.

It had been spontaneous and Bucky had done it more out of anger and stress after he had seen something in a gift shop that reminded him of you.

He had whimpered against Ashlyn's mouth as he held her against the wall of their little bedroom. It was a small room, about thirty by forty feet because they had wanted the trip to be as authentic as possible.

His hands helped to wrap her legs around his waist and he grabbed her harshly, forcing his tongue down her throat.

He shoved her beneath him onto their bed as they ripped each other’s clothes off.

Next, he had taken her brutally against the mattress.

Afterward, Ashlyn had been stunned.

He had never fucked her that way before. It had been purely carnal, dirty.

She laid shaking that entire night.

He woke up again that dawn, having dreamed of you again.

He knew he needed help, he knew that the guilt was eating him alive and so was the sadness of losing you.

Four five months, their marriage has been silently suffering and grew complicated. The other wondered how long it would be before one of them said something to make or break it.

They moved into Bucky’s father’s penthouse shortly after.

It was beautiful. It wasn’t as big as Ashlyn would have expected, and Bucky also had sworn it used to be bigger when he used to live with his parents. It had an average size foyer that would lead into the living room. The wood flooring was light and contrasted beautifully with the white walls. To the right was a large window that occupied most of the wall, and to the far side was a decent sized kitchen with dark brown cabinetry. Down the hall was a guest bedroom and a powder room.

On the left side was a dining room and then to the corner glass stairs that led up to the upstairs area where there were three other bedrooms, one full bathroom and a master bathroom that connected to the master bedroom.

The mere thought that Bucky was now sleeping in the same bedroom that his now-dead parents used, made something creep up his spine - a cold and chilling feeling.

It didn’t help their marriage and it certain didn’t help with the other emotions he had felt.

They would eat dinner in silence and then they would have silent meaningless sex on their dinner table in a tangle of confusion and unspoken declarations.

It got to the point where Ashlyn had left for work every morning without even waiting for him anymore.

She would feel used and empty, the bruises on her hips nagging and mocking her for the rest of the day.

Ashlyn considered just asking Bucky what was going on.

She wanted to, but she was afraid.

It had been going on for five months.

It’s a Tuesday morning when Bucky was having breakfast by himself in the kitchen. He hears a knock on his door.

He looked up from his phone, where he had been reading today’s news.

He perks a brow, not expecting anyone to have been at his home at this time. He hadn’t even seen Steve since his wedding day, their little awkward encounter not yet having been addressed.

It was evident neither wanted to.

“Come in.” He said loudly through a mouth full of honey nut cheerios.

The big white door swung open.

Bucky was slightly scared at who the intruder was until he saw a big head of red pop out from behind the door.

A long sigh escapes his lips.

The beauty spins her head around and gives him a bright smile, closing the door behind her.

She perks a brow.

“You didn’t comb your hair today, I see.”

Bucky runs a quick hand through his hair as he swallows down the cereal.

“What gives? My house, I can do I want.” He mumbles swirling his spoon in his milk.

He peaks a teasing eye up at Nat and smirks.

“Yeah, I can see that.” She laughs.

“What’s up?”

“How are things with you and Ashlyn?”

Bucky stalls for a moment, swirling his milk one more time, before responding.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, I’ve just noticed that you’ve been a bit different the last few months,” Nat states simply.

Bucky sighs, looking out towards the kitchen window and out into the city.

He gives into himself and sighs.

“It’s been better, Nat. Marriage isn’t as easy as we’d hope I guess.” He mumbles the end as he takes the bowl off the island and turns around to put it in the sink.

Nat sighs, “Yeah, I can imagine. Why do you think I haven’t gotten married yet?”

Bucky chuckles, “You’re right. You’re smart.”

There’s a small smile on his face when he says it as he spins back around, but Nat senses the pleading tone in his voice and both of them are quiet.

Nat eyes him up and down before she reaches into her bag.

Bucky narrows his eyes at her.

“Just know that if there’s anything you need, you can just ask me. If you need a friend, advice, anything. If you guys need any help-”

“Thanks, but we’re fine.” He cuts off curtly but not in a rude manner.

Nat ignores him and pulls out a white card and slides it across the table.

“Please don’t take this as an insult or me trying to pry or anything like that, because it’s none of my business. But I think this might help you both.”

Bucky takes the card.

Couple’s Therapist

Bruce Banner

34 6th Street

New York, NY

(212)***-****

Bucky looks at it for a second.

He contemplates it, really contemplates it, and he finds the gesture comforting and surprisingly sweet.

He bends the edge of it as he reads the name of the doctor repeatedly- over and over again.

“Thanks.”

Bucky could care less any longer about salvaging his wedding with Ashlyn. He should’ve known it was all an evil scheme for her since the beginning, so he was doing this for his own selfish needs.

Bucky wants nothing more than to rip his hand out of hers as they sit next to each other on the dark brown leather chairs. He hopes the good doctor doesn’t see right through his phony act.

Dr. Banner was soft-spoken and wore small glasses on the peak of his nose. He gave off a sweet soul that automatically piqued Bucky’s interest. From his first firm handshake, he knew that Banner would be someone he could trust.

Bruce gave the beautiful couple a small smile before sitting down directly in front of him.

The room smelled of aloe and mint, calming Ashlyn for the first time in a long time.

“Mr. And Mrs. Barnes please sit.”

“Thanks.” Both Bucky and Ashlyn said.

Bruce takes off his glasses and eyes the couple curiously.

“So let’s start by introducing ourselves. You just got married five months ago?”

“Yes. Sir.”

He lays his glasses down on the table in front of him.

“That’s very recent. I’m surprised.”

Ashlyn gives Bucky a side glance as Bucky continues to hold steady eye contact with Banner.

“Yes, we’ve had some issues in the past.”

Bucky’s jaw ticks.

Bruce notes this.

“Well, we’re going to discuss possible issues that maybe could’ve arisen and insecurities between the both of you. This will be a long process, but I will do in my best ability to help you both. We’re going to put all our walls down for this, do you understand? No secrets from me.”

Bucky swallows while Ashlyn nods. She looks once more at him and Bucky is still facing forward, jaw tight and tense.

“You see? He can’t even look at me.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

Bucky doesn’t respond.

“Do you want a divorce? We’ve been married for five months. You didn’t even have sex with me on our wedding night.”

Banner raises a comical brow at this.

“I can’t leave you.”

Bucky says fiercely. The silence that follows it is tense and questioning.

“So we need to make this work,” Ashlyn says, quickly letting go of his hand.

Their first session with Banner was an hour and five minutes long. It was the most the couple had talked to each other since their wedding day, and it solved absolutely nothing.

Dr. Banner sighed as he watched them walk away, not really knowing what the hell he was going to do with them.

He was just thankful that they were done screaming so he could take his small coffee break and read a bit.

Of course, that was cut short when he heard a small knock coming from his door.

“Yes?”

Bucky walks in slowly, a mischievous look in his eyes as he slowly closing the door behind him.

Banner raises a surprised brow at him.

“James? Something wrong?”

Bucky licks his lips nervously.

“N-no sir, I just…”

Well, this was interesting, Banner had to admit. He sits down on his desk, still keeping one foot on the floor.

He notices how upset and nervous Bucky is and it’s the first sign of emotion he had shown aside from anger all day. It intrigues the doctor.

“You can tell me.”

“If I ask to see you privately, as my therapist, would what me and you talk about be confidential?”

Bruce is silent for a second as he connects the dots. He notes Bucky’s fidgeting hands and his pleading eyes.

Something was killing the poor kid.

“Is there something you don’t want Ashlyn to know?”

“Yes.” It comes out in a whimper. His tone, begging.

“James, if whatever this has to do with your marriage, you should tell your wife. You're here to fix your relationship with her, but yet you want my help to help keep something hidden from her.”

Bucky is silent as he looks away, defeated. This stuns the doctor.

“You’re not here for your marriage.” Bruce says it like it’s not questionable, “you’re here for you.”

Bucky’s stance and tone become pleading as he steps closer to Banner.

“It has more to do with my health though. Look, I know it doesn’t make sense but I need help, please. I’ll pay you twice or ever three times as much. As much as you want. Please, doctor Banner.”

Bruce didn’t like this, but for some reason, he figured that maybe if he helped Bucky with his private issue, it could eventually fix the problem he had with his wife.

Maybe.

He regrets it a bit after he says it, but he does.

“Alright, I’ll help you.”

You had another episode last night and it was worse than usual.

You swore you could feel his soft hands on your hips as you moved on top of him.

You felt the whispers of his voice against your ears as he kept telling you he loved you, and it felt so real.

You were a ghost when you woke up, and your body robotic. The sun wasn’t up yet so you turned on your side lamp on your nightstand since it wasn’t too bright and wouldn’t hurt your eyes.

It took you a bit for you to come to your senses and for you to notice that you had gathered your personal belongings on your bed and that you were throwing things out.

Things that reminded you of Ashlyn. Pictures of when you were kids, T-shirts, gifts she had given you - everything.

Tears ran down your face as you skim your finger over one specific picture of you and your sister with your parents.

You sobbed and your sadness became anger as you continued to stare at her in the picture.

How dare she get the loving man, how dare he love her more than you…you were angry.

And you wanted to move on.

In a fury, you rip the pictures into tiny pieces until they’re scattered all over your bed.

Your breathing is shallow and heavy as you look at the mess you’ve made.

With a different kind of pain that you hadn’t felt in a long time, you bury your face in your hands and cry silently.

Everything around you was silent. The house was silent and so was the world outside.

You were alone.

Fifteen miles away sat Steve in his work office at Barnes Enterprises.

He had just put his two-week notice in and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He couldn’t stand to work for Bucky right now, not after the wedding night and not knowing anything about what was happening.

It distracted him too much and it made him upset.

He’d gotten a new job at a new company five blocks down. Steve had requested two weeks from his top guy so he didn’t even have to talk to Bucky directly to let him know he was leaving.

He was almost entirely packed except for some things that he still had to finish before he left.

It was early morning and he was finishing up one of his files when the image of you clouded his mind.

The image of you running out of his best friend’s wedding and crying haunted him.

He needed to find you.

That’s when he had stopped doing what he was doing and he pulled out his phone.

He found your name without thinking and clicked the little phone icon under your name.

Steve lets out a heavy breath as he brings his phone to his ear. With his other hand, he runs it through his hair and pulls slightly at the top.

ring.

Come on. Come on. He says in his head as he bounces his left leg up and down. What was he even going to say?

The ring cuts off and he sucks in a breath-

“I’m sorry but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.”

His heart falls into the pit of his stomach.

In your room, you had somehow fallen asleep through all your crying, and your phone laid silent and untouched on your nightstand.

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The light was on in the living room when Kal’tsit woke up. She groaned - it was happening again. “Oh, darling!” She called through the open door in a somewhat sharp sing-songy voice. “I thought we talked about getting up at 3 am to write on your board!”

“But I had a dream and I had to get it down before I forgot it!” The response came as Kal’tsit stepped out into their living room to find the Doctor with her nightgown on, notepad and pencil in hand.

“So this isn’t a shipping thing, then?” Her wife asked, genuinely interested in what could be a new development. “Or is this a matchmaking plan you had?”

The Doctor looked up from her work to give her a quizzical stare. “What are you talking about? I’d never actually try to get these couples together...I mean, seriously, Provence and Scavenger? Come oooon.”

“Right, yeah, totally unreasonable.” Kal’tsit smiled to herself, remembering the lovely invitation she’d received for their upcoming wedding not two days prior.

“It’s not about if they would actually work together, anyway.” She beamed a smile in Kal’s direction. “It’s about imagining the arc they would have to take to get them there.”

Her logic was met with a blank stare. “Uh-huh.”

“Come on, babe, play with me in this space for a little bit. I know, I know, it’s early, but-”

“Doctor dearest, you know what I’m like.” After watching the change in the Doctor’s face, however, she sighed. “But I can make an exception this once.”

She cheered, which involved a wild flailing of limbs one might call a dance if it weren’t horizontal and much less coordinated. “Yes! Alright, alright, calm down, let’s not blow this...Okay. Okay. So, where do we start...”

“I’d imagine we start with a couple?” Kal’tsit offered, taking a seat on the couch on the opposite end.

“True...Alright, you pick a person, and I pick a person, and that’ll be our match.” The Doctor turned to a fresh page in her notepad. “Ready?”

Her wife chuckled - Kal had to admit, she was damn cute when she got like this. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“One, two, three!” “Ethan.” “Astesia.” “...Huh.”

“Alright, we have our happy couple,” Kal’tsit observed. “Now what?”

The Doctor steepled her fingers, notepad at her side. “Well, we should start with what we know. What do we know they have in common?”

“They’re both Infected, they both have ties to outside factions, they both...um...that’s what I’ve got.”

“Both of them keep secrets while trying to be as open as they can.” That earned her a look. “Astesia doesn’t talk about her society, but she’s an open book when it comes to astrology and divinations, and Ethan won’t tell us everything about his past but loves dishing dirt about Reunion and some of the things he’s done.”

She sighed. “You’re right, I just never would have seen that.”

