#new dawn new day ( terry. )

[king-crane]

SABBATICAL.

@2ndbat Professor Jonathan Ichabod Crane wasn't exactly the most popular man in Gotham City. He had the respect of his students, his colleagues... and a few of his former criminal compatriots. Every now and then, his mind drifted to the Society - had Luthor finally kicked the bucket? Had Grodd found his secret to immortality? Were either of them still there? It really didn't matter, except to illustrate the depths he had once sunk to - and the depths that clawed at him once again. Bodies littered the lobby of the Humanities and Sociology building of Gotham University, most of them broken beyond recognition, but still somehow breathing. The sixty-eight year old professor wields his cane with the dexterity and grace of someone four decades younger, and cracks skulls with as much precision as a surgeon. By the time the authorities cleaned up the other buildings, Crane was left in the lobby, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of gangsters, wheezing and collapsing against his cane. His once blue overcoat was now a deep red, and as police flocked to him to check his condition, he reflexively holds his hands out, waiting for restraints. The restraints never come. Instead, he is met with only confusion, except for from a vaguely familiar face. The commissioner, Barbara Gordon. "Crane." Her voice is laced with what feels like venom, but she keeps her gaze level. He can barely speak, his lungs screaming in protest as he does so regardless. "Arkham. Take me... to Arkham."

Crane would soon find, of course, that Arkham had been demolished. He remembered, of course - destroyed, after what happened with Joker. Still, he was going to the next best place, the Leslie Thompkins Medical Center. They still didn't put handcuffs on him. He was just defending himself and his students, or so they said - but he could feel the shadows at the corners of his vision coming alive once more. The police cruiser stops outside the hospital, and Crane steps out, leaning heavily on his cane. The officers who guide him in are gentle - they don't drag him. He realizes it must be because of his bruised body. They'll have time for the handcuffs later. Where was the Batman? And that pesky bird that always followed him? "Fools." He snarls, under his breath. "Fools, all of you. You think I cannot harm you, because I am old? I am the Master of Fear, the Lord of Terror! When I tell you to restrain me-" His words seem to fall on deaf ears and he huffs a bit more, but doesn't bother. After a visit with a doctor who is more concerned with his body than the fact that Crane could kill him with a single blow, he finally gets a cell. They had to be convinced (did they wish for him to just sleep outside?), but he finally got it, along with a set of warm, fresh clothes. The TV (why was there a TV in his cell) is set to the news, and, predictably, they're covering tonight. "-University found itself attacked by a gang of Jokerz, though casualties were minimalized thanks to the heroic efforts of Psychology Professor Jonathan Crane." Was she joking? There was nothing heroic about what he had done. He can feel the end approaching - it was only a matter of time before he relapsed completely. His vision was fading, the old burlap monster returning.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Link 1, Link 2 :)

Digital Good Omens 2 Sountrack is coming out in 4 days! 🥳 CD version in October! :) ❤ Coming soon on vinyl…

Out to Stream/Download from 25th August. Out on CD 13th October. Coming soon on vinyl…

David Arnold’s ‘end of the world’ complex and multi-genre soundtrack.

From the Award-winning composer of Sherlock and Casino Royale comes a follow up to the hugely successful, Emmy nominated Good Omens soundtrack.

Good Omens series 2 premiered on Prime Video on 28th July. The series follows the odd couple, angel Aziraphale (Michael Sheen) and demon Crowley (David Tennant) in their quest to sabotage the end of the World. The six-episode sequel to the popular adaptation of the novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, concerns the Archangel Gabriel (Jon Hamm) arriving without his memories to Aziraphale’s bookshop. Aziraphale and Crowley attempt to find out what happened to Gabriel, whilst hiding him from Heaven and Hell, both eager to find him.

The Soundtrack

David Arnold’s soundtrack to Good Omens was first released in 2019 to favourable reviews, with BBC Music Magazine calling it “a rollicking trip to hell and back”. Blueprint Magazine described it as “a great listen” and Sci Fi Bulletin commented on “plenty of memorable themes” to conclude that “This is another work of art from Arnold”. At times nostalgic and eerie but always varied, beautiful and full of excitement, the Good Omens 2 soundtrack showcases Arnold’s every skill from his composer arsenal. Featured here are orchestral arrangements with sprinkling of Sugar Plum Fairy pizzicato and percussion, jaunty strings and mighty choral sweeps from Crouch End Festival Chorus. Added to the mix are rock guitar riffs, and psychedelic 70s sounds and all together they create a haunting otherworldly feel, complementing the fantasy and the quirky humour of the show. The spirited Waltz of the opening theme is also present in the second series and it wonderfully sets the scene for fantastical mayhem. In series 2, this robust, evocative, and funny music entity, becomes yet again another character in the story. Award-winning composer David Arnold is well known for his blockbuster scores, including Stargate, The Chronicles of Narnia: the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Hot Fuzz, Paul, Independence Day, 2 Fast 2 Furious and Casino Royale as well as for his TV work such as Sherlock and Dracula. Also available: The original soundtrack to the first series of Good Omens >

Tracklist

– Disc 1 – Chapter 1: The Arrival 1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells Chapter 2: The Clue 10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel Chapter 3: I Know Where I’m Going 19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy – Disc 2 – Chapter 4: The Hitchhiker 33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room Chapter 5: The Ball 40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle Chapter 6: Every Day 48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

[theloneotaku158]

As of Batman: The Brave and the Bold #12, local precious-gremlin-who-I-would-die-for, Maps Mizoguchi, is now officially(?) the sixth Robin. Or at the very least, she's now "in" on The Secret™.

If this isn’t a set up for her taking up the Robin mantle officially then I genuinely don’t know what is.

As one of the twelve Gotham Academy enjoyers in existence, I am having the extremely normal reaction of "FUCKING FINALLY! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO--!"

In all honesty, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen this coming from miles away. Like, Maps has appeared in a number of seemingly random cameo roles recently, including Batgirls (2021), and even technically as Robin in the backup issues of Batman (2016) #119-121, and in a short story in Batman Black & White. And most of those got collected in a standalone titled "Maps of Mystery", which specifically gathered all her appearances as Robin (and the Gotham Academy Belle Reve story).

And then, of course, her recent time-travelling Future-Trunks-esque appearance in Birds of Prey (2023), as the tech-based Meridian, from a potential future timeline where she apparently makes it as a superhero using gadgets she apparently designed, proving that she's hero material.

That's not something you do for a character for no reason. That's the sort of thing you do when you want to keep a character in the conscience of your readers for whatever reason, because you have bigger plans for them.

Also interesting to consider that, in the "Mother's Day" story where this took place, Alfred is standing right there and not lying down six feet under wood, dirt and a stone slab, and that Bruce is in the old Batcave under the manor so he still has Money™. So we must assume this was some nebulous time in the past (after GA: Second Semester(?), but before City of Bane)... which I won't bother to analyse the exact timeframe of because DC doesn't care about the post-Flashpoint / New 52 / Rebirth / Prime Earth / idfk / Dawn of DC timeline, so neither should I.

But I think it's really funny that this presumably means Maps has known The Secret™ for a long time relative to present-day comics, but always acted like she didn't.

But if all her appearances are in chronological order, that means Bruce is only the fourth Bat whose identity she discovered.

Like, she discovered Cass' identity almost by accident on a trip to the zoo, Damian showed off his grapple gun and gave her an actual Batarang during the three hours he was enrolled in the school (as if she wouldn't immediately put two-and-two together even back then), and she even found out Terry fucking McGuinness would become Batman in a future via a time-travelling grandfather clock.

No I did not make that last part up. Read Gotham Academy istg.

Did Cass know that Maps had been acting as a Robin when she met her, both at the zoo in Batgirls and her future version in Birds of Prey?

Does Damian know the one (1) friend(?) he made in Gotham Academy is potentially in the running for his job?

Is Bruce himself aware that she knows as much about their identities as she currently does?

How is DC going to retcon this so it all makes sense in the barely-functioning canon of the modern DC universe?

I'm digressing. Where was I going with this?

Point is, she's destined to become a Robin, and I'm glad DC finally pulled their fingers out their asses and capitalised on that destiny.

Let's just hope it doesn't take another year for them to follow up on this plotline again.

Bonus: Jason Todd, after learning of Bruce taking yet another happy kid under his wing as yet another Robin, giving her some advice:

[eupheme]

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE | come early morning

[masterlist]

joel miller x f!reader

Rated E - 2.5k

Tags - brief canon-divergence, reader is mid/late 30s+, dirty talk, light angst. oral sex / face-sitting, manual restraints, protected PiV

A/N - I plotted 4 parts for the main story, but there’s some moments I’ve been eager to write for Joel. So this is the 1st of 2 mini-chapters before the ending 💕

You’ve heard about it, of course. Telling jokes and swapping stories. But in the after, in the now - when the cabin had been packed - intimacy had been a stolen luxury. Near-silent encounters in the dark.

Near-silent encounters in the dark. Desperate and fumbling and certainly not something like this.

The water pounds against your back - eyes closed as you scrub at your scalp. It’s early, barely dawn. Windows still frosted, everything cold and still outside.

Waking up with a start, mercifully yanked from a nightmare you’re grateful that you don’t remember.

Leaving him to keep dreaming, as you slide from the warm bed. Padding quietly to the shower, taking your time under the spray.

The feeling of dread sluices from you, disappearing down the drain. Letting your mind drift to more pleasant ones. This soft, new thing with Joel.

Actions speaking what his words cannot. The next morning leaving you feeling awkward, as you woke up alone. Finding him in the kitchen - a moment where you wished you could read his mind.

Until you saw that small smile, just for you.

Until he came back that night, the same gentle rap of his knuckles. Warming you bed, an arm curled around you as you slept.

That was days ago, and he still returns. Time passing in the late hours, filled with slow touches and hushed breaths. A door you leave cracked open now, beckoning him in.

Small things, slowly changing. The slightest tenderness - fingers that brush your neck, when it’s slung across the back of the couch.

When the three of you sit together, jammed on that small couch. As Ellie reads aloud and you work on your crochet. As he sits silently - just soaking it in.

Letting himself look, for once - instead of stolen glances.

It makes your heart race. That silly, soft thing. Bruised and unprotected and already more than a little helpless over him.

A small shake to your head to clear it, as you shut the water off.

You should be more careful.

But there’s a glow about you, as your hand passes over the mirror. Swiping away the steam, showing you the you that’s beneath.

You think you’d call her happy.

Wrapping yourself in the old robe, taking your time getting ready for the morning. Up much earlier than usual - the rest of the house won’t be stirring for a while.

But you’re not the only one awake, when the door finally opens. An arm tucked under his head, a sleepy furrow in his brow as he blinks.

Half-awake - an arm stretched out to the empty space beside him. You wonder if he had been searching in his sleep.

It has you crossing the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You think you like him best in the mornings. Voice even raspier with sleep. That accent coming out heavier - his drawl as smooth as honey, before he’s shaken it loose.

He’s sweet as it, too.

As much as you think he can be, anyways.

Your thumb passes over the scruff that lines his jaw. The tip pressing against the patch of bare skin near his chin, softly stroking.

His own hands wander. Brushing over the worn terry cloth. Shifting closer, the blankets pooling lower - revealing bare shoulder, the expanse of his chest.

