#prolly gonna continue this one later on

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 10: Stranded

Thanks to @uncleskyrule for the idea for this fic!

Also check out @jewlist ‘s amazing art inspired by this fic

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- Time & the Chain

- Summary: While pursing the Shadow Time becomes stranded in the Lost Woods

CW for mild body horror, blood and injury, and broken bones

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Time tightens his hold on his sword and shield. His heartbeat thunders in his ears, mixing with the clank of armor and weapons and the pound of six pairs of feet. Just ahead of him a shadowy figure runs, cap swishing with the rapid movement. Time grits his teeth and pushes himself to go faster.

He likely should have brought Epona. But she is back at the inn with Twilight and Wild and Hyrule where he had left her in case they needed to make a quick escape. There hadn’t exactly been time to grab her, at any rate. And riding a galloping horse through a town is never an easy task. Still, an extra speed boost would give him a much-needed advantage.

He can’t rid himself of the creeping sensation that the Shadow is slipping through their fingers even as they chase him. 

“Where the hell is he going?” Warriors grits out from beside him. He glances wildly about, no doubt looking for a side street he can take to cut the monster off. But this town is unknown to them and the search does him little good.

“I don’t know,” Four says. “And honestly I’m not certain he does either.”

“I’m wondering why he doesn’t just portal away,” Wind pipes up. “That’s what he’s always done before.”

“Don’t give him any ideas, sailor!” Legend snaps.

Time can practically hear Wind’s frown. “If he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna do it. Doesn’t matter what I say.”

“We have to catch him, at any rate,” Sky interjects. “If he gets away now there’s no telling what he’ll do.” 

The fear underlying those words goes unspoken. But Time’s expression grows grim anyway. If the Shadow manages to circle back to the inn, if he goes after Twilight again…

He swallows. Sheathing his sword, he reaches for the familiar object hanging at his hip. 

“Prepare yourselves,” he calls to his companions. 

“For what?!” Legend snaps, worry potent in his voice.

“For attack.”

Eyes firmly on the Shadow, Time lifts the instrument to his lips. The tune is at his fingertips instantly, weaving its way through the air with a calm that belies his breathless desperation. Gently, he guides the song past the heroes, funneling it towards its target.

The notes die away. A second passes. Time itself slows around him.

“What the…” Legend says, but Time pays him no mind. He has no time for questions and explanations, they have no time. The Shadow’s steps are growing more sluggish. But it won’t be long before the monster realizes what’s happening and fights back.

“Go!” He orders. “Strike now!”

Warriors catches his gaze and holds it. There is something fond in his expression and almost proud, mixed with the steadfast determination.

“Box him in,” he says, motioning the others into motion. “And Sky…you know what to do.”

The Skyloftian nods. Out of the corner of his eye Time sees him raise the Master Sword. The blade begins to glow. 

The rest of the heroes rush forward, weapons at the ready. It takes them a moment, but soon they have gained on the Shadow. Legend activates his Pegasus boots and speeds ahead, cutting off the Shadow’s escape. Wind lifts his baton and the air itself curves and gathers beside the veteran. Another wave and a massive gust blows the monster back. The Shadow stumbles, just catching himself as he comes to a skidding halt.

“Now!” Warriors shouts and Sky brings his sword down in a sweeping arc. 

A beam flies free. Time leaps sideways as it zips forward, racing toward the Shadow. The monster turns, eyes widening in realization and then fear. But just as quickly as it has come, the emotion is gone. 

There’s a surge of dark magic and Time’s spell shatters. Time reorients nauseatingly, speeds up.

The Shadow grins.

“Nice try,” he hisses.

And in the next instant the ground disappears from beneath Time’s feet. 

He cries out as he plummets, grasping vainly in the sudden blackness for a hold. Someone screams his name and a hand stretches out to him. Vainly, he tries to reach for it. But then something dark and smothering drags him further downward. A shout goes up and the hand retracts. 

Seconds later his back connects with hard ground. 

Time grits his teeth, wincing as his joints protest the abrupt landing. Spots dance before his eye as it struggles to adjust. But the light here is dim and clouded and it only takes his vision a moment to clear. He barely restrains a gasp as his surroundings come into view.

Fog floats thick and lazy, obscuring everything with its gentle touch. Fairies sparkle within it like tiny stars. Already they have begun to drift toward him, murmuring interestedly. Green grass tickles his fingertips. Walls rise on each side of the clearing he sits within, huge logs set within them. Their openings are pitch black, gaping maws leading to Hylia only knows where.

Slowly, Time rises. His hands clench and unclench at his sides as he takes everything in. A strange numbness has settled in his chest, blanketing him like the fog that he stands in the midst of. He has imagined himself reentering this forest so many times since he left it. Never had he thought it would go like this, though. He isn’t certain what to feel. Or if he wants to feel anything at all.

It has been so long…so very long since he has been home.

Laughter erupts from behind him and he startles. In one swift motion he whirls around and unsheathes his sword. The Shadow leers down at him from his perch atop one of the logs. 

“You remember this place, don’t you, little fairy boy?” he purrs. “I wonder…does it remember you?”

Time steels himself. The battle of emotion and lack of is gone now, safely stowed away for later. 

“Whatever you’re playing at, Shadow, it ends now.” 

The Shadow’s expression turns murderous.

“You want me, Hero of Time? Come and get me.”

He leaps down in a blur of bent light and darkening shadows and ducks into the mouth of the nearest log. His laughter echoes behind him.  

Time doesn’t allow himself a moment to think, a moment to question. He breaks into a run, plunging through the opening after the Shadow. Darkness blankets him, then just as quickly turns to greenish light. He looks up just in time to catch a glimpse of the tip of the Shadow’s cap disappearing to his left. Gritting his teeth, he charges in that direction.

Another block of darkness, curving and transforming the very path beneath his feet. Another clearing that looks the same as all the others. Another fleeting glimpse of the Shadow’s hat or hair or tunic flying out behind him as he skips away. Always too fast, always out of reach.

Time runs without pause. A fearful sort of urgency has situated itself firmly in his gut, pushing him onward. He can’t stop now, not with Twilight still recovering a world away. His descendant had fallen before his eyes and he could do nothing except watch. Watch him crumple on the battlefield. Watch him fight for his life.

Now, however, in this moment he can do something. He can slay this monster that seeks their lives. He can protect those he loves. And isn’t that the entire point of any of this? To ensure those he cares for are safe?

So, he keeps going. Even as his sense of direction goes from vague to nonexistent. Even as that urgency becomes a kind of contained panic. Even as he begins to feel a change in the forest around him, benevolence turning to something more malignant. 

And then, all at once, he can’t go any more. 

Something curls around his foot mid-step, thick and constrictive and unyielding. He stumbles and pain shoots up his ankle. With a muffled grunt he hits the ground. 

Stubbornly, he drags himself up again, peering down at his foot to see what tripped him. It is a vine like the ones he climbed as a boy. It sticks out from the soil like a large snake to coil about his ankle. 

As he watches another erupts beside it. It latches on to his opposite foot and begins to climb higher, tightening as it goes. Fear spikes within him. Grasping his sword from where it has fallen, Time slices viciously at them. They retract and he scrambles to his feet, wincing as his ankle protests. 

He manages two steps.

The vines spring up again, this time wrapping around his wrists like manacles. More come from behind him, encircling his legs. Even as he struggles they drag him down to kneel upon the ground. 

Time struggles, desperately reaching for the sword that lies just out of reach. But the vines are strong and only growing more so by the moment. They circle ever higher, wrapping around his arms and legs and torso, stretching toward his face and neck.

With them comes pain. It burns at his fingertips and spreads from there, following the trail of vines.

He gasps, trying to tear at them with his bare hands now. One sword sits useless on his back, the other mere feet away. If he can just reach one of them…

But his efforts are in vain. The unnatural bonds are tough and plentiful. And more appear by the moment to encase his body like the wrappings of a gibdo. They constrict and his armor creaks threateningly. 

“Well, well, what have we here?”

There is a flickering of darkness and then the Shadow stands before him. He regards Time with a sinister grin. 

“Quite a pretty predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. Seems the forest has forgotten you.”

He reaches out a slim finger, tipping Time’s chin up to look him in the face. A vine takes the opportunity to twine upward, snaking around Time’s neck. He chokes on the air he can no longer drag in.

“I thought you would know that this would happen, but…oh of course not. You always thought you belonged to the forest. That it was your home. Am I wrong?”

Time’s only reply is a pained hiss as the vines tighten further. His armor begins to crumple inward, piercing his skin. Stars dance before his vision.

“Of course I’m not,” the Shadow answers for him. “You, on the other hand, you certainly were. You never belonged here any more than the sorry Hylian souls that haunt these woods.”

There is another streak of pain and suddenly the vines around his left arm are gone. The Shadow grips his forearm, forcing the limb upward. 

“Look, hero,” he hisses. “Behold your terrible fate.”

Time blinks and the haze clears just long enough for him to see his own hand, hovering before him. The sight is nearly enough to make him gag. Where there was once healthy, pink skin there is now only pearly white bone. 

No.

The air has left his lungs now and it has nothing to do with the vines that seek his demise. Terror settles deep within him, cold and real and terrible.

The Shadow cackles. He releases Time’s arm to hang by his side once more. Instantly, the vines spring upward to encase it again. But Time hardly notices. 

He’s standing at the spot where Anju’s brother once sat, a potion in hand, something icy and horrible clutching his heart. He is hearing Fado’s giggling chant.

“Everybody will become a stalfos. Everybody, a stalfos. ...will you become a stalfos too?”

“Well, I had best be going,” the Shadow is saying now, his voice filtering through the dreadful ringing in Time’s ears. “I would love to stay and watch your body slowly disintegrate and your sanity along with it…but as it happens I have somewhere to be.”

A slow grin stretches across his face and Time’s heart stutters.

No. 

Frantically he begins to struggle again, even as the vines constrict further, sending white hot agony through his body. The telltale burn of disappearing flesh travels up his right arm. The knowledge of what is happening makes him ill.

