#there was no abo so i took it upon myself to write some

[thebuckblogimo]

Why would anyone need an AR-15? To take down a herd of buffalo?

April 30, 2023

I generally try to steer clear of writing about political issues. However, when it comes to my repugnance toward assault-style rifles, as Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys once crooned, "Well, it's been building up inside of me for, oh, I don't know how long."

It was 11 years ago that my wife and I moved to Grand Haven when, for the first time, I noticed a guy at the local Powerhouse wearing a black t-shirt with a graphic of an AR-15 on the front and the words "COME AND TAKE IT."

I thought to myself...really?

I already knew I didn't like the guy. I'd seen him several times before, yacking with friends around the exercise machines. He was a big mouth who did lots of talking and very little exercising.

I was in the locker room one evening, packing my bag to go home, when he walked in and sat down on a bench. It was just the two of us in the room. I'm not sure what possessed me, but I pointed to his shirt and said, "Is that what you really think, man?"

He began to rant: "You're damn right...I'll be prepared when they come...Gotta a shelter, amunition, rations, everything I need..."

I stood there dumbfounded. Finally, I said, "So if they--whoever they are--come with artilery, bombers, etc., you're going to stand up to them, is that right?"

"Hell yes," he said, "We'll have that stuff, too."

The guy was a nutjob.

Later that same year a troubled--to put it mildly--20-year-old with Asperger's Syndrome named Adam Lanza walked into Sandy Hook Elementary in Newport, Connecticut, with a Bushmaster AR-15 and two handguns. He opened fire, murdered six adults and--I use the next word advisedly--obliterated 20 first-graders between the ages of six and seven years old.

Some of those kids had not yet learned how to tie their own shoes.

Between the increase of people like the guy I confronted at the Grand Haven Powerhouse--during my recent stay in Florida I noticed burly dudes wearing COME AND TAKE IT shirts every day--and the growing propensity to "shoot first" if a stranger pulls into one's driveway or sets foot on one's porch, America's gun culture has devolved into something worse: gun idolatry.

Well count me among those who think we should banish the manufacture of all AR-15-type rifles for civilian use. Totally. Right now. They should not be made ever again for use by anyone but soldiers on the battle field.

No one should be able to own a weapon of war like the one that Lanza used to fire 150 rounds and cause the human carnage he inflicted upon those Sandy Hook kids--some of whom could be identified only by matching DNA provided by their parents.

Let that sink in for a moment.

The way I see it, there ought to be a federal program to start buying back the 20 million AR-15-type weapons that exist in this country today. After a few years of buy-back efforts there should be stiff penalties for anyone found to be in possession of one.

If it's ludicrous to think that someone would use an assault rifle to take down a herd of Buffalo, what does it say that someone took out a classroom full of children with one.

Ban the AR-15 and all military-style assault rifles.

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Addendum #1 You can also count me in among those who support background checks, age restrictions, red flag laws and other sensible regulations to start chipping away at the rise in deaths by gun violence in America.

And if you're a huge supporter of the Second Ammendment, understand this: If a wave of common sense laws should ever sweep this country, no, they won't be coming to take your guns--not your deer rifles, not your shotguns, not the handgun you may feel you need for protection while making a deposit at the bank or to protect your family against criminals, wackos or extremeists storming through your front door.

Addendum #2 I was in grade school when my home room nun conducted a discussion during religion class about the Fifth Commandment, "Thou shalt not kill." She said something that day that made complete sense to me as a child and that I still believe today:

No one has the right to kill another person with a gun, knife or any other weapon unless you are certain that he or she is about to kill you.

If a stranger is at your door and does something that causes you to feel as though your life may soon be threatened, you can shoot above the door. I suspect that most perpetrators would turn tail and run after that. But until the bad guy forces his or her way in and "crosses the threshold," you do not have the right to shoot to kill.