You take it in. Each and every scar and mark, from faded to fresh. Rarely able to see him like this, in the rays of light that pour in. Used to quiet moments at night, under a blanket of stars.

Not paying attention to his own hands, ones that slide up your thigh, to your hip. A sharp tug to the belt, as he pulls the knot free.

Moving so fluidly, as if he’s been thinking about it.

The robe parts, baring you from neck to waist. The edges falling open, as he lifts himself up - brushing his lips against your sternum.

You can’t help the low breath, a soft moan, as his whisker scratch your skin. Raising goosebumps as his mouth drags, fingers twisting into the edges as he pulls the fabric taught - keeping you close.

The tip of a tongue flicking against a nipple, your breath caught in your throat as you arch into him. Lips closing around to suck, a glossy smear against your skin as he teases you.

Soft brushes against the sensitive curves, until your fingers are twisting in his hair. Messing up grey-flecked curls that are already ruffled from sleep.

Until he pulls back - the curve of a self-satisfied smile. Marks against your skin, where his lips suctioned - reminders for later.

“You wet for me, darlin’?” He husks, those dark eyes lifting to yours.

The way he asks so openly makes your cheeks heat, though you can feel the arousal pooling in your belly.

Embarrassed and deflecting with a, “Well, I just took a shower…”

Joel gives you a pointed look, from beneath sharp eyebrows.

“From my mouth.” His tongue swipes skin again, as you melt a little further, “I know you like this.”

Like his mouth on you. Like the way he touches your tits - with wet tongue and pinching fingers.

A hand sliding up your thigh, where it meets warm, soaked flesh. His own groan coming, then.

“Lemme taste.”

Your heartbeat gallops, the prospect enthralling. More than eager to have him between your thighs again. Remembering how his arm had pinned across your belly - only able to squirm as he fucked you with his tongue.

Inching further onto the bed, as his hand comes to your hip. The other patting his chest, his look expectant.

“No. Up here.”

The fluttering in your chest swoops low, crashing into your stomach. You blink at him, as he shifts back on the pillows.

“Come again?” You question politely, wondering if you heard him right.

His smile tugs wider, “Sure hope so, sweetheart.”

The look has you fidgeting, as he finds you - coaxing you with his hands. Warm and scarred and tugging you on top of him, until you’re hovering over his chest.

Not quite where he wants you - you’re still feeling nervous.

You’ve heard about it, of course. Telling jokes and swapping stories. But in the after, in the now - when the cabin had been packed - intimacy had been a stolen luxury.

Near-silent encounters in the dark. Desperate and fumbling and certainly not something like this.

Bare skin against skin as your hands find the headboard for balance.

Looking down, your heart skipping a beat as you find him admiring. Eyes dragging over the skin he can see - your own heady excitement at having him beneath you like this.

It’s enough to make your shoulder roll - to tug your arms through the sleeves. To bare yourself fully, for him.

You have time. It’s barely morning - another hour or two before Ellie stirs. The nerves start to dwindle, as his hands stroke over your thighs, as they inch wider.

“Come here, baby.” He rasps.

And this time, you do.

Inching forward, until you’re straddling his face. His low, breathed-out moan of want, as his hands move to cup your ass.

Pushing you that extra inch closer, until you can feel the heat of his breath on your thigh. As his hands shift, thumbs hooking under - the slight tug as he parts you.

The dip of his chin so he can see the effect he’s had on you. A clench of his jaw, air sucked in through his teeth.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growls, before his chin is lifting back up.

A little jolt of your hips as his tongue flattens over your cunt. Tracing the slit with a lick, soft and wet and so warm against you.

Unable to bite back the little whimper, your eyes fixed on the way your thighs frame his face - the little look of warning he shoots your way.

Before he does it again.

Another soft swirl of his tongue, feeling so different and new from this angle. A creak of the headboard under your fingers as they tighten, an arching of your back as you’re unable help the slight lean into the sweet pressure of his mouth.

His groan low and muffled as he tastes you - dripping for him. Palms pressing into the curve of your ass to nudge you even closer, a burn already starting in your knees and thighs as you hover him.

The point of his tongue teasing at your entrance. Pressing inside before he’s inching up to suck on your clit, as bliss rolls over you.

Your hips rock, meeting the flick of his tongue. The smallest of rhythms, your want betraying you. Leaning into the wet stroke of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth.

That bit of nervousness coming back - when you look down. A doubt that still creeps in. As you watch the sharp focus of his dark eyes, how they narrow in on your face.

The cant of your hips slow, as you take him in. Your words, whispered out into the still morning.

“Feels so good,” You tell him - because god, it does. “But what about you? This can’t be doing much for you.”

Not used to the attention. When he ate you before, it was after he had come. Kissing your puffy lips where his cock had just been, swiftly building you up again until you were gushing against his tongue.

He draws back with a low, rasping breath. The curve of a smile showing bright teeth before his tongue peeks between them to brush at his lip.

Shifting, uncurling a hand from your thigh - finding yours. Dragging it gently back as he reaches around you. His own hips shifting, until your fingertips are running over something thick and curving.

His other hand tugs down the sheet, and then you’re brushing bare skin. A peek over your shoulder, to see where he’s hard.

Achingly so, heavy and curving up towards his stomach. The tip flushed and already smearing a glossy, damp spot against his skin. Leaking, from tasting you.

It makes you clench. It makes you want him - a hand bracing on his shoulder as you start to lift off him.

His hands come back. Gripping onto your thighs, holding you in place as he makes a warning sound. Low in his throat as he pulls you back into place.

Fully seating you against his mouth.

You wiggle for a second, before he’s devouring you. Tongue flicking against your clit, until you’re smeared across his chin and beard.

Thighs pressing against his ears, now that he’s no longer teasing. Muffled whines that slide through your teeth, his own groans catching in his throat.

You’re not able to do much more than hold onto that wooden headboard again. A hand dropping to sink into his hair, a gentle tug knocking one of his moans free.

His brown eyes hazy, a little jolt as his hips buck against nothing. It’s intoxicating - wrapping around you and tugging you closer to the edge.

Building and building, as you begin to lean into it. Rolling into the press of his tongue, over and over. Drawing everything up tight, as you try to warn him. To beg him.

“Joel,” You gasp, “Fuck. Keep going, I’m gonna come-”

His eyes open then, flicking up. A pleased hum as he does just that - as a hand slides from your thigh, up your stomach. Passing gently over your skin, until he’s cupping the weight of a breast. Touching you, like before.

Teasing and pinching with a warm, broad hand.

And with that extra spark of pleasure, you shatter. Unable to help the tremor that wracks through you, as everything that has strung so tightly snaps.

Your breath coming as a high gasp, biting it back with clenched teeth. Swallowing it down as his tongue passes over you, leaving your clit to press where you pulse for him.

Fingers coming to tease at your clit, pressing and circling and drawing those waves of pleasure out, for as long as he can.

Breathless, by the time you come back down. Weak-limbed and lighter than air - unable to help the smile that stretches your face.

Joel lets you up then, though you think he would have been happy to stay there a while longer. Straddling his chest - careful of his healing wound - as you lean over to reach for the drawer of the bedside table.

Grabbing the little foil package from inside. Something else swiped from the pharmacy a lifetime ago, boxes left from a stock that had been rarely used.

“Can I?” You’re asking, moving down to his hips.

As he’s already rasping a “yes”, as your hand closes around him. Thumb swiping over the wet tip before you’re rolling down the condom over this thick length.

His hands grasping at your waist as you rise up. Slick damping your thighs as you angle the tip, until it’s pressing against your entrance.

You take him slowly, sinking down onto him with a single motion. Nudging deep inside you - your back arching as he stretches you out, even with your orgasm.

Until your hips are flush and you’ve taken all of him. Fingers pinching into soft skin, as rough curse falling from his lips as he watches you.

The way your hands brace on his broad, peppered-grey chest, the experimental bounce as your knees press into the mattress.

Riding him, the slow rocking of your hips becoming more confident. The slap of your skin against his growing louder, as you do you best to keep up the pace.

“Christ, darlin’.” His voice is still low, eyes wandering. The slightest waver to it, that feels like such a treasure, “You’ve got me close already.”

You tuck it away, this picture of him. His words, sending a spark down your spine. One that you ignore, because you want to watch him fall apart.

On this pretty winter morning, the sunlight cutting across his face. Bathing it in gold as his hands grip on, guiding you.

As your head ducks, eyes fluttering shut as you your press your lips against against his. Nudging at his bottom lip with your tongue, as they part.

He tastes like you. You lean into it, as his hips snap against yours. Grinding, as he groans, as you swallow the sounds.

From the way he pulls you down to meet him, you think there will be marks tomorrow. The kiss breaking as his teeth grit, though the noise still rumbles in his chest.

Spearing himself deep, as he comes. Holding you still then, as he pumps himself into you. All that drawn-out desire forced out by the warm, wet clutch of your pussy.

Your eyes greedy, as you watch. Hovering above him, close enough to that mark deepen between his brows as they pucker. The muscles flexing in his neck, the flash of bared teeth.

In this moment, it’s just you and him. Connected for that brief moment of bliss, those few minutes before reality comes crashing back in.

You cling to it, for as long as you can. Until the heave of his chest slows, until your hands are lifting from the expanse of muscle and coarse hair.

And then, he’s moving. Coaxing you off him, so he can slip from you - tie off the latex. A chaste kiss pressed to your temple as he pushes himself up after, a hand running through his curls.

“Lemme grab a shower,” He yawns, a roll of his shoulders as he stretches, “And then I’ll start the fire for you.”

That moment wavers - and then fractures.

Splintering, as a new day begins.

(btw DO NOT use or trust expired condoms!!)

Thank you for reading!! 💖

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

hi Gigi! how about number 2 for the prompt game?

Hi! If you had sent this ask yesterday morning, I would still be in a happy weekend mood and you might get a cute story about Mickey getting attacked by a swarm of bees on a picnic date or something, but unfortunately im answering this on my lunch break, so enjoy the emo vibes

2. Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.

The nightmares only started after Terry died. 

Before, Ian liked to joke that Mickey was a professional sleeper. He’d lay down and be sucked into a deep, dark unconsciousness within minutes. He was a peaceful sleeper, curled up on his side and breathing softly through his nose. 

On the rare nights when sleep was evading Ian for completely normal reasons, the way it had since he was a kid and stayed up all night worrying about how to tell Fiona he needed new shoes, he’d learned that just being in Mickey’s presence was like a melatonin ooze. He could wrap himself gently around Mickey’s plaint form and bury his face between Mickey’s shoulder blades, aligning his breathing with his boyfriend’s until sleep claimed him.

But the night they found Terry sitting pathetically with a bag over his head, Mickey fell asleep like normal but shot up and out of Ian’s hold after just a hour or so, miraculously not waking his sleeping husband. 

He’d huffed out uncertainly, reaching up to this own chest to feel his racing heartrate. His hands were shaking, and he could feel a headache coming on, so he got out of bed to splash some water on his face. 

Mickey got good at sneaking out of their bed without waking Ian, so good that it wasn’t until Spring was fully blooming and Ian was careening into a seasonal manic episode and they decided to see his doctor about the next day when Ian noticed at all. 

He was awake most of the night, mind racing beyond his usual anxiety, and counted a total of 5 times that Mickey woke up during the night. 

