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fyodior · 2 years ago

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.˳⁺⁎˚ LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND CONFESS YOUR LUST

✧ pairing: brother!bachira x little sister!reader

✧ warnings: dark content, (i)ncest, minors DNI. exhibitionism, risky places, dubcon, vaginal sex, creampie. characters aged up, both reader and bachira are in their 20's

✧ notes: my entry for the lovely @killsaki's family ties collab!! also my first time writing for blue lock!! much more to come hehe likes and rbs very much appreciated :)

✧ word count: 1.7k

dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!

“Meguru, this is not a good id-” your hushed words were cut off as Bachira pressed his hungry lips against yours, forcing your back against the unfamiliar mattress.

As much as you tried to protest, you couldn’t help but melt into your brother’s touch, shoulders relaxing as you threw your arms around his neck and finally reciprocated his kiss. Bachira wastes no time, using his knee to spread your legs open, and rub his toned thigh against your core. You got lost in the pleasure briefly, letting out the tiniest of moans before you heard a thump downstairs, gasping as you pushed Bachira away from you.

“This is so fucking stupid,” you whispered again, leaning your head against your brother’s chest, still searching for his comfort even in moments like this where you wanted to wring his neck.

Bachira refused to quit, pushing you back against the pillows so he could mouth at your neck, freeing one of his hands to massage you over your panties.

“You act like you hate it, but you still get so wet from me,” Bachira taunted, the signature singsong nature of his voice matching the stupid grin on his face.

All you could do is groan – he was right. It didn’t matter that he had manhandled you all the way up the stairs of your house to throw you into your parent’s bed in hopes of humiliating you, your panties were still soaked from the thought of your brother’s hands on you.

This was all because you had asked him to chill out, at least a little bit. Bachira had always had a thing for exhibitionism and risky places, absolutely loved the high he got from almost getting caught balls deep into his little sister. But he had started to get a little too risky.

Your and Bachira’s relationship had started out pretty innocently – at least as innocent as sexually pursuing your brother could be, anyway. It all began a few months ago when you had let yourself into Meguru’s room to give him his laundry, only to find him shooting white spurts into his fist as he moaned your name. Your name. He invited you in, amber eyes full of mirth, to come help him clean up the mess with your mouth.

First, it was just blowjobs and fingering in the darkness of your bedrooms with the door locked. You were a virgin, so it was okay for your big brother to be three fingers deep into your cunt as he mouthed at your clit, he was just showing you how your future lovers ought to treat you!

But you never thought you’d go further than that, never thought you’d have real sex. Until you did. Shitfaced after a party thrown for a big win for Bachira’s soccer team, he quietly led you to an empty bedroom and laid you down, jumping at the opportunity to slide right into your unresisting pussy. And even though you were drunk and more easily influenced than normal, you didn’t put up a fight – you even found yourself moaning for more, more, more.

Once that line was crossed there was no going back. You fucked whenever Bachira pleased, and wherever Bachira pleased. On a bench in the locker room, in between stacks of books at your university library, behind trees in public parks. But his favorite places were anywhere in your house, specifically when your parents were home. Bachira liked bending you over the kitchen counter in the middle of the night as your parents slept soundly upstairs, shoving his cock down your throat while the two of you were “washing up” for dinner, and fingering you under the blankets as you all watched TV together in the living room. There was no surface in that house the two of you hadn’t fucked on.

The thrill of not just anyone, but your parents finding out the two of you were fucking excited Bachira so much he could almost cum untouched. He was getting too reckless, though. There were only so many excuses as to why grown siblings constantly slept in each other’s beds and shared blankets, and it didn’t help that he was always hanging all over you. Brothers don’t spoon their sisters from the back and kiss their necks as they cook breakfast.

So you gently approached Bachira, and put it in the most gentle words possible to ask him if he could tone it down just a little bit. You weren’t proposing an end to your activities, just to slow down – and keep it in more private areas. Bachira didn’t take it well.

And that’s how you found yourself in the sheets of your parents’ bed right after they had left for work, mattress still warm from where their forms had been resting not too long prior. You knew it was futile to try and resist Bachira when he got like this, when his eyes went wide and his pupils blew as he narrowed his eyebrows, setting his sights on you – his prey.

He wouldn’t listen as you tried to tell him how bad of an idea it was.

“You know Mom always forgets shit and has to come back,” you whined as he grabbed your wrists and kissed your neck. “And I’m almost positive that’s her house key on the dresser, ‘Guru.” You shuddered at the thought of your innocent mother walking into her own bedroom just to grab her key only to find her son rutting desperately into her daughter.

“That’s what makes this fun,” Bachira giggled, biting your throat.

His face was partially obscured by his morning-mussed fringe as he leaned back to yank your sleep shorts off, but you could still see his smirk that had yet to melt away.

“God, you’re so fucking wet, love,” he groaned, running his fingers up and down your slit. “About to make such a mess all over Mom and Dad’s sheets.” You just hid your face in your hands.

You almost lost all your inhibitions as Bachira spread your legs with his rough palms to spit on your pussy and run the flat of his tongue from your clit to your hole, the lewd sounds of his saliva and your slick almost drowning out the anxious thoughts that rang in your ear. The bedroom door was open.

His tongue swirled around and flicked at your throbbing clit as he slid two fingers knuckle deep into your hole, curling and pumping in the exact ways he knew would make you come undone. Bachira had you and your body memorized by heart, and he weaponized that knowledge.

But everything was forgotten as he sunk his thick cock inside you, crying out as he stretched you open, both hands fisting the sheets. You almost drooled at the sight of his toned, muscly athlete body flexing as he thrusted into you quick but methodically.

The yellow tufts of hair at the base of his neck curled up at the ends as they were drenched in his sweat, chest heaving as he fucked into you with primal hunger and desire. You could tell the excitement of fucking in your parents’ bed was driving Bachira absolutely wild, his cock throbbing inside you.

“A-ahh, Meguru, feels so fucking g-good,” you whined, unable to deny the pleasure overwhelming your body as his cock rubbed against your sweet spot and kissed your cervix with every thrust.

Bachira only grinned at the praise. “Want more, baby?” Your frantic nod was all he needed.

Suddenly he was flipping you over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pushed back into your sopping wet cunt, marveling at the thick layer of cream that coated his cock. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing your fingers as he fucked you deep into the mattress. With this position, presenting your ass for him like this, he can see the exact way your hole struggled to stretch around his length, the ring pulsing as it tugged with every thrust in and out. It was nicer for you too, being unable to see the bedroom door wide open, a disgusting reminder of what could be found out.

“Can’t last much longer like this, darlin’,” Bachira groaned into your ear, biting the lobe. “Not when you’re taking me so good like this.” You could only whine in response, your fingers tightening around his own. “Can I come inside you? You’ve never let me before, would love to see what it’s like.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the devilish smirk in his voice. Yet again, words had failed you, nodding into the pillow.

Bachira’s pace impossibly quickened as he chased the tightening feeling in his gut, leaving you gasping for air as his bony hips slammed into your ass over and over. His body stuttered and he gasped as he came, coating your walls with cum as he groaned into your ear. The second he pulled out you could feel it gushing out of your hole, dripping down your thighs and pooling onto the sheets. You hoped your parents either wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t question why you had decided to strip their bed and wash their sheets for them.

You leaned into your brother’s grasp as he gathered you into his arms, pressing your head against his warm chest. His fingertips danced up and down your back, pressing a kiss into your mussed hair.

“Love you so, so much, Meguru,” you sighed, kissing his chest.

“Love you too, darling. This is what happens though when you try to push me away,” he cooed, a slight edge to his voice.

“I know. I won’t do it again, I promise. I love you.” Your words were garbled as fatigue consumed you. Surely your parents wouldn’t mind the two of you napping in their bed together?

Bachira only smirked as he eyed the forgotten house key on your mother’s dresser, knowing the two of you didn’t have much longer to get decent and get the hell out of there. But that’s just the way he liked it.

#bachira x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira smut #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk fanfic

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jannahime · 8 months ago

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One Helluva Hunt Part 2

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Raian Kure x female reader

Synopsis: You are now trapped in Raian's grasp as he took you with him without hesitation. Where is he taking you? Why did he take you? What y'all's destination....only the Devil himself knows.

Warning: ⚠�� blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif credit: @hoe4rairai and also clideo.com: if I got this wrong please let me know so I can fix.

Word count: l,202

Part 1 ⬇️

You were still being carried like a sack of rice and Raian cackled wickedly in amusement.

“Um….sir…..Mister….where are you taking me?” You say still confused as all you could see was a vast range of forest and dirt and his walking feet.

Raian says nothing as he handles you roughly. “Hey!” You say a bit annoyed as he continues to carry you like a sack of rice.

You notice his ass, firm, and very enticing. You begin to blush. “God he has a fina ass. I want to touch it…it's probably firm.” You think to yourself as you gulp down some saliva and look away from his ass.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” You say pretty irritated.

Suddenly Raian drops you on your bottom in which you land hard on the ground. “OW! HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE PUTTING ME DOWN!” You Bellowed with rage as you rubbed your butt to soothe the pain away.

“SHUT UP!” Bellowed Raian back with a wicked sneer.

“MAKE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You yell back, getting in his face.

The two of you growl at each other but Raian seems to be enjoying the interaction seeing as he kept laughing with an amused wide grin.

Suddenly your stomach growls and you back away feeling a little embarrassed. Raian laughs at you as he then gets up and walks away. You wonder what the hell he's doing.

He brings back some wood and starts a fire. “go hunt for your food I ain't no one's babysitter especially for a weakling like you!” replied Raian harshly.

“I'm not a weakling you bastard! And I know how to fucking hint and I don't fucking need a man to do shit for me! And why did you bring me with you anyway!” You retorted back at him loudly.

He continued to laugh in amusement as he got up and went deep into the woods to hunt for a boar. You just fumed and you went your own way to hunt for anything to eat, like a boar, a rabbit, a deer, and yes even a snake.

As you enter deep into the woods you see a boar. But what you didn't know is that it was the same boat that Raian was hunting. As soon as you lunge at the boar and so does Raian.

“I saw it first you jackass!” you growled as you pushed him out of the way. Raian just laughed and lunged forward towards the boar. You punched him in the face and kicked him hard on his side sending him flying through various trees knocking them down like Domino's and that still had no effect on him.

“You think that will stop me! You brat!” He growled as he lunged towards you and the boar. You quickly dodged his attacks and you decided to hide above the trees. Luckily you managed to gather some sticks and some rocks and what you could use as string.

“I’ll be damned if he gets that boar before me!” You grumble under your breath as you make a bow and arrow with what you could gather in the forest.

“Oh Angel cakes! Where are you?” Called out Raian in a chilling singsong tone.

“Tch! Fucking asshole.” You mutter under your breath annoyed. You look for the boar ignoring Raian and once you see the boar you take your aim and shoot the boar down.

You glide from tree to tree to claim your prize but Raian tackles you to the ground. “I found you! Angel cakes!” He growled with a menacing glare still with that vile sneer on his face.

“Oof! Hey you bastard! The boar is mine! I shot it down with my bow and arrow fair and square.” You spat with fury as you pushed him off of you. You hurried and took your prize. But he laughed as he showed you that he had caught many more boars and deers he had hunted down and claimed as prizes.

It was as if he was toying with you from the very beginning the hunt started. You glared at him and purposely bumped into him to move out of the way.

He devoured all of his prizes while you slowly ate yours. He finishes all of his hunts and then he puts out the fire and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder once again like a sack of rice.

“Augh! Hey! You ass! Stop it! Let me go!” You yell as you try to get out of his grasp.

Raian continued to grin slyly as he smacked your ass with his right hand.

“Oh! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! I BARELY KNOW YOU- AUGH!” You yell at him irritated by his personality. He then jerked her back a little on his shoulder making her grab onto the back of his black jacket tightly.

“What a noisy bunny you are.” He says laughing at you as he continues to walk through the woods with you over his shoulder. After a good while of him walking in the woods you start getting sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your whole body is going and limp.

You finally crash and your hands are swaying back and forth as they start patting Raian’s firm and hot ass.

Raian could hear you snoring so he pulled you backwards and carried you in his arms bridal style.

“Damn it! This stupid woman fell asleep ...how boring…..well at least she won't remember how to get back home since The Kure clan’s village is hidden near the mountains anyway. What a foolish woman she is.” Replied Raian with a heavy and irritated sigh.

The next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place. There was no more forest. You looked around and saw that you were sleeping on a comfortable futon and a very cozy room with tatami flooring and a beautiful scenery of the veranda surrounded by the gardens and forest.

“W-we're am I?” You talk to yourself all puzzled.

“Oh good! You're awake!” Says a cherry voice. You turn to look and see a young woman with short black hair and the same Black eyes that Raian has. But she seemed much nicer than him. She had a tray of food in her hands.

“Um….hello there….good morning…um….where exactly am I and who are you?” You ask, still puzzled but smiling kindly at her.

“You're at the home of the Kure Clan. I'm Fusui Kure and your sister in law….it's so nice to finally meet my older brother's wife!” She bows respectfully to you.

“Huh…..*blinks rapidly.* Pardon me? Come again?.......” You are still confused.

“Welcome to the family! Sister in law!” She says with a bright smile.

You faint back on the futon as your soul leaves your body.

“OH NO! SISTER IN-LAW! SISTER IN-LAW! GRANDPA! RAIAN’S WIFE FAINTED! SOMEONE! HELP!” Fusui yelled as she quickly grabbed a hand fan and began blowing air to you.

“How….did I……end up in this situation again.” You think to yourself as you scream internally still unconscious.

To be continued: .......

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura fandom #kengan ashura smut #raian kure x reader #raian x reader #raian kure #kure raian #fandom writing #anime and manga #anime #my writing #action #action writing #raian kure x female reader #writing

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chesie-blog2 · 1 month ago

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Analysing TGG The Pool Scene PART 3:

“Is that a British army browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”

“Both”

Sherlock is clearly pleased to meet him and Moriarty is glad Sherlock is putting in effort. Let’s not forget the intimacy. If he shoots, they both go down. Sherlock is aware it couldn’t be this easy, nor would he ever want to kill Moriarty anyway. It’s once again the Shakespearian notion that they’re forever connected, intertwined in an intellectual romance, even in death, which makes sense considering their passively suicidal tendencies.

“I’ve given you a glimpse, Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I’ve got going on out there in the big bad world. I’m a specialist, you see”“Like you”

S: “Consulting criminal. brilliant.” A moment of pure admiration from Sherlock.

M: “isn’t it?”