Addendum #3 If you have children and you have guns at home that are not locked in a safe, sooner or later your kids are going to find them. As a child, I knew where my Dad hid his deer rifle. I may have been ten years old when I first went up to the attic, uncovered his gun, pulled back the bolt, checked the chamber to see if it was loaded, and pulled the trigger. (I had seen my Dad do it when showing off his rifle to friends.) I did that dozens of times as a kid. And in high school, my buddy Tony knew where his dad hid the key for his gun cabinet. When his parents were away, we put his dad's shotgun and some shells in the trunk of the car, drove with friends to a wooded area, and fired away at sparrows--while knowing little more about guns than what we picked up from watching cowboy movies on TV. If your guns aren't kept in a safe with combination lock, sooner or later your kids are going to find them. And then what?

Addendum #4 Three times--once in Georgia, twice in Ohio--I have walked into a store or restaurant and noticed someone strapped with a firearm at his side. On each occassion I felt my body involuntarily shudder. And as I proceeded down the aisle or took a seat at a table, I thought about the many times that I was at a late night party, or last call at "the Phase," or at a sporting event where tempers flared and a fight broke out. What might have happened during those times, I wondered, had the laws been such that testosterone-filled pals buzzed on cheap beer could openly carry handguns? I suspect that some of them--maybe even an innocent bystander like me--would not still be standing today.

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I acknowledge that some monumental problems underlie a large part of the gun violence in America today--mental health issues, poverty, illiteracy, undereducation, unemployment, crime, etc. I'll just say this: We should be spending a lot more time on trying to resolve them than we do on freaking out over men who like to pull on women's clothing or what pronouns to use in a sentence.

[sasspiria]

Fandom: Far Cry 3

Pairing: Jason Brody/Vaas Montenegro

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics,True Mates,Alpha Vaas,Omega Jason,Biting,Grant Lives,Accidental Bonding,Angst and Porn,Porn With Plot,Scenting,Rough Body Play,Don't Examine This Too Closely

Summary: Omegas were uncommon but they weren't rare by any means. True mates, however, were an entirely different story. The odds of any person having one were astronomical at best. When Jason finds that he does have a true mate, he should feel amazing about being so lucky. A part of him wants to feel excited, damn all the consequences, but at the same time it just feels like the universe is giving him a hard smack to the face when his true alpha comes in the form in a psychopathic, murdering, drug addled pirate that kidnapped him and his friends. All Jason can hope is that he can use Vaas' manic affections towards him to his advantage and save the rest of them, even if Vaas seems intent as all hell on keeping him for himself.

Status: 1/? (You can also read it here below the cut )

It turned out that paying for skydiving lessons from a DJ of all people with cash, wasn’t a great idea if the wooden cage that he and Grant were tied against the bars of. Jason grit his teeth in the midst of his frustration, clicking uncomfortably against the dirty gag that had been haphazardly shoved in his mouth.

He looked around, trying to gauge just how awful of a situation they were in. Grant was in front of him, tied down just as effectively as he was. Right outside the threshold of their cage, was an intimidating looking Hispanic who seemed to enjoy singling Grant and him out for some reason.

He hadn’t seen this man before, but he had heard about him. Often the other pirates around the camp would walk around, talking inanely to each other and he would hear about their leader, Vaas. It didn’t take a genius to think that this might be him.

“I like this phone,” he said, casual as all hell. Like they were three friends having a pleasant conversation. “This is a nice fucking phone. What do we have here? Grant and…” he glanced over at Jason, looking at him like he recognized something about him. He didn’t want to think about what it was that he recognized. “…Jason. From California. Well, I hope your mama and papa really love you. ‘Cause you two white boys, you look very expensive. That’s good because I like expensive things…”

While Vaas had been monologuing, Grant started grunting behind the gag – probably calling him every name under the sun, even though it came out basically unintelligible. Jason fixed him with a purposeful glare as if to tell him telepathically to keep his mouth shut. He would have thought Grant would know better than to antagonize and instigate someone like that.

Grant did not get the message and within moments it got on the man’s nerves and he started speaking again, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asked in an obviously rhetorical fashion. Jason squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see what might happen. “What did you say? DID YOU WANT ME TO SLICE YOU OPEN LIKE I DID YOUR FRIEND?! SHUT THE FUCK UP. Okay? I’m the one with the fucking dick. Look at me, look me in the fucking eye. HEY! LOOK ME IN THE FUCKING EYE.”

