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babyarmybabbles · 9 months ago

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Run ARMY! (1st Game Part) a1 d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 954

Notes: This chapter in particular is actually inspired by a SKZ fic on Ao3 but I'm so tired I am not going to go look for it rn. I will probably add it to the inspo list for this chapter when I make an Addition post. Thinking about games and activities for them to do is literally so difficult. Props to the production crew for Run, I could never. Writing large groups is also vv difficult T^T I'm actually pretty content with the writing itself for this chapter. Could use some clarity edits, but everything always can.

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: I don't think there's any?

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"Before we begin, I would like to apologize to my fellow ARMY" you tell the camera seriously as soon as the PD finishes explaining the rules to you.

You and the boys had been called into the living room of your accommodations after breakfast for the first real game of your trip. It seemed they were mostly theming the games as ones they've done before with the added twist of you. Today’s game? The iconic five sense test.

The group cracks up laughing at your preemptive apology, but you maintain your eye-contact with the camera. "I will be as respectful as physically possible." You promise the dark lens, "Please understand."

You had good reason to preemptively apologize, you thought. ARMY would go feral as soon as this episode aired, you were positive. It wasn't every day one was not only allowed, but encouraged to touch the members of BTS.

That's right, they had rearranged the five sense rest in such a way that it was you against BTS, and the consequence was that you now had to caress each member as little as you could manage and still win the game.

The rules were pretty simple - you'd be blindfolded and the members would take turns approaching you to let you try to identify them by touch. You'd have 50 seconds to guess. If you got a member correct, you'd get a point. If you got it wrong, the boys would get a point.

You think 1 vs 7 is a little unfair, but you suppose that you did represent the millions of ARMYs at home right now. Your team was larger in spirit.

When the members got over their amusement at your impending doom, you took a moment between takes, as the 8 of you settled into position on and around an armchair, to check in that everyone was comfortable. You know you'd filled out an entire questionnaire about what you did and didn't consent to, but that didn't mean you knew that information about the group.

"So, I know I'm OK with this game, but are y'all good?" You question lightly. You're dead serious on the inside, but a little levity went a long way for these sorts of conversations.

It's Jungkook who raises his eyebrow at you. "Yeah, of course." He replies simply, tilting his head at you a bit, as if confused why you'd even ask.

You can't help the half smile that crawls over your face as you explain, "It may be a cultural thing, but I just wanted to make sure you were OK with me touching y'all like that." You pause here, still seeing confusion over most faces, RM and Jin being the only ones to be connecting dots, "Y'know, since we don't really know each other?"

A chorus of enlightenment echoes around the semi-circle of men surrounding you. V in particular seems a bit taken aback, almost like he'd forgotten that you weren't close. Which was silly, because you'd literally met them for the first time yesterday.

j-hope meets your eyes with a kind and encouraging gaze. "We're fine!" He assures you, leveling you with a concerned look of his own, "as long as you are?"

"I assure you, this is a dream come true on my end." You quip, drawing a laugh out of Jimin and a mischievous grin from Jungkook. J-hope just shakes his head at you fondly.

"Seriously though," You continue, "If I'm wandering too far or in directions I shouldn't, just grab my hands to stop me. I'd rather not make anyone uncomfortable." It, in fact, made YOU a lot more comfortable to put the power to stop things in their hands.

You had so much anxiety about respecting their boundaries and it was only day 2. It was tough going from one side of a screen to another.

RM nods agreeably where he's standing and adds, "Sure, and if you get uncomfortable or need a break, just let us know." You sound your agreement to the group's approving nods.

Soon enough Suga was helping you tie a handkerchief over your eyes while you nervously wrung a secondary eye mask between your hands. You'd been handed a cute frog one by a staff member and were quite pleased by its silliness.

You already felt quite vulnerable, blinded as you were. You could feel Suga's fingers deftly tying the handkerchief and resisted a shiver as he gently smooths it and makes you're none of your hair has been caught. You jump a bit when his hand lands on your shoulder.

You feel a split second hesitation before he draws away just to pat you twice in silent signal of the completion of his task and know that he'd noticed. He's kind enough not to mention it, though, and you hope he just puts it down to nerves.

You ARE nervous, of course, of the cameras, and the members, and everything about your situation, basically, but your jumpiness really stems from how unmoored you feel as you slide the face mask on. You're robbed of one of your most relied upon sense and soon to lose a second. You can't help going quiet and still as you listen to the staff and members take their places.

It seems Suga is MCing this episode as he leads the opening and prompts the members to explain what they're up to today. It brings a smile to your face to listen to them banter and you only wish that you could see their accompanying smiles right now.

You assume you've been revealed when Suga calls out to you, so you wave with both hands and try to look more excited than anxious. You're not sure it works.

#Run ARMY! AU #Baby Writes #w.i.p #w.i.p fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #Bangtan fic #bangtan x reader

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the-kr8tor · 7 months ago

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How dare you you're too powerful Katy >:( Hey but now everythings confusing?? I guess- basically we're just HEAVILY flirting with each other so.. Take what you will PART..3?? Daily Hobie HC! The group continued to adventure into the wilderness, with a few mishaps happening here and there.. Hobie accidentally burning his hand scaring Pavitr. The main one. As the sun set beyond the horizon, all of you having set up camp, Hobie couldn't help himself but to watch you transition surprisingly gracefully from a fox back to human, your eyes illuminated by the soft crackling fire. That was one thing he found that never changed. Your eyes. The way they always seem to shine so perfectly in any light. The way you met his gaze with full, honey-d warmth. Hobie found them absolutely gorgeous, often just admiring how pretty the patterns in your eyes are. Of course, you'd always maintain eye contact for his sake, tamping down how you felt giddiness bubbling up inside you. He excuses himself from the circle that you all were sitting in, grabbing his instrument with a smirk as he sat back down, holding it close to his body as he begun to strum a few strings. Hobie added much more warmth into the atmosphere with the gentle, almost absent-minded strumming, his eyes flicking towards you for a moment to see your expression. He smiled in response to yours, feeling his heart do flips as you chuckle from getting giddy once more. Eventually, you stand up, walking over towards him as you tease him with his own line. "May I have this dance?" Hobie began to laugh, his shoulders bouncing slightly as he did so, with the others cheering you both on. With a smooth wink back, he takes your hand, getting up to his feet as he accepts your offer. Encourage cheers rung out from the three others as Hobie took you in his arms, slowly beginning to sway you around the fire, before eventually progressing up to the more bold moves as you two danced. He smiles at you as you both flare outwards to the side, holding on by his wrist gently grasping yours, and vice versa. You and him both spun towards the middle into each other, a flurry of clothes eventually blurring together until he had you in his arms. Your own arms? Crossed over your chest, somehow. You look up with him, almost unintentionally murdering him with love as your eyes twinkled at him, reflecting off of the fire. His eyes sneakily glance at your lips with a smirk, before looking away and letting you go slowly, bowing dramatically to the 'audience'. You all went into your tents to sleep a few hours after the performance, having put out the fire and simply just rest now. Waking up early to a pleasant blanket of fog, Hobie wakes up earlier than the rest. He gets up and stretches, walking out and taking in how thick the fog looked with the mountains. However, he was startled back to reality at the feel of your fur next to his legs. Hobie immediately dropped down to your height, startling your sleepy fox self. He gently grabs the tip of one of your ears as a little greeting, quickly pulling his hand away as he yawned. You step over to him, flopping down next to his legs as Hobie sat down, looking up at him with those eyes that he swore made him believe in love-at-first-sight. You both converse for a while, not too aware of what you both were saying due to the sleepiness still plaguing him and your minds. However, next thing he knew, your little nose was pressed up to his cheek for a few moments, before you looked away from him, looking a little flustered as you scrunched up your muzzle. "Was that a kiss?" "Only if you wanted it to be." He chuckles lightheartedly at your timid reply, wrapping his arms around your soft, fluffy body and bringing you into his lap, relishing the warmth as he murmurs a simple yes. -🐦‍⬛

Ooooohhh things are happening *wink wink nudge nudge* 😉

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

OH THINGS ARE BREWING BETWEEN THESE TWO TOO!!! AHHHHHHH JUST SMOOCH!

The chemistry between them is so good!

I bet all that cheering from the gang will slowly turn into groans whilst their relationship progresses and ofc the pda too 😂

This is so dnd core 🥰

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #🫶🫶🫶#🐦‍⬛ anon

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harryforvogue · 11 months ago

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Part Two | Chapter Fifteen: La Fille et Ses Hommes

Newport, Rhode Island

July 1919

I stand outside listening to the low hum of the thunder in the distance, the dark clouds closing in on the hotel like we're being cornered. It's the truth that we are trapped, nowhere to go, but I've never been so scared of a storm that I felt they needed to run from it. The previous storm had been strong, back in Bellefonte, but it had just been raining. No looming thunder and strikes of hot flashing light. It had been sunny one minute and gloomy the next, my boots carrying me far from the estate and close to the eye of the storm.

I will not be caught in the storm this time, but I'll stand here to enjoy it from my balcony. The street is empty without the sound of pattering feet against the asphalt. There isn't anyone around for miles, I suspect, or however big this storm stretches out to.

The air is already humid, smelling vaguely like saltwater.

I take a deep breath and then release it slowly once I'm confident my lungs have reached their capacity.

A door opens and closes behind me. Harry stands to my left suddenly, tucking his hands in his pocket. He shivers.

"It's about to rain," he says just as thunder booms in the distance, louder than before. I watch his muscles tense and then release. "Come back inside or you'll catch a cold."

He's not as fond of storms as I am. I think the loud sounds startle him.

"I won't," I assure him. And then I sneeze.

Harry smiles, leaning against the balcony. "Right."

"Doesn't prove anything."

"You are incredibly stubborn."

"Guess that's why we work so well."

His eyes look darker against the background of the heavy, grey clouds. "We do work quite well, don't we?" His body visibly relaxes when I nod. His eyes soften and he gives me a half smile, looking out at the horizon.

