#red is smacking his tongue from the roof of his mouth - its really fun that neither of them have lips it lets people get more creative

[a-r00m-with-a-m00se]

Anxiety and kisses

[ficforce]

Lady Beni

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW No set timeline Established relationship Shinra meets Benimaru’s other half

Shinra squinted at Benimaru from across the table, he had long finished his third helping of rice and now had nothing to distract him from the bottom right of the man’s lip. It had been split, it was to the point of being well on its way to healing and there was a whisper of a bruise there too. Someone had given him a vicious uppercut for sure. But who would be stupid enough, let alone brave enough, to injure Captain Shinmon Benimaru?

The man’s thumb brushed over the cut lightly as he read a report, Shinra squinted hard as he thought he saw an almost smile on Benimaru’s lips. “The hell you looking at, kid?”

Shinra jumped and sat up straighter, “Nothing!” He should have known the other would know when he was being watched, another minute passed and teen finally cracked, “Uh, Captain Shinmon?” A grunt of acknowledgement let him know he could continue, “Who hit you?”

“Y/N.” He was yet to look up from the report.

“Y/N?” Shinra leaned forward a little in interest, a woman had hit the Captain?

Benimaru shot him a glare and Shinra shrunk back, “Oi, don’t be so damn casual about her.”

“Waka, that’s the only name you gave him to use,” Konro chose that moment to come in and handed Shinra a wrapped bento box, “I need you to deliver that for me.”

“I’m not listening to any complaints, Konro…” He got up and put his hands on his hips, looking at the bento Shinra was now holding, “Is that for Y/N?”

Konro nodded, “Y/N’s perfecting a new technique by the river, she kept setting things and people on fire by accident. I told her there wasn’t enough space in town.”

“Wait, the Lieutenant called her Y/N too!” The boy let out a yelp as Benimaru smacked the back of his head and glared with his eyes slightly glowing, “OW! …ow… Then, what should I call her? Who is she?”

Benimaru gave a shrug and shoved Shinra with his foot to get him moving toward the door, “You don’t get to call her anything, don’t even look at her - you’re not worthy.”

Shinra grumbled as he saw the Lieutenant hide a laugh behind his hand and shake his head fondly at Benimaru’s pout. He sighed and began walking toward the river, he remembered the place they were talking about and wondered who he was going to meet, someone strong enough to fight Benimaru and who he obviously respected very much. As he walked he was beckoned by the old lady who made daifuku, “Are you going to see Y/N-chan?”

Shinra nodded and looked over his shoulder as if he expected Benimaru to be there and beat him for hearing Y/N’s name again, with no sign of him, Shinra bent down to the old woman’s level, “Who is she?” he whispered, “What should I call her?”

“Y/N-chan?” She tilted her head in confusion, “She’s Beni-chan’s lover, they’ve been together for as long as I can remember… haven’t you met her? I suppose you haven’t, she runs the neighbourhood watch on the other side of Asakusa.” She placed a small bag of daifuku on top of the bento and pat Shinra’s head, “Beni-chan loves her more than anything - Her official title is Lady Beni-chan.” The boy narrowed his eyes at the old lady, certain that wasn’t true but then again… this was Asakusa and they were weird. He made to stand up when he sensed something seriously wrong, suddenly a whoosh of hot air engulfed the street and Shinra made sure to shield the daifuku lady until it had passed.

Bells began to ring and everyone began to get out of the way, helping each other evacuate as the block was deemed unsafe. “It’s another of the big ones!” someone yelled and accidentally bumped Shinra as he passed. A large infernal emerged from the end of the street, fire scorching the homes around it as it ambled unsteadily forward - it was another of the white clads monsters, several infernals merged together to form a giant. Before he could ignite his feet, a fiery matoi flew overhead and took out several buildings in the process. Why couldn’t Benimaru aim for the infernal?! “Damn it, Beni!” A female voice rung through the air and when the teen looked above he saw a figure on the roof above him, the sun blinded him from getting a proper look, “Learn to aim, idiot!”

“Quit complaining!” Benimaru jumped down to the ground beside Shinra, an unlit matoi in his hand, he glared up at the roof and clicked his tongue as if annoyed, “Why don’t you actually do something useful?” He goaded, “Head home and start making dinner like a good girl!”

“Why don’t you shove that up your ass and swivel?” The woman jumped down from the roof and landed gracefully to the other side of Shinra. Shinra was surprised to see that the woman was quite pretty, she looked nothing like he had imagined from hearing her coarse words. Her outfit was very similar to Hikage and Hinata’s, the only difference was that it had no sleeves.

Benimaru shove Shinra roughly and pointed at him, “I told you not to look at her, idiot!”

“Ben-chan!” The woman chided him, “He’s just a baby!”

So this was Y/N? Shinra tried to recall what the old lady had said, she had said that Benimaru and Y/N were long-time lovers and that the Captain loved her more than anything - Then why did they look and speak like they wanted to kick each other’s asses?! He watched as some sort of silent exchange went on and Benimaru took a step back, he formed a circle of flames behind him and then Y/N lifted one of her arms, her fingers forming a distinct sign before the fire around Benimaru began to change.

It shifted and grew, the man adding more firepower to it as it began to coil around him, taking on shape and life until Shinra’s jaw dropped. Y/N had created a giant snake out of the flames, hot enough to singe the stores around the Captain but he seemed perfectly safe in the centre. Y/N lifted her other arm and, with two elegant moves, the fire struck with unbelievable speed and wrapped around the infernal, crushing it in the fiery coils. He watched as its head rose and the snake-like creature looked as if it were trying to eat the monster, all the while it got hotter and hotter until nothing was left of the infernal but ashes.

The fire dissipated into the air and Shinra looked between the two in wonder and awe.

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That evening the twins gave a cheer all of a sudden and ran to greet Y/N as she entered the guardhouse, she crouched down to plant a kiss on each forehead and then sent them back to dinner. She looked a little tired and her hair wasn’t as neat as it had been earlier when Shinra had seen her, he also noted the bandages around her forearms and palms. She sat between Konro and Benimaru, the larger man smiling as she grinned at him and told him they had matching wraps for the day.

Before Shinra could speak to her, Benimaru filled a bowl full of rice and placed it in front of Y/N, he then proceeded to pick up a few pieces of meat he had been saving to place them with it. They were sat so close together that they brushed against the other each time they moved. “What happened to your arms?” He asked casually and poured her a drink.

“Hmm?” She finished chewing and then replied, “I added too much fuel to my kindling and scorched myself.”

“Tch, idiot.”

“Asshole.

“Klutz”

Shinra missed his mouth completely and then blushed as the woman looked at him whilst he tried to pick rice out of his shirt. He didn’t get it, Benimaru had just served her food and they were practically sat on each other but they were insulting the other at the same time. Were they really a couple? “So…uh… you’re a second-generation then?” his grin was wide and he couldn’t help but be tense.

Nobody said anything for a moment and then Y/N let out a little laugh, “You’re so stiff it’s cute!” She had heard about his nervous smiles and didn’t mind that he looked like he was mocking her, “I’m second-gen, I’m only dating Ben-chan so he can light my fires.”

“Too much information, Y/N,” Benimaru smirked behind his cup as he saw her cheeks heat up and she punched his knee in her embarrassment. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheekbone and muttered a small apology at making fun of her.

“Ah…” Now they were being sweet to each other, what even was this relationship? He cleared his throat a little and tried again, “So Captain Shinmon provides the firepower?”

“Not always,” she replied, “I can take control of any flame but Ben-chan’s flames are my favourite, I can really go to town with my ability and he’s not stingy, we made a pretty big dragon today!”

Shinra didn’t even think before he spoke, “I thought it was a snake…” Y/N looked mildly annoyed and her expression became a scowl as the other’s tried not to laugh too much at her, “I mean… It was amazing but it was a snake.”

“You should see her fire fox… Looks like a weird pig!!” This time the twins burst into giggles, Konro excused himself and Benimaru pressed his hand to his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She shot a glare at all of them and the only one to flinch was Shinra as he tried to apologise.

“It was super cool! I was really impressed, Lady Beni-chan!” All of a sudden the laughing stopped and he looked up nervously, “Uh… the Daifuku lady said… that’s what I should call you - The Captain said I can’t use your name so…um…” The boy’s face glowed red and his grin grew as he realised the old lady was probably picking on him.

All of a sudden laughter filled the room and Y/N reached over the table to ruffle his hair. “Call me Y/N, don’t let these assholes get to you, kid.”

[kitty0boy]

More Marichat fanfiction because I’m obsessed.

It’s set a bit in the future so Adrien is 18 and Marinette is 17. Chat is grown up and can use multiple cataclysms but Marinette isn’t yet (I think the age will be 18 so yeah). It’s also reverse love square, so Ladybug is in love with Chat and Adrien is in love with Marinette

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Another day, another akuma. Recently, Hawkmoth had toned down on the frequency of Akumas, maybe he supposed that he would only akumatize the more powerful emotions and oh boy, was this one really mad.

His name was Trickster, his power was shapeshifting. Doesn’t seem very destructive at first but he can turn himself into anything his little heart desires. From blood sucking mosquitoes to giants straight out of a fairy tale to a frog? This guy could do it all. The problem was, what couldn’t he do? How would they stop him?

She was running a little late to the action, who knew getting away from class during a life threatening disaster would be so difficult. Spotting her beloved partner, she landed beside him. “What have we got today kitty?”

“Just your average asshole Ladybug.” He muttered obviously angry.

“You know this guy?” She asked, why was he so mad about this one?

“Not purrsonsly, he was harassing women on the street, following them around. That is until he was called out for it and arrested.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be the one to correct his behaviour, would you?” Silence. She looked up at him, oh he looked seriously ticked off.

She quickly changed the subject. “Well let’s take care of this quickly. Any idea where his akuma is?”

“His camera maybe, or his phone.” He clenched his fists. “Mon dieu what a creep.”

“Alright let’s get a closer look then shall we?”

He nodded before he extended his baton towards the now troll running down the street. His giant club dragging along the ground behind him leaving an indent every time it bounced off the pavement. Without warning he whipped around and threw it into the air, catching on Ladybug’s yo-yo and sending her flying backwards. Twisting mid air she grabbed onto a street lamp, saving her face from scraping the road. Then she was off again, swinging from roof to roof towards the, what was he now? A Yeti?

“Lucky Charm!” She called and down dropped a baseball? Seriously?

She looked everywhere but couldn’t find what to use it for. She raced around looking for its purpose but nothing came into view. “Come on, come on.” She panicked.

Cat looked over, noticing her struggling. “How much time do you have left?”

“Two minutes! I need more time.” She was shaking now, she couldn’t afford to detransform now. It was too dangerous.

“Got it, brace yourself little bug!” Raising his arm in the air he called for his “Cataclysm!” And pressed his hand to the ground creating a giant crater under Trickster’s feet. He only sunk about 2 feet before becoming a raven and flying high above them. So much for getting more time. She had no choice but to leave. She tossed her lucky charm to Chat Noir and hoped he got the message, he looked over to her and nodded before using his baton like a baseball bat launching the ball at Trickster. Well at least the Lucky Charm had some use. She ran until her last dot beeped and slipped into an empty alleyway.

“That was a close one Tikki, I can’t wait until I grow up.” Tikki flew into her purse and pulled out a cookie. “Don’t worry Marinette, you’ll grow up soon. In the meantime Chat Noir will cover for you.” Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of him. “Yeah, I wonder how old he is.”

“Marinette you can’t know each other’s-“

“Identities I know” she cut off “I just want to know when I will be old enough.” Tikki scrunched her face in contemplation, “18” she said, decided it was ok.

“Really! That’s so soon, oh I can’t wait!” She exclaimed. A little too loudly apparently. She heard footsteps, she needed to transform but Tikki wasn’t ready yet. “Hide Tikki.” She whispered before pulling out her phone. Using the camera, she peeked around the corner only to see a tiger creeping towards her. She gasped slightly as she moved backwards, trying not to make any noise. That was when she heard a small thump behind her and a hand covered her mouth. Before she could scream she felt him lean towards her ear “It’s me.” He whispered before scooping her up quietly and trying to figure out how to escape. Marinette looked around and spotted a window on the second floor of the building beside them. He caught on and calling for another cataclysm, reduced the glass to ash. He lifted her inside before climbing up himself.

“Follow.” He instructed before creeping towards the back of the office building. They found an elevator and before he could press the button she grabbed his shoulder, which made him turn around. She pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “Wouldn’t an elevator be too loud kitty?” He paused thinking, “What do you propose?” She looked over his other shoulder and saw a staircase. “We take the stairs.”

“That might take too long, we have to get you out of here fast.”

“You have superpowers Chat, it shouldn’t take that long if you carry me.” His cat ear twitched and without warning he wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her off the ground making a beeline for the stairs. The stairs were those kind of box-y spiral staircases so standing between the gap, he extended his baton causing them to shoot upwards, as if they were in an elevator. She had to tuck her head into his shoulder to avoid smacking it on the bottom of each flight. Reaching the top he put his baton away and wrapped both his arms around her, one behind her back, which caused her to blush, and one under her thighs.

And they were off, though he didn’t get very far before a pigeon started to follow them. She spotted it but wasn’t sure if it was him. “Take a left!” She yelled over the wind and he did, so did the bird. When it turned, a flash of light blinded her but he was still a pigeon. The light came from his foot, which could only mean, she gasped “Chat, he’s wearing a ring! That’s where the akuma is!”

“As helpful as that is purrincess, I can’t do anything until I make sure you’re safe. We’ve gotta get him off my tail.” He huffed in frustration, or from exhaustion. One of the two

She looked around before an idea came to her.

“Cat the sewer system! We need to get down. That way he can’t sniff us out!”

“Got it, hold on tight!”

He quickly pulled something out of his pocket. A blue slice of cheese and popping it into his mouth. He repositioned her so he was carrying her bridal style. “Power up!” He yelled. She felt his hand leave her legs before he twisted around and jumped off the roof, they were going to splat on the road! “Cataclysm!” He growled before extending his hand backwards towards the ground. It made contact with the pavement and it crumbled beneath his hand, they fell straight through the street and she heard him grunt as his back collided with the water. She held her breath. This was gross, something pressed to her lips and she grabbed it inhaling. He started kicking his feet swimming with the current. She had to keep her eyes closed. Luckily it had rained the day before so the water wasn’t just garbage. It was just as disgusting as you’d think it is, but if she had to choose between death and garbage water, this was her best bet. He took a leap before they left the water. Laying side by side. She propped herself up on her elbow and took the baton out of her mouth. Cringing at the stench, she peeled her shirt away from her body, jeez this sucked.

“Sorry Marinette, I was hoping we’d land on the floor.” He panted, she reached over and patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s ok, I’d take sewer water with you over death any day.

Was he blushing, or were his cheeks tinged from the cold water? Catching his breath he stood and held a hand out to her. She took it and stood. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “Claws in” he whispered “Woah woah woah!” She covered her eyes quickly and turned around. He chuckled behind her “Relax m’lady, I just took off my power up.” M’lady? Isn’t that what he called Ladybug? She felt her face grow hot under her hands. “I thought Ladybug was your lady?” She said before she could stop herself. He stammered “O-oh right my bad. I guess the cat got My tongue.” She chuckled slightly before turning around to smile at him, he smiled back and she felt little akumas flutter around her stomach. He eyes drifted from his to his lips. Was he wearing chapstick? What did it taste like? Ugh snap out of it Marinette, there’s an akuma! “Thank you kitty, I’ll be safe down here.”

“I’m not convinced. You’re still out in the open, even if you’re down here. It might be risky to leave you here.” He raised a claw to his chin, trying to decide if he wanted her to stay there.

“Purrhaps if a certain superhero was distracting him, he would leave me alone.” She grinned at her clever wording. She wasn’t usually the type to make puns, but she had to admit, they were kinda fun.

He giggled a little at her pun ‘adorable’ she thought. “You’re right, just please stay safe ok, find a place to hide.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumb brushed over her collar bone and made her blush. “O-ok I will.” She stammered a little breathless. Seriously? She thought she got over the stammering a long time ago. Suddenly, a gloves hand brushed across her forehead before she felt something soft press against it. He pulled back and gave his signature salute before sprinting away from her. Her hand came up to touch the spot where his lips were seconds ago, her face burned and she knew it was as red as her super suit.

“Marinette focus! We’ve got an akuma to capture!” Tikki squeaked. Marinette jumped a little, she completely forgot Tikki was there.

She smacked both sides of her face with her hands “Right! Tikki spots on!” She ran towards an opening, and leapt out, following the trail of footprints no doubt left by the akuma.

She saw Chat Noir pinned to a wall under a bent street lamp, he couldn’t reach it with his hand. The giant shrunk down and changed into an elephant and using its trunk, it made to grab Chat’s miraculous. He almost grabbed it, until her yo-yo wrapped around the trunk and launched him into the building across the street. She ran over to Chat and using all of her strength she pulled the street lamp off of him.

“Thanks bug, the akuma is in his ring.” ‘Bug’ she thought

“Ok then, let’s hope it works this time. Lucky Charm!” And down fell another baseball, the same as before.

“Maybe it was the location last time?” He reasoned.

But she still couldn’t see anything. Was her power broken? “I’ll figure it out, can you provide a distraction?” She asked, “Gladly.” He smiled reassuringly before sprinting towards Trickster.

‘Look at your wrist.’ She had no idea where the thought came from, was that Tikki? She looked down and saw a little bracelet with a loop on it, almost like the loops on a bra. She stared at it curiously “Look out!” She heard before her partner tackled her to the ground. “I don’t know what is interesting about your arm, but please figure it out soon.” He stood and using his baton as a shield, he repelled what looked like water balloons. They were launched back at the akuma who dodged each one, they exploded when they broke.