Completely on instinct, Jason opened his eyes again to see the pirate practically inside of the cage, posturing at his brother like he was about to kill him. This was fucked up. This was so fucked up.

“Look me in the eye; you’re my bitch.” He told Grant, surprisingly restrained once again. “I rule this fucking kingdom. Shut the fuck up. Or you die.” Jason had kept quiet, hoping to be small and insignificant enough that he just disappeared, but he still managed to garner his captors attention.

“What is it, Jason? Jason, what is it? Why aren’t you laughing now like you did up there? What, what is this not fun anymore? Have I failed to entertain you? You see the thing is, up there, you thought you had a chance. Way up in the fucking sky, you thought you had your finger on the pussy trigger but Hermano, down here… down here? You hit the ground.”

His mood changed once again from the menacing, vaguely threatening affect to something almost friendly and suddenly it was clear that it was directed just at Jason now and he began agonizing over why this man was so damn familiar to him.“It’s okay, I’m gonna chill. Because you and me and your tough guy brother are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

Vaas was prone to mood swings, Jason realized with horror as something in the air changed just then and he zoned in on Jason with eyes full of a fury that the omega couldn’t understand the meaning behind. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing here? Trying to use your pretty little omega tricks on me? You want to fuck with me? You think you even can?” Vaas questioned him, asking them rapid fire without even giving him the chance to answer – even if he wasn’t gagged.

Jason shook his head, more out of placation than out of defiance. He knew how to control his scent but he didn’t really like to do that. Not because it was manipulative – being manipulative never really bothered him – but because it took a lot out of him, it drained him both physically and emotionally. This was too fucked up. This was way too fucked up. Jason didn’t want any of this. He just wanted to go home.

The alpha didn’t believe him and he quickly became tired of what he assumed Jason to be doing to him – despite all of Jason’s protests to the contrary – and came into the cage and roughly grabbed Jason who – while at the same time, Jason couldn’t help but just be happy that he hadn’t decided to kill him yet – immediately took to panicking and thrashing in the alpha’s hold.

Grant, who had been quiet enough not to anger Vaas – knowing how horribly unstable he had already shown himself to be – was even more full of panic and rage than Jason himself. He screamed behind the gag, squirmed and flailed in his binds as Jason was half dragged and half carried across the camp.

Jason didn’t gain any traction with it, if anything Vaas just gripped him tighter, the omega quickly tired himself out and went limp enough that he was practically dead weight. He was carried into a small, closed off room and didn’t bother at all to stir until he was dropped down onto a lumpy mattress.

Even then, he barely made a movement other than a startled gasp behind the gag when Vaas grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat in a display of forced submission. He let out a whimper when Vaas nuzzled against him and buried his nose against the omega’s neck. It was a strange sensation, being scented out of nowhere like he was, not exactly comfortable but not exactly unwanted either.

It was like something was pulling him towards the alpha and the more he tried to fight it, the more he was pulled in. It was overwhelming enough that he felt like he was drowning in the conflicting sensations that he was feeling. He didn’t need to even look at Vaas to see that he was feeling the exact same pull as he was, maybe even worse with how fervently he was scenting Jason.

The alpha growled into his shoulder, turning Jason around and gripping his face painfully enough that he was forced to look at him. “Why… the fuck… do you smell so good, huh? Huh?!” he snapped, coming off as both furious and confused at the same time. “What the fuck do you think you’re trying to do here, huh?! You think you can fuck with me, pretty boy? You think that you can fuck with me?!”

Jason tried to tell Vaas that he wasn’t doing anything to him, at least not on purpose, and tell him to go fuck himself all in the same sentence but all he could manage behind the gag was a series of muffled out grunts and whines.

So instead, he does the next best thing and pushes his scent onto Vaas – practically assaults the alphas’ senses with it – just to show him that if he had wanted to use his biology to manipulate him he could have gotten much farther with it than he had with this naturally unnatural pull that the two of them had been afflicted with.