But he hardly has time to dwell on it. The Shadow is waving a hand now, dark magic floating at his fingertips. A portal appears beside him. Time stares at it with longing and trepidation. If he could just get free he could reach it. He could be there when the monster arrived to protect Twilight and all the others. 

His heartbeat is erratic now. What little air he can drag in is inhaled sharp and fast. 

He has to break free, he has to. He won’t allow Twilight to die…

He manages to wrench one hand free and reaches out, tearing at soil and grass as he tries to grasp his sword. But quick as a flash his bonds grab his wrist, wrenching it back to his side so sharply that he feels his bones break. A scream rises in his throat and he bites his tongue to keep from letting it free.

“Go ahead,” the Shadow sneers. His crimson eyes glow, sharp teeth glint. “Scream. No one will hear you. Struggle. It will do you no good. The forest takes what it wants. I thought you would know that by now.”

He turns away toward the portal that awaits him. The panic in Time reaches a fever pitch.

“Don’t—” He grits out. “Don’t you dare touch him. Don’t dare touch any of them.”

The Shadow pauses mid-step. Turning on his heel he stalks back toward Time. He leans forward until he is mere inches from Time’s face, murderous intent evident in his gaze.

“And if I do touch them,” he hisses. “If I say use this sword” — In one swift motion he scoops Time’s sword off of the ground, holding it up so that the blade gleams — “to slit their necks what will you do? Will you don the Deity mask that sits in the pouch at your hip? Will you follow me across time? Hunt me down?”

He is trembling now, Time realizes dimly, though from pain or emotion he isn’t certain. Both, more than likely. 

“I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe,” he growls. 

But the Shadow only smirks. “Oh, I know. And I welcome you to try. Though, I believe it is rather difficult to do much of anything once the forest has claimed you.”

He leans even closer, fingertips brushing harshly against the side of Time’s face. It has begun to burn there too, a distant sort of pain that now fans itself into agony. Time flinches away, dragging in air between clenched teeth. 

The Shadow grips his chin, forcing him to remain still. For a moment more, he regards him, as though reveling in the sight of bone showing from beneath skin. 

“I wonder what he would think, your pup,” he says, slowly, every word measured with torturous precision, “if he saw you right now.”

The red hot anger churning inside of him erupts and Time tries to lunge forward. But the vines tighten sharply and drag him back and he chokes, vision bleeding white.

When his vision clears the Shadow has turned away. Time watches as he walks toward the portal. And with every step, desperation wedges itself more firmly in his throat. 

The monster pauses just before he enters the portal, head turned slightly so Time can make out the side of his face. 

“I suppose there is an upside to all of this.” His lips quirk upward in a wicked grin. “At least, now, at the very end, you truly belong to the forest.”

[dollar-store-sparklez]

i miss dominion smp :(

[the-laughing-lunatic]

uhhhchhdhfhdhd can you maybe do something with the mercs (all 9 if thats cool, but if not then just sniper and medic!!) with a reader that cant sleep so they just. go to their room and ask if they can cuddle with them

(ofc! This was rlly fun to write, I’ll prolly write for all of them later if yall are interested enough :> thx for requesting!)

Medic and Sniper with a reader asking for cuddles (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Sniper☆

He’s a tad confused when you show up to his camper van

I mean, he’d never turn down cuddling you, that’d be bloody stupid of him

“Why you wanna cuddle with me though, mate? I don’t exactly got the most comfortable sleepin’ conditions.”

“Because it’s you, Mick. If you don’t want to, that's fine.”

“Woah, woah, mate you’re twisting my words. I mean, I’d love that. Uh, come in I guess.”

Bro is so awkward omg- 

Does not know how to initiate physical contact at all so he just kind of stands until you lay down on the bed

The bed in his van is already really small so it forces you two to be even closer

He doesn’t really like being super close, but he likes to have an arm around you to have that connection

Kind of guy that needs noise to sleep, he’d be perfectly content to listen to you ramble about anything as he holds you.

Very light sleeper, def gets up in the middle of the night a few times but he’d be very careful not to disturb your sleep

He really does enjoy holding you and would like to do it more, but will absolutely not unless you ask first

In the morning he’ll fix you coffee and fairy bread to be polite

Really wants to do that again but will absolutely not ask you, way too awkward for that

☆Medic☆

You had gone to Medic’s bedroom to ask him if you two could cuddle…but he wasn’t there

You went to his lab next, where he sat hunched over his desk, frantically scribbling away on some papers. “Ohoho! Hello mein fruend, I didn’t notice you. What do you need?”

“I can’t sleep, can we cuddle?”

“If you wish, you may sit here while I work.”

You’d sit in his lap as he continued to write something or other, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist

It was nice for a bit, he’s big and warm, but it was too uncomfortable to actually try to sleep and you were tired

“Mm, Ludwig, when do you actually go to bed?”

“Ahehe, I think around one or two,” he said sheepishly.

“You think?”

“I normally just pass out at my desk.”

“...okay, we’re going to bed now,” you said, getting off his lap and dragging him to his bed

He’d (begrudgingly) come along after a lot of complaining about how he needed to get the work done

He likes having you lay on top of him, it calms him down to feel the weight of you (he def has a weighted blanket on the rare nights he sleeps in his bed)

Traces your skin and absentmindedly talks about where each of your organs are underneath 

He falls asleep very quickly, you have to take his glasses off and place them on the nightstand (mf wears glasses while he sleeps, they’re crooked as hell)

His grip is so tight even as he sleeps though, you wanna move? Ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.

In the morning bro is always awake before you, no matter how early you get up 

If he’s feeling quirky maybe you’ll get breakfast in bed

(He may put caffeine in your food at dinner so you wont be able to sleep and you’ll cuddle him, until you catch him–)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[fcthots]

Getting mad at Jason, so he can't touch you, he's gotta watch while you touch yourself and maaaaaybe if he's lucky, you'll let him have your soaked undies after you're done. (If you don't he'll prolly just wait till you leave and lick the wet spot on the bed while taking care of himself)

I HAVE CLASS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS WHEN I’LL BE THINKING AB YOUR ASK???

Jason had a shitty day. He was pacing around the kitchen, on the phone with Oracle because Black Mask had found a way to smuggle in drugs laced with all kinds of shit under everyone’s noses. They’d been going back and forth for while before he heard your voice from the living room.

“What should I order for dinner?”

He didn’t respond, Babs was saying something about financial records and where Black mask may have gone to. He heard your voice overlapping hers again.

“If you don’t answer, I’m just gonna order BatBurger.”

He didn’t mean to snap. He didn’t. He was just stressed and too much was going on. He didn’t mean to snap, but you could hear his voice from the living room. “I don’t care!”

He didn’t hear you respond. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he started walking towards the living room. “Babs, I gotta go. Talk later. Bye.” He steps into the room and sees you laying on the couch. You’re staring at him, face unreadable. “I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to snap. BatBurger is fine.”

Your face becomes gentle. “‘S okay, darlin. I didn’t know you were on the phone.”

“But it’s not okay. I yelled at you!”

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not fine-”

“You’re stressed, right?” He watches the gears turn behind your eyes.

“Yes but that’s not an excuse-”

“You wanna feel like we’re even?”

He raises an eyebrow and nods his head, unsure of where this is going. He opens his mouth but you cut him off again.

“Come with me.” You get up and grab his hand as you lead him to the bedroom. You push him so he’s leaning against the wall looking at the bed.

You walk toward the bed and climb onto it, taking your shirt off as you lay back against the pillows. “Wanna know what your punishment is?” He nods his head, eyes still looking at you skeptically. You smile. “I’m gonna touch myself and you’re gonna watch me. You can’t talk and no touching me or yourself until after I’m done. And who knows, if you’re good I might give you my underwear after, but only if you’re good.”

He looks promptly horrified. You ignore it as you slip your bra and pants off and begin to make a show of playing with your tits. Soon enough, you trail one hand down and use it to begin massaging your clit over your underwear. You lock eyes with him as you moan and a visible wet spot slacks through your panties. He’s already straining against his pants.

He lays his hands flat against the wall as if to stop himself from reaching out. You push your panties to the side and begin making a show of slowly circling your clit, whining and gasping until his eyes are boring into you. You’re beginning to get lost in your own pleasure.

You make sure he has a good angle as you spread your lower lips and sink two fingers in, trying you gather your slick. You watch him move away from the wall and approach where you are on the bed. You think about stopping him, but you’re too lost in the moment and, technically, you never said he couldn’t get closer.

He gently grabs the hand that’s fingers were buried in your pussy. He draws the fingers out and brings them to his lips. He moans as he puts your fingers in his mouth and swirls his tongue around them.

You remove your hand, despite the way it turned you on. “Ah ah ah. I said no touching. Against the wall.”

“But-”

“No talking either. Looks like someone won’t be getting these when I’m done.” You take off your underwear and continue to massage your clit, your slick dripping onto the bed.

The way his gaze is locked on your writhing form begins to throw you over the edge. Your hand speeds up and you whine his name. His breathing becomes heavier and your movements become erratic as you see his hands clench into fists before you close your eyes.

After you come, you watch him through half-lidded eyes.

He finally speaks. “Can I talk now?” You nod your head and get up. He continues. “Please. Wanna taste you. Let me put my face between your thighs, please-”

“Nope.” You pick up your underwear off the floor, making sure he can’t get it. You smile. “Now we’re even. Have fun, Jay.” You walk out the door and into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

And if you see him fucking himself after while he licks your slick off the bed, well, who doesn’t enjoy a good show?

[ngayawneluoer]

we seek revenge

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader (past), neytiri x reader (platonic), tbh mostly just a spider hate fic, if you like spider you’re prolly not gonna like this lol

Time doesn't seem to heal the wound of losing you mate, and when the sky people return and you learn the truth, no one can stop you from seeking revenge. Set a year after the events of ATWOW.

word count: 1700

a/n: pov you and neytiri form a spider hate club and beat his ass (sort of)

Even a year later, every breath you took without Neteyam felt like eternal punishment. Every moment you felt the loss of your mate and every step you took without him was only a reminder that you would never feel whole again. Every day, you suffered and mourned the pair you could have been and the life you could have lived, and every night you prayed that Eywa would bring him back or take you with him. But it was never that simple.