Another parallel. Of course, many of which are the products of Moriarty’s life long obsession with Sherlock.

*John looks at Sherlock* He’s searching to decode whether Sherlock is with him or if he’s aligning with Moriarty on some deeper and more unsettling level. John wants reassurance that Sherlock isn’t crossing into Moriarty’s territory, where morality and loyalty are fluid.

*Moriarty looks at John looking at Sherlock* Moriarty of course notices that, he understands what an influence John is to Sherlock even if it’s subconscious. So he decides to play along, to be the villain everyone wants him to be, thus allowing Sherlock to become the hero, making this moment more comfortable for Sherlock. Ultimately, as I've stated before, Moriarty longs to free Sherlock from the chains of responsibility that don't reflect his true values, thus freeing himself (mostly from the loneliness, by having someone who's on the same page), but to do so he can't risk scaring Sherlock off.

"*Moriarty smiling* No one ever gets to me, *face darkens* and no one ever will”

The singsong tone is followed by a voice drop. It’s not hard to notice that the charisma is an act, it is a part of the Moriarty, "The Criminal Mastermind" persona. So here that first half of the line in singsong is a way to trick John into thinking that this is just a normal “crazy funny villain and the serious hero” situation. Which of course it is not. Then the second part of the line is a very cold “ and no one ever will”. Now that was said directly to Sherlock.

(Let me explain how to understand most of these lines with this example:

Moriarty says something that is such a basic villain line that “villain: 101” should sue. But what he says doesn’t matter in the context of “the game”, if we think of this line literally, the only thing it's adding to the tension of their rivalry is the challenge of unattainability. But it’s not about the game anymore. Nothing in The Pool scene actually is. Such basic villain lines don't matter in their content. All that matters is HOW Moriarty says them. The words were basically said to John, but the intention behind them was bluetoothed directly to Sherlock.)

He says it so calmly and yet with a note of despair, this hopeless level of indifference and emotional resignation that he couldn’t hide, that his fun act can’t cover.

This line has more significance than it seems so on the surface. A theory is that with this line Moriarty admits to his loneliness, he jokes about it first, concealing the meaning behind with the very literal unapproachability that comes with his job, but ultimately no one gets (to) him, because no one understand/reaches him personally and emotionally. He might even be sceptical that Sherlock actually could, maybe he’s Moriarty’s only chance, which considering what happens in the Reichenbach fall, seems to become a reason for his suicide (with calling Sherlock "ordinary"). He’s been disappointed all his life, he’s so used to the isolation, so it seems natural to doubt the possibility of happiness. And so he communicates that with Sherlock, his only chance, he reaches out, because he knows Sherlock understands that feeling, that untreatable loneliness of unreachable ideals, which in a way makes it all even more heartbreaking. This glimpse of hope, Sherlock, in front of him and a painful crumb of realisation (“and no one ever will”) that the connection he seeks may be impossible after all…

*cocks gun* “I did” Sherlock doesn’t let the moment linger for too long and answers back with confidence.

Sherlock truly is the first person to really meet him. Moriarty is a puppet master which means everything is done remotely, he “knows people”. But Sherlock is the only person who was actually allowed to see him, whether literally or figuratively.

Now… I would normally leave it at that, but something about this moment hooked me. I must warn you that this is some deep water, bottom-of-iceberg shit that you’re about to read.

REGARDING THE *cocks gun*:

I did some mild research and cocking a gun usually means “establishing control, authority”, I think everyone knew that. But what’s interesting is that the gun useless here in a traditional sense. It isn’t a threat, as NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT THEIR LIVES. Which then means that it’s symbolic.

I WON’T BE ANALYSING THE GUN SYMBOLISM HERE. PLEASE I’VE BEEN IN THE DUNGEON WRITING 20 PAGES OF THIS ALREADY (I want to do it someday though, I think it's very interesting and GAY)

What will do though is walk you through everything that this moment could mean. Which is a lot.

1. Playing the Hero for John

The *cocks gun* moment is, above all, for John. Sherlock knows that John needs reassurance, not just of his safety but of Sherlock’s allegiance to morality and goodness. The cocked gun signals that Sherlock isn’t on Moriarty’s side, that Sherlock hasn’t been seduced by the villainous allure of Moriarty’s chaotic world. It’s a signal to John that, at least in this moment, Sherlock chooses him.

2. Sherlock’s fear of vulnerability and threatened identity

It’s also important what that gesture means to Sherlock himself. He’s in the middle of this intense intellectual and emotional push-and-pull with Moriarty, someone who fascinates him, understands him, and yet challenges him in ways John can’t.

Sherlock is so invested in maintaining the illusion of invulnerability, not just for Moriarty or John but for himself. Acknowledging fully that he loves and needs this connection would shatter the way he defines himself.

Sherlock’s fear of vulnerability runs deep, and it often manifests as denial—of feelings, of needs, even of his own humanity. With Moriarty, the connection is so raw, so intense, that it’s almost impossible for Sherlock to face without losing the carefully constructed emotional distance he clings to.

Cocking the gun could be a way for Sherlock to reassert his own identity, to remind himself and everyone else that he isn’t like Moriarty, that he has lines he won’t cross. The gun becomes a tool of self-protection, not physically, but emotionally. He’s essentially saying, “I’m not like you. I’m not drawn to you. I don’t feel this.” But the very intensity of his reaction suggests the opposite. He does feel it, profoundly, and that terrifies him more than any bomb or bullet ever could.

3. Emotional Deflection through aggression

Sherlock is creating a barrier between them by cocking the gun, a way to avoid confronting the depth of their connection.

And then there’s Moriarty, who seems to recognize this instinctive defense for what it is. He doesn’t flinch, he just watches with this almost knowing, dark amusement, suggesting that he sees right through it. Moriarty understands that Sherlock’s aggression is rooted in fear, and maybe even hurt, at the prospect of what their connection means. Moriarty doesn’t flinch because he knows the gun isn’t the real weapon here, it’s Sherlock’s emotional avoidance. Moriarty’s indifference to his life in that moment reinforces this. He’s not afraid of dying, what wounds him is Sherlock’s inability (or refusal) to meet him on that emotional plane, even though it’s what they both crave deep down. And to be fair threatening with a gun is such a "normie" move. Not only isn't it a threat, but Moriarty probably likes it. Ignoring the emotional connotations of this moment, this was flirting more than it was ever tactical.

In a way, both of them are locked in this tragic dance, afraid to admit they want the same thing: to be understood, to be gotten. But while Moriarty expresses his fear as defiance, Sherlock buries his in shame and instinctual rejection.

It’s also ironic that he hates the idea of being a hero, of being boxed into John’s moral framework, but he uses it here because it’s convenient. It gives him an excuse to push Moriarty away under the guise of righteousness.

4. Returning to the Game to Avoid the Emotion:

Sherlock’s inner conflict: He needs to say something to continue the game (which they both love), but the truth behind his words is dangerously real: “I see you. I understand you.” It’s a confession disguised as a taunt.

The *cocks gun* and “I did” together are Sherlock’s attempt to drag the moment back into the comfort of their shared game, away from the messy, vulnerable reality beneath. Let's not forget the line before this "No one ever gets to me, and no one ever will". Sherlock's smug answer is almost like saying "yo, what are you talking about, can we just like, be normal?".

The line is textbook intellectual sparring, a move in their game, where Sherlock is claiming a small win over Moriarty. But beneath the surface, this line is charged with raw emotion. It’s Sherlock’s way of acknowledging Moriarty’s vulnerability while hiding his own. The cocky delivery is Sherlock’s shield, a way to keep things “in the game” rather than letting them spiral into the emotional realm that terrifies him.

This is classic Sherlock. He frames everything as intellectual so he doesn’t have to confront the emotional. But the irony, is that his response betrays his emotions more than he realizes. By adopting the “hero” role here, Sherlock not only reassures John but also deflects attention from the growing tension between himself and Moriarty.

Yet Moriarty hears the disguised confession in “I did,” even if Sherlock is trying to drown it out with smugness. It’s like he’s patiently waiting for Sherlock to catch up emotionally, to stop hiding behind his role as the hero and see the truth of their dynamic for what it is.

SUMMARY:

On the surface, it’s a simple game move: Sherlock reasserts control. But beneath that, it’s profoundly emotional—two people who understand each other deeply, who see themselves reflected in the other, but who are too guarded to fully acknowledge it. It’s a moment of connection, disguised as competition, wrapped in deflection.

M: “You’ve come the closest. Now you’re in my way”

Basically to translate: “you are truly remarkable, because you’ve gotten so close that now you’re capable of disrupting my plans, which no one before was able to do”.

The singing tone this time implies that his plans, his work don’t mean much to him. Sherlock is in his way and he doesn't mind one bit. It’s not really about all that, all his criminal work was the best high he could get when he couldn't have a connection with Sherlock. The real point here is that Sherlock cracked him, Sherlock passed the test. He saw through his villain behavior and found a lonely, tortured sould just like him. Sherlock was able to understand Jim and that intimacy is what Moriarty values more than anything. So yes, it is a compliment. but Moriarty says “closest” as if it’s still not close enough, that’s a hint for the hopelessness Moriarty feels. I don’t think at this point they’re fully aware of just how deeply they need one another, the feeling of being understood, valued and accepted, whilst being intellectually stimulated and entertained. “Thank you” Sherlock demonstrates their understanding and connection, even if here he's probably answering in the context of the game(aka: he's the first to come so close to an opponent of such class). And he genuinely appreciates the compliment, their mutual respect is apparent.

M: “I didn’t mean it as a compliment” was definitely teasing.

S: “yes you did”

M: “yeah, okay I did” (cutie :3)

^(MY FAV MOMENT EVER)

#jim moriarty #sheriarty #bbc sherlock #james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock fandom #sherlock analysis

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il0veyoujk · 1 year ago

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Soldier! Attack!

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Jungkook returns home from his military service to see his little sister, Nefeli (18)

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by the beautiful @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae ! I hope you'll like it love! I am sorry I couldn't do it a cheer-up ff, but I remembered it last second, and I couldn't change it, I had to rewrite the whole ff 😭

Lots of love Nef 💕

The sound of the front door shutting wasn't enough to pierce the sound of the loud music Nefeli was busting through her headphones. The young girl was currently in her room, pretending to study. In reality, she was vibing to her favorite music, with her Spanish book widely open in front of her, and her homework waiting.

Nefeli was wiggling her body to the rhythm of the music, feeling like she owned the world. Using her pen as a microphone, she pretended to be the singer and headbanging unstoppably. Just like she used to when she was a little girl.

"We are home!" her parents yelled the moment they stepped home "Nefeli! We have a surprise for you!" her mum used her singsong voice to allure her daughter into coming downstairs.

One, two, three minutes... Nefeli was nowhere to be seen. She was so drowned in her music she hadn't heard anything. Looking at each other, the two middle-aged ones decided to send the surprise to their daughter.

Nefeli was occasionally trying to focus on her exercises, trying to conjugate the verb cosquillear, but the loud Lady Gaga music was too intense to ler her focus. Vibing excitedly, she was enjoying herself way too much to notice an unexpected change in her room.

However, turning her head, the young girl was shocked to see her older brother leaning on the doorframe smirking "Why hello there girly" Jungkook chuckled, amused.

It's been a year since Jungkook left for his military service. He hadn't seen his family all this time. Even though they communicated with letters, it's not the same as seeing each other in real life.

"Eeek! You are home!" Nefeli squealed. She instantly jumped on her brother, letting her headphones fall on the floor "I missed you so much!"

Catching her, Jungkook let out a small groan along with a small giggle "Hehey! I missed you too, little one!" he smiled softly, gently swinging his little sister in the air back and forth.

The two siblings remained all hugged for a while, not bothering to even move a single inch from the spot the young lad was standing "So you still got the moves huh?" Jungkook scrunched his nose cutely and bounced her gently in the air like he used to when she was younger.

"You think?" Nefeli giggled, as she was squishing her brother's cheeks "I had the best teacher!" she smiled widely.

It was true, Nefeli had learned how to sync with the rhythm through BTS video clips. Ever since she was a kid, she would try to copy every choreography her brother and his friends would publish. She had ever mastered some of them! And Jungkook was so proud of her.

A wide, bunny-toothy grin appeared on Jungkook's face. He gently placed a kiss on her cheek and hug her tighter "Aw thank you little one" he giggled softly.

A small smirk though flashed onto Nefeli's face, who giggled softly "Oh I meant Jimin, not you" she shrugged, trying not to show her teasing sense.

However, the small smirk turned into a full-on giggly state the moment Jungkook's fingers started wiggling around on Nefeli's ribs "Oh really? Jimin huh? Not me?" he asked in the most mischievous, warning tone he has ever used.

The surprising, way too missed feeling on her sides, made the young girl erupt into an unexpected loud fit of giggles "Whahahaha--- wait nohohoho pleahahase ahahaha!" she squealed as she was thrashing around in her brother's grip, trying to push herself out of there.

The two siblings would occasionally have tickle fights, usually with the young girl ending up on the receiving end. But it was their dynamic. They loved those cute little fights!

Nefeli failed miserably to escape her brother's arms. Much to her surprise. Usually she would manage after one or two tries. Yet, this time she didn't.

Chuckling mockingly next to his little sister's cheek, Jungkook moved his fingers to Nefeli's favorite, and worst spot: the sides! He started walking towards his own bedroom, letting her now hysterical giggles fill the whole house "You should know better than to tease a soldier, cutiepie!" Jungkook teased, as he was tasering the poor girl's sides.

"Nohohoho stohohop ahahaha! Whahahat did I do ahahaha?!" Nefeli screamed between her loud giggles. She was flailing around in the air in her attempt to fall off of her brother and run away for dear life.

Of course though, that didn't happen. It was nowhere close to happening!

"Oh stop screaming, Nef! You know it's going to happen, stop fighting it" Jungkook used his singsong voice to tease his little sister as he was throwing his sack on the floor and closing the door behind him.

"He's tickling her again" mrs Jeon smiled to herself as she was preparing dinner downstairs. Homemade pepperoni pizza! Jungkook's favorite.

"It's not like she's complaining though. She loves it!" mr Jeon commented as he was reading his newspaper. Yes, the historical tickle fights in the Jeon residence were well-known in the whole neighborhood.

Upstairs in Jungkook's room, Nefeli was trying to fight to escape the ticklish hell she was put into. She was thrown onto the bed and Jungkook was pinning her down with his own body weight and was torturing her poor tummy with his fingertips "Aww you are just as I ticklish as I remembered!" he giggles as his fingertips were shaking on her tummy like crazy.