The rain begins to fall seconds later as if signaling the end of the conversation, but he doesn't make a move to leave and I don't either. The rain hits my skin, refreshing but icy. The humidity of the air makes up for the temperature of the rain, but I still shiver, looking up at the dark clouds looming over us.

I wonder how Harry and I must look from the angle, high in the clouds. We must be tiny particles to the birds who fly by. Or perhaps we're so tiny, we can't even be seen. Thinking about our physical impact on Earth is very staggering and humbling, but I don't like thinking about it for too long. Considering how small we are, our impact is very insignificant and I don't like us to be thought of as insignificant because when I look at Harry, I don't feel as if we are. Although on Earth, I am minuscule, on Harry's Earth, I am powerful and I am present.

Glancing at him, I see his eyes already on me, questioning, eyebrows raised. His shirt is untucked from his trousers, sleeves rolled up to this elbow to display his strong forearms and watch that lays on his wrist. That watch was a gift from me on his birthday. We didn't do anything except have dinner with our neighbor. When we got home, I happily presented the gift to him.

He said he'd lost his in France and I thought it would be something of a full circle if a French woman gave him a new watch, but he'd never worn it until now. The sight of it, drenched in rain, makes me smile. He tucks his hands into his pockets and finally pushes himself off the barrier of the balcony and tilts his head towards the hotel.

"Let's have dinner. If you stay out here any longer, you'll definitely have a cold. If you haven't already caught one."

I don't want to go inside. I want to stand here and study him for longer, circle around him and see the new man emerging from this vacation. So far, I have seen many versions of Harry during my time with him, but this version is my favorite. A ghost of a smile returns to his face and he begins walking back inside, keeping the door open.

"Come on, Annaliese," he says, turning back around. "I don't want you to get sick."

***

We decide on heading downstairs to the hotel dining area for dinner instead of ordering room service. The area is relatively empty and I designate our seating by the window so I can look out at the storm. The sky is dark by the time we get downstairs though it's only 7. Harry isn't too happy by my decision to sit here, but he tolerates it by looking away whenever there's a bright flash of lighting.

I've been missing Aunt Geraldine's cooking too much recently, and I assume the same for Harry. I've yet to hear Harry complain about the hotel food, but it's the farthest thing from a home cooked meal.

I sit across from Harry and sip my water, watching his eyes dart to mine when there's a flash of lightning.

"Do you think," he says slowly after he finishes chewing, narrowly avoiding looking out the window, "I'll pass the school's examination this time? I've been thinking about it. I think I'm ready, but then again, I've thought that in the past."

I swallow my drink. "It's entirely up to the administration. You know if it were me, I would have passed you months ago."

"Really?"

"Yes," I reply. "As far as the administration is concerned, they want you to be fit working with children and I don't see anything that would make me think you wouldn't be good with working with them."

He considers this idea for a moment, taking a bite of his food. I can tell he doesn't like it from the way his face pinches for a moment. "Don't you think I'm a different person?"

"I do, but it's not as if you went from being a bad person to a good person. You have always been good. The administration doesn't know what they're doing, in my opinion."

"You think I've been a good person my whole life?"

"Absolutely."

His eyebrows raise again but out of surprise this time. "Wow," he says, wiping his mouth on his napkin. "You know, most people wouldn't say that."

I glance at him, ready to argue, but when I catch a glimpse of that small smile on his mouth, I stop my words quickly. "Good thing I'm not most people then."

"And do you think you've changed?"

"You tell me," I shoot back, unable to keep my eyes off his mouth. I want to kiss it. I haven't kissed it in so long.

Harry's eyes narrow as if he's assessing me, lips pressed into a tight line.

"Don't think you've changed. Maybe it's just the accent."

I scoff and reach for my fork. "Must be a relief for you."

Harry's eyes instantly darken. "Annaliese. You know what I meant."

"I'm only kidding," I assure him, reaching over to pat his hand. I send him a wink.

"I shouldn't have just said it like that. It was too abrupt. I needed to... I don't know. I said exactly what I was thinking but it was harsh."

My heart jumps when he grabs my hand and squeezes it before releasing it. My hand throbs even when it's back at my side. "Do you forgive me?" he asks, not flinching when thunder booms in the darkness.

I realize what Aunt Geraldine had been talking about when she said she saw panic in his eyes when I wasn't around. For some reason, my mind has made it seem like she had said it to reassure me more than him, but for the first time, I see complete trust and dependence in his eyes, unwavering support.

"What happened to never asking for forgiveness?"

"Well," he says, "that's true. But I think this mistake requires me to be forgiven."

"I don't think it does."

"You are very merciful, Mademoiselle. Merci."

"Vous parlez Français?"

"Just enough to impress you."

I fold my hands on the table. "Where did all those years of learning French in school go?"

"I honestly learned more French in France than I did when I was a child. Besides, I could never get the accent right. One of the books I brought back from France is in French, but I think it might be erotica."

I laugh, clasping a hand over my mouth as Harry's face grows red. "What makes you think that?"

His face is redder now. "Some of the things the characters say in the book are what you have said before." He runs a hand over his face. "In bed."

I laugh harder even though my face feels hot too. "Oh, God. You have to show me this book. I'm not sure how I never realized, considering the title of the book."

"Yes," Harry admits. "La Fille et ses Hommes is quite a title."

"I must read this book now!"

"Read it aloud like a bedtime story."

"Have some shame."

Harry's eyes twinkle and the side of his face illuminates from the lightning. "Why? We're married."

The mischief on his face suddenly reminds me of the Harry I knew. It excites me, making me sit up straighter and grin at him. "Yes," I say. "We are." Then, I raise my hand to flag down our waiter. "We're finished."

***

"Can I ask you to sleep next to me again tonight?" I ask him when we're back in the room. He's just come out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel against his wet curls. He glances at me and puts the towel down, his eyes moving to the bed.

"You really like this whole forced proximity business, don't you?" he says lightly, draping the towel over the back of a chair to dry. He sticks his hands inside of his pajama pockets, sighing. "The bed is really small, Annaliese."

"Yes, but I don't take up much room, you know."

He raises his eyebrows. "You make it seem like you're so small."

I smile at him, sitting on the bed. "I'll fit. I did it yesterday. You can stretch out as much as you want and I'll make myself fit."

"You're going to be on the floor, Annaliese."

"No, I'll fit," I insist, though I could see myself tumbling to the floor in the middle of the night. "This is what I want. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Yes. I can handle it. But for once, I'm not making excuses. That bed is ridiculously small. We fit last time, but it was very uncomfortable."

I flip the comforter over and pat the space beside me. "It was fine for me. Come here. Let's read the book."

"You're being unfair. You know listening to you read makes me tired. You're scheming."

"I'm a lady. I don't scheme."

"I don't think you should be allowed to call yourself a lady." Against the tone of his voice, he sits besides me, his hip touching mine. I'm all the way at the end of the bed, and we're still touching. He raises a brow to prove his point.

"If it makes you comfortable," I say, "you can make your bed on the floor, but I want you to at least try to sleep on the bed. If you decide you don't like it, you can go back to the floor. Is that okay?"

I should have proposed this a long time ago, especially because I've known for weeks that Harry requires a safety net for all his actions. He needs a fall back plan when this doesn't go according to him, or mine, and while Aunt Geraldine has expressed to me that I am his net, I can tell from the look on his face that he's regretting that decision to make me what he falls onto. He looks betrayed, a frown on his face, the white of his scar barely visible when he makes his eyebrows push together like that. The only thing that comforts me during this tense conversation is that he hasn't immediately refused my offer. In previous months and weeks, he'd be shaking his head before I'd even finished my sentence, or worse: refused to answer at all, but he's sitting in front of me now, not refusing or moving away. He's thinking about it, mulling it over in his head, no doubt weighing the pros and cons of the heavy decision he'll make.

As he thinks, I take my time examining his face, tired, cheeks red and slightly more full than they had been when he first returned, standing outside my door with a bag slung over his shoulder and a cloth covering nearly his full eye. I recall how he'd thrown the bag down besides him and stood there as I hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear how much I'd missed him and how sorry I was to have been so stupid, letting him leave me. It took him a while to pry me off, but when he did, he'd bent down, picked up his bag, and went to his room without another word.

I realize now how much he'd held himself back when I'd carelessly touch him in the first few days when he returned. My hand brushing his hair back, gently moving him to the side to get through, tucking the blanket over his body. It must have been torture from him.

Now, I don't think he'll be moving away from me. If he does, however, I know it'll be a delayed, second reaction. Because as I look at Harry now, I don't see that angry man, ready to burst at me for the most miniscule actions I'd do without thinking about his comfort.

I raise my hand and gently lay it over his face, covering his scar and eye. He doesn't move away, simply raising his other eyebrow with concern.

Finally, he says, "Yes."

A cool wave flashes over my body. "Really?"

His jaw is firm. Slowly, he places a hand on top of mine and removes it, holding it just a few inches from his face. Then, he brings it lower until it rests on his chest, directly on his heart. "Yes," he repeats quietly. "But Annaliese. What if I have a nightmare? It'll frighten you."

"Harry," I breathe, shaking my head. "You don't scare me. I will help you. I will always help you."

"And will you be mad at me if I decide to go back to my own bed in the middle of the night?"

I smile, shaking my head. "Of course not."

"Well, then," Harry says, taking a deep breath and shakily releasing it. "You better move over."

It's a little more awkward than I'd thought it would be. We slept in the same bed just two nights ago, but I had been too tired to fully register his ghost of a body besides mine after the conversation we had. Now, I'm more aware of him, and the bed does seem smaller.

Last night, Harry just laid on his back and my back was to him, but now we're both lying on our side, facing each other.

Harry's the first one to talk. "This is a little weird."

"I know," I whisper. "It's like we're teenagers."

He laughs quietly. "You're right. I feel like one."

"Me too."

"Should we just go for it? And see how it feels?"

I tilt my head back. "Go for what?"

His face immediately grows red. "Oh. We're not talking about the same thing, are we?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Er, sleeping," he lies.

"I am too."