Sometime before dawn, Ian finally confronted him about it. 

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” 

Mickey shrugged evasively. 

“Is that why you’ve been so…” moody, sullen, miserable for the last month or so since you found Terry. 

“Could be” Mickey responded evasively, staring up at the ceiling. 

Ian leaned over and finally turned on their bedside lamp, silently admitting that neither of them were getting anymore sleep that night.

“What’d you think is wrong?” Ian asked curiously, laying back down with his head propped up on one hand shielding Mickey’s body with his own as his husband ran both hands roughly down his face, scratching satisfyingly against his couple days old stubble. 

Ian waited patiently for a response, knowing it would come.

“Shitty dreams” Mickey finally admitted quietly. “Terry, and my uncles, and my oldest brothers - the ones who died. And Mandy, she’s there sometimes.”

“Memories? Or is it just-” Ian asked hesitantly. 

“Yeah” Mickey said, licking his lips. “Memories that are all mushed together, but I’m around - I don’t know, 8 or 9 in all of them.”

“Why’re you a kid?” Ian asked confusedly. 

“I have no fuckin’ idea,” Mickey answered. He sounded so incredibly tired, just soaked in bone-deep exhaustion that had him on the verge of frustrated tears. “I broke my hand when I was 8, and my hand’s broken in all the dreams. It’s broken and it-it hurts so bad, Ian-”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Ian hushed, bringing his hand down to sooth the heated skin at Mickey’s temples, like the could root out where the pressure was building. 

Mickey finally looked at him, “what are they doing right now?”

His husbands words gutted Ian, and all he could could do is lean over and kiss Mickey’s forehead, pulling the two of them closer together. He got confirmation when Mickey took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ian’s waist, keeping him close.

“When I go to the doctor today, we should see if he’ll talk to you. See if we can get you some sleeping pills.” 

“I don’t want to-”

“Not forever” Ian cut off. “But you need some sleep. You’ve been miserable for a while now, haven’t you?” 

Mickey didn’t respond, but Ian could feel him nod. 

“Okay, so we get you something to get you to sleep for a while and hopefully once you’re better rested and your nerves aren’t so fried the nightmares go away.”

Mickey nodded again, then he spoke so quietly Ian barely heard it.

“I hate this.”

Ian took a steadying breath, staring out their bedroom window as the sky lit up in a light pink color. His chest ached and for the first time he understood what it meant to have your heart living outside of your body. 

“I know” he said soothingly, feeling Mickey sag slightly against him. “’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

Sorry 😭 I hope you liked it <3

Prompt Game Fun

[maretinelli]

IT'S NOT OK, BUT I'M HERE

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: Where y/n gets sick at work, and leaves the entire squad worried about the information she says before fainting.

Words: 1.5K+

Warnings: Quote of a bandit, arrest and murder (nothing explicit), mentions of other characters, hospital, pregnancy perhaps? Miscarriage.

Author: First of all, English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes that may occur in the story. Second, I got to watch 99 this week and I'm loving it. Oh my God, I want a Jake.

Y/s: Surname

MASTERLIST

The day dawned cloudy in New York City. It was a Thursday morning and the 99 squad was in full swing to fight crime and arrest more and more criminals every day.

Y/n was on the same shift as her boyfriend and the others, but as she woke up feeling unwell and having abdominal pain, she decided she would be a little late so she could sleep more.

Last night the 99 squad decided to make a bet on how many burritos they would eat the most. And of course, Y/n wasn't a person who liked to lose, and threw herself into this competition. Result? He won the bet and free food poisoning and a headache from the pepper.

But what matters is that he had won.

"Good morning, little burrito eater. How's your stomach?" Amy says as she sees Detective Y/s enter the pen.

Y/n tries to smile, but that makes her headache worse.

"Pretty cool. Not to mention the headache from that pepper of dubious origin" Y/n says quietly and gives a thumbs up with her left thumb.

Amy laughs and goes back to work.

As she sits at the table in front of Jake, she sees a thermos full of hot black coffee and a note that reads:

"For my burito champion, black coffee to ease the pain in my stomach and head <3. Ps. I should be at the police station in about 3 hours. I love you (and don't eat chili peppers ever again)"

Y/n laughs at the message of love and affection and makes a mental note to thank Jake later.

As soon as she takes her first sip, she feels as if 30% of the excruciating pain in her head has gone away.

"Oh, well--" Before he could even finish his sentence and lean back in his chair, a citizen came running into the police station, covered in blood and shouting a man's name. Y/n was on alert and Terry got up to go to the citizen.

"Him, it was him!! John Cavinsky, I saw him!!" The man screamed, as blood gushed from his left arm.

"Calm down, boy. Explain this story." The sergeant tries to calm the young man down.

"John Cavinsky. The one from the newspaper. I just saw him two blocks away, when I grabbed my cell phone to alert the police, he attacked me and ran towards the bridge" The man says in ecstasy.

Rosa and y/n look at each other.

They've been looking for this guy for 6 months, to arrest him. Today would be the day. Say goodbye to your shitty life, John Cavinsky.

They've been looking for this guy for 6 months, to arrest him. Today would be the day. Say goodbye to your shitty life, John Cavinsky.

"Okay. Gina call the ambulance and tell them about the condition of the guy over there. Boyle tell the captain that Y/n and I are going after Cavinsky. Ask for backup and weapons too." She says everything very quickly and grabs her coat to leave the police station.

Y/n gets up quickly and feels an unbearable pain, but now, in the abdomen region.

"Y/n dear? Are you okay?" Gina asks worriedly as she waits on the phone for the ambulance to return.

Y/n, who had her hands on her knees due to the pain, and taking a deep breath, nodded and stood up.

"Uhun...it's okay!" S/n takes a deep breath, grabs her coat and runs after Diaz.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

Diaz and Y/s had located the place where the criminal was hiding. With reinforcements and colleagues from another department, they were ready to enter the place and arrest John.

"Wait for my signal. Let's check if the henchmen aren't around the warehouse," Diaz says over the radio and starts walking around the warehouse with his gun in his hand, with Y/n right behind him.

"Aaah...aww" She lets out a little scream.

Rosa quickly turns to Y/n.

"Hey, what's up?" Rosa whispers.

"I have a very strong pain in my stomach. Like cramps"

Diaz still her.

"Okay, you can go. He called Boyle in your place," she says harshly, but worriedly.

"No, no!! I can handle it. I've worked with a bullet in my leg, this pain is okay" Y/n says with a high-pitched tone of pain.

Diaz frowns and nods in fear.

"Okay, anything taps my shoulder"

Y/n shakes her head and they walk through the warehouse again, until Diaz gives the signal for reinforcements to attack.

"Stand there, police in the area" Rosa and Y/n show their badges.

"You are under arrest for robbery, home invasion and attempted murder." Y/n puts away her badge, but leaves her gun pointed at the criminal and his henchmen.

Y/n arrested John, while the reinforcements helped arrest the others and put them in the police van.

"Hey, you're sweating too much. Come on, tell me what's going on." Rosa says as she walks with Y/n to the 99 car.

"It's okay. It must be from yesterday's burritos" Detective Y/s says quietly, as the cramps are still piercing her belly.

"Okay. Then please go to the police station, get your things and go check it out" Diaz says getting into the car and starting it.

Y/n lets out a smile at the corner of her eye seeing her friend so worried about her.

Arriving at the police station in less than 10 minutes, the detectives get out of the car and take John to the interrogation room so they can ask him a few questions before officially arresting him.

"It's okay. Let me take him," Rosa said, as she took John to the living room.

"Look at her, guys!! Take a good look at this detective. She arrested the most screwed-up criminal in the history of 6 months" Gina practically shouts at the police station excitedly. Meanwhile, Y/n had a terrible look of pain and was sweating cold. "Y/n, hey honey?" Gina asks when she saw Y/n leaning against her and Jake's desk. "Are you okay?"

Y/n shakes her head negatively, alerting the other detective friends in the room.

"Stay there, I'll get Holt."

"N-no. Jake...is Jake here yet?"

"Yes. He's interrogating another criminal who just arrived. I'll get him." Terry runs towards Jake.

"My cutie, you better sit down" Gina approaches Y/n to help her sit down, but before she even leaves her table, she sees blood on the floor and a desperate Y/n.

"You're bleeding!!" Amy says worriedly, as she places her hands on Y/n's shoulders from behind.

Blood ran down Y/n's legs and an immense pain hit her stomach again. This wasn't from the burritos, much less the pepper.

"Call Jake!!" She speaks louder, but her voice wavers from the pain. "I think I'm having a miscarriage..." As she says those words, the detective ends up fainting in Santiago's arms.

"GINA!!" Amy yells to Gina who was closest to her, and the woman helps Amy hold the other detective. "Where's the ambulance??!"

"It's coming!!" Boyle puts the phone back on the table.

Everyone in the squadron who was there looked at each other desperately at the information they had just heard.

•••••••••••••••••

Jake had arrived in time so he could go with Y/n in the ambulance and get to the hospital. She was still unconscious, which made her enter the procedure room alone, leaving a terrified Jake there in the infirmary.

About three hours had passed, and Y/n was in the room they had made available to her, with Jake sitting in the armchair holding her hand, while he looked at a fixed point and absorbed all the information that the nurse had given him about two hours ago. back.

Captain Holt had texted the detective earlier asking about Y/N and her situation. Jake quickly responded with a "She's fine now, we're in the room." Captain just glanced over and said he would inform the rest of the squad, and that he would give him and Y/N the rest of the week off.

Jake hears the bed creak and Y/n move in bed. She was waking up from the anesthesia.

"Hi, honey." Jake wipes away the tears in his eyes and smiles lovingly at his girlfriend.

The detective blinks a little to adjust her eyes to the light.

Jake quickly gets up and closes the curtains, as the bedroom door was also closed.

"Are you okay? In pain? Tired?" Jake asks worriedly, sitting back down in the armchair he was in and taking her hand again.

Y/n quickly starts crying and sobbing.

"Hey, hey. Honey, what's up?"

"I know what happened. I lost our baby," she starts sobbing again, putting her hand over her face.

Jake sheds a few tears.

"Come here," he says quietly.

Y/n sits down and Jake comes over to wrap her in a hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, and then this morning I felt sick, but I thought it was because of the burrito yesterday, then I went to the police station to work and everything got worse. I'm sorry."

"Honey, look at me," Peralta says calmly, making Y/n look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for, you didn't know, I didn't know, we couldn't predict what could happen. Don't apologize," he wipes the tears that were falling from his girlfriend's face.

Y/n nods her head slightly.

"It wasn't in our plans. But I wanted that baby. But I ended up losing it without even knowing it existed. I feel like a terrible woman," she sobs.

"I can't say it's okay. But I'm here, we can get through this together"

Detective Y/s nods and sighs.

Jake places his hands on his girlfriend's cheeks and smiles.

"And you, Mom? Are you okay? No pain, tiredness, discomfort...?" He says softly.

Her eyes fill with tears, but she smiles because Jake cares and loves her so much.

"I'm fine, a little tired. But I'm fine, future dad Jake." She smiles and he laughs.

"Okay, now you can rest a little more, I'll be here with you. I'm not leaving here" Jake lies down on the bed with her and hugs her.

The two remain silent, staring at a fixed point on the wall, until Jake interrupts.