A deep blush had started spreading on her cheeks as Nefeli was trying to push his hands away all shy "I ahahaham nahahaot ticklish ahaha-AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!!!" she tried to lie... but a few nibbles on her side made the poor girl go ballistic!

Jungkook knew what he was doing... Pretty well! Using her worst against her... "I am sorry what? Did you just dare to lie, little one? Huh?" he smirked widely before moving his nails on her poor armpits and started scribbling on them like crazy.

Instantly pressing her arms on her torso, Nefeli trapped Jungkook's fingers under her armpits, unfortunately for her "Whyhyhy did you cohohome bahahahack so meahahan ahahaha?!" she squealed through her loud giggling.

"Oh no... Now I have to dig my way out... You are so rude" the young lad was enjoying the playful torture he was giving his little sister to the fullest. Not that Nefeli wasn't... but maybe Jungkook was enjoying this a bit more. He had missed her laughter... So here he was now, digging into his little sister's armpits mercilessly, making Nefeli howl in loud giggling and driving her crazy bit by bit.

"Agh!" Nefeli squealed loudly as she was wiggling around like a worm "Nohoho pleahahahase ahahaha I ahaham sorry ahahaha!" she pleaded as her hands were gripping onto her brother's wrists to pull them away from her.

"Oh no no no no no no, you are not getting away with just a few begs" the young lad smirked as he lowered his head again towards her tummy "You are going to regret choosing Jimin over me!"

And that's where Nefeli lost it... She widened her eyes, but before she could even ask for mercy, she instantly felt tiny shots of electricity hitting her unstoppably and all over her midsection, exposed as it was from squirming around too much "NOHOHOHO NOT THE BEHEHEHERRIES KOOK PLEAHAHASE AHAHAHA I AHAHAHAM SORRY!" she screamed in laughter, throwing her head back in ticklish agony.

Jungkook was shaking his own head on Nefeli's tummy to add more to the ticklish sensations. A few chuckles would escape his mouth while he was blowing raspberries all over Nefeli's midsection "Oh so now we're using nicknames huh? Such a cheap way to escape your punishment, little one..." he mumbled on Nefeli's soft skin.

This situation kept on for about three more minutes. Having moved his fingers to her sides, Jungkook wasn't planning on showing any hint of mercy any time soon... The whole house was filled with hysterical laughter and nonstop begging from Nefeli's way too ticklish reactions.

However, a well-known voice interrupted the playful assault of the Jeon siblings "Kids! Dinner's ready!" mrs Jeon yelled for her children.

Everything stopped instantly. Jungkook let go of his little sister in an instant and pulled away. It's been months since he's eaten his favorite food! "This isn't over..." he mumbled, poking a few times Nefeli's tummy and sides before eventually letting her go "I just have to gain some more energy for round two... You better disappear!" he smirked, winking at his little sister.

As Jungkook ran downstairs to grab a bite, Nefeli remained on his bed in a ticklish delirium, with a wide smile on her face. She was trying to catch her breath hopelessly, as a few leftover giggles were leaving her mouth.

Jungkook made his case clear... She better hide!

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humanmorph · 10 months ago

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I heard nothing is stationary—well, it’s never been more clear.

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Austin (as Parti): …that’s what I’m saying, I’m saying it’s not just a mentality, it’s like—it’s a structure that keeps people, it—no, it produces mentality, it doesn’t just…

One second, I think—I think we’re live. I think the signal’s up again. Hello? Hello? Are you hearing us? Hello, Palisade. Hello, Twilight Mirage. Hello, Qui Err Coalition. You know what? Hello to the Bilateral Intercession! I know you hate to hear us, [singsong] but we’re back!

Back in the lab again, back finding mixtures and fixes for shit you done mixed up. Back in Black’s chair, back at his microphone. I wish he could see it—the colors, the tone, the skies all rhinestones. I’m sorry, I’m stoned, just a little. A little goes a long way here on our new home. A little ripple in the middle of war. I saw a missile transformed into straw hospital filled, but it’s hard to ignore that the sky’s on fire with light.

Yes, they name me Particular Emphasis, but there’s a party up in here. I heard nothing is stationary—well, it’s never been more clear. We’re moving on them now, and it’s up for them. It ain’t even really close. ’Bout to hit the lick then take home [singsong] a full seven notes. So let me check mine, ’cause I know that I got some shit to say before small things grow big, before tomorrow turns yesterday.

This one’s for Baldwin, for Black Screen—all caps, please. This one’s for Phrygian, who’s between the fuse and the bomb. This one’s for the figure in our hearts who I hope is finally calm. This one’s for those who’ve had their names stripped away, or with names we never say, or with many names, multivalence, but committed in each to snatching they chains today.

Nah, you know what? This one’s just for me. If you’re listening, Bilats, let me tell you what I see. We are ungettable, unforgettable, unfuck-wit-able. And we’re really cute—we are unmistakable, undebatable, and we don’t even need a backing track to do what we ’bout to do.

(by @sacredwhim)

#i love making clips btw. do you want something clipped. i'll get on it as long as i don't have to cut shit together #which i would also do i guess but it would take more time.#palisade #palisade spoilers #fatt #friends at the table #i vaguely remember austin saying sth about thinking these are kind of corny & me going I LOVE them though....#both can be true easily.#& this genuinely one of my faves you'll get me with a phrygian mention! you will!#& the 'multivalence'.........#but also i just really really like her voice and cadence & how much character it gives. she's been in 2 intros but i love her sm #austin walker is so good at this shit

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gravedigest · 9 months ago

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More DS drabble.

“No offense, Vic, but why are you putting up with it?”

His coworker has a hip leaning against the counter, the lull after lunch rush giving them all a moment to breathe. Victor logs himself out of the register, digging his phone from his back pocket as he slips to the back of the kitchen.

His coworker follows.

“He helps with the chores.”

“He’s not helping with the chores now,” they quirk their head towards the dining room, where Deimos is curled up in a booth. The way he’s zoned out suggests he’s probably working on something, the bored tilt of his head says it’s probably actual work. “Isn’t he freeloading?”

“No. No, he helps.”

“Helps what?”

“Is that actually any of your business?”

“Oh. Ooooh, I see.” That singsong tone of voice.

“No.”

“Still, he’s kind of a wreck, Vic. You could do better.”

“Can you not?”

He’s not in the mood for this.

Everyone trying to pry, dig in at his life. He’s not going to talk about it.

“I’m taking my lunch.”

“Gonna bring food to your boyfr-“

“We’re just roommates. Go fill a bag of ice for me.”

Even with all the heckling, they still do that, at least. Deimos might not be particularly popular as a restaurant appliance, but there’s a general understanding amongst the workers.

They won’t just let him overheat.

So Victor collects his lunch from the back, orders up something for Deimos, and gets the bag of ice.

He’s still blanked out in his booth when Victor gets there, resting on the table, head pillowed in his crossed arms. It makes it easy to get the ice spread over the back of his neck, stirring him just enough that he starts blinking and backing out of his rig.

“Got busy in here for a minute,” Deimos notes, stretching his arms over the table, then grinning up at him. “Lagged out the wifi.”

“Did it mess up whatever you’re doing?”

“Nah, music kept buffering, though. What’d ya get me?”

“Nuggets.”

“You are too sweet to me.”

He can see how hard it is for Deimos to get himself sat up, keeping the weight of his arms on the table, careful not to drop the ice by staying hunched over. Victor pops the box open for him, gets the top ripped off the sauce, the little fine motor things that can be a struggle when he’s lagging out.

And he is lagging out, there’s a slowness to how his eyes are tracking things, a sheen of sweat in his hairline. Little things Victor’s gotten good at noticing.

“Job’s gonna pay okay,” Deimos says it with his teeth halfway through a nugget, only realizing it was too hot halfway through the bite. “‘Lectricity should be good for the month. Or could go for the water, iunno. Your choice.”

“You get the electric, I’ll get water,” He doesn’t know how Deimos can eat the same things for weeks solid like he does, but it simplifies a lot of things.

He’s easy to please.

And he helps.

It’s not that complicated. He’s the easiest job Victor’s ever had.

Except for the parts that are hard.

When Victor checks on him again, nearing the end of his shift, Deimos hasn’t moved.

From across the restaurant, it looked like he was just back to work, face tucked into his arms and his hand around a soda cup.

He should’ve known better, made him take a break from his rig or moved him to the office when the boss had left for the day. Moved him to the walk-in. Had him walk around the dining room for a minute.

He’s crashing.

It takes two more people to help drag Deimos to the walk in, Deimos’ eyes stuck open wide, his limbs locked up in their curled positions, Victor’s shivering in the freezer with him as someone is cussing out corporate for the fact that no one can find a goddamn pen.

Sunglasses.

His sunglasses.

It takes a minute to pull the rubber off of the arm, to expose the narrow metal, but yeah- Yeah. That’s thin enough.

He tilts Deimos’ head down, finding that little pinhole from the diagrams he’d memorized, feeding the tip of the arm into the hole until he can feel the click-

Deimos jerks, immediately slamming his palms into his own eyes and coiling up. “Fuck, ow, shit, fuck- ow-“

“Hey- You’re gonna pop your eyeball-“

His hands drag up his face and into his hair, pressing hard at his skull as he collects himself from the hard cancellation of whatever process he was stuck in. “Shit, shit. What- Where?”

“Freezer?”

“… Overheated?”

… Sometimes, he wishes he could explain some things to Deimos.

He’s a little too deep for that, though.

It’s nicer to him if he just doesn’t know, anyway.

“… Yeah. Shift’s over. Wanna call Sanford?”

“… Yeah.”

#Doing Something #I’m so sorry it’s taking forever #Life is so slow and also so fast. How is the year alrwady nearly half over?

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mathisshiftss · 10 months ago

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A scenario in my Coffee Shop DR

I arrive at Spencer’s house after a very long week.

Warnings: Drinking, boys kissing, lowkey a breakdown

Immediately after I’m done at work I go to Spencer’s apartment. It’s been a hard week and it’s finally Friday, I can finally keep him up because he finally doesn’t have work the next day. Thank god.

He answers the door, still in his regular clothes, lacking the blazer and tie. Brown pants, green cardigan, dress shirt.

“Matt? What’s up?” He asks gently, inviting me inside.

“I missed you.” I say gently. “I had a hard week.”

“How come?” He asks, his hands finding my jacket as he helps me slip out of it.

“Just… I don’t really know.”

He knows it’s a lie. He doesn’t press me about it, he knows better than to. I’d just get upset and leave, he’d rather me not be alone when I’m upset.

“Okay, well… do you want to do something? Need anything?” He asks gently.

“You keep the good wine around here somewhere, don’t you?” I ask.

“You don’t think any wine is good.” He teases, pushing the hair out of my face.

“Maybe I will tonight.” I say with a smile. “Please?”

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, his voice softening as he asks.

“Yeah, I’m just really in the mood to take some edge off.” I force a smile.

“Fine… just, let’s not overdo it, okay?”

He gets the wine and we sit down, sipping quietly. I definitely end up overdoing it. Within about 20 minutes I’m sifting through his records, looking for something to listen to.

“Your music taste is ass.” I giggle. “All classical. Where’s that album I got you?”

“Oh, it’s next to the player.” He says. We’re both slurring our words a little, I’m more drunk than him. Neither of us are surprised about that.

I get up, stumbling over my own two feet as I walk over to the record player. I almost fall, causing me to curse under my breath.

“Ah, found it.” I say, putting it on the player. It takes a second before music starts coming out of it.

The story behind the gift is funny. A few weeks before Christmas last year I had been at Spencer’s, looking at his stuff, and I noticed that he has no good music. So I went out and found my favorite album ever recorded; Grace (legacy edition) by Jeff Buckley. With it, there was a handwritten note.

“Here you go, Spence. The start of good music in your collection. It’s my favorite, you’d better like it.

Love, Matt.”

“I listen to it a lot.” He admits from the couch. I turn to him with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” I say softly. “Glad I got it for you?”

“Definitely.” He smiles. I put on the record, the first song that plays is “Mojo Pin.” I sing along drunkenly. The words are slurred and I’m slightly behind on the words but I know it by heart.

Spencer watches as I dance around his apartment, although, it wasn’t exactly dancing, more so waltzing around the apartment, occasionally throwing my hands up and tripping over my own two feet.

When “Hallelujah” comes on I look at Spencer. I smile forms over my lips and I step toward him, stumbling a little. He isn’t nearly as inebriated as I am, he usually isn’t.

“Spencer.” I say in a singsong tone. “You should dance with me.”

He smiles and lets out a quiet laugh. “What? I can’t dance.” He says, trying his best to get out of it.

“Come on. Please? For me?” I ask.

“Matt, I can’t dance when I’m sober, what makes you think I’m gonna be able to dance when I’m drunk?” He says, smiling up at me. I offer him my hand.

“Then just sway with me.” I say softly.

He rolls his eyes. “I can’t!” He giggles.

By the time he is finally convinced, Jeff Buckley has gotten through almost a minute of the song. I pull him up and I wrap my arms around his waist. He doesn’t know what to do with his.

“Matt, I don’t dance.” He giggles.

“Just hold me. You do that, right?” I say, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He smiles and looks down as he rests his arms over my shoulders.

“Is this good?” He asks.

“This is perfect.” I say gently. I shift forward and rest my head on his shoulder.

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

As the music progresses, I begin to make more dramatic movements with my body, guiding Spencer’s along with mine. He stumbles and blushes with embarrassment.

“I’m so uncoordinated!” He says. “I can’t do this.”

I smile at him.

“Yes you can, come on.” I say, pulling him back into me. My hands rest on his hips.

“Put your hands here.” I say, and I move his hands to my waist, they wrap around slightly. “Would you like to hold one of my hands or stay like this?”

He pauses for a moment. “Um… Hold hands.”

I giggle and take his left hand in my right. I hold it to the side, near our shoulders.

“I’ll guide you, okay?” I say softly. “Step with your right foot.”

He does, I do it at the same time. He smiles at me. I tell him to move his left and he does.

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

He’s finally starting to get the hang of it, although, he accidentally steps on my feet every so often. We laugh together.

“You’re doing great.” I say softly.

“Am I?” He sounds like he absolutely does not believe me. “I keep stepping on you and I’ve never danced before in my life-“

I kiss him to interrupt him. The movement stops.

“That’s why I’m teaching you.” I whisper when the kiss finally ends. His face is red. “Come on. Left… right…”

I guide him and we dance in circles around his living room.

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Our dancing has slowed. It’s turned more into a standing hug. My face is buried in his shoulder and his hand is on my head, gently playing with my hair.

“Matt?” He asks, his voice is gentle.