“It’s okay, darling; that’s why I’m here!” The Doctor hopped on the couch to get within ear-scratching range and proceeded to do just that.

“Prrrr...” Kal leaned into it, entirely forgetting the early hour. “H-hey, don’t rile me up too much, or we’re never going to finish this.”

She smirked. “Alright, if you insist. They both have rather refined tastes - Astesia because of her background, and Ethan for the exact opposite reason. Actually, that’s pretty important; Astesia lived the life of a rich man’s daughter, pursuing her fancies and becoming involved in a hyper-sophisticated elite occult society of some sort, while Ethan has lived on the ground his entire life, fighting for the Infected’s right to be acknowledged with nothing more than cans of spray paint. Despite that, they’ve both had crises of faith, sort of; Ethan has been a pacifist resistance fighter for so long, he’d lost hope that there’d ever be a future for the Infected, and when Astesia became Infected, she was suddenly confronted with the limitations of her chosen field. I think Ethan’s morale is higher, since his fears are pretty firmly assuaged now that he’s with us while Astesia’s battle is really one only she can fight, but...hmm.”

“I took for granted that you’re in charge of HR. That was a really deep analysis for something like a shipping diagram, darling.”

“How do you think I got this good?” The Doctor kissed Kal’tsit’s forehead. “You have to be good at this sort of thing if you want to argue about pairings on the forums.”

Kal’s ear twitched. “The...forums?”

“There’s a group of us here in RI who talk to each other anonymously on this one site. They’re actually the ones who told me about our history together, so my little hobby is what got us together~”

“I will never disparage your fake matchmaking hobby again,” Kal’tsit swore. “When does any of this turn into something meaningful, though?”

Her wife nodded sagely. “That would be the meet-cute.”

“The meet who?”

“The meet-cute.” The Doctor giggled at Kal’s blank stare. “You really are new to this, I love it. It’s when a couple have their first encounter; like, they aren’t romantically involved, but this first meeting foreshadows it, and usually it’s kind of out-there. For us, that’d be when you gave me my first briefing.”

Kal’tsit, head now resting in the Doctor’s lap, shook her head. “There wasn’t anything weird about that, was there?”

“I kept having to grab my pockets with my hands to stop myself from rubbing behind your ears.”

“Oh, that’s what you were doing.” She chuckled. “I thought you were cold, and I was this close to grabbing your hands myself just so you’d focus on what I was saying.”

The Doctor gave her another ear-scratch. “That’s exactly what made it a meet-cute; we were both so awkward, it made a normal meeting basically impossible. So, what’s their moment like that?”

“It couldn’t be one of Astesia’s readings,” Kal’tsit noted, twirling some of the Doctor’s hair around her finger.

“It wouldn’t be a bad one, but it’s better as an ah-ha moment, I agree.” She thought for a moment. “You know, I can’t think of a time I sent them on a mission together.”

Kal nodded. “They go on a mission, and they’re sitting next to each other on the transport back. Ethan tries to make small talk, which Astesia responds to, and then they’re ambushed.”

“Oh, I like that - Reunion grunts, definitely a couple of Wraiths in there, they fight them off and resume heading home...but now they’ve not just gone on a mission, they’ve fought together, like back-to-back almost. Talk about bringing people together.”

“Speaking of which,” she rubbed her hands together, “the next thing is Ethan asking for a reading and finding out something moving in his love sector, right?”

The Doctor shrugged. “That’s a little too straightforward.”

“Too straightforward? For who?”

“Well...how do I explain this,” she mused for a moment. “Life isn’t that simple, so for a ship to sail right, going for the obvious connections is kind of like taking the easy way out.”

Kal’tsit sighed. “Alright, then, what happens next?”

“Well, let’s see...”

A few days later, Ethan walked into Dr. Kal’tsit’s office with his usual, almost accidental stealth. “Yo, Dr. Kal’tsit, you got a minute? I need to ask you about something.”

“One second.” She growled something into her phone before hanging up. “Alright, go ahead. What is it?”

“Normally I’d talk to the Doctor, but...anyway, I was wondering if you could talk to her about her most recent shipfic.”

Kal’tsit’s eyes flew to the door. “Come in and close the door behind you.”

“Sure.” He complied. “Anyway, I wanted to ask - is she psychic or something?”

“I’m starting to wonder that - she did call Provence and Scavenger, after all...You and Astesia, right?”

He scratched behind his head. “I don’t wanna say she gave me the idea, but I write myself, and after reading her post, I got to thinking, and...our convoy got ambushed earlier today.”

“My God.”

“Now, I don’t think I should try to force anything, but, well, we did kind of hit it off, so...” Ethan sighed. “Any advice?”

She smiled. “Life is never as straightforward as we want it to be, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make it simpler. Ask her to give you a reading; if she says good things about your love sector, maybe see if she can clarify things a little more.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Well, that’s all I needed to ask, so I’ll let you get back to it.”

“One thing before you go, Ethan?” Kal’tsit gestured to her cell phone. “Give me a call after you’ve gotten an answer.”

He gave her a curious look. “Why’s that?”

“So I can rub it in the Doctor’s face if I’m right, and prepare a good response if I’m not.”

#arknights #dr. kal'tsit (arknights)#ethan (arknights)#original ask mentioned the Doctor needing to hide her board #but the idea that she actually lures Kal into it amuses me a bit more #and besides #our Kal'tsit has a heart in her chest #unlike some other interpretations #so...yeah #hope you still like it anon!#arknights fic

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 4 years ago

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BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH NOODLE ANALYSING THINGS AT 1:37 IN THE AFTERNOON BECAUSE AMERICAN BOYS HECKED UP MY SLEEPING SCHEDULE (yes jess, keep blaming the american boys, that way christina won't murder me because i just love spending time with her too)

Okay Okay. So KAGEYAMA BABY ANY DAY SPENT WITH YOU IS AN EXCELLENT FIRST DATE. ILL COUNT BEING AT YOUR VOLLEYBALL GAME AS A FIRST DATE BABY DW. And like, him buying things just because you said he liked it, well I have a lIST jk baby dont waste your money on meeeeeeeeee. I'd buy this man all the milk before he could get to the vending machine

OMG TSUKISHIMA AND THE DINOSAUR FACE MASK- but he would tho????? like you aren't even wrong???? this man would see this dino face mask and be like uwu could I have it on my face rn plz and you'd have to say yes because look at him. Could probably find a strawberry face mask (one that looks like a strwaberry) and this man would just try n propose on the SPOT

Tanaka. Sweetie. THESE SELF ESTEEM ISSUES DO NOT ALLOW AGGRESSIVE PRAISE BUT OMG (wait fic idea.................. ill message it you <3) But like that is so sweet. catch me looking around my room for the audacity of this bitch, because omg. He's such a sweetheart tho, like my heart <3

I do love the idea of Yams just being like "owo that is a v nice colour. mayhaps put it on me" and youre like, omg yes bb of course and he just lights up cuz omg pretty girlfriend (in my case) is gonna put nailpolish on. hes so sweet. too pure. bruh, you just know hes chatting shit bout people when you do it

KENME. BABY. YES LETS PLAY ALL THE TWO PLAYER GAMES!!!!!!!! my heart would simply pass away. like im so useless but omg yes. and like, it all depends on which cage of chickens gets blown up. if its the sacrificial chickens, then I guess its fine, but such a mood. like i get so scared by every mob that hed just laugh at me in full diamond armour

i would die if someone watched/read all the manga/anime i liked just because they wanna talk about things with me. tendou i love you so much, come hold my hands, ill make some food and feed you (cuz this mfer is the 2nd smallest eater) we can watch stuff together, and ill watch horror films. and just hold me baby

I. WANT. USHIJIMA. TO. HOLD. ME. EVERYWHERE. i need my physicial affection and if my bb boy is gonna just give it to me then im gonna have a gooooood day. like this man would be so cuddly and i would pass away. let me in those arms, ill be flipping off oikawa while you tell him he should have come to shiratorizawa. ugh. i love him *cries*

MY LOVE. MY ANGEL. MY SWEETHEART. PIES YOU HAVE DONE SO WELL, THIS IS PERFECT, MAKES MY HEART SO WARM. YES YE SYE SYE SY SYE SYE SY EYS EYS EYS EYS YES

things they do when they love you

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma, Tendō Satori, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: literally nothing - pure fluff <3

A/N: sorry for the lack of content lately! I’ve been super busy with work and school and I feel myself starting to get selfconscious of my work again so I’m hoping I can break through the writers block it comes with! Hope you enjoy! Also thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 and @satan-ruler-of-hells for listening to me talk about this fic probably a million times lol

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Kageyama is awkward with telling you how he feels so he just tries to give you things to show you. like you mentioned once you liked the protein bar that Coach gave you guys and now he bought every single one of them from the store and is bringing it to your house. Oh did you say you liked milk too? Well I guess he’ll just have to bring you the whole fucking vending machine. Just wants to show he will provide you with all the things you love, pls love him back. I feel like he’d also be bugging his older sister all the time - asking her all sorts of questions about girls. She’s the reason your first date wasn’t at a volleyball game (and also the reason why he no longer thinks your first date was the first time you attended his games. “Tobio, a date is supposed to be where the two of you are hanging out together.” “But…. we are together. She’s watching me play.” “…. somewhere where your whole team and the whole of the Miyagi prefecture isn’t!”)

Keep reading

#death by pies!!!!!#thisnoodlereblogs #i love you #look at you #honestly so proud of you #this is just perfect #you are my angel #aaaaa #no words #head go brr #but #ushijima holding me?#make head go prrrr #hehe #get it #i thought it was funny #you can laugh #dw

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keyenuta · 4 years ago

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TW Prologue: So enters The Wizard

(this is the first part of this fanfic i’m making, I hope y’all like what I write and enjoy the characters, if anyone is OOC I’m sorry, I’ll try and do better next chapter!) Pt2, pt3

In the Ramshackle dorm there’s only two people sitting in its time worn walls, Grim, the self proclaimed to be greatest Magician, purrs and mumbles in his sleep, muttering of his greatness and power, while his partner, or as he calls them, “minon” is shuffling in their sleep, turning and motioning in their sleep as like many nights before, all that’s on their mind is that mirror that stays perched atop their dusty fire place, Leaning atop its white base as it’s faded gold frame encapsulates its foggy glass.

But ever curious, and having a hard time falling back to sleep, after blinking the early dust from their eyes, the prefect lowly mumbles as their feet rake across the groaning wood beneath them, and as they approached the glass, memories popped into their sleep deprived mind. The queen of hearts, riddle, and as well, ghost pains from days ago, the feeling of thorns and magic arcing across their body, as with a deep sigh, the prefect found themselves in front of the glass once more.

“Ugh, wonder what the dream will be this time, if its something with the queen again, hopefully no more queens for month” They droned, peering into the glass once again.

Soon enough, a brilliant light fills their vision, forcing them to squint while the light spirals into a black and white image.

Four strange looking people were walking-no, rather skipping arm in arm down a brick tiled road, approaching a citadel of towering green spires that glistened while they rakes the sky above. The first of the group seemed normal enough, she was a little girl with long pigtails and a checkered dress, skipping in ruby slippers that also gifted a dash of color to the picture. But to her right, things got stranger. A man made entirely of rusted metal and bolts bounced and hopped alongside the girl, smiling a metallic grin as to her left, things got strange once again. Since there was now a whole lion standing there, hopping and bouncing on his hind legs, lightly shuddering with each step as a worried smile creaked across his face. As on his right, there was a whole scarecrow, filled with hay and everything, skipping along side everyone with the brightest grin out of the bunch, but no matter what, it seemed everyone was singing the same thing as they skipped.

“We’re off to see The Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!”

But as the dream progressed, soon enough the group stood before two giant double doors, each one intricate in its designs, showing off an explosive array of magic and status before they strode through, only to receive “I AM OZ!” rattling everything around them, vibrating every which way as the wizard continued to bellow in the echoing room.

“The great and powerful! WHO, ARE YOU!” He bellowed, asking over and over “Who, are you!” Yuu listened as the wizard thundered, but all they could think was, If you stopped asking for a second they would tell you, but for Yuu, they couldn’t focus on this for long, as second after second, a low sound increased around them getting louder and louder, until a massive

“Nyaaaaargh” woke them up, groaning awake, the prefect once more blinked the sleep from their yes as they found the culprit of the roar right there on their stomach. Sleep talking again

Chuckling at their partner, Yuu petted the flaming cat as he purred on their stomach, “heh, The only thing great and powerful is that roar of yours” they smirked, running their fingers through Grim’s soft fur.