I stifle a laugh because he looks like he's going to burst from embarrassment. Instead, I turn around and close my eyes, ready to fall asleep. It's tense for a moment.

But then I hear Harry shift behind me. And a heavy arm wraps itself around my waist. With a quick tug, Harry pulls me back into his chest and nestles his face into my hair. I freeze for a moment and my eyes shoot open. Nothing happens. No shoe drops.

My head pushes back against him with delight. His hand rests on my side, below my breast and I pick it up, lacing my fingers with his.

"Harry," I whisper, squeezing his hand.

"Go to sleep," he answers, his chest rumbling against my back. "Please just do that for me."

"How am I supposed to sleep now?" I press myself closer to him.

His hand flies out and stops my hips from moving back further.

"Easy, Annaliese," he murmurs.

"Sorry. I'm too excited. I feel like a teenager even more."

Harry moves his hips slightly back and then gives his hand back to me. "Close your eyes and keep them closed until you're asleep."

My heart's pounding out of my chest. I close my eyes and smile, tucking our joined hands under my cheek, using them as a pillow. It takes me a long time to fall asleep, but the familiar feeling of his heavy body behind mine, leaning slightly into me, and his warm breath on my neck makes things a whole lot easier.

***

A loud noise wakes me. It sounds like something is falling from the sky, one of those dramatic sounds that comedians make or during children's cartoons. It is a high pitched whistle, slowly getting louder and louder when the object begins to come closer. Right before my eardrums pop, the noise stops for half a second and then a loud boom is heard.

Becoming accustomed to the traditions of the American people took some time, however, I was here during the previous Independence Day and the celebrations in Newport are not any different than the ones in New York City. The thin curtains of the hotel room do little to shield the light from outside. Red and white illuminate the sky, blue following quickly after.

I go to sit up, but something keeps me down. Suddenly aware of Harry's body behind mine, I twist to look at him, but his hands are desperately grabbing my shirt from the front.

"It's okay," he whispers shakily. "They're just fireworks."

He's trembling. My heart jumps, anxiety spreading through me like fire. How long has he been this way? His knuckles are white from how tight he holds my night shirt, his teeth chattering.

"Are you alright?" I ask urgently, trying to look at him. "Hey, let me look at you."

Harry swallows. "They're just fireworks. They do them every year. They're pretty. It's okay. It's okay. Nothing to be scared of."

I realize suddenly that he's reassuring himself. I pry his fingers off and turn around to look at him. His face is scrunched up with fear. He lunges forward and immediately puts his face against my neck, taking deep breaths.

"It's okay," he repeats softly. "It's okay."

His hand trembles as he begins to smooth my hair. He's comforting both of us.

"Harry, I'm not scared. You're sweating."

"God, why is it so loud?" he groans.

"I think they're doing them by the shore. We're too close."

Another high pitched whistle is heard and Harry's body flinches when the boom comes. "Those are the worst ones. If it's any louder, it'll hit us, Annaliese." He quickly raises his head. "Should we run?"

"Run, mon cœur? To where?"

"Someplace we can hide under."

"Harry, they're not shells."

"That's what I thought too, but then I got hurt," he says, putting his head back against my neck.

To my horror, Harry begins to softly cry, his hot tears dripping down my neck and into the neck of my shirt. I shudder at the moisture dripping onto my chest, cradling his head into me as if I'm holding a child. Our position reminds me of two nights ago. This cursed place has made my man cry with terror twice.

"Hurt? Harry you're not hurt. Look at you. Come here, baby."

He just nods and holds me tightly. "Annaliese, if you get hurt.... If you get hurt, I'll never forgive myself." He flinches at another sound. "I can't protect you. I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid, I don't know what I'm doing."

My heart hurts terribly and I shake my head, holding him fiercely. "Nobody is getting hurt. They're just fireworks. You said them yourself. I can't believe we forgot about Independence Day."

"But they're so loud! I hate this fucking place."

"We had fireworks in England too, remember? Remember how much you loved them? I'm not too fond of them but you always made me go see that, remember?"

He stops shaking for a moment, sniffling. "Yes."

Harry loved a lot of things he stays away from now because of the memories they trigger. His rare touch has always affected me, but thinking about it now, the way the things that used to make him happy now scare him makes matters worse when thinking about how he's changed. How a young, excited man went into the war, returning as a grey version of himself, suppressed and frightened. I've already learned how little he talks now, as opposed to how he'd never be able to stay quiet years ago. And how he would express his love by spending time with people, but now he can barely be social. And now, he can't stand the fireworks, the celebratory tradition that he used to love to go see at every holiday. It's all gone now.

Harry laughed years ago. I feel as if he's getting there again, but the progress to recovery has been so slow. I wonder how long it will take us to get there.

"You're not scared?" he asks softly, raising his head a bit.

"I'm scared that you're scared, my love," I answer, wiping his sweat from his hairline. "They'll stop soon, okay?"

"When?"

"Soon," I promise, kissing his forehead. "I've got you. Always, right?"

Three loud booms one after the other. Harry flinches only after the first one. His lips twitch sadly. He lays his head on his own pillow and sniffles again, holding my hand over his chest. His heart beat is frighteningly erratic.

"How long have you been awake?" I ask him quietly.

"I didn't sleep."

"What? Why didn't you wake me?"

He looks sheepish. "Well. You were snoring."

"That's what kept you awake?!"

"Yes. You were really tired. That's fine. The fireworks started twenty minutes before you finally woke up and they weren't too bad. Just the sparkly ones that don't make much noise. Sounded like paper ripping so I wasn't scared. But the ones that sounded like shells... They scared me. I think they scared you too because you woke up right after the second one."

"I really was sleeping like the dead."

"Yes. Were you dreaming?"

"Not exactly. I was just sleeping really well. The fireworks are ridiculously loud."

"They are."

I softly cup his face. "I'm sorry I kept you awake. Though I don't really believe that I was snoring."

Harry's eyes soften just the slightest. He takes my hand and kisses the palm. "It's okay. I liked watching you sleep."

The fireworks slow down. Protectively, I watch Harry's eyes close and his body slowly relax into the mattress. He looks like a picture.

"Annaliese?" he asks a while later.

"Yes."

He swallows. "Do you love me?"

He doesn't open his eyes to see my reaction and I'm glad because I know betrayal is scrawled all over my face. "Of course I love you. Do you think I don't?"

Harry bites the inside of his cheek. "I think I just wanted to be reminded. Especially after an episode like...this."

I can't help it. I lean down and hold his face as I kiss him firmly. Two, three kisses. "I love you," I say slowly, so he understands. "Got it?"

His eyelashes flutter when he opens his eyes for a split second. "Got it," he whispers, like a child.

When the last firework goes off, he's asleep and doesn't flinch. I place a kiss on his forehead and then tuck myself under his chin. I think we have a long way to go still. I've been so focused on our relationship, what do I do about Harry when he's like this?

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skeletood · 2 years ago

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Another week another stupid boys posting :]

New episode thoughts as always under the read more,

YAYYY THE EPISODES EVERYBODYS BEEN WAITING FOR im so excited they were great

Tobacco Farmers:

- Poor Van D, im surprised he even tries anymore he should know better at this point also for some reason Butthead referring to him as “That Hippy” made me laugh way too hard

- GOD HOLY FUCK. BEAVIS LIKE DEBATING LORD-ING OVER A STUPID LYRIC GOT TO ME WAY MORE THAN IT SHOULDVE “Let’s just say, hypothetically for the sake of argument, there was a pool on the edge of a cliff JUST HUMOR ME ON THIS-” shut up who showed this kid Ben Shapiro. speaking of that theyd think hes such a dork but thats a whole other tangent

- “I swear to god bitch if you dont shut your damn trap”

we’ve been so blessed with so many GREAT Butthead faces lately he’s been such a bitch too. im all over it

- SIR. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. SPIT THOSE OUT RIGHT NOW

actual toddler behavior

- See? They’re good boys they're helping :]

REALLY GOOD EPISODE!!!! Honestly the video segment had me laughin harder than the episode itself but still fun and entertaining.

And now with the Big Bad of the releases

Married:

- Okay!! I guess no new apartment for the boys...... saaaadge :[ I was kinda hoping SOMEWHAT that Pardon Our Dust would have consequences? But I’m fine with the usual no continuation between eps

- I ALSO LIKE SEEING THE OLD FARTS INTERACTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE MORE THIS SEASON its really interesting i love that theyre just the stupid old neighbors like we all knew theyd be

- HOW ARE YOU SO SMALLLLLLLLL

- SHOCKED to see that they have a car? boys where’d you get that

- Getting married due to laziness 1. expected 2. yea id do the same

- GOD FUCK NOT THE SILLY VOICES SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP. I CANT STAND YOU!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEZE SHUT UP BUTTHEAD SHUT THE FUCK UP NOT THE GAY VOICE them going back and forth on bits GODDDD

- YAY apartment lore!!!

- SHUT UP I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU

- “Good for you!” thats right, good for them these bitches gay!

- IM SO GLAD THEY WROTE IN A STUPID COUPLE ARGUMENT theyre such a couple through and through they dont even have to like get all romancey to solidify it more theyre just Like that. its everything i want

- :]

- AND THE SUNSET LETS GO FUUUUCK YEAH

“We’re good just the way we are” Damn fuckin right you are. Nothing has to change its not like they were ever gunna separate anyways????? Like. this just makes so much sense to me :]

Okay this episode was EVERYTHING I hoped it would be. Stupid miscommunications, the fake couple argument, deciding they don’t feel like getting divorced AND going off into the sunset. Literally checked off EVERYTHING i had in my list of hopes for this ep (all it was missing was the cheesy romance disney ass music at the end). I wouldn’t have wanted it to turn out any other way and it cracks me tf up they still dont realize theyre married to EACH OTHER. Now, will this continue into other episodes like how we saw the ending of Pardon Our Dust didn’t seem to stay canon? Idk! I doubt its ever going to be brought up again. But in my heart and mind Beavis and Butthead are now legally married, love wins or something :] somebody go update the wiki

So happy to see this episode finally come full circle :]

OH YEAH AND WE'RE ON A GREAT STREAK OF NO PISS DRINKING.