“Hm?” I ask gently.

“It’s not healthy to drink away your problems.” He says gently. “I’m not trying to tell you how to live or anything. Just…”

“I know.” I say quietly. My hold on Spencer tightens, just a little. “I don’t know what else to do. There isn’t anything to talk through…”

“That’s okay.” He whispers. “This was fun though, right?”

“Mhm.” I admit.

“And I’m glad you didn’t just get sad drunk all by yourself. I’m glad you came to me.” He says softly. His hand runs up my hair.

“I knew you’d be upset if I ended up drinking myself into a coma.” I joke.

“Maybe a little.” He laughs. He puts his hand under my chin and makes me look at him. “I love you, Mathis.”

I smile, looking over his face.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

He places a gentle kiss on my lips, his hand finding my jaw.

“Stay the night?” He asks softly. “You can’t exactly drive home, anyway.”

“I’ll stay.” I whisper. “Thank you.”

#shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting motivation #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #reality shifter #law of assumption #reality shift #shifting community #shifting scenarios #scenarios in my dr

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mywifeleftme · 10 months ago

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361: bill bissett & The Mandan Massacre // Awake in Th Red Desert

Awake in Th Red Desert bill bissett & Th Mandan Massacre 1968, See/Hear Productions (Bandcamp)

(From “mor memoreez uv marvara reel konversaysyun,” scars on the seehors, Talonbooks 1999)

That’s a sample of how poet bill bissett’s writing looks on the page, phonetic and arbitrary, intuitive and free, while also checking the reader from taking any word for granted. The poems are frequently conversational in tone, but the way you have to sound out his writing to understand it means the reader's cadence ends up replicating the idiosyncratic singsong way bissett speaks. The 84-year-old remains a one-of-a-kind live performer, doodling all over the line between spoken poetry and song. He croons nonsense lullabies and pastiche ragas, shakes a maraca, intones mantras until their familiar words lose all their sense, even dances a little. It’s funny—I wouldn’t recommend his writing to someone unfamiliar with the avant-garde, but I would confidently take just about any open-minded person to see one of his shows. He has the affect of a holy fool or a joyful monk, and basically anything he does makes more sense in the context of his corporeal presence.

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Back in 1968 though, bill was a wild young man, and Awake In Th Red Desert, his LP with backing “band” Th Mandan Massacre, is full of noisy freakouts and some patience-testing explorations. The Massacre includes four percussionists, some trained (jazz drummer Gregg Simpson) and some not (poet Martina Clinton, bill’s then-partner); electric guitar; two flutes (one a toy); and cutting edge Buchla Box synthesizer by the otherwise unknown Wayne Carr. Response to Red Desert has been pretty mixed—one of its Bandcamp uploads even warns, “Please preview the tracks before downloading. There are no refunds.” I suspect many listeners don’t make it past the first side of the record, which often sounds like what it is: clattering free improvisations around bissett’s sung or shouted recitations. On the flip though, things mellow out for some fascinating minimal synth explorations, bissett doing his visionary thing on a haunting electronic field (see “fires in the tempul”). “she, still and curling” is particularly freaky, Carr making sinister cricket noises with his Buchla, tape of bissett’s voice chopped up into hypnotic loops, layered and manipulated till it sounds like a collage of short wave radio transmissions. The ramshackle noise of the early tracks eventually returns on the awesome “now according to paragraph ‘c’”: bissett reads what (initially) seems like a found text that gets weirder and bolder as the poet works himself into a lather, the Buchla’s bleak tones tattered by the percussion squad’s stiff beat.

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I snagged this off Montrealer Alex Moskos, who oversaw the reissue for Massachusetts-based avant-garde label Feeding Tube, and getting this thing back out there has clearly been a labour of love for him (the production quality is impeccable; great explanatory liner notes too). Are there 500 people who want this record? I’m not sure. But for fans of bissett, sound poetry, freaky music, and early electronic, this’ll be of interest. One idea: tell people Awake was the work of a solar death cult leader from the Pacific Northwest who disappeared during an eclipse and they won’t be able to keep the damn thing in stock.

361/365

#bill bissett #sound poetry #avant garde #'60s music #canadian music #blewointment #talonbooks #bpnichol #canadian poetry #poetry #concrete poetry #performance art #freak folk #buchla #music review #vinyl record #counter culture

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roseianxiety · 2 years ago

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Eros with Roceit, or Pragma with Logince? <3

prompts based on the different types of love

Pragma - committed/practical love

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Content Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 1800+ words

Author's Note: Sorry this isn't the best, I wrote this in a hurry but I hope you like this!

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His eyes were starting to close while he stared at his laptop screen. It was already past midnight but he was still finishing up his thesis, even though he had been working on it nonstop for hours. Logan was starting to have migraines and the pain in his temple only got worse with each passing second. He just wanted to finish his work so he could get a few hours of sleep and then he can finish it. Too caught up with his thesis, he didn't notice his boyfriend had woken up and noticed him still working.

Roman got up and quietly walked towards where Logan was sitting, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and planting a small kiss on the top of his head, "Lo? You're still awake? It's so late, you gotta sleep now." Roman's voice was gentle but firm. His tone was filled with concern as he gently tried to persuade his boyfriend to rest. Logan shook his head in response, "Later. I'm near to finishing this off." He says simply, typing away at the keyboard. Roman sighed at his stubbornness and decided to take matters into his own hands. He pulled Logan from his chair and carried him to their bed despite Logan's complaints.

"No, shush it, starlight. You're tired." Roman said as he placed his boyfriend down on the bed and climbed in beside him. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, placing kisses on his neck as he did so, "Come on Lo, please go to sleep. Sleep is important.".

"But–"

"No buts!" Roman interrupted, "Just sleep, darling. I'll finish your thesis for you, don't worry." Logan smiled fondly at his boyfriend as he hears his words. As much as he hated to admit it, Roman was right about one thing: he was exhausted and needed some time to relax. So, after giving in to his boyfriend and resting his head on Roman's chest, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep within his partner's embrace.

The next day, he wakes up alone in bed and sighs. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes before getting up and walking to his desk. Logan opens his laptop and checks on his unfinished thesis document only to find out that it was finished, proofread, and edited. He can't help but smile softly, remembering what Roman had said last night. He finished Logan's thesis... for him. His heart swelled. It was a small gesture yet Logan appreciated it, greatly.

After making some finishing touches on his document, he closes his laptop and heads to the kitchen for breakfast. Logan then finds Roman setting a plateful of food on the counter, oblivious to Logan's presence. When he spots him, he immediately perks up and greets him brightly. "Morning, love! I made breakfast for you~!". He singsongs happily. Logan smiles at him as he sits down on one of the stools at the counter, "Good morning to you too, Roman." Logan replies softly as he took his plate. Roman sat down beside him and grabbed his plate as well.

"Thank you..."

Roman queries, "For what?".

Logan glances over at him, a soft smile playing on his lips, "For finishing my thesis, for everything.". Roman smiles back at him, staring at him lovingly. " Anything for you.".

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Roman pushed open the door of their apartment. God, he was so so frustrated. One of his colleagues at work decided to cause problems for him by assigning him more work than necessary. All of the work he had to do was so damn complicated that it drained all the energy out of his body. At that moment, Roman was feeling like he was going to explode with pent-up frustration.

He waddled to the living room and dropped his bag down before plopping down on the couch, sighing exasperatedly. He heard the footsteps coming from behind him, "Ro, you're home." Logan spoke quietly, "How did work go?". Roman let out a long sigh, " It's tiring, one of my coworkers kept bothering me nonstop. The workload is ridiculous!". He then glanced up at his boyfriend. "Oh and the groceries...".

Groceries...

Shit, the groceries! Roman forgot to buy groceries. "Oh my God, I forgot the groceries!" He exclaims as he sits up on the ground, running his fingers through his hair. "Shit, I'm sorry, Lo." He groans. "I'll go run out to the store real quick and–".

Logan walks over to Roman and places his hand on his shoulder, "It's alright, dear. I understand. I'll do it instead, ok?" Logan replies reassuringly. Roman looks up at him with surprise written all over his face, "Really? You wouldn't mind taking care of the groceries instead? You don't have to.".

"Of course not, my supernova," Logan assures him again. "I want to, anyway." He adds with a soft smile. Roman lets a smile grace his lips as he leans in to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. "Thank you, love." Logan hums contently against Roman's lips as he pulls back, resting his forehead on his. They stayed like that, basking in each other's presence until Logan eventually needed to go out and buy their groceries.

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"Let me carry our little princess, Nightingale," Roman says as he presses a soft kiss on Logan's temple before he takes their baby girl from his hold. Roman cradles her tenderly, kissing her cheek as he does so. She giggles softly in return before yawning and nestling herself comfortably in his arms. "Aww, is our little princess sleepy?" Roman cooed teasingly. She gurgles in reply as she tries to cover her mouth with her chubby little hands. She then stretches her arms to be able to reach Roman's face.

Roman laughs and kisses the tip of her nose, "Yes, yes, you are, aren't you?". He looks at Logan who watches them with a small smile adorning his face.

The two of them exchange loving glances as they continue to stare at their daughter lovingly while he sways her side to side, trying to lull her back to sleep. He turns back to look at Logan who is watching them with a loving expression on his face. "You are a natural with kids, Ro." Logan comments. Roman snickers as he responds, "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's part of my charm." Logan rolls his eyes affectionately as he chuckles at his husband's antics.

"Anyway, don't you have work to attend to, Lo?"

"Hmm, I do. But I want to treasure this moment one more time."

Logan got back from work earlier than usual today. He hangs his coat on the coat hanger and walked to the living room, slightly confused why it was so quiet. He looked around and notices that his husband wasn't around and decides to go upstairs and check if they were there. He peeks inside their bedroom and sees his husband lying on their bed asleep while hugging their also-sleeping daughter, still holding onto her as he slept. Logan couldn't help but smile widely at the scene. He silently goes closer to them and brushes the hair away from both their faces. Logan then leans down and plants a small kiss on each of their foreheads.

"Lo? You're back already?" Roman asks as he stirs awake, his drowsy eyes looking at his lover questionably. Logan nods, smiling fondly at him, "Yes. I've just come from work. How was your day? How's our little lovebug doing?" He replied, stroking their daughter's cheek. She starts to babble in her sleep in response, causing Logan to smile at how cute she was being.

"She's very well-behaved today, so far." Roman chuckles, turning his attention back to their daughter. "Anyway, I gotta put her in her crib so we can eat." He says as he carefully sat up and shifted her into his arms. Logan watched amusedly as his husband bounced their sleeping daughter slightly in an attempt to make sure that she was properly settled in.

Logan queries as he followed after his husband who exited their bedroom and headed to their daughter's nursery room, "You waited for me?". He asked as they entered the room. "Why of course! I want us to eat dinner together." Roman hums, setting their daughter down in her crib. He then turns to Logan and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close to himself.

"Hello there, starry night~" Roman greeted with a wide grin. Logan rolls his eyes playfully as he returns his husband's embrace, wrapping his arm around Roman's neck. "Hello to you too, Mr. Sunshine." Logan hums. Roman nuzzles his nose against Logan's collarbone. "I missed you, love." He whispered. Logan blushed at Roman's remark, burying his face in Roman's hair. "And I missed you as well. Very much.". Roman then pulls away and grabs Logan's hand. "Now come along, let's go eat some dinner. I've made us something special tonight.".

Logan took his empty plate and stood up from his seat and walked towards Roman who glanced up at him skeptically. "Are you done eating?" Logan queries. Roman nodded casually and stood up as well, "Yeah, I'm done. Are you going to clean the dishes? If so, let me help you." He offered, grabbing his plate. Logan smiled warmly at him, "It's alright, I can handle it, Roman.". He says before reaching to take the plate from Roman's hands but the latter shakes his head.

"No no no, let me help you. I insist.". Logan rolled his eyes and gave him a fond smile.

"Alright, fine. You can help."

He acquiesces. Roman beams at Logan before heading into the kitchen. Logan follows suit, placing their plates in the sink. As they were washing their dishes, Roman glanced at his husband who seems quite preoccupied at the moment. A smile forms on his face as he observes his husband. He loved Logan so much, he loved everything about him. His good qualities, his imperfections, his beauty, everything about him. Logan could be the most stubborn person he knew yet he would still end up giving him everything that he wanted and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with him and him only.

"You are staring, Roman. Something in your mind?" Logan asks as he turns around to face Roman. Roman immediately averts his gaze back to the dishes. "Nothing... I'm just thinking how lucky I am to marry a man like you." He whispers before he finally manages to meet Logan's eyes. Logan smiles warmly at him and leans to kiss his lips gently. "As am I, Ro. You're always there when I need you, I'm thankful that I'm blessed with such a wonderful husband as you.". He stated, his eyes shining brightly.

"I love you, my nightingale..."

"I love you too, my supernova."

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Big Corp Inc. (19/43)

Chapter 19: Stuck between a Rock and a Hardon

The end of the month was approaching all too quickly. Candy had already been served with an eviction notice that would come into effect on the 1st, if she wasn’t able to scrounge up the money for at least a month’s rent. She had been working at Big Corp Inc. for a couple of weeks now without any mention of pay or having a paycheck in hand. As Candy left for work, her landlord Bob accosted her on her way down the stairs with a “gentle” reminder that she only had a few days left. Candy acknowledged his words and headed out with a twisting feeling in her gut.

She knew the only way to sort the matter out would be to discuss it with her boss. The thought terrified her, since she was more frightened of him than ever, now that she was fully aware of what he was capable of doing. He had eased off his harassment a fraction, not wanting to push her into outright quitting, but his eyes were always on her. She knew he was biding his time, waiting to strike like the vicious snake that he was. And now, unless she wanted to end up homeless, she had no choice but to approach him.

Her thoughts roiled and churned in her brain as she rode the railcar to work. She watched the scenery fly by, full of gargantuan buildings and people. Candy had figured, after working with Giants for a couple of weeks, she would’ve become accustomed to everything and everyone around her being so large. While she had, to some extent, overcome that initial anxiety, she had fresh fears with the awareness of what some Giants were cruel enough to do to her. She had never imagined that anybody would eat her whole, since she believed Giants were civilized like humans, yet such a thing had happened more than once. She shuddered.

Candy departed from the railway station and crossed the human walkway, ignoring the Giant feet stomping around her, stepping over her head, and vibrating the ground below. She was relieved to see Bianca ahead of her in the lobby, strolling towards the elevator.

“Bianca!” Candy called with a wave. “Mind giving me a lift?”