“prrrr…Nragh! How’s that?! The great and mighty grim Showed that tyrant Riddle who’s boss!~” Grim purred

“Oh, did you now?” said an off sounding stern voice, only to be instantly followed up by a cracking “OfF wItH yOuR hEad!” jolting grim awake with a large yelp as he scrambled to his paws, whirling his head from side to side

“Ffnaah?! Get this collar off m-wait, what?” Grim’s surprise lessened as he touched around his neck, there was no collar to be seen, but what was there was a bunch of laughing from the other red head they knew, Ace Trappola

“Pfft, Ace, that was not funny, you scared Grim half to death” Deuce snickered

“Ahahahaha, come on don’t lie Deuce, you laughed too, just look at his face hehehe” he laughed, clutching his robbed stomach, peering through the blinds of their hair, Yuu began to think, those robes, I saw those before Yuu thought, memories of a dark room, coffins and a lot of blue fire bubbled up to the surface.Raising their hair covered face up at the two suits, Yuu asked

“morning, what’re the robes for?” they yawned, slicking back one of their blinds of hair to at least see them.Now with one working eye, she took in the clothes they wore, a large intricate black and purple robe with gold designs glittered about them, and not to mention Ace had way too much eyeliner on.

Ace paused and lit back up as he answered the prefect

“Oh right, the headmaster didn’t tell you earlier huh?” Yuu shook their head from side to side as Grim grumbled up to his feet growling at the suits

“Hey! Apologize for waking me up like that!” the heart suit ignored the black cat and continued on, earning even more angry sounds from the monster

“Well, there’s an emergency ceremony happening soon, something about late arrivals or something.” Ace droned rubbing his hooded neck, “geez, Dorm head didn’t have to wake us up so early though” he groaned

“I agree, but you know how he is, oh, right, the headmaster also gave us these for you” Deuce said, in his hand he gave the two a large box, peering into the the package, just like the two suits, Yuu found a pair of matching robes for them, and a small cloak for grim.

“Alright, we’ll be on our way, give us a second to change” Yuu said

In the ceremony room~

A room doused in colors of purple and black stands a group of cloaked in the same colors, as ribbons and beads hang over head while coffins and black gates surround the group within already. Some look at attention, while others look as if they would rather be anywhere else but here. And while they stood, coffins floated around them, hovering in the air as they waited to open. And for the latter, Leona, the dorm leader of Savanaclaw was a prime example, standing upon a circle of runes, arms crossed with a bowed head. Lightly snoring before breathy yawn rapidly turned into a sharp grunt, “Ngh” as Ruggie, his vice dorm head jerked him awake, sighing at his friend.

“Oi, wake up Leona, you can sleep later. If anyone has an excuse to sleep it’s Rosehearts over there” Ruggie nagged to a now groaning Leona.

“tsk” riddle clicked, “I can assure you I have more than enough energy to attend a ceremony” Riddle stated pointedly, it had only been a few days after his overblot, but still, he wasn’t going to sit in bed while new dorm members could potentially be coming, he had to lead by example.

“Shishishi, well if you say so, but don’t start crying if it gets too hard” the hyena teased.

“tsk, what was that?: Riddle seethed, his silver eyes leered over to the hyena as he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder,

“Riddle, its fine, please calm down” Trey whispered to hear a sigh escape the dorm head’s mouth before his eyes returned to the coffins.

All the while, Leona muttered holding his head, while his green eyes lazily blinked open, “Do we really have to be here? It’s just a handful of students after all” the lion groaned

“Ozlandia’s standards for time are very different Mr. Kingscholar, for what is late for us, they view themselves as on time, and their students deserve the full Night raven college experience, for I am gracious” Crowley hummed

.yawn “Then they can come on time then, mmm, save us the trouble”

“Speaking of being on time, has anyone see Mr. Draconia around?” Crowley pondered

Each Dorm leader looked around the room for moment and then realized, once again, they had forgotten the third year,

“Hmph, it seems we have forgotten Malleus again.” Riddle spoke

“Oh, what a tragedy, it is quite unfortunate I must say” Azul bemoaned to a wave of eye-rolls at his tone. But soon enough a rush of thumping feet echoed in the room, as Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce had finally arrived.

“Ah Prefect, welcome to the ceremoney, I apologize for not giving you an earlier warning, but, seeing as now we have everyone gathered, It is time to begin” When Crowley said that, the coffins around the students began to fall to the ground, stomping to an echoing thump as clicks and creaks sounded from the boxes.

And from the middle coffin, it’s door creaked open as it showed a boy with brown skin resting atop a coffin of grey roses. His hood’s shadow covered most of his face but soon enough, a pair of brilliant gold eyes peered from the darkness as the future student slowly raised himself from the box, grunting as he pried himself up, cracking his neck, he took down his hood to reveal a nappy black-silver fro, parted on it’s sides by two sharp ears. Much in resemblance to Malleus and Lillia from Diasomnia. And now standing on solid ground, the only thing most of the dorm leaders thought of was,

He’s wearing the robes wrong. By this they mean that the boy didn’t even close the cloak above, like it was just some regular jacket. And most upset of all was Vil Schoenheight, the dorm leader of Pomefiore glared daggers at the boy. His lavender eyes seemed to look angered and shocked at how he wore his formal robes. He would definitely have a word with this boy soon.And to his glare, all the dorm head got was a playful grin. The dorm head began thinking if the boy was mocking him, did he wear it like that on purpose, inconceivable. And for the majority of the leaders no one really piped up but Ridddle, always quick to preserve the rules spoke up first.

“You, fix your robes, if you are going to be in this ceremony, you should wear your clothes properly!” he commanded, silently hoping this would not be one of his dorm students. But cutting through that, the boy have his answer, resting his hand on his waist, the boy chuckled

“Pfft, nah I’m not going to change” he stated, shrugging his shoulders

“Tsk, excuse me?!” riddle edged out.

“Said I wasn’t gonna do it, do I need to crouch for you to hear me or something?” he teased, Riddle’s hands clenched into fists as he could already feel his anger rising, meanwhile, the younger teen still gave him a playful grin, as he motioned the short dorm leader to come at him, his lips pointing into corners as he watched the dorm leader rise in anger.

“did, you just call me short?!” Riddle seethed

Though before the back and forth could continue, each of the other tombs began creaking alongside each other. The first of the 6 remaining to open revealed a baby faced boy with green skin, and curly raven black locks that broke through his hood. He gazed around at everyone and everything in the room with many oohs and aahs while he stood besides the taller boy, offering a wave as the others soon followed behind.

After him, a boy who’s arms and legs clinked and clanked stiffly walked free of his tomb, as his metallic appendages glistened in the room as he stood besides his fellow students. And next up was a boy with straw coming out of his robes? And after him, a student with pronounced lion ears and tail soon followed. But when the boy went to step out of his coffin, he shuddered and shook relentlessly, he scampered forward only to instantly move back from the group, holding up his tail as he tried and failed to glare at the students besides him. And for Leona, he looked dumbfounded, groaning in annoyance at the sorry state of the lion in front of him. What kind of lion was that, he looked like a herbivore just by looks, not to mention scent.

And second to last, there was a big hufff as soon, a gruff sounding boy kicked open his coffin door and strides towards to group, his body was barrel chested and even through the sleeves he had massive arms bulging from the darkness as Peach fuzz raked across his jaw.

Crowley saw each of the teens clump together as he gave a brief ahem to continue the ceremony.

“ahem, welcome to Night raven academy, I am Headmaster Crowley, I am sorry but it seems you have all came late into the school year, but believe me we will be sure to catch you up as soon as possible. mhm, we are truly grascious, but for now let’s get you all sorted.”

The headmaster walked towards the mirror, whispering into the glass as word after word the mirror filled with green energy, illuminating the area in its hue as a detailed face or mask coalesced from the magic.

“The mirror of darkness guides you, please step forward and give me your name” The mirror called. The brown boy from earlier stepped forward as said

“My name’s Zoroaster Ozma” he said, resting a hand against his chest, but as he listened to the mirror, in the background Grim groaned under his breath about how boring this was. But one word seemed to change the whole air of the room.

“Your soul’s shape is...Ramshackle”

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heavensenthearty · 5 years ago

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Revenge (Caught Undressed)

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As a revenge for spoiling the fun of her scams, Toph steals Katara's clothes while she bathes.

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Toph

On my defense… Katara started it.

Katara

What is it that has gotten into Toph lately? She’s completely out of control! We should make an intervention for her! Well, we could, if I wasn’t the only that apparently has enough common sense left to tell that we shouldn’t be “swindling swindlers”!

Where did I leave my clothes again?

Seriously, maybe I should organize an intervention for the whole group to get them to see the problem in all of these. “Swindling” is wrong! And we have to keep a low profile to begin with! How am I the only one that remembers that?

No, seriously, where did I leave my clothes?

I swear I left on the rock next to the lake as I bathed… Maybe they just fell off? I look to both of my sides, and when I’m fairly sure there’s nobody around here, I get out of the water, trembling at the sudden cool wind brushing my wet skin. Prrrr!

Embracing myself – trying to cover myself – I rush to the rocks next to the lake.

Well, no, apparently my clothes didn’t fell off either, but… then, where are they?

Zuko

“Has anybody seen Katara?”

Sokka and Aang exchange a look between each other and with… “Hawky” (seriously, if we are gonna have a hawk, at least let’s put it a good name!) before shaking their heads.

“What about you, Toph?”

“What about me what, Sparky?,” she smirks reclining against a rock on the floor. Surprisingly relaxed compared to how angry she was after her fight with Katara earlier.

“Have you seen Katara?”

“What is it with everybody suddenly wanting me to ‘see’ things? I’m blind, people!” She waves her hands in front of her eyes for major emphasis.

“Do you know where she is?,” I say, growing annoyed at her attitude. (This must be what Katara means.)

“Didn’t she go take a bath?”

She snickers immediately after the words leave her mouth. It’s gives kind of a bad feeling.

“She should have come back by now.”

“Some girls just like to take long baths, Zuko. You, more than anyone, should know this things about Katara.”

Fighting the blush climbing to my cheeks, I stumble upon the words: “I… I… I’m gonna go look for her!”

“Oh…” Toph’s mouth manages to both circle, and smirk at the same time. “Have fun with that.”

Katara

This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me!

Oh, gosh! What am I supposed to do now? The sun is already comig down and I can’t get back to the camp like this! Oh, why me? Why now? I would make myself some watersuit or something if it wasn’t because water is transparent! And I can’t make myself an icesuit!

Why is this happening to me?! Can’t I get a break after everything that has been going on?!

“Katara?”

Apparently not.

“Zuko, don’t look!”

Zuko

Okay, I’m not sure what happened in here, but I’m sure as hell it is awkward now!

“What are you doing here?!,” Katara asks from behind me now that I turned to… um… give her privacy?

“I came looking for you… I was worried…”

“Well, thanks, but I would have appreciated it more if you had brought some clothes with you!”

“Where are your clothes?”

Awkward as hell conversation. Especially when it brings back the brief glance that I caught of Katara…

I slap myself. Don’t think about that!

“I don’t know,” Katara says, “they suddenly… disappeared.”

“They couldn’t have vanished in the air.”

“Oh, my, what if they blew away with the wind?!”

“Don’t panic,” I say. We already have enough hormones going around with the flashbacks I’m getting to Katara’s exposed stomach… and curvy waist… and slender, log legs…

I slap myself again.

“Why are you slapping yourself?,” Katara inquires, her voice sounds pretty weirded out.

“You don’t want to know the answer to that,” I explain.

“Can you go back to the camp and bring me something to wear?,” she pleads.

“It’s almost dark, I won’t leave you here like… this.” I cringe a little. (It seems like each mention of the issue triggers the memory.)

“Then what do I do?,” she half-whines.

Well, she certainly can’t walk around… undressed (slap) and I don’t know how effective it would be that I just covered her while we walk back to the camp, but…

“Wait.” The word leaves my lips before I can fully process the thought.

“You got an idea?” I can hear the hopeful smile on Katara’s voice.

Yeah, a bad one. “What about… What about if you were my shirt?”

I smack myself on the forehead. Why did I say that?!

“What?”

“I mean, I think it could cover you. I’m much taller than you so I think it would fit just fine.”

Worst. Idea. Ever.

“Zuko, that’s brilliant!”

I wouldn’t go that far, but I appreciate the compliment. “Right. Just let me…”

I untie the belt of my shirt, and take it off by my shoulders. Great, now I’m undressing next to an already undressed Katara. And why can’t I stop having this weird thoughts?!

“Here.” Still giving my back to her, I hold my shirt along with the belt behind my shoulder.

She yanks it out of my hand. “Thanks!”

I wait patiently for her to cover herself up. “Okay,” she announces, “Now you can turn.”

I obey – though moving slowly to give her more time in case she needs it. I was right about the size, the shirt fits Katara like a short dress that ends midway on her upper thigh. She had to tie the belt around her waist to keep the fabric from waving too much.

“Thanks for this, Zuko. You’re a live safer!”

“Right.” I speak in direction of Katara’s legs. Which are quite shapely and…

I slap myself again.

“Seriously, what’s that about?” She arches an eyebrow at me.

“Trust me, you really don’t want to know.”

Katara takes a look down to examine herself. “You do are pretty broad-shouldered, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

Broad enough for the shirt to form an aperture exposing Katara’s clavicle and a glimpse of her bare breasts. I gulp.

“But I do need to find my clothes!,” her head spins around as if the clothes would magically appear out of nowhere like that, “I can’t go around wearing your shirt forever!”

Don’t say that out loud, I think.

“Wait a minute…,” I mutter. And then exclaim: “Toph!”