OVERALL STILL NO MISSES, every episode has managed to make me laugh the video segments literally had me almost falling over this time. such a great day to be a beavis and butthead fan :]

#bnb spoiler tag #skeletalk #being married must suck huh buthead #ehehehe #goodnight guys

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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That brings us to our elevator? I guess? Did Vivia run up and jump in the elevator before it closed or something?

Oh, you didn't know I was there. But I was present. While you were. Doing things.

That's not creepy at all!

Boy, I hope she's a ghost because otherwise that's an awkward thing to say to another human being.

He's circling the topic. This almost feels like a ghostly game of cat and mouse. Like. She's dead, but she may or may not be what's causing the suicides. Lot of people died here. No guarantee she was Jumper #1.

But if she is the source, then the fact that we're trapped in an elevator with her could be... part of the snare, so to speak. If she's the killer, this may be part of her method. Isolating the victim in the elevator, which will likely bring us up to the top floor once she's done... whatever she does to get them to jump. Manipulation. Possession. Who knows?

We are alone with the entity inside of its domain, and the entity has an M.O. If she's the killer, then she's likely walking us through it as we speak. She may even have a prepared script, which Vivia's Vivia-ness is throwing off.

And why would that be, do you think? Tell me your perspective.

That's. A weird thing. For people to complain about. In Kanai Ward.

Yeah, that's solid confirmation, I think. She doesn't know about the Forever Rain. That'd be a hard thing to miss.

The first jumper was five years ago. We had two years of jumping before Blank Week. If she's the first, she's our killer. And between her lack of knowledge about the rain and, y'know, the fact that she's even capable of dying in the first place? She's definitely not recent.

Going straight for the throat. Vivia's done playing around with what, by this point, is unambiguously a Class IV full-bodied apparition.

She's backed into a corner now. Sorry, spooker. We aren't trapped in this elevator with you. You're trapped in this elevator with Vivia. >:D

I'm not quite convinced she's the killer, though. Again, just because she's the ghost of a jumper, doesn't mean she's the one causing them to jump. This is a psychokinetic hot-spot. There could be more than one apparition around here.

He said it! He said the thing again!

That's okay, Vivia. I'm interested in her too. She's the second full-blown supernatural entity we've seen in this world and I'd love to know the details behind it.

Oh! Okay! We are supposed to ship it. I thought I was being funny about his wording, but apparently not.

Dropping the pretense. I think she's realized there's no point in disguising her true nature any longer. Vivia sees right through her, pun intended.

Okay, so it is her. But. Why, though? She was saying that all lives have value and she can't bear to see--

Oh, were they abusers? Is she a vengeance spirit, targeting people who inflict the kind of harm she would see come through her hospital as a nurse?

Vivia doesn't seem to be considering the ghost angle, which is making me doubt myself.

Though if she's a serial killer, that fits her personality even less than a vengeful ghost.

Yeah, but your M.O. is shoving people off of the roof. An enclosed space is the most harmless possible circumstance for you to find yourself in. I suppose you might have a knife on you but I've seen Vivia fight cops so that's not much of a concern.

Okay, so that's her motive. She "mercy kills" people in crisis, like a reverse suicide hotline that swiftly takes action without a struggling person's consent. That's awful and I now hate her.

Vivia, punch her in the face. If she's a ghost, we'll find that out real fast. If she's not, she gets decked for being a murderer. It's win/win.

See, shit like that is what makes me think she's a ghost. I still feel like this place is a psychokinetic hot-spot. Sometimes spooker domains have a magnetic quality that attracts people of a given mindset.

I'm not convinced that she pushes them. Physically. I think the building is a psychic magnet for people in emotional crisis, and that the Ryo apparition talks to them and convinces them that it would be better to die. Then the elevator takes them to the roof and they jump of their own accord.

We're still in her snare.

And even though we've called her out, she's still sharpening the knife.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #vivia twilight

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naffeclipse · 2 years ago

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REVEAL! REVEAL! REVEAL!

I can't believe it's here! It was so well put together too!! AAAAAA!!!!

The book the BOOK!! I'm so happy the book came back!! And oh man it makes so much sense now why they ripped out that page.. wow..

In Markiplier voice "THE LORE!! THE LOOOORE!!!"

Henry Emily clearly loves cryptids or at least has a strong passion for them and I love it! his love for them is matched with Y/N's, it'd be so interesting to have them meet each other, especially now after Y/N has befriended the elusive and dangerous eclipse demon >:3

The boys have a name!! Many names!! And they sound so cool!!! This one, kuroi taiyō (black sun?) is my favorite! I kinda wanna come up with more names that people all over the world could have used for them. 👀

“No,” you say quietly, urgently, “You’re not… You can’t be.” I love to finally hear these words come out of Y/N's mouth! You're doing it sweetie! You're doing it!! XD

The detector was right from the very first encounter. Rest it's soul. :'(

MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT MONSTER FIGHT!!! As always, the fights and action packed scenes did not disappoint, and the gore was as delicious as always~ Thank you for not shying away from describing the bloody and brutal bits, this story wouldn't be the same without it.

Lizard lady is dead! Heck yeah what a way to go!! I really like that she managed to so easily rip off one of Eclipse's arms, even as she was weakened. They were equally matched, however only one of them had something to fight for and protect.

"This will pass,” the demonic voices promise, “Your heart will slow. Your breath will calm. You will be okay. We have always stayed with you during nightmares.”

I DIED READING THIS. If I hadn't been on a train at the time I would have taken a break to empty my tear ducts fully. This is such a wonderful way to make it go full circle, so so so wonderful. They take care of you during your nightmares, even the real ones :'0

“It’s passing,” they growl softly. “You are here. You are safe. Breathe slowly, sunflower.”

“Oh, heart, you’re coming back,” the layered voice whispers in a low, husky sigh of relief.

THEY'RE SO RELIEVED AND SO GENTLE AND SO CUTE AAAAAA I'M GONNA CRY!!!

The KISS THE KISS!!! AAAAAAA!!!! They made a tiny noise to make it clear that it's a kiss!! Of course it's right on the old scar too! The tongue oh my god!! They're really bold to bring that slithery thing out so early for a quick taste!! XD

“We need to consume a heart—not yours.” I couldn't help but laugh at this slip sjdhdikd

“It’s taking much of our concentration to not collapse this very second." THEY MUST BE IN SO MUCH PAIN! STILL THEY'RE NOT SHOWING ANY SIGNS OF IT! THEIR CONCERN FOR Y/N IS TOO GREAT FOR THEM TO CARE! AAAAAAAAA!!! :'0

Another arm lifts, crimson digits gingerly clasping your shoulder. Your pulse quickens under their touch. You drop their hand. A low rumble vibrates their chest in soothing rhythms, like a purr. You wonder if it is, or the equivalent and this is their method of soothing you.

Ok! Two things here! I can imagine it'll take a while for the boys to differentiate between the quickening heart rate that comes with fear and pleasure. In the valentine episode they were still concerned when Y/N's pulse quickened from the pleasure they felt when being held. So I'm guessing the slow fade from fear to love will be hard for them to get through. Oh sweet sweet boys..

Ok and the other thing! THEY PURR!!! THEY PURRRRR!!!! :'D

“Why are you screaming?” DKCBHCHSKJSKFNDHFJS SORRY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY XD

What kind of food are they planning to "hunt" for Y/N??? 👀

Oh the way the boys reach out one animatronic arm and a demonic one when helping Y/N up has me melting! :'3

Naff. NAFF. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!! Following this story has been one of the most fun things I've ever done. I can't believe we're so close to the end.

Incredible chapter as always! Now please take care and practice all the self-care! Love you!❤️💖❤️💕❤️💖❤️❤️ *Kisses you on your forehead*

THE REVEAL AHH! I was so excited to write it and finally get it out there, it's been a long time coming!!! ♥

@lavenoon made this lovely comic that I think sums up such an interaction between Henry and Y/N. The two are birds of a feather and would nerd out so much over cryptids!

Yes!!! Black Sun! Please do come up with more names for the boys if you'd like, I'd love to hear them ♥ The boys haven't even told Y/N their personal name yet.

Awww, Meep ;-; That means so much to me, you have no idea ♥ I'm so happy you enjoyed it, and I especially love that you connect it back to the Valentine's Day episode because yes!!! They've never had the opportunity to understand the difference between excitement/pleasure in a human's pulse so all of it right now is just a pounding echo of fear to Eclipse. Which, for Y/N, is not unusual in this specific circumstance, but that will take a while for Eclipse to discover and learn.

Thank you so much, Meep! I will, and you make sure to do the same ♥ *smooch ya on the forehead*

#themeeplord #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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jurassicsickfics · 1 year ago

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5, F, and 😣

I can’t decide on the sickie/caretaker soooo author’s choice! (I love your writing btw :D)

I’m thinking maybe Sickie ate something that upset their stomach before having to go to a college lecture. They don’t think much of it; some gurgles here and there, but nothing too noticeable… until they have to start muffling nauseous burps, which draws the attention of Caretaker and a few other students. Comfort ensues🥰

Sure! Hope you enjoy!

Quick disclaimer that I know a few of these characters died before college but we're just gonna pretend they didn't for this fic. Lol.

Lynda knew good and well that she shouldn't have eaten those eggs for breakfast this morning. Without fail, eggs always made her sick to her stomach, and yet, because she was in a rush and they were the first thing she could grab out of the fridge, she ate them anyway. She had barely even arrived at campus before her belly was feeling bloated and bubbly. She didn't think much of it, in fact, being the preppy cheerleader that she was, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep from burping or farting during class. Little did she know, she'd soon be longing for the days of simple embarrassing gas.

As Lynda made her way to her usual spot in class, her boyfriend, Bob, caught her attention.