"We can make another one. No problem"

Y/n laughs and then lightly slaps his shoulder.

"Peralta, just shut up now" she laughs.

Jake kisses her cheek and smiles, before they fall asleep together.

Author: After days of writing this story, I ended up remembering that I wrote "Bolt" instead of "Holt" hahahaha I apologize if it's in the story, I tried to correct it but I looked over it🤣

[bidotorg]

Born on this Day: The iconic Janis Joplin (#Bi2).

In the early hours, between midnight and dawn, on Sunday, August 17, 1969, Janis Joplin took to the stage, marking a historic moment during the three-day Woodstock Music and Art Fair in Bethel, New York. Draped in her signature long-sleeved tie-dyed outfit, this performance held special significance as it was Joplin's first major solo act after parting ways with her band, Big Brother & The Holding Company, a year earlier following the release of their album "Cheap Thrills".

Facing an unexpectedly massive crowd, Joplin fearlessly entertained with a mix of new songs, covers, and beloved Big Brother favorites. While initially criticized for departing from her iconic performances with Big Brother (notably at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival), Joplin's Woodstock show secured her place in rock history.

Joplin asked the audience in the dark, "How are you guys out there? You're staying stoned and you got enough water and you got a place to sleep and everything? Because all of us — and I don't mean to be preachy — but we oughta remember, and that means promoters too, that music's for grooving, man, and music's not for putting yourself through bad changes. You don't have to take anybody's shit, man, just to enjoy music."

Joplin kicked off her performance with a spirited rendition of Eddie Floyd's "Raise Your Hand," backed by the Kozmic Blues Band. This lineup included guitarist John Till, keyboardist Richard Kermode, bassist Brad Campbell, drummer Maury Baker, along with Terry Clements on tenor saxophone, Luis Gasca on trumpet, and Cornelius "Snooky" Flowers on baritone saxophone.

The band introduced their first new track, "As Good As You've Been To This World", from Joplin's upcoming 1969 debut album "I Got Dem Ol' Kozmic Blues Again Mama!" Transitioning to a mellower groove, Joplin delivered a soulful rendition of the Bee Gees' hit "To Love Somebody", also featured on her "new" album, followed by a sultry interpretation of George and Ira Gershwin's classic standard "Summertime", previously covered on "Cheap Thrills".

Joplin poured her heart into the 11-song set, pushing her vocal limits. She regained the energy with two more new songs, "Try (Just A Little Bit Harder)" and the heartfelt ballad "Kozmic Blues".

Tenor saxophonist Snooky Flowers joined in for a spirited rendition of Otis Redding's 1965 hit "Can't Turn You Loose" before the set's grand finale, "Work Me, Lord", a Nick Gravenites composition that Joplin belted out until her voice could carry no more.

Encouraged by the roaring audience, Joplin returned to the stage, concluding her Woodstock performance with two tracks from "Cheap Thrills." These songs were her iconic hit "Piece Of My Heart" and a fervent cover of Big Mama Thornton's "Ball And Chain", delivering every ounce of herself to the enthralled crowd.

☮️: https://bi.org/en/famous/janis-joplin

[terrence-silver]

Could I request ❛ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❜? I feel like there's some potential terry silver manipulation sprinkled within those words. ���

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Collecting people.

It was a hobby, in a sense.

More than that, actually; it was like being an Architect.

Taking a rough slab of marble and chiseling it into something greater than itself.

Having the ultimate authority and say in what it will and can become.

Margaret Spencer he found working at a firm in London as a secretary for what was his overseas business partner at the time, toiling with idiotic, menial tasks far beneath someone her class, capabilities and particular education level, coaxing, or rather pilching her from underneath her boss' nose by making her an infinitely better and more advantageous offer at employment back in Los Angeles, the same way he discovered Milos Dadok in Prague as a hotel concierge, working for cheap change east of the Iron Curtain, with barely any visitors to serve in an old, Bohemian golden lobby of a run down, neglected establishment that mostly stood empty, having seen better times. Snake and Dennis he picked off of the streets after they've brazenly tried to mug him of all people, failing comically, much to his infinite amusement, deciding to keep them around purely on the off chance their antics made him laugh --- and that they did, frequently and several times a day. John himself. That was a friendship he wanted ever since the first time he saw him at basic training and then later, during orientation, on ground, in Vietnam, and the best of friends was precisely what they remained because it was something Terry cultivated, invested into with the greatest of devotions. Even Ponytail, he carried around with him, on his head, fastened to his scalp with an unassuming black hair tie, nobody realizing he was ever there. Nobody but him and John, at this point. Where others saw nothing, he tended to see opportunity. And opportunities? Opportunities were things he never had the habit of passing up on, wanting to be in control of what becomes of the rough, ragged slab of marble under his fingers as he presses down on its hardened, sleek surfaces, leaving behind ever so many dents, fingertips and markings, deciding what shape it'll ultimately take once he's done with it. Deciding if he'll make it or break it. Create a beautiful statue or ram his fist into it, shattering the project into pieces.

Then, there was you.

Homeless.

A typical sight outside of Beverly Hills.

Aimlessly mingling around what was John's dojo for months now, buzzing around the alleyways like a little fly at the mouth of the serpent's nest, often in his sight and crosshairs through the lowered shutters of the interiors of the studio space where he could spy on you accordingly; it was Terry's business. He made it his business. Everything that happened in and around this dojo, in its adjoined streets, neighborhoods, blocks, in the heart of this very city, country, the West coast itself, concerned Terry exclusively, the way the markings lining the palms of his hands concerned him, more so when he occasionally found you casting uncertain, tentative glances at nearby garbage cans dotting the sidewalks akin to so many eyesores, like you were ashamed of yourself, like you were unaccustomed and new to this, carrying collected cardboard, for what he only assumed was for the purpose of rough sleeping down on the concrete; on one occasion, it went as far as him catching you slumming it out by leaning against the inner walls of the Cobra Kai dojo itself after working hours, obscured from view at dawn, knees pushed up against your chest, startled and taking to running the minute you spotted him pulling into the parking lot, his blue Ford intended to give off the airs of working class relatability still enough to startle you into a frightened state of movement, a tinge of satisfaction running through like a current trying to imagine what your reaction would be if you ever ran into him at another part of town, Rolls Royce, Tuxedo, private chauffeur and all. But, this crap you were doing right now wouldn't cut it. You didn't get to utilize his territory like this, it wasn't for free, not without being confronted about it one way or another. So, he ambushes you one morning, coming in even earlier than he had the habit of doing so, two hours before the Larusso twerp had the tendency to show up for his classes in pain, tactically cutting off your usual escape trail tightly and very neatly pushed in between two buildings. You shriek at the sight of him.

He relished the sound.

You wouldn't mind hearing more of it.

-"You won't survive long out there."-

Terry states bluntly, but not unkindly; last thing he wanted now was for you to get a tremendously bad first impression of him, even though you by default pushed his hand by making him come head to head with you the way he did through your incessant running. Luckily for you, he liked to chase. You give him a look, like you knew. Like you knew survival wouldn't be easy out here, but you didn't feel like necessarily vocally agreeing with him. Was it pride? It was pride, wasn't it? It's only once he hands you the lunch he's been hiding behind his back that your eyes widen and you become responsive, eyes shimmering, albeit still overshadowed with carefulness. Not that he couldn't appreciate your raw survival instincts being on display. -"I can protect you."- He offers, once you fidget, stepping forward and reaching for the food being given freely, practically ripping it out of his hand to shove it into your mouth in greedy gulps, undoubtedly, fearing he'd change his mind or that this was some kind of trap, keeping your focused gaze still on him. Once you swallow, you immediately take the first given opportunity to snipe at him, appearing defensive. He chuckles. -"What's it to you, though!? Who are you? Why'd you startle me like that!?"- You demand and he bows his head, ever so slightly, sprinkling in a deliberate aura of something apologetic and respectful for you to spot, making introductions. Weird place to be formal, he understood that much, but it was shocking how far some propriety could go applied at exactly the right time and under the right circumstances. But then again, the back wall of the Cobra Kai dojo, when he really thought about it, was as good of a place as a sparring mat to pay homage. -"I'm Terry Silver. The co-owner of the establishment you're roughing it out around. I own the whole lot."- He explains, softly, watching your demeanor change. Like a slab of marble, you start to take shape, even now. He extends his hand and you never even realize you've already been collected by him as you hesitate to take it.

-"And I can be your good friend."-

Terry promises, meaning every word of it.

[taoofshigeru]

Okay, tell me about that Partitio AU. I don't have specific questions. Tell me anything you want to talk about. 👀

[cracks knuckles] Okay, so.

Partitio is now a business tycoon, a steam cowboy who's known the world over. He's loaded with wealth and looking for ways to invest it to benefit people. And he's got world's most competent guy™️ Thurston on some investigations into how he can put that to work. Among other things, this leads him to an interest in canal sanitation, which is how he finds out about the mysterious amnesiac apothecary. Thurston's efforts to locate her only succeed on the day of the attempted mass poisoning at Timberain, where he helps Edmund persuade the guards to evacuate and joins Castti in the rooftop struggle versus Trousseau.

In the course of dealing with corrupt officials demanding bribes, Thurston notices many of the same issues in the judicial system writ large, and reform becomes one of Partitio's civic projects. Pulling on this thread (ala The Court of Last Resort) uncovers some key irregularities in the trial of one Osvald V. Vanstein. When attempts to overturn the conviction stall in court, Partitio takes matters into his own hands. A trip to Terry's shipyards in Toto'haha and a chance encounter with Ochette later, he sails the Grand Terry to Frigid Isle and exposes the brutality behind the system. This happens to be the same day that Osvald and Emerald are staging their escape. They get past the warden, but Partitio stops them on the docks, offering to take both with him and forge new passports for both, on the condition they work for Partitio & Roque. Of course, he praises the innovative nature of their attempt, and the careful planning. Osvald is not candid about his revenge quest, but does use his new job to gather information.

Now Partitio's party is going to help Ochette in her journey to stormhail. The Glacis situation is dealt with, but they decide to linger while Thurston and Floyd try testing some new machinery that works best in cold weather. While stuck there they encounter both Hikari and Temenos. Hikari is met in a bar, and Partitio and Osvald persuade him to not go and persuade Rai Mei alone. Meanwhile, Ochette and Castti encounter Temenos on the day of Crick's death and follow him after Ochette notices something about the cleric's smell.

Castti, Osvald, and Temenos putting their heads together afterwards makes it clear there might well be a greater force at work behind many of their problems. In this AU, Ori has become Partitio's executive secretary. Though conflicted, she still works for the moonshades. Throughout the story, sometimes important calls for help/assistance get conveniently dropped to the bottom of the pile. She gets more and more conflicted seeing Partitio do more good and get upset when he's unable to help his new friends out. Eventually someone who's not Partitio confronts her, and she cracks. Castti, Temenos, and Osvald probably would be close to catching on. But the one who clocks the mole first is actually Ochette, and she confronts Ori about the interference she's been running. Cue Orichette hours.

After the events of Stormhail, everyone needs a break and Partito takes the group down to Merry Hills for the festival. Watching Agnea and Dolcinea's competition from front-row seats, Partitio is smitten with the redhead and the entire rest of the gang prods him to go backstage and introduce himself. She also falls for his dorky cowboy personality, and decides to tag along.