Bianca turned around and smiled. “Sure thing, Candy!” She lowered her hand to the ground so Candy could climb up into her palm. “How’s everything going? I thought I saw you with that handsome gentleman Martin the other day,” she teased in a singsong voice, flashing Candy a knowing smile.

Candy blushed and cupped her face in her hands. “Oh, him? Why, yes… yes you did… he’s quite charming, isn’t he?” She wriggled with delight in Bianca’s hand as she thought about the attractive Giant. “Thanks for your advice regarding courtship, by the way. I used the information you gave me about him liking sweets and baked him a cake. Needless to say, he was very pleased!”

“I’m glad to hear things are working out between you two lovebirds,” Bianca remarked with a smile. She patted Candy on the head with her fingertip.

“Oh, Bianca! I meant to ask you something. When’s payday?” Candy looked up at the Giantess, anxious for an answer.

“Payday was yesterday. You didn’t get your check? You should have, since you’ve been here long enough. At least for your first week.” Candy shook her head despondently. “Did you get direct deposit set up? If not, Mr. Hardon probably has your paper check.”

“No…” Candy sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to talk to him sometime today.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Bianca questioned, a note of worry in her tone.

“No, I can handle it,” Candy responded. She was tempted, but she didn’t want to be dependent on others for everything. She realized she needed to be brave. She was aware that she would be forced to face her boss eventually. Mr. Hardon didn’t have the power to withhold her pay from her. Besides, she knew Bianca hated being around Mr. Hardon as much as she did.

“Well… alright then. Good luck,” Bianca replied, placing Candy on her desk. “See you around.” Candy logged into her computer and started typing. She was procrastinating the inevitable. She really didn’t want to interact with Mr. Hardon if she could help it. After her long week of getting lost and typing on an oversized keyboard, her limbs were sore and tired, and she struggled to stay focused. She was stressed. She decided to sneak out for lunch early. She rode the capsule launcher down to the floor and exited her cubicle into the hallway.

She looked across the expansive hall, at Mr. Hardon’s office. The door was wide open and he was sitting at his desk. She could see him, high above her head, scrolling on his computer with a bored look on his face. Candy recognized that this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to him. Her heart started to pound with fear. She forced her feet to move forward, across the long distance. Before she knew it she was inside his personal office. As she got closer to his desk, the vast edifice blocked him from her view. She circled around, trying to keep her footsteps quiet so her heels wouldn’t clack on the floor and give away her position. Eventually, she rounded the desk and found herself next to Mr. Hardon’s massive shoes. She stared up at the behemoth towering over her, oblivious to her presence.

Candy gave a small cough and spoke up. “Mr… Mr. Hardon? Sir?” He looked down and his eyes gleamed with recognition. He swiveled his chair so he was facing the human and leaned over. Candy gulped as she gazed up at the Giant. He was just so damn big. Every inch of him. Even his shoes, splayed out on either side of her, were the size of yachts. His physicality wasn’t the only thing that frightened her, however—it was the hungry glint in his eyes. Like he was eager to chomp her up. Candy, briefly, was at a loss for words.

“What can I do for you, Candy?” Mr. Hardon asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on his fist.

Candy bit her lip nervously but forced herself to speak. “Um… I was wondering… if… if you had… my… um… p-paycheck?” She labored to expel each word.

“Hmmm… let me see,” Mr. Hardon answered, drawing out each word and scratching the side of his head. He rummaged through his desk drawer and pulled out a Giant-sized envelope. “Ah! Here it is!” He plopped it down on the floor in front of Candy, nearly knocking her back with the gust of air it produced.

Candy stared at the massive envelope. It was easily larger than her entire body. Even the short side of the rectangular shape was longer than she was tall. “Are you serious?” she balked. “I’m not going to be able to cash this!”

Mr. Hardon grinned wider. He bent over in his huge chair with a creak so he was closer to Candy’s level, while still looming over her with menace. “If you want, I can fix that problem for you—for a price, of course…” He reached his hand toward Candy.

Candy yelped and jumped back. “No, no, I’m good!” She gripped the envelope by the corner and labored to drag it away. Me. Hardon watched with amusement as she pulled it slowly across the floor, like an ant dragging a large leaf. He couldn’t resist teasing her a little further and picked up the opposite end of the envelope, raising it up to his face with Candy still clinging to the bottom. She was so surprised she released her hold, but Mr. Hardon was ready with his hand directly below her so she wouldn’t fall to her death. When she realized she was in his hand, she went rigid with fear. The Giant deposited her on the desk, still holding her check in his hand out of her reach.

“Here, let me open this for you,” he offered, tearing open the envelope and sliding the check out. “Ooh, look at that! You made 400 BB! Not bad for a week of work!” He waved the check in front of her, as if taunting her with it.

“Wait... the company is paying me in Big Bucks? That can’t be right,” Candy said, perturbed. “That’s Giant currency. I can’t use that on the small side of the city...” Her situation was getting worse by the second. She had a check that was too large for her to cash, comprised of currency that she couldn’t use. Mr. Hardon grinned at her distress. He knew full well what he was doing; this time, he was using his cunning, playing the long game. He knew Candy would have to cooperate with him, inevitably.

“My offer stands, Candy,” he recited smoothly. “I’m willing to help you, but as you know, I expect something in return...” He brushed his fingertip against her face, then ran it down the side of her body, tracing her curves. Candy froze up, unsure what to do. Capitulating to his lascivious whims was not an option for her, but she needed the money badly. She was in a difficult pinch.

She’d have to find another way. “Let me off your desk, please,” she asserted, trying and failing to keep her voice steady.

“Of course, darling,” Mr. Hardon replied. He wrapped his fingers around her and swept her up in his palm. Candy really didn’t want to be handled by the Giant, but she didn’t have much of a choice. He took her over to her desk and paused, raising the small human up to his face. “I know you’ll come around, Candy,” he said in a low, deep voice. “You really don’t have any other options, do you?” He stared at her for an uncomfortable span of time. Candy looked away, holding back her tears. She didn’t want him to see how upset she was, but she could hardly hide her insurmountable negative emotions. He lowered his hand, allowing her to dismount on her own, and left her check beside her, then strolled off to get some lunch.

Candy stared blankly at her computer screen, deep in thought. She wanted to cry. She didn’t know what to do. She had traveled all the way to the large side of the city to find a job, overcame her fears, struggled to work with equipment not scaled to her size, and suffered through all that abuse with Ronny and Mr. Hardon, and she was no closer to her goal than when she started. She was still flat broke and inches away from losing her apartment. All she had to show for all her hard work was money she couldn’t use, a giant check she couldn’t cash. She felt like giving up.

“Hi, Candy!” Martin’s sonorous voice greeted her from above. Candy turned around to respond and forced a smile.

“Why, hello, Martin! It’s good to see you,” she replied. Her facial expression may have been forced, but her sentiment was genuine. “What’s up?”

“I just thought, you know, maybe you’d like some help getting to the break room, since it’s lunchtime,” Martin said, fidgeting with his hands. He became puzzled. “What’s that, Candy? Your paycheck? It looks too big for you to lug around.”

Candy sighed. “Yeah. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it. No human bank will cash a check that size!”

“Why don’t you take it to a Giant bank?” Martin suggested. “I’d be happy to escort you, if you’d like…”

Candy perked up. “Really? You’d do that for me, Martin?”

“Of course! And actually, I was going to ask if… maybe you’d like to go out to dinner with me tonight? But, but, don’t feel pressured! You don’t have to if you don’t want to! We’ll still go to the bank either way.” Martin blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I’d love to!” Candy answered enthusiastically. Martin smiled and held out his hand. Candy jumped into his palm, beaming. She felt like, with Martin on her side, everything would turn out alright.

Chapter 20

First chapter

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Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - Quarter Final Drop

one shot based on the quarter-final game the other week

“It’s game day! It’s game day!” Kyra’s excitement filled the kitchen as she bounced around, her voice a singsong melody of energy, “It’s game day, game day, game daaaay!”

Lia stood by the kitchen counter, her expression a mixture of patience and fondness as she watched the younger Australian be her usual energetic self, “Not until you’ve eaten breakfast, little one,” she motioned toward the plate of untouched toast on the table.

“But I’m not hungry!” Kyra declared, still bouncing on her toes, her body practically vibrating with anticipation–standing still wasn’t even an option for her this morning.

“You need to try and eat, even if you’re excited about the game, Ky,” Lia said firmly, though her tone remained soft and coaxing,

“Nope, I’m fine!” Kyra chirped back, dodging around the kitchen as though avoiding the mere thought of food.

Lia sighed, already anticipating where this was heading. She’d sensed it all morning–Kyra was on the brink of slipping fully into her little headspace. The signs were unmistakable: the boundless energy, the playful defiance, and the way she clung to Lia’s every word as if testing her limits and silently asking for her to take charge.

Still, Lia wasn’t about to rush her. She’d let Kyra try to stay ‘big’ and handle getting herself ready, but she wasn’t leaving anything to chance. With quiet foresight, she’d already packed Kyra’s bag with all her baby essentials, just in case.

“Ky, come on,” Lia sighed, already sensing where this was going, “Don’t be stubborn…”

“I’m not hungry! I’m too excited!” Kyra exclaimed, her enthusiasm spilling over as she twirled on the spot.

“Excited or not, you need to eat something,” Lia’s voice was calm, but the warning in it was clear, “Come sit down, please.”

“I don’t wanna!” Kyra whined, her tone teetering dangerously close to full-on tantrum territory.

Lia exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Kyra, sit down. Now.”

“Nooo!” Kyra wailed dramatically, throwing herself onto the sofa as though she’d just been dealt the greatest injustice.

“She seems more hyper than usual,” Leah remarked, barely glancing up from her bowl of cereal as she watched the scene unfold.

“And more annoying than ever,” Alessia added, earning a sharp look from Lia.

“Kyra,” Lia tried again, kneeling down to her level, her tone softer this time, “Baby, I need you to eat something before the game. You can’t play on an empty stomach, can you?”

Kyra’s resolve wavered momentarily, but she shook her head, her pout deepening, “I don’t wanna, Mommy.”

“Kyra,” Lia warned, her patience getting thinner by the second.

“Nooo!” Kyra still continued to refuse, “You can’t make me!”

Lia closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as though summoning the patience of a saint. Then, finally, she stood and crossed the room in one swift motion, “Alright, if you’re going to be like this, then we’ll do it my way.”

Before Kyra could bolt, Lia scooped her up and deposited her firmly into her lap at the table.

“No, let me go, Mommy! Let me go!” Despite Kyra’s squawking protests and flailing limbs, Lia kept her securely in place, “I don’t want to eat. You can’t make me!”

“Open up, Ky,” Lia said, holding a piece of toast near her mouth.

“No,” Kyra pouted, turning her head dramatically to the side.

“She’s being really difficult today,” Alessia noted, her voice light but tinged with exasperation.

“More than usual,” Leah added dryly, showing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, “Even when she’s got all of Mommy’s attention.”

“Le,” Lia shot her a sharp look.

“What? It’s true,” Leah muttered, smirking slightly.

“Someone’s jealous,” Mariona teased as she strolled into the kitchen, Laia trailing behind her wearing her Arsenal hoodie that was far too big for her.

“Hi!” Laia chirped, her voice bright and bubbly as she fumbled with the hoodie’s drawstrings–strings that seemed dangerously close to ending up in her mouth. Spotting Alessia, her face lit up in excitement, “Lessi!” she squealed, immediately making a beeline for the blonde.

Alessia, who had been teetering on the edge of her own little headspace all morning, couldn’t resist the pull any longer. A delighted grin spread across her face as she reached for Laia, “Codi!” she exclaimed, her voice softening as she let herself slip fully into her little self.

“Everything okay in here?” Mariona asked, raising an eyebrow as she surveyed the scene.

“Someone doesn’t want to eat her breakfast and is being very stubborn about it,” Lia explained with a sigh, shifting her attention back to Kyra, “Come on, baby. You need to eat.”

“More stubborn than usual,” Leah quipped, earning another disapproving look from Lia, “And now there’s two of them, great.”

“Be nice,” Lia told her.

Ultimately, Leah backed down.

Mariona chuckled as she saw the way Lia, who was still trying to wrestle Kyra into eating her breakfast, “Looks like you’ve got your hands full today.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Lia replied with a tired sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Kyra’s face, kissing her temple again, trying to soothe her fussing, “Ky, baby, just one more bite, okay? You’re doing so well.”

Kyra grumbled, her pout deepening as she reluctantly took another bite of toast. She chewed slowly, clearly making her displeasure known with every exaggerated chew.

Meanwhile, Alessia and Laia were busy whispering to each other in the corner, their giggles rising like bubbles.

“What are you two up to?” Mairona asked suspiciously.

“Nuffin’!” They both chroused, their innocent expressions fooling no one.

“Codi, what’s in your hoodie pocket?” Mariona questioned, half amusedly.

Laia froze, her hand halfway to her hoodie pocket, where the faint outline of something could be seen. Alessia immediately burst into laughter, giving the game away.

“Laia…” Mariona’s tone was stern but amused.

“It’s just… sweets!” Laia admitted, pulling out a handful of brightly coloured sweets, while she looked sheepish but unapologetic, “For later!”

“For later,” Mariona echoed, shaking her head with a fond sigh, “You’re impossible sometimes, Codi.”

“Lessi wanted some too!” Laia defended, pointing to Alessia, who tried to stifle her giggles.

Lia, finally managing to get Kyra to finish her toast, looked over at the commotion, “What’s going on over there?”

“Laia’s hoarding sweets again,” Mariona said, holding up the evidence.

Kyra perked up at the mention of sweets, her pout vanishing in an instant, “Sweets? I want some!” she chirped, suddenly wiggling out of Lia’s lap and making a beeline for Laia and Alessia.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Lia called after her, standing up quickly, “You’ve just had breakfast, Ky. No sweets for you.”

“But Mommy!” Kyra whined, already halfway across the room.

Leah leaned back in her chair, smirking as she watched the chaos unfold, “This is going to be a long day,” she muttered under her breath.

Mariona chuckled, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter, “You’re not wrong. But it’s never boring, is it?”

Lia managed to scoop Kyra up just before she could raid Laia’s sweet stash, earning an indignant squeal from the younger girl, “No sweets,” she said firmly, though her tone was still gentle.

Kyra huffed, crossing her arms with a dramatic pout, “You’re mean, Mommy.”

“And you’re a little rascal,” Lia replied with a small smile, kissing her on the forehead.

Leah glanced at the clock on the wall, “We need to get moving soon, or we’re going to be late to meet everyone on the bus.”