Vaas felt the push and pull of it intensely and nearly fell off of the ratty mattress and onto the floor below them, “Pinche omega putana.” he grumbled barely under his breath, the reality setting in for him just as clearly as it was for Jason.

That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t still angry, just that his ire wasn’t really directed towards Jason anymore, now it was just aimless, directionless and volatile. Vaas let him go and took to pacing around the tiny room, fuming and growling to himself, inadvertently giving Jason a chance to fight the binds that were still wrapped tight around his wrists and ankles.

It took him a few minutes to free himself from the binds but once he did, Jason crashed into Vaas, pouncing on him so hard that the two of them hit the ground with a thud. His heart raged inside of his chest, like it was trying to break out of him as he straddled the alpha and placed his hands over his neck with the intent to maim him if he had to. His chest heaved, his breath bordering on hyperventilation.

Jason had never killed anybody before and it clearly showed. Still, he was the only one here and he had to be strong. “Fucking tell me where my friends are or I’ll, I’ll kill you. I swear, I’ll kill you.” he stuttered out, panic taking hold of him once again. His fingers shook against Vaas’ collarbone as he threatened to push down and squeeze.

Vaas was not all that impressed by Jason’s intimidation tactics, if the cruelly amused smile he has on his face gave him any indication. “You wanna kill me white boy?” he challenged the omega,“Go ahead. I fucking dare you to go on and try. I promise you, Jason, I promise you that you won’t get far.”

Jason wanted to kill him and he didn’t – it was like he wanted to want to do it more than he actually had the will to go through with it. He tried to tell himself that Vaas was dangerous and had kidnapped him, he could kill him and probably would when this was all over. He just couldn’t bring himself to go through with it and something told him that it wasn’t just because he had never killed someone before.

With a defeated groan, Jason let Vaas go and got off of him. He herded himself back into the corner and sat with his knees pressed to his chest, defeated. He needed to kill Vaas to get out of here but… for some reason that he couldn’t quite put his finger on he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to cut off Vaas’ airways or stab him in the back or shoot him in the fucking face.

Fucking something more than what he was doing right now – sitting there all slack jaw and glassy eyed like some brain dead ingenue in a terrible “romantic” novel straight out of a time before strictly enforced personal grooming habits and civil rights.

Vaas decided not to hold the assault against him, he would have done the same in the omega’s position. He would have gone through with it, though. Maybe he should do something about it – make sure it doesn’t happen again – but he doesn’t particularly want to kill Jason, either so the two of them are stuck in a strange limbo. “You feel better now, Hermano?” He asked in a mockingly friendly tone as he steadily moved towards him with the intent to pull him back where he was again.

Jason responded to that with little more than a quietly spoken out, “Fuck you.” to the alpha without any care for whatever consequences that Vaas decided to dole out to him. He didn’t think that Vaas had any intentions of killing him, just yet, and he was emotionally drained enough that that was all he could bring himself to care about.

Vaas was decidedly tired of Jason’s shit attitude and pulled the omega to the ground so that Vaas was on top of him and Jason was forced into a very vulnerable position. “Fuck me? No, no, no. Fuck you!” He snapped, “You don’t get to be pissy with me, blanquito. You don’t get to choke me out and act like a little bitch about it.” baring his teeth at him once again, allowing them to lightly scrape over his bonding gland without even thinking about it. “You either man the fuck up and get it right next time or you shut the fuck up about it.”

It was then – right when they were pressed so closely together – hits the both of them what it is around the same time and all the tiny clues piece together like into something concise and clear. The two of them had bonded unwillingly to each other, that was why they had a magnetic pull to each other – they were true mates.

It should be a good thing – a great thing even. He had always been told that having a true mate was something to dream about. But he supposed that “Dream About” was the key phrase here because it was rare as all hell. You had the roughly same chance of being struck by lightning as you would have with having a true mate.