"Mornin' babe." She cood, giving Bob a kiss on the cheek. He smirked and said, "There's my darling baby." The two giggled in that silly was that young lovers do as they sat in side-by-side desks. The two talked, waiting for their professor to make an appearance, (she was always late), and, suddenly, Lynda's stomach contributed a loud gurgle to the conversation. Bob stopped mid sentence. "Was that your stomach??" He asked. Lynda's cheeks lit up in an embarrassed blush. "Y-yeah, it was..." she answered sheepishly.

Bob gave the blond a concerned look. "You feel ok? Your stomach isn't usually that vocal."

Lynda shrugged. "Yeah. I'm ok. I just...ate eggs this morning, that's all."

Bob sighed deeply. "Lyn, you know eggs make you sick. Why'd you do that?"

Lynda gave an embarrassed shrug. "I dunno...I'm an idiot I guess. But...it'll be fine, I'm sure..."

Laurie and Annie had come sprinting in seconds before they would've been considered late. They sat in the desks near Lynda and Bob, and the 4 young adults greeted each other quietly as the lecture began.

They were only 25 minutes into the excruciatingly boring lecture when Bob began to notice Lynda squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She rubbed her belly when she thought no one was looking, and occasionally burping as quietly as possible into her fist. Laurie, who was sitting next to her on the other side, mouthed, "you ok?", as she noticed too.

Lynda lied with a nod of her head, and tried to take a deep breath. She could barely even get the air in, though, because her belly felt so ridiculously full. She'd never felt so bloated in her life.

Within another few minutes, she was ready to throw in the towel on touching it out. She was so nauseous she thought for sure she was going to throw up. She didn't even mind the thought, actually. In fact, a good puke sounded like it'd make her feel better right about now. Now to work up the courage to tell Bob she wasn't feeling well.

She nudged his leg with her foot, and the curly haired boy turned to her. He gave her a look that said, "What is it?" Lynda scooted closer and whispered in his ear, "My stomach hurts...I need a belly rub...please..."

Bob, being the sweet and caring guy he was, was quick to oblige. He scooted as close to Lynda as he could, now more thankful than ever that the classroom's desks were so close together, and began to massage circles into her stomach. The cheerleader gave a soft, pained moan and buried her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, burping into his shirt.

This was a red flag for Bob; Lynda never allowed herself to burp out loud like that, unless she felt terrible.

As Lynda cuddled up to Bob, she suddenly felt Laurie's hand patting her back. "I told you not to eat eggs anymore..." Laurie murmured. Lynda's eyes widened and she turned around to look at Laurie. "How...how'd you know?" Laurie shrugged with a sympathetic smile. "Well, eggs are about the only thing that makes you sick like this, so..." she replied in a whisper. Lynda nodded in agreement; Laurie certainly had a point.

It was then that Annie noticed the commotion. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Lyn's got an upset stomach. " Came Bob's hushed reply. Annie gave a sympathetic click of her tongue and began to run her fingers through Lynda's silky, blonde hair.

Between burping and breathing through cramps, a thought occurred to Lynda.

"Well...obviously feeling sick in class isn't ideal...but being pampered by my awesome friends and boyfriend certainly does help..."

#sicknario #sickfic #upset stomach #stomach ache #belly ache #annie brackett #lynda van der klok #bob simms #laurie strode #halloween 1978

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dirtyoldmanhole · 1 year ago

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ch23 opens with one of the funniest moments in a video game ever despite the morbid conversation.

ryoma opens with something he's been pondering over.

extremely reasonable, and he's already pretty sharp for a FE protagonist for noticing this, and not glossing it over like corrin just did. (when ryoma x alphonse 'we notice shit no other FE lead does?' forging bonds in FEH?)

(worth noting that leo and takumi have probably been thinking about this too, but left the floor to ryoma to broach it with corrin, considering his closeness with scarlet.)

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Corrin: That can't be! Ryoma: Think about it. We were the only ones who jumped off that bridge. Gunter: And you said yourself that you and Scarlet were attacked as you were falling, milady. Corrin: Ah, I see now what you mean... Ryoma: For you to be ambushed as you fell... The killer must have jumped with our group. You've wanted us all to trust each other, so I didn't want to say anything... At least, not until I was certain. Corrin: I appreciate that, Ryoma. Ryoma: However, it's possible that we'll encounter even stronger resistance from here on in. We may even reach Anankos soon.

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i can't. I cAN'T

you know the funniest thing about gunter

the man has the dryest, sickest sense of humor i have ever seen. HE SAYS THAT WHEN HE NOT ONLY KNOWS buT IS PLANNING ON BETRAYING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU FUCKER

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honestly this screenshot's pretty priceless too

YOU

ARE

STARING AT HIM,

GIRL

GOD! GOD!!!!!! I CAN'T!

the man frikkin full on trolls the absolute shit out of every royal in that little scene. and he doesn't just go 'gee i wonder :D' all nodding thoughtfully along. NO THIS FUCKER HAS FUN WITH IT. 'it would be tragiiiiiiic' MY ASS

[tearfully muffled between my hands] god i am in so deep in this brain rot

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ANYWAY

ch23 ends and

hoooooooly shit

there's crazy symbolisim with these camera angles i completely missed the first time around. the scene is arete's real death, right (azura's mother, since possessed by anankos. we're gonna see a lot of possessions coming up.)

guess who was blatantly right behind arete's sprite in the opening, in a total blink-and-you-missed-it-moment .5 seconds right before she popped up?

... wha-ba-ba-bam!

now, could me frantically pointing at the shot symbolism here be coincidence/me reaching?

I'd probably agree if this shot was in a vacuum, but given the parallel of azura>possesed mom, and corrin>possessed(psuedo)dad, and the chronological order that this + the possessions are going in, plus some more angles below, I genuinely think this is intentional. "layers" of possession, if you will, and anankos steadily working his way closer to corrin's inner circle.

ryoma calls out- "it might be a trap!"

(WHICH IS ANOTHER ECHO.... OF GUESS WHICH UPCOMING SCENE.....)

(second screenshot's of CORRIN DOING THE EXACT SAME THING WITH HIS POSSESSION YEAH.....)

holyshitholyshitholyshit

and then if the action / script echos wasn't foreshadowing enough you get THIS freaking angle right after arete's death with gunter unsubtly, and "weirdly" enough (to most players) very much front-frame focused all the sudden.

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#yall i had to watch like 5 seconds of the gunter possession scene to fish out the one screenshot and ...........................#that legitmately hurt man #that honest to god legitmately hurt this playthrough's gonna destroy me man #i am 100% gonna sob fat ass tears at that scene dear lord i am not ready #krad loveblogs revelations: electric boogaloo

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greysith · 1 year ago

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[003]

So we land on Raxus Prime. And we're immediately accosted by Raxus Jawas. G tries "his brand of diplomacy" and it fails. Regina tries actual diplomacy, and at least makes nicer with the Jawas, but once they spot Jekjek, he's the one they want to talk to. Not only does Jekjek save us from having all our tech stolen, we get coordinates to a derelict ship where we can find another IG unit.

My notes here are... confusing. G has a brief shootout with his sibling IG-272-A, but they weren't really trying to destroy each other? It was some sort of posturing. 272-A agrees to take us to meet the other IGs, but we take 272-A's ship so we won't know where exactly we're going.

We arrive at what was probably at some point a big fighting arena, but there are 15 podiums in a circle. Various IG droids stand in order of model number. I have no notes on how the discussion goes, but the party asks them for help against the Sith on Raxus Prime.

Imma be honest, my notes here are a mess. I understand there are 9 IG units still funcitoning, and 8 of them are here. Another 8 have been destroyed. Heeeeere's what I got on the IG family/council. In... In number order. Because I don't know how to untangle this otherwise.

IG-270 is... a literal tank. This is a droid who has modified its original body into a tank because it hates "squishies" so much. 270 votes on behalf of itself and IG-276. 2 votes in favor of helping the party. (Presumably because it hates the Sith more than it hates squishies?)

IG-271 has extensive experience wtih the Sith. It lost its left arm due to them, which has been replaced with non-IG parts. It's a blaster canon and it has an external power source in order to fire it. 271 has no personal vote on the council, but votes on behalf of the 275 units. 3 votes in favor, 2 votes against helping the party.

IG-272 units A and Billy are individuals that have not worked with the Sith. They have their own vote on the council. Billy hates squishies, but not as much as 270. 1 vote in favor, 1 vote against helping the party. Surprisingly, it's Billy that voted in favor and A that voted against.

IG-273 units A-C are a hivemind and have refused to work with the Sith. 3 votes against helping the party.

IG-274 units B-D were destroyed by the 275 units. G's full designation is IG-274-A, and he destroyed the 275s in retaliation. The 274s used to work with the Sith, but stopped. (But my notes are unclear if this means all the 274s had stopped, or it's just that G has stopped.) G votes on behalf of himself and the other 274 units. 4 votes in favor of helping the party.

IG-275 units A-E have been destroyed. They used to work with the Sith. Destroying the 274 units were part of a mission. (Votes given to 271.)

IG-276 is the one functioning IG droid that is not present, and doesn't have an official "council" spot. This is also the only IG unit created by the other IG units. It's made from 275 hardware and 274 software. And it's missing. (Vote given to 270.)

The voting takes... a while. In the end, it's 10 votes in favor and 6 votes against helping the party. (If I counted that right. Lemme check -- yeah. 10 and 6.) And since they voted in favor, I guess that means it doesn't matter if we know where this location is now? Billy hands over a datachip with a set of coordinates. We're 3km north of the Axle. A Sith base is 2km southeast from the council location. There are three normal assassins and one elite assassin at the base, according to their last intel.

The 272 and 273 units will pose themselves as a peace offering from Muunilist and infiltrate the Sith base. They intend to kill anyone of their determination of "value", which includes pilots and Force users.

"We" infiltrate the Sith base. (Unclear if the party is going in separately from the IG units, but I assume so.) It's a huge, gutted engine? There's combat involved. Regina is not, apparently, aaaaany good at it. I have a note here: Blankity-blank me gently with a chainsaw. So I assume I was extremely frustrated lmao.