Chat’s baton flashed red with black spots, it was working! She looked around, the bracelet flashed, and so did her yo-yo and then she saw it. Her yo-yo had a little hook carved into it. She slipped the hook into the loop on the bracelet and the yo-yo spun out into a proper shield. “That’s new.” She exclaimed. Suddenly the vision of Chat using his baton like a baseball bat popped into her head. The solution hit her, “Chat I know what to do!” She yelled leaping out from behind him. The akuma transformed into a giant again and Chat looked at her, “Batter up kitty!” She yelled before pitching the ball to him. He got the idea and hit the ball back to her. She repositioned and angled the shield towards the akuma’s hand. It made contact with the shield and the giant tried to hit it away, but not before it cracked the ring and the akuma fluttered away.

She captured it “bye bye little butterfly!” Throwing the baseball into the air she yelled “Miraculous Ladybug!” And the streets looked good as new.

“Pound it!” The duo said with a fist bump.

The police arrived just in time and arrested the man. “Oh come on I didn’t even do anything wrong! It’s not a crime to take pictures!” He pleaded, “It is to take pictures of people without their consent!” Chat retorted before the door closed and the cruiser sped off.

A small beep came from her earrings, “I’ve gotta go Chat Noir, I’m proud of you though.” She smiled before hooking her yo-yo onto a chimney. “What for?” He asked. “For standing up for those women, being cat-called and followed is terrifying, those women wouldn’t get justice if you hadn’t stepped in. I’m sure they appreciated it very much. Bug out!” She yelled before taking off.

She landed close to where Chat left her and detransformed. “You figured it out! Oh I knew you would.” Tikki came up to hug her cheek. “Figured what out?”

“Your yo-yo can change functions! You figured out how to turn it into a shield today. Chat can do the same thing with his baton.” She explained. Maybe they should experiment on patrol tomorrow then, versatility of their weapons would really help with defeating Hawkmoth. Tikki squeaked suddenly and flew into her purse.

Marinette stood confused before she heard a thud beside her and was encircled by a pair of very strong arms. “There you are, you’re ok.” Chat pulled back and smiled at her.

“Of course I am, I’m a good hider.” She said and put her hands on her hips. He chuckled slightly and crossed his arms.

“What were you doing so close anyways?” He asked, “I uh was getting footage for the Ladyblog.” She lied, he furrowed his brows and stood up straight, “That’s really dangerous Marinette, especially with how strong Hawkmoth is now. You can’t be running around chasing after super villains anymore.”

She looked to the ground, even though it was a lie, hearing him disappointed in her still didn’t feel good.

He sighed before lifting her chin. “I just don’t want you to get hurt Mari, today was a close call. If I hadn’t found you who knows what would have happened. Just promise you won’t chase after Akumas anymore.”

“I promise, I’m sorry.” She said

“It’s ok, besides, if it’s footage you want, I’ve got a camera on my suit.” He said calmly. “Wait really? Where?” She was curious now, did her suit have a camera too? He reached up and flicked the bell on his neck. He lifted his chin as she stood on her toes to get a closer look, sure enough, there was a little camera peeking out from the slit in his bell.

“Woah that’s so cool! And helpful. You should tell Alya, that might make her back off.” Maybe Ladybug should tell Alya too, footage from not one but two superheroes! Besides, maybe they could analyze that footage and see where the akumas come from. “So now that that’s sorted, would like a lift back to school? Lunch just ended didn’t it?” Oh shoot she forgot! “Yeah a ride would be great! I’ve got a-“ she paused in confusion, why did his face turn crimson? Oh mon dieu, she really needed to work on her wording. Her face also grew hot with embarrassment and she looked away from him.

He cleared his throat, “Ok then let’s go.” He turned around and kneeled so she could climb onto his back, that was probably a good idea.

She wrapped her arms around his neck again and he stood holding her thighs for support. In one leap they were on the roof tops running towards her school.

Alya was waiting at the front for her and gasped when she saw the best friend on the back of one of Paris’ superheroes.

“Delivery for a Ms. Cesaire?” He joked, “That would be me.” She teased back Marinette slid off his back and was immediately tackled in a bear hug by Alya, “Where were you girl! We were worried sick!”

“I went to get footage for you, it was clearly a bad idea.” She said for consistency. “Oh Mari, you don’t have to do that for me, if I want footage, I’ll go get it myself.”

“Well in my opinion,” Chat cut in “Marinette’s technique is much more subtle than yours. I guess it just didn’t work out today.” Marinette puffed up her chest and gave a triumphant “Hmph” and the three of them burst into laughter.

“Well I’d better get going.” He said,

“Let me guess,” she put on her best Chat impression “Damsels in distress, ladies in waiting, you’ve got a lot more saving to do,” she mimicked “I can thank you, later?” He laughed at that, “I’m surprised you remember that, look out Ms. Blogger, you got competition for Chat Noir’s #1 fan.”

“A battle that was lost long ago kitten, between you and me, her sketchbook is filled with outfits inspired by your,” she raised a hand dramatically to her forehead “beauty.” She finished, “ALYA!” Marinette squeaked.

He laughed “Well I am honoured purrincess.” He bowed before turning around and grabbing his baton to leave. Something burned inside her and without thinking she walked towards him. “Chat wait!” She nearly yelled, as he turned around she tripped and grabbed his bell trying to pull herself upright.

She meant to kiss him on the cheek, she swears! But he’d turned his face towards her and her lips crashed into his. He was caught off guard but quickly kissed her back, reaching up to caress her cheek with his hand.

Realizing what was happening she pulled back and felt her face go hot again. “Uh I, thank you for saving me.” She mumbled and rubbed her forearm. She looked up at his face, which was tinged a pretty shade of pink. He reached up and ruffled her hair, “Anytime Marinette.” There was something about the way he said her name that caused little butterflies to flutter in her stomach and chest again. He gave her a wink before leaping off.

“Ok girl spill!” Marinette jumped and turned to see Alya holding her phone. “Alya did you take a picture!” She squeaked. “I won’t post it, this is just for me. Ooh maybe I’ll send it to Chat too.”

Her face burned as Alya led her back to class.

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Thanks for reading!

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Could you maybe do #7 from the smut list with Ahkmen plz :3

7. coming untouched and/or early

 Have y’all ever seen 40 Days and 40 Nights? If so, this is *sort of* a play on the flower scene 😉

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 Ahkmenrah loved to be touched; it didn’t matter if you were surrounded by a sea of (wax) people or completely alone, he would do anything to evoke your touch.

 Nor was he particular about how he was touched.

 He smiled when you were walking through the halls of the museum and you linked your pinky with his, giving it a playful tug. He sighed when you sat in his lap and lifted his crown from his head, running your fingers through his coarse curls. He moaned when he was making love to you and your fingers dug into his back, scratching hard enough to leave marks for the duration of the night.

 So, on one perfect summer evening, you led Ahk up to the roof of the museum, laughing as you refused to tell him just what you were up to despite his pestering, which was now bordering on petulant insistence. Only when you wound your way closer to the center of the roof was he surprised into ceasing his questions.

 Mouth slackened and eyes wide, Ahkmenrah’s face emanated a stunned happiness as he took in the strands of fairy lights, some twinkling and some providing steady balls of warm, white light, and the pile of motely mixed pillows and blankets, hues of blues, purples, greens and even some orange and yellow.

 The sounds of the city groaned around you, but they felt distant in this little nook, and above you, the sky was a cloudless, purple-black bruise, and for a moment, you thought of all the stars hidden away, much like Ahkmenrah and his friends.

 With a shake of your head, you turned your attention from the sky to Ahk and gesturing to your surprise, you stated, “Thought we deserved a little alone time.”

 “This is … thank you,” Ahkmenrah said with such sincerity you couldn’t help but to kiss him, your hands cupping his face as his arms wrapped around your waist.

 “Don’t thank me yet. Maybe I only brought you up here to play UNO?”

 Ahk’s mouth quirked up in a crooked grin.

 “Delightful! Let us begin posthaste,” he proclaimed as his robes swirled when he plopped onto the pillows, immediately stretching out on his side like a spoiled prince awaiting his evening’s entertainment.

 His mouth never wavered from its smartass smile, nor did his eyes lose their playful sparkle.

“Why are you always such a shit? Is it the former-king thing? Or were you born this way?”

 Scrunching up his face in mock-thought, Ahk tightened both lips between his teeth before releasing them with a pop as he answered, “I am . . . what I am. Wholly worthy of worship since my conception.”

 “Such a shit,” you said with a giggle as you pounced on him, knocking him onto his back as he laughed.

 “Are you preparing to worship me? Because I must say that this is not at all how—”

 “Shut up,” you mumbled as you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, cutting off his retort with a heated kiss.

 You often wondered if his mouth was made just for you—if somehow, the universe knew to concoct this whole fucked up situation of arranging for you to fall in love with a 4,000-year-old regenerated mummy just so you knew what it was like to be really kissed---kissed so well that you forgave him of the time you were losing, kissed so well that his happiness now seemed woven with yours, and kissed so well that nothing, nothing could ever be bad as long as you were together.  

 With a sigh, you released his mouth and pulled away, knowing that if you didn’t close this kiss now, your experiment would be abandoned in favor of fucking the night away under the hidden-stars . . . but you wanted more than that this time.

 You swiped at the excess saliva with your forefinger and thumb as you began, “I want to do something different tonight.”

 Ahkmenrah sat back, his hands coming to rest under his head as he watched you with curiosity.

 “Oh?”

 Leaning forward to trace the line of his jaw, you continued, “I know how much you like to be touched, and I thought, what would it be like to just touch you without expectation. How long would it take for you to need me to . . . to--” you faltered as you glanced away from his gaze.

 You looked back at him and began again. “How much touching can you take before it’s too much? That’s what I want to know.”  

 Ahkmenrah regarded you with interest, his intense eyes fully open, colored like the middle of the Atlantic Ocean in this soft lighting.

 “Too … much? I am intrigued. You know I trust you, implicitly, my love.”

 “So, it sounds like fun?”

 Ahk looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course!”

 “All right. But there’s one more thing,” you said as you reached into the back pocket of your shorts.

 Ahkmenrah wetted his lips as he took in the black blindfold now dangling from your index finger.

 “Okay?” you questioned.

 He bit his lip and nodded, shifting his weight underneath you, reminding you that you needed him to stand up so you could undress him.

 He took your proffered hands and stood, watching as you began to remove his clothes. Once lovemaking began, Ahkmenrah treated it with meaning; he wasn’t one for a stolen fuck, insisting that it took time to achieve true pleasure, something he had certainly convinced you of.

 Undressing was ceremonial for him; he loved the way your unskilled fingers moved over his ancient fastenings, and he smiled at the concentration that often furrowed your brow as you removed each piece of his garb with care. It made him feel important, like he had once felt when he had mattered to a nation, not just to a museum.

 Ahkmenrah stood patiently, his skin colored a deep, liquid-amber in the fairy lights, as you looped the blindfold over his eyes. The warmth of the summer night kept him from shivering as a breeze ruffled his hair and you studied his face to make sure he couldn’t see anything.

 You guided him onto his knees and asked him to lay on his stomach first. Settling onto the soft pile of blankets and pillows, Ahk gathered his arms under his head and maneuvered one of the pillows to rest under his cheek. The muscles in his back flexed and smoothed as he moved, and a warmth settled in your abdomen as you thought about kissing across his sun-spotted shoulders, remembering the way those same muscles twitched under your tongue.

 Not yet, you chastised as you positioned yourself on your knees beside him.  

 Reaching into your bag, you produced a feather. After much thought, you had decided on a peacock plume, the vain bird perfectly representing your vain king. You ran it teasingly along your own cheek, eyes closing at its softness and the way the feather spread out, caressing your skin like a thousand soft puffs of air.

 Ahk shifted, spreading his legs farther apart as he waited, his cock probably growing more interested in your game the longer you delayed in touching him.

 After he shifted for the third time, his ass cheeks flexing impatiently, you reached out to run the feather down his spine.

 “Oh,” he sighed. “What is that?”

 With a huff, you warned, “This isn’t going to be much fun if you play twenty questions.”

 “Answer me that one question and I will not utter another word without your permission.”

 “Promise?”

 “I swear to Amun-Ra.”

 “It’s a feather—a peacock feather, to be precise. Because you’re my little peacock prince.”

 “King—ouch!” Ahkmenrah yelped as you gave him a spank. “Okay, okay! Silence. I understand.”

 You ran the feather teasingly over where you had smacked him and grinned as Ahk’s skin broke out in goosebumps.

 Dragging the tuft up his spine, you began touching him around and across his shoulders, watching those muscles come to life. You twirled the colorful feather in circles, playing a game of connect-the-dots with his freckles before moving back down his spine and caressing each cheek of his ass by flattening the plume.

 Unconsciously or not, Ahk’s legs spread a little bit farther apart, and you grinned as you dipped the feather between them, tickling his testicles so that he shivered and fought back a moan. You almost couldn’t wait to touch the front of him if this was how needy he already was. You pulled the feather from between his legs, then ran it up and over each rounded cheek of his bottom, before dipping between his legs again.

 Ahkmenrah’s hips began to move as he pushed his cock against the blankets he was laying on, chasing a stronger touch to compliment your achingly soft one.

 You moved beside his ear to whisper, “Now, now—that’s not part of the game.”

 He groaned in response, pouting so prettily that you almost kissed him. Almost.

 Sitting back, you moved the feather down his leg that was closest to you. You ran over the arch of his foot and he twitched as he fought against a giggle.

 You repeated the pattern on his other leg and once again tickled his arches until he laughed, a funny little choked cry as he promised he didn’t mean to make any noise.

 “Maybe it’s time to roll over then?” you suggested.

 Ahk rolled over so quickly that you had to stifle a laugh at his eagerness. It was clear why as your eyes ran over the state of his arousal—his cock was flushed red, and looked to be achingly hard, and a smear of sticky precum had left a trail across his belly.  

 Ahkmenrah’s arms laid flat out at his sides, resting on the blankets and his head turned in your direction, as if he were imagining looking at you.

 He was so beautiful in this moment, aroused and submissive, barely able to wait for the next teasing, light touch, that it took your breath away.

 Picking up where you left off, you started at his feet, running the feather between each of his toes before lightly grazing the tops of his feet. You teased his legs, swirling the feather at his kneecaps, and climbing higher and higher with the plume until you could see Ahk’s fingers grasping at the blanket, anticipating a touch of his cock.

 Instead, you ran the feather over the juncture of his thigh, ticking one hip bone then the other as he let out the ragged breath he had been holding.

 Your grin was smug, and even though he couldn’t see you, you were sure he felt your amusement considering the way his brow creased as he looked in your direction.

 Taking your time, you traced the lithe muscles of his abdomen and touched around his belly button before moving over his chest, teasing both of his dark nipples into peaks.

 His arms broke into gooseflesh as you ran the feather over the inside of his bicep and the crook of his elbow before down and between each of his fingers, mirroring your earlier pattern as you touched his toes. Moving closer to reach his other arm, Ahk’s cock twitched.

 As you brought the feather up his arm, your trajectory continued upward to what you considered to be Ahk’s best feature, a feature you believed was gifted to him by the gods because there was no other explanation for the perfect symmetry of his Egyptian face.

 You slowly trailed the feather up his neck and under his jaw, watching the way the soft edges caught just a tiny bit in the rough skin where Ahkmenrah would never actually grow a beard.

 Along and up his jaw, you petted his cheeks with the flat of the tuft and he smiled, a twitching of his lips that invited you to run the feather over them, dipping slightly in between as he sighed. Continuing downward, you traced over his neck, his chest, and his abdomen, and when you ran the feather casually over the tip of his cock, he whimpered.

 Watching the twists of his face and listening to his pathetic mewling, you tortured him, up and down his hard dick as the feather began to clump together on one of its edges as it gathered a drop of precum.

 Ahkmenrah’s voice broke your concentration when he hoarsely begged, “Y/N. Please. Anything—anything! Your mouth. Your hand. Your body, oh the gods, please give me something more than that fucking instrument of agony.”

 The veins in his arms stood out as he clutched at the blankets, trying not to ruin the game but desperate to come. He had been so good, quiet and receptive, and watching him undulate under the ministration of your instrument of agony had you so aroused that you were also eager to end the game and chase your own pleasure.

 You put the feather aside and grasped the base of Ahk’s cock and gave him a light stroke, your hand twisting just a fraction as you moved over his tip and Ahkmenrah startled you both as he came with a strangled cry, cum shooting over his abdomen to his chest and splashing at the base of his neck in thick, white dollops.

 You blinked in shock and continued to pump him through his orgasm until he pushed your hand away as he lay panting, flushed and trembling, from the force of his climax.

 Your face still expressing your shock, you reached up to remove the blindfold only to be greeted by a similar expression on Ahk’s face, and for the first time you could recall, he looked away from you, mortified.

 “Never, have I ever . . . Min, forgive me,” Ahkmenrah babbled as he swallowed and stared up at the sky, his cheeks clearly colored with a blush that had nothing to do with his orgasm.

 “That was amazing,” you breathed, drawing his attention back to you. “Do you think it would work on me?”

 Ahkmenrah’s embarrassment quickly gave way to a wide grin that built to a laugh, and as you continued to look at him in a state of shocked satisfaction, he sat up and pushed you onto your back before you could blink.

 “We are absolutely going to find out, my love,” Ahk promised as his cooling cum seeped into your shirt while he pressed into you, kissing you as his fingers groped for the blindfold.

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Gracidea Blossom Chapter 7: In The Town of Incessant Rain

(Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, & Platinum x Little Busters!)

Mirror Links: AO3, Pokécommunity, Spacebattles

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Meow?

“You can do it, Lennon! Reach for the stars!”

Meow!

With a determined cry, Lennon pounces at its target, white fur shining under bright ceiling-mounted lights. Its ambitions are frustrated as the fluffy toy jolts out of its way, leaving the Litten to hit the floor on the other side empty-pawed. With an agile hop, it turns to look for its prey.

“Keep going! Only by believing in yourself can you grow into a proper warrior!” Rin waves the toy - a simple stick with white fluff modeled after a Minccino’s furry, white-tipped tail on one end - and brings it back down into her Pokémon’s sights. Lennon makes another attempt to catch the toy, and yet another as Rin leads it on a merry chase around the room.