“What about Toph?”

“She must have stolen your clothes!”

“What?!”

“When I asked her if she knew where you were, she laughed when she said you were taking a bath. And when I said I was coming to look for you, she laughed some more and said ‘have fun’. She knew that would be…” I stop myself before I can get to the word.

“That little brat!”

Katara’s scream sounds more like an explosion than a human voice.

“Let’s go back to the camp, I wanna put her in her place!”

And, just like that, she begins marching to the camp like a fully armed and armored soldier seeking revenge instead of a barefoot girl wearing nothing but a worn out shirt.

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It’s hard to keep up with Katara’s pace.

She roars – like, really roars – Toph’s name when we finally get to the campsite.

The first one to catch glance of us is Appa – who snaps his head to take a second look at us.

“Don’t ask,” I tell him.

Aang and Sokka’s eyes are big when they see us approaching, Toph’s are settled in our way like she could see us vividly, a malicious smile forming on her face.

“Aang, cover your eyes!,” Katara screams.

“Katara, what…”

“Cover. Your eyes,” I emphasize.

He does as he is told.

Sokka cuts in: “What the…?”

“You, too!,” Katara commands, “And go inside one of the tents!”

“Why – ”

“Go inside the tents!”

Still with their eyes covered, Sokka and Aang stand up and run off to one of the tents, crashing against each other and several other things along the way. The three of us stay alone outside. Only me, Katara and Toph.

“Did you enjoy your bath, Katara?”

“You little …”

Katara raises her hand to convoke a giant wave from the river next to our cliff. It creates a giant shadow that makes the night even darker.

“Katara, wait!” I hold her arm. “You can’t fight without… um…”

“Clothes, Zuko. The word’s clothes,” Toph concludes for me. “And maybe that’s what it takes for Sugar Queen to loosen up a little bit.”

“You. Are. A…”

“Katara, calm down, she’s just a kid.”

“Yeah, Katara,” Toph smirks, “I’m just a kid. Isn’t that why you insist so much in being my uncalled mom?”

“Urgh!” Katara lets go off her hold over the wave. “I can’t deal with this now! Where’s my clothes?!”

“On my tent,” Toph answers pointing to it. “Inside my pillow case.”

Katara stomps over to said tent. Aang and Sokka take the lack of commotion as a cue to get out of theirs.

“What in the ever living world is going in here?!”

“It’s a long story,” I sigh.

“And why is my sister naked under your shirt?!” Sokka narrows his eyes at me.

Where’s Azula now? Why isn’t she trying to kill me? “Hey, the important thing here is that this is so not what it looks like.”

#zutara #zutara month #zutara month 2020 #zuko x katara #zuko #katara #atla

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jarakrisafis · 5 years ago

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Starting to get the hang of Tumblr and came across a blog with creative prompts. Thirty second later I’m writing. Have a tiny sfw ficlet thing.

Prompt: “a stolen moment” Thanks @dragonageden

“Hey!” Has he gone deaf? I can’t exactly shout any louder than I am. I’m going to have to go major offensive soon. And I really don’t want to do that.

“Hey! Look!” Come on. Don’t make me do it.

I’m gonna have to do it.

The explosion of sound is expected. As is the jerk of the arm. If you’d just paid attention to me then I wouldn’t have had to do this but no, today was one of those days. And there, in amongst the sound is the word I was looking for. Pounce. That’s me.

“Hey. I’m bored.” I say when the violent shaking stops and I peer at my human from upside down. He sighs, saying something else as he unhooks my claws from his arm. I rumble happily as I hear my name again.

Then, I am cruelly abandoned. I stare up from the floor. That’s just not on. “Hey, come on!” I make sure to raise my voice, happy when he winces and I stretch up, making sure to dig my claws into his leg. Ignore me now. I dare you.

“Pounce!”

“Pick me up!” I clamber up his leg, clinging gracefully to his thigh as he stumbles backwards to sit down. There we go, was that so hard? I prrrr, retracting my claws and circling on his lap.

He sighs again, the sound heavy and loud behind me. I tilt my head back. “What’s wrong?”

His fingers settle on my neck, right behind my cheek, rubbing in the way that makes my bones melt. He’s speaking again, a rough rumble of sound. I catch my name a few times, though he’s still not learnt to speak properly. He could, he has the energy in him to change his shape. Ah well, he’s my human whether he learns or not.

I let my claws knead the material covering his fur, careful to not break through it now he’s understood what I wanted. He won’t move me now. He never does.

“Good boy Pounce.” I yawn and snuggle back down as the fingers continue to rub circles in just the right way. Of course I’m good. I’m a cat.

#dragon age anders #ser pounce a lot #dragonageden #da fic

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 5 years ago

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After the Fall Ch.12 Decay

LoganLight, AO3

Plagg was annoyed.

Not about the kiss (ew) they did that semi-regularly. He never understood romance and Adrien's experience, or lack thereof, was merely the latest in a long list of reasons as to why it was a terrible invention.

At least he's over it now . . .

Plagg wasn't sure why he was annoyed but that didn't stop him from taking it out on Luka.

"So, that's it? One kiss and everything's fine?"

Luka had that smile on. The one that reminded Plagg of Adrien's gentle, genuine smiles he rarely showed in public . . . Least of all now.

"I know what you're doing, Plagg."

Doubtful. Plagg didn't know what he was doing half the time.

"I know you miss Chat Noir."

He should, with the way Plagg implied very subtly about it.

"I know you don't think much of me-"

"Don't take it personally. I don't think much of any of my holders."

At first.

Luka's smile ticked up and Plagg had the rare feeling of being found out. He ignored it.

"And I know you don't agree with how Ladybug runs things-"

Well, Plagg had been very unsubtle about that so he'd be worried about Luka if the boy hadn't noticed.

"-But she knows what she's doing."

Debatable!

"Debatable!"

Luka's expression shifted to one of fond exasperation. Plagg chose to interpret it as the boy's conceding-defeat-look.

". . . Where did you run off to when I wasn't looking?"

"Kwamis don't run! Silly human!"

Luka raised an eyebrow.

"If you must know I went in search of the greatest source of Camembert in this school!" Plagg pointed down into the courtyard proper at a certain blond. "That guy!"

"Adrien? Why would Adrien carry cheese? . . . Please tell me you didn't steal his cheese!"

"Oh, Adrien loves Camembert!" Plagg snickered. "He can't get enough!"

Plagg would treasure the memory for millennia.

"Hey, kid! You in he- What are you doing."

"Plagg! I was just . . . Uh . . ."

"Were you . . . just eating . . . Camembert!?"

"No! Of course, not! I was just checking the expiration date!"

"You were! Ha! I knew you were just being stubborn!"

"I am not stubborn!"

"Adrien."

". . . It's . . . It's the smell, okay? It . . . It's comforting. Familiar. A-and fine, sometimes I'll eat a piece! There! Are you happy?"

"Prrrr!"

". . . I'm not upset, Plagg. Just embarrassed . . .You can stop purring now."

"You like Camembert!"

". . . Yes, Plagg. I like Camembert."

"It'd be weird to just walk up to him and randomly ask for cheese," Luka stated, understanding what Plagg was getting at.

"Nah, Adrien'll understand! He's very generous! Now, go down there and get me Camembert!"

Luka complied without further comment because he was a kind and merciful soul. Even toward someone who complained as often as Plagg . . . And most of his money was going to cheese, so there was that.

"Hey, Adrien."

"Oh, hi Luka! You good? Juleka was surprised when she got your call. Since your houseboat is a bit farther than most of our classmates' homes."

"Yeah, I talked to her a minute ago in the art room. I, uh, had to help a friend."

"Oh? That's what Alya and Nino said, too! Is she a special friend?"

". . . She's pretty special, alright."

"He admits it! I'm happy for you and your friend."

Plagg nipped Luka through his shirt to get him on track. Luka jumped.

"Ah, this might sound weird but . . . Do you have any Camembert?"

"Camembert? Why, yes, I do have Camembert! Here!"

Plagg's mouth watered as the smell hit him.

"You don't have to give me all of it!"

"I have tons of the stuff at the manor. I insist!"

"Well, thanks, Adrien."

"Sure! Us Camembert enthusiasts have to stick together! Just ask if you need any more. Nino! Alya! Later, Luka!"

"Later."

Plagg popped his head out of Luka's pocket to see six wheels of Camembert.

Adrien you're an angel!

"Gimme!"

"Alright, alright!" Luka grinned at Plagg's enthusiasm. ". . . Why do you know so much about Adrien anyway?"

"We kwamis are excellent judges of character. With all the time Adrien's spent with the band I've gotten to know him pretty well. Plus, he smells like Camembert."

". . . That stunt you pulled had me really worried."

". . . Won't happen again." Plagg was surprised Luka hadn't realized that he couldn't.

"Plagg, don't do that!"

Kwamis could ignore anything phrased as a suggestion or request, but that was an order. Every time Plagg tried to talk to Adrien onboard the Liberty the geas enforced Luka's command. Plagg had been grouchy and Adrien understanding.

Luka must've noticed Plagg's droopy ears 'cause the boy handed him more cheese. "At this rate it'll be gone by morning," he joked.

"Then you better take Adrien up on his offer and ask for more," Plagg stated pleasantly.

"Yeah . . . Did he seem off to you?"

"Adrien's been off. Care to elaborate?"

"It's like he's a melancholy melody that's trying too hard to be cheerful."

Plagg swallowed a mouthful of Camembert before responding. "Might have something to do with the talk he had with Marinette."

And me poking at old wounds.

"You were eavesdropping? Of course, you were. Wait, Adrien was talking to Marinette? What were they saying?"

Plagg gasped. "Luka! Abusing our friendship to spy on your girlfriend! Shameful!"

Luka's eyes went wide. "W-what? No! I . . ."

Plagg could practically see the boy's train of thought jump onto a different track as his eyes narrowed.

"She's not my girlfriend. You know that."

Well, she is but you don't know that!

"I'm with Ladybug."

Plagg made a noncommittal sound.

"Anyway you're right, it's none of my business . . . Do you think they'll get together? She'd be good for him."

Plagg nearly laughed out loud. "Doubt it . . . Why didn't you ask out Marinette? You were head over heels for her when we first met."

Luka blushed. "Yeah, but there was that whole thing with Adrien."

"Where she tried to bring him out of his shell and he ran away? For months?"

Luka nodded. "And training with Ladybug took up a lot of time."

"I remember, once everything settled down you two couldn't take your eyes off each other."

Luka smiled as his eyes focused on something, or someone, far away. "She's just so . . ."

"Amazing?"

Luka nodded again.

"How lucky for you."

Luka gave him a thoughtful look. ". . . C'mon, it's late. I should get Juleka."

Plagg risked a glance at Adrien. The boy was talking to Nino and Alya; he was smiling.

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Notes:

In case it's unclear, Plagg doesn't "blame" anyone for their actions/mistakes. He's just unhappy with the situation in general and is making his displeasure known. By criticizing everything. As to his relationship with Luka . . . It's complicated.

Plagg's bond with Adrien developed much slower than that of Marinette and Tikki. In season one Plagg would give terrible advice and mock Adrien for his failings (Dark Cupid). It wasn't until season two that you could REALLY see their friendship.

Here Plagg's reservation toward new holders is exacerbated by him missing Adrien. So, that's why he acts a certain way toward Luka.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11 Ch.13 Ch.14 Ch.15 Ch.16 Ch.17 Ch.18 Ch.19 Ch.20 Ch.21 Ch.22

#luka couffaine #plagg #poor plagg #adrien agreste #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml fanfic #post weredad #canon divergent au #canon divergence #after the fall #geas #adrien and luka #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #ao3

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vladfad · 6 years ago

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Coffee Ground-Zero

This is another fart fetish story I wrote a while ago, it is a sequel to my previous story, and contains some scat. I don’t think it’s aged too well, but then again it’s my most faved story on DA so... Maybe that’s just me being harsh on myself. Hope you enjoy.