“Right,” Lia agreed, setting Kyra down and giving her a playful pat on the bottom, “Go finish getting ready and no dawdling, please.”

The team bus hummed with chatter and the occasional burst of laughter as they made their way to Brighton for the game.

Most of the players were scattered across their seats, either engrossed in music, scrolling through their phones, or quietly relaxing.

Then there was Kyra.

Perched on her seat, Kyra was a whirlwind of energy. She had set her sights on Leah, who was sitting across the aisle beside Lia. The two of them were in the middle of a conversation when Kyra leaned over and poked Leah in the arm.

Once. Twice. Then three times.

“Ky, stop,” Leah said without even looking at her, her tone firm but not overly harsh.

“Stop what?” Kyra chirped, her grin wide and unapologetic as she poked Leah again, this time on the shoulder.

“Kyra!” Leah’s voice had a sharper edge now, but still, she didn’t look directly at her.

Kyra, naturally, didn’t listen. Instead, she poked her again, harder this time.

“Kyra!” Leah’s head snapped up, glaring at her little sister, but Kyra only giggled, clearly delighted with herself.

“Fine, I’ll leave you alone,” Kyra said sweetly, but her eyes were already darting towards her next target.

Alessia, curled up in her seat by the window, had her favourite blanket clutched tightly to her chest as she slipped deeper into her little headspace. Kyra’s eyes lit up mischievously as she reached over and tugged at the edge of the blanket.

“Ky, no!” Alessia squeaked, clutching the fabric closer to her body.

“But it looks soooo cosy!” Kyra teased, tugging again, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

“It’s mine!” Alessia whined, her pout growing as she tried to keep a tight clutch of her blanket, “Mommy! Tell Ky to stop it!”

Lia, seated beside Leah, turned her head just in time to see the struggle, “Kyra,” she began in a gentle but firm tone of voice, “We don’t take things that don’t belong to us. Leave Lessi’s blanket alone. Now, please.”

“I’m only messin’ Mommy!” Kyra huffed, crossing her arms, “Fine,” she muttered, but the glint in her eye suggested she wasn’t done causing trouble just yet.

Moments later, Steph let out a sharp yelp.

“Kyra!” The Australian woman exclaimed, rubbing her arm where Kyra had just sunk her teeth–not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to surprise.

“I’m a piranha, Stephy!” Kyra declared triumphantly, making exaggerated chomping motions with her teeth.

“More like a pest,” Steph retorted, glaring at her while Caitlin snorted from the seat beside her.

But Kyra wasn’t finished yet.

Caitlin didn’t even see it coming. One moment, she was scrolling through her phone, and the next, Kyra leaned over and licked a broad stripe up her arm.

“Ew, Kyra!” Caitlin yelped, jerking her arm away in disgust, “Seriously?”

Kyra giggled, clearly delighted by the chaos she was causing, while Caitlin shot her a look of pure exasperation.

“Mommy! Can you control her?” Caitlin called toward Lia to get her attention, her voice dripping with annoyance as she tried to wipe the lingering sensation from her skin.

“Kyra,” Lia said, her tone steady, though the amusement in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t fully upset–just trying to reign her in.

“I’m innocent, Mommy!” Kyra protested dramatically, throwing her hands up in mock surrender, her face the picture of exaggerated innocence.

“You don’t seem like you are, right now,” Lia said, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of a smile that Kyra wasn’t quite able to catch, “Behave, please.”

“I’m not doin’ nuffin’ that bad!”Kyra huffed, crossing her arms definitely as she leaned back in her seat, trying to act nonchalant. But as the bus rumbled on, a wave of exhaustion slowly crept over her.

“Sure you’re not, you’re just being a little pest,” Leah chimed in, her voice laced with amusement but tinged with mild annoyance.

Kyra pouted, the whirlwind of energy that had kept her buzzing all morning had finally started to fade. She slumped back into her seat, the spark in her eyes dimming as the tiredness set in, turning her playful energy into a whiny, clingy kind of exhaustion.

“Mommy,” Kyra whined, her voice wobbling as she rubbed her eyes, “I’m sleepy.”

Lia glanced back, her expression softening immediately, “You are? Come here, baby,” she said, patting her lap, her voice full of warmth.

Kyra didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled out of her seat and hurried over, disregarding Leah’s personal space entirely as she clambered onto Lia’s lap.

“Ow, Ky,” Leah grumbled, flinching as Kyra brushed past her, “Seriously? Personal space, pest.”

Kyra didn’t seem to care, her tired eyes already half-lidded as she curled up against Lia’s chest with a soft whine.

“She’s fine, Le. Leave her be,” Lia said, her voice gentle as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl, stroking her back soothingly.

“Typical,” Leah muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she watched the scene, “Of course, the baby gets away with blue murder.”

Lia smiled softly at the little bundle of exhaustion in her arms, pressing a kiss to Kyra’s temple, “You’re my little whirlwind, aren’t you?” she murmured, lovingly.

Kyra didn’t respond, too tired to do anything but melt into the warmth of Lia’s embrace, her earlier bratty behaviour forgotten as the comfort of being held overtook her.

“Took her long enough, didn’t it?” Steph remarked with a chuckle across the aisles.

Leah sighed, still slightly irritated but unable to hide the hint of affection in her voice, “I swear she’s just trying to hog all of your attention tonight.”

“There’s no need to be jealous, Le,” Lia replied, her voice lighthearted as she adjusted Kyra in her lap, “I have enough attention for all of you.”

By the time they arrived at the stadium, the energy on the bus had shifted. The excitement of the away game had dimmed a little as players stretched and began preparing for the match ahead.

But for Kyra, the final stretch of the journey had completely drained her.

She was now a sleepy, spaced-out version of her usual self. Once the bus came to a halt, Lia gently helped her out of her seat, and Kyra barely registered the movement, her steps sluggish as she was led off the bus.

“Come on angel. Time to get off now,” Lia coaxed, her voice soft and soothing.

“M’ feelin’ sleepy, Mommy,” Kyra mumbled, her words slurred as she leaned into Lia for support, her eyes barely open.

“I know, baby, I know you’re tired, but we’ve got a game to win, remember?” Lia said patiently, brushing a strand of Kyra’s hair away from her face.

Kyra gave a half-hearted nod, though it was clear she wasn’t fully processing Lia’s words. The noise of the stadium seemed so far away, muffled by the haze of exhaustion clouding her mind. Kyra stayed close to Lia, holding onto her hand with a soft, absent-minded grip as they walked through the bustling area toward the locker rooms.

“You’re doing so well, Ky. Just a bit longer,” Lia encouraged, but Kyra’s head lolled slightly, her eyelids fluttering as she practically dozed off mid-step.

“M’ tired,” Kyra whined.

“Ky, no, no–stay with me, little one,” Lia said, her tone firm but kind, giving Kyra’s hand a gentle squeeze to keep her grounded. She stopped walking for a moment, crouching slightly to meet Kyra’s droopy gaze, “You can’t fall asleep yet, baby. I know you’re tired but we’ve got a big game, remember? I need you to be my big girl and stay awake for me.”

Kyra blinked at her, her expression dazed, “But m’ so sleepy, Mommy,” she whined softly, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“I know you are, but let’s see if we can wake you up a little, okay? Big girl headspace now, yeah? Just for a little while,” Lia said gently, standing back up and guiding Kyra forward again.

As they approached the locker room, Lia kept talking to her, asking her small questions to keep her mind engaged, “Do you remember what tactics we talked about earlier? What’s your job on the pitch today?”

Kyra mumbled something incoherent at first, but Lia patiently repeated the question, keeping her tone light and encouraging. Finally, Kyra perked up just enough to mumble, “Win the ball… and pass it.”

“That’s right, good girl,” Lia praised, rubbing Kyra’s back as they stepped into the locker room, “Now, let’s get you ready. You’ve got to be a big girl now, remember?”

Kyra nodded sluggishly, still teetering on the edge of her little headspace, but Lia could see the faintest flicker of focus returning. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her started.

“Mommy! Mommy! Did you see it? I scored!” Kyra squealed, practically bouncing in place, her wide grin lighting up the entire locker room.

“I did, baby. It was great,” Lia replied warmly, her voice soft with pride, “I’m so proud of you!”

The match had been a hard-fought victory, and the team was buzzing with the satisfaction of a job well done. The locker room was alive with chatter, laughter, and replaying key moments from the game.

But Kyra? Kyra was on cloud nine.

She hadn’t just scored any goal–this was her first goal for the club. It was a moment she’d been dreaming of, and now, with the game over, her big-girl headspace had melted away, leaving her fully nestled in her little side.

Lia had kept a close eye on her throughout the match. A mild injury had forced her off the pitch sooner than she wanted, but it had allowed her to watch from the sidelines, quietly offering grounding touches and encouragement during water breaks when Kyra’s energy began to waver. And now, seeing the way Kyra glowed as she curled up on the bench, Lia’s heart swelled with pride.

“Look at you, superstar,” Leah chimed in as she knelt in front of Kyra, deciding–just this once–to be nice and help the younger girl untie her boots, “Scoring a goal like that? It was incredible, Ky!”

Kyra giggled, her excitement bubbling over as she kicked her feet lightly while Leah pulled off her boots, “Was it really good?” She asked, her thumb slipping into her mouth as she looked up shyly.

“It wasn’t just good. It was brilliant,” Leah reassured her, leaning forward to ruffle her hair, “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d have the energy after being such a pest earlier.”

Kyra pouted for a split second, but the teasing didn’t stick. She was far too happy to be bothered. Instead, she let out a delighted squeal, wriggling in her seat, “I did it! I scored!”

“You sure did,” Lia said as she moved closer, taking Kyra’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You made me so, so proud out there, baby.”

Kyra’s cheeks flushed at the praise, and she buried her face in Lia’s arm, giggling softly. Her earlier nervousness about whether she’d done well had completely disappeared, replaced with the overwhelming warmth of knowing she’d made her Mommy proud.

“Now that’s over,” Lia began softly, brushing a thumb over Kyra’s flushed cheeks, “How about we get you all cosy now, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Kyra chirped, immediately raising her arms in a silent request to be picked up.

Lia smiled, shaking her head fondly but obliging as she scooped up the younger girl into her arms. Kyra snuggled in close, her thumb still firmly in her mouth, clearly content with the world around her.

“Oh, you’re milking this now, aren’t you?” Caitlin teased from across the locker room, though there was no malice in her tone–just fondness for her little sister.

“And why shouldn’t she?” Steph cut in, a wide grin on her face as she tossed Kyra’s blanket over to Lia, “She deserves it for that goal.”

“Thank you,” Lia said pointedly, catching the blanket with ease, “Unlike some of you, I fully intend to spoil my girl tonight.”

Lia shifted Kyra in her arms and began heading toward a quieter corner of the locker room to get her ready, “Let’s get you into your jammies, yeah?”

“Mommy?” Alessia’s soft hesitant voice caught Lia’s attention.

Lia turned to find Alessia nearby, her wide blue eyes a little glassy, and her posture shy. It was clear from her tone and demeanour that Alessia had slipped into her own little headspace, though she looked unsure whether it was okay to ask for comfort right now.

Lia sighed softly, smiling at the blonde girl, “Come here, Lessi,” she said warmly, reaching out a hand, “Are you tired, baby?”

Alessia immediately shuffled over, leaning into Lia’s side as soon as she was close, “Tired,” She mumbled, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her jersey.

“Sounds like I have two little ones to get ready for bed,” Lia said, juggling Alessia’s presence and Kyra’s sleepy weight in her arms, “Steph, can you grab Alessia’s bag for me?”

“Sure,” Steph called, already moving to help.

With both girls settled in the quieter corner, Lia set Kyra down on the bench, propping her ip with her blanket, “Stay here for me, Ky. I’ll get you sorted in just a second,” She murmured, brushing Kyra’s hair back.

“Mommy, I wan’ Bill,” Kyra whined, her voice small as she reached for the comforting presence of her koala stuffie.

Lia did a quick scan of the room, her eyes landing on Bill nestled on the nearby bench. She picked him up and handed him over to Kyra, who immediately snuggled up to the plush toy with a content sigh. Lia smiled softly at her, ensuring the koala was securely tucked into Kyra’s arms as the Australian girl’s eyelids fluttered, her grip on the plush toy tightening with comfort.

Lia’s gaze shifted to Alessia, who stood by the locker with wide, eager eyes, clearly ready for the comfort of bedtime.

“Alright, Lessi,” Lia murmured gently, brushing a lock of hair from Alessia’s face, “Let’s get you ready for bed, sweetheart.”

Alessia nodded eagerly, her hands tugging at the hem of her shirt as she looked at Lia with a quiet, trusting gaze. Lia gently guided her over to the bench where she could be comfortable, making sure to be slow and gentle as she helped Alessia out of her clothes, aware that her little one was growing more and more tired with each passing minute.

Once Alessia was in a fresh nappy, Lia slipped the soft, pastel pink star-themed pyjamas over her body. The cotton fabric shimmered slightly under the light, and the adorable star patterns made Alessia look even smaller and more vulnerable in the best way. Lia adjusted the pyjamas carefully, making sure they weren’t too tight and that Alessia could move comfortably in them.

“There we go, sweetheart,” Lia whispered, brushing a few stray hairs from Alessia’s face and adjusting the sleeves of her pyjamas, “You look like a little star, Lessi.”

Alessia smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the comfort of the soft pyjamas. Lia pulled her close for a moment, wrapping her arms around her tightly, “Blankie, Mommy?”

“It’s right here, Lessi,” Lia smiled, gently handing Alessia’s beloved blanket to her, “You’re all ready for bed now, my sweet angel. Do you want to go and sit with Le while I get Ky ready for bed?”

Alessia nodded, shuffling in the direction of where Leah was sitting nearby. As soon as Alessia saw her, Leah opened her arms wide, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“Hi, Lessi Bear,” Leah greeted her softly.

“Hi, Le,” Alessia mumbled, her eyes half-closed as she snuggled up against Leah’s side, “M’ tired…”

“I know, it’s been a long day. You can sleep now,” Leah whispered, her voice soft and soothing.

With Alessia content and safe in Leah’s arms, Lia shifted her focus back to Kyra, still curled up with her koala, her eyes beginning to close as she slipped deeper into her little headspace.

“Hi, baby,” Lia cooed softly, kneeling next to her, “Shall we get you all cosy in your jammies?”

Kyra, already in her little headspace, looked up at Lia with sleepy eyes, her thumb pressed into her mouth as she reached out for Lia’s attention.