At the moment, they’re inhabiting a small side room in a Pokémon Center, one of several set aside for Trainers to battle or train their Pokémon. The ubiquitous Pokémon Center Theme can still be heard filtering in from the main rooms of the building, but it’s quiet enough to blend with the sound of rain pounding down on the roof and the roads outside.

After their meal, Rin had brought her and Riki’s Pokémon to be healed while Riki and Kengo ran for a store to grab more than a single umbrella’s worth of rain gear for the group. Masato vanished to who knows where for his muscle training and Kyousuke went to get a start on his advertising gig, leaving Rin to her own devices. After waiting a short while for the Pokémon to be returned in full health, she retreated to the training room to let them stretch their legs.

MEOWWW! Lennon cries triumphantly as it finally snags the Pokémon toy out of Rin’s hand with a flying tackle.

“Woah!” Rin’s jaw drops when she realized what happened. “Well done, Lennon! Could it be you’ve become a proper warrior already?” Lennon preens, only to hiss in surprise as the ground yaws beneath it. It scrabbles with its claws, finding no traction in moist soil as Terra dumps it off from where it had landed on the Turtwig’s back. Terra snaps at the cat Pokémon indignantly.

Lennon bristles, and starts to circle the Turtwig before being cut off by a sharp “No!” It looks back at its trainer, who continues, “I’m watching Terra and Sly until Riki gets back. You’re not allowed to fight them.” A minute passes, the Litten withering under Rin’s stare, until it finally gives up and slinks back to her side. “Good kitty.” Lennon arches its head up into Rin’s palm as she pets it. “Oh? Do you want a treat?”

Nya.

“You want some Mon petit?”

Nyaa!

“You’ve already had some today. You shouldn’t eat too much between lunch and supper, or you’ll get a bellyache.”

Nyaaa…

Rin shakes her head. “I’ll give you this, instead. You diddo well today, after all.” Smiling brightly, Rin pulls out a plastic container full of small, colourful cubes. She places a red one in the middle of her palm, offering it to the cat. Lennon sniffs the candy block and then laps it up, tickling Rin’s hand in the process. “You too, Santa. Come here.” This time, the Pokéblock she offers is pink, and the Chingling looks up from the other side of the room where it has Sly wrapped up in its tendrils. It lets go, (Riki’s Bonsly looks relieved at the release from its cuddling,) and wanders over. After a couple of tries, it gets its jaw around the Pokéblock and jingles happily at the sweetness.

Rin slips the rest of the Pokéblocks back into her bag. They’re not all that easy to find in Sinnoh, so she has a limited stock until her brother takes another trip to Hoenn. There are Poffins, of course, but… She glances at Santa as it tries to crunch down on its treat. When it comes down to how cute her Pokémon look eating them, Pokéblocks win every time!

“Hm?” Rin becomes aware of a gaze fixed on her, and turns to see Riki’s Pokémon staring balefully. “Ah…”

Terra blinks, first with one eye, then the other.

“I really shouldn’t… I mean, you’re Riki’s Pokémon, and he might have his own plans…”

Sly looks like it’s on the verge of tears.

Rin folds. “…Okay, fine. It’s our secret, alright?” She fumbles in her bag to pull out a couple more Pokéblocks, glances both ways to confirm nobody’s watching, and slips them to the Pokémon. “You’re not allowed to tell Riki, got it?”

Terra crushes one of the blocks with its beak.

“Woah!” A tugging sensation on her clothes draws Rin’s gaze back to Lennon, who is trying to climb her like a tree. One of its claws goes a little too deep, and nicks her skin for a moment. “Aah!” She jolts, and the Litten flops to the ground in surprise. “You have to be more careful, Lennon! People aren’t as tough as you are!” She pauses. “…Well, Masato might be.”

Meow~ Lennon rolls back and forth on the floor.

“You’re really brimming with energy today.” Rin watches Lennon roll around her in a clumsy loop. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Roll… Roll…

“Did you have that much fun battling?”

Lennon comes to a stop once it’s right-side up and meows at her.

“What about you, Santa?”

The Chingling bounces up and down, its bell sounding every time it pushes off the ground.

“Hmm. Well, I’ll tell you a secret, then.” Rin leans in close to her Pokémon, and whispers, “I did, too!” She deftly lifts Santa into her lap, and runs her hands along its rope-like appendages. It cuddles up closer to her in pleasure, and she pats the smooth top of its bell.

“Hmmm…” Rin plops her chin on one hand and hums to herself, deep in thought. “Hmmmmmmmmmmm…” Her head tilts slowly to the side as she thinks, approaching a 90 degree angle. Once her head hits 45 degrees, she straightens up. “I’ve got it!”

Lennon sits and looks up at her, tail swishing on the floor.

Rin nods, filled with self-satisfaction. “Tomorrow, I’ll ask Riki to battle me!”

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“I still don’t understand why I have to do this…”

The next morning brings with it the hustle and bustle of the big city. Businesspeople dash to their places of work, some with bagels dangling from their mouths. Children rush to their schools, chatting with friends as they do. Nearly everybody is carrying rain gear of some kind - while the rain let up overnight, the skies above the city are still cloudy and threatening.

Although the crowds disquiet Rin, she nonetheless pushes through, dragging Riki behind her until they near Jubilife TV. Across the street from the TV station, set smack-dab in the center of the city, is a refreshing spot of green that stands out amidst Jubilife’s rocky greys.

“It’s so we can fight,” Rin responds matter-of-factly. “Masato, Kengo, and Kyousuke are all too strong for a real match. If I want to battle someone, it has to be you.”

It’s not much compared to Amity Square, but Jubilife’s sole park - boasting wide stretches of grass, a fountain, and even several trees all scattered around a path dotted with benches - remains a popular spot for elders and children who want to be amidst living things without venturing into the wilder routes outside the city. Rin pulls her friend past several benches until they reach a dirt battlefield in the shade of the massive Global Terminal building.

“No, no, no, that doesn’t follow at all,” Riki sighs. “First of all, nobody said we’re the only Trainers in the world! I’m sure you could find someone who wants to battle at the Trainer School or the GTS!”

Rin glances behind her at the building in question. It’s a huge, multi-story cone of glass and steel, with a tower on the roof pointing satellite dishes in every direction. Originally called the Global Trade Station - the first in the world, Kyousuke once told her with a gleam of patriotism - over the years it grew beyond its original purpose as a glorified signal-booster allowing interregional Pokémon trades and became a general all-purpose gathering point for the region’s Trainers to communicate with both each other and their counterparts in distant lands. Even as far away as she is, Rin still gets the impression of hundreds - maybe thousands - of strangers crowding within, all shouting over each other, their shadows twisting and merging into a multi-headed beast—

The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Of course I can’t do that, dumbass!”

Riki steps back, hands in front of him placatingly. Whatever further arguments he was going to present die on his lips. “Okay, okay… I’m sorry. Still, are you sure you’re alright not being able to talk to strangers? You’ll have to manage on your own someday, won’t you?”

Rin shakes her head. “You and Kyousuke will be there,” she says simply.

“Ah…” Riki doesn’t seem to have anything to say to that. In lieu of further debate, Rin points her Pokéball at the ground in front of her and presses the button on front, causing it to shoot out a red beam that materializes into Lennon. Riki gives up and throws his own Pokéball, his eyes widening as Terra appears across from the fire cat. Lennon darts for its opponent, and Riki fumbles with his belt. “Crap! Terra, return! Go, Sly!”

“Lennon, use Lick!” Rin seizes on the opening without remorse, and her Litten lashes the Bonsly with its tongue before the Pokémon can get its bearings. “Now Roar!” Sly is still staggering back when Lennon lets out an intimidating yowl, and before Riki can react his Pokémon is hiding behind his legs.

“Sly—“ Riki grimaces, and after a moment he sends Terra back out into battle. The turtle Pokémon has no choice but to take an Ember attack head-on upon reentry, but it shakes it off and lumbers forward. “T— Terra, use Tackle!” With a determined cry, the Turtwig plows through a second Ember to ram into Lennon, sending the cat stumbling back. Lennon jumps out of the way before it can take a second attack, and readies another Ember, but both combatants are flagging. A third Ember should be enough to finish Terra off, but… its physical attacks are strong enough that it might be able to take Lennon out if it gets luck— “Come back, Terra! Sly, I’m counting on you!”

Rin clicks her tongue in frustration as Riki backs off, and switches Sly into an ineffective Ember attack. Even if the Bonsly has a better type matchup, Terra’s been weakened enough at this point that it won’t be able to recover from the tempo loss of switching back in. No matter how she tries to push, the spark she felt the previous day just won’t come. Riki is all over himself with hesitation and openings; she doesn’t feel an ounce of fighting spirit from him. “Charge him, Lennon!” Lennon darts for Sly, as Rin bets it all on getting in closer than Rock Throw’s effective range.

“Sly, use R— I mean--“ Riki hesitates just a moment too long. “Er, use Flail!” Paralyzed by its trainer’s indecision, Sly takes Lennon’s Lick attack before it can retaliate. The Litten goes down, but before Rin can switch in Santa to finish the job, she’s interrupted by what sounds like thunder rolling.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIIIIIIIIIIS!” Rin clamps her hands over her ears and screws her eyes shut at the explosive shout. When the noise dies down, she takes in the sight of a tall, wiry old man in a green robe. His mustache, goatee, and spiky hair have all gone white with age, and he’s glaring at the two of them with brown eyes. “JUST WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT DISPLAY?”

“…A Pokémon Battle?” Riki cocks his head at the old man.

“Pah! I’ve fought better Pokémon Battles than that in my sleep,” The aggressive geezer growls. “I’ve seen Pokémon Coordinatorswith more aggression than you, kid! And as for you!” He wheels on Rin, who steps back involuntarily.

Before he can advance any further, she settles on a preemptive strike! She bristles and shouts at him, “Nobody asked you, old man!”

The geezer explodes again. “WHO’S AN OLD MAAAAAAAAAN!?” His eyes flash with anger, and his shout echoes around the park. As though in response, the clouds burst open and rain begins to pour down once again. Quivering under the huge stranger’s shout, Rin kicks into fight or flight mode, and miserably succumbs to her only option.

“Rin! Wait up!”

She runs away.

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Rin presses her back against the wall of a building, half-sheltered from the rain by the lip of the roof. Her breathing is slowing down again now that she’s gotten away safely, but… she’s traded in for a new problem instead. She’s lost and alone in the big city, surrounded by people she doesn’t know. Even now, strangers with ponchos and umbrellas rush up and down the street, causing Rin to flinch back whenever one passes too close. Occasionally a member of the faceless mass slows, as though debating whether to approach her, but they always pick up their pace when she hisses at them.

“Rin! Thank goodness, I finally found you… Are you okay?”

Rin jumps at the sudden voice calling out to her, and glances around wildly. Her body tenses up, ready to make one last desperate attack… and then she recognizes the voice as coming from Riki, standing in front of her with an umbrella. The pent-up energy transfers to her voice as she speaks a little too quickly. “I-I’m fine!”

“Are you sure? You looked kind of—“

“I said I’m fine!” Rin glares at her friend, daring him to contradict her.

“Ah… Alright…” Riki blinks first, averting his gaze. After fidgeting for a moment, he hands Rin a folded-up umbrella. “Oh, right. By the way, you dropped this.”

“O-oh. Thanks, Riki.” As she falls back into a familiar routine, Rin slowly relaxes. She unfolds her umbrella - courtesy of Riki and Kengo’s shopping trip - and steps back out into the rain. “…I guess we should meet back up with the others.”

Riki falls into step with her as she turns back towards the hostel where Kyousuke arranged for them to stay. “You’re not going to say we need to finish that battle?” he asks.

Rin just shakes her head. “No point.” The scary old man was right about one thing - she’s certain, now. She’s not going to get the challenge she wants from Riki.

“I see…” From the look on his face, Riki clearly doesn’t see, but he follows along nonetheless. Rin continues to glance around warily, some instinctual part of her still convinced that an enemy is going to accost her. In the end, however, she and Riki encounter nothing but puddles and thunder-cracks as they walk through the sodden city.

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“You want us to what?” Masato’s jaw drops.

Rin stares at him unblinkingly. “Help me train,” she repeats, brooking no argument.

“Well someone’s had a change of heart. Didn’t we have to bribe you the last time we wanted you to learn something? Why the sudden change?” Kengo drums his fingers on his arm.

Rin had wasted no time in making her demands when she and Riki arrived back at the hostel. She’s not sure what’s so hard to understand about it. “I just want to. Riki’s not enough to give me an interesting battle -” she ignores his halfhearted ‘Hey!’ - “so I need to try something else.”

“Hmm. Well, I guess that’s reasonable…” Kengo plows over Riki’s murmur of ‘You too…?’ to give Rin a nod, but Masato interrupts him.

“Woah, woah, hold on! After all the trouble she gave us, Rin gets to just plow in here and demand our help like it’s a given?” Masato frowns and crosses his arms. “Shouldn’t we at least make some demands of our own?”

Rin glares at him. “Like what?”

Masato thinks for a minute, face scrunching up further and further. Finally, he gives a defeated shrug. “Heck if I know. Ugh, now I’ve got a headache…”

Rin looks on with naked awe. “What an idiot!”

“Uwoooh! At least don’t call me that when you’re asking for my help!” Masato covers his face with his hands and lets out a groan of utter despair.

Rin places her hands on her hips. She can’t help but feel that they’d strayed from the main point. “Anyways, help me train!”

“No, he’s got a point…” Kengo scratches his chin. “You really should be polite if you’re asking a favor.”

“Ugh…” Rin grimaces. The conversation is going off the rails, fast. She looks to Riki for support.

“…I’m sorry, Rin.” Riki shrugs helplessly. “It is important to know how to ask for help properly…”

Rin groans. She glances around, as though something in her surroundings would grant her an escape route.

The world is not so accommodating.

Finally, she clenches her fists, screws up her determination, and shouts, “Please, train me!”

She hears Masato’s astonished voice. “Woah… Did Rin actuallyjust ask us nicely…?”

Her eyes still closed, Rin half-bows to her friends. She’s certain that with this, she and her Pokémon will be able to battle and grow closer. This is how her story begins. “Please, help me get stronger so I can challenge the Gym!”

[babbushka]

May I please get some Flip fluff? I love your touchy feely cuddly begrudgingly adorable grouch! No specific ideas, but just some fun Flip fluff! Thank you 💘

Anonymous said: Good morning, Miss Z! May I please have some playful, romantic, fluffiness with either Mob!Kylo or Flip? I appreciate you’re being so generous with your writing!

“Ketsl? Honey, I’m home.” He calls as he opens the front door, and not two seconds pass before you’re practically jumping him, wrapping your arms in a big hug around his shoulders.

“Flip!” You’re so happy to see him, and that happiness is infectious, contagious, he can’t help but pick you up and spin around in a circle as you laugh and beam at him, pressing a big smacking smooch right to his lip. He puts you down, but doesn’t let go of you, and your eyes are bright when you grin out, “Hi honey! What are you doing here so early? I was just about to put together your lunch.”

“Bridges gave me the rest of the day off, it’s slow at the station, and I got all my paperwork done.” Flip tucks some of your hair behind your ear from where it got all mussed up in the excitement, and he leans down to kiss at your smile, asking, “Let me take you to the diner? It’s been a hot minute since we split a milkshake.”

“I’d love that.” You nod straight away, “Let me just put on some shoes.”

Flip drives you both in the Chevy down to the diner, one of those places that hasn’t changed since the ‘50s. He remembers taking you here just about every Friday night after his shifts at the lumbermill, has nothing but fond memories of dipping french fries into a chocolate shake and you playfully biting his fingers as he feeds them to you. A lot’s happened at this diner, at this fixture of the town. He’s held you while you cried here, he’s laughed with you here, he’s kissed you here.

Flip smacks at your hand when you try to open the front door to the place, opening it for you instead in a way that has you smiling and bumping your hip against his playfully as he lets you inside first. Right away, the familiar host brightens up and comes around the little counter to give you both greeting hugs. 

“Phil! (Y/N)! Good to see you both again, how’s it goin’?” He asks, a kindly older man who’s been the owner, manager, and host of the diner since before Flip could remember.

“Pretty good David, pretty good. Sorry we haven’t stopped by in a while, but is there any way we could have our booth?” Flip hugs him and gives him a hearty handshake after you kiss his cheek like an old friend, because really, he was.

“Nah don’t apologize, I know you folks are busy living your lives. Lucky for you that’s the one booth we ain’t got filled up. Right this way.” David returns the handshake and beckons you both to follow him.

The diner’s perfectly classic, with its red and white coca-cola motif, black checkerboard flooring and neon. He feels twenty-five again when he slides into one side of the booth, you sitting across from him and immediately nudging the side of your heel against his cowboy boot, a playfully sweet gesture that he’s not so sure you even realize you’re doing, as you look up at David.

“Can we just get the usual, please?” You ask, and Flip can’t stop staring at you, can’t stop lookin’ at how pretty you are, how radiant your smile is.

“I’d be shocked if you asked for anything else.” David winks, before walking away back to the kitchen to give the order. “One Zimmerman Special, comin’ right up!”

Neither of you knew when it became the Zimmerman Special, but over the years somehow it had. A chocolate shake and two sandwiches with a big basket of fries; the sandwiches you always ordered every time you came, sandwiches that only come in pairs, never separate always together, the way he wishes you could always be. 

It had been a good couple weeks since Flip was home early enough for a trip to the diner for lunch -- or even early enough for a trip for dinner -- but no matter the time of day, every time you both came you ordered the same thing.

It’s surreal to be here now, at almost forty, with you as his wife instead of just his best friend who he was more in love with than anything in the world. He strikes up a cigarette and breathes it in nice and deep, letting out a happy little hum as he fishes out a stray coin from his pocket.

“Want to listen to something off the jukebox? I’ve got a nickel.” He flashes you the coin, and you bite your lip happily, practically buzzing at the thought.

“Yeah, put something light on, I want to dance with you.” You smile at him dreamily, practically pushing him out of the booth with a little laugh.

“Oy here?” He grimaces, looking around at the packed diner. It was good to see the place getting excellent business, but that meant too many pairs of eyes to draw attention.