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*BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Urgh..." Kristi felt her joints creek as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened to find she was not in the comfort of her bed, but was indeed lying fully clothed on her sofa. She glanced at her TV set. She must have fallen asleep watching that Political Documentary about British Parliament and society in the 60's to the 90's. She had planned to write an article on it. But instead, she saw the open DVD case for Megadeth's Live show, Rude Awakening. Fuck, Kristi thought, I need to stop procrastinating and watch that documentary... Maybe tonight. *BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Dammit... Stupid alarm..." Kristi gazed at the alarm clock at the other side of the room. She must have brought into the main living area in case she fell asleep. She reached down and pulled a pillow she was sat on from under herself. *FWOOOO-CRASH!* Kristi sent the pillow spiraling through the air. It hit the alarm and switched it off, but also knocked it onto the ground. She sighed, glad the alarm was no longer pestering her. She glanced around the room, noticing a few things lying around from last night. Se noticed 4 empty bottles of Doom Bar beer on the coffee table. That explains the headache... She then noticed a box of pizza next to her on the sofa. There was still a third left in the box. It's not like me to eat less than one pizza... Kristi then looked at the cardboard disposal box, where two pizza boxes were stored. That makes more sense. Swinging her legs off of the sofa, she went to tidy away the bottles and put the pizza box on the dining table. Kristi then grabbed the alarm clock off of the floor and returned it to the bedroom. The last thing to put back was the cushion. Out of curiosity, she held the pillow up to her nose and sniffed deep. Mmmm, meat-feast~, she thought. She must have been ripping ass in her sleep. She chucked it back over onto the sofa. Kristi pulled her phone out of her pocket. 1 new message, the screen read. Kristi unlocked her phone and checked the message. It was from Laura. Kristi blushed. She'd met Laura 2 days ago at the mall. Laura had gotten briefly stuck in a lift with Kristi, and had seemed desperate for the toilet (She'd mentioned something about lactose intolerance, Kristi could relate). Kristi did the noble thing and cleared the nearest bathroom with a powerful, potent release. One thing lead to another, and now the two were... Dating? Kristi wasn't quite sure. Despite feeling sympathetic for her, she hardly knew Laura. Kristi opened the message. Laura: Got the day off. Do U want 2 get coffee? Mall 4 lunch? Kristi smiled. She was glad she didn't have to initiate the first date. She always felt awkward asking out of nowhere, Hey, do you want to go out? Get something to eat, stuff ourselves silly, get kinky? Even just now, she was starting to take her offer too far. She swiftly moved her fingers across the touchscreen. Kristi: Ok. See you soon xx Rrrrrrrrbbbbrrrrrrlllllrrrrggggrrrr... Kristi looked down at her stomach as it rumbled ominously. She hadn't gone to the toilet this morning. Prrrr-rrruuummmblllrrrrvvvrr...! Out of Kristi's jeans rumbled a 5 second bubbler. Kristi was about to make her way to the bathroom, but then remembered something. "I've been wearing these clothes the past 3 or four days. These need cleaning..." A thought then occurred to Kristi. "If they're going in the wash anyway...~" She walked into her bedroom and grabbed her full-body mirror. She wheeled it into the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door (She wasn't sharing the apartment with anyone, but just to be on the safe side) and looked at herself in the mirror she'd wheeled in. God, I look a wreck... Kristi thought. Her hair was ruffled and untidy (It wasn't the tidiest normally, but she'd usually brush it.), she had vague streaks of pizza sauce around her mouth, there was a slice of pepperoni on her shirt, and her jeans had slid down a little, revealing the cleft of her butt. She quickly washed her face and ate the bit of pepperoni. Now, back to business... RRRUUURrrrrGllRRRRGGGRRRRROORGGGRR...! Kristi felt her stomach moan as a cramp seized her mid-drift. She fought the urge to pull down her jeans. BRRRR-ruurrrrrrmmmmmBBBBBRRRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRRrrrvvvvvvvvvvvrrlllrrrbbplrbplrpt! A nauseatingly wet fart bubbled out from her rear, fluctuating in tone as it tried to push out more than just gas. Kristi had had accidents before (Usually after a Mexican or curry. One time was after stuffing herself on Christmas day. Her and her mum had a bit of a contest of who could hold their meal in the longest. Kristi had won, but as her mum was the one who got to the toilet on Boxing day Kristi didn't see herself as much of a winner), some of which she did deliberately (She'd gone through a phase of public "accidents"), but she'd often wore cheap leggings for those. They allowed the bulge to be seen easier and just felt easier to crap in. They also stained easily, which was a bonus. Kristi had never had an accident in jeans (Which was strange because of how often she wore them). She owned 3 identical pairs, so even if she ruined one she could just alternate between the remaining two. Kristi turned to look at her butt in the mirror, at a profile view. Kristi was appreciative of her look, she was glad with the proportions of her body. Her butt stuck out just enough and had a nice curve to it. It also looked visibly fairly soft, and she loved how it looked in jeans. She had found herself envious of other girls (Most recently Laura - her butt looked so doughy), but when she thought about it she wouldn't trade out her body for anybody else. Kristi cupped her buttcheeks lightly, as if weighing them. She loved the weight they had in her hands. Prrrlllrrrrrrrffffffffbbbrrfff! A shorter, airy fart made its way out of her backside. Its tone implied something more was on its way. Kristi pushed harder. Prrrrffff-BLLLRRPT-PRRRSH-CRRRCKLE! The initial fart was airy like before, but soon exploded into a bubbly fart. Changing again, the fart became far more moist and soft crackling was heard from her jeans. Kristi glanced an herself in the mirror - her face had gone bright red, from half embarrassment and half arousal. She glanced at her butt in the mirror, looking at the slight bulge her turd was making against the back of her jeans. BBRRRBBBRRRRRFFFLLLLLRRRRAAPT-SPPLLLRRRSHHHCHLLLRRRPLLLLLLLLURRRRCHH! Kristi followed through on the log, with a loud bubbling shart accompanying it. With the floodgates open, a stream of logs and mushy faecal matter filled her jeans, creating a wet slapping sound as it all poured out. It was runnier than Kristi had been anticipating (Although she should have seen it coming - she'd often get the runs after a night of drinking), but it wasn't going to seep through her panties. BvvvvrrrrrBBLLLLLRRRUUUUMMMMPPT! As if emphasising the end of her accident, a bubbly fart burst out, muffled by the mess. Kristi was moaning to herself; just from having the immense, smelly brown sludge in her jeans, she was getting off. She didn't even need to touch herself to bring around a climax, it was that intense. "Phew..." Was all Kristi could manage after standing in her load for about 20 seconds. She carefully unzipped her Jeans, and slowly pulled them down. She looked in between her legs and almost swooned at the thick gloopy mess. She could feel some of it stuck inside her buttcrack as well. To most it would have been an unpleasant feeling. Not to Kristi. Remembering what she was doing, she took off her jeans. There was a brown skid-mark on the inside of the jeans. As far as she could tell, it wasn't visible from the outside. Even still, she tried to wipe away some of the residue from the inside, and then put her jeans into the washing basket in the corner. She glanced back down at her panties - they were barely holding under the weighty load. They were white briefs, although needless to say they were no longer as white as they once were. In reality, they had already had a brown stain from the last time Kristi had worn them, and a fart had become a little too wet. Surprisingly, most of her underwear stayed clean. This was due to Kristi having decent control over her bowels, and whenever she wore leggings for deliberate accidents she went commando. The same could not be said for the smell of most of her underwear. Deciding that her briefs had just seen their final days, she carefully took the filled panties and dropped them into the toilets. *SPLOOSH!* "Right... I should probably shower." Kristi said to herself. She glanced at her bare ass in the mirror - it was pretty filthy. She took off her t-shirt and chucked it into the washing basket with her jeans. She then went to remove her bra, only then realising she must have taken it off last night to make herself comfier, because she wasn't wearing it now. She stepped into the shower and started running the water. She personally preferred baths (bubbles were fun), but a bath would just leave her sitting in shit tainted water, which was hardly useful for becoming clean. She grabbed some shower gel and put herself under the running shower head. "AH! That's cold!" Kristi jumped. She started blushing - she didn't like being caught off guard. She was rarely caught off guard, but when she was she'd always feel really embarrassed. She'd been surprised into farting before, and unlike farting of her own volition she derived no pleasure from it. Kristi shook it off and turned up the hot tap a bit. She went back into the now-warm stream of water. She washed away all visible residue of her accident before getting some shampoo and washing her hair. Heh, shampoo, Kristi thought immaturely. After applying the shampoo, she moved on to the shower gel and started rubbing it over her body. Suds started to form on her sleek, wet skin. She took particular care to clean her crack to make sure she was absolutely clean. She also made sure her thighs were also thoroughly cleaned, in case anything had dripped down. Prrrrblllllllvvvvvrrrpt! A bubbling fart eased out from between Kristi's buttcheeks. It scattered a few bubbles in its wake. --- Once Kristi had dried off, she went to her drawers. From the first drawer she pulled a pair of black briefs and a matching black bra. She grabbed a new pair of jeans from the next drawer down. Next, she walked to her clean t-shirt pile at the other end of the room. She picked up the first shirt. It was a black shirt with a big, red circular logo on the front. The shirt read 'Queensrÿche' at the top of the circle, and 'Rage For Order' at the bottom. The band's logo was at the centre of the circle, with a backdrop of the planet behind it. "This'll do," Kristi stated simply. She pulled the shirt down over her head. It fit fine, if a little snug around the chest. Kristi walked out of her room, and back to her dining table. She hadn't forgotten the 1/3 of pizza she'd failed to eat last night. Pizza for breakfast. How posh,Kristi thought sarcastically. She sat down at the table and grabbed the first slice. It was cold, sure, but it was still pizza. The first slice didn't last long at all, and soon enough she had the final slice in her hand. But first, she leaned to the side. BBBRRRRRRUUUUUuuuuuuummmmmmvvvvvvvllLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPT! Even after recently emptying her bowels, she was already brewing more gas. It hardly surprised her. "Man, pizza's the best. Dairy andGluten? Meat and chili peppers? What could go wrong?" Kristi said to herself. BLLAARPT! BRRRBBT! Kristi released two shorter bursts of gas as she finished off the final slice. She then threw away the cardboard box and made her way to the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. She then applied some blue lipstick and some light eyeshadow. Kristi didn't like using make up that much (It always wiped off one way or another) but she liked the shade of blue, and she was going on a date. Why not? Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and jacket and made her way to the bus stop. On her way, she texted: Kristi: Just left apartment. See you in 10. --- Laura checked her phone, which had just chimed with a new message. It was Kristi. When she read it, her heart sank a little. Laura had gotten ready earlier in that day. She wore black leggings (Which she had noticed were a little tight, looking slightly transparent), and a cyan t-shirt. She preferred t-shirts, but had to wear button-up shirts for her office job (And on occasion, a pencil skirt if there were a board meeting). She'd put on some red lipstick and mascara, and had her hair let down at full length. She was just about to go into the car, but... RRRRRUUUUUURRRRRMMMMMBBBLLLLrrrrrrrgggrrrrrrrllllllrrrrrr...! She'd been cut off. In the rush to make sure she was ready she'd neglected to empty her bowels. She had two options: Say she'd be late, or try to hold her load for however long their date would be. She glanced at her phone, contemplating how she should reply. "Mmmmmm..." She moaned in discomfort as her stomach groaned again. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked fine. In truth, most people would have said she looked drop-dead sexy, but Laura was always self conscious of her look, especially the slight gut she'd been developing over the years. It was due to her office job - she was far less active than she had been. She looked back at her phone. Fuck it, she thought. Laura: On my way now. See you then xx She grabbed her house keys and car key, and left her home. She made her way to her car. It wasn't anything special, but it was perfectly functional to drive. She unlocked the driver-side door (On the right side in the UK), and stepped in. Shutting the door, Laura blushed as she leaned to the side. BRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMBBLLLLLL-PPPRRRRRUUUMMMMVVVVVLLLRRRRPT! A monstrous, rumbling fart blasted out of her back-side, vibrating the seat, her butt, and even the car itself. Laura flushed red as the burning odour of spice and landfill filled the car alarmingly quickly. Laura gagged on the powerful wind which had just broke free from her. "Oooooh, why now? Why does it have to smell so bad?" Laura had already farted in front of Kristi, but that wasn't the point! She wanted to make a decent first... Well, second impression. She wanted to actually get to know Kristi, and for Kristi to know her. How was she supposed to do that if she kept ripping ass? But even still, the reason Laura had given her phone number to Kristi was because she didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, she seemed just as gassy as Laura. She figured she couldn't let someone so... sympathetic of her condition leave her life without a chance of knowing her. PLLLRRRRVVVVBBBT! As Laura put the key into the ignition, another bubbly fart rumbled into the seat. --- Kristi was on the bus, about 5 minutes left in the journey, when she checked her phone. There was a response from Laura. She decided not to reply, on account that they'd be at the coffee shop shortly. She wasn't alone on the bus today - there was a young couple sat further ahead, and a lone man sat across from Kristi. Rrrruurrrrgggllllllll... Kristi flushed with red. The growl in her stomach was just audible over the hum of the bus engine. It didn't sound too intense, so Kristi wasn't worried, but she did get a glance from the man sat across from her. GGRRRRUUUUURRRGGLLLRRRRRRR...! Kristi shifted awkwardly in her chair as another cramp seized her torso. "Hey, are you okay?" The man to her left had shifted over a bit to ask if she was doing fine. While Kristi appreciated the concern, she didn't like the attention. It would make trying to relieve herself covertly difficult. "Uh, yeah thanks." She whispered her reply. Prrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...! Kristi froze, completely rigid with embarrassment. The beginning of the fart purred out, and then tailed off into a silent hiss. It had caught her by surprise. Judging from the heat that the fart