In all the frackas, a Sith Lord appears and puts a vibrodagger to Jee-la's throat. She's extremely upset by this because, well, threat on her life, but ALSO this Sith Lord was a friend of Jee-la's before he left the Jedi order.

This Sith Lord is Jack Xixus. He's Vosh's multi-times great grandson and he is PISSED at Vosh. Apparently Vosh has 4 million in INTEREST in a bank, which can't be accessed except by Vosh's fingerprint and he's been missing forrrrrr a couple hundred years. Jack's family had to hide within the Jedi order to escape enemies that Jack made.

Quoteth the noteth:

Jack & Vosh have a family history lesson. It's ridiculous and if Jack wasn't a Sith, Regina would almost be amused.

Through a combination of Vosh's bullshit and Regina's hostage negotiation, Jack lets Jee-la go. Jack shakes Vosh's hand, then the idiot decides to taunt him about the glove now having his fingerprints.

Man. I miss when Regina had telepathy. That isn't a thing in the game system we're using now. Vosh telepathically asks Regina to "yoink" the glove from Jack. She walks up behind Jack like she's gonna do it--

And then FJDSKA DECAPITATES HIM WTIH HER LIGHTSABER. I DON'T REMEMBER WHY I DID THIS. I DON'T REMEMBER MY LOGIC. Then she takes the glove off his body and hands it to Vosh while he's in complete shock. (In hindsight, I really don't know whether this was because he was appalled that Regina killed a member of his family he didn't know he had, or if he was proud of her dark-side moment.)

Meanwhile, Jekjek's been ratting his way around the base's computer files and found some things that -- literally -- have Vosh's name on them. One is a letter to Vosh. The other is for Regina.

I'm. I just. Hh. I'm just gonna quote how I summarized it.

"I'm so sad you had to kill me." It was an inevitability. But it wasn't Jack Xixus. Technically. The man she killed had legally changed his name, and he was an ant, compared to the real Jack. Jack took a lot of spice and can see the future. He knows where Jeren and Enlin are. We were supposed to get these lists. If we seek Jack out, bring more than one Jedi. If we go after the other two first, we'll die for sure. Jack, Lord of Shadows, is on Korriban with the Lord of Assassins. The Mistress of Pain is on Naboo but will be on Korriban at the same time as us.

Which. WHAT? Is he mentioning Jeren and Enlin as a threat or does he have them? Go after the other two what first? He obviously (probably?) doesn't mean the other two of his triumvirate because they're all going to Korriban? Are we dealing with three Sith factions here??

Some sidenotes:

One: Vosh was SO PROUD and also SO ANNOYED that Jack survived.

Two: I remember saying out of character, "He wasn't fake until I killed him!" and GM replied, "No, he wasn't going to die until you killed him."

Three: GM expected Vosh or Fasat to try and kill Jack, which is why Regina's sneak attack was so successful lol

It says we got lists but it doesn't say what the lists are of or for but there's a sidebar with an arrow at them saying murder murder murder recruit recruit. I'm sure it meant something to me at the time. It's been like 10 years. Idk anymore.

An IG droid comes into the room. G says that's IG-276, the missing one. G has so many questions, but in answer to all of them, 276 just repeats, "I can tell you nothing, I can tell you nothing, I can tell you nothing." G resigns to this and they shake hands, but then 276 RIPS G'S ARM OFF? Then rips off one of HIS OWN ARMS? They trade arms and 276 gives G a blaster pistol. They point guns at each other and apologize to each other and G lets 276 walk away.

There are so many references to arming and disarming each other here. When we ask G wtf that was all about, snide motherfucker just goes I can tell you nothing.

So since we're done here we call Dart to pick us up. As he's landing and we're starting to head toward the ship, something like a COMET impacts extremely close to us...

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OKAY EPISODE 8 LESSGO!!

1. OKAY first- the last episode had POWDER and Ekko on that music disk not Jinx and Ekko my bad y'all ajfhsjgjdkgj just realized when I say episode 8's music disk and it showed VI and specifically Jinx

2. AND WE ARE BACK TO MEL EVERYONE!! :D

Who is STILL going through it with the Black Rose might I add

3. OH SHE GLOWING SHE FAKIN GLOWING

And also yay she has her armor back!!! :D

4. OH SHIT SHE GOT EVEN MORE GOLD ON HER THAN BEFORE HELL YEAH

5. Oooo and she's rocking a new look!! :0

6. OOoooh THAT'S that shadow figure with the black eyes and gold pupils I saw in a spoiler thing for season 2 a while ago!!

7. "The Arcane is waking up." FUCKIN FINALLY HEARING THAT LINE HELL YEAH- not great for the characters but yay more lore connections!!! :D

8. OOoooh Mel's gonna kick some ass as a mage fuck yeah!!!

Also- nice for Mel- the shadowy figure and the Black Rose seem to want to help against Ambessa and save Piltover :3

9. OH THERE'S A NEW FRAME FOR JINX IN THE INTRO SONG THING :0

10. Aww fuck off Singed has Warwick/Vander back :/

11. FUCK OFF AMBESSA YOU AIN'T GETTING VIKTOR >:[

12. Also turns out Viktor isn't COMPLETELY dead, Singed is currently sustaining him, at least for a very short while, but other than that it's really up in the air if he'll actually want to not die completely

13. OH SHIT HE'S TALKING THROUGH THE DEAD CULT FOLLOWERS

Aaaaannd he's talking through that one person he first healed- well- this is definitely a turn of events

14. On the bright side- YAY WE GET TO SEE ASTRAL PLANE VIKTOR AGAIN :D

15. AMBESSA DON'T FUCKIN HAVE HIM POWER UP YOUR ARMY THAT'S FUCKED UP >:0

Well- at least he'll only do it if the soldiers are actually WILLING to be powered up by him so- at least there's that

16. And now back to the gay agenda

With today's current episode featuring: CAITVI✨✨✨✨

17. OOoooh sweet Jayce caught up with them!! I mean- idk about sweet but still

Connections!!!

18. LORIS DUDE HEY HOW'VE YOU BEEN!! :D

Well hope you've been good- everyone else is currently very traumatized

19. Aaaaannd now here's CaitVi fuckin FINALLY talking without something interrupting

20. And here's a Jinx and Caitlyn discussion!! A little one sided but hey they're not trying to kill each other!!

21. MEL MEL MEL MEL MEL :D

22. Not the same white cloaked figure Jayce back the fuck down

23. And third up this episode: We got a Jayce and Mel discussion!

24. Love how the council table shows there's a circle around Mel's seat that has no damage while every other part has damage- well- cracks filled in with gold for repairs

25. HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WE GOT A VIKTOR AND JAYCE CONFRONTATION HOLY FUCK

ALSO VIKTOR IS LITERALLY A ROBOT RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK AJFJSKGJKXVIIDGKKDJG

26. Aww the girls are fighting :(

(the girl being Jayce and Viktor)

27. DID THEY JUST KILL VIKTOR???????? Oh okay no not completely phew

28. AW FUCK NO HE'S LETTING SINGED DO THE POWER UP THING D:

29. And now we got Jinx hallucinating SILCO with a blue eye instead of that yellow/gold/reddish one

30. OH WAIT THE TALISMAN IN JAYCE'S ARM'S GONE- does that mean Jayce and Viktor aren't connected anymore?? D:

Well- at least that arcane design is still there I guess?? At least that's something

31. Oh and now Jayce's is doing a full blown conference in the council room they JUST fought in- showing off Viktor's literal robot body as a "creature" ajfhsjgjdkgj

32. STEB MY BOY HI!!! :D

FUCKIN FINALLY WE'RE GETTING A AT LEAST A SCENE OF HIM

33. OOoooh they're getting ready for war

34. STEB STEB STEB STEB :D

35. Dang VI's hair really has gotten long

36. Are Cait and Vi really gonna fuck in a jail cell?????? Seriously???

37. Dang- Cait wants to tell Vi about Maddie and she does NOT GIVE A SINGLE FLYING FUCK

Go GIRL GET YO GIRL WOO

38. Oh yeah they're gonna fuck in that cell

39. Aaaaannd now we got a Mel and Ambessa confrontation

40. FUCK THERE'S MORE OF THOSE ROBOTS VIKTOR WAS USING- like

WAY MORE jdhajfjskgjj

41. Well Sky's gone now- and she said Viktor won't even miss her???????????

42. THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO VANDER/WARWICK SINGED????????

43. SINGED IS FUCKIN REVIVING THE CULT FOLLOWERS AND WARWICK AND VIKTOR AND PUTTING THEM IN THOSE FUCKIN ROBOTS JAHFJSJGDJJDJGJ

44. WE'RE GETTING THE MACHINE HERALD EVERYONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK AJCJSJGJDJFJSKGJDJGJSKGJ

Aaaaannd that's the end of episode 8, episode 2 of act 3 of season 2!!

Time for the finale!! :D

Second Live Reaction Thing

OKAY FINALE ACT OF ARCANE SEASON 2 LET'S FUCKIN GOOOO :D

Starting with episode 7:

(Ps: this turned out WAY longer than expected, like, over double as long)

1. YO THAT MUSIC DISK THING AT THE START HAS EKKO AND POWDER THIS TIME INSTEAD OF VI AND POWDER :0

Hope that means we finally get Ekko

2. YO YO YO THERE IS EKO LESS FUCKIN GO

Also- TIME FUCKERY SHIT IS HAPPENING I KNEW OTHER TUMBLR PEEPS WERE ONTO SOMETHING

Okay I'll tone down the yelling text now andhsjfjskg (hopefully- okay this is a lie, it will happen again)

3. ALTERNATE JINX I REPEATE ALTERNATE JINX HOLY SHIT- or is it Powder-

4. Bro Ekko is fucking GOING THROUGH IT my gosh

ALSO WHERE'S HEIMERDINGER

5. VANDER TO???!!?!??

6. MYLO AND CLAGGOR WHAT THE FUCK-

7. OOoooh it's Powder then, not Jinx, subtitles just confirmed it 👍

8. Oh hey Heimerdinger!! :D

9. OH FUCK YEAH HEIMERDINGER KNOWS TO ABOUT THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE SHIT SHOW THAT'S GOING DOWN

10. Oooh and now they're discussing what the absolute FUCK happened to Jayce

Also- Heimerdinger: "The anomaly behaved differently around him.'