“No, outside – yes here honey.” You clasp your hands under your chin and bat your lashes, “Please?”

“Alright alright.” He sighs, and you look like the cat that got the cream, he can never say no to you, not that he ever wants to, “But don’t go making fun of me.”

You only nudge him again, and he huffs out a laugh and puffs his cigarette on his way over to the jukebox. The jukebox is one play for a nickel, or three songs for a dime, so he decides to just chuck a dime in and queue up some fun music that will hopefully get your feet movin’. He spares a glance back to you when the first track comes up, an Aretha Franklin song that he knows you adore, and you’re already getting out of the booth to go join him on the checkerboard floor.

You’re not the only one -- at the sound of her incredible voice, Flip watches as couples young and old decide what the hell, they could use a dance of their own. He pulls you right in close and twirls you slowly, slow and thick like honey as you move to the music, swaying your hips.

“I love you.” You kiss the corner of his mouth around his cigarette, and he hums out a small chuckle, getting his fill of you.

“The things I do for you ketsl, the things I do.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pinches at your nose and gives your face a little shake as you grin, so smug.

“Oh shut up you love it, you love everyone seeing how I look at you.” You tease him, but he just rolls his eyes.

“Spin for me, would ya?” The corners of his mouth tick up, the barest hint of a smile as you do just that.

And when the music dies down, the next track filling the air, you both realize that your food has just been placed on the table, and you go back to the booth to toss fries into each other’s mouths, a tradition a decade in the making, so in love.

[maxparkhurst]

Kindlings

|Fun blurb of events leading up to Auggie’s reply |

The patter of rain against shingles lulled the Alchemist into a meditative stupor. She sat curled in the overstuffed armchair- one of the few furnishings in their sparse apartment- with only the fire brewing in the stove’s chamber to keep her warm. An embroidery hoop sat perched in her lap along with a spool of thread. Her hands worked idly as they weaved thread through cloth, each stitch pulling her closer to a memory. The thought dangled precariously in the background of her mind; hanging like loose string. With each taunt pull, she brought it closer and closer to the foreground until it started to unravel.  All the while she listened to the patter of rain.

Sewing wasn’t much fun, she recalled. Not when you’re five. And certainly not when the world looked open and new. Though when the harbor was shrouded by an overcast sky, and the roofs pelted with wintry rain, all one had to do was sit by their mother’s side and learn to sew. Mom always made it look as easy as cutting butter. Her needle glided over the cloth, leaving its wake gorgeous trails. Max, on the other hand, could only manage to stain hers with pin-prick blood splotches.

“You’ll thank me one day, Maxi.” Mom stole a glance down as her lips curled into a maternal smile. It was neither encouraging nor disappointing. Just full of love. “The day will come when you’ll need to know how to sew…”

Damn it.

Max jolted. She withdrew her hand and grimaced at the blood beading where she had pricked her finger. The memory slid away as the first sanguine drop slipped onto the no-longer pristine cloth. Just. Damn it. She stuck the finger tip in her mouth. Her shoddy craftsmanship- and shaky stitch- made the sting all the more potent.  Mom was right. She wished she knew how to sew.

Comfortable silence engulfed the apartment as Max sat bleary eyed. She continued to suck on her finger as she blinked into the still air. Perhaps a cup coffee would do her some good. She unfurled herself and gave her shoulders a mighty stretch until she heard them pop. The embroidery hoop she left abandoned on the seat as she shuffled over to the kitchenette. A scoop of coffee grounds which promised to clear her murky haze was just tapped into the press basin when the door swung open.

“MAX!”

Augustine tumbled into the apartment with a letter held firmly in a fist. His boisterous entrance gave Max a start, causing her to fumble and drop the scoop. It hit the floor with a metallic twang. Her lips pressed together as her nostrils flared with an exasperated sigh. She turned to face him, either brow drawing upwards to meet the other.

“What?” she hissed

The teen stumbled through the minefield of books and clothes to meet his sister. He was red in the face and soaked to the bone. By the way he swallowed hard in eager attempts to catch his breath, Max guessed he had run home. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“So, I was on my way home from making deliveries. I took the same route as always, right? But for some reason ,what with the wind and rain and it being really cold I decided to stop by thepostmastersoffficeforaminutetocheckandseeif-”

Words tumbled out his mouth faster than Max could catch them. Her brows dipped in a furrow as her eye grew wide. She gave an incredulous blink. The all-nighters were starting to take a toll because despite how hard she listened, she couldn’t discern a single word from his incoherent jabber. She stole a longing glance at the bag of coffee grounds before heaving a sigh. His theatrics were a bit much without being caffeinated.

Augustine’s eyes went cross as she abruptly silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips. He tossed her an inquisitive look.

“Breathe in,” she instructed.

The boy inhaled...

“Breath out.”

And released it in a long, drawn out exhale.

“Now,” - Max let her hand fall back to her side- “Tell me in ten words or less what you want.”

Augustine replied with neither words nor hand gestures. Instead, he held out the crumpled letter. “Zeehva sent a note addressed to the both of us.”

Max looked from her brother, to the note, and back again. Her eye narrowed as she snatched the folded parchment, giving him a firm smack on the head with it before opening.

"Auggie & Max…”

Max quirked a brow at the letter's contents. Usually she wouldn’t entertain the idea of taking time off for travel. Things weren’t that simple. Someone needed to tend to the shop; to feed the cat; to make deliveries; to answer inquiries; to do most everything that kept their home afloat. Usually, however, didn’t entail always.

She stole a glance at the embroidery hoop left abandoned on the armchair. The pattern etched into the fabric was for practice. She’d need a steady hand for the real project ahead. And along with a few final reagents which could be found abroad. The cost to hire someone to maintain their shop for a few days was far cheaper than imported goods…

Max folded the letter, - “Alright.”- and handed it back to Augustine.

Augustine deflated as he took up the note. “I knew you were going to say that...But hear me out! I think it’d be a great opportunity! We could gather herbs and supplies. A-and I’m sure we could pick up some new recipes along the way. Plus! Think of how enriching-”

Max ignored the rest of his rant, turning to her coffee press in preparation for some much needed caffeine. She could still hear him chittering away as she set the kettle to boil. Another sigh passed from her lips. “I said alright, Augustine.”

“You can’t always say no to- Wait…Alright?”

Augustine hiked back his chin with an incredulous blink.

“Yeah.” Max turned to lean against the counter, waiting for the kettle to whistle. She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Alright.”

Augustine held up a finger. “Like...Alright as in...Yes? Like,” -he gestured between the two of them- “We’re going?”

Max clicked her tongue before giving a curt nod, “Uh huh.”

A beaming smile broke out across Augustine’s face while sheer delight danced in his eyes. He bounced on the balls of his feed, hardly able to contain all his excitement. “Yes! I’ll write to her immediately!”

Her own lips curled in a subtle smile as she watched him stumble out the door. His clamoring steps down the stairs echoed through the rafters, making the building shutter with unbridled reserve. Max breathed a content laugh as she turned in time to the kettle’s whistle. The first drops of coffee seeping through the press stilled her own nerves. While her brother buzzed with joy, her own head hummed with conspiring ideas.

She’d soon have all the kindling she’d need for her project’s success.

( @zeehva​ for mentions)

[scribeofmorpheus]

Chasing Tornadoes {2/6}

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Series Warnings: poorly written medical procedural, mild delving into spirituality, language, overbearing egos, graphic descriptions of medical procedures. more warnings to be added. 18+ Generally, like my blog.

A/N: mention of/scenario depicting an anti-vaxxer situation.

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“Read ‘em and weep,” Marcy smacked her winning cards on the food tray for you to see. “Go fish!”

“Again?” you scrunched your nose as you gathered the cards on the tray and placed them onto the deck. “You sure you aren’t cheating?”

Marcy flashed her pearly whites at you through steady breaths. She was certainly enjoying the win, “Years of practice.”

She looked better today, less pasty, just as pale, but better. It was comforting to see her smile.

“One more game?” She asked with keen interest. You could tell she hoped you’d say yes.

“I already broke the rules smuggling this contraband for you,” you shook the cards then sighed, disappointed in the fact you had to let her down, “Besides, you have to rest, little missy.” You put the deck of cards in its box and then sealed it inside a ziplock bag.

“Rest is boring,” she huffed. “It’s all I do anyway.”

After stashing the cards in your lab coat, you tucked the blanket around her, “Well you need to keep up your strength for the transplant.”

An announcement sounded off from the PA speakers outside the room: “Mike Weschler to Observation Three. Mike Weschler to Observation Three.”

As if summoned by the devil, Mike knocked on the door to Marcy’s room. He nudged his head for you to go out, undoubtedly in too much of a rush to go through decontamination.

You held up a finger and mouthed: “One minute.”

Mike tapped his wrist like his watch was on.

You turned your attention back to Marcy, “I’ve gotta get back out there, but if you need anything...”

Marcy breathed shallow, turning on her side to stare at the wall, “I know.”

Quietly, you walked away, feeling there was nothing more you could say. You tapped the sanitiser dispenser and worked the clear gel all over your hands once you left the sealed room.

Mike shoved his hands in his white coat, “You got a sec?”

“Hey to you too,” you folded your arms. “What is it?”

“Kids,” Mike’s eyes went large as if he’d seen a ghost, a comical shudder followed suit.

You rolled your eyes, “Lead the way.”

 The hospital was calmer the day after the tornado struck. Still buzzing with adrenaline-fuelled fellows and tired residents, only now there were more white coats around. More senior staff relieved the stressful work load. Their presence had helped ease the minds of the younger staff members, allowing them more moments to sneak up to the roof for a smoke or time to themselves.

Even though the rooms were as full as the day the tornado struck, the brunt of the more serious cases were moved to the hospital in the town over.

Mike’s hair was dishevelled, a sign of poor sleep.

“Here we are,” he opened the door to Observation Three and waited for you to enter first before grabbing a clipboard.

There was a family of four all huddled together. Of the two children, the oldest –a teenager by the looks of it– was hunching over the edge of the examination bed. The mother was busying herself by wiping down every surface with disinfectant wipes. The father was less on edge.

“Hello, I’m Dr Mike Weschler, this here is my colleague,” Mike droned with no emotion in his voice. He flipped through the clipboard quickly before clearing his throat, not bothering to look up. “Persistent headache,” he mumbled to himself. Then he grabbed his pen and started filling in the form, “Any other symptoms?”

The father leaned closer, as if his voice would take less time to reach Mike if he closed in their distance. “He’s had a fever, and yesterday he threw up twice.”

“Did you try Paracetamol or Ibuprofen for the fever?” Mike said.

The mother eyed him coldly, “We gave him cold medicine, didn’t work. That’s why we’re here.”

Mike scratched his nose, picking up on the mother’s condescending tone. The nib of his pen pressing into the paper harder. The scratching noise of his writing more pronounced.

“What’s our patient’s name?” You interjected as you looked over the teenager’s features and instantly noticed the redness around his eyes, pale skin and shiny forehead. Though that last observation could simply be a dermatological issue like oily skin.

The teenager stayed silent, waiting for one of his parent’s to answer.

“His name’s Noah,” the mother said, a seriousness to her demeanour. From her attire, you assumed she’d be an academic or a teacher.

“Hello, Noah. I’m Dr Y/N. Do you mind if I take a look?”

He shook his head.

An introvert, you thought. You could relate.

You felt under his jaw for any swelling. Then you tilted his head side to side. He winced.

“Stiff?” You asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” He answered.

“Anyone you know exhibiting similar symptoms –maybe from school or around–?” Mike asked the room.

“Not that we know of,” the mother replied.

Mike inhaled, “Go anywhere outside your usual routine?”

The mother spoke more sharply, “No.”

You fished out your otoscope and looked into his ears. You sighed in thought. “We’re going to have to run bloodwork, check for cultures.”

The father stammered, “Y-you don’t think it’s…meningitis do you?”

Mike answered matter-of-factly, “Fever, headache and neck stiffness. It is a possibility.”

You put on your soft, calming voice, “But, it could also be a common cold. We’ll know more once the tests come back.”

The mother shuffled on her feet, nose high in the air, “And how long do we have to wait?” She wasn’t comfortable in the hospital.

Mike held the clipboard behind his back and plastered on a straight-lined smile, “I’ll get right on it.”

“Excuse us,” you dragged Mike out of the room by his lanyard, discretely. When you were both out of earshot you gave him a tongue lashing. “Show a bit more empathy, Mike. Those parents are probably worried sick.”

“It’s always the parents,” Mike scoffed. “Ironically, when I told my dad I was going into medicine, he suggested paediatrics,” He worked his jaw till it turned red.

Suddenly, Stephen appeared from behind a corner, hands in his pockets, seemingly with nothing to do. He picked up his pace when he saw you.

The clipboard was snatched out of Mike’s hands. Stephen read over the notes and asked: “Have you ordered a blood workup?”

Mike sighed, “It’s on my to-do list.”

“Must be a long list,” Stephen condescended.

“Longer than yours, by the looks of it,” Mike send behind clenched teeth.

Stephen rose a brow and tilted his head to the side. He handed the clipboard back.

The air between then was as prickly as the first time they’d met. Mike was trying his hardest to keep things civil between them. Stephen liked pushing that particular envelope. You imagined it gave him something to occupy his time. Being referee was going to grow old very quick. You could feel it.

Thankfully, Arlene jogged up to just in time to shift the mood. She handed you a tablet, “Hey…Uh, Dr Weisz put me in charge of doing the drive roster. I need at least two senior medical staff to supervise. I asked Dr Sanje and Dr Cho, but they’re swamped.”

 Mike groaned, “Nope, I’ve had enough of kids for today.” He walked away.

“Mike, where are you going?” You called after him

He raised the clipboard in the air, “To exercise my empathetic muscles.”

“Drive?” Stephen looked over at Arlene, his height and hooded gaze made her wring her wrists anxiously.

Her voice went several octaves softer, “F-flu sh-shots. The hospital sends out a van to the school district each season.”

“Wow, you really do that?” Stephen sounded surprised. “And you guys sign up for this?”

You signed two names on the roster, “You’re not at Met Gen anymore, Stephen. We do things differently here.”

Arlene accepted the tablet with a nod and hurried on her way. You turned to Stephen and asked: “Do you have any patients?”

“Not many in need of brain surgery here,” he sounded almost wistful.

“Good,” you smirked. A mischievous twinkle in your eye. “How are you with kids?”

You started heading down the hallway.

“Terrible,” Stephen followed, looking particularly perplexed by the question. “Why?”

You held back your need to laugh.

 “So this is why you asked,” Stephen folded his hands over his chest, looking down at you as though you were the devil himself. He wasn’t at all thrilled about the fact you had dragged him away from the hospital to give out flu shots at a school.

“The alternative would’ve been babysitting,” you poked fun at him. “And my Spike has a tendency to bite strange men.”

“You have a kid?” Stephen was taken aback.

You bit back a laugh, letting Stephen do a little mental gymnastics as you walked away.

He was ridged and out of his element around the kids. It was the first time his larger than life personality seemed grounded, awkward. You loved every moment of it.

“This is a seasonal occurrence?” Stephen asked with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

The two of you were seated on a bench in the cafeteria while you waited for the other Fellows and Interns to clear up the equipment. A small juice box was held between Stephen’s palms. His long fingers appeared cartoonishly large holding the small juice box.

“What Met Gen never ask you to give out shots?” you asked rhetorically.

His brow had been furrowed the entire time, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You popped the lid off your yoghurt drink.

“Work here. Live here,” He shook his head, confounded by it all. “All those years of medical training to wind up here? In a town that’s so…predictable?”

You let out a slow breath, feeling somewhat insulted. “I used to work in the city. I was raised in the city, actually.”

“And you left, willingly?” Stephen guffawed.

“When I first got here, Dr Weisz said that this wasn’t a place for those who wanted to make a name for themselves –to spread their wings. She told me this is where we perch,” you took a long gulp of your drink.

Stephen ruffled his professionally styled hair, “And what’s that supposed to mean? That this is where your career comes to die?”

“That this isn’t a place that puts ambition before practice. Not everyone in this field is in it for the fame.” Your words came off accusatory.  

Stephen picked up on the fact he had offended you. You closed the lid on your drink a little too tight. The ridges of the cap burning your palm. Stephen didn’t apologise, he just looked elsewhere as if pondering life’s mysteries. That annoyed you even further.

What did Christine see in him? You wondered.

“Help!” A teacher burst into the cafeteria in a panic, arm pointing behind her. “Earl–one of our staff members–he just collapsed!”

You and Stephen shot up, taking an emergency kit with you.

 The man, Earl, was lying on the ground, unresponsive.

“Any medical history we should be aware of?” you asked the woman who led you to Earl.

“I- N-n… I don’t…” She shook.

Stephen got to him before you did. He checked his respiratory rate and pulse like it was second nature, counting the beats with the ticking of the second’s hand on his expensive watch.

“Unresponsive,” Stephen said. “Get the tube, I’ll begin chest compressions.”

You looked over at the unresponsive man, methodically weighing the options. The amount of time it would take you to unpack the tube, get it into his airways, attach the pump and begin to force air into his airways… You didn’t linger on it, it was best to get him breathing now.

Without warning, you leaned over, pinched the man’s nose and began mouth to mouth.

Stephen lost his cool, “What are you--?”

“Begin chest compressions,” you ordered, ignoring Stephen’s glare.

The two of you worked together, no need for extra words. In tandem, you were like a muscle unit. When you contracted he relaxed. And vice versa.

Finally, after more compressions than you would’ve liked to wait through, Earl coughed and groaned to consciousness.

“Wha- happ’n’d?” Earl slurred his words.

“Welcome back,” you flopped back onto the floor, wiping sweat from your brow. “Come on, buddy. You’re coming with us to get a check-up.”

The grey haired man gave no fuss, he got up on wobbly feet, aided by Stephen and said: “Yes, ma’am.”

 A beeping sound went off as you helped Earl into the back of an ambulance. Stephen had been uncharacteristically quiet since the whole thing went down. You chalked it up to wounded pride.

The car ride had been uncomfortable. Neither of you said a word to one another. Even if it was wounded pride, he was blowing things way out of proportion.