And so, you busied yourself with the daily tasks of the Metkayina, your head held high and your face unwavering. At least you had Neytiri, who never seemed to leave your side since her son's death. You mourned, suffered, and cried together, and as time passed, you helped each other get back on your feet and brave the world. To her, you were one final living piece of her son, his other half and the one he loved most, and she couldn't help but love you in turn. She had become like a mother to you, and whilst you knew you would never be able to replace Neteyam, your shared memories of him brought you closer together. And obviously, you bore the whole Sully family in your heart, but you and Neytiri had developed a special bond through the pain you shared and the rage you held for the sky demons that had so mercilessly killed the one you loved.

Another thing you shared with Neytiri was the wariness you felt towards Spider, who Jake had wholly accepted into the family following Neteyam's death. You had grown up around him, but being nothing more than a regular Omatikaya with almost no interaction with humans, you never were the most comfortable with him. The emotion had only doubled after his 'father' brought about the war that killed your beloved. Those around you started accepting him, but you kept your distance, as did Neytiri. You couldn't find it in your hearts to forgive him.

“(Y/N)! Come swim with us!"

The voice broke your train of thought, and you looked up from the bracelet you were weaving. From where you sat next to Neytiri, your eyes found Kiri waving at you from amongst the group of Na'vi youths splashing about in the water. You noticed Spider was there too, practically clinging to her side like a pathetic dog. You tried not to roll your eyes.

"No thank you, Kiri," You answered loud enough for her to hear, trying your hardest to mask the venom in your voice, "Later."

A sad pout graced her face for a mere second, and you knew what was coming. You usually rejected her offers, and she would rarely take no for an answer, opting instead to drag you into the group and make it so that you had no choice but to participate. Sometimes she would even send Tuk to guilt trip you into joining with those adorable eyes of hers, knowing you could never say no to Tuk.

You knew Kiri meant well; she simply saw you pull away and didn't want you to feel left out. Lucky for you, this time she was distracted by Rotxo pulling her tail, and she forgot all about her usual routine of demanding you to join. Better this way. You wouldn't have enjoyed yourself anyway.

Neytiri looked up from the arrow she was crafting, a somewhat curious look on her face. She spoke quietly, deliberately to keep the conversation private from possible overhearers, "I don't see you with those your age lately," her fingers continued crafting, but her focus was still on you, awaiting an answer. Finally, when your gaze didn't shift from where it was fixed onto your hands, she continued, "I cannot be your only friend."

You sighed softly, eyes brimming with tears that you were afraid would spill if you met her gaze, "I do not... want to see him," you knew she knew who you meant from the way you spat out the word as if it was poison on your tongue, "it hurts too much."

You finally bit the bullet and looked up at her, only to find her gaze looking off into the distance, following the human boy you were referring to. Her features twisted into anger as if in the process of a hiss, "He shouldn't be here. He should be with his kind."

"I agree," you started, but didn't know what else to say. There was nothing you could do.

Neytiri hesitated for a second but eventually uttered the words you had a feeling swirled through her mind every day, "I... cannot help but blame him. He is not just a child. He is a demon's child. He will bring nothing but trouble... But I cannot bring it up with anyone but you."

You could tell from how she spoke that she had had this conversation before. You wondered if this was a frequent argument she had with Jake, who was so adamant about accepting Spider into their family.

"I don't understand how they can so easily accept him. I know he is not responsible for his father's actions, but…." you trailed off at a loss for words. But what? You weren't sure where you were going with this. And with Spider so close by, you were hesitant to confess the hatred you held for him simply due to his heritage out loud.

Neytiri understood though. She always did.

She dropped the arrow she was crafting from her hand and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into her side to comfort you, "You are not alone. I see you."

You leaned into her motherly touch, revelling in the comfort she provided, "I see you."

-

But comfort never seemed to last for your kind. The sky people returned, led by the man that didn't seem to die. Your people fought his soldiers bravely, some winning, some losing, but you could safely say you had done more damage to them than they had to you.

"How many times do we have to kill you!" You heard Jake hiss from somewhere, but you were too preoccupied with fighting off the armed soldier in front of you. With a final swift move, you drove your dagger into the avatar soldier's neck, your fangs bared in a hiss as blood sprayed across your face. Briskly, you sheathed your blade into its scabbard and let the body drop, turning back to the dying battle. The sky people were retreating. They were cowards and had finally realised they were severely underprepared. They would be back, they always were, but you revelled in the fact that you didn't die at their hand today.

One of them remained, however. To everyone's shock, Quaritch in the flesh had shown up. He stood proudly with a gun pointed at Jake - Jake pointing one back - knowing that the mere fact that he was alive was rubbing salt in the wound. His return brought back memories of your previous battle with him, and you snarled; eyes focused on the conniving man that stood before you. A thick metal cable fell from the sky behind him, undoubtedly how he would make his escape into the helicopter above. You wouldn't allow it.

As you advanced, you heard Jake hiss again, "How are you alive?"

Quaritch only smirked, attaching himself to the cable, "The answer is simple, Jake. I am, and always will be, better than you," His gaze left Jake and switched to someone far behind you all, and he winked. "Thanks for the save, kid."

…What?

Your blood froze and your muscles tensed, barely registering the sound of the Colonel escaping. It felt like the world had stilled; everyone around you was frozen and unable to breathe as they processed the words that had been spoken mere seconds ago.

You could barely process the faces that surrounded you as you slowly turned, following the direction of where the Colonel had been looking. You should have known.

The world around you disappeared, voices echoing as you could barely hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat. All you knew was the pure anger rushing through your veins and the pathetic human boy standing a few meters away in your line of sight. His eyes met yours. You had never seen such pure, primal terror in anyone's eyes before.

"What did he mean?" You seethed, voice muted as your features twisted in anger. You began taking steps towards Spider, which seemed to trigger Kiri into holding you back.

"(Y/N), wait," She grabbed your arm to try to hold you back, muttering something about how you should relax and how it could have been a misunderstanding, but you snatched your arm back. You knew what you heard.

"Speak!" You screamed, making Spider flinch. He remained quiet, seemingly unable to defend himself, "You saved that man?"

"I.." Spider began taking a step back but came to a sudden halt as he heard the subtle sound of the pull of a bow. Your gaze flickered behind him for just a second, and you saw Neytiri with an arrow pointed straight at his head, a snarl as equally vicious as yours on her face.

"Neytiri, no!" "Mother, please don't hurt him!"

You and Neytiri barely registered the voices.

You took another step forward, your figure towering over Spider.

"That man is responsible for Neteyam's death," Your voice shook and your tail flicked behind you with anger as you spoke - everyone seemed to fall quiet, "And you saved him?"

Spider had the intelligence to keep quiet, at least. Unfortunately, what he didn't have was the courage to look you in the eye.

"Look at me when I speak to you!" You screamed, startling Spider. His head tilted up, and his fearful eyes met yours. His face was scrunched with pain and guilt, but it meant nothing to you. "He went back for you! He wanted to save you! He died because of you!"

You unsheathed your dagger, the dry blood on its sharp blade a symbol of the fate the boy in front of you would face.

"And you will die because of me."

-

a/n: If we don’t get a scene of Neytiri killing Spider’s ass in Avatar 3 I will sue

p.s I made an ask box request things pls and ty

[getwhore]

Come & See Me

❀Summary : Nothing major, just loverboy connie & his girlfriend.

❀cw : None really, whooole lotta fluff (barely any smut, very subjective at the end.)

❀Notes : YALLLL...I'm back (prolly not for long.) had a long hiatus, college is no joke. decided to put something together while im on break. not proofread so ntm. like always if u enjoy plssss like & reblog. asks are always open my loves <3

“Amour, when are you finally gonna come ‘n see me? Been missing you.”

Hearing his soft, but deep voice emitting through your phone’s speaker made your stomach flutter.

Connie had been in France for a few weeks now for ‘business’. Most men can handle being away from their partners for months or years at a time. Connie does not fall into that category. He’s definitely on the clingier side, not being able to handle being away from you for longer than a couple of hours. He’d been begging you since the day he left to come with him, but every time you turn him down.

“I told you Con, I gotta wait for my paycheck.” You sighed as you curled the ginger colored hair around your curling iron. “Tickets to France are not cheap. And I’ve been missin’ you too, a lot.”

“Then lemme pay for your ticket. You be actin’ like imma make you pay me back or somethin’.”

You set the iron down and face your phone. Seeing Connie’s face in that lighting truly did make you wonder how you bagged that. Connie looked at you still, waiting for your response. You knew Connie had more than enough money to pay for your ticket, maybe even your whole family’s ticket if you wanted him to. You just hated having him spend so much money on you and you can barely afford to spoil him back. Even though he refuses to allow you to, you still want to give him as much love back as he’s given to you.

“Connie no. You already do too much with that spoiling shit. I wanna get it on my own, you know that.”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Damn mami, stop being so damn stubborn. Just lemme help you.”

You picked up your curling wand again, twisting the ginger loc of hair around it. The more you thought about it, who were you to deny Connie? You knew if you said no, he’d just keep asking. That’s how you got the new Birkin hanging from your wall, and the bouquet of flowers sitting on your dining table, and the ginger lace you’re curling as you look at his puppy dog eyes. Finally, you give in. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. You can buy the ticket.”

“Merci, mon amour.”

“Just don’t buy me no first class shit Connie. I’m serious.”

He just chuckled as he booked your tickets on his computer. A few minutes later, you got an email. Looking at the message, you saw Connie had booked a ticket for early the next morning, and it was first class. You rolled your eyes and removed the wrap from your head. You fluffed your hair and fixed your edges before walking to your closet for an outfit.

“Matter of fact, iré a buscarte yo mismo.” Connie mumbled under his breath.

“What’d you say Con?”

“Lemme call you back mami.”

You said goodbye and heard the dial tone a little after. You continued searching for an outfit, finally finding one. When you finished getting dressed, you grabbed your phone from your vanity and headed out of your room.

As you made your way to the kitchen, your phone rang. Picking it up was like holding up a mirror. You saw Connie’s contact at the top of your phone, but took the time to adjust your hair a little. After a few seconds you accepted the call, waiting for the reception to pick up before seeing Connie’s face in the camera. You sucked your teeth.