At this point, Ori has been spilling the beans and the gang immediately decide to head down to Lifeseed to confront Claude, one of the chief masterminds behind the conspiracy. They get there only to find he's already been killed at the hands of Throné Anguis, an eleventh hour addition to the team.

…From there, the journey for the dawn unfolds as follows. -Arcanette sacrifices herself once she gets word Claude has died to douse the Flamechurch flame. Ochette confronts Petrichor directly before the night of the scarlet moon starts, but just barely fails to prevent the dark hunter's sacrifice. -Tanzy extinguishes the Crackridge flame, fulfilling Arcanette's last command. -The travelers, now knowing there's only one flame left keeping the seal, race to Ku to find Mugen's troops arrayed outside the tranquil grotto, waiting in a trap set by Oboro. Partitio and his army of mercenaries fight to break through, while Hikari and Ori both end up confronting Oboro at the sacred flame with the darkblood blade ready to slice his stomach. The two make one last, desperate attempt to save him from his despair.

In one branch of the timeline, the Hikari/Ori duo are able to talk him out of it and Vide's resurrection is thwarted.

In the other, Harvey is the one waiting for them at Vidania, and challenges Osvald to a duel with Elena on the line. Elena is trapped by a magical curse that will only be lifted if Harvey dies and will kill her if anyone interferes with the duel. Upon failing to defeat his archrival, Harvey spits and curses with his last breath before tossing himself into the fire pit. Then Vide is fought more or less the same way as in the main story.

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Addenda: The other travelers, ranked by how well they could fit into such an AU after the outcome of their main story:

1) Agnea - She tours all over as a diva and has plenty of time to get mixed up in local affairs like the other travelers' main paths, and she'd be happy to lend her celebrity to their causes. 2) Osvald - There's unanswered questions about why Harvey bribed the judge to spare his life, versus other forces who wanted him dead. And, like it or not, being the wielder of the one true magic makes him a target for the moonshades. It's possible one of the other travelers witnesses an attempted hit on Osvald and steps in to nurse the stranger back to health, leading to them getting mixed up. He's still a man on the run, and that would lead to a dramatic tension when he struggles to decide whether to be honest with another traveler he decided to help. [It's just Urasawa Naoki's Monster. [It's just The Fugitive, created by Roy Huggins.]] 3) Temenos - [Unsolved Mysteries theme intensifies] 4) Castti - There are questions remaining about the man who corrupted Trousseau, but I think she'd be more interested in rebuilding Healeaks than continuing to travel. 5) Ochette - The new guardian of the village, she has responsibilities that keep her there unless some new ill omen forced her to leave again. 6) Hikari - He is now a head of state, confined to a localized region in the outskirts of the map. 7) Throné - She wants to leave the continent, and there's no real attachments left to stop her from doing so immediately. More likely she winds up finding her way to Orsterra and mixed up with the crows. (Throné x Primrose AU: She's tired of murders, she can't get enough. They become queerplatonic travel buddies.)

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Rise of The New Order Ch. 7 (by @avaveevo)

3 months later

Korvo is ready for the New Order again as he grins. Korvo looks at a photo of him and Terry on their wedding day

Korvo: *sighs happily*

Korvo hugs the picture

Korvo: Time to go to work!

Later, Korvo is walking with Tortus

Tortus: My Korvotron, you’ve been working really hard ever since you joined the New Order. We are really impressed by your status.

Korvo: Thank you, sir. Now…about the Execution…

Tortus: If you plan to talk me out of it, it won’t work, Korvotron.

Korvo: Uh-

Tortus: Oh by the way, it’s time for another meeting with the New Order. Come.

Korvo: Uh yes sir.

Meanwhile, Terry and Teraformus are looking at Aundrayus’ records

Terry: Wow dad. Look at them.

Teraformus: Now you know why he’s dangerous.

Terry: Yeah. I do. Thank you for keeping me safe by the way.

Teraformus: Anything for my son…

Terry: Yeah. So when I was baby, how did you knew that someday, Tortus would come after me if I hadn’t obey him.

Teraformus sighs

Terraformus: Because one day, Tortus said he would come after our precious thing… you.

Terry gasps. A flashback plays as baby Terry continues crying when Tortus snarls at him and his parents after the execution.

Flashback Jessica: We won’t let you take him!

Tortus: Oh yes I will…

Tortus smirks

Tortus: When he becomes an adult one day…

Jessica holds baby Terry close

Tortus: If he dares to disobey me like you two did…

Terraformus growls in papa wolf fury while Tortus laughs and leave.

Baby Terry: *wailing*

Terraformus: There there Terald. It’ll be okay. Tortus will never harm you.

The flashback ends as Teraformus sheds a tear

Teraformus: I was so afraid of losing you. So scared of losing mine and Jessica’s pride and joy. But I was wrong. You have grown up be a brave young man with a husband their to protect you.

Terry smiles

Terry: Dad… you don’t have to worry about losing me ever again…

Terry and Terraformus hug. Back with Korvo

Korvo: *to himself* Okay Korvo. You can do this.

Korvo goes up to Tortus

Korvo: Hello Tortus. I am ready to start the day.

Tortus: I’m glad you’re here. I’m here to talk to you about our heathen situation.

Korvo: Heathen?

Tortus: Come.

Korvo nods nervously as he approaches Tortus.

Korvo: Uh sir, what is it about those heathens?

Tortus and Korvo enters the room where Tortus shuts the door.

Tortus then summons info about heathens

Tortus: Do you ever wonder why Shlorp has always been in years by my father?

Korvo: Aundryus?

Tortus: Hmmm…how do you know his name?

Korvo: Oh. I heard a lot about him.

Tortus smirks

Tortus: Good. Because here is something you should know about him.

Korvo: What do you mean?

Tortus presses a button that shows Teraformus and Jessica as Korvo gasps

Tortus: A long time ago our economy was struggling when some Shlorpians refuse to take orders. My father wanted to rule while that worthless woman Jessica wanted to do nothing with it.

A flashback plays of Aundrayus and Jessica arguing

Past Jessica: Please Aundrayus, this economy is flaking apart by this so called execution!

Past Aundrayus: I don’t care. Shlorp needs this perfect stalemate! It’s the only way it can one day become a perfect Utopia!

Past Jessica slaps Past Aundrayus in the face

Past Jessica: Fuck you! I will never do it!

Past Jessica runs off

Past Aundrayus: *growls*

Cue this song:

[AUNDRAYUS]

That deal is done! You really thought she could’ve just stayed gone! Well not for long, now the heathens have won You best get up cause there’s a brand new dawn Go and stop your spawn Is that an order I run the ship now so let me be clear They took down my orders that’s no joke This situation I severe

You have to tear your subjects down

Get them back in line

weaken all their hope

So they will take it as a sign

That there’s nothing they can do

They will never be divine

It has to be now we’re out of time

while she lounge

and live my dream

she’s trying so hard to redeem

all those heathens who

Already blew their shot

so if I want this paradise

then you must go to Shlorp and pay the price

back down there

oh no I’d rather not

this place is her end of the deal

your proposition has no appeal

Her proposition has no appeal

How dare she try and threaten me

cause she fell in love

and she chose to flee

I’ll just keep doing as I please

and who is she to disagree

Now move you bitch

you’re blocking my way

What?!

You mustn’t know me very well

you speaking to the future ruler of Shlorp

I could bring you down

Hav you begging on your knees

I couldn’t care less what you lead

My power simply far exceeds

you authority and that’s guarantee

Oh I’m sorry Jessica

But we’ve never needed you till now

So with all do respect

Get up and do somethi-

What was that?

Mmhhh that’s what I thought

I always win

I’m gonna make her wish she died with him

For her sins

Cause when I’m done

She’ll barley recognize what she’s become

oh this will be fun…

The song ends as Past Aundryus snarks

The flashback ends as Korvo looks horrified

Korvo: Oh… my… God…

Tortus: A tragedy isn't it?

Korvo: Yes yes.

Tortus: Ever since that day, I vow to restore Shlorp to it’s original glory just the way my father vision even if it means, taken down Shlorpians who refused!

Korvo becomes horrified and enraged by this revelation silently. Korvo's fist clenches:

Tortus: Now let’s head to the New Order. We got work to do.

Korvo: Yes sir…

Korvo and Tortus heads inside the New Order where the others are waiting for them.

Bee: We have troubling news, sir.

Tortus: What is it?!

Bee: It appears that more heathens are about to arrive soon enough.

Tortus slams his fist on the table

Tortus: GOD DAMN IT! HAS THE EXECUTION BEEN SCHEDULED?!

Xinna: Yes, sir.

Tortus: Good… I am counting on it… *clenches his fist*

Korvo began to grow nervous as he looks at Kim-La sadly.

Korvo: Kim-La, can we please talk later?

Kim-La: Of course.

[theesirenteller]

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔄𝔱 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢. Rafe Cameron.

Werewolf!Rafe Cameron ❥ Mate!OC Gracie Grant.

"Dear god, he's so hot it hurts.", Gracie let out a sigh along with the makeup artist and other female crew members on set. The women stood huddled up together off to the side of the loft apartment watching as Rafe Cameron posed for the camera. The Outerbanks trust-fund baby had blazed into the modeling industry overnight. Mainly swimsuit and underwear modeling. His fanbase had grown overnight once he had been interviewed at a Calvin Klein photoshoot. His arrogant and snarky attitude gained him fans versus being disliked by the media. Gracie didn't care much for social media but working in an industry where the majority of the staff couldn't get off it or stop talking about trending topics kept her in the loop. 

Like the endless parties that he either attended or threw himself every weekend. Friday through Saturday he'd be party-hopping from dusk till dawn, literally. And the scandalous but delicious tea-spills of his sex life reddit threads from both famous and regular women. Gracie had overheard runway model Tanya Sweeney bragging over the phone to a friend that Rafe had one of the thickest dicks she'd ever sat on. Gracie nearly burnt the model's face with a curling iron when she heard that. She'd been flabbergasted by the news and curious. The sex stories just kept piling in over the last few months by various models that Gracie worked with.  The hairstylist couldn't help but daydream about him. She nearly made an instagram account just to follow his activities on his stories. Her eyes nearly crossed as she watched the way he flexed his biceps and grasped at his groin in the gritty "Wild Wrangler' photoshoot for FireStarter Magazine. 

"Gracie! We need you in hair and makeup now, not later!" Yelled one of the staff members, causing the hairstylist to snap out of her daydreams. Quickly adjusting her glasses, the hairstylist scurried from one side of the room to the bathroom.

"I want his hair to have a very wet look. Like he just got done having the filthiest sex of his life." The photoshoot coordinator hissed as Gracie passed her. 

"Got it." She said timidly whilst scurrying off to the bathroom.

The bathroom luckily was spacious enough for a high wood stool to be a few feet away from the large mirror and porcelain sink. She felt so hot that she used the few moments she had to herself to turn on the cold water from the faucet and begin to splash her face and neck. The coolness against the heat of her skin felt like pins and needles. Ruckus and laughter suddenly crowded in front of her door as Gracie padded her face dry with a towel. The heavy scent of musk-similar to a bear swept through her nostrils. Deeply earthy like fresh rain sinking into forest dirt. It made her heartbeat speed up and her stomach start to turn. Nausea bubbled in the back of her throat. Her fingers gripped at the terry cloth material of the towel as she choked down the sudden feeling. When she opened her eyes she was met with Rafe's blue eyes. 