You wheeled Earl into the hospital with the help of the paramedics, “Sixty-five-year-old male, collapsed from unknown reasons. Slurred speech and incoherence. Had to perform CPR on sight.”

“Earl?” Jan recognised the man.

You walked over to her desk, “Know him?”

“Yeah, my son’s history teacher. Think he has a heart problem,” Jan said.

“Possible heart failure!” You shouted after the residents. One of them nodded in response.

“Why’s he so sour?” Jan looked over at Stephen.

“That’s what I wanna know,” you huffed. 

You pulled Stephen aside.

“What’s the matter with you?” you whispered.

He flexed his jaw muscles, eyes growing smaller and he leaned down to speak in a careful tone, “I specifically told you to use the tube.”

“It would have taken too long,” you protested.

“Do you know why I specifically asked you to use the tube?”

You bit your lip, “No, why?”

“Because of Mike’s patient. He’s a teenage kid exhibiting symptoms of either bacterial or viral infection, possibly contagious. There’s a high chance he goes to that school. You could have exposed yourself to a contagion,” he made sure to stress his words so they fell like bricks rather than cards. “But then again, what do I know, since I’m just in it for the fame. Right?”

He was right. Damn him, but he was right. You had thought only of the patient, not the environment.

You couldn’t find anything else to say. Stephen pinched his nose bridge and strode away. The temple on his forehead was throbbing.

And then the second wave hit as soon as you walked into the main wing.

“Do you know how irresponsible this is? It’s not just your kids that are put at risk by this,” Mike held his hands on his hips, stance wide. He was in a heated conversation with the parents from earlier. Noah’s parents.

Stephen caught wind of the commotion and butted in, “What’s the issue?–Observation Three, isn’t it?–I’m guessing you got the tests back?”

“Sure did,” Mike sucked in air through his teeth and handed the chart to Stephen.

“Type B…” Stephen sounded worried. “Why wasn’t he immunised?”

“They chose not to,” Mike waved his hand at the parents.

You were about to play referee again, only this time it seemed Stephen and Mike were both on the same offensive team while the parents held their defensive position.

Stephen straightened his back and somehow he appeared taller, intimidating. His professional face was on, and he instantly began barking orders, “Mike, there’s a patient we just brought in, elderly man, mid 60’s, possible heart condition. Make sure they run a blood screen on him too in case this isn’t an isolated incident. Has the CDC been informed?”

“Dr Weisz is making that call now,” Mike sounded defeated.

“Make sure the kid gets a chest x-ray and do cultures for the parents and younger sibling too. Oh, and inform the school,” Stephen grabbed your elbow and led you away from the crowd. “You’re coming with me.”

“Where?”

“An isolation unite. Noah tested positive for Influenza B.”

You swallowed.

 The testing took a few hours and four Sudoku games before your results came back. Stephen walked into your isolated unit without taking the necessary precautions.

It was good news then.

You sighed in relief.

Stephen hadn’t cooled off yet.

“Lab work came back negative,” Stephen kept both hands in his pockets. “Turns out Earl had a pacemaker installed a year ago. It’s been giving him some trouble for a while. He didn’t come in due to insurance issues.”

“And Noah?” you asked.

“Antibiotics seem to be working. Caught it early enough. He’ll be fine. School only had one other case to report.”¨

There was a beat of silence. Then you decided to bite the bullet, guilt gnawing at your gut.

“Listen, Strange, I wanted to app—”

“You should get some rest,” Stephen cut you short.

You weren’t going to leave until you said your piece. Otherwise you’d toss and turn all night, “But first let me—”

He was avoiding your gaze, “I should go and check on Earl.”

“Stephen!”

He stopped.

You realised, just then, that that was the first time you’d called him by his first name. It felt…personal. No longer simply professional.

He turned to look at you, slowly.

“I—I’m sorr—”

“I was wrong,” he said suddenly. “This town. It’s not as predictable as I thought. It appears there are still some things that can surprise me.”

Did Strange –Stephen! – Just admit he was wrong?

You were stunned, pleasantly so.

Before you could think to say something else, he was gone.

 To be continued...

[peterthepark]

okay SORRY but i love with all my heart your steve smut so pleaseeee do more !! one idea i had was that they go to a diner late at night, have a quiet date, and it escalates, possible in his car?? that may be a crappy idea but y'know i made an attempt

enjoy babes! 🖤 i may have uH went a little all out with this one but i hope you’ll like it

Like A Virgin

Steve Harrington x You

Warnings: smuttttt & fluff

The diner was quiet, despite the bright and loud neon signs that flickered obnoxiously outside. Silverware clinks against the ceramic plates as Steve scrapes up the rest of the food. He chews softly; his jaw clenching as he watches you sip on the straw of your milkshake. You let out a hum when your straw sucks onto the cherry that had sunk to the bottom of the tall cup. Steve can’t help but to grin devilishly when he sees the vibrant, red cherry disappear between your glossy lips with a pop. You flash him a shy smile, turning your head away from him as your stomach becomes full with sudden butterflies.

The jukebox in the corner of the diner hasn’t stopped playing Madonna ever since you both arrived, and honestly, Steve seems quite excited at how playful the music is making you seem.

“Can you tie a knot with the stem?” He asks, pointing at you. His elbows are propped up on the table, while his hands rest against his chin.

“Only good kissers can do it.” You respond, tongue poking against the side of your mouth. “Done.” You stick your tongue out at him. And surely enough, it’s in a knot. Steve exhales deeply, leaning back against the red booth as his gaze focuses on the knotted cherry stem.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He chuckles, biting his lip. He crosses his arms against his broad chest, eyeing you.

“So you admit it? That I’m a good kisser?” You lift your shoe from off the ground, placing it delicately between Steve’s spread legs. He smirks at the sight of the bright pink pumps, running his hand softly up your calf.

“A little proof won’t hurt.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, lips slightly puckered as you shift to lean forwards on the table.

Now, Steve Harrington was a gentleman.

But with the way you were acting, he began to consider otherwise.

You and Steve were supposed to be at a summer pool party, but once you showed up to his front door, he knew he had to take you somewhere else. You’re wearing a mini dress, the kind with slits on the sides and a thick belt around your waist. The signature Barbie-colored dress matches your too-tall heels. Steve smacks his lips at how your curled hair tries to escape from its loose ponytail, messy strands framing your dolled-up face. The blue eyeshadow on your eyelids glimmer celestially under the yellow light as you dab at your lipstick, glancing up at Steve with a innocent smile.

“Let’s go home.” He says abruptly, before throwing a couple dollars onto the sticky table. Your face is a mixture of surprise and disappointment. He wanted to go home. Already?

“What? I was having so much fun.” You whine, following him out of the booth. He waits for you, holding his arm out for you to grab on. You’re tugging at the hem of your flamboyant dress, fearful that it was riding up your thighs too much. You’re pouting as Steve opens the door, placing a protective hand on your back as he takes you back to the car.

“Steve?” You call out to him after he chivalrously yanks open the passenger door for you. Getting in with a sigh, you roll your eyes at his sudden change in demeanor. He starts the car, cranking the music to a ridiculously loud volume.

But you’re taken by surprise when he reaches around you to lock the car and instantly, he has you pushed you up against the door. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing at your skin as he mashes his lips against yours. He moans into your mouth, attacking your neck with intensity and passion.

“Holy fuck, Y/N.” His hands are grabby, tugging roughly at the white belt that was wrapped tightly around your waist. He throws it onto the floor of the backseat blindly. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look tonight?”

Steve shrugs his jacket off, bunching it up and carelessly tossing it onto the dashboard. You take the opportunity to climb into the back of the car, giggling as Steve whines for you to come back.

But nevertheless, he follows your movements. He parts your legs with his knee, grunting as you sit forward to tug his shirt over his head.

“Hold on.” He takes the shirt from you, laying it out on the leather seat. “Wanna make you as comfortable as possible, angel.”

You bite down on your manicured nail, blinking up at him with a lustful gaze. “Ooo, angel? That’s new.”

You push Steve against the backseat, straddling his lap. Your dress is lifted up to your ribs, and you grind expertly against him. Steve gasps when he reaches between your thighs, realizing that you weren’t wearing anything under that dress - for this whole time.

He groans as you drag your lips across his broad, bare chest; his skin is littered with stains from your lipstick, mixing themselves with the hickeys you were giving him. You pull at Steve’s hair, earning a wanton moan from the back of his throat.

Now, that was unexpected.

“Steve Harrington likes getting his hair pulled?” You chuckle. You lift his chin with your fingers so that he looks up at you, hands placed firmly on your ass. You shift in his lap, whispering dirtily against his ear. “Baby... you should’ve just told me.”

Steve is speechless, jaw ajar as he looks up at you in awe.

This was different. Normally, he’d be the one in charge during sex.

But this... this unlocked a new feeling in him. It was unfamiliar. It was uncharted territory. And he liked it.

“Talk to me, Stevie. What do you want?” You mumble against his skin, inching your way down his lap and onto the hard floor of the backseat. “You want me to suck your dick? Yeah?”

Steve nods, throwing his head back. Licking his lips, he shuts his eyes as you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling them to his ankles - along with his boxers.

A loud, filthy moan escapes from his lips as you lick a stripe on the underside of his hard cock. All he can focus on is the sounds that your mouth is making; saliva builds up around your fists as you quickly bob your head up and down, pumping the rest of him with your smaller fists. Steve takes your hair, pushing you down softly onto him so that you gag. He chuckles, and a hum vibrates through his chest as you pull away with a dramatic pop.

Just like the cherry.

Steve meets your lips with his, tasting himself. It’s so dirty and filthy, but shit, does it feel good. You place yourself in his lap once more, a hand balancing on his shoulder before you reach behind you, taking him into your hand once more.

“You’re so fucking fine.” Steve takes the dress off of you, letting it collect onto the floor with his other clothes.

He groans into your bare breasts, boldly sucking onto them with his full lips. He’s blushing profusely: cheeks and neck red with your lipstick and his natural flush. Your hands brush through his hair, pulling at the small curls at the back of his head. His huge hands cover your back as you sink down onto him, moaning lustfully with a wide grin.

“God, Harrington. You make me feel so full.” You yelp as he snaps his hips into you, hitting your pubic bone as he tries to bury himself deeper inside you. “Holy... holy shit. Holy shit!”

The car creaks, swaying from side to side as Steve pounds into you. Your breasts are pressed up against his chest, bouncing slightly as Steve thrusted in and out of you. It was purely sinful in every way. His mouth is smeared with your glossy lipstick, smudged at the corners and painting his lips with a glistening texture. He’s moaning into you, cheek pressed up against the valley of your breasts as his hips buck up to match your pace.

His middle finger draws figure-eights on your clit, rubbing harshly as he tries to get you to cum. He’s so close, needy to get there.

“Fuck, Y/N. Yeah, just like that. Goddamn, pull my hair again.”

“Uhuh, yeah? Steve... fuck!” Your fingers pull and tug at his hair, and Steve is trying everything in his power not to cum right then and there. He rams into you at a faster speed, smiling as you place a hand on the roof of the car with parted lips.

“Oh, my... Steve! I’m there - I’m - I’m cumming!”

Steve doesn’t hold back this time. He feels you clench tightly around him, breaths heavy as your body convulses with aftershocks. Your hands trail up his shoulders, cupping his face. He’s cumming, too. It overwhelms him, grunting with a gruff voice as you bounce onto him for one last time.

Your eyes are hooded, and you inhale before you let yourself fall against Steve’s chest.

“That was - that was amazing. Holy fucking crap.” You smile blissfully, closing your eyes as you embrace him.

“And you’re - you really are a good kisser.” He chuckles nervously, moving his hands up and down your arms.

“Guess that cherry stem myth is - well, I guess it isn’t a myth anymore.”

“I’ve got the real deal right here.” Steve sucks a mark on the side of your breast, smirking proudly at the masterpiece he’s created.

“Now, let’s actually go home?” You laugh at him with a teasing look, yelping as he spanks your ass playfully.

“Whoever said there wasn’t room for a round two?”

[paradisobound]

Seeing is Believing

Summary: Dan would have never guessed that Phil being horny in a London hostel would unleash a new kink he didn’t fully realize he had. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: PWP-Porn Without Plot 

Warnings: Smut 

A/N: I’ve already completed a BINGO on my first card so this is just for fun mostly but I’m still aiming to complete another BINGO on this card which is my second! Also...I don’t do dirty talk and find it mostly cringe so I apologize if this comes off bad lol 

Written for the @phandomficfests​ Bingo Fic Fest: Prompts Used Were- awkward sex, dirty talk, oral job 

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“Phil, we can’t.” 

“They’re asleep. They’re never going to know.” 

Dan turns his head to towards the other side of the hostel that he and Phil are sharing with an, actually really nice, young woman. It was a quick trip to London and they couldn’t afford to split the difference for a hotel so they opted for a cheap hostel instead, hoping by some form they wouldn’t be sharing the room with someone but they were. 

“They’re definitely going to wake up.” Dan counters, grabbing at Phil’s wrist that was connected to the hand that was currently snaking its way inside of Dan’s pajama pants. 

The bed was a bit too small, and the air in the room was a bit dusty and stale. So it wasn’t like the mood was heightened. It just so happened that, for whatever reasoning, Phil decided the best thing for them to do was to fuck with another person sleeping in the same room as them. 

“No they’re not.” Phil laughed back. “They’re literally snoring right now.” 

Dan tried to still his breathing to listen to the sounds around the room. Outside the window was the classics sounds of London, sirens and loud car honks every few seconds. Beside them was definitely snoring but that didn’t help to ease his worry about them waking up, in fact it made it a hit harder to adjust to this knowing someone was beside him. 

“Phil...” 

“If you really don’t feel comfortable doing anything, I’m not going to make you.” Phil says, moving his hand out of Dan’s pants and packing it onto his stomach, his warm palm soothing Dan’s knots. 

“I know,” Dan says, biting his lip. “I just don’t want them to wake up.” 

Phil turned his head towards the black room and narrowed his eyes a bit before turning his attention back to Dan. “They’ve got their back turned towards us.” 

“Are you sure!” 

“I can see the back of their hoodie so yes.” 

Dan feels a bit of the tension leave his stomach and he lets out a small breath before placing his hand on top of Phil’s and lowering it back to the front of his pants where he was beginning to feel the blood rush south. 

As Phil smiled and leaned down, he connected their lips together and Dan let out a breathy sigh as his brain melted and clouded over like it always does whenever Phil kisses him. 

Phil reaches inside of his pants and below his boxers to take him in his hand and Dan moans lowly into Phil’s mouth. Phil swallows it down and then pulls back to shush Dan with a chuckle as he continues to stroke him up and down, the fluidity if his movements getting faster the harder Dan gets. 

Phil’s starting to stroke with a bit more vigor when the bed creaks next to them and Phil’s hand shoots our of Dan’s boxers like he’s been scolded. Dan holds his breath as he waits to see if the girl is going to say anything to them. He turns his head and sees that she’s turned to them now, but her eyes are still closed. 

He feels like he can’t do this anymore and he looks up at Phil with a sympathetic glance as Phil just shrugs and falls besides Dan, no longer sitting between his legs. Dan turns to Phil so they’re both on their sides and ignores the throbbing between his legs as his cock rubs against the fabric of his underwear in the most delicious way now that he’s worked up. 

“I can still get you off?” Phil whispers, reaching between them where the girl definitely wouldn’t be able to see now besides just the jerking motion of Phil’s shoulder. 

Dan bites his lip hard and turns to try and hear snores, which he does, before he turns back to Phil and nods quickly. 

“Be quick.” 

And Phil does try to be quick, but his hand gets stopped in the barely there give of Dan’s boxers and the awkward arm placement makes it for Phil’s hand to begin to cramp and suddenly, it’s just not going well. Phil’s arm is cramping up, Dan’s not enjoying it anymore, and the awkwardness of their situation is weighing heavy on Dan’s mind. 

He shoots Phil a knowing glance and Phil just signs and nods as he pulls his hand out again and rests it on Dan’s side. 

“Another time.” Dan whispers, leaning forward to kiss Phil. 

Phil kisses back and nods. 

***

Turns out another time is a few days later when they’re back in the Manchester apartment. It’s a lazy night on their sofa watching anime when Phil reaches over and begins to smooth his hand along Dan’s thigh. Dan let’s him for a while, but then Phil’s hand reaches higher and Dan turns his head to the male sitting beside him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I want to get you off.” Phil huffs. “We never did do anything after London.” 

Dan let’s out a snort. The London hostel...God, Dan wanted to desperately forget about that. After they had both went to bed and everything seemed alright, they were woken up by a fire alarm going off at 4am due to the kitchens toaster smoking a bit. 

When they came back into the room after standing on the slightly bitter cold London street, the girl who was rooming with them blushed and asked if they wanted her to give them some privacy. Dan had been mortified and he wanted to ask her if she had seen them but instead he just blushed and shook his head and vowed to never do something so stupid again. 

“Who says who should do it now?” Dan asks. 

Phil pouts, a genuine bottom lip out pout, and Dan laughs so hard he snorts as he grabs Phil’s hand and places it on his budding erection. 

“Fine. You can get me off.” 

“Hard already?” Phil asked, slipping off from the couch and gathering himself between Dan’s legs. “Someone thinking about London?” 

“Phil, that was mortifying!” 

Phil shook his head and reached up, grabbing at the waistband of Dan’s pants to pull them down. Dan life’s his hips up to help as Phil yanks and they come off down to his calves. 

“Hm...but wouldn’t that have been so amazing though? Knowing someone as watching you get off?” Phil asks, tutting his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “I bet she would have enjoyed the show. Wanted to join in maybe?” 

Dan’s dick twitched at the thought of someone watching him get off. He never thought it was a thing that would do anything to him. He knew from various Skype calls with Phil that he enjoyed knowing someone was watching him get off. 

Phil licks a stripe up the side of Dan’s cock and takes the head in his mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off and repeating the lick up the side. “Do you like knowing someone is watching you get off?” 