generated, it was going to be smelly - no doubt the gurgling from her stomach would undeniably give her away as the source of the smell. Kristi had to resist coughing when she caught wind of her fart - it smelled awful! With morbid curiosity she turned to the man sat across from her. He... His face had gone red. His legs were crossed over and looking out the window with what seemed to be guilt. Was he... Was he turned on? Kristi hadn't ever met anybody else with a fart fetish, and while Kristi wasn't into guys, she had to find out for certain. So she leaned to the side... BRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRrrrrrrrmmmmmpt! The couple at the front of the bus looked, in surprise, right at Kristi. Kristi couldn't face them. They knew it was her. There was no question. No, instead Kristi was focused on the reaction of the man. His gaze was transfixed on Kristi, his face was a picture of surprise and arousal. Kristi, when the couple was no longer looking at her, stepped across to sit next to the guy. There was sweat running down his forehead. She merely mentioned one simple word: "KC_Fart_blog97" The guy faced her in surprise. He whispered "What did you say?" "You heard. Do you know of her?" The man continued blushing. Clearly, this girl knew about his fetish by how he reacted, "Yeah, I follow her blog. W-Why do you ask?" Kristi smirked. "You're sat next to her~" The man stammered, "Wha-!? Bu- Really?" They were both in a hushed tone so that the couple ahead of them didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. He then collected his thoughts, "What does the KC stand for?" He honestly couldn't believe he was having this conversation with someone he'd... Enjoyed the stories of, to put it delicately. "Don't tell anyone, but my name's Kristi Cooke." Kristi responded. Out of curiosity, she then asked "What's your online profile?" The man looked confused, "I thought you weren't interested in guys?" Kristi shrugged. "I'm not, but it's always nice to meet a fan. Besides, I'm on my way to a date now." He nodded. "Right... It's um, it's QuantumX. But my real name's Mike." Kristi recognised the user name. "Hey, you're the one who always leaves really nice comments." Mike scratched the back of his head. "It's nothing, really. Your stories are always captivating." "Thanks, dude." Kristi stood up and pressed the stop button. "This is where I leave you. Maybe we could keep in touch? Not in a 'dating' way, but it was nice talking to ya. Always nice to meet someone with similar... interests." "H-Hope to see you around." Mike managed to mutter. He was practically on cloud 9 right now. Kristi turned to the front of the bus. Just before leaving, she pushed a little... Prrrrrllllllrrrrrpt! Kristi could barely contain a giggle as she let the small, bubbly fart go. Mike's reaction was priceless. As the bus pulled up to the mall, Kristi headed off of the bus and went inside. --- BRRRRRLLLLLRRRRBBBBBPPT! PLLLLUUURRRRRBBBBLLLLLRRRRVVMMMMBBBPT! MMMMBBBBBLLLLRRRRRRAAAPPPRRRRRRBBLLRT! "Shit," Was all Laura could say as she pulled into a parking space. She had been farting almost non-stop in the car, and she still didn't feel relieved. She had hoped to get all of her gas out before the date, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen. She just hoped she could hold her farts in while getting coffee and having lunch. Or, at the very least, for Kristi not to mind her being gassy. She sort of knew Kristi would be okay with it, but she really didn't want to burden her with her constant gas. PHHHHUUURRRRBbbbllllrrr...! Laura prematurely cut off another fart which had made an attempt to part her cheeks. She clenched, to make sure she could control her gas. Hesitantly, she opened the car door. The rush of air as the putrid fumes left the car was quite startling, the warm air heavily contrasted with the cool breeze of the outside. After locking up her car, she made the approach to the main mall building. GggggrrrrrrUUUUrrrrrrrmmmmmbbbbllllrrrrrrr...! Her stomach groaned almost visibly under her light-blue shirt. Laura tentatively kneaded her stomach like a baker would knead dough (albeit more subtly, and one handed). She got a couple of glances from some people passing her. As if she wasn't self conscious enough, the stares were making her blush even more. She walked through the automatic doors and made her way down a stairwell. I'm not chancing the lift again... She stepped out onto the lowest floor in the mall: it was used for quite a few cafes and clothes stores. Laura spotted a shock of green hair from the crowd, and locked eye contact with Kristi. Laura suddenly felt like all the trouble was worth it just to see Kristi smile at her. She didn't see any look of doubt on Kristi's face - any look that said "Should I really date this girl who farted in the elevator?", no sign of second thoughts, no worries. It was refreshing to see someone who respected who she was, and who she could be comfortable around. She'd had her fair share of girlfriends in her life, but Kristi seemed... different. The circumstances on which they'd met couldn't have been coincidence - they were both gassy, and Kristi didn't mind Laura farting. Laura didn't mind Kristi's farts either, but mainly because Laura was used to her own brand. It had to be fate that they'd met. So far they were almost like a match made in heaven... But she was getting ahead of herself. She hardly knew Kristi, which is why she'd arranged the date. "Hi! It's good to see you again, after... y'know." Laura said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. "Heh, how could I forget? Should we go get a table?" Kristi spoke with such confidence, and nonchalance, despite alluding to their embarrassing meeting. Laura loved it; she didn't have to worry around her. They came to the back of the queue of the coffee shop. It was a short line, so Laura hurriedly checked the cooling area for a sandwich. She grabbed a BLT, while Kristi grabbed a Bacon+Brie Panini. They stood together in line and soon enough ordered their coffee. Kristi ordered hers with regular milk, whilst Laura ordered hers with soy milk. They found a table for two in the corner of the cafe and sat down across from each other. "Um, I didn't want to say anything..." Laura spoke in a hushed tone, "But I... Well, you ordered your coffee with regular milk..." Kristi blushed. Force of habit, she supposed. How was she going to explain this one? "Oh, yeah... I sometimes get my order wrong..." Laura looked concerned. "Do you want me to change the order? I could go and as-" "N-No, it's fine, really. I can cope." Laura looked surprised. "Really? But you said you were lactose intolerant..." Kristi shrugged. "I'm also gluten intolerant, but I don't let it stop me eating what I want." Laura's face was perplexed. "Why would you put yourself through that?" "Honestly? I'd rather handle the side effect than restrict my diet. Although, I do often avoid regular milk for coffee. Guess it slipped my mind today." Laura nodded. "I guess I can understand that. I take it your lactose intolerance is less... Severe than mine?" "Honestly, it's never been as much as a problem for me." A waitress came over with a tray. She placed down each of the drinks to the girls, and also gave Kristi her panini. "Enjoy!", the waitress said before walking away. Laura watched the waitress's butt wiggle as she walked away. She blushed, looking back at Kristi. She had a wry grin on her face. "Were you checking out the waitress?" She asked, clearly amused. "N-No! Well... Maybe...?" Laura blushed, clearly flustered. They'd barely held a conversation and Laura's eyes were drifting. She felt so guilty! Could Kristi forgive her for it? Had she already blown their relationship?! "Heh, yeah she is pretty cute. Probably straight though." Kristi's answer surprised Laura. She'd been expecting to apologise, but instead Kristi didn't mind... Dammit, Laura! You're an anxious wreck! Calm down, you're doing fine. The details of Kristi's response then set in. "...How can you tell she's straight?" Laura questions. Kristi nodded towards the counter. Laura turned around, to see the waitress snogging her male colleague. "O-Oh, that's pretty concrete evidence..." Kristi smirked, "Yeah, but at least she's nice to look at. So... What do you do as a job?" Laura perked up "Well, I work at the Fjoremann Industries building just up the road as a secretary. It pays quite well actually. What do you do?" Kristi sipped her coffee. "I'm a freelance journalist and author." Laura took a bite from her sandwich. "Really?! What genres do you like?" Kristi mulled it over. She couldn't very well say she wrote fart fetish stories on the internet. So she decided to instead say: "I mainly write fantasy. Magic, dragons, that kind of thing." Laura nodded. The conversation went on discussing their jobs, hobbies, and making their way through their lunch. Eventually, both girls had finished, and both girls were just maintaining conversation. It was all going well, until... RRrrrruuuuuugggglllrrrrrruuuuummmmbbllllrrrr...! Laura flushed bright red. Part way through Kristi talking about her book that she was writing, an ominous gurgle emitted from her stomach. Kristi tilted her head concerned. "Are you okay, Laura?" Prrrrrrrrrrffffffffvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbllllllrrrrrr...! The release was barely audible over the bustle of the cafe and the mall, but Kristi could feel it lightly rumble the chair. Laura started sweating, embarrassed that she had farted in public. The smell started to permeate the air. It was a distinct dairy odour. "Uhm, are you sure we had the right coffee? I need to... go." Kristi blushed. She hadn't really noticed a difference in her coffee taste, but the smell was definitely spoiled milk, there was no denying. And now Laura was desperate for the toilet, that meant there date would soon be over. Unless... "To be honest, I'm feeling a bit bubbly myself." Kristi said quietly. If Laura was going to use the public toilets, Kristi sure as hell wasn't going to miss out. Besides, she wasn't lying - her stomach did feel pretty bloated, it was only a matter of when she'd drop her load. Not if. Laura stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom. I'd ask if you'd want to come with, but it may get a bit-" "Laura, really. I don't mind it. Besides, it's not like you'll be the only one dropping bombs." The two girls left the coffee shop and made their way up the stairwell. Laura had lead the way as she was more desperate (And also because Kristi was hoping to be caught downwind of Laura). As they started to climb the steps, Kristi started to notice Laura slow down a bit. She had a hand on her stomach. BrrrrrrrrrlllllllrrrrrRRRRRRRRRPPPPPRRRRRRLLLLLVVVVVVVRRRRT! Kristi's hair ruffled from the force at which the fart escaped from Laura. "Eep! Sorry! It jus-" "Don't worry, just keep moving." They reached the top of the stairwell and headed towards the toilets. Once inside, they noticed that the toilets were packed. The cubicles were all full. Kristi sighed. "Should I-" BBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRVVVRRRRRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMRRRRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRRUUUUMMMMMMMPPLLRRVVT! Kristi turned in shock as Laura ripped a disturbingly wet, bubbly fart. It droned on for well over a minute. During this time, everyone occupying the toilets rushed out in shock and disgust. Kristi could only watch dumbfounded at the truly monstrous fart. She tried hard not to grin to broadly, but she couldn't help it. It was so hot! Before the explosion ended, Laura was already making her way to a stall. Kristi took the stall next to Laura's. BLLRRT! BRRUMPT! PRRRVVVRRRLLT! Kristi listened to Laura's farts as she tried pulling down her leggings. They were fragmented and desperate. PLLRRVVT! MMMBLAPT! rrrrrRRRRMMMMBLRT! Out of Kristi's own butt came several farts of her own as she unzipped her jeans. It didn't feel like long ago she'd been pooping herself, and now she was on her second dump of the day. Their butts hit their porcelain seats at the same time. PPPRRRRRRRVVVVVLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRR-CRRRRCLLRRRRRPPPPSHHHLLLLUUUURRRRRBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRRBBLLRRR! Brrrrrrooooo-RRRRRRRLLLLRRRmmmmbbbRRRRVVV-CLRRRCCRRRRRLLLRRRRRR! Thick, gloopy diarrhea poured out of Laura like a volcanic eruption, while out of Kristi came a series of chunky, soft brown logs. Both bowel movements dropped into the bowls at alarming rates, but Laura's was by far more violent. PllllrrrrRRRRRRRRRBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-PLOPLLRRRSHBBRRRRT! BRRrrrrUUUrrrrruuummbllrrrrrrrvvvvt! Laura's stream of shit continued, while Kristi worked on relieving some of her pent-up gas. The smell in the toilet was truly horrendous. "How're you holding up, Laura?" Kristi asked through her fart. "I'm fine, I'm more worried about the toilet. I think I've got one more bout in me..." BBBRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRSHHHHHRRRRRBBBRRRRPPPPT! A final round of thick sludge dropped from Laura's backside. The girls wiped up, and Kristi had a quick chance to admire her dump before flushing it. It had blocked out all the water in the bowl, and was in sloppy mounds. Not wanting to linger too long, she pulled the flush. After some grumbling from the drains, the evidence of the movement was gone, save for the smell and the skidmarks on the side of the bowl. Kristi exited and washed her hands. She noticed Laura was still in her cubicle. "Hey, are you alright?" "HUH?! Oh, uh, one slight problem... the toilet's clogged..." Laura was totally mortified at the mess she had made. The bowl was just below overflowing point with copious amounts of brown, liquid shit. It was a spectacle as much as it was embarrassing. "Well, just leave it Laura, just leave it to the cleaners. There's nothing you can do about it here." Laura guiltily exited her cubicle, unable to look Kristi in the eyes. She washed her hands and swiftly exited. Kristi followed her girlfriend outside, where she saw her sat on a bench, head in hands. "Laura..." Kristi was at a loss for words. She sat down next to her. "Hey, come one, talk to me Laura..." Laura looked up at Kristi, tears falling from her eyes, making her makeup run. She sobbed in Kristi's arms. "I blew it! I totally fucked up our date! It was all going fine, and then I messed it all up with my FUCKING lactose intolerance, and I'm totally embarrassed! I'm a wreck, I'm a FAILURE!" Kristi was totally speechless. Holding Laura in her arms, she held her close and whispered: "But I'm still here, babe..." Laura looked up at Kristi. Her face was totally unreadable. All Laura knew was that being held in the comfort of Kristi's arms was the best she'd felt in a long time, and yet still the worst. "How can you still want to be with me after- after-" "Laura... I love you. That's how. You feel embarrassed, like life couldn't get any worse. You hate yourself. I know, because I've been there. And I know what it's like to be judged and loathed for who you are. Laura, I've never told a girlfriend this before... But I'm always anxious. Always jittery. But, from experience and years of anxiety, I've learned to ignore those feelings. Laura, I'm going to come clean about something personal to me. Are you okay with knowing?" Laura had calmed down. She saw the vulnerability in Kristi's eyes, as if what she was about to say was difficult to come to terms with. "Go ahead." Kristi took a deep breath. "The thing is... I have a fart fetish. I didn't want to tell you because it makes me seem shallow - like the only reason I'm dating you is because you fart. But that's not true. The truth is, I really enjoyed our date today, and I want to keep seeing you. But I understand if you don't like the idea of me having an attraction to your far-" Kristi was cut off mid sentence. Laura was now lip-locked and tongue tied in a kiss with Kristi. It was a passionate yet sombre kiss. The couple fell into it, lasting for several seconds. As far as they cared, the moment could have lasted forever.