“Damn, Connie. You close enough to the phone or what?”

He chuckled, pulling his phone farther away from his face. He set it up on his desk before rummaging through his room. He was out of view, but every few seconds he’d throw a pile of clothes in the opposite direction. You squint your eyes, waiting a few seconds to confirm that what you were seeing was what you were really seeing. After a moment, you saw another pile of clothes fly in and back out of view again.

“Connie, what the fuck do you have goin’ on over there?”

You damn near choked on your water as he walked back into frame. He was shirtless, sporting a pair of sweatpants that were slightly too big for him as they sagged at his waistline. He bent over to look at you through the phone, flashing a smile. Damn near blinded you.

“Regarde-toi, tu es belle, bébé.” Connie muttered, licking his lips sensually.

You didn't completely understand what he was saying, but you knew enough to know what he was saying. It made your face heat up a little. You cleared your throat, maintaining your composure.

“Merci, Connie, but what are you doing over there?”

“I said it earlier, miel, I’m gonna come and get you.”

“Come and get me from where, Connie?”

“From the airport, duh. Cmon mami, I know you aren't that slow.”

You rolled your eyes, flipping Connie off before grabbing your keys from your kitchen counter. You locked the house up and started up your car, setting your phone in the phone stand beside the steering wheel.

You and Connie went back and forth during your drive. He complained about you not letting him buy your clothes, you complained about him begging to buy your clothes, and then complained about yourself being ‘too nice’ by giving in. 

“Sabes que no quiero que pagues por nada, cariño.”

“Ingles, Connie. You know my Spanish ain’t good.”

“You know I don’t need you payin’ for nothing mama, it’s all on me.”

You rolled your eyes, turning the engine off and stepping out of the car. You locked the doors, heading to the entrance.

“What store you at, mama?”

You giggled, walking into the front door and greeting a few employees. “Well, since it's on you, I need some more Fenty. I’m at Ulta, baby.”

Connie quietly winced, packing a few buds into his grinder.

“Pace yourself, you know how you get in Ulta, and Sephora, and all these other places.”

You rolled your eyes, walking to the foundation aisle. You picked up and tested multiple bottles of foundation, finding the right shade. Dropping it into your basket, you continued to wander around. You got to the hair product aisle, looking at the hair curlers and blow dryers. You picked one up, looking at the box before hearing Connie’s nagging on the phone again.

“No lo compre. You have enough curling irons.”

“But I don't have enough blow dryers. You know what Connie, how are you gonna tell me to buy what I want, but when I do issa problem.”

Connie coughed after taking a rip from his bong. He set the glass on his table, looking at you with small eyes.

“Not a problem, baby. Just tryna teach you better spending habits, that's all. But, if you want the iron then buy it, amour.”

You finished up your shopping, moving from Ulta to other clothing stores in the mall. Once you finished, it was almost 4PM. You took a quick trip to grab some food before finally making it home. You tossed your bags onto your bed, shuffling to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. As you plop onto the sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally let yourself relax. Connie was still on the other line (and had been for hours) but he was silent aside from the occasional background noises. You stared at him on the screen, watching as he paid close attention to whatever game he’d been playing.

You sigh loudly, making Connie’s head turn in your direction. He pauses his game and turns his attention to you. “Qué pasa, baby?”

“Nothin, Con.” You yawned, sighing again as you set your wine glass on the table before you. “Just sleepy.”

“You gotta stop stayin’ up so late, baby. That shit fucks with your head eventually.” He scolds you (but not rlly). 

You snuggle up under the blanket on your sofa, moaning from the comfort. You don’t respond to his semi lecture, just allowing yourself to relax. It doesn’t last that long though and you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

Grumbling curses and complaints, you shuffle to the door and open it. You look around but nobody’s outside. Instead, a box sits on your welcome mat. You grab the box and close your door. Flipping the lights on and making your way back to the sofa, you see Connie’s back on the game. You call him, putting the box in the camera.

“Connie, did you send this?”

He squinted his eyes at the box, his eyes widening immediately. He smiles and leans back into his chair, one hand combing through his hair while the other nurses a neatly rolled blunt.

“I bought that like two months ago. Was supposed to be for our anniversary, but it'll definitely come in handy for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You try to piece together his hints. You’d honestly forgotten all about your flight the next morning.

He chuckled, taking another inhale from his blunt. “Don’t stress out about it, mama. You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Yeah alright, Connie. Don’t make no promises that you can’t keep.”

He scoffed, ashing his blunt in the tray. “What exactly does that mean, baby?”

“The last time you were talking about some ‘tomorrow’ you passed out as soon as we got to the hotel. Talked allllat shit and spat all that game, just for me to not get no dick.”

“Ah, that’s what you’re worried about? Ne t'inquiète pas, bébé. Je te baiserai bien demain. You won’t even know what to do with yourself when I’m done with you.”

It was your turn to scoff this time, rolling your eyes. “Aight, if you say so. But when I have you begging for me tomorrow, I don’t wanna hear nothing.”

He laughed, mocking your words while you looked at him irritatingly through the camera. You took the gift box, wine, and your phone to your room to begin packing. Connie ended the call shortly after for a meeting. You took this time to listen to some music and pack your suitcase. The multiple glasses of wine had you feeling extremely relaxed. You’d find yourself distracted, singing along to whatever song was playing or dancing to the beat (or both). It took you two hours to thoroughly pack your suitcase, having to take many dance breaks and trying on multiple different outfits. 

Once you knew what you’d packed tightly into your suitcase was what you were taking, you grabbed the box cutter from your desk. Carefully, you slice through the thin tape over the box, setting it aside afterwards. You open the box slowly, your eyes widening as you look into it. Before your eyes was a somewhat elegant white lingerie set. It included the one piece lingerie and a silk robe to match. You picked it up out of the box, admiring the frilly pieces attached. Under the robe was a pair of heels to go along with the ensemble. Finally, you picked up a small pouch. You opened it, finding a note inside.

‘Feliz aniversario, mi corazón. Can’t wait to see u in this later. -Con’

You packed everything into a small bag, which matched with your suitcase. You’d finally finished packing. It was almost 11pm, so you decided to put your bags in front of the door for tomorrow. You placed a pair of sweats and a hoodie out for your airport outfit tomorrow. Finally, you turned off all the lights in your apartment, scheduled your alarm, and curled up under your blankets as you fell asleep to the soft murmuring of the tv.

Early the next morning you’re up an hour before your 4am alarm. You use this time to do some last minute arrangements to your luggage, fix your hair if necessary, and do a little makeup.

Your flight was at 6:45, so you needed to be out of the house by at least 5:30. You didn't leave until 6, meaning you’d have to speed to the airport and try your best to get through and on your plane. Luckily, you made your flight on time (only because of a delay) and took off safely. You sent a text to Connie before turning your phone on airplane mode before drifting to sleep.

You woke up to the flight attendant softly nudging you, letting you know you’d be landing shortly. You thank her and get yourself together. When the plane lands, you make your way to the baggage area. You text Connie, confirming your arrival before you grab your bags and head to the front to wait. As you made your way to sit in a nearby chair, you heard someone call your name. You looked to your left, then to your right, but you didn’t see anyone. You heard it again, but this time it was closer. You turn behind you to see Connie jogging towards you. Immediately, your bags are abandoned and you meet Connie, finally getting to feel his touch and inhale his scent after weeks of going without it.

Connie pulled away, kissing your temple before stepping back. “Damn ma, you look so good. Tu m'as manqué, bébé.”

“I missed you too, Con.”

“Your French is getting better I see.” He teased. You smacked his chest, walking to grab your bags. Connie tsk’s as he takes your bags and carries them himself. The gesture was just bare minimum behavior, but it still didn't keep the butterflies in your stomach from forming quickly.

When you stepped outside of the airport, you didn’t expect to see the night sky mixing with the near setting sun. When you asked Connie for the time, you didn’t expect to hear him say it was 4pm. You were still adjusting to the time adjustment so your brain was somewhat foggy. When you made it to his car, he opened the door for you first and allowed you to get comfortable before putting your bags in the trunk. When he gets in the car, he can't help but to lock the doors and kiss you. He missed you way more than you knew, but you knew that he’d do anything possible to make it up to you.

“Cooon, not here..” You whispered breathly in his ear. He just groans and pulls away from you.

He kissed you one more time, then turned on the car. The drive to his hotel was somewhat silent. You’d think he’d be more talkative because of how badly he missed you. Instead, he kept a firm grip on the steering wheel, only speaking a few times the whole ride. 

When you arrived at his hotel, he opened your door again. You fought with him to carry your duffel bag up to the room while he carried your suitcase and the room key. The hotel was beautiful to say the least. When you walked into the room, your heart fluttered and thumped in excitement. The room was dark except for the candles flickering. When you flipped the light switch, you inaudibly gasped. He had petals on the ground leading from the walkway to his bed, where a few boxes laid on top.

“Connie..you didn’t.” You felt tears brimming your eyes, looking up at him. He held your duffle bag, urging you to go inside. When you get inside, he closes the door behind you (and makes sure to hang the ‘Ne Pas Déranger!’ sign on the door handle).

You waited until he stood in front of you to open the biggest box (as he instructed). Inside was an assortment of toys and a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. You looked up at him with a ‘really?’ look. He simply shrugged.

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I use toys on you. Open the last one now, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but picked up the box. You unwrapped it and looked at the small, black box. Hesitantly, you open it. Inside was the most beautiful ring you’d seen. When you went to look up at Connie, he’d already been kneeling in front of you. Your face scrunched up, trying your hardest not to cry as he holds one of your hands in both of his. He inhales, swallowing tears of his own. 

“Do you remember the day we met, baby? You were working at that coffee shop on campus.”

You giggled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, and you asked me some stupid ass question about-”

“How many grams of protein was in the bagel and the cream cheese you’d just given me.” He interrupted, laughing with you. “You gotta give me credit, baby, it was the only way I could think to talk to you. You were way outta my league.”

You scoffed. “Nah, you were out of my league. But you still got my number though..after waiting like two months.”