“Oh, you’re so tired, aren’t you?” Lia cooed, making gentle work of changing Kyra into a fresh nappy. She then reached for the astronaut-themed pyjamas that she’d picked out for her, the ones covered in rockets, planets and stars. Kyra’s face brightened immediately, her eyes sparkling with excitement despite her obvious tiredness.

“You like these ones, don’t you?” Lia asked softly, already knowing the answer.

Kyra nodded with a sleepy smile, “Yes,” she whispered, still clutching Bill in her arms as Lia slipped the soft pyjamas over her. The fabric hugged her body comfortably, and Kyra let out a content sigh, already lost in the warmth of her pyjamas and the comfort of her mommy’s care.

“There you go,” Lia whispered, brushing Kyra’s hair back and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, “My little astronaut, all set for bed.”

“M’ an astronaut, Mommy!” Kyra let out a soft giggle, her excitement over the space-themed pjs making her momentarily forget how sleepy she was, “I’m gonna go to space!”

Lia chuckled quietly as she scooped Kyra up, lifting her gently into her arms while mindful of the little one’s sleepy state, “Shall we find your paci so you can stop putting your fingers in your mouth, baby?” She asked, already searching to find the item.

Kyra, barely conscious, let out a soft whine, her thumb still pressed into her mouth as she clung to Lia.

Lia smiled, her fingers brushing through Kyra’s hair as she found the pacifier nestled in her bag. She gently offered it to Kyra, who accepted it with a sleepy sigh, her thumb quickly being replaced by the paci.

“That’s better, huh?” Lia whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Kyra’s forehead, her lips lingering for just a moment longer as she pulled her close.

“Come on, angel,” Lia murmured gently, rocking Kyra in her arms, “Let’s go sit with Le and Lessi.”

Kyra whined softly, her face scrunching in reluctance, “Don’t wanna move, Mommy,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her paci. Her small pout was unmistakable, and she snuggled even closer to Lia, burying her face in her neck.

Lia’s heart melted as she sighed gently, tightening her hold on Kyra, “I know, baby. But won’t it be better if we’re all snuggling together, hmm?”

Kyra shook her head stubbornly, her soft whines growing louder as she clung tighter to Lia, “No, Mommy,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against Lia’s shoulder, “Stay here, Mommy. Don’t wanna go.”

“Oh, I see,” Lia chuckled softly, her fingers brushing soothingly up and down Kyra’s back, “I’ve got a grumpy little one on my hands tonight, haven’t I?”

“M’ not grumpy,” Kyra mumbled, though her pouty tone and the way she burrowed closer told a different story.

Lia hummed with a smile, clearly unconvinced, “I don’t think that’s true, baby. But it’s okay. Mommy doesn’t mind her grumpy girl.”

As Lia approached the bench where Leah and Alessia were nestled together, she couldn’t help but glance at the pair. Alessia was fast asleep, her head resting peacefully on Leah’s chest, her features soft and serene, but Lia couldn’t help but notice the faint shadow of frustration in Leah’s eyes, her fingers gently stroking the top of Alessia’s head.

Lia paused for a moment, tightening her hold on Kyra as she studied Leah’s expression. She smiled softly, “Let’s join them, baby. It’ll be nice, I promise.”

Kyra huffed, her tone heavy with stubborn exhaustion, “No wan’ sit there,” she whined, clinging to Lia.

“I know, baby,” Lia cooed, swaying gently as she rubbed Kyra’s back, “But it’s just for a little while, and then we’ll get on the bus, head to the hotel, and snuggle up in bed. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Reluctantly, Kyra allowed Lia to settle her on her lap, letting out a small groan of protest as she leaned her head against Lia’s shoulder.

Alessia stirred slightly but quickly settled, her exhaustion too deep to let her wake. She remained curled up against Leah, her breaths slow and steady.

Lia reached over to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind Alessia’s ear before turning her attention to Leah, “What’s wrong, Le?” she asked softly, her voice calm and full of concern.

Leah didn’t respond immediately, her gaze flickering between Alessia and Kyra. Her shoulders rose and fell in a sigh, “You’re giving them all your attention,” she mumbled, her voice a mix of jealousy and a hint of pouting, “It’s not fair.”

“Le,” Lia tilted her head, her expression softening. She reached over and brushed her hand along Leah’s back, “You know that you’ve got my attention too, baby.”

“I know,” Leah replied quietly, though her voice held a vulnerable edge, “But it feels like they’re always wanting you–every second of the day,” her fingers traced the top of Alessia’s head again, but there was an underlying tenderness in the motion, “I’m using to being spoiled by you, and now… well, now there’s these two as well. I miss it being just us two.”

Kyra, lulled into a nearby drowsy state by Lia’s soothing voice whimpered a little, clearly wanting more attention.

“See?” Leah mumbled, gesturing toward Kyra with a slight tilt of her head, “It’s either Less or Ky. It’s never just the two of us anymore.”

Lia tightened her hold on Kyra, her fingers combing through her hair in a steady, calming rhythm, “Le, you know you’re my girl too, right?” she offered, her voice soft but firm as she gazed into Leah’s eyes, “I know it’s been difficult to adjust, but you’ll always get your share of my attention, baby.”

Leah’s gaze softened as she looked at Lia, searching her eyes for reassurance, “You promise?”

“I promise,” Lia said with certainty, holding Leah’s gaze, “We’ll set aside some time just for us soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

Leah exhaled a small sigh, her tension easing bit by bit. The soft sounds of Kyra’s even breathing and Alessia’s peaceful slumber seemed to soothe the atmosphere, and the corner of Leah’s mouth twitched into a faint smile.

“Alright,” Leah murmured, her voice lighter now, a hint of playfulness creeping in, “But don’t be surprised if I come crawling for a cuddle later,” she teased with a smirk, her voice light but carrying a hint of affection.

Lia grinned, leaning over to press a tender kiss to Leah’s cheek, “I’ll always make room for you, Le,” she reassured, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Kyra, sensing the tension ebbing away, nuzzled closer to Lia, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave a satisfied sigh. Lia pulled the blanket a little closer, tucking it around her tightly as she glanced from one little one to the next, then back to Leah.

“We’re going to have a full bed tonight,” Lia whispered, her voice filled with quiet affection.

Leah smiled now, her arms tightening around Alessia protectively, “I’m okay with that,” she replied, her voice warm and filled with love, “As long as I get my share of you, that’s all that matters.”

Back at the hotel, the room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the blanket and the occasional sleepy sigh. The lights were dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the room. On the bed, there was a tangle of limbs and warm bodies formed in an impromptu cuddle pile, the perfect way to wind down after the day’s excitement.

“I want to be close to you,” Leah murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she nestled herself into Lia’s side, her arms wrapping around her. Her eyes fluttered close, but not before she pressed a kiss against Lia’s skin.

Lia smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Leah’s face, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby,” she pressed a soft kiss to Leah’s temple, feeling the weight of their love and connection in the quiet, intimate moment, “You just have to share tonight,” she added, her eyes glancing down at the other girls practically attached to her.

Leah chuckled quietly, “I kind of expected that,” she murmured, settling in even closer, her hand resting protectively over Lia’s.

Kyra, half dozing, let out a soft hum as she shifted closer to Lia, her hand reaching out in search of comfort. Her pacifier bobbed in her mouth, though her eyes stayed half-open as she fought the pull of sleep, “Mommy…” she mumbled, her voice slurred with tiredness, “No’ sleepin’ yet… wanna stay close…”

“I know, baby, we’re all here,” Lia smiled softly, feeling the gentle weight of Kyra against her as she adjusted her hold, “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth as she stroked Kyra’s hair.

Kyra out a small sigh, her hand clinging to Lia’s side as she fought to stay awake. Meanwhile, Alessia had drifted off with a contended sigh, her cheek pressed against Lia’s shoulder. Laia had found a comfortable spot beside Lia, her head resting against the pillow as she fell asleep quickly, a slight smile on her lips as she snuggled into the pile.

With the others falling asleep, Lia turned her attention to Mariona, still awake beside still, “I still owe you a reward,” she whispered, her tone low and laden with affection, a subtle invitation lingering in the air.

Mariona’s eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint, even through her drowsiness, “I was hoping you hadn’t forgotten about that,” she teased, her voice playful yet tender, a soft murmur that blended into the intimate warmth of the room. The noise of the day had melted away, leaving only softness between them.

“You definitely earned it tonight, sweetheart,” Lia whispered, her lips curling into a small, affectionate smile. Her fingers brushed against Mariona’s arm in a quiet, gentle promise, “I have to keep my end of the deal, don’t I? l make sure you’re rewarded properly,” she said, her voice dipped lower as she playfully winked at Mariona.

Mariona’s heart fluttered at the promise, her smile softening as she relaxed into the embrace, comforted by Lia’s closeness. She revelled in the closeness, the unspoken bond between them evident in the way they communicated with touches, whispers and small, shared moments.

Lia’s voice dipped even further, keeping the playfulness in her tone, though with an edge of teasing that sent a shiver down Mariona’s spine, “So,” she began, her fingers lightly tracing a path up Mariona’s bare skin, “How many do you think you deserve, my brilliant goal scorer?” The question was wrapped in a gentle smirk, a teasing challenge in her words as she made her way down Mariona’s skin, her touch soft but electrifying.

Mariona’s smile turned tender as she turned her head to look at Lia, her chest swelling with affection, “I think…” she whispered, her voice sleepy but playful, “I deserve as many as you’re willing to give me.”

“Yeah?” Lia chuckled lowly, a contented hum in her chest as she leaned in, her hand resting on Mariona’s waist, “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear,” she said, her lips brushing against Mariona’s forehead gently.

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years ago

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Beg for It: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Turned this into a full fic for @mantorokk-writes

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, sub!Eddie, bratty!Eddie, dom!Reader, punishment, pegging, handcuffs, begging, crying, sex toys (fleshlight, cock ring), hair pulling, face slapping, safe words (stoplight system), overstimulation, praise.

“Baby”, Eddie singsongs, kneeing his way towards you on the bed.

Sitting against the headboard with your notes and textbook balanced on your lap, you work dutifully to finish your homework. Your professor was an incredibly tough grader, and you could not afford to retake this class…again.

When Eddie flops down beside you and you don’t look up from your lap, he tries again. “Baby”, he calls, this time a few octaves higher.

Looking up briefly, you give him a soft “hi” before turning back to your notes.

Sweeping your hair off of your shoulder, he places a kiss to the soft skin, one hand splayed across your lower back. “Missed you”, he murmurs, warm breath ghosting over your ear, making you shiver.

“Missed you too”, you reply, your pen never lifting from the page.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie’s free hand moves to cradle your cheek, turning your face to look at him.

“Baby”, you sigh, “I’m sorry, I have to finish this.”

“But I’m lonely”, Eddie pouts, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth.

You laugh, turning your gaze back to your lap as you continue to write. “Can you entertain yourself for another half hour? Then I’m all yours. I promise.”

“Deal.” He reaches over into his bedside table, pulling out his worn copy of The Hobbit to entertain himself, getting comfortable as he lounges against the pillows.

Eddie tries. He really, really does. It’s just…he’s so horny today and you’re so pretty, concentrating so hard on your work that your pink tongue pokes out of the side of your mouth. He makes it a whole five minutes before he’s back to bothering you.

His hand slowly inches up your bare thigh, slipping under the leg of your pajama shorts.

“Eddie”, you say, tone disapproving. “What are you doing?”

“M’sorry”, he whines, grinding his growing erection into your hip. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he nips at the skin softly, making his way up to your ear. “Need t’fuck you, baby. Please?”

You pull away from Eddie just as he’s sucking your earlobe into his mouth, his fingertips grazing your clothed clit through your underwear.

“Eds, please. This has to be done by midnight.” You look up from your work, finding Eddie’s sad eyes staring back at you.

Eddie nods over to the clock on the wall that reads 8:57 PM. “Looks like we have plenty of time.”

His hand is back in your shorts, pulling your panties to the side as his ring finger glides through your wet folds. “Need to bury my cock in this pretty pussy, that okay?”

You gasp and buck up into his touch, torn on whether you should forget about your work or just get it done. “N-no, just let me finish and then you can fuck me.”

He snatches the books from your lap, haphazardly throwing them onto his bedside table, where they knock over the half-full open can of Mountain Dew. Before he can react, the green liquid is spilling all over the pages of your notes.

“Eddie!”, you shriek, jumping up to try to save your work. It’s useless, your notes are already soaking wet and illegible.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry”, Eddie grabs the dripping wet notebook and blots it with the sleeve of his shirt.

You’re practically vibrating with anger, eyes closed as you take deep breaths. You know Eddie didn’t do it on purpose, but that doesn’t change the fact that all of your hard work is now lost.

“Eddie”, you say, voice calm with just a hint of bite. “Please clean this up. I need to go email my professor, but I will be back in ten minutes. When I come back, I expect you naked and ready for me. Understood?”

Eyes cast down, he mumbles a yes ma’am before you turn to leave.

Twenty minutes later, Eddie is spread out beneath you, hands cuffed to the headboard as you sink into him, the strap grinding into his sweet spot with every maddeningly slow thrust.

His eyes are wet, blinking back tears as he begs you to fuck him faster, his cries high and needy.

Between you, Eddie’s fucking the fleshlight you’re holding for him, whining when you pull it almost all the way off, the head now the only part of him enveloped in the warm wetness.

“Please”, Eddie gasps, tongue shooting out to lick his dry lips. “Please le-let me fuck it. Wanna cum.”

Biting your lip, you make a show of considering his plea. “Hmm, be good and I’ll think about it.”

Eddie’s leg kicks out, muscles in his arms straining against the cuffs as he thrashes beneath you.

“Hey!”, you warn, pulling the fleshlight off and letting it fall at your side. “Quit acting like a fucking brat”, you hiss, winding your hand into his hair and pulling hard.

“I’m already being so generous, fucking you like this after what you did. I could have left you tied up and begging and ignored you.” Eddie whines at the thought.

“I said I’d think about it if you were good.” The hand not wrapped in his hair moves to caress his cheek, cracking against his skin at the last second. “So be good.”

He moans, a smirk on his lips when you smack him again, cock twitching against his stomach where it rests, precum pooling in the dip of his abs. “That’s not much of a punishment, you know I like it when you hit me.”

“That’s it”, you hiss.

Pulling your hips back, the strap slips from his tight hole, earning a pitiful whine from Eddie. You reach into the bedside table, pulling out his vibrating cock ring.

“Nononono”, Eddie whines as soon as he sees it.

“No?”, you ask, tone full of fake sympathy as you secure the ring as the base of his cock.“You did this to yourself, baby. Just lay back and enjoy.” Your eyes flick up to meet his, “color?”