Jason couldn’t believe this – this wasn’t something he had ever thought would happen to him. He smacked his head against the dirt floor in his frustration. Vaas was a little less torn about it than Jason was, using his position above Jason to his advantage to keep the omega pinned down beneath him.

Jason squirmed around a little to get out from under him, but Vaas wasn’t giving him any room for it and he kept up with the surprisingly tender molestation, “You and me are gonna have a lot of fun together, cariño.” He promised, turning the borderline threat from earlier into something sweet. “Just you wait.” he added, equally as promising in tone.

Jason found whatever resolve – or self respect – that he had and pressed forward to kiss the alpha hard on the mouth and Vaas returned the affection with equal vigor. It felt a lot more like fighting or fucking than it did like a kiss though, with teeth and rough movements punctuating the whole lot of it.

The fact that none of this made any sort of sense still hadn’t changed, but Jason couldn’t bring himself to care about it. He was enjoying himself and that was all that mattered right then. He let out a soft moan as Vaas’ hands dove underneath his V-neck to grope, flick and scrape at the omega’s nipples, almost tearing at the already thinly stretched and worn fabric of it as he did.

Jason responded to that as viciously by firmly biting down on the flesh of his shoulder as viciously as he could, managing to elicit a groan and a muttered out curse from Vaas as he managed to tear through flesh and even make him bleed a little bit.

Omegas had naturally sharp canines and nails – supposedly for protecting themselves from predators or unwanted contact, but they were also pretty useful for kink and even maybe a bit of petty revenge like Jason wanted to exercise right then. The omega pulled off of him, a bit of blood dripping from his chin as he pulled off with an almost apologetic kiss to the wounded spot.

Jason was content to continue on with this – he would have been happy to kiss and touch the alpha for hours, maybe even let him fuck him but they weren’t able to get all that far, as a pirate with a bandanna for a mask came in to the room, greeting Vaas with an awkward cough punctuated by a hesitantly spoken out, “Boss.” to get his attention.

Jason looked at the pirate, mortified not only at being caught like this but also at being interrupted just when he was starting to enjoy himself. Vaas showed his frustration clearer when he snapped at the masked pirate, “Fucking, WHAT?!” in a harsh tone, baring his teeth at the other man as he did so, and for a moment Jason thought that he might actually kill him for the lack of indiscretion.

The pirate at the door didn’t seem all that fazed by Vaas’ threatening stance, “There’s a situation with one of the hostages.” he explained in a matter of fact sort of way without giving away any information that Jason could clearly glean anything from.

“Stay here,” Vaas told Jason before he let him off, “If you try to run, I’ll know.” he added and Jason didn’t doubt that one bit.

Once Vaas was gone, Jason let out a shaky sigh of relief. Without the alpha in the same tightly enclosed space that he was in, the overwhelming cloud that he was under eased up. A part of him wanted to leave, to run the fuck away from the camp but still, something inside of him didn’t want to stray too far from Vaas – the same thing that pulled them towards each other.

Jason could only hope that it would get less overwhelming with time, but he couldn’t be sure. He knew next to nothing about bonds like this. In that moment, he would have done anything for Vaas. It scared him how willing he was to just let Vaas do whatever he wanted. It was jarring as all hell.

In the midst of his thoughts, someone came in – more like burst through – and for a moment he wondered – with both excitement and apprehension – if Vaas was already back to finish what they had started.

Jason was more than a little shocked to see that it was his older brother, looking more or less like he wasn’t any worse for the wear. Without thinking about it at all, he bounded up and practically crashed into his elder brother, enveloping him in a tight – practically bone crushing – hug.

“Grant! Not that I’m not happy to see you but what are you doing here?” He asked his older brother as they separated, who looked more or less like he wasn’t hurt or injured. He was happy to see his brother but at the same time, he couldn’t be all that glad that Grant was here – it was dangerous for him to be here.

“What are you doing in here?” The elder Brody replied, “That fucking pirate dragged you off somewhere, I thought you were dead. I’m just glad you’re alive but you’re not hurt, right?”