YEAH probably cuz his doomed yaoi partner in science is connected to the Arcane AND they both literally created HexTech, with the HexTech core thing sucking Jayce and Ekko and Heimerdinger into wherever the fuck they are right now, like- yeah DUH it's gonna act differently around Jayce

11. Yay Vi mention!! :D

Wonder if she and Cait are dating or married in this universe-

12. Welp- time for the Jayce shit show to commence

13. OH THIS BETTER BE VIKTOR BEING OMINOUS AS SHIT RN

OKAY no Viktor... HOWEVER

14. THE FUCK KINDA APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE IS JAYCE IN RN?????????

15. IS THAT PILTOVER!!???!!?!?!!

16. Lol Ekko questioning this Powder like she's Jinx- my man you're paranoid as all hell- but yeah, understandable

17. WAIT WHAT VI'S DEAD HERE D:

18. Ekko my boy PLEASE don't fuck up this universe and whatever relationship's this you has going on hfhajfjskgja

19. OOoooh jeez yep now Powder's upset at him

20. FUCKIN WHAT- okay now it's another alternate universe way more similar to the main one, with Jinx dead now

21. Oh nope- back to the "good future" one of sorts

22. Heimerdinger that song is way to upbeat for the shit fest going on right now- especially with Jayce

23. YO WE'RE GETTING TI SEE JAYCE'S OLD APARTMENT NOW IN THE UNIVERSE EKKO AND HEIMERDINGER ARE IN :D

Hope alternate Jayce in this universe isn't dead tho- the whole place looks abandoned

24. And now we're back to main Jayce, in an apocalyptic Zaun now! Think he's looking for Viktor

25. OH SHIT- VI DIED ON A JOB TO CHECK OUT JAYCE'S APARTMENT ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE EKKO SENT THEM ON

26. Oooo main Ekko found an early development HexTech crystal!! :D

Sweet sweet help yourself get home my dude!!

27. Damn Jayce is finding a LOT of standing dead people- or.. husks of dead people from what it looks like

28. OOoooh what else is watching you Jayce huh? Also please don't die figuring that out

29. OOOOH SHIT THE HUSKS ARE MOVING OH SHIT RUN JAYCE RUN

30. Oh so THAT'S why he has a brance on his leg earlier in the season after coming outta the parallel universe(s)

Fuckin his HexTech hammer absolutely knocked that knee out falling down that hill

31. Well shite that was a fucking hard as fuck impact Jayce

32. "How can I forsake a brilliant lad in need.. again." Well Heimerdinger definitely has some guilt, also that cut right to Jayce when he said "again" so I believe he's talking about him, even though I believe Heimerdinger forsake Jayce AND Viktor

33. Ohh shiiiit that leg looks baaaad as fuck

34. BRO WHO'S THAT WHITE CLOAKED FIGURE THAT JUST APPEARED THEN VANISHED?????

Hope it's Viktor honestly-

35. Does he SERIOUSLY spend the entire time he's in the parallel universe(s) trying to get outta a fucking huge hole in the ground??????? Fuckin hope not

36. The husks are watching him start to go insane in the solitude??? Fuckin REALLY?????

37. OH SHIT THERE'S THE HALLUCINATING, YA GOT black eyed Mel with the gold pupils and Viktor before the arcane bullshit with fully black eyes and Mel's makeup for some reason

38. OOoooh okay he made a brace outta his Hammer alrighty

39. Yay he's outta the hole!!! :D

40. Aww Ekko painted main Vi as an apology to Powder 🥺

41. Where the fuck are you going Jayce???

OOoooh the husks are watching- glad they're not attacking!! Which I think may have to do with Viktor?

42. YAY Ekko got Powder to help him and Heimerdinger with the HexTech crystal shards!! :D

43. Yay they're making progress!! Also I think Ekko just went back in time a little- oh yep yeah definitely

44. Well fuck that's definitely a way to know the limit being 4 seconds ajfjsjfjsjf

45. OOOH AND THERE'S SILCO! Weird eye thing going on but still Silco

46. And now Ekko made it awkward ajdjsjfjdkfk BRO IT'S A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE- like yeah obviously that's the fucking case with the eye Ekko don't bring up past trauma you're probably not even supposed to know about here

47. OOoooh and there's Powder making an entrance!! At least her and Jinx got that in common

48. Awww Powder and Ekko being adorable as fuck rn ahdhajgisjgu

49. YOO KISS TIME LESSGOOOOO

50. Fuckin flash banged by the change to Jayce in the post apocalyptic world from that wholesome moment ajfhsjfhsjfj

51. Well- looks like Jayce found his alternate universe self, dead- but still definitely him- at least I think- cuz that husk is I believe holding this universe's version of his hammer????? Oh yep definitely his hammer

52. OH THAT WHITE CLOAKED FIGURE HAS TO BE VIKTOR- IDK IF IT'S THIS ALTERNATIVE APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE'S OR THE MAIN VIKTOR AFTER HIS DEATH BUT I REALLY HOPE IT'S VIKTOR

And if so- yep Viktor is definitely implying here that Jayce needs to kill main Viktor

53. AND WE GOT MAIN EKKO IN HIS ARCANE (Main universe in this case) LOOK AGAIN FUCK YEAH

Alrighty and that concludes this Live Reaction of episode 7!! Or in other words the first episode of season 2 act 3!! :D

Gonna probably go eat something then get back to watch the next episode

#arcane season 2 spoilers #arcane season 2

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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hi💖

could you please do falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat and showering together with Nathan

Hello :D

Warnings: Boxing; snuggling; nudity

"Uncle! Uncleuncleuncleuncle," You groan from where you find yourself pinned under Nathan. He reels back just enough to catch your eye. His face is shining with sweat; his eyes are glistening from exertion, and bright with teasing.

"You give up too easy, you know that?"

"There's nothing wrong with knowing your limitations, Bateman. Now get off'a me."

"I don't usually hear that from you."

"Shut up," You laugh, shoving at his chest. Nathan doesn't move far, just shifts a little. His hips roll gently, teasingly, against yours.

"You like it down there?" He teases.

"Get off of me! I'm gross."

"We're both gross, baby. That's what makes it so hot."

"Shut up and get off'a me, Bateman. I wanna shower."

Nathan laughs softly, leaning away, then taking hold of your hand to draw you up. You wobble a touch before you find your feet. Nathan doesn't let go of your hand, just begins to tow you in the direction of the bathroom.

You plop down on the bench in the bathroom, slowly tugging off your pieces of workout clothing. You watch Nathan as he leans into the shower, cranking the knobs this way and that to get the water to the proper temperature for the two of you. You smile as he pushes off his workout shorts, revealing his round, full ass.

"Do you ever wear underwear?" You tease, eyes wandering the plump swell.

"Do I ever need it?"

"I guess not...I'm not complaining. You've got a cute ass, Bateman."

"I know."

You grin, biting your lip as Nathan tugs his top off as well, flinging it into the corner of the room.

"C'mon," He nods. "I don't have all night."

He does, and you know it—you just don't call him out on it. You stand, drifting into the shower stall past him, and sighing as the water hits your aching body.

"Fuck," You mumble, "That feels so good."

"Careful, princess. You don't want me jealous of a shower head."

You grin, glancing back toward Nathan as draws closer. He takes up the bottle of body wash, pouring it into his hand before he begins to massage it into your neck and back. You grow boneless beneath his tender touch, letting your head loll forward, and bracing your hands against the shower wall.

"Nate," You sigh.

"Hush."

Normally you'd fuss at his manner. Now, you just let yourself go quiet, and submit to his touch.

"...Have you heard anything I've said for the last ten minutes?"

"I don't know," You yawn widely. "Have you said anything important? If you did, I heard that."

Nathan laughs loudly, openly, and you can't help but smile as you cuddle closer into his side.

"'m tired, Nate," You add with a mumble.

"Can't believe I wore you out before I even got you into bed."

"Go fuck your robot if you're so mad about it."

"...I'm not that mad."

"Go fuck your robot if you're even a little mad."

"Wouldn't want you to get jealous, baby. I don't want you to feel like you're missing out."

You roll your eyes.

"Bateman, you're a saint."

"Baby, you're a suck-up."

"You've never complained about my sucking up before."

"Shut up," Nathan laughs. You grin, settling your ear on his chest. It doesn't take you long to settle on the steady thudding of his heart.

"If you're gonna leave me alone later, at least be quiet about it," You implore softly. Nathan's hand smooths over your back, rubbing in gentle, slow circle. It's not a yes, or an I will, but you know Nathan. The tender touch is as good as an agreement. You turn your head, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest.

"...Get some good sleep, baby," He urges.

"I would if you'd shut up."

#Nathan Bateman x Reader #Nathan Bateman x You #Nathan Bateman/Reader #Nathan Bateman/You #Nathan Bateman fic #Nathan Bateman imagine #asks #replies #requests #prompts

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Ok imagine this: princess!reader being a bad girl and as punishment she has to watch her daddies play with each other without her 😈😈😈

Oh my goodness!! This gave me ALL the thots 🤤🤤

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Lick Us Clean

Summary: You've been a bad girl

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Little Princess!Reader X Curtis Everett

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, throuple, bondage, teasing, D/s dynamics, DD/lg dynamics, jealousy, same sex action, blindfolding, slapping, double fingering, dry humping, squirting18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Ari & Curtis Masterlist

"Princess what do you say?" Ari's thick hands wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them behind you while, Curtis ties your calves to to your thighs. Securing them to be spread wide, your naked self on full display. He makes sure to run his finger up your drenched slit, before slapping at each of your breasts and you glare at him. "Don't be like that. You brought this on yourself."

"Did not."