There he stood. Standing in the once spacious space that now felt as small as a closet. Rafe was attractive. That was a given. But this…this felt different. Familiar yet eerie. He stared her down in a way that made her feel like prey. The eerie part was that he made her feel this sense of comfortability and warmth. Like seeing a lover again after a long day of work. The pair drank each other in lust and quenched their yearning thirst…almost.  Rafe cracked a smile at her as he swaggered his way over to her and it felt like the sun had kissed her skin. 

"You usually stare this much when on set?" His coy question caused her cheeks to heat up.  Rafe took a seat upon the stool and flexed his triceps as he sat hunched over. His hands rested against his meaty, muscular, toned thighs. Gracie narrowed her eyes in on his nails.  They were a porclien-white color with hues of brown or more like black at the roots of the nail bed. The shape reminded her of claws. Stiletto-like but shaper and thicker in density.

Gracie cleared her throat and quickly grasped her paddle brush and hairspray. "No, sorry about that.", she apologized.

"It's cool." Rafe grinned, "You're pretty hot for a hairstylist."

"Are hairstylists not supposed to be hot?" She challenged him.

"They usually aren't" His robust laughter made her smile as she worked the wet and jelly products into his hair. Gracie was far too bashful to carry on conversing with him. Instead she worked on achieving the instructed hairstyle. With each movement she made, Rafe's eyes followed her as he watched her from the mirror. It caused sweat beads to form underneath the folds of her breasts. Rafe's animalistic scent grew stronger as she moved closer to him. His chest rose and fell heavily as time went on.

"So…um…what type of dog do you have?" Gracie asked to break the tense silence.

"What?" Rafe questioned as his thick eyebrows knitted together. His eyebrows rose as if realization overcame him, "A Kangal." 

"Really?" A look of amazement swept across Gracie's face. "Those dogs are huge. Bigger than most humans. They remind me of wolves. Not like the regular desert wolves but werewolves." She rambled.

 "Oh yea? You got a thing for werewolves babe?" His arms crossed over one another as he turned his head to look at her. A sinister smirk swept over his lips as he slouched back a bit with his hands gripping the back edge of the wooden stool.

A crimson-red almost aged blood color tinted her cheeks as smiled and shyly nodded her head, "Yeah I do actually. I don't know, I just…" she bites at the side of her lip, " I'm envious of their wildness. Their freedom. Also, the lure of being a child of the moon and having a mate. Someone that'll love you unconditionally and never leave your side is really beautiful." The more she spoke, the closer he had gotten to her. A daydream look swept over her face. 

The moment that Gracie had broken out of her day-dreamer state due to the photoshoot coordinator yelling for Rafe was when Gracie realized how close the two were. The tip of Rafe's nose was less than an inch away from her nose. His eyes held this golden hue to them that she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she was imagining things but she swore she could hear this low-almost barely audible- growl humming from behind his closed lips.  

She couldn't look away. He had pulled her in and held her close. Just with his eyes. And then it happened. He kissed her. Ravished her mouth suddenly with his own. His lips were warm and soft as he pressed them deeply against hers. His tongue overlapped her own as she melted into their sudden lip-lock. Gracie whimpered against his mouth as she eagerly kissed him. Feverishly, their lips overlapped and their tongues entangled. A sharp jab struck Gracie's bottom lip causing her to squeal as she began to pull back. But she was only pulled back by his hand grasping onto the back of her head. His grip was stiff and firm to the point where she couldn't move an inch without a pange of pain shooting down her neck. His teeth sank deeper into lower lip as a feral growl escaped his lips. Tears started to form in Gracie's eyes as blood began to spill from her broken skin.

Her whimpers of pain soon turned into low muffled moans of pleasure as Rafe sucked the blood from her lip. Her clit began to throb against her pale pink panties causing Gracie to squeeze her thighs together.

"Rafe! Get out here now!" yelled his agent. 

A displeased snarl left his lips before he broke their lip lock. When Gracie opened her teary eyes, they widened. Rafe's eyes were no longer blue but a bright nearly fluorescent topaz yellow. She stood there frozen in place as she watched the color dim down and change back to his normal blue that she once saw. He only smirked at her as he licked her blood off of his lips.

"I'll catch you later babe." He proceeded to hop off of the stool and make his way out of the bathroom. 

Gracie only blinked before letting out a shaky breath. She then turned around to face the mirror and edged closer. Her lower lip started to swell and turn a deep shade of purple. "Fuck." she whispered to herself.

For the remainder of the shoot Gracie stayed in the bathroom. She couldn't shake what had happened and couldn't get his smell off of her. He was embedded in her skin. He overtook her mind and body to the point that she felt ditzy. To keep herself occupied, the hair stylist packed her equipment and tidied up the bathroom.

"Gracie?" A male voice called out from behind her.

"Yes." she answered as she turned around. She was face to face with a tall blonde haired guy. He had a standard frat boy look to him. Ralph Lauren khaki pants and a blue button down shirt.

"Sup, I'm Topper. Rafe wanted me to give you this." he passed her a piece of paper. "Don't be late." he said before leaving.

Gracie tilted her head to the side as a look of confusion swept across her face. She then looked down at the paper which read :

Building Number : 93286

Street Name : Rosenbaum Ville

Street Address: 636 Parisian Port Apt. 127

Gracie looked apprehensive and wondered if she should go or not as she fiddled with the paper in her hands.

[livingasaghost]

okay @permanentreverie did this in honor of book lovers day (aug 9) so here i am being obnoxious and sorting my favorite books based on genres bc i'm procrastinating editing

put it under read more because i'm annoying and this is longer than i thought it'd be ahjflksd

classics:

les miserables by victor hugo

1984 by george orwell

a midsummer night's dream by william shakespeare

hamlet by william shakespeare

the crucible by arthur miller

the great gatsby by f scott fitzgerald

contemporary romances:

red white and royal blue by casey mcquiston

with you forever by chloe liese

everything for you by chloe liese

beach read by emily henry

happy place by emily henry

a very merry bromance by lyssa kay adams

crazy stupid bromance by lyssa kay adams

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood

not in love by ali hazelwood

let's talk about love by claire kann

roomies by christina lauren

the hating game by sally thorne

fantasy:

tower of dawn by sarah j maas

kingdom of ash by sarah j maas

a court of mist and fury by sarah j maas

a court of silver flames by sarah j maas

the starless sea by erin morgenstern

a storm of swords by george r.r. martin

a feast for crows by george r.r. martin

wizard's first rule by terry goodkind

temple of the winds by terry goodkind

prince's gambit by c.s. pacat

kings rising by c.s. pacat

a discovery of witches by deborah harkness

jade legacy by fonda lee

the dragon republic by r.f. kuang

babel by r.f. kuang

every heart a doorway by seanan mcguire

the magician's nephew by c.s. lewis

priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

strange the dreamer by laini taylor

sci-fi:

the host by stephenie meyer

nona the ninth by tamsyn muir

graphic novels / comics:

monstress by marjorie liu & sana takeda

check please by ngozi ukazu

the boy the mole the fox and the horse by charlie mackesy

heartstopper by alice oseman

lore olympus by rachel smythe

fence by c.s. pacat & johanna the mad

heart of gold by eliot baum & viv tanner

the prince & the dressmaker by jen wang

historical fiction:

cloud cuckoo land by anthony doerr

the book thief by markus zusak

literary fiction:

evenings & weekends by oisín mckenna

henry henry by allen bratton

a little life by hanya yanagihara

piranesi by suzanna clarke

malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid

if we were villains by m.l. rio

the invisible life of addie larue by v.e. schwab

real life by brandon taylor

s by doug dorst

horror:

house of leaves by mark z danielewski

imaginary friend by stephen chbosky

night film by marisha pessl

don't let the forest in by c.g. drews

middle grade:

magyk by angie sage

a kind of spark by elle mcnicoll

sir callie and the champions of helston by esme symes-smith

holes by louis sachar

the mighty heart of sunny st james by ashley herring blake

new adult:

loveless by alice oseman

obsidian by jennifer l armentrout

masters of death by olivie blake

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

angelfall by susan ee

the sunshine court by nora sakavic

the king's men by nora sakavic

vicious by v.e. schwab

queenie by candice carty-williams

hell bent by leigh bardugo

nonfiction:

into the wild by john krakauer

it was vulgar and it was beautiful by jack lowery

the last lecture by randy pausch

what i want to talk about by pete wharmby

furiously happy by jenny lawson

ace by angela chen

blood sweat and chrome by kyle buchanan

refusing compulsory sexuality by sherronda j brown

the great divorce by c.s. lewis

the cancer journals by audre lorde

the dark interval by rilke

inverse cowgirl by alicia roth weigel

translated works:

the memory police by yōko ogawa

vita nostra by marina dyachenko

the strange library by haruki murakami

young adult:

the mask falling by samantha shannon

check & mate by ali hazelwood

i was born for this by alice oseman

the hunger games by suzanne collins

just listen by sarah dessen

ignite me by tahereh mafi

the unexpected everything by morgan matson

save the date by morgan matson

tash hearts tolstoy by kathryn ormsbee

neverworld wake by marisha pessl

the spirit bares its teeth by andrew joseph white

compound fracture by andrew joseph white

the wicked king by holly black

short story collections:

the tangleroot palace by marjorie liu

what is not your is not yours by helen oyeyemi

the late americans by brandon taylor

filthy animals by brandon taylor

seven empty houses by samanta schweblin

[quoththemaven]

2023 Favoritest Book Reads

Vineland - Pynchon, Thomas

Prophet - Blaché, Sin & Helen Macdonald

And the Ass Saw the Angel - Cave, Nick

Lou Reed: The King of New York - Hermes, Will 

The Color of Magic (Discworld, #1; Rincewind, #1) - Pratchett, Terry

Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative - Kleon, Austin 

Sonic Life: A Memoir - Moore, Thurston

The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth, #1) - Jemisin, N.K. 

Fuzz: When Nature Breaks the Law - Roach, Mary

Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too - Sun, Jonny

The Night Masquerade (Binti, #3) - Okorafor, Nnedi 

Home (Binti, #2) - Okorafor, Nnedi 

Binti: Sacred Fire (Binti, #1.5) - Okorafor, Nnedi 

Binti (Binti, #1) - Okorafor, Nnedi 

Black Paradox - Ito, Junji

David Bowie's Low (33 1/3) - Wilcken, Hugo

Faith, Hope and Carnage - Cave, Nick

The Sirens of Titan - Vonnegut Jr., Kurt

Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth - Aslan, Reza

Smashed - Ito, Junji

Time Shelter - Gospodinov, Georgi

Brian Eno's Another Green World (33 1/3) - Dayal, Geeta

Armageddon in Retrospect - Vonnegut Jr., Kurt

Neverwhere (London Below, #1) - Gaiman, Neil 

The Committed (The Sympathizer #2) - Nguyen, Viet Thanh 

Into the Great Wide Open - Canty, Kevin 

Mongrels - Jones, Stephen Graham 

DisneyWar - Stewart, James B.

Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex - Roach, Mary

The Left Hand of Darkness - Le Guin, Ursula K.