Jason really did not want to get into it with Grant about all this, he knew that there was no way that he’d understand. So, instead he decided to say it as simply as he could, “No I’m not hurt. At least not much. Vaas, he likes something about me. I can’t get into it right now but I’ll be fine.” he tried to explain quickly and simply, “He probably won’t hurt me but if he finds you here, it’s not going to end well.” That was the understatement of a century. If Vaas found Grant with him, then he might kill Grant in front of him and he didn’t want that.

Grant took about as well as you might think, “No,” he shook his head, disgust prevalent in his voice.“No, I’m not leaving you here with that psychopath. Come on, you have to come with me. We still have some time, I think, to escape but we have to hurry.”

“Grant…” Jason started, voice barely above an exasperated whisper, – this is exactly what he was worried about. Grant had practically raised him and Riley after their father died and he was always a little overprotective over them both. Jason knew that if he told Grant that he was bonded with the pirate, that Grant wouldn’t listen and might even go so far as to force him out of the camp. Jason wouldn’t even blame him for it, “It’s more complicated than that.” he said instead. “I have to stay here.”

“More complicated? This isn��t complicated, Jay.” He replied firmly, “What did he do to you?”

“Grant.”

“I swear if he hurt you-”

“Grant! Just listen to me!” Jason snapped, grabbing his older brother’s shoulders hard, like he was trying to rouse him from a deep slumber. It shocked him enough that he was stunned silent, giving Jason the chance to say everything he needed to say. “Just- look, if he finds you here…” he sighed heavy and world weary, knowing that his brother would take some convincing.

Jason really didn’t like the idea of manipulating him, but he knew that he probably had to if he wanted Grant to make it out of this encampment with his life. “If he finds you here he’ll kill me and then he’ll kill you too. Is that what you want?” he lied through his teeth, “No? then you need to go! Go on and get the hell out of here and find everyone else because they need you more than I do. Alright? I’ll be fine, but not if he finds you here. He’s not that- look, just go! Please.”

Grant didn’t look like he was entirely convinced, but he understood Jason’s point. He couldn’t make Jason come with him in any case, “Alright.” he said,“Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing with this guy but… just be safe, Jay.” he said as he backed off and made his escape.

“I will.” He said, with a surprising amount of resolve. Surprisingly, he found that he believed it. If Vaas was just about as affected as he was by this bond, then maybe he could use this to his advantage and get his friends back home.

He just had to be strong and he could do this. Maybe.

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

My Lady (Boromir x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, fighting

Word Count: 1719

Requested: @thespiritoflife

A/N I really liked writing this, and I hope you enjoy it! I figure it was about time to write for Boromir. For some reason, my first thought went to the Rohan, I don’t know why, so yeah, enjoy a person from Rohan falling for the captain of Gondor lol. Also, screw canon, Boromir lives y'all.

“So, this is the Captain I’ve been hearing about lately, fighting in all those battles,” I leaned over the counter, handing a mug to the rugged, handsome man across from me. He shook his dirty blond hair out of his face, smiling. 

“I suppose that would be me,” He said modestly. “But really, you should see my companion Aragorn in action, he is the best out of everyone.” I was surprised with the way he talked about this other person, rather than talking about himself. Most of the men I have talked to were like that. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of malice or dishonesty, but he was being truthful. He meant it. I was surprised, but after all, I should expect nothing less from a man of honor. 

I smiled cheekily. “Well, I guess I should then. Tell me, a fine man like yourself must have a sweet lady at home. She’s very lucky to have someone like you,” I blurted out without thinking.

He choked a little on his drink and wiped his mouth before smiling again. “Well my lady, you would be surprised to hear that this is not the case. I wish I had something like that, but not just one that sits at home.” He winked, and I hid a giggle, still embarrassed about what I said. 

  “Now, go enjoy your drink, Captain.” The minute he turned around, I cursed myself for being so forward. This was one of the reasons I wasn’t married yet, and my mother definitely liked to tease me about it. Very well, I went back to cleaning mugs, as the joyous noise swelled. Everyone was celebrating, for good reason, after all, these men helped to save us from ruin and despair. It was terrifying at Helm’s Deep, all of us women and children were shoved into the caves. Well, most of them...