Dan let’s out a loud moan and reaches between his legs as he grasps Phil’s long hair in his hands and tugs. Phil groans in response and goes back to sucking him. He takes Dan further down and Dan loses the battle with his hips to stay put as his hips canter up and Phil pulls off just enough to avoid hitting his gag reflex. 

“Tell me, Dan. Are you getting off on the idea of someone watching you?” Phil asks, stroking Dan’s cock with a new fluidity as the velvet skin became slicker. “Maybe we should go back to the hostel and fuck with the people next to us watching. Maybe they’ll even enjoy the show just as much as you’re getting off?” 

Dan’s mouth falls opens in a silent moan as his hips stutter one last time and he finishes with Phil stroking him off. He lets himself collect his breath as he looks down at Phil, who is smiling like he’s really proud with himself right now. 

“Wow.”

“I know.” 

“Gonna be honest,” Dan says, his voice out of breath. “Didn’t think that voyeurism was a kink of mine.” 

Phil laughs and sits back in his heels and Dan looks between them to realize Phil’s hand is moving fast inside the confines of his own pajamas. 

“Come here.”

Phil gets up and sits on the couch beside Dan as Dan bends over and lowers the waistband enough for Phil’s cock to pop out and smack wetly against his stomach. He takes the deliciously red head into his mouth and sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he strokes the rest of Phil that he couldn’t quite get down yet. 

Phil finishes fast and Dan swallows it down, pulling away just as he winces from the bitter taste. Phil was lucky that Dan loved him because Dan thinks the taste of cum is the most horrific thing in the world but he’ll gladly swallow for Phil because he knows Phil likes to watch him do it. 

They both tuck themselves back in, the anime playing unwatched in the background. 

“Maybe this is something we can play around with?” Phil asks. 

“What?”

“You know, you liking being watched.” 

Dan let’s out a laugh. “Just because I like being watched by you doesn’t mean I want a stranger to watch me cum my brains out.” He leans over and pecks a quick kiss on Phil’s cheek. “There are certain things left just for you.” 

[smutfornerds]

View From The Top // Ray x Reader

A/N: Well we can thank two of my wonderful Wells children @jay-wells-writes / @cutebutpsycho83 and @cursed-ocs / @fir3flies-light-up-my-sky for this one! I was stuck and asked one of them for a plot line and one for a character. (She gave me a top three tbf, and I picked Ray cause he fit the best with this lil carnival theme.) Also, I’m opening my writing to the full LoT crew now that I’m mostly caught up. So feel free to send requests for any Legends! Enjoy cuties!!

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“Oh come on it isn’t THAT high!” Ray’s voice hollered over the whirring engines of the carnival rides you were surrounded by as he gestured to the towering ride. It had been your idea to take the jumpship to a carnival in the early 2000’s, but solely for the pursuit of the various fried foods. As much as Gideon tried there was just no way to replicate the taste of a fresh elephant ear. Ray had tagged along under the guise of keeping you safe and out of trouble but you both knew it was really for the rides and the games, and the overall atmosphere of acting like a big carefree kid. Admittedly it had been a wonderful break from the ever present tension on the Waverider, even when he had dragged you through the funhouse full of distorted mirrors and mazes. It wasn’t long until he was tugging your hand along through all the rides; he’d made absolute sure Gideon fabricated perfect ticket pass bracelets to ensure maximum fun. Once he’d gotten the memo that any rides that spun in circles or went upside down were a hard no after all the greasy corn dogs and fried food, Ray scanned the horizon over all the much shorter heads of running and screaming kids until you saw his whole face light up. Turning his back to you he motioned for you to hop onto him, and the giggle that escaped you when he gripped onto your thighs tugged a sly smirk onto his face. He maneuvered the two of you through the sea of sugar-loaded little tyrants until he stopped confidently before the massive Ferris wheel. Bending his knees to help you hop down, he caught the look in your eyes and sighed, even rolling his eyes teasingly before he spoke.

“Not that high?! It’s like, at least two stories.” You paused to eye the structure, shuddering just slightly as it creaked with movement. “Maybe even three.” The pout you adorned was enough to make Ray groan, which he did. He tucked a finger under your chin to bring your gaze back to his towering figure instead of the ride. “You’ll be with me, you’ll be the safest person at this fair.” As he spoke he patted his chest pocket with his free hand, tapping the case to his Atom suit and sending you a small wink. A pink tint rose to your cheeks at the gesture and you averted your gaze, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear. Before you could change your mind you sighed defeatedly and snatched Ray’s hand back, this time lacing your fingers between his and squeezing a bit. “Fine but I’m not opening my eyes at the top.” You tugged him behind you, almost causing him to fumble over his feet but he trailed at your heels to the short waiting line. To his surprise you hadn’t released your grip, but he wasn’t about to complain. Ray sported a proud grin the few times other passing males would check you out and then notice that you were on his arm. The idea of having you to himself was beyond enticing, and the closer the two of you got to the head of the line the further his mind would wander. Once you reached the ride operator he asked for your wristbands, and on instinct both of you lifted your locked hands to show the red strips of paper. The attendee waved you through, this time however Ray tugged you along with him and pulled you tightly to his side once you were locked in the covered cage. For a moment you sat there pressed to his side, looking around at all the extra space to be had. The little compartment could’ve fit half the Legends and yet here the two of you sat, not a hair of space between you. Thinking nothing of it Ray let his arm settle around your shoulders just as the ride started back up. The slight jolt of the cart moving up made you gasp and startle a bit, turning yourself into Ray’s embrace. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d jumped into his arms until you looked up to see his face a fraction of an inch from yours. Instead of a shocked or panicked look he wore an amused expression, and he began rubbing his arm along your shoulder and arm to soothe you a bit. “I told you you’ll be fine. I’m right here, and we aren’t even at the top yet.” He nodded in gesture over the side of the cart, and you glanced to see yourself level with the roofs of a few surrounding buildings.

After a few forced deep breaths and the continued comforting touch to your skin, you’d relaxed more against Ray’s chest just as the ride slowed to another stop. You couldn’t help but tense up at the way the ride lurched, causing the cable car to rock just slightly. “Oh I hate that you made me do this..” You whined over to him, closing your eyes tightly as to not look around anymore. A soft chuckle beside you made you raise a brow above your still shut eyes. “What’s so funny? Heights happen to be one of the more rational fears, because it’s not—“ “Actually the height that you’re afraid of, it’s falling.” He spoke over you with your exact words and that got you to pop an eye open. “Yeah..” You muttered slowly. After giving him a quick once over you squeezed your eyes shut again before the ride began to move higher. A small squeak escaped you at the way the car was rocking now, and you went to curl into Ray only to find his arms outstretched to his sides and his feet planted firmly and perfectly positioned to rattle your own personal hell from side to side. Your eyes went from tight lines to moon-sized orbs in seconds flat. “Ray, please—“ Again the ride halted and but your cart kept swinging with every push of force Ray gave. “RAYMOND! Please stop!” Sending a smack to his shoulder you were surprised when his hand pinned your own to his chest, forcing you to fall on top of him in the process. Again his expression read amused, but this time there was more heat behind his eyes and the tilt of his smirk was just a bit off to be the innocently playful grin he usually adorned. With your eyebrows raised as high as could be, your mouth fell open and closed as you attempted to speak. “Wha— I don’t-.. Uhm..” A lump had formed in the back of your throat that was inhibiting your ability to form words let alone full thoughts.

Ray let out a low chuckle and brought his hands to your sides, guiding you to sit up but never letting you leave his lap. On instinct you settled your legs on either side of him, straddling him and letting your hands fall from his chest to rest on his torso. Absentmindedly you traced the outline of his abs through the fabric of his shirt, all the while your gaze trailing up his arms to finally meet his eyes again. “You know we’re almost to the top?” Pressing his thumbs a bit more into your hipbones, Ray began to knead soft circles into your skin. The simplest of actions forced a huff of air from your lungs, which you played off as best you could as a reaction to his words and not his touch. Like the genius he was however, he saw right through you and kept the action up as he shifted beneath you. He positioned himself more upright, simultaneously forcing you to press tighter to his chest and lap. He ran his hands up your back for a moment, a reassuring gesture of comfort as the cart stopped again, not quite reaching the top just yet. Still your words were stuck in your throat so you simply cleared it, bringing a hand up to the back of Ray’s neck. “Didn’t you say something about..” Before he could continue he stole a quick kiss, keeping a hand in the small of your back and another pressing your chest tightly to his to keep you close. “Keeping your eyes closed at the top?” A chill ran over your skin bringing goosebumps to the surface, and you nodded at his innuendo of a question. That same devilish smirk coiled his lips and he nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours as his hands traveled down your back again to rest just above your ass. “I could definitely help you out with that.” Punctuating the sentence with a playful squeeze to your rear made you giggle softly, and you watched the way Ray’s eyes softened the slightest bit seeing you smile. Nibbling the corner of your lip, you wiggled yourself a bit in his lap until you’d scooted back enough to see the button of his jeans. Without a word you brought a hand down and popped them open, watching the way the male’s brows rose at such a forward action. “Better hurry up then,” You paused to lower his zipper and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect as the Ferris wheel began rolling the two of you higher. “We’re almost to the top.” Tilting your head playfully you tugged at his jeans, and that was all Ray needed to hear.

In a matter of seconds he lifted you with one arm and pinned you to his chest, the other hand tugging his jeans and briefs down enough to free himself. A long sigh left the scientist as the cool evening air hit his already growing length. You couldn’t help but lick your lips seeing him like this, and Ray was never one to miss little things. He watched your tongue trail across your lips and whined out, settling you back into his lap only to grab the hem of your tee shirt and tug it over your shoulders. Never had you been more thankful that you’d worn fabric shorts, as Ray got the very idea you had to simply push the fabric aside so he could enter you. He locked an arm tightly around the bend of your waist as his other hand guided his length to your entrance. He gave a few slow warm up thrusts up into you before you took the reigns, settling yourself down onto him fully in one slow move. His raven haired head fell back against the seat, a gravelly moan making its way up from deep in his chest. The hand he’d used to guide himself stayed between you, slipping his fingertips to your clit with ease. Before you’d even began bouncing he was flicking at your clit rapidly, and your body reacted before you even could. Your hips snapped up and forward before giving out a moment later, forcing you to slick yourself up and nearly off his length and then right back down, much harder and faster than anticipated. Ray let out another guttural noise and this time it was matched with your own high pitched whining. Hearing such sultry noises come from your lips Ray shuddered, capturing them in a heated and fervent kiss as the ride halted just two clicks from the very top. The cable car rocked again as it stopped and Ray took the momentum to thrust harshly up into you, another strained and breathless moan leaving your occupied lips.

Quickly you began bouncing yourself on him, hitting your inner core with each motion and spilling a string of mewls and whimpers into Ray’s awaiting and hungry mouth. He kissed you like the only air he could get would come from you, and his hips bucked up to meet yours with every thrust. Your cart hadn’t stopped rocking since the ride had paused, and again it lurched forward and only aided in your movements. The world around you was all but imaginary at this point what with your mind only being able to focus on Ray. His one hand was gripping deeply into your hip while the other was dripping with your mess from relentlessly circling your clit. Your legs began to twitch and threaten to give out, but you didn’t dare stop. At this point you were desperately chasing your climax. Feeling Ray’s length brushing and ramming into your core was tightening the knot inside you by the second, and when he started rubbing furious zig zags across your clit you were gone. A loud screech of a cry erupted from you and your body curled forward as you came. With how you shook your body kept bouncing atop Ray, even when your face burrowed into his neck and your eyes screw closed to see stars behind your lids.

Finally placing his sticky hand onto your opposite hip Ray took over the rhythm, holding you still a few inches above him only to rail up into you at his own rough pace. You couldn’t stop the helpless and shaky whimpering that left your lips as he pounded into your sensitive center. Every nerve felt ten times as charged as you attempted to come down from your first release, but with how Ray was relentlessly thrusting there was no way you could control where your body was headed. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t warn him other than the ways your body involuntarily did. Instead you clung to his shoulders letting your nails dig slightly at his skin. Ray hissed through gritted teeth at the sting, but it only made him fuck deeper into you. Another broken scream cracked at your vocal chords and this time you let your jaw hang open, your lips brushing the skin of his collar bone as your upper body writhed against him. Ray groaned out, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his hips twitched. He gripped even tighter to your hipbones, his fingertips digging at your skin the same way yours were his shoulders, leaving matching marks. Letting your lips sink into his skin you suckled at his collar bone, attempting to stifle the moaning and whimpering he was pulling out of you. Ray’s arms had began to tense around you, his breathing raggedier by the second as the ride rattled to another stop and aided his final deep thrust.

A loud grunt bubbles up Ray’s throat and out into the cool air as he filled you with his release. The angle of his deepened thrust hit you just right and triggered your second and final orgasm, your body convulsing against Ray’s as his arms tightened to hold you close against his chest. The pair of you sat together panting for a few solid moments, before you began peppering kisses across his chest. A soft chuckle left him before letting out a small strained groan as he sat up, arm still securing you in a tight embrace. You didn’t stop your assault of kisses until he nudged you, bringing your gaze to his still slightly glazed over eyes. “So..” He states gently, pressing his forehead to yours. A gentle giggle trickled to his ears like music and he matched it with another low murmur of a laugh. “So.. thanks for the much needed distraction.” As you spoke you mindlessly trailed a fingertip down his chest and torso. He brought a hand to meet yours and lace your fingers together, the same way you had when getting in line. Matching smiles curved across each of your faces and he broke them by stealing yet another kiss. Pulling back he handed you your top with his free hand, and pouted when you actually put it back on. However you stayed comfortably in his lap, his lowering hard on still pressed against your now throbbing center. “Might I add that while you’re the best view, this one ain’t half bad.” He pointed over your shoulder and without thinking you turned, only to be greeted by a vast cityscape and a half-set sun. The tops of two story buildings met your eyes along with ant-sized-looking pedestrians and cars. “Oh- oh my god..” You felt frozen, and Ray simply chuckled and grabbed your chin gently in his hand, turning you back to be met with a slow, sensual, heart melting kiss. His hand stayed cupped to your cheek and his other arm pinned you to his toned chest by your back. His tongue trailed over your lower lip and with no hesitation you parted them to allow him access. Pressing even tighter to him you released a breathless, barely audible moan as he finally pulled his length from your wetness, all the while rolling his tongue skillfully against your own. Before he pulled away the ride began rolling back down, but your eyes stayed closed due to needing to catch your breath.

A few seconds passed and you cleared your throat, blinking a few times as you looked down at a smug and smiling Ray Palmer. Any of the fear or anxiety you’d been feeling floated away with the soft breeze and was replaced by butterflies and comfort. “How you always manage to put a smile on my face will never cease to amaze me.” Resting your hands over his on your legs, you both huffed our soft laughs remembering he was still exposed. As he tucked himself back in the ride halted yet again, and you stood and turned to look out over the horizon now that you were level with small buildings again. Ray poked his head over your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a playful bout of kisses to your cheek. Again you giggled at his actions, and brought a hand up to gently cup his face. “So since you forced me into this total deathtrap, you owe me one fuzzy stuffed animal.” Leaning a bit you pecked his nose, gaining a huffed laugh out of it from him. “I’ll have you know I’m a MASTER at the balloon pop race.” He stated matter-of-factly. The wheel rotated a bit further and you huffed a teasing guffaw at his words. “Better put your money where your mouth is Palmer.” You spun to face him, snaking your arms around his torso. “Cause if you want another rendezvous like this one, well, that requires a GIANT fuzzy stuffed animal.” You shot him a wink and he flashed his brows up and down at you playfully. Smiles lit up both your faces before you shared another long and tender kiss, and you sat cozied up for the last few minutes of the ride.

Once your feet hit solid ground again you heaved a hard sigh. Ray couldn’t help but laugh at you, but nonetheless wrapped his strong arm tightly around your shoulders as you walked. You fit so perfectly against his side and rested your arm around his back. “It wasn’t even that bad.” He muttered teasingly. You shot him a glance and squeezed tightly to him. “Oh it was amazing. Beyond amazing, gives me chills just remembering how good it felt..” Glancing out of the corner of your eye you watched for his reaction. “Oh, but the ride sucked.” Not a second later Ray coughed, clearing his throat a bit and patting his chest. “That was good. Good one..” He choked weakly before coughing again, only forcing a fit of laughter to leave you. He gripped snugly to your shoulders as he walked you right up to a game booth, of which all the seats but one were taken. It was a group of small kids and you weren’t about to let Ray obliterate them just for the sake of a stuffy. Glancing up at him you shrugged, ready to let go of the idea of a toy souvenir, but he simply tugged you closer to him with a smirk and mumbled for only you to hear. “Glad heights aren’t an issue anymore, get ready to fly.” With you distracted he’d pulled his Atom suit from his pocket and you could hear the familiar whirring as he booted it up. In a matter of seconds he’d adorned the suit and had latched his arm back around you. Ray took off from the ground with a rush of air, but not before snagging the biggest and fluffiest giant monkey from the booth. A loud squeal left your lips and you clung tightly to Ray as he drifted you through the air and back to the jump ship.

It only took a matter of minutes and you were securely back on the ground. Ray rushed the two of you inside the ship and cloaked it again. Taking a moment to remove the helmet of his suit, he held out the stuffed animal with a wide and proud, toothy smile. Both of you burst into laughter at your antics and you hugged the toy tightly. “Thank you, Ray. Today was much needed.” He waggled his brows at you and you scoffed, landing a small shove to his plated shoulder. “Not just that, I meant the clean fun. And the laughs, and the food.” You grinned and stepped forward, kissing him slowly and with as much feeling behind it as you could muster. You curled a hand into his dark locks, giving a bit of a tug as you pushed onto your toes to deepen the kiss just that much more. Upon pulling away, it was Ray’s turn to be speechless. He stammered silently for a moment before you interrupted him with a laugh. “Okay Gideon, get us back to the Waverider before Sara kills us.” Ray chuckled softly along with you as you sat at the control panel. “When and where are they anyway?” You questioned. A second later Gideon threw up a photo of the exact carnival you’d just left. “2003, Central Washington State Fair. It seems your activity with the jumpship alerted the team of unwarranted time travelers.” You and Ray both exchanged equally confused and worried glances. As if she read your minds, Gideon continued.