“Yeah, you’re a stubborn one.” He looked away from you for a second to collect himself. “But that’s what I love about you.”

“You know what you want, and you make it known that you’ll do whatever to get it. When you said we could be friends, you have no idea how excited I was. I made sure to text you every morning, between classes, and before bed. I knew you were busy, but I wanted you to know I was gonna be there for you always. When I broke up with my last girl, you were there for me. When your ex cheated on you I was there for you. Even though you stayed longer than I’d like, I still showed my support for you.”

“Through all that, I saw how much trust you put in me and how much you let me into your heart. Two years after we met I asked you to be my girlfriend. Of course you said no, because you’re so damn stubborn.”

“Connie you asked me to be your girlfriend in the Wendy’s drive thru, of course I was gonna say no.”

He held his heart as if he were hurt by your comment. “It wasn't even about allat. I loved you and I knew if I didn't at least try I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”

“But I eventually said yes, didn’t I?”

He nodded, kissing the back of your hand. “Si, you did. And now I’m asking you to be my wife.”

“In a hotel.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oui, but a hotel in France.”

“I’m joking, Con. I’ll marry you. Doesn’t matter where, when, or how. I love you.”

“And I love you, cariño.”

You handed him the box and watched as he slipped the ring on your finger. He stood to his feet, embracing you tightly. When he pulled away, he wiped the tears from your cheeks, sighing at your complaints of him ‘ruining your makeup’. 

“You think it’s ruined now? Just wait until I get you naked on this bed, mami.”

You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You can’t not make a sex joke, can you? It hasn’t been 2 minutes since you proposed and you’ve already got sex on your mind.”

“It’s what I’m good at. Besides making you scream..”

“Connie..” You walked away from him, walking into the bathroom to touch up your makeup. He followed, letting his hands grab at your waist.

“Baby, can you grab that box out of my suitcase?”

“What b-oooh that box.”

He smirked at you through the mirror, leaving a kiss on your neck before walking away to rummage through your luggage. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Connie tossing article after article of clothing out of your suitcase and behind him onto the floor. You rolled your eyes, poking your head out of the door to scold him, but it was almost as if he felt you staring daggers into the back of his head as he muttered a quick ‘désolée’ before finding the box. He stood to his feet, walking back to you with a smile on his face. You give him a sarcastic smile back, pushing him out of the bathroom before shutting the door and locking it.

No longer than 10 seconds and he was already complaining on the other side of the door. 

“Mamiiiiii, do you really have to have the door closed and locked? Tu es si dramatique”

“I’m not dramatic, Con, you just can't control yourself.”

You rolled your eyes as he sighed dramatically on the other side of the door. You slipped into the lingerie set, not quite being able to reach behind to tie the string. Grabbing two towels, you wrap one around the top half of your body and one around the bottom, leaving only your back exposed. Unlocking the door, you open it to find Connie leaning against the doorframe. Sighing, you turn back around, facing away from him.

“I need you to tie the string.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Why all the towels?”

“You can’t control yourself.”

He scoffed, taking both pieces of string in his hand to pull them and tie them tightly and properly. Turning you back around, he looked in your eyes, then down to your stomach, then back up to your eyes. You watched as he basically eye fucked you before closing the door again. Sitting on the lid of the toilet, you slip your feet into the clear heels he’d also gifted you, tightening the strap on both. Slowly, you stood up, walking over to the mirror to fluff your hair a little and adjust your breasts. Finally, you slipped on the robe, tying it around your waist. 

Flipping the switch, the bathroom quickly lost light. You took a deep breath, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your chest. 

“‘Kay, I’m coming out. Close your eyes, Connie.”

He giggles, covering his eyes with both palms. “They’re closed, baby. Amène ton cul sexy ici, bébé.”

You twisted the knob on the door, slowly opening it. You walk over to Connie, your heels announcing your every step as they knock on the floor. Connie knows when you’ve stopped walking. Not just because your heels stopped hitting against the floor, but he could smell you. Keeping his eyes closed, he removed both hands from his eyes, pulling you closer between his open legs. He smooths his cold hands over your body, groaning softly as he tugs at the silk fabric. You shudder at that, trying your hardest not to moan.

“You can open 'em now, Con.”

Quickly, his eyes shot open, taking in everything he saw before him. The sight of your hair pinned back, just to keep the strands from in your face, the way your tits sat up beautifully through the see-through silk robe you had on, your painted toes peeking through your heels. Everything made Connie insanely hard. He knew he should take his time, but it was hard seeing you so…nude, but not even nude. He brought his hands up to your waist, toying with the ribbon. Your silent whines let him know all he needed to. Slowly and calculated, he unties the ribbon, letting it fall. The robe opened up just enough for him to see your belly piercing in front of his face. Placing a soft kiss on your belly, he pulled the robe open, exposing the rest of your front. He could finally see those thighs on full display, wanting nothing more than to mark them up and make you cry. 

“Take it off, mami. Go ahead, don’t be shy. You was talkin’ all that shit yesterday, what happened?”

“Shut up, Connie.” You slipped your arms out of the robe, letting it drop to the floor behind you. Connie looked you up and down again, licking his lips seductively before turning you around. Roughly, he placed both palms on your hips, squeezing them enough to have you groaning. The sounds that left your mouth made him twitch in his pants. As much as he wanted to tease you, he was tired of waiting to have you. It was so much easier when you weren’t standing in front of him.

Quickly, Connie stood up from the bed, cupping your face in his hands. The way he towered over you made you feel so small…so submissive. Softly, he moved his hands from your face to your shoulders, softly pushing down on them. You quickly received the hint and got onto your knees, placing your hands on top of them. You watched intently and quietly as he slowly unbuckled his belt, removing it completely and tossing it on the bed behind you. When you reached up to unbutton his pants, he softly slapped your hands away.

“Almost forgot. Go ahead and grab those cuffs in that bag next to you.”

You reached into the bag, grabbing the matte black handcuffs and handing them over. Once you set them in his hand, Connie moved behind you, cuffing both of your wrists behind your back. Once he had you confirm the cuffs were tight, he moved back in front of you. He held a slight smirk, placing his hand on your head while he looked down on you. He lightly tapped the side of your face with his other hand, sighing heavily.

“You know what your safeword is, right?”

You nod. “It’s __.”

“And what’s my name for tonight? What are you gonna call me when I’m digging in it?”

“Daddy.”

“Or…?”

You bite your lip in concentration, fingers fidgeting behind your back while he looked at you impatiently. His intense look made your eyes twinkle with realization.

“Papi…or sir, but you don’t really like sir like that Con, do you?” You ramble. He chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“And in the event that you’ve got my dick or sum in your mouth, what do you do when you wanna stop?”

“Three taps, pinches, or slaps on whatever I can reach."

He didn’t respond, just nodded. Finally, he kisses your forehead, unbuttoning his pants. He keeps them at his waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna beat that pussy up, baby. Gonna make you cum until you cry.”

[paigestrufru]

Oh really ~ paige bueckers

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

might make a part 2?? (Prolly not cus im nervous im gonna get hate cus of how bad this is😭😭)

Warnings: language, suggestive, y/n use

AT PRACTICE you were all practicing simple shots and defense but like normal coach was being tough on you he could tell you were slacking and he knew you could do better.

“Y/N come here” coach said you pass the ball to Nika while you head towards him when your standing infront of him he asks “whats up with you today your missing easy shots” in your mind you already knew what he was about to say “im sorry coach im just tired” he rolls his eyes at this “ well looks like you need to start getting more sleep and less partying” crap how does he know i went out last night “ what have i told u about coming to practice hungover” he says giving you a stare” “im so sorry coach wont happen again” you say basically begging for him to not give u laps “2 laps now Y/N and make them fast” you sigh starting to run around the court.

As you start your laps u hear a familiar voice laughing you turn your head mid lap and see paige laughing at you, you roll your eyes while flicking her off and continue running coach blows his whistle and says “paige and Y/N your both staying after practice and putting up equipment since this is funny” paige pouts at this and u laugh.

After practice your running around collecting the basketballs while paige is grabbing the racks “so you went out last night” you hear paige say you rub your forehead not wanting to talk about it “ yeah it was my friends birthday” paige raised and eyebrow at this “and you thought it would be a good idea to come to practice hungover” you roll your eyes “ what was I supposed to do skip?!” You ask while putting the basketballs on the racks “ nah just now it makes sense why you were missing easy shots” paige says laughing “ oh cmon i could make those shots on you anyday” you say jokingly “oh really” paige looks at you while passing you a basketball, you looking confused but then accept the challenge

After a few minutes or so you and paige were throwing around a couple shots or so and she was definitely winning but still wanted to go easy on you because of your different skills. By any means you weren’t a bad player at all but compared to paige bueckers she blew you out the water but you both had different strong suits.

30 minutes later you and paige had wrapped up yalls game and started to finish cleaning “so i thought you could make those shots on me any day?” paige says while packing up her gym bag “really p?”she chuckles at this “you knew i was joking” you say rolling your eyes “yeah but i still had to prove you wrong” paige says while looking at you “oh really?” you reply while looking back at her “yeah oh really” Paige says while slowly waking towards you, when she gets infront of you she looks you up and down with those blue eyes but this time they have something behind them something you have never seen or felt. “you okay ma you staring pretty hard” she says breaking the loud silence then you realize you have been death staring her the complete whole time, you were so caught up with how good she looked u had zoned out of reality. When you look back up at her she is still looking at you just this time directly into your eyes “hush paige” you reply chuckling “i bet ill be the one saying that to you next time” you hear her say under her breath “what was that?” you ask “you heard me ma” she replies while backing up to grab her bag and walks out the door of the gym.

[finemeal]

AO3 Etiquette

Alright, y’all, you already know what I’m about to say. But go ahead get some water, something to eat, take your meds, and whatever else you need to do as I go into this. Ready? Good.

I’ve seen far too many users on AO3 being rude and saying things that I’m not even sure they understand is rude.

If you’ve done these things, don’t sweat it too much. As long as you learn and do better, that’s what’s important. I don’t wanna make anyone feel bad, but I want to make y’all AWARE.