The night began to draw to a close as the noise dwindled down. But there was still the hint of celebration in the air, and I smiled for the sake of it. A few people came back for their last drinks, and drunken steps followed. One person came back, that I had hoped to not see again. Alas, the Captain of Gondor stopped in front of me, not quite taken by drink and exhaustion. 

“Enjoyed the party?” I asked, cleaning up the last of the drinks. He grinned and nodded. “Glad to hear it,” I said, avoiding his gaze. I was still embarrassed about what happened earlier, and I really hoped it wouldn’t come up. 

Instead, he brought up something else. “I never got your name,” he said, moving his hand on top of mine. My stomach flipped over, how was his touch so intoxicating? I barely knew him. 

I swallowed the butterflies, and replied confidently, “My name is y/n. And I must admit, I have heard so much about you, but I’m not even sure as to what your name might be. It is Boromir, am I correct?”

“Yes, that would be me. Y/n, such a beautiful name.” He spoke thoughtfully, and my breath caught in my throat. We talked a bit more, but I slowed the conversation down. 

I withdrew my hand from his and went back to cleaning mugs. I couldn’t get involved with him, he was basically a prince after all. An emotion I couldn’t quite interpret flashed through his face, but he quickly stood up, understanding I wanted to be alone.

“Well, my lady y/n, I do hope we meet again.” He nodded his head and walked away. 

As soon as he turned a corner, I slumped down behind the counter. I knew that I could not be with him. I was just a woman of Rohan, nothing else. But there were so few men like him. Far too many would look down upon me, and there were only a few that would be respectful. But he was something completely different. It was such a short conversation, but I already regretted sending him away. At this point, there was nothing left I could do.

---------------------------------------Time Skip-------------------------------------

Death. Destruction. The ruins of Gondor loomed over me. Eowyn is missing. So many dead. I whirled around, trying my best to defend myself. Exhaustion wore me down. An orc hit me from behind, sinking its blade into my arm. I cried out, and with the last strength I had, I sliced its throat. I clutched my arm, trying to stop the blood from running down to my hands. I collapsed, curling up. As the world became dark, I could have sworn I heard someone yelling my name.

My head was ringing as I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting them to the light. I moved sluggishly, still trying to figure out what happened. I felt a cloth around my arm, binding it, and my face felt clean. Free of the blood and dirt that had been caked on it. But where was I? I sat up, breathing in the cool air. It looked like a healing ward, and someone else was here.

“Excuse me? Miss?” I called out to the other woman. She walked over briskly and set some pillows behind my back.

She flittered about, changing my dressings, all the while talking. “Oh I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t see that you were awake yet. I was told to give you the best treatment and to get you your own room, so here we are. I wasn’t sure when you were going to wake up, oh dear me. You should probably lay down for longer, you still have circles under your eyes. My you had a bunch of blood on you. I was so surprised to see such a young lady like yourself in such a horrid place. Bad luck I say, bad luck. Although I am so old, I have seen so much, but not something like this!” She babbled on, much to my amusement. She was a mother hen, pecking and poking into other’s business. But she was sweet. 

I interrupted her on another spiel, trying to get a straight answer. “I’m sorry, but who gave you these orders, to take care of me and such? I don’t mean to pry, I just want to know. Also, do you know how long this will take? I need to find some people.”

She smiled. “Oh dear, you have a lot in store for you. You’re fine to go walk around and find some people. However, I do suggest you take the path to the gardens, it is quite beautiful.” She winked, and exited the room, leaving the door open. I was slightly stunned, this was a lot to take in. I could not tell what she was hinting at though.

I pulled on some shoes and slowly began my way down. It was a clear path to where I was supposed to go, but I hesitated. What was with all this secrecy? I felt a knot in my stomach as I continued, wary of my surroundings. I knew there were no orcs, but something seemed off.

I turned a corner and heard a voice I did not expect. “I see your injuries have begun healing. I am glad to see it.” Boromir spoke softly, his gaze moving over me.