“They were tracking any and all time jumps or abnormalities in the timeline. When Dr. Palmer used his suit it gained some attention and, seeing as they were unaware of your absence, they followed this lead. Mr. Heywood and Mrs. Lance are actually a few feet from entering the ship right no—“ The jumpship doors swung open, and Sara stood wielding her throwing stars and Nate in full steel. Both of them rolled their eyes at the sight of the two of you, or perhaps the sight of a bright purple giant stuffed monkey. “Really? We wasted all this time because you two wanted to have a fun-day at the fair?” Sara’s tone rang annoyed and exasperated. Pursing your lips you sighed from your nose. “Sorry..?” You started and her eyes widened. “Let’s go get a funnel cake and some local wine!” You tossed Ray the monkey, not before stealing a taunting kiss. The expressions him and Nate dawned were too priceless to pass up. Sara’s brows rose but the idea of wine was too good for her to pass. “Let me change and we’ll go. You’re SO lucky I love funnel cakes.” She stomped away towards what you could only assume was where they’d left the Waverider. Nate stood staring at Ray, who’s since removed his suit giving way to the skin of his neck. The purple mark you left just barely poked out of his shirt, but Nate’s eyes were too sharp not to notice. He shot a smug and knowing smirk to Ray. “So, did the purple monkey come before or after the purple hickey?” He nodded his head nonchalantly at his best friend, and Ray’s face lit up like a fire truck. You stifled a laugh from behind the two and snuck your way off the jumpship to follow your captain.

[01010010-posts]

— our love is a starred staircase; i jump two steps at time but you can only go one by one.

i. → becoming human. “and this is hen.” “mhh, very interesting.” “.... i hate you.” he unwillingly cracks up, slightly turning to the other side because, honestly, he’s not that bastard (maybe) “sorry–” he bites his lips, not wanting to be exposed, gosh, he really is such a bastard “it’s just that– well, how do i put it.... learning a new language from scratch, without any download, it actually is difficult.” there is it again, that devilish sneer “i swear to god, love” “okay, okay. i’ll say it. but please don’t be mad. it’s your handwriting. it’s hard to read. it’s so ugly you could be a doctor.” he’s doing his best, he vows, but since being deviant his sense of humour has highly been affected. you lose no time in emerging onto his jolly demeanor and begin smacking him “you’re not being fair! ouch– please! you promised to not get angry!” he refuges his hair behind his knuckles, while still enjoying taunting you “i’ve spent the past hour memorizing things with you and that’s how you repay me! and i didn’t promise that!” he lets you tease him for too little, and without even realizing it you’re in his grasp, frozen, sweetly pouting, a mouth that he kisses “you’re right, here’s your reward, teacher.” “did you at least learn something?” “ohh, yes, a wonderful lot. i learnt how to kiss you here, here, and here.” and saying that he follows his preaching, teaching you where he adores to leave lovebites. ii. → pieces of you between the pages. it’s not his fault. sometimes night shifts happen. but he hates them abysmally. why? because, as much as he gets bored when you’re sleeping, he can’t help but worship those endless hours he has available, basking in the lone presence of your body, recording each minute thing, with such limited time on this earth, then, he.... but tonight is a little different. he phoned you for a while (you had to force him to hang up), assured that you finished eating at a normal pace, didn’t steal too many snacks from the cupboard, watched something nice and got to bed at a reasonable hour. yes. he’s not your mom but he likes to remind you that his way of loving is varied. of course, soft words and i love yous and invisible smooching were not absent at the roll-call. he’s not only your mom after all. ahh, almost forgot. this is just routine. the deviant thing tonight is: a book. your book. your favourite book. you probably forgot it in his bag. but it’s not very important right now. he picks it up, the spine slightly visible from the black fabric incorporating it. it’s an ordinary book. he sits, and since he’s kinda alone, nobody prevents him from propping his long legs on his desk, relaxing in his leather ergonomic chair. reading a bit won’t hurt. the content, the plot, it’s not really important. what he’s actually reading is: your underlined parts. you normally don’t do that, you said one time. it ruins the paper, you said. yet in this one, this one, so important to you, you used graphite pencil to emphasize. mostly, about love. iii. → doing nothing. “i won’t stand for this!” he huffs in a bit of what appears to be the middle of an angry and annoyed tone. his arms hurriedly coming into a fold around his chest, he doesn’t really know how to react. you try to hide your benevolent smirk, an android this cute shouldn’t exist “why? you’re already doing it.” “that’s– that’s because it was your turn to choose what we should be doing this evening.” “so you’re peacefully protesting?” you urge him, now holding back snorting is almost impossible “.... kinda.” and at this point you’re nearly choking on your own laugh “you’re making fun of me?!” he finishes his retort and darts, indignant, sitting upright on the couch. so so so sorry but you have to cover your face with your digits and turn towards the other side because, honestly, you’re not that bastard as to burst into laughter in front of him (maybe) “gosh– it’s– it’s– pfft– i apologize i’m– ahahAHAHA NO PLEASE NO!” while you were, indeed, mocking him you lowered your guard and him, a weapon, took that as his advantage “PLEASE BABY” “ohh, we’re begging before i even get serious? my my, you’re quite weak.” his fingers carefully threading between your ribs, stroking your skin in a delicate manoeuvring until he’s satisfied with his revenge “you’re terrible.” he grins, both short of breath from being such imbeciles “i am.” he gently lowers down your crouched shape, half on the sofa the rest on the floor, and kisses your reluctant cheek “what’s the plan, then?” “don’t think i’ve changed my mind. i don’t want to do anything. i want to continue until i reach absolute zero.” iv. → your things // your place. he doesn’t need to shower, nor to bathe, and if he indulges in those activities it’s just to bond, he assures you. but suddenly it’s not so credible when you, wanting to surprise him, come back to your place without telling, sneakily unlock the threshold and tiptoe to search for him to no avail. you’re about to open your mouth and shout, to see some sort of shocked reaction, maybe a jump from the scare, but he’s not in the living room. and not in the compact kitchen. and not in the bedroom either. then, where could he be? you silently ponder, a tap of your shoe asking if he left to go shopping. but you know, the fridge is not that empty. could he be....? without letting out a sound you enter the bathroom, certainly not expecting the sight that presents to you. a single curtain separating you from his shadow. of course, you can’t resist the call. with a swift movement you pull the nylon and expose him, who can’t help but nervously shriek in distress “ah! what the fuck!” you cackle “surprise!” he sighs, exasperated by your childish behaviour, and turns off the water “is that my.... body wash?” your attention shifts rapidly, taking in the image of his fully naked anatomy but pointing an index at his palms “what–” he halts mid-sentence, his cyan eyes darting to his fingers “oh, well, huh–” “you’re using my body wash.” “i can explain.” “you always say you’re too upgraded for bubbles.” “.... my phrasing is not exactly that however i was just– curious.” “to try my body wash.” “yes. to try your pink velvet sunflower body wash.” “wait. how do you know the exact name. suspicious.” if his forehead wasn’t already shimmering from the droplets of your interruption he would be drenched in cold sweat “.... i analyzed it.” “you fucking ate shower gel.” “in my defense–” v. → what do you do when you’re happy. he longs for moments like these. for when you both come home, him entangling his arms around your waist as soon as the door closes, leaving a trail of tiny pecks from your shoulder to your lobe, slow as a snail, savouring each millimeter of skin, each little relaxed spasm your muscles have, each complaint you attempt to address to his figure, each tender giggle escapes your mouth. he longs for moments like these. the same as when your shared friends send a text at the last minute, asking if it’s okay to come over and then maybe go somewhere, drinking or eating doesn’t really matter, it’s just to be together. and you sweetly smile, a bit tired after work, but still willing to say ‘yes’, serene in the comfort of not even having the need to change into fancy clothes, only bustling with secret excitement, waiting to be in stitches in the back of a non-automatic car. he longs for moments like these. as that time you both got a couple days off and decided to spend them in a countryside house, clutched by vines of different species: virginia creeper, common ivy and climbing magenta roses. and as soon as the door closed you rushed, gliding on the worn burnt sienna cotto tiles, up the old rusty stone stairs, reached the top and opened the small cabin, only occupied by a toilet and a small painting (‘in bed’ by federico zandomeneghi. a girl with long auburn hair, facing a floral wallpaper, resting in a tranquil atmosphere while stretched out in her bed under light blue covers.). you promptly proceeded to push the wood window frame, letting light invade the whole space. he was right beside you as your head stuck out, inhaling the fresh air and remaining speechless in front of the sun, the sky, the clouds, the as much red roofs interspersed with yellow lichens and green moss, the rest of the panorama composed by infinite sweeps of earthy fields. he longs for moments like these. vi. → our things // our place. “don’t forget to brush your teeth.” he whispers from behind you, his face reflected on the mirror in which you’re admiring yourself in search of some imperfections. you absentmindedly chuckle “i know” your eyes fixated low, watching the drain of the pale china sink. logically, the most convenient way of getting the toothpaste to exit the tube, is to squeeze from the end and let it come out on its own. of course, he noticed, you don’t do that. you, as if reading his mind while he’s standing close, watching and mimicking a human nightly routine, do the complete opposite of what he’s thinking, pressing your thumb at the very start of the mixed aluminium-and-plastic bottle you’re holding. a tiny bubble forms where the cap should be and you hint a smile. infos bothering his vision at the corner of his irises: it’s some internet articles about teeth blackening, mostly persistent in asia. it’s somewhat fascinating to him, or at least, it’s different from the constant obsession with lightening. he wonders what you would think about it. he wonders if you even know about it. white gel slowly fills your tongue and coats the ends of your lips. you’re kinda messy, he admits, but finds it utterly adorable nevertheless. vii. → dying human. your hand. your hand is what kept him alive for so long. because, despite his appearance, he’s as old as an adult can be at this time of your life. your life. two parallels tracks that never meet, going their way, wanting to touch but never able to. you, growing old. him, growing and nothing more. because he can’t be old, can’t he. he will never be old. he must be about.... no, that’s stupid. no hypothesis could change anything. it doesn’t matter which numbers he should have in his ID – not that androids have any in the first place –, what matters is the inequity of your age “you’re always beautiful” you murmur “mh? look who’s talking” the end of your mouth curls up in a childish smile, wrinkles adorning all of your features “flatterer. i could be one of your grandparents for all you know” he gives you a lazy expression, lids half closed, nevertheless content, a bittersweet happiness. he takes your right hand in his and draws it near his cheek “it’s rough, c’mon” you’re a bit ashamed but he lets the warm rays of sunshine glimmer onto him, eyes slowly leaving space to complete relaxation “no, it’s tender, don’t worry, just as you.”

[ask-the-cordium-crew]

Team Cordium Christmas              (A WKTC holiday story)

It was Christmas Eve in the kingdoms of remnant and out in the forest outside the kingdom of mantle and atlas there was a mansion a big one covered in decorations top to bottom and inside was one of the biggest parties of the night

William was breathing fire from drinking too much fire dust whiskey and singing silent night really loudly oh and also swinging from the chandelier Damien and was doing a keg stand with benjamin holding him up.

Mark was singing a Christmas song while walking down the stairs he was wearing Christmas themed booty shorts and a Santa hat saying the sexiest Santa alive on it and Christmas stockings made for a woman was he drunk? No, he couldn’t drink. He just did it because it’s his house. He can do what he wants.

Celine was already passed out drunk she could not hold her liquor at ALL one drink pretty much makes her pass out she was currently sleeping on the roof for some reason.

And what was our favourite detective doing? He was at the poker table with Torchwick. Why was roman here? Because Abe invited him as his plus one, it was Christmas, so they were both taking a break from crime and crime-fighting respectfully.

Abe took a drink from his rum and leaned back, sighing “nice to have at least one day off, especially at the holidays bleh I am gonna hate work tomorrow.”

Roman put down his cards and looked at Abe, confused, “why whatever do you mean, Abey?”  

Abe groaned as he looked at roman “the day after Christmas is always the worst sure I get Christmas off, but once it’s over there are at least 6 murders I have to go solve sure I love my job, but it’s really annoying to deal with murder just promise me you’ll wait till next year to go back to crime.”

Roman sighed and patted abe on the back before shuffling the deck which Abe watched to make sure he wasn’t cheating 

“fine, I promise I'll wait till January to go back to a crime your lucky we get along so much, and you're a freelance detective I hate anyone from atlas and local law enforcement.”

Abe chuckled before smacking Roman across the back and holding his glass “I'll cheer to that those guys are shmucks who can’t do a job right well besides will over there I can respect him.” 

Roman and him laughed before tapping their glasses together “oh Abey you are correct William is personally the only person from atlas I've really met but I do enjoy his crazy behaver its odd how someone with his mental state is in charge though” 

Abe rubbed his chin gently thinking about that “hmm I guess your right it is odd how he’s in control, but hey he gets the job done and well he wasn’t always like this the safari hunt incident as it’s known as really fucked him up I mean you’d probably lose part of yourself if you saw what he saw.” 

Roman groaned as he chugged his glass and then poured himself and abe a new one “oh yes, I heard about that... now I can’t say I respect the faunus much, but you are correct seeing a child in that state even if it was a faunus would fuck me right up!”

“Anyway, let's get back to our little game shall we Abey?~” he gave abe his cards and then looked at his own smirking and pushing his chips forward at least halfway 

abe looked at his hand and shrugged “I call I guess.” 

Meanwhile, over at the kegstand, Damien jumped off, flying into the air and landed right on his feet, stumbling a bit. “Let's GET ANOTHER ONE! Let's drink up and be merry. It’s Christmas after all as mark always says life is for the living!”

Benjamine smiled and then went into the kitchen and brought out a new barrel “are you sure you can handle another barrel of this all on your own master Damien?”  

Damien stumbled around a bit before shaking his head and smirking “good to let the beast out every once and awhile ey old friend? Trust me when we graduated beacon we drank more than this oh that night was crazy Mark and my sister Celine ended up playing 7 minutes in heaven a little longer than 7 minutes if you catch my drift oh and me? I ended up on top of the communications tower. I don’t even know HOW!”

Damien rubbed his chin and burped, “speaking of my sister, where is she? did she leave?” 

Benjamin shook his head as he opened up the kegstand “no-no miss Celine is on the roof passed out and drunk.”

Damien groaned gently before sighing and rubbing his head, “and people say Williams crazy heh oh it’s fine she’ll be okay. I'll get her in the morning be sure to remind me benjamin unless she comes down herself.”

Benjamin nodded “of course master Damien now shall we get you up here?”

Damien did a handstand and jumped onto the barrel and Benjamin held onto his sides and put the tube into his mouth and Damien went back to chugging another kegstand.

William grabbed another bottle of red dust whiskey he then looked at Damien “CHUG CHUG CHUG DO IT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT DAMES! YEAHHHHH! LIFE NEEDS A BIT OF MADNESS AND WHATS MADDER THEN DOING 3 KEGSTANDS IN ONE NIGHT! OH WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA!” he chuckled 

William then ran off outside and screamed out loudly, “OH GABRIEL! COME HERE YOU BIG CRAZY BEAR!”

A loud roar could be heard as an Ursa came charging towards William. It then picked him up and growled before William pointed forward, “Let's GO WRECK SOME SHIT!”

William then ripped off all his clothes and him and Gabriel the Ursa ran off into the night heading towards mantle Abe then looked up looking out the window and then turned to roman

“should uh... we go try and stop him?” he was holding back a bit of laughter

Roman waved his hand. “EH let the crazy old bastard have fun, not like he hasn’t done something like this before.” 

Abe chuckled, “touche.” 

Mark meanwhile was board, and since no one at the party was paying attention to him he grabbed a t-shirt cannon, but instead of t-shirts it was filled with dildos from his mountain of dildos in his bedroom 

he then started firing it all over the place as the dildos stuck to the roof and walls and windows Abe and Roman ducked 

Roman looked confused and surprised “I thought he couldn’t get drunk?” Abe groaned, “dammit,, I didn’t lock up my bags. He got into my drug stache.”

Roman laughed out really loudly even without him being drunk he found this funny 

“HAHA! my god Abe, your friends, are all amazing glad I decided to come by the way it was me I got into your stuff I spiked the punch” he smirked Abe rubbed his face “I hate you sometimes Torchwick” Roman stuck out his tongue “oh I know you love me.” 

Mark then poured a gallon of peppermint lube all over himself and ran outside screaming loudly “I AM KING OF THE DILDO MOUNTIAN FEAR ME!” he fired rapidly all over the place 

not all their Christmases were like this, but all of them were almost always crazy; these were happier times.

[hazeofhearts]

Last Minute (Connor x reader)

Soulmate au: first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body

Warnings: Swearing, drinking (legal!)

As soon as androids deviated, they got soulmate tattoos. No matter where they were or who they were with or what they were doing at the time. They all got soulmate tattoos.

Nobody knew how this phenomenon worked. After the android revolution, Elijah Kamski himself took it upon himself to have an internationally broadcasted interview about it. Immediately everyone was swarming chat forums for what it could mean. One person even suggested that that was why maybe a lot of people didn’t have soulmate marks.

Like you for example.

Everyone up until this point in time, thought that if you didn’t have a soulmate tattoo by the time you were five, then your soulmate hadn’t been born yet. All through middle school, high school and college you were made fun of for not having a soulmate tattoo. And the older you got, the more you feared when and how you would meet your soulmate.

Currently you were twenty three, on the edge of your seat, ready to watch the news and see what Elijah fucking Kamski had to say about the whole android soulmate thing because an android was obviously much more preferable than a child.

Absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers over the small line of neat text printed across your wrist. The single five word statement popping up eight months ago in November. It was right around the android revolution in fact.

The logo for the local news station flashed on the screen before Elijah simply popped up onto the screen. You gasped aloud at the sight of him. He was very attractive. But his name wasn’t the one featured in the words that were on your wrist.

Elijah went on the explain what he and his team had been testing for months. They had manufactured an android and waited for it to become deviant. When it did so, a soulmate tattoo appeared on their skin. Then they let it out into the world and followed it secretly, seeing if the experience was the exact same for humans. They’d followed it for more than a year before the android met its soulmate and it was love at first sight.