So let’s talk about some basic etiquette for interacting on AO3.

(Disclaimer: not every AO3 author is going to agree. Some are okay with some of these things, some aren’t. Let’s just play on the safe side yeah?)

Comment Etiquette

Listen, we’ve all left comments on fics we like. But here’s the thing, some of us don’t realize what comments are rude or not.

Comments that pass the vibe check:

Hearts

Something you liked about the story

Saying you enjoyed the story

Excited to see more from an author (not demanding an update, not asking for more, just genuine excitement for whatever the author has in store)

Anything that is genuinely nice

Theories on what you think will happen (not necessarily what you want or hope happens)

Comments that do not pass the vibe check:

DEMANDING an update

Treating fic authors like content pumps and not real people who do this in their free time

Critiquing the story

Saying how they should’ve written something different

Constructive criticism that the author did NOT ask for

Saying things that are purposefully antagonistic

Trolling

Anything that if someone said to you about something you worked hard on you would think was rude

Dogging on how a character was written

Comments that are WILDLY different from the tone of the story (i.e leaving a graphically violent comment on a story that does not feature graphic violence)

Any mention on how long it’s been since they’ve updated — you’re gonna make your wait longer

This one is more of a personal ick but any “want to see” comments, specifically on one-shots (I want you to enjoy what I’ve written, not talk about stories you hope I’ll write — unless author says that they specifically want those comments)

Honestly there’s so many comments that do not pass the vibe check I can’t even list them all. But I listed a BUNCH so, general rule of thumb is: If you’re not sure it’s rude, reach out to a friend and ask. Also, you can ask for people in the comment section to vibe check you if you’re unsure. And? If you know it’s rude and say it anyway, you’re an asshole.

ALSO: author’s will read your comments! They may not respond, but 9/10 author’s will read the comment so remember that you’re not posting into the void. And? People will call you out if you’re being rude. Don’t double down. Apologize, delete comment, move on.

Author’s talk, we will block you if you’re a raging asshole cuz we don’t need that kinda energy in our fics. And, sometimes we’ll turn off anon commenters cuz if you’re going to continue to be an asshole, and can’t even say it to our face, you din’t deserve to comment.

Bookmark Etiquette

This one is prolly gonna get a lot of people riled up and I simply don’t care. If you disagree, that’s fine, just know as an author and friends with other AO3 author’s we consider these sorts of things rude.

Bookmarks that pass the vibe check:

No comment

A nice comment with the bookmark

Private bookmarks (no matter what it’s tagged/commented with)

Nice/neutral tags

A note to self about where you left off

Bookmarks that do not pass the vibe check:

Anything rude for the comment/tag section of a bookmark — unsure what’s rude? See comment section above

Ranking the fic (see this way more often in bookmarks than anywhere else)

Unread bookmarks (not always a fail, it’s just weird? You can mark for later, why are you bookmarking my story without reading it?)

If your bookmark is private? It doesn’t matter how you tag/note it/whatever. But if it’s public? Author’s will sometimes go look at bookmarks because people will leave nice little comments that make us feel good. If you say something mean we can’t even delete it. But I can guarantee we’ll block you!

Yes, bookmarks are for the reader, but just because you didn’t intend for an author to see what you said doesn’t make it any less mean. If it’s public: shame on you. Make a bookmark that’s mean in private, then I won’t care.

Conclusion

Don’t be mean. If you don’t like a story, you don’t have to say anything. It takes more time to leave a nasty comment or bookmark something in a mean way than it does to just back out of the fic. I get it, you don’t like the fic. I don’t like every fic I read. You know what we do? We use the back button.

We’re all people, we all have lives and things going on. Just know 2024 is the year I’m no longer replying to nasty comments. I’m deleting them, blocking if I want to, and moving on.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Again, this post has a very aggressive tone because I’m sick of seeing mean comments on my friend’s fics. Will this stop those comments? No, but I hope it lessens them.

This truly is just about educating people. If you have any questions, anything you want to add. Feel free, pop off monarchs.

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi, bestie – first of all, an update exactly a week later? I’m so proud and we’re so spoiled! It was the best thing to wake up to this morning (my morning 😅) so thank you for that!

Starting off strong with Stephie throwing Colleen under the bus when she didn’t even do anything wrong but be boring LMAO, I love this kid so much.

Azzi realising that her kid is also not immune to the Paige Bueckers charm, like mother like daughter.

I know Thalia’s so done with Paige lol, like she out there just doing her job and doing it well, and yet she’s stuck with her dumbass client (affectionate) whose personal life is perhaps just a little too complicated.

That one-year contract boutta create a fountain of angst huh?

Not Stephie hitting the gym and lifting them weights! A fictional 5-yr old is putting me to shame, you hate to see it 😩

But oh my god, it’s crazy how much she loves P already and vice versa. Although, at this point, I’m just as attached to Stephie as Paige is, blondie’s not special 😒

“I missed you,” Stephie confesses, “did you miss me?” – Like this??? I can’t handle their cuteness omg.

And our first Pazzi + Stephie scenes – PERFECTION.

What would we do without kids and their lack of filter? Stephie is gonna bring these two idiots back together, brick by brick, revelation by revelation, and one innocent, inquisitive question at a time.

I cackled at Paige being insecure of what Stephie might think about her ice cream order lmao, like girl stand up! And then finding out they both have the same favourite flavour? Yep, that’s it, Paige you ARE the other parent!

“So do you wanna be a boring old tree or do you wanna be a big, strong Husky who bleeds blue?” – Um, this is leading the witness, your honour! But like a very valid point was made cause who does wanna be a boring old tree?

OK well if y’all still think that the other is the prettiest, most beautiful of them all, well then now KISS.

A Tim and Paige interaction – we CHEERED (and cried a lil)! And baby Stephie and P! Not Tim just handing Stephie over and leaving them, he’s prolly like “well shit, this really should be your baby too anyway” 😭

Now this last bit, Nivi, imma just live in denial for a little while longer okay? Cause it was a diamond ring! I didn’t hear or read anything about a wedding band. And no, I will choose to ignore this person being called “wife”. Cause I’m not ready to accept the fact that P might have been married to anyone else other than Azzi! 😤

But then the revelation of Azzi saying no to marrying P? That was the real dagger 💔

What’s next?

Imma sound like a broken record and I’ll keep saying it but scenes with Stephie are just too precious. I LIVE for them and will continue to do so.

I can’t wait for when she finally gets to cheer for her two favourite players courtside. OH and imagine during a post-game presser with Azzi and Paige, and Azzi brings Stephie along and she immediately goes to sit on P’s lap instead of Azzi’s and they’re both just in their own little world while Azzi tries to actually answer the questions, and everyone in the media plus the public is absolutely eating. it. up.

Speaking of Stephie and P though, “And Paige would never willingly hurt Stephie…but that doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t break her heart any way.” Is this foreshadowing that I see here, Nivi? You’re already gonna make me suffer through potential Drew and Azzi angst and now we might have to go through Stephie and Paige angst too at some point??

On top of that, I just know the flashback to Azzi turning down marriage with P or however that played out is gonna be heartbreaking AF. It’s all just gonna be too much for my fragile little heart to handle (but I’m secretly gonna love all of it cause you know how much I love my angst).

The happy ending will make it all ok though. Side note: I’m getting too much ‘the 1’ undertones, and that makes me stress a lil, but I know you wouldn’t do that to us 😌

Oh and I guess we’re gonna find out more about the “wife” eventually… (Nivi: It’s- Us: For the plot 😭)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I just thought about the moment Paige has to spell something in front of Stephie, pray for her 🙏

And lastly, these lyric/song choices, Nivi! You’re really taking us back huh. My favourite nostalgic writer for a reason.

Favourite line/quote:

Azzi has always been the brightest star, at least in Paige’s galaxy, and she can’t help but let the next words slip through her lips, “she still is.”

As always, thank you for sharing your talents, we don’t deserve you 🥹💗 Enjoy the rest of your week, bestie, catch you soon!

-🙋‍♀️

BESTIEEEE! Can you believe I actually did that lmao? But yeah I would not get used to daily Monday updates because we all know me and procrastination.

#FreeColleen cause not only does this poor woman have to deal with Paige and Azzi's bullshit for the second time, she's also being unfair antagonized by a five-year old

Thalia and Colleen are gonna needa go out for drinks at some point with the way their clients are behaving

I love how everyone caught the foreshadowing with the one-year contract tee hee <3

Paige and Stephie are the definition of it's not blood that makes a bond and I adore writing the two of them together

LMAO sorry for the shade Stanford but unfortunately this is a #BleedBlue household for life and it just felt very true to Paige

AH I'm glad you liked the Tim and Paige interaction cause I know that was one of your ideas and it felt right to add it in. He looked at Paige was like "wait a minute why am I taking care of *your* child" and just dipped fr

TRUST ME! It will all make sense eventually!

There will definitely be more Stephie like I doubt we'll ever have a completely Stephie-less chapter

THAT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOD. We have a little bit of a while before we get into the season but I'm totally stealing that cause I love watching press conferences with kids.

Well if she hurts Stephie's Mama...

I'm so excited to write that flashback, y'all don't even know like I actually do have a little bit of that planned out and mayhaps there's more to it than just marriage...guess you'll find out!

LMAO I've got y'all scared with all my "the 1" references. I was gonna use it as lyrics but I figure y'all might actually lose it before you read it if I did that.

AHAHAHA poor Paige is gonna learn to spell just for Stephie

Lowkey been listen to my Nostalgia playlist while writing because honestly the single parent x ex trope feels very rooted in that era so a lot of the lyrics probably will me from around that time.

As always thank you for making me smile by paying my inbox a vist. It's always a good day when I check and you're here <3

[mrs-monaghan]

“no way Jimin wasn't gonna be around for his baby till the end.” Jimin is still here because he still has work to do? He’s literally working on a project and a possible pj2

Hey. You freaking anti. Wtf do you think you're doing?

There is nothing to debunk here. Members were only obligated to drop one album before going in. If workaholic Jimin wants to get some work done while he waits for bae then so be it.

What else about Jikook do you want to debunk? I wonder 🤔 Is this the issue?