My Bloody Valentine's Loveless (33 1/3) - McGonigal, Mike 

Suttree - McCarthy, Cormac

Life's Work: A Memoir - Milch, David

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - Schwab, V.E.

Against the Day - Pynchon, Thomas

Burn It Down: Power, Complicity, and a Call for Change in Hollywood - Ryan, Maureen 

Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA (33 1/3) - Himes, Geoffrey

La Moustache - Carrère, Emmanuel

Janelle Monáe’s The ArchAndroid (33 1/3) - Favreau, Alyssa 

Sooner or Later Everything Falls Into the Sea - Pinsker, Sarah 

The Man Without a Shadow - Oates, Joyce Carol

The City & the City - Miéville, China 

Mem - Morrow, Bethany C. 

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind - Harari, Yuval Noah

Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs (33 1/3) - Eidelstein, Eric

Gutshot - Gray, Amelia 

The Price of Time (Watch What You Wish For #1) - Tigner, Tim 

The Revolution Was Televised: The Cops, Crooks, Slingers and Slayers Who Changed TV Drama Forever - Sepinwall, Alan 

Just Kids - Smith, Patti 

Sounds Like Titanic: A Memoir - Hindman, Jessica Chiccehitto 

Flicker - Roszak, Theodore

Tinderbox: HBO's Ruthless Pursuit of New Frontiers - Miller, James Andrew 

Flashback - Simmons, Dan

Flaming Lips' Zaireeka (33 1/3) - Richardson, Mark 

The Sympathizer (The Sympathizer #1) - Nguyen, Viet Thanh 

Pavement's Wowee Zowee (33 1/3) - Charles, Bryan

Neuromancer (Sprawl, #1) - Gibson, William

Invisible Cities - Calvino, Italo

Don't Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy, #2) - Jones, Stephen Graham 

The Wes Anderson Collection - Seitz, Matt Zoller

Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said - Dick, Philip K.

Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp a Butterfly (33 1/3) - Maner, Sequoia

The Nineties - Klosterman, Chuck

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow - Zevin, Gabrielle 

Wanderlust: An Eccentric Explorer, an Epic Journey, a Lost Age - Mitenbuler, Reid

A Heart That Works - Delaney, Rob 

Imago (Xenogenesis, #3) - Butler, Octavia E.

Cryptonomicon (Crypto, #1) - Stephenson, Neal 

Blacktop Wasteland - Cosby, S.A. 

Pearl Jam's Vs. (33 1/3) - Brownlee, Clint

Tracy Flick Can't Win - Perrotta, Tom

Devil House - Darnielle, John 

Adulthood Rites (Xenogenesis, #2) - Butler, Octavia E.

Heat 2 - Mann, Michael & Meg Gardiner

Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures (33 1/3) - Ott, Chris

Dawn (Xenogenesis, #1) - Butler, Octavia E.

The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer - Stephenson, Neal 

The Republic of Thieves (Gentleman Bastard, #3) - Lynch, Scott 

The Year of the Flood (MaddAddam, #2) - Atwood, Margaret 

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

I just KNOW that Old man Bruce is sitting there eating popcorn with a shit eating smirk on his face as he THOROUGHLY enjoys watching this cocky teenage punk get taken down several pegs. When Terry thought it was "sweet" and agreed to "humor" Old Lady Octavia, he was sorely wrong and after the 30 minute "basic" warmup, he was just plain sore.

Old lady Octavia: *stops after 15 minutes of "light" sparring* Alright, so, it seems I need to go easier on you. This was just the basic warmup for Robin, not Batman's and certainly not my normal warmup. There is some work to be done. But don't worry Terry, I'll have you in peak form by New Years Day! *smiles sweetly*

Terry: Collapsed on the floor about to die... Bruce!

Old man Bruce: Ha! I'm not getting involved. Do you know how long I have waited to not have to follow the workouts she's planned to keep me in shape? How else do you think i was Batman for so many years, it was the strict nutritional and fitness regime she not only assigned, but made absolute sure you stick to them. It's YOUR turn now, Terry, so good luck.

Terry: *groans in pain*

Old lady Octavia: Both of you are babies! Now, get up, Terry. We have a whole lot of work and very little time to achieve it with your current state. *begins verbally laying out an insanely intense nutritional plan and challenging workout routine starting at dawn the next day* I'm calling your mother to let her know that you will be staying her for the next few months except for holidays. As I said we have a lot to do.

Terry: *being dragged away* Help Me!

Bruce: Just waves and smirks at him.

When I read "Both of you are babies!" I heard the Heavy from TF2 in my head, which seems very fitting

[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption - Part Twenty-Two

Hi everyone. This is Deamon-mun or Dani-mun. This is part 22 of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence.

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Part Twenty-One ( NSFW Warning )

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---- Warning ----

Friends with Benefits

NSFW

Slow-paced.

---- Drabble Summary ----

After the night events, a new day has arrived. Oblivion seeks her friend, Sai for advice. Itadori requests a favor for Jinx and things are starting to calm down.

-----

----- Oblivion's office -----

"So that's what Ophelia told me..." Oblivion said. Silence fills the other line before a sigh, "I see. Then it's a good thing you came to me." Said Sai.

"Yes, I wonder if there are any records of people she helped and or a case where she was used or rather...forced to do a criminal's bidding."

"Yes. Because of her being drugged, I suppose what triggers her outbursts is needles and drugs which leads to her area being quartine so nobody will get in or out. Right now, Yuuka is being monitored but that's all." Oblivion said.

"Based on that statement alone, she must have been a vigilante then." Said Sai. "People whose quirks that are labeled dangerous or worse villainous by the public would be forced to take quirk theory or such. Even so, quirk theory sometimes doesn't work out and it will foster disdain. In Yuuka's case, despite all that, she wanted to be a hero until she was betrayed by the people. Because of that, Yuuka changed to the worst as she is forced to be there because of not only quirk but for own her protection."

"How is that even protection, Shdwkyz???" Oblivion growls.

"Just an observation of dealing with people who know what they're doing..." Shdwkyz sighs, "I bet the authorities or rather maybe the DA is the one who decided to put her away from the public or such because of her quirk. Not to mention, maybe someone doesn't want to get out and keep her quirk under control."

"Hmmmm....who would that be?" Oblivion asked.

----

"That is something I'm going to investigate on my end," Sai said, thinking that maybe asking Terry about it might help out. Knowing him, he must have information involved Yuuka. "That said...you need to monitor the situation and don't try to do anything reckless. Also knowing Ophelia, she must be trying to find a way for an alternative. She might ask some help." He said.

"Got it. Thanks Shdwkyz." Said Oblivion.

----- T Prison - Ink's room ----

Ink yawns as she gets out of bed. She rubs her eyes and yawns. New day, new morning. Ink does her usual morning routine. Shower, get dressed, makes her bed, and has a quick breakfast of coffee with milk and sugar and a plain sesame bagel. She is alone in the room as she chews.

If she had to guess, Kali must have been patrolling till she got tired and Jinx must have been monitoring Itadori Yuji last night after that huge brawl at the cafeteria. "Man...she must be tired after that last night." Said Ink. "I need twenty more minutes to sleep after breakfast." She said before nomming on a bagel.

---- Itadori's Soldiary Cell ----

Morning came but nobody knew it was morning since there is one window that showed that it was still dark out but the sky was azure meaning dawn was coming.

Jinx passed out after rounds and rounds of sex between her and Yuji Itadori. She was worn out, she fell asleep when morning came. Her reddish brown bangs cover her eyes as she sleeps.

Soon, she wakes up with a small gasp as she now wakes up and looks around the ceiling. Wait...where's Yuji?

A soft snore is heard behind her. She blinked as she felt strong arms around her waist and his soft warm lips against her neck. She gulps a little. She looks to him over his shoulder. She sees Itadori is asleep. Seeing his peaceful expression even with a bit of drool, it was completely different from last night.

Jinx covers her face with her hands, now blushing red. The way he dominated her was something she never experienced before. It was...it was freaking amazing. Not only that, she never experienced something this good. It's way better than...f-fighting! I-It's like...she wasn't sure if she could forget it. Like ever!

With that in mind, she now wonders. Now what? Would anything change since they did it?!

"....." She wonders what time is it? Ugh...there is no clock inside so she looks towards the window. It's dark blue so it means dawn is coming. She needs to find her clothes, get dressed, maybe make it in time for a shower, and get dressed again. As she went to move away, she was pulled towards close.

"Huh?"

A yawn is heard making her stop. She felt the nose pressed against her neck. "Mornin..." Itadori utters as he goes to nibble on her neck, making her yelp. "M-morning! I-I have to go!" She said.

"Already?" Itadori asked.

"Y-yes! I have to get ready and-"

"How about five minutes?" He said, keeping her close to his chest. Jinx warns, "Itadori..."

"I know, I know that you have a job to do." Yuji caresses her head with a smile. "Besides...you might have trouble walking."

Jinx yells, "That's because you didn't stop! You went crazy!" Jinx whined. Itadori laughs, "Sorry, sorry!" He gives her an apologetic look, " I can't help it you know! You were really warm inside-"

Jinx smacks his chest, "Don't say it like that!" Her face is blushing red. Itadori keeps on laughing, "Sorry, sorry. You know...it was amazing last night." He said, putting an arm up and rests his cheek on his hand. "...." Jinx looks down. "Does that mean...."

"Hm?" Itadori tilted his head at her. Jinx covers her face, "Does that mean...we're going to do it again?" That got a chuckle out of him before going to pet her head once more. "If you want to, I don't mind doing it again. It's really fun doing it with you."

Jinx blushes.

"Also. I have a favor if that's alright." He said.

"A favor?" Jinx asked. Itadori nods, "Yes. I was wondering if I could get a bigger cell for me and my two other friends. After what happened at lunch, I think that guy wants some payback and I don't want my friends to get caught up in it."

Jinx blinks, taking in his words and processing them. Such a request makes sense so why not? "Okay...."

"If you do that, we can go again!"

"Eh?!" Jinx became flustered, hearing that. "W-wait...really?"

"Yes really." Itadori tugs a strand of hair behind her. Jinx doesn't know what to say, "O-okay then! I will put in a request." She just needs to tell Warden Kinie Ger when she gets back. Itadori smiles, "Great! Now let me help you get redressed."Said Itadori as he helped her get dressed. Jinx blushed when Itadori helps out.

After that, Jinx wishes there's a mirror but Itadori helps her out with that by telling her that she looks good.

"Thanks." Jinx said, blushing looking back and forth as she twirled her hair. Itadori smiles, "No problem. Anyway...is my time over in solitary confinement, Officer Violet?"

"Hm?" Jinx blinks before sighing, "Yes. Let me lead you back to the cell." And so, Jinx escorts him back to the cell.

----- Officers' Office -----

"Morning Kali!" Ink smiles as Kali comes in with a grumble. "Morning."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kali said. Thinking back to her conversation with Rex. She never thought that he was doing this for his baby sister and the fact that SUkuna helped her to feel much better. Still, what does Sukuna want in return? After all, it seems like Sukuna won't do this for free unless Rex already done enough and Sukuna rewards him. Maybe...there's a reason that Sukuna wants Rex, his fraction and his baby sister released. Now the question is Ashley made a pack with another demon. Another warden. Rex haven't said who the warden is.

Kali thinks about Rex but growls.

"Hm?" Ink blinked.