Then, something happened that set your phone and laptop blowing up even more than they already were. Your laptop was sitting in the news website forum and your phone was constantly refreshing from the discourse chat you were in.

Markus, the leader of the android revolution, was sitting in a chair across from Elijah Kamski. A flash of hope raised itself in you but lowered once again when you saw that Markus had pulled up his sleeve.

The camera zoomed in to show the words ‘Welcome to Jericho’ printed in swirling script across his wrist. Your brow furrowed as you recalled that the deviant android hide out was called Jericho.

Your eyes scanned the chat on the news site, seeing people spurt out weird conspiracy theories but also being really mature about the whole situation. Meanwhile, the people on the discourse weren’t being as grown up about the situation.

You closed out the tab on your phone and did the same for your laptop before turning them both off. You sat leaning forward on your overstuffed couch in your near barren living room.

When would your soulmate come? Who would they be? Were they an android? They had to be, right?

You sighed and finished out the program, more longing in your chest than ever before. Now that you had your soulmate tattoo, you just wanted to meet them but you knew that wasn’t how it worked. It was all up to fate.

You heaved yourself up from your couch and walked to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. If you planned on drinking tonight, which you just decided you were, you needed to fill yourself up. Your roommate came out of her room, her LED flashing yellow as she watched you mope around the kitchen, gathering stuff to make yourself a sandwich.

“Did you watch the soulmate program?”

“Yeah,” you said forlornly.

“Here, let me,” she said as she pushed your hands aside.

“No, Macey, let me.”

“No, no,” Macey said, flapping her hands before combining your preferred ingredients together to make your favorite sandwich.

“I know you were a housekeeper model before you deviated but I swear, your mothering instincts have doubled since we became roommates.”

Macey chuckled, a few of her dreadlocks falling out of their loose bun she had on the side of her head. You twisted them up and back into the mix and she thanked you, handing you your sandwich.

You both sat at the table in silence, listening to the rain patter on the roof as Macey poured some chips on your plate as well. You played with your food for a bit before actually eating anything. Macey simply stared at you with her hands folded. She was waiting for you to make the first move.

“So how was your day,” you inquired.

Macey rose a carefully arched eyebrow at you before deciding to play along.

“It was good. Work was normal. That creepy guy came back again and asked for my number. I told him I didn’t have a phone but that I could remember his number and he got pissed again. It’s like he doesn’t see my LED. Not to mention that if he thought we were soulmates that we would have known already.”

You scoffed in disgust.

“The nerve of that guy honestly confuses me. Like he’s so blinded by whatever that he doesn’t realize that you’re not blowing him off and that you can LITERALLY call him with your MIND!”

Macey laughs, tossing her head back, her perfectly winged eyeliner catching your attention.

“Hey, Macey. Can you do my makeup tonight?”

“For what,” she inquired, her giggles still sitting under her words.

“I want to go out tonight. Get fucked up. You can come if you want but would you mind doing my makeup?”

Macey clapped her hands and grabbed her five tier makeup caboodle from her room, smacking it down on the table before spreading it open like her black market bag of makeup tips and tricks.

You swallowed the last bite of sandwich that was in your mouth and dropped the paper plate into the trash, stretching yourself slightly to reach the can.

Macey approached you and commanded you not to look until everything was done. Once she stepped away, she handed you a mirror. She left you with a glittery royal blue eye shadow and dramatically winged liner to match your dark red lipstick. It was very dramatic but very much what you wanted.

“Can I pick your outfit too?”

“Sure. Make me look hot but also please make it comfortable.”

Macey sent you a wink before jogging off to rummage around in your closet.

She came back with dark jeans, a white T-shirt and your leather jacket for you. You smiled softly as she placed the items on the table.

“Thanks.”

You changed right there, not bothering to move. Macey was your best friend, what was there to be shy about? She’d helped you when you were puking all over yourself the last time you drank about your soulmate. In turn, you did the same thing for her when she fell and needed minor repairs from you. You’d think that an android would be able to keep itself upright considering how many tests the creators would have to go through to make proper coding but you supposed you could be wrong.

You finished getting ready, slipping your shoes on and calling a taxi to come get you. You grabbed your house key, gave one last goodbye to Macey and headed to your favorite bar.

It was a quaint one all the way across the city but it was well worth the twenty minute drive plus traffic. Jimmy’s was a place where you could drink until you became a fucking idiot and nobody would care as long as you were quiet.

You slid out of the taxi and adjusted your clothes before heading in, no emotion on your face. You pushed the door and walked in, not sparing any of the old farts a sideways glance. They could underestimate you all they wanted, you were here to drink. You took a seat at the middle of the bar and rested your feet on the metal bar at the bottom of the bar stool.

“One alcohol with rocks please,” you said, giving Jimmy a wry smirk. He clicked his tongue with a fond smile, getting your glass ready. You drummed your fingers as he prepared you a mystery drink.

He placed it on the counter but blocked your hands from getting it.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

“Come on, shit head. You know how old I am,” you tried wrestling with his hands.

“You look about 18.”

“We’re fourteen years apart you fucker,” you said, chuckling.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Here you go.”

You grabbed the glass and took a good mouthful, coughing as it went down your throat.

“Man I fuckin hate scotch.”

“I’m trying to get you used to it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and resumed your drinking.

After two more glasses, you couldn’t even taste the liquor anymore. You were leaned forward, your forehead on your bent wrist. You could see Jimmy waving off persistent guys from approaching you out of the corner of your eye.

You threw back your final drink, the fourth one of the night and stood carefully from the barstool. While you were sitting, the bar had somehow filled up with more older men. You slapped a $20 bill on the counter, gave Jimmy finger guns and wobbled as best you could out of the bar.

You were a strange drunk, indeed.

The door opens again and out comes a clean cut man in black dress pants, a crisp white shirt and a loosened tie around his neck.

He approached you and stood with his hands behind his back, staring straight at you.

“Hi, my name is Connor.”

You felt your wrist warm up and your subconscious, tipsy mind answered with the first thing that came to the surface.

“Aw fuck me, man.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth and looked at him embarrassed. He rolled down his sleeve to show his tattoo to you. You did the same for him.

“Ah, what a wonderful first impression I must’ve made.”

“I could tell your personality simply how you interacted with Jimmy when you first came into the bar. My first impression of you was then. Should we exchange numbers so we can stay in contact, soulmate?”

You could tell that the word soulmate felt strange in the androids mouth with the way he sort of scrunched up his nose at saying it. You chuckled.

“That sounds nice, I’d love that.”

You gave him your number and nearly fell into the taxi when it pulled up in front of you. You blew him a kiss before the taxi drove off and saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

When you got home, you fumbled with your keys for a minute before getting them in the lock and opening the door. Knowing Macey was awake, you simply shouted into the apartment.

“Hey Macey, you’re never gonna fuckin’ believe what happened!”

[ewze]

@mushroomminded​ i got yo’ back >;3c

(tw for gore)

“Please,” is what he’s saying. “Please, please-” nonsense falling from his lips, tumbling away from his tongue like sand, like rice at a wedding. “-don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me-”

His voice is pitching high, choked and stringy with fear, and he’s backed into a corner, pressed up against a wall.

He was just going out for groceries.

Late night snackery, cola cons for Edd, a bottle or two of Smirnoff for Tom- Matt had just wanted some crisps, had just wanted to have fun with his friends, to watch some stupid movie and laugh and now he’s here, a tall figure looming over him, and he’s terrified.

“Please,” he chokes, and his attacker- this random stranger with a knife, with cruel eyes and white teeth- steps closer, leans down. And Matt flinches back, whines, feet pointlessly sending him scrambling harder into the wall.

He has nowhere to go.

He’s trapped, and with one, snake-quick lounge, the man has an iron-grip on his chin, is so close Matt can see the colour of his eyes.

(blue. ice blue, void of emotions, void of humanity-)

“You talk a lot,” he says. Cocks his head.

“It’s really annoying.”

Thumbs press into the soft corners of his jaw, and Matt yelps, palms tearing against the pavement, and there’s a moment, a second, where he’s got his mouth open, where his whole life stops in it’s pace.

The knife tastes like blood, like steel- like fear.

“If you move,” the man says, nonchalantly, like there’s no knife between them, like they’re just passing each other by at the store. “I’m going to push this knife into your brain.”

Matt whines- can’t cry, doesn’t dare to. His palms sting, his heart is beating a furious song in his chest, and there’s tears in his eyes.

Please, he wants to say. Please don’t.

The man smiles- a casual quirk of his lips, eyes twinkling with amusement, and he pushes the blade up, away from his tongue, up towards the roof of Matt’s mouth- without thought Matt opens his mouth wider, instinctively wanting away from this.

It’s a bad move.

Quick as can be, the man reaches forward; clamps thumb and index finger around the tip of Matt’s tongue, and pulls.

Matt squeaks- goes with, blade gliding along his teeth, sliding towards the back of his throat. Fear pulses, burns every thought away, and Matt can’t do anything but shake, wide-eyed and frozen.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” the man says, still smiling. He draws the knife back, flips it around; presses the blade against the side of Matt’s tongue, and the fear rickets up, digs its claws in, and Matt can’t move.

No. No, no, no, no-

He wants to scream. He wants to beg. He wants to do anything other than sitting there, frozen and dumb, but he can’t feel his body, can’t move his limps, can’t even feel his heart in his chest, beating away.

The blade presses in.

There’s no pain- just the sting of blood welling, rushing, flooding his mouth with crimson. The man’s eyes are glued to his mouth, to his work, and Matt isn’t sure if he’s even breathing.

Deeper.

Tendons must be severing- muscles slicing apart, and all Matt can think of is standing in the kitchen, singing along to whatever pop song’s popular now, and slicing out slices of meat for dinner.

And then the pain finally becomes real.

The man cuts, a rough, deep stroke, and blood spurts, spraying across the man’s face, across Matt’s shirt and pants knee, and there’s blood in his throat, his mouth, and Matt’s choking, suddenly and viciously, 

The pain’s starbursts in his head, and Matt isn’t even real, not then- he’s tethered to his body by pain and blood, because he can’t even feel the pavement cutting into his palms as he flips over, as he opens his mouth and lets blood pour out of his mouth, splattering down across his hands.

He wants to scream. He wants to cry, and he’s shuddering, shivering, making weird, gasping sounds, and he’s crying, he has to be-

“Oh damn!” the man laughs, and Matt’s arms are shaking, heavy and weak, and he can feel the man tower over his exposed back, but he can’t move- can’ do anything but sit there, watching as the ground stains red. Watching as more and more blood pour out of his mouth.

“I didn’t think it’d be that gory-” and there’s a wet smack as something lands beside him, and Matt doesn’t want to look, he doesn’t- but his eyes turn, and there, sitting oh so innocently on the ground, is his tongue.

He must make some kind of noise- must have some kind of reaction, because the man laughs, presses the tip of a foot into Matt’s thigh.

“Aww, we just getting started baby boy,” and Matt’s eyes are drawn, because there’s a shiver crawling up his spine, sick fear welling in his throat, and the man is smiling, wide and pleased. “We gonna have a lot of fun, aren’t we?”

And all Matt can do is shake, and cry.

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BTS Reaction: Walking in on their sister making out with another member

Jin:

Jin whistled quietly as he slowly trotted from downstairs. He had invited Hoseok over for the day so they could sneak off later and go hang out, just the two of them. 

He turned the corner quickly and excitedly plopped down onto the love seat and sucked in a deep breath, ready to exclaim his next statement with power. He finally let his eyes carry over to the two of you and the breath he had sucked in came out as a terrified yelp. “What the hell?!”

Hoseok pulled away, his lips red and puffy from the intensity of the partial make out session he had just been engaged in. You looked at Jin with wide doe eyes and then back at Hoseok, hoping he could come up with a good excuse. You hid your face in his chest as he only whimpered out in response. 

Jin took the time to separate you two and as if interrogating you two, asking you questions to see if the answers were any different in the slightest. In all, you two weren’t allowed alone for a while as long as Jin was around. 

Yoongi:

You and Jimin had found that your brother being in the shower was the perfect opportunity to sneak off and lock lips.

You both sat outside, your legs on either side of Jimin as you tangled your lips with his, his fingers tangled in your hair. You let out a whimper of satisfaction as he tugged at your bottom lip. You pulled away to gaze down at him, but your lustful and passionate gaze snapped to the figure standing in the patio door. 

Yoongi shook his head as he held the stare with you. Jimin slowly looked back and you could’ve sworn you heard the gulp from his throat. Slowly opening the door, Yoongi walked over and yanked you off by your arm. “Get inside.. Jimin and I have to talk.” He shoved you inside and slammed the patio door behind you.

Hoseok:

Hoseok had left the dance studio to fetch you, Jungkook, and himself some water. Within the few seconds of your older brothers absence, Jungkook had you pressed up against the mirror, your legs on either side of him as he pressed his lips to yours with an intensity like never before. 

Jungkook grunted into your mouth as he took a chance to slid his tongue in between you lips, tracing the roof of your mouth with his tongue quickly. The slight giggle and partial moan that left your throat was cut off by the sound of water bottles clattering to the floor. 

You pulled away before Jungkook and looked over his shoulder at your brother who’s ears were slowly turning a dark red. “H-Hey...” Hoseok couldn’t help but snap back. “Oh don’t ‘hey’ me, when just a second ago your mouth was saying ‘hey’ to Jungkook's tongue! Separate!” He snapped all in one breath.

Namjoon:

People were constantly flooding in and out of Namjoon’s studio, so when you and Tae arrived to plop down on the floor behind your brother as he produced some music, he wasn’t surprised. 

Tae kept you occupied with pictures from a new shoot that had yet to be released. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker between the picture and the man before you. He noticed and smiled his usually boxy smile paired with a dorky giggle. He bit his lip as he stared back at you.

In unison, you both glanced up at Namjoon who was practically rubbing his eyeballs on the screen in front of him. You both looked back at each other and it was as if two large magnets attracted together. You were pushed onto your back, Tae hovering over you as he molded his soft lips with yours. You tried to stop your lips from smacking, but with the force of the kiss it was inevitable. 

Namjoon was still unbothered until he noticed his cup of coffee was empty and he still had a few more hours of work to do. He turned around in his chair and yawned before his eyes settled on the scene in front of him. His cup clattered to the ground and Tae pulled away quickly at the noise. You both looked at each other before slowly looking at your brother, who’s eyes had squinted and jaw had clenched. You gulped as he stood up saying nothing at first. He stormed over and yanked something from underneath you. “If you’re gonna suck each others faces off in my studio, at least be thoughtful of my Ryan plushies!” He snapped as he set the doll to the side and walked out for a breather and coffee. 

Jimin:

Being invited to a BTS photoshoot was something you could never pass up. Especially if it meant some time with your lovely boyfriend Namjoon. Of course, no one knew that besides the two of you, but time with your man was time with your man. 

Namjoon had the brilliant idea to get his photos over before you even arrived, something that had pissed you off entirely. His only excuse being that he wanted the pictures to be as much of a surprise to you as they were to the fans, still leaving you very unimpressed. However, he gave a very compelling peace offering as he tugged you over to the group van and slid the door open. He crawled to the back and patted his lap with his cocky smirk.

You climbed into the van and slammed the door shut behind you as you crawled to him quickly. He wasted no time at all, not even letting you sit down properly before he was kissing you with all the passion he could muster up. He let out growls into your mouth every time you would deepen the kiss or threaten to pull away.

You had just reconnected your lips after a brief break for air when the van door slid open, multiple voices pouring in, the loudest being that of your brother. Jimin couldn’t help the screech of anger that left his throat as he watched Namjoon try to move his hand from your ass. Namjoon had the same smirk on his face, while you hid yours in shame. “Park Y/N! Get out of this van right now! You’re riding home with the noona’s!” You scrambled from the van as Jimin crawled inside, probably to rip your boyfriends head off to prevent him from ever touching you again. 

Taehyung:

Having the boys over for dinner was a big deal. Every single one of them could never be satisfied with the same dish. So you confided with your boyfriend Jin. 

He arrived a few hours early to help prep the meal and the house long before any of the boys arrived. You just finished cooking the meat when Jin stuck the desert in the oven. You looked at the meal you two had completed with a smile of victory.

You went to look for Jin when arms were latched around your waist and lips had latched onto yours. You giggled in surprise, but happily melted into the kiss. His lips tasted like the batter he had just finished mixing. You didn’t want to pull away, even when you thought you heard the front door open. Jin moaned against your lips as he pressed you up against the counter. He was going to spin you around when a loud shatter echoed from the doorway. 

Jin flinched like he had heard a gunshot as he pulled away forcefully, his head flying back to look at the source of the sound. The cupcakes your brother had made were mashed onto the floor. His eyes were beady with tears of anger and betrayal. “Really, Y/N?” He clenched his jaw tightly. “My hyung?” He hissed as he breathed in heavily. “I need to talk to you outside...” His voice cracked as he made his way out to the porch.

Jungkook:

Your brother may have been young, but sadly he wasn’t stupid. He noticed every single time you would sneak into Yoongi’s studio or into his hyung’s shared room. He did however pray every time what he thought was happening, wasn’t true.

When you made your weekly visit to the boy’s dorm, Jungkook tried to stay glued to your side. However, when you said you had to pee, he backed off, but as expected, he noticed you slide through the door into Yoongi’s room. He hadn’t noticed however that his fellow bandmate wasn’t in the room along with all the other boys, so he followed you.

He didn’t bother to knock as he pushed the door open, its creak timing with he smacking of your lips as you pulled away from Yoongi. His hand slid down the door slowly as he stood there in shock. He let out a heavy breath before mustering up his words. “Jeon Y/N! Ah fuck honorifics right now!” He cut you off as you tried to add in his need to call you noona. He wasn’t truly mad as he had been expecting this for the longest, but it was fun to watch you stumble over your words to apologize. “We have to talk in the living room. Everyones gonna find out about this! Ah, Hyungs!” He screamed as he made his way from the door. 

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