"What do you say, Little One?" you pout up at him, and give a little grunt, "Not working this time. You earned this punishment."

"What, to be on full display and you won't touch me? I'm not saying it," if you weren't bound to this stupid chair you would have been crossing your arms just to show how much you weren't going to say it.

But when Ari's thick body comes to stand in front of you, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, those magnificent tits of his delectable enough to bite. Curtis' hand winds around Ari's front, giving his pec a little jiggle, because he knows you like it. It starts to weave down the large expanse of his torso before teasing the elastic. "You wouldn't dare."

With a devil may care grin, Ari turns to press his lips up against Curtis', releasing a dark chuckle when you start to writhe around. Ari grips tightly to Curtis' cheeks, halting the kiss. His hands teasingly slow begin to undress him. Those hands undoing every single last button so slowly. "I'm sorry," you force out into a whisper.

"Too late now Princess."

"But Ari!" he turns quickly to glare at you, "Daddy, I don't like not being in between you."

He continues undressing Curtis, until you see the tent that both of them have in their underwear, his tongue licks up the entire length of Curtis' chest. Ari gets closer to you, and his own finger slides up your weeping cunt. Shoving his finger in your mouth. "You're awfully wet for someone who doesn't like it. Let's play a game," he walks to grab a blindfold to cover your eyes into complete darkness. "When you guess who's touching you, we'll fuck that pretty little hole, okay?"

Ari and Curtis circle around you. There hands randomly grabbing or slapping some part of your body, until they stop. You feel two hands pinch your nipples tightly. Giving your breasts a wiggle before pulling off and slapping your tits. Hearing them both step away from you before Ari asks, "Who was it?"

"Daddy Curtis."

They don't answer you. They begin their deadly walk around your body, knowing you got the answer wrong, you try to calm your breathing. He walks closer to you tilting your head back before giving you the most passionate kiss. As soon as it starts, he stops. "Who was it?" Curtis asks with a smirk.

"Daddy Curtis," you just assume it would go in a pattern, you assumed wrong.

"Am I not around anymore?" Ari asks before they start circling you like you're the prey. Ready to devour your body.

"That's not fair!"

They don't care. This time you try and listen to the footsteps, thinking you know their footfalls. But when two fingers are pushed past your tongue, and you suck on them before they're yanked back out.

"Daddy Ari! That was Daddy Ari!"

"You suck at this game, Little One. We're going to be here all night looking at the cunt dripping out on this chair," you irritably groan as they start circling around your bound body.

Kneeling before you, you feel two fingers push into your walls. Your pussy sucking them right in with how needy she is. A thumb presses up against your clit, and you hear them. They're kissing as obnoxiously as they can, making sure you hear everything.

"Daddy Curtis," finally your blindfold is removed from you. You allow your eyes to adjust to the lights to see the two of them making out. Their hands together, as they each fuck you with one finger. "Need more," Ari laughs on Curtis' mouth, but they both remove themselves from you. This time pushing two fingers in. And you hum at the stretch. "More."

They finally remove themselves from you, and Ari looks at your cunt clinging to the two of them, "You sure princess?"

"Yes, please daddy."

The longer Ari is with you, the softer he becomes. Long ago he was your hard daddy who wouldn't give into you. But he can't deny the feral need to see you full of six of their fingers. "I know you can take it. This pretty pussy takes both of our cocks," they each ease three fingers in your gaping hole. Curtis shoves your head down to watch her swallow the two of them. Holding still only for a few seconds before they both pump into you with a need. A need to make your juices flow down their wrists.

Obscene squelching noises from your cunt echo throughout the room. Only making the two of them harder. Ari's free hand wraps around Curtis holding him tight to him, and he begins rocking onto him at the speed they finger fuck you. Dry humping can be so innocent, but with the their soft moans, and fingers filling you out so well, you know its a way for the both of them to get off.

"Gotta do what we gotta do. You're not getting dicked down tonight," Curtis tells you.

"But..."

"You want us to take our fingers out of our pussy?" you quickly shake your head no. Your body already heating up with your impending orgasm. "You get what you get, and you don't. Pitch. Fucking hell, a fit. Right there. Right," you cum hard over their fingers, and they jer their hands out quickly, the two of them getting covered by their squirting pussy.

You see the two of them take heaving breaths, eyes rolling in the back of their heads, when they make those faces. "Now, you're going to lick our underwear clean, Little One."

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate affairs #desperate affairs au #DA AU #DA AU chat #DA AU request #ari levinson #curtis everett #ari x reader x curtis #curtis x reader x ari #little princess

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sammycoola · 2 years ago

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Created this now. Like, just now. @genderbenduniverse , @the-cat-reads @comfortablynumb , @witchy-lassie , @affybackintime , thanks for the encouragement. Here you go.

Reyna's POV

Finally, they took down the Temussian fox. The ex-preator had never had such a burden removed from her in her life.

Little did she know that it wasn't the only burden that had been cast off.

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano woke up in the solitude of her camp tent feeling lighter.

Not Camp Jupiter, of course. She'd left them behind in the capable hands of her colleague Frank Zhang and ex-centurion Hazel Levesque.

No, she was in the camp of the maiden goddess Artemis and her all-female band of Hunters. She had become a Hunter herself not too long ago—or was it such a short time? Immortality and the daily activities of the Hunt made it hard to keep track of the days passing.

Maybe that was what made her feel lighter. She was free, without the responsibilities of leadership. She was rid of the burden of counting days, living a regular life. Above all, she, the rest of the Hunters, and Artemis had caught and killed the Temussian fox—a fox that was cursed to never be caught—just yesterday, when she had feared the curse would go on for the rest of her life.

A deer horn sounded—the Hunt's wake-up call, maybe.

Reyna leapt to her feet.

It was then she saw the change. No wonder she felt so, so, so light.

Her boobs—a woman's eternal burden—had disappeared.

Reyna somehow found the courage to keep calm. It was probably just a bad dream. In a few minutes, she'd wake up as a b-cupped nineteen-year-old Puerto Rican girl.

But when the horn sounded three more times, she felt as awake as she usually did. She also became aware that she needed to answer the call of nature.

And then she saw—she saw…

She yelled as if she'd seen what she had seen on someone else. But she was certain the strange enlargement sticking out from her pj bottoms was solely hers.

In fear, she ran out of the tent—bumping into someone in the process.

“Reyrey,” a deep voice called.

Reyna leapt in fear. No, she shouldn't be seen with men. Just because she had a boner didn't mean she could break the oath she'd made to an Olympian goddess.

She balled her fists and put them in front of her. “Leave my camp or—uh…”

She took a better glance at the person of forbidden gender. He had black punk hair, angel-blue eyes, and freckles that were in nearly the same pattern as their lieutenant's. Hell, he wore the same headless-Barbie pj's Thalia had worn the day before.

“D-don't just lie there!” Reyna said, her fists still ready for combat. “Speak your purpose or—”

The man did a handstand, then lightly karate-kicked Reyna in the face.

“Don't sass me, preator,” the deep-voiced person said. “You're late enough for the emergency meeting. If there's anyone I'm gonna take to our…lady, it's you.”

“Thalia?” Reyna called.

“No, Green Day. Of course it's me. I just got a little Jasony.”

With no more words, she—he?—dragged her away.

Morning muster was awfully spacious.

Usually, the Hunt sat on logs to make a full circle. Now, they stood in rows, each Hunter six feet apart from the other. Artemis—or, from what Reyna was seeing, a black-haired, twelve-year-old Apollo—stood in front of them.

“Have you fetched what's left of Reyna, Thalia?“ Artemis asked. Her voice was shrill, but still quite masculine.

“Yes, lady Artemis,” Thalia said, kneeling before the goddess—god?

“Now that everyone has been summoned,” Artemis began, “I'll tell you what I know about the recent…changes in our base.”

The little noise died after Artemis's last word.

“I swear by the River Styx that I know nothing,” Artemis said. She waited for her father's customary thunderclap to cease before speaking further. “All I can do is speculate. A good guess is that we've incurred the wrath of the Temussian fox's spirit. It makes sense since it should've known that we're all female and must turn our backs to the company of men, and the best punishment should be to make us men.”

The goddess's band of Hunters shivered collectively.

“I'm just as uncomfortable as you are, Hunters. I've seen—I saw what I never hoped to see in my life on myself this morning. That's right, Felicia Dalton. I saw male private parts on my body. No, Julia Gomez, I will not speak of its size. You all have yours.”

A few laughed. Since Artemis didn't call for silence, the joke was intentional.

“It's disturbing, disgusting, strange…and that is why I offer to find a solution. I will seek my brother Apollo for his thoughts on what could be the reason for this change,” Artemis said. “Sadly, it'll take a few hours. The sun isn't up yet, as we can all see. My brother hates being woken up before five a.m Coordinated Universal Time. I'm not in the state to have a lunar eclipse.”

“But it's only three a.m UTC, Artemis,” Thalia complained. “Lots of the hunters need to use the bathroom and…and our new anatomy is confusing. Do we aim? Do we sit? Damn.”

“Now you're using the words of men!” Olga of Luxembourg screeched.

“Calm down,” Artemis said. “I suggest aiming, but be good at it. We're Hunters, for Zeus's sake. Don't disgrace your skills by streaking the floor or toilet seat with your urine. Clear?”

“Yes, our la—Artemis,” the Hunters chanted.

“Proceed with what we would do in our natural forms. Our bodies may have morphed, but we are women in heart and mind,” Artemis said. “ Siproites, Vic, Preet, and Morgan; I believe you will have the easiest time in this form. Please educate your fellow hunters wherever they may have difficulty.”

“Yes, Artemis,” chorused the four. Siproites, Morgan, Vic and Preet had been men before the recent changes. Reyna knew only of Siproites case—he had seen Artemis bathing, but the goddess took pity on the innocent boy and made him a girl. The rest must've been similar.

“Until we meet again,“ Artemis said.

#fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #reyna ramirez arellano #hunters of artemis #artemis #situation #genderbend #genderbend fic

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