"Like I said...it's nothing. Just looking over the prisoners. Anyway...where's Jinx?" Kali asked. Ink blinks, "Probably looking after Itadori and maybe his gang." She answers. "She might be back."

---- Yuji's Cell ----

Dawn is slowly coming.

Itadori finally came back to his cell, he yawned upon entering not before thanking Jinx for the escort back. He sees Megumi and Kisho sleeping on the bed in each other's arms under the blankets. The smell here tells Yuji of their last night's activities. He can't help but smile a bit as he goes to caress their heads. Megumi's spiky hair and playing a bit with Kisho's huge red strand of hair, tugging it back behind his brown bangs. Megumi has Kisho in his arms with him resting his chin on his head while Kisho is sleeping close to his chest. Their soft snores sound peaceful and cute. It's like seeing a wolf curled around a red bird, making sure the bird is protected and secured. So adorable.

Thinking back to what Jinx said about what she knew from the incident in the cafeteria. Maybe he should reward these two.

But first...maybe some more sleep before the day starts.

----- Officers' Office -----

"Hi guys!" Jinx yawns, coming back. She rubs her back. Man, she never thought doing it with him could make her feel like this. She couldn't imagine if she was a human.

"Hi Jinx! How did your night?"

"M-my night?" Jinx blinked. Kali nods, "Yeah? Itadori didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"No. He was good last night. I find out that he snapped because one of the prisoners messed with him and threatened his friends." And her. But Jinx won't say that. Jinx smiles. "But he did put in a request that he wants a bigger cell for him and his friends."

"Huh?" Kali frowns.

"He's worried that the prisoner he injured will want payback and he doesn't want his friends to get hurt," Jinx explained. Ink nods. "That makes sense. If you tell, Warden Ger. She will agree. I mean my guys have bigger cells."

"That's because..Warden Ger doesn't have a choice." Kali sighs but agrees with Jinx on this. "Alright...once Warden Ger gets back, just tell her."

"Right." Jinx nods. She will do that.

---- Itadori's Cell ----

Itadori catches up with some sleep. He wakes up, feeling that he has enough sleep and so he goes to check the time on his phone. An hour before morning roll call and breakfast. He goes to check his smartphone and sees if there are any messages from his older brother under the covers. Then he hears soft groaning and moaning. Hm?

He peeks out from the covers and it seems like Megumi and Kisho are awake. Megumi is on top of Kisho, slowly grinding his hips into him while Kisho is moaning softly. Looks like they're still hungry for each other after last night so no doubt, they're doing morning sex. It's one way to start the day.

"Ah...ha....Megumi...mmfmmm" Kisho moans as his hands are pinned down by Megumi's. Megumi grunts as he keeps moving his hips inside of him. Kisho arches his back slowly as Megumi hits the right spots within his sensitive hole. Megumi pants as he can feel Kisho tightening up again.

"Kisho..." Megumi leans against him, letting go of his hands. Kisho wraps his arm around his shoulder and clutches his back as he lets out more small moans. "M-megumi..." Kisho moans. Megumi growls as he gets close. Kisho is now wrapping one of his legs over Megumi, pulling him close while he claws his back, uttering his name into his ear.

His dark red and brown bangs cover his eyes so Megumi pulls away a little because he wants to see him. He pushes the bangs away to see his eyes. His reddish-brown eyes. They glow pinkish when he is aroused like this. Kisho opens his eyes, revealing those hues. He looks into Megumi's emerald eyes as he pants.

"Ha...h..nugh."

"Ha..ah...Mmmfmm...mmegumi." Kisho panted. His dazed and blissful expression entices the shadow sorcerer to kiss him deeply before he starts to snap his hips into him deeply, making the flame sorcerer moan into his mouth. The two fight for dominance, but Megumi won that battle, making Kisho moan further.

Jeez....Itadori thought, watching this. That's pretty hot. He always knew Megumi is pretty hungry for Kisho whenever he was in the mood plus Kisho couldn't help but be like this when it came to his moans and faces. Despite being a goofball, Kisho always has his moments. Whether in a battle or in bed. Kisho has a way of making Megumi go crazy for him.

"Kisho...I'm coming." Megumi tells him making Kisho's breath hitch as Megumi goes to move faster now.

"M-me too!" Kisho said as he shut his eyes tight. Megumi growls as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Kisho bites down on the bed sheets, trying to muffle the moans so he won't wake anyone up. Kisho's hole begins to clench around Megumi as they're both getting close.

"MMMFFMM! M-megumi! Ffffushiguro-sama!" Kisho cried out before he came again on both of their chests. Then Kisho let out a low moan when Megumi thrusts into him deeper, filling him up with his warm load.

"F-fuck..." Megumi said as he was sweating now as he went to bite on Kisho's neck. The other moans softly before he kisses Megumi on the lips. "M-morning..." He said.

"Ha...morning." Megumi chuckles as he is now lying on his side. Kisho hums a little as he closes his eyes.

"Well...looks like you two are up and had a good morning workout."

A voice startles the two making them turn their heads to see Itadori chuckling and grinning. Kisho's eyes lit up despite being a little tired from the sex, "Yuji. You came back!" He smiles.

"When did you come back and...." Megumi scowls a little, "How long have you been watching?" He asked, a little embarrassed.

"Long enough to hear the sweet sounds. I just woke up after you got started. Seems like you did it without me."Yuji waves his hand at them.

"There's nothing to do last night and I had to discipline Kisho a bit." Said Megumi ruffling Kisho's head. "So we make use of the time here while you're away," Megumi explains while Kisho closes his eyes, nuzzling against the gentle touches.

"So what happened?" Megumi asked.

"Jinx told me why I beat up those guys." He said. "She understood. Plus I ask her to get us a bigger cell."

"Wait...really?" Kisho asked. Itadori nods, "She said yes and she can see what she can do. Anyway...did you hear from those guys who messed with us?"

"That guy you pulled some teeth and tongue is still in the infirmary, but he would be out soon since he's a demon. The others are staying in their cells. Still punished." Megumi tells them. "So far... nothing is happening. The Six Claws are not doing anything either." He said.

"Got it, got it. I asked Jinx for that because those guys can be a pain. I mean...Hayato isn't that bad but some demons think humans are weaker and want to mess with me. Still...big brother always say that you gotta be one step ahead so that's why I asked."

"That makes sense," Megumi said, still petting Kisho's head.

"Anyway...let's get ready for roll call." Said Itadori.

----- Officer's office -----

"Mornin." Warden Ger comes back as she is in her casual clothes. "Am I assured that everything is in order while I was away?"

"Yes, Warden." Said the three officers.

"Good. That's good to hear." Warden Ger will visit Sukuna's again prior to their agreement. She didn't mind it at all. Maybe she will learn something about him.

"Um...Warden Ger. I would like to put in a request. Itadori wants a bigger cell for him and his friends. He has concerns about the prisoner he harmed. He is worried that the prisoner might retaliate against him and his friends. He doesn't want his friends to be harmed." She said.

Warden Ger thinks before nodding, "Request approved. I will move Itadori and his friends to a bigger holding cell area that is mostly emptied. Since it's big. You can easily watch over Itadori and his friends. It makes sense since his stay is temporary."

"Thank you, Warden." Jinx said with a smile.

"How about you two?"

"I was thinking of getting Denji into classes so he can complete his GED plus I want to give a chance to the other guys as well." Said Ink. Warden Ger hums, "Give it a shot. Officer Vin-Shia?"

"No. Nothing." Kali stated.

"Alright...let's do morning roll call. You're dismissed." Said Warden Ger.

And so today is new day at T Prison.

To be continued....

[beasiannow]

Having spent a day in Huston, Texas unsuccessfully job hunting and not having much else to do, local woman Chloe Russel went into a small nightclub she had never seen before called The All Points East.

Featuring unimpressive food and an okay but nondescript house band Chloe was about to leave when the apparent star of the club came on stage, a stage magician calling herself Terri the Terrific.

Chloe had to admit that she at least was impressive, doing a number of magic tricks that she could not figure out how they had been done.

For a last bit, Terri called for a volunteer from the audience and then insisted that Chloe be that volunteer. Stepping on stage with reluctance.

Terri made an Asian-style fan appear out of nowhere and asked Chloe, “Ever been to Japan?” “no,” said Chloe, “I see you need a job.” said Terri shifting gears with no warning, “ah, yeah…?” said Chloe, not knowing how she could have known that or where this might be going.

“How about a job IN Japan then?” asked Terri. “Depends on what sort of job, I guess,” said Chloe trying to play along.

“Well, if you are going to get a job in Japan, you would need to dress the part, wouldn’t you?” said Terri ignoring Chloe as she waved the fan she had pulled out of the air and shouted, “Sōdesu!”

To Chloe’s surprise, the small fan produced a wind strong enough to push her back a few feet.

That remarkable feat was nothing compared to the next thing Chloe noticed; all her clothing was gone from her sweater to her jeans and shoes, they having been replaced by a kimono, thick white socks, and zōri footwear.

“What the hell?” said Chloe, “no time to explain said Terri, your plane leaves in less than an hour. “What?” said Chloe. “Sōdesu!” shouted Terri the Terrific even louder in reply, “GASP!” went the small audience.

“What is going on?” shouted Chloe, knowing something even more extreme than her clothing being changed had just happened; she didn’t know what. That what had come out of her mouth had been the Japanese words “Nani ga okotte iru no ka?” meaning what is going on had not yet dawned on her.

“Just a few more ticks and tucks, and we’ll be done.” Said Terri stepping up to Chloe and making an odd gesture. Chloe went out as two assistants came on stage and carried her off.

“Good night, everyone!” said Terri to the audience, “Remember to tip your waitress, I’m out of here!

Chloe awoke in an airport, knowing she was about to go on a long trip, she also somehow knew from now on, she would be known not as Chloe Russel but by her new name of Chizuru… her new Geisha name.

Not that she was a geisha, but she was on her way to becoming one as soon as she got to the town of Fujynshida near Mount. Fuji and her new home at the Warau Kyūbinokitsune Okiya which she knew to mean the Laughing Nine-Tailed Fox Tea House.

She knew this because it seemed she now spoke fluent Japanese, which was natural enough as she was also aware that somehow she was now a Japanese person.

She was aware of all this by an inner knowledge she now seemed to have that Terri the Terrific had not been a human stage magician but instead, a Japanese fox spirit called a Kitsune and that the Kitsune had been hired by the Tea House to recruit women to work there.

And as the owner couldn’t find any local women interested in taking the job, she decided it would be amusing to do the recruiting among gaijin… after that, she would fix it so they weren’t gaijin anymore, which is what had happened to Chizuru.

The former Chloe very much wanted to talk about all this with someone, but she didn’t know anyone she could do that with as of the few acquaintances she had only spoke English, and Chizuru could tell that she now could only speak Japanese.

Then Chizuru saw four other bewildered-looking Japanese women in traditional dresses pulling luggage to the same spot where she was waiting.

It didn't take long for her to discover that she was not the only one who had been chosen and remade by Terri for a new life at the Laughing Nine-Tailed Fox Tea House. The five freshly minted Nihon-jin, no doubt, were in for a very unusual adventure.

As for whether the newly imposed Japanese versions of themselves, their old Texas Gal selves, or perhaps even a newer and as yet unseen blend of the two would become dominant in the end, remained to be seen.