#Kristi #Laura #Girlfarts #girlpoops #girlfartfetish

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9-kit-qx · 7 years ago

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My name is Jeon Jungkook.

I’m currently listening in on my next door neighbor’s late night jam session through the thin walls of our adjacent dorms.

“mianhae mianhae hajimaa~ naega chorahaeji janha~” I can hear the slightly muffled humming through the walls.

Hahh. He’s really cute.

I’m pretty sure his shower is located right next to my bed (where i’m currently laying as of this moment).

I set my phone down and put my head on my hands. Content to listening to my neighbors’ surprisingly good voice.

“ppalgan yeppeun ipsullo eoseo nareul jugigo ga~ naneun gwaenchanhaa~” I snicker to myself.

Man. How cute can this guy be.

*bzzzrrr*

Ah. Hyung replied really quickly. What time is it there anyways?

SNAPCHAT from Monie Hyung 🎤🎧

Namjoon hyung is the only person I really got close with here in school.

He’s a cool and respectable upperclassman that I really look up to. I actually got into music because of him.

I saw him performing in the entrance talent exams and I was so awed at how amazing he was and how much passion he delivered through his rap that I immediately signed up for Music as a double major.

He found out about me when I was paired up with him to get my tour around the Music Department. (All the upperclassmen were required to take at least one underclassman.)

He found out about how he inspired me, and immediately proclaimed that he then needed to take responsibility and nurture the blooming bud that I was.

Whatever that means.

Come to find out, I actually had a natural affinity for music.

He took it upon himself to teach me everything he knew. He’s really knowledgeable on everything music related. Really. He’s very admirable because of it. He’s a genius.

I really look up to him.

… But he’s a bit of an awkward nerd. And a total klutz to boot.

I sigh and stretch my arms up above my head. Rolling my neck to release the kink I had settling there.

Hyung never remembers anything I tell him, I swear. I’m pretty sure I just told him about the blanket fiasco like two days ago.

*bzzzrrt* *bzzzrrt*

Yes hyung, i’m sure.

I suppress a snicker. Sometimes hyung can be really cute.

“neoui nun! ko! ib nal manjideon ne song! il!” came the muffled singing.

At this point I’m starting to hum along with him.

“jageun sontopkkaji daaa~” I can even hear his faint giggling to himself.

Ah. So freaking cute.

*KA-CHAK*

The door to Jimin’s balcony opens and out comes the object of our conversation. Flushed and looking content.

He really is so pretty..

I can hear him humming softly, but this time I can hear it clearer since he’s out on the balcony.

Rubbing the towel on his head a little faster, he tilts his head back and inhaled deeply. “Waaah, it really is beautiful out here at night~”

No, you’re beautiful.

*bzzrrt*

..Maybe I should.

Gathering up my courage (which I didn’t know I needed) I make my way to my balcony door.

*Sshak*

Sliding my balcony door shut behind me I wait till he notices my stare.

He slides a glance in my direction and double takes.

“Y-you!” he stumbles backwards, dropping the towel on his head. “Wh-what’re you..H-how..??!” he manages to sputter.

Looking adorably confused all the while.

“I live here?” I respond with an amused smirk.

He gasps audibly and his hand drifts to his neck.

He’s all riled up again, how cute.

“We just happen to live next door to each other.” I shrug. “Jimin right?”

“Erm..yeah..And you’re ..Jungkook?” he replies with a hand on his neck, fiddling with his moon necklace.

Not a second sooner, his hand flutters away and rests on the hem of his flannel pajama shirt. I think he might’ve felt my stare.

“Thank you!” he blurts out. I look up. “The blanket..it’s really warm. So..Thanks for ..that.” he mutters as he looks to the side, clearly embarrassed.

“You really didn’t have to..you know..do that.” He mutters as he looks down.

Suddenly he gasps and looks in my direction. He puffs up a cheek and narrows his eyes at me. “Which reminds me! You did not have to make that comment!” He exclaimed, looking upset and bothered.

Well that was a 180.

“Hm?” I hum, feigning innocence. “What ever are you talking about?” I walk closer to the rail that separated the two balconies and rest my head on my hand, staring at him in amusement.

He visibly rears back from the close proximity and steps away from me, blushing all the while. He scoffs and sputters “My plump lips?? My parents follow me you know! They think you’re a weirdo pervert out to get me!”

Ouch.

“Oh do they now?” I lean closer forward, smirking. “But do they know their son is out on the balcony with the ‘weirdo pervert’ in nothing but a long shirt?” I give his exposed legs an appreciative glance and smirk even wider.

His eyes grow wide and he makes a strangled noise. “Y-y-you ARE a pervert!!” he yells out.

He reaches over the railing (which I was leaning significantly over) and pushes my chest, causing me to stumble backwards. I chuckle, unable to contain myself.

“You’re not funny!” He huffs and whirls around, in attempt to walk away from me, causing the hem of his shirt to lift slightly earning me a glimpse of his yellow boxers underneath.

“I’m only joking~ I just think you look cute when you’re all riled up!” I grab onto his hand chuckling, “I’m sorry ahaha you’re just really fun to tease.” I smile at him, shrugging.

He stops his retreat and looks at me dubiously through his lashes.

I smile at him genuinely and give his hand a reassuring caress, “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to come off that way.”

I let go of his hand and reach for the back of my neck, “I just didn’t really know how to approach you.” I shrug as I answer in honest.

The doubt slowly clears from his eyes and he takes a cautious step towards me.

“Don’t..You don’t have to say sorry.” he replies, looking off to the side. “You just..shocked me is all.” he muttered as he catches my stare, biting his bottom lip.

“Meow.”

My phone buzzes loudly in my sweatpants pocket the same time the devil cat makes an appearance on the balcony.

“Oh! Miri! Stay inside!” he yelps, clearly alarmed I saw his pet. His eyes shifts to my direction as he picks up his cat.

“You..you didn’t see anything!” He hides his cat away from my sight with his whole body, eyes darting back towards me anxiously.

I raise my eyebrows. “What do you mean? I only see you and I here out on the balcony on this lovely night~” I smile charmingly.

He visibly relaxes and lets out a relieved sigh. “..Thanks.. I..I know about the rule, it’s just..I couldn’t leave him at home.” He murmured stroking his cat’s chin.

The cat stares at me and wiggles out of Jimin’s grasp. “Miri!” he yells.

The cat jumps straight towards my side of the balcony and into my folded arms on the railing.

*prrrr*

“Uhh..” I still, not knowing how to react.

The tinkling laughter coming from in front of me caught my attention.

Jimin was giggling, eyes crinkling in delight as he held his hand out towards his cat. “Aww Miri likes you!” he giggles, eyes glistening.

“I..I don’t really know why..?” I reply, shifting my arms to better hold the cat. “I’m not really a cat person..” I mutter softly to myself.

“Aww she really likes you! That’s so weird! She hates strangers.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the side in a charming way.

He reaches out towards me and grabs the feline out of my awkwardly positioned arms and kisses the cat’s nose as he pulls it towards his body.

“Well I think that’s enough of Jungkook for you missy~ You shouldn’t be out and about on the balcony in plain sight you know!” He babbled, admonishing the feline.

*Meow*

“Shh, it’s bedtime Miri~ Go inside ok?” He mutters adorably as he drops the cat off by the door.

He turns around and looks shyly up at me through his lashes. “And..I think that’s enough of Jungkook for me too..” he flushes and looks away.

“So..goodnight!” he chirps and turns around, flannel shirt fluttering behind him.

“Jimin!” I call out, he turns and tilts his head. “Yellow really suits you.” I smirk, “Sweet dreams~” I wink and turn around heading for my door.

And in 3..2..1..

“J..Jeon Jungkook!!”

— the previous and the next —

#🎡

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chaotic-bard · 4 years ago

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17 Questions

Tagged by @not-so-silent-back-up thank you darling!

Nicknames: G (yes that’s it)

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 1,73m/ 5’8”

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Last thing I googled: meter to feet conversion

Song stuck in my head: Battle cries by TAD

Number of followers: 995, I’m a baby blog

Amount of sleep: last night: 5 hours, what I actually need: at least 8 and I am suffering

Lucky number: let’s go with 7 cause that’s how many cats I have and I feel very lucky to have them 🥰

Dream job : animal keeper (which I am) and (crazy) cat lady (which yknow see the last question hahah)

Wearing: striped shorts and a snoopy tshirt

Favourite song(s):

Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil

Fair by The Amazing Devil

King by The Amazing Devil

No Worries by Robert Hallow and The Holy Men

I Design Disasters by Robert Hallow and The Holy Men

She Came Around by Holiday Parade

Home by One Direction

Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco

Favourite instrument: Idk guitar?

Aesthetic: black or maroon tshirts, black skinny jeans (black sweats when at home), christmas lights, light rooms, game nights, Bi Energy, cat on your lap, rose bushes, daydreaming, not knowing what the hell you’re doing or what’s going on, Dumbass Energy

Favourite author: not joanne also you think I can read?

Favourite animal noise: purring, meowing, the prrrr sound one of my cats makes when you talk to her, mice rustling (whenever i put the mice at work in clean cages with brand new nesting materials/ enrichment they start rustling, chewing... all these little sounds that mean they are just enjoying themselves and the new materials and it just fills me with joy)

Random: I can’t whistle

#i hate the sound of whistling tho so i don’t mind hahah

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adventurepunks · 4 years ago

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thedemonconstantine:

Ruckus Away!

( @adventurepunks )

It was a cool Monday afternoon on the 1st of March. The sun was up, the weather was fair and the day had been relatively quiet in the London suburbs of Twickenham when a cacophony of saxophone started blaring from the back streets, directly below John’s shabby little kitchen window.

PRRRRRRRR- PRRRR- PRRTTTT—

It was enough to have a couple neighbours look out from their flats.

“What’s going on?”

“Who’s that? Is that John?!”

“Oi you! Stop it you’re wakin’ the bloody baby!”

“You nutters?! You mad?!”

“Mum mum there’s somebody playing rubbish downstairs can I join him?”

“SHUT UP!”

“Play Kenny G!!”

All of a sudden the entire block of flats had an opinion about things but the saxophone player didn’t care. He kept on playing and playing until the one window to his very own kitchen would pry open to see the commotion, and it was exactly then when he would yell,

“IS ME QUEEN’S BIRFDAY! ‘APPY BIRFDAY ‘TA TH’ QUEEN O’ ME ‘EART!”

And THEN he would toot the happy birthday song~

It had been such a beautiful quiet morning and Talia was getting ready for the evening, to be in bed until 2 pm was scandalous and yet that is exactly where John kept her, well fed and practically every inch of her skin kissed and caressed. She could be coaxed to be lazy if her reward were those sweet kisses on her skin.

Time for tea and not allowed to know what John would drag back...just as she brushed her hair some idiot was blaring his saxophone. Gods, how she hated Twickenham some days.

“Oi-” Talia opened her window enraged by the cacophony and then was met with her idiot playing the saxophone. Of course it was John...why on Earth did she think it could be anyone but him.

“You are embarrassing” Talia shouted down and yet leaned on her elbows to stare down on him tooting the song. “You’re lucky I don’t pour a bucket of water over your head you foooool!” she shouted down but had the fondest little beaming smile on her face.

Some random neighbor threw a shoe at him. Waste of a shoe-

Miranda I swear if you don’t restrain that husband of yours- one woman shouted

“Y

What a fool. What an utter loon. How ever did she end up falling in love with such a fool.

She sighed deeply and closed the window. She would make him wait an additional half an hour now for the social embarrassment, very slowly putting on her make up and slipped into something comfortable, she had demanded to go to the fairground after first planning for the cinema, then a boat ride but like the tides at sea Talia changed her mind due to a flyer. She leaned by now to plan for anything to happen while in his company.

Through his tiny section of the wardrobe she went to find his band t-shirts no not the Clash she wore this once already. Rummage rummage later in his t-shirt and leather jacket and her skinny black jeans she leisurely took a walk down the stairs to find him.

“You are a fool” she breathed one stiletto wearing foot raising just a little of the ground when she kissed him. “I will not be able to show my face in the neighborhood for days.”