Tweet

Does that bother you so much that you can't stand the fact that Jimin is still around because JK is?

Does it bother you that their concepts continue to be similar?

On purpose? Does it bother you enough to wanna debunk that too?

Here is a 2017 "coincidence" you're prolly in the mood to debunk. That one time Jimin shared this

Only for JK to come online a few minutes later and post this

It bothers you, doesn't it? That JK most definitely dedicated that to Jimin? Or will u debunk it? Eh?

Since we are debunking, lets go way back to when Jimin wanted JK as a present for his coming of Age

Because that's a completely normal hetero thing to ask for. Do u wanna debunk that one? While we are on the topic of birthdays do you wanna debunk this one too?

Or maybe this is what's making u upset

A selfie featuring the arm where he has only Jikook tattooed on his arm. No other members. Just them. Mad that not only are Jikook's signatures next to eo, but that thats exactly where Poly c decided to take his selfie.

It sucks for you that it's always Jikook, doesn't it? Bugs you to your core. That's why u wanna debunk Jimin being there for JK. Like history hasn't shown us otherwise.

You sensitive idiot anon who can't take the fact that Jikook will always be connected no matter what. Fuck off, go lick your wounds and then go to bed. There aint no debunking Jikook.

Not today, mathafaka.

[grimmcheems]

Art dump 1 🚮🎀✨

I don’t have anything for Halloween so………art dump.

Was cleaning up and getting rid of some arts I didn't see myself continuing. Ik they don't look great but I like to share my ideas and how much potential they had before I abandoned them. A lot of these are like concept sketches and stuff I was fixated on at the moments I made them. Some of these are rly old, some of them younger like a yr old….a couple were initial sketches of ideas I have semi-related full arts of that I've actually posted in my acc later on.

Like the Ryouko yakuza one and Hinami on her chair. Those were the first sketches I made of those ideas (the yakuza Hinami AU I have) but I never got back to them and they were very old and I did not feel like trying to improve them, I chose to keep them as like archival sketches instead.

The Raditz one is related to an au I haven’t drawn yet but it’s basically an au where he lives and decides to change for goku (as he’s the only family he’s got left), in the meantime he enjoys the time he spends with his nephew but don’t let chichi find out he was left alone with him. She’s still mad about his kidnapping and takes a longer time accepting him.

Monster high bc I loved Toralei when I was younger and I know nothing about Clair but loved her design when I came across it. I drew them together after watching some clips of her and thought they’d get along if they ever met. I’ve been wanting to draw HooDude VooDoo because he’s adorable and deserves to be loved, but don’t hold me to it I’ll prolly never get to it.

Grell and Will bc 13yr old me could always sense their weird dynamic and I wanted to make something where Will reciprocates. I also had a huge crush on him but didn’t mind sharing him or was bothered at the thought of Grell with him😔🎀I was originally gonna draw Grell with her iconic short hair but when I made this it was rly hard and I got frustrated and gave up and gave her long hair instead. I also had the fattest crush on short hair Grell…..maybe it’s the glasses with the two💀😔🗿

Ballroom/cruel god/trolls are unrelated and sketches I made when I was bored and had rly good ideas but I didn’t end up going through with them in the end. I love Jeremy and Marjorie.😭💖

Lastly the Eren and Armin. Idk, I made this with the context of some fics I read at the time. A lot of them had to do with Armin’s struggle to understand Eren and Mikasa’s decision to keep him alive and he ends up hating Eren to some degree. It’s a bit hard to explain exactly what I was going for since the fics had context for it. I just wanted to interpret Armin’s resentment towards him and attempting to harm Eren in some way(but his younger version) in order to keep him from becoming his s4 version. Like time travel stuff but not rly, it’s all in his mind and the only way he can keep himself from having a violent outburst towards him.

Ik I’m a yapper and that no one is probably going to read all this but I always like to provide context for my drawings, even if they seem convoluted, I literally cannot bring myself to just post something without context. I need to yap about my fixations and what I based it off or I’ll go insane.

[kawaiianimekitten]

Obey me x reader

He scares you/accidentally-ish makes you fear him

Mammon

I decided to do the whole part all at once for this one

Warnings - cussing, not proofread, violence, hurt/comfort

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I had overhead some of the brothers talking about how Mammon had gotten an unusually rough punishment from Lucifer, so I wanted to make sure he was ok and hopefully forget about it for a bit.

I have some games, some food and drinks, some music, some movies, and some other stuff to hopefully cheer him up.

I get to his room and knock on his door before just walking in.

"Hey, Mams, I heard you ha-" I immediately stop talking and drop everything when I see Mammon.

"Oh my god, are you ok???" I rush over to him, quickly looking at the bruises all over his body.

He pulls away from me glaring. "Does it look like I'm ok?"

Gently grabbing his hand and holding it in mine, I reply "No... Wanna talk about it? Or I brought some stuff if ya wanna-"

"No. Just leave me alone." He pulls his hand away.

Not knowing how to react, I just stand there. He's never acted like this twords me. Am I supposed to actually go? He doesn't usually mean it when he says it, but he does seem more serious than usual. Maybe I-

"Stop standing there with that stupid look on your face, human." Wow. So that's how he's gonna play it.

I glare right back. "Fine. I'll leave. Before I do, though." I go grab his favorite snack and drink that I dropped when walking in and hand it to him, softening my look. "I brought these for you. If you wanna talk or hang out, you know where I'm at."

I turn around to leave before being pulled back.

Pop

"Fuck! Mams, that hurt, dammmit." I say, holding my now out of socket arm.

He gets in my face still glaring. "If I wanted food or drinks or you I woulda come got it myself. But I didn't. So why the fuck are you here. I never asked you to be." He had turned into his demon form sometime when I was turned around and is now bearing his fangs at me like some kind of dog.

Wtf is wrong with him today? He usually doesn't look like he wants to skin me.

"Mams, can you back up? If you want me to leave, I will. You don't have to be a dick about it. Ah!" I barely not my sentence out before Mammon has me pinned to the wall, arm on my throat.

"Don't talk to me that way. I have to deal with my brothers treating me like shit, I'm not gonna let you as well."

I can't breathe. I can't breath. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Just keeps repeating in my head as I try to get free from Mammon's arms.

Thankfully Levi decided to walk in, wanting his money from Mammon for something anime related, I'm guessing.

"Mammon! Get off her!" He tries pulling his brother away as Beel and Belphie pop their head in curiously before going to help get Mammon away.

I hit the floor, head spinning while gasping for air once they get him off.

Lucifer, hearing all the commotion, had begrudgingly came to check, immediately alert seeing 3 of his brothers pulling Mammon away from me.

Lucifer turns into his demon form. "What is going on here?!" Everyone immediately stops what their doing. Except me, I continue to cough and gasp for air, feeling so outta breath as if I just ran a marathon.

"Mammon. My office. Beel, take her to the couch. Levi, she'll prolly need a cold compress to reduce any swelling on her neck. Belphie, water." Lucifer commanded. Next thing I know I'm in beels arms.

When walking past Lucifer, though, I whisper "please go easy on him..."

He might've just scared the shit outta me, but I would feel bad if he got another bad punishment after just having a bad one.

Mammon later walks through the living room, glaring at me. I just hide in Beels side, deciding to try to ignore it.

By dinner he looks almost bad to normal. More like a kicked puppy rather than a pissed off demon.

I make eye contact with him, but he glares at me, making me flinch and look away. I guess I was wrong. Not back to normal.

It's been a little over 24 hours since what happened. By lunch he finally stopped glaring at me, thankfully. It's currently dinner and I can feel his eyes on me.

I look up and meet his eyes, which look less bright than usual, which breaks my heart a bit. He looks down, and after a minute I feel my phone vibrate. I check my phone, careful so that Lucifer doesn't notice (he doesn't like phones at the table, unless it's very important).

It's Mammon. 'Hey... I'm sorry... Wanna watch some TV in the livin room after dinner? I got somethin for ya I wanna give ya...'

'ok' I quickly reply before going back to eating.

I go back to my room to get ready to hang with Mammon and calm my nerves a bit.

Knock knock

"hm?" I open the door seeing a sheepish Mammon standing there, fidgeting with his own hands.

"U-Uhm, H-Hey Mc..."

I smile a little, glad he seems back to normal. "Hi"

"Ready to h-hang out?" He seems kinda scared as if I'll reject him, even though I already agreed.

"Yup, let's go." I step outta my room, closing the door behind me.

I hear him take a deep breath before gently taking my hand in his. Once he notices I'm not putting up a fight or upset about it, he takes me to the living room that's already set up like a mini pillow fort.

He faces me and gently grabs my other hand, acting as if in glass.

"Mc... I'm really sorry for how I've been acting... I have no reasoning good enough to excuse what I did and how I acted following it..." He lets go of one of my hands, pulling something out of his pocket.

It's a beautiful necklace with a locket on it, along with some additional lockets I can put onto the necklace.

I take the necklace and open the locket. It's a picture of us on his first date.

He had opened the other lockets while I was looking at the one in my hands.

One was us getting scolded by Lucifer after we started a food fight. Another is one he took while I was asleep on him. There's a group one of everyone that's chaotic, rather than the nice, organized ones Lucifer likes.

"I know this doesn't make up for my behavior or anything... But I just wanted to show how truly sorry I am... And that I truly love you with all my heart..."

I tackle him in a hug, which he reciprocates after a moment of shock.

"How long were you practicing that?" I smile up at him.

"S-Since Breakfast..." He shyly confesses.

We just end up hugging, laughing, saying I love yous, sorry from Mammon, and even crying. All while in eachothere arms.

"I l-love you, my Treasure"

"I love you too Mams."

We do eventually pull ourselves together enough to get ourselves over to the fort to cuddle and watch the show Mams picked out.