“Green”, Eddie sighs.

The strap sinks back into him easily as you press the power button on the remote to the cock ring. A desperate moan leaves Eddie’s lips as you fuck him with hard, fast thrusts.

“Please”, Eddie sobs, eyes brimming with tears.

“Please, what?”, you ask.

“Let me-please let me fuck the toy”, he cries.

Grabbing his hips, you angle them up as you scoot forward on your knees, bending him slightly. The new angle lets you slide deeper, the head of your cock nudging his sweet spot.

“You want to fuck the toy?”, you ask. “But I thought you said you wanted to, what did you say again? ‘Need to bury my cock in this pretty pussy.’ Wouldn’t you rather fuck me than a toy?”

He gasps, head nodding frantically. “Yesyesyes”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Wanna fuck you, please.”

Laughing meanly, you pull your hips back until your cock slides out of him. You loosen the buckles on the harness, wriggling out of it as fast as you can.

You straddle Eddie who’s still whining, the vibrations of the cock ring driving him crazy. “You want this pussy?”, you ask, biting back a smile when Eddie whimpers out a yes, ma’am please.

Grabbing the base, you glide the head of his cock between your folds, catching on your clit with every pass.

Eddie’s hips are thrusting up desperately, movements uncoordinated as he tries to sink into you unsuccessfully.

“Yeah? You want it? Beg.”

“I-”, he sniffles, taking in a shaky breath. “Please. Please, baby. I need to fuck you so fuckin’ bad. M’sorry for earlier, I swear.”

“You’ll be good? Take what I give you and thank me for it?”

“Yes”, he he breathes. “Promise.”

“Good boy”, you praise, slotting the head against your entrance and sinking down in one swift motion. “What do you say?”

“Thank you”, he sighs, head falling back against the pillows.

Your hands settle against Eddie’s chest, bracing yourself for leverage as you bounce up and grind down, rhythm slow at first. The vibrations from the cock ring are almost too much for you, and you can only imagine what it’s like for Eddie.

“How’s it feel, baby?”, you breathe, eyes sliding shut to focus on how good it feels. Before he can answer, you lift up and slam down onto him, grinding your hips down before you repeat the motion.

“Oh. I-fuck-s’too much”, he pants, jaw falling slack as he gasps for air. “It’s-I need to cum.”

“Oh? You need to cum?”, you hum disapprovingly. “I thought you promised to be good and take what I give you.”

Eddie nods, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “Yeah, I-fuck-M’sorry. I’ll be good. Thank you for letting me in your pussy.”

You chuckle, pace quickening as you lean down to place a chaste kiss to his lips. “That’s more like it.”

Tagging:

@bayouteche @sweetpeapod @munsonquinns @thefreakandthehair @hellfirebabes @mcplestreet @latenightsimping @just-absolutely-feral @wroteclassicaly

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #sub!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #melissa writes

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chromes-corner · 3 years ago

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requests open? don't mind me :D Red velvet with an S/O who Cares for his cake hounds; and he met her because he followed the hounds who ran towards her house which is away from the kingdom and hidden by red roses: red is her color and as you can guess; He is invited in when he chases after the hounds as they barge into her garden space. she even kept one of the weaker hounds who is a big boy and calls him 'tiny' from back when he was the runt of the litter: i will also write for this if ydm <3

GOD YOUR SUGGESTIONS ARE LITERALLY GODLY AND YES PLEASE DO WRITE FOR THIS EVENTUALLY XOXO

I strayed a teeny bit from the prompt but still!!! i think it turned out cute!!!!!

hope you enjoy!!!!

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Oasis

Red Velvet/Reader

Notes: fluffyyyy

Content Warnings: none

A/N: might be a little ooc but like i do not care. at all. this is cute so I will negate all criticisms of characterization <3

“Chiffon? Chiffon, here boy!”

Red Velvet’s voice echoes through the endless expanse of trees laid out before him. He trots through the woods, calling out in increasingly troubled tones. Every few paces, he slows to assess his current location. Unfortunately, everything around him looks exactly the same. Every direction is shrouded in the misty veil of gloomy pines, with no pattern to their placement that he can pick up.

Red Velvet stops and places his forefinger and thumb between his lips, letting out a shrill whistle that pierces the forest. He tries to swallow down the worrisome lump in his throat as he waits for a response. He had been taking his beloved pup on a walk, and he decided to take a different path for variety’s sake. Chiffon must have heard something that Red Velvet couldn’t, because one moment the two were leisurely strolling through the woods, and the next, Chiffon bolted off like a bat out of hell.

Wringing his hands, Red Velvet feels the onset of panic in his chest. Which way did Chiffon go? Which way did he come from? Had he been going in circles? The trees are so thick, he can’t find the sun to at least get a sense of the direction he was going in. Red Velvet isn’t a tracker. He’s never needed to be. His hounds do that for him, and now, here he is, stranded and alone and–

There’s a distant bark, and Red Velvet snaps his head in the direction of the noise. There’s another, and this time, he’s pinpointed the approximate direction from which it came. Red Velvet takes off, crashing through the forest and following the voice that he knows to be Chiffon’s.

He dashes and dodges through the trees until he is forced to slow before a towering hedge. It stands taller than him, and it is perfectly trimmed into a smooth wall. There is no clear path through, so he makes one himself.

Red Velvet pushes through the bushes, using his cake hand to shield himself from the thorns that probe at his dough. Just as he’s about to breach through, however, he hears a voice. He sinks back into the bushes and peers through the leaves, and instinctively moves to grasp at a sword that isn’t there. He scolds himself for not bringing it with him, as even this far out from civilization, he knows the chances of meeting an enemy are slim, but the odds are never impossible. No matter, he reminds himself, most run upon getting an eyeful of him, anyway. There’s a reason his sword remains so polished and grime-free.

He is pulled from his thoughts when he sees a shadow drifting over the leaves. Red Velvet is careful to pull some foliage back in order to create a window through the greenery. What he sees very nearly makes him jump out of the hedge.

You giggle as Chiffon runs laps around and through your legs, yipping happily as you attempt to kneel down to tend to a flower. The pup is relentless, even after you drop your trowel and try to pick it up. You’re twirling around in the rosy sunlight, chasing the hound and laughing as you make yourself dizzy and run out of breath. A singsong voice tumbles from your lips between gleeful chortles as you playfully scold the overzealous hound for getting in your way.

Red Velvet leans closer through the bushes as he watches you and Chiffon dance around. He’s suddenly very aware of the way the light hits your hair and makes it glow as you spin round and round in pursuit of his hound. It’s entrancing, watching you pirouette like a seasoned ballet dancer and hearing the melody of your joy like lilting birds in the early spring. You’re so carefree in this moment; like a picturesque scene he’s only ever seen in romanticized paintings of a lost time. There is no war in this garden. There is no strife. There is only you and your carmine roses basking in the honeyed sun.

Red Velvet is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that he's begun to lean a bit too far forward. He is only brought back to the present when he finds himself falling. His limbs flail and he curses as twigs snap around him. He tumbles through the thorny hedge and onto the soft, spongy grass below with a grunt.

He doesn’t even have time to lift his head from the dirt before Chiffon is yapping and scrabbling all over him. Red Velvet pushes himself up with a groan, resigned to sit on the ground while his naughty hound whimpers and licks his face in what he can only assume to be an apology for running off. There’s a sharp sting below his eye where Chiffon licks, and he swipes over it, only to find a smear of jam on his thumb. A thorn must have nicked him during his fall.

“There are easier ways to enter, you know.” You’re suddenly standing over him, holding a hand over your mouth as to not reveal that you're smiling at Red Velvet’s slip. The crinkles near your eyes give it away, however. Not that he’s intently studying your face as you bend over him, that is.

Red Velvet clears his throat and looks at the ground, patting a contented Chiffon. “Apologies for the intrusion.” He berates himself for how quietly he speaks. The proud Red Velvet, suddenly shy in front of a mere gardener? “And,” he looks behind him, “apologies for the destruction of your wall.”

You snicker. It’s music on a cool summer’s evening, bathed in gold. “Aw, don’t worry about it. I was just thinking about shearing a new entryway.”

“I will take my leave now. My pup–”

“You’re bleeding, by the way.”

Chiffon wriggles in his lap. Red Velvet’s mouth gapes in bemusement. It wasn’t often that someone so boldly interrupted him. “I–” he fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself in knots. “Yes, I know. I’ve dealt with much worse. Now, I really must be–”

“Even the smallest scratch can succumb to infection,” you chide, interrupting him once again. He should be furious. He should be sizing you up with a scowl. He should be asking you who it is you think you are to be talking down to him. But instead, he remains on the ground, dumbly looking up at you like you’ve sprouted wings and have begun to float. “Please, come in and let me help clean you up.”

You offer a hand to him. He can lift himself up just fine, but he finds himself grasping your palm as you help him to his feet. His legs move to follow you, but his brain is left behind in those bushes. What on Earthbread is he doing? There must be something in the surrounding roses; some sort of hypnotizing spore that’s conjuring these clouds in his head. Surely, if not for the haze of your dastardly aphrodisiac, he’d have been halfway back to the oven by now, right? He’d have already dismissed and forgotten about you, too, right…?

You and Red Velvet come along to a small cottage in the center of the garden. It’s a little cube of white in the valley of red and green, with a shingled roof and a smokestack protruding slightly from one of the walls. Chiffon runs up the brick walkway and barks at the door, demanding to be let into the cozy abode. You laugh that stupidly melodic laugh and let him, as well as yourself and Red Velvet, in.

It looks much bigger on the inside, he notes. On one half is a couch and a few varying chairs huddled around a snuffed stone fireplace and a bundle of chopped logs. Knit blankets are draped over the couch that is covered in smooth, red throw pillows that look like they’ve never been used. Nearest to the fireplace is an ornate looking chair with big, padded arms, and there’s a distinct dent in the cushion. There is a stack of books on the table next to the chair, as well as candles that have been burned down to their hilts.

On the other half of the room is a kitchen with countertops forming a U-shape around the wall. There is a well-used oven, several plants in the windowsill, and a stack of used dishes in the sink. In the middle of the kitchen is an island with a vase of crisp red roses and two bar stools neatly tucked under the island’s overhanging ledge. The bright light of the day beams in from the open window above the sink, looking out onto rows of neatly-planted flowers. Between the two rooms is a staircase, which he can only guess leads to your bedroom.

“Excuse the mess,” you say as you notice him eyeing the room. You pull out the barstools and gesture for Red Velvet to sit. “I don’t normally have visitors, much less unexpected ones.”

You rummage through a cabinet until you find a small bottle of something, then you take the barstool next to Red Velvet and sit next to him. He is uncomfortably aware that your knees are touching his as the two of you face each other. Close contact with his hounds is an expected part of his job, but close contact with another cookie? It makes him feel like he’s back in the oven.

“Here, this might sting a little,” you say, dabbing some liquid from the bottle onto a cloth and then pressing it to Red Velvet’s cheek. It doesn’t sting him. He can hardly even feel it. It’s nothing compared to the searing fire that wracks his chest at your touch. His throat constricts and he can’t breathe; he can only stiffly stare at you with wide eyes as your tongue pokes out of your lips, and you clean off the last of the jam.

“Done!” you exclaim as you crumple up the tissue and toss it into the garbage. “Thanks for stopping by the doctor’s office, Mr…”

You look at him expectedly, still droning on your r’s, and for a moment he forgets how to speak. He lets out the breath he had been holding. “Red Velvet.”

“Mr. Red Velvet! Now, this visit’s free of charge, but the next one might cost you,” you jest with a wink, telling him your name with the Dr. prefix – and then adding on that you aren’t actually a certified doctor.

There’s a horribly loud beat of silence that rings in Red Velvet’s ears. You tilt your head slightly at his silence. He can’t hold it in anymore, and he opens his mouth to speak. He blurts out a question he didn’t even know was waiting idly in his throat. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

The goofy smile drops from your face, and Red Velvet instantly regrets his words leaping out before he could process them. He wishes he could bolt out the door, but he stays stock still, anxiously studying the subtle shifts in your countenance.

You purse your lips and tilt your chin upward. “What is there to be afraid of?”

Red Velvet wishes that you had said anything else. He glances down at his ugly, marred arm and clenches it into a fist. He should be used to it by now. He should be used to the way the other lackeys of Dark Enchantress only stare at his arm when they speak to him. He should be used to how darkness sometimes swims at the edge of the vision of his strange black eye. He’s never had to point these things out to potential threats. It’s usually all they see when they look at him – a walking, talking arm of cake.

He sets his jaw tight. “Look at me.”

You do look at him. You look him up and down and Red Velvet wants to sink into the ground as you do so. You fold your hands together and speak very softly. “I don’t know what else I’m supposed to see besides some cookie who loves his cake hound.” You scoff, “If you’re talking about your hand, then so what? I’ve heard talk at the markets of cookies with wings, and of cookies with four legs, and of cookies who transform into other creatures entirely! You think for yourself, don’t you? You have your own sentience. That’s what makes you a cookie, just like me and everyone else. If people only see you for your oddities, then they aren’t worth the fight.”

Red Velvet can’t answer. His entire nervous system just shut down all at once. All that’s left is the burning feeling over his entire body, but it’s not the burn of hatred. It’s not the burn of adrenaline or pain or anything he’s experienced before. It's a warmth that flares throughout his arms and legs and settles deep in his gut.

He doesn’t have to answer, however, because as he opens his mouth to form what would probably be the most muddled and tongue-tied response known to cookiekind, a horde of white frosting gallops down the stairs. The pack of cake hounds investigates Chiffon, and instantly take to the pup as though he’s always been a part of their clan.

“Whoa, hey guys!” you say to the hounds as they scamper around the furniture. You run over to open the door and shoo them all out, including a rather happy Chiffon. “Go spend your energy out there.”

“Ugh, sorry about that. You know how it is with them, huh?” you say, now a bit frazzled at the sudden excitement.

The words come easy this time. “I’ve never met another cake hound owner.”

“Me neither! Everyone always wants those expensive “pure-breads” or whatever. Nobody can handle the mutts, but I just love ‘em!” you say, completely changing the subject from the heavy topic from just moments before. “Well, you said you have to leave, but maybe we can set up a play date for Chiffon and my hounds? And maybe you can use the entrance next time?” you add with a giggle.

Red Velvet looks out the window. He can see Chiffon running around with the others. His pup looks delighted to be interacting with other hounds outside of training. “Perhaps I could stay for a little while longer? Chiffon looks happy here.”

Red Velvet wouldn’t admit it to you or himself, but he is happy here, too.

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