#thedemonconstantine #;;talia al ghul threads #thanks for the starter birbyyyyy

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gulescamisade · 8 years ago

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MN, Ground: Day 21

DIRK: -has been up since the wee hours trying to get a signal on the lake house's tv. not only to keep on top of current events, but also to make sure they can catch the show his dad and uncle are planning on broadcasting. he can't miss that... plus, this gives him something to do with his hands. it's a win-win-

SOLLUX: -He can't sleep. It's not a completely unusual occurrence, but it's definitely unwanted when there's so little for him to occupy his mind with. He's frustrated with his own sleeplessness, and he elects to drift around corners of the lake house, smelling his way around and brushing into edges here and there.-

ARADIA: -she's awake also, sitting at a table in the kitchen and staring out the window, watching the scene outside-

[THERE ARE CAR SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE]

[BROOM BROOM]

SOLLUX: ...wtf?

ARADIA: -car sounds. Yes. as expected- yes it is tf

SOLLUX: thanks aa.

SOLLUX: that really clears things up f0r me.

JAMISON: =Now they they've been freed of all shenanigans (for now) the Mystery Machine pulls up outside a cozy looking cabin. TOO COZY. This van seems a bit too much anyway what with its mounted high-powered rooftop weaponry and a mysteriously stained pyramid ram located on the front.... listen you gotta be prepared. The van stops, we're here. YOU'VE BEEN FREED=

ARADIA: youre welcome

ARADIA: theyre here

SOLLUX: wh0's "they"????

ROSE: -PEERS OUT A WINDOW-

MEULIN: -smushes against the glass up above her-

ARADIA: youll see

ARADIA: hear or smell rather

SOLLUX: i d0n't think i want t0.

ROSE: -SHE JUST SORTA OPENS THE DOOR AND FLOPS OUT.- So. This is the place, yes.

MEULIN: I GUESS SO. -steps out and adjusts her sunglasses in a thoughtful, nerdy sort of way.-

MEULIN: IS EFURRYONE INSIDE?

ROSE: At least several people are inside.

ROSE: I think.

MEULIN: AND IT'S TOTALLY NOT AN AMBUSH.

ROSE: We've been driving for days. I'll take an ambush over a perpetually sore ass.

MEULIN: YOU COULD ASK THEM FOR A BUTT RUB. (｡･ω･｡)

ARADIA: then cover your ears and nose

ROSE: Tempting.

MEULIN: FRIENDS GIVE FRIENDS BUTT RUBS. -sneaks toward the door-

SOLLUX: -flops in a kitchen chair next to Aradia and buries face in her hair. Done.-

ARADIA: there we go

ARADIA: perfect

SOLLUX: mph.

ARADIA: ignorance is bliss

ARADIA: and composed of my hair

SOLLUX: yeph.

MEULIN: -taps on the door and then sneaks to peer into the window-

ROSE: -UNLOADING some crap from the van. Like a bag messily stuffed with laundry.-

MEULIN: HEY, IT'S ARADIA!

ARADIA: -sees meulin at the window and waves excitedly for her to come in-

MEULIN: SHE SAYS TO COME IN.

ROSE: I imagine she would. Do you see anyone else?

MEULIN: YEAH. SOMEONE IN HER HAIR.

ROSE: Okay, good. That means it is legitimate.

ROSE: -BURSTS IN.- I need a washing machine and a shower. Not necessarily in that order.

MEULIN: -slinks behind her- HI! ME TOO.

SOLLUX: f0inh the klaa.

ROSE: Aradia, you appear to have something entangled.

ARADIA: -smiles widely at them- hi guys! im glad you made it

ARADIA: -glances solluxward- yes it appears to be a pretty bad knot

SOLLUX: -flips them all off-

ROSE: It's good to see you're safe, too.

MEULIN: COOL.

SOLLUX: hhhf.

DIRK: -walks in on all this and stares at everyone with wide eyes. loses his cool for a second, but whatever he already looked worse for wear. he's just he's so relieved to see them.-

DIRK: Rose.

DIRK: Hey.

ROSE: -APPROACHES... and drops the bag of laundry on the ground.-

ROSE: You look pretty good, for looking like hell. Have you been shaving?

MEULIN: (｡◕ω◕｡)

MEULIN: BETTER NOT HAVE. I WANNA TOUCH THE WHISKERS.

DIRK: Do I really look that ragged? -runs a palm over his scruff. he hasn't been.-

ROSE: Could I possibly not look that ragged?

ROSE: Did you hear about what happened?

ROSE: I am somewhat hoping that you did.

MEULIN: -pads over and touches Dirk's whiskers with her beans while they converse. TUCH.-

MEULIN: -also nuzzles his shoulder. HELLO.-

ARADIA: it was pretty incredible

DIRK: -wow, affection. he almost forgot what that feels like. whoops. he gives meulin's hair a pet and cracks a small smile at both her and rose's combined presence. they're wonderful.-

DIRK: I wish I could've been there.

ROSE: At this risk of sounding inappropriate at a time like this, I am, in fact, quite glad that you weren't.

ROSE: I don't think there is anyone I'd wish that place upon.

ROSE: Not that it matters now, I suppose.

MEULIN: IT WAS PRETTY GROSS ON A WHOLE.

MEULIN: AND ON A CASE BY CASE BASIS.

MEULIN: ROSE WAS A TOTAL BADASS THOUGH.

DIRK: Yeah. You're right. I'm sure there will be more opportunities to witness Rose showing off how fuckin' rad she is.

ROSE: -SIGHS and leans into the pile-

ROSE: You are going to make me blush.

ROSE: Everyone here's okay?

DIRK: -nods- Yeah.

DIRK: We're... We're good. -pets meulin's hair some more. thank goodness for therapy cats.-

DIRK: We lucked out finding a nice place to lay low. You guys can take care of your showers and shit. Just don't expect hot water for long.

DIRK: Oh yeah, I got the TV to work this morning too. That's a thing.

MEULIN: -prrrr rumbles, then perks ears.- TV? WHAT'S IT SAY?

DIRK: Still a lot of buzz about what y'all did. And my uncle's twitter war.

DIRK: You know the Virginia folks are gonna broadcast some kind of concert as a big fuck you to the presidents? Now that I definitely wish I was there for.

ROSE: ...

ROSE: Is it going to be broadcast?

ROSE: I kind of like the idea of that.

DIRK: It is.

DIRK: Wonder if I can scrounge up some popcorn for the event.

ROSE: We do have chips from a truckstop.

DIRK: Oh shit. Then we're all set.

MEULIN: AWWW MAN... I LOVE CONCERTS...

ROSE: -CASUALLY, AND GRACELESSLY, flops onto the nearest couch-like surface.-

DIRK: -there she goes... he's going to wander over to the kitchen though. hovering a little around sollux and aradia. subtly.-

DIRK: -addresses the new arrivals, though- Can I get you anything? We have... soup.

DIRK: Which incidentally is about the extent of what I can cook.

ROSE: I'm not sure. I may be done with eating, possibly forever.

ROSE: The concept has become fallow, truly.

MEULIN: I'M HUNGRY!!

MEULIN: -not even zombies can faze her-

ROSE: Can I consume soup intravenously?

DIRK: If only I had the means to test it. DIRK: Hey, Aradia. You've got first aid on you, right? Inject some soup into Rose.

DIRK: -rattles pots and pans for meulin. again, it's something to do. at least he can feel useful.-

ARADIA: mhmm

ARADIA: i could if you really want to

ARADIA: i recommend tasting

ROSE: -GROANING NOISE-

MEULIN: ~(=^. .^) -HOVERS-

MEULIN: PLEASE DON'T INJECT ROSE WITH SOUP.

DIRK: But she's suffering.

DIRK: -pours bowls for everybody once it's done. it's tomato... hands meu a bowl, then slides a couple at sollux and aradia before shuffling over to rose. eat...-

ROSE: -....ok so tomato soup she can probably do no matter how much it may resemble the blood of guy fieri.-

ROSE: -She tries to make it hover-- but urgh.-

ROSE: -nevermind.-

ROSE: -she just puts it on her stomach and eats it from there.-

MEULIN: - 👀tomato soup-

SOLLUX: -very slowly extracts himself from the hair prison-

ARADIA: dont get stuck

ARADIA: thanks dirk

DIRK: Think nothing of it. -goes to join them at the table to eat, but he's just kinda poking at the soup.-

SOLLUX: -grunts and just sort of touches his spoon.-

MEULIN: -SLRRRPS in the bg-

MEULIN: I STILL HAVE SOME MOOSE MEAT IF ANYONE WANTS.

DIRK: Huh.

DIRK: Maybe later.

ROSE: They killed a moose, by the way.

ROSE: -slurps...-

ROSE: Do we have a plan of attack, yet?

DIRK: ... Not quite.

DIRK: Haven't really... been able to focus.

[[ There's a soft glow of green that grows stronger suddenly, and there's a humanoid shape that hovers into the kitchen through the wall. There's some slime left behind. Oops. ]]

JADESPRITE: hi

ARADIA: -turns to smile at jade sprite- hi

JADESPRITE: -holds up a paw- i didnt want to interrupt especially since i cant eat or

JADESPRITE: contribute much else but

JADESPRITE: we did have some ideas

ROSE: -Blinks-

ROSE: -SHE CAN'T BELIEVE SHE FORGOT ABOUT JADESPRITE-

ROSE: Oh.

ROSE: Hello.

DIRK: -blinks in jadesprite's direction also.- ... Yeah?

JADESPRITE: yes

JADESPRITE: but i think maybe first we should talk about what's going on

ROSE: Right.

JADESPRITE: davesprite has been watching jade

JADESPRITE: something like this has happened before, in the universe we're from -laces her paw fingers together-

JADESPRITE: so we know what she's capable of

JADESPRITE: though you probably already figured out she was the one that zapped you around the country

JADESPRITE: she has full control of that power now

ROSE: Right. So we can't do anything to her head on, or with her awareness. ROSE: We'll just be in the same position we were before.

JADESPRITE: essentially yes

JADESPRITE: so someone has to deal with her

JADESPRITE: thats why were volunteering ourselves

JADESPRITE: -carefully, she pulls out some sort of pendant with a Skaianet symbol and dangles it in the air- i managed to recreate a device that davesprite has for myself

JADESPRITE: id like to give it to one of you for safekeeping, in case i need it

JADESPRITE: i can go into it and also be summoned to its location

JADESPRITE: jade has the one of davesprite's

DIRK: ... I can take it. -holds out his hand-

JADESPRITE: -smiles a little and offers it over to him- thanks

JADESPRITE: anything she tries to do to us would be significantly less dangerous than to any of you, and we should be able to come back quickly with these

JADESPRITE: besides... someone also has to handle jane

JADESPRITE: she doesnt have the same powers but... she is dangerous

ROSE: I... right. I suppose we're going to have to incapacitate them.

JADESPRITE: somehow, yes

JADESPRITE: but we can buy as much time as possible

JADESPRITE: but if it came down to it...

JADESPRITE: ...well, im sure well figure out something

ROSE: Right.

ROSE: I could probably buy time with Jane, at least.

ROSE: But I can't imagine deprogramming them will be... easy.

DIRK: -quietly puts the pendant on to keep it close, tucking it under his shirt, but he's zoning in and out of this conversation and it's frustrating him a little because he NEEDS to be a part of this.-

JADESPRITE: right

JADESPRITE: the brainwashing is affecting jades filters and inhibitions at the same time its telling her whos in control

JADESPRITE: all her repressed thoughts are loose

JADESPRITE: so it's not just the obedience thats the problem... -shakes her head- im sure jane is feeling something similar

JADESPRITE: um... anyway

JADESPRITE: hal has the ship just outside the atmosphere

JADESPRITE: weve managed to talk to him safely from space

JADESPRITE: horuss is still cloaking the ship too but im not sure what theyre planning to do

JADESPRITE: hal is being sort of cagey about it

ROSE: -She frowns.-

ROSE: Is this something that... happened to you?

JADESPRITE: ...

JADESPRITE: i think so

JADESPRITE: its not all clear but...

JADESPRITE: between my memories and davesprite's i feel sure that it's something i know well

ROSE: Do you have any foggy memories of getting out?

JADESPRITE: no...

JADESPRITE: it just feels like i went to sleep for a long time

ROSE: Ah.

ROSE: -She nods.-

ROSE: Well. That's an option.

ROSE: Knock her out somehow.

DIRK: I wonder if the Serkets would have any effect on them. -manages to chime in-

DIRK: I don't like suggesting that, but it might be one of our safest options. I'd rather not knock them out forcefully.

ROSE: Well, we can't waste our opportunity.

ARADIA: trust your instincts and dont doubt yourself

JADESPRITE: -hovers thoughtfully- ...

JADESPRITE: it could work

JADESPRITE: we will just have to be careful

JADESPRITE: if jade knows whats coming she could zap them away

ROSE: ...

ROSE: -sorta. Takes in a deep breath through her teeth.-

ROSE: Okay.

MEULIN: -she's already finished her soup, and now she's just sort of contemplating the bowl... everyone's working so hard-

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