[insomniakisses]

Short headcannon/idea dump on having samoyed!Rosie and scottishfold!jennie

SFW

Rosie loves kisses so u jus kiss her head n ears all the time bc she makes such happy noises n grins so much

And kitten jennie loves sleeping in a pile of ur clothes and sunbathing 24/7. Give her ear scratches n shell purr so loud

cuz the way jennie would purr so loud she’d prolly be like vibrating n rosie would smile so bright at that

Shed have her eyes closed n jus purr so much she was litterally moving and chae would giggle and grin at her but jennies two blissed out n happy to care (shell pounce on her later rn its ear scratches time)

But dont think ur gonna get away without having chaes head on ur chest and giving her kisses and playing with her hair

Ull end uo with her asleep on ur chest and jennie curled up on ur tummy. U is not moving for a LONGGGG time

NSFW!

The rule in your house is no clothes on as long as there are no people over and you almost always play with their balls because their just squishy and fuzzy

Jen just wakes up a little to watch you and then just rolls her eyes and goes back to sleep

You can make jennie do a lot of things with sex

The one thing that you can’t make her do is baths and she knows what time and week it is so she’ll fuck you extra hard that day so you forget

She still gets bath time but now it’s in the shower as she continues to fuck you it’s the only way you saw how to get her clean

Preferes fucking long,hard n fast and being in full control

Rosé wakes up the second you touch them and you just watch as her dick slowly gets hard

When that happens you just look at her cock throbbing and angry waiting for you to do something with it as she looks like a confused puppy

But now that you got her all hot and bothered she wants you to help her out with it

Whines when you get up to go do something like hello your cute puppy needs your help with a problem you caused

Loves standing or sitting their with u riding her or u fucking ur self on her cock

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Mush’s background

 

My take on how Mush became a Newsie 📰

-Mush-

i whimpered, pressing my fingers against my mouth. they came away bloody. i ran a tongue over my teeth and spat out some white pieces oh god it hurt—.

-Jack-

goddamnit it was c o l d. i shivered as i rubbed my arms. shoulda brought my fuckin jacket. 

“it better not fucking snow” i growled, glaring up at the sky. at that point i heard what sounded like someone scrabbling for a foothold. i whipped around, expecting someone other than the Eight or Nine year old boy staring wide-eyed back at me.  

he was darker skinned, with extremely curly brown hair that was matted with blood, his entire face was bloody and bruised. i blinked, startled

“hey kid, what happened to you?” i said gently. looking at him. being almost eleven i probably wasn’t much older than him. he blinked at me, hunching over in a slightly protective way.

“uh- look we gotta get you cleaned up- do you got parents?” he shook his head, watching me warily.

“okay, uhm… alright how about you come back to the newsboy lodge with me, we can patch you up there” i said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. he scrambled back, hissing. i laughed slightly

“hey, hey, i’m not gonna hurt you, i promise, i promise” i said gently “my names Jack, Jack Kelly. people call me Cowboy” i said. he continued to eye me up and down warily. 

“look, just come back to the lodge, none of us will hurt you, i promise”

— an hour later—

Race crouched in front of the boy, holding out some bread

“c’mon kid, it ain’t the best food” he laughed “but it’s food and ya look hungry” the kid just stared back at him. Race tried to hand him the bread and the boy quite literally tried to bite his hand. Race yanked his hand back, an Italian curse slipping out of his mouth. Smalls snickered.

“let me try” she offered, taking the bread from race. she crouched in front of the boy.

“hey kid, i’m Smalls- sorry if i’m talking to loud for ya, I’m a loud girl” she laughed “so uh, i ain’t sayin ya gotta eat it now, but eat the bread” she tossed the bread at him and it landed in his lap. he started and looked at the bread. Race looked at the 6/

“do you talk kid?” he asked. the boy just stared4 back at us. I crouched next to smalls

“you got a name?” the kid bared his teeth, which made us all the more aware of his teeth, which were either chipped or gone. the more i looked at him thhe more i realized how fucked uo his mouth looked. He said something softly. it wasn’t that we couldn’t hear him, we could just couldn’t understand him. i looked at smalls, she shrugged and looked at Race, who threw his hands up. 

“maybe he said is name?” one of the twins suggusted.

“prolly?” Whisper said in his raspy voice. i shrugged. 

“it sounds like total Mush!” Stone said, ruffling his own hair. Race snapped his fingers

“We ought call him Mush!” he said, gesturing to the kids bloodied face.

the kid seemed to be pressing himself more and more into the corner as we spoke. 

“honestly it’s better than Blink” the twin said. Blink made an offended noise.

“hEy!”

“you’re name dumbass not you” the twin replied. that resulted in a minor shouting match

Smalls stood up and shooed the others away.

“quit scarin’ him!” she said. i laughed and backed away. Smalls rolled her eyes and returned to the corner where she and Sniper had been sitting. I watched the boy, who just seemed to be watching all of us. 6i looked around, trying to find Whisper as he had disappeared.

—later 3rd—

Mush was now sitting on a bunk in the corner of the room. one of the older boys whose name he didn’t know had wrestled with him until he could clean off his mouth.  he touched his lip, which had a sort of numb feeling to it and felt slightly misshapen somehow. a boy poked his head down from the bunk above him and Mush started, scrambling back against the wall. the boy, who had shaggy Blond hair and an eyepatch, quirked his visible eyebrow.

“you good?” he asked. Mush just stared at him. the boy jumped down in a well-practiced motion, standing in front of Mush’s bunk. as Mush studied him he noticed the dirt on his neck, and a bruise on his arm. the boy glanced at the bread that lay untouched on the bunk

“id eat it if i was you- it won’t taste right for much longer” he said. mush just stared at him.

“uh- do you speak English?” the boy asked. Mush didn’t respond, wanting to see where this was goin. the boy spoke a few words of a harsh sounding language and waited.

“okay- do you talk at all?” the boy asked, seeming a bit frustrated. Mush shrugged. the boy seemed a little less irritated now.

“okay… oh!” he said “are you not eating cause your mouth hurts?”

mush shrugged, looking down. 

“i’m Blink by the way. and don’t worry about these guys- they’re nice, they won’t hurt ya” mush looked up at the boy- Blink. Blink laughed slightly “and it ain’t so bad here yknow- and i get if it’s a little scary or overwhelming at first but these guys really aren’t that bad” mush tentatively picked up the bread, breaking off a tiny piece. Blink nodded and mush didn’t seem convinced.

“would it help if i ate some? to show you it’s safe to eat?” Blink offered. Mush nodded and blink broke a piece off,  hewing and swallowing the bread. 

“all good- a lil stale though” he laughed a bit. mush ate some of the bread and Blink climbed back up to his bunk. 

[toxicanonymity]

brothel - ratings and dirty talk

Blog FAQ / Brothel Show

Audience favorability ratings are in. They're seated around the sectional while Trouble reads.

Trouble is looking over the report. “Couple of holdouts, but overall--shit, these are better than pre-Tinder. Man they love it when you-uhhhh- Step, they're real happy with you, man."

Stepdad: "They love it when I what?" He snatches the report from Trouble. There's a word cloud of audience comments: whimpering, pathetic, make him cry, jack off. Stepdad drops the paper, slumps back into the cushion and rubs his temples.

Cocktail hour has begun.

Vampire: "Hey, anyone seen Night Walks? We were gonna hang out."

Trouble: "Word of advice? Fangirl all ya want-"

Raider nods, "He eats it up"

Trouble: "-but don’t ask for tips on your dirty talk."

Vampire: “Dirty–I wasn’t gonna–what?”

Raider: “Makes him feel like a whore.” 

Vampire looks around, “Uh. . .”

Trouble clarifies, “like people only want one thing from him.”

Raider (crosses his arms and nods regretfully). “He’ll go off about how much he can bench, his moves, his cock. . .”

Stepdad: “Thighs, help vampire with his dirty talk.”

Thighs: "don't ya think Lincoln's more his style"

Slasher: "ouch!"

Thighs: "Just the whole my-reader's-special-"

Lincoln: "Sure, man"

Vampire: “Guys, I'm not gonna" (takes a breath, shakes his head at himself for sounding judgmental) "to each his own, but I’m not even–(sighs) I just wanted to hang out"

Thighs: "has ANYONE seen Night Walks tonight?” 

The men look around and no one has seen him. The phone rings. They look at each other and let it ring. 

Raider: "Prolly got too high, I'll check on him later"

(to be continued)

[thewideawakechronicles]

(7/?) (this is taking too long i'm crying-)

(Thank you, Medic, please continue talking sense)

(bless you, Void, reasoning wasn't really gonna work, but I suppose you and Camy are avid pacifists)

(Oh, another award-winning smile! Surely, the smile of someone who feels cornered and threatened, doesn't know what to do, and is prolly about to see her partner die)

(Bam. Bobby gets shot. (That was me, by the way. I don't take that back.) I'm sorry for hurting Bobby, but I would do it again if I had to. It's basically a game of priorities. You need to have them in check. Bobby wouldn't bat an eye to having someone half-dead (example, Frankie, even if he wasn't, girl wouldn't hesitate) if it meant keeping Hoppy safe. In that same motion, Bobby can live with a burn if it means Frankie is freed and can receive medical care)

(Oh hey, it worked (hi Camy, you're late, we're terrorizing the lesbians/j))

(No, Void, we're not here to attack, but it's already far past that part and we physically couldn't free Frankie otherwise. (I mean- sure, Medic could've prolly have changed forms and done something, or Void could've used one of their many weapons (highly unlikely since pacifism, but still), or anon Smith could've tackled Bobby and wrestled her off of Frankie (which I vaguely recall you saying you'd be able to do to Noah, when he was high, who was bigger and more violent than Bobby. Why didn't you? You said later that you fully believed Anon Smith could take Bobby into a fight, why didn't you?) (I won't include Camy, because she explicitly said she didn't want to fight anyone))

(The thing is, everyone was taking too long, and the more "rounds" we had trying to get Bobby off without touching her = the worse Frankie's condition would be later. If you're gonna be upset I went ahead and did it, then I might as well remind you that:

the damage Bobby suffered <<<< the damage Frankie suffered.)

(Yes. Thank you, Medic)

(Don't even need to comment on this)

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(y/n allert 🚨/j)

Guess the glove is gone now. But really, even if you try anything now (no apologies?), you've already ruined your chances long ago (Would you like to offer a better solution rather than shooting flares? Did you have a better plan? I'd love to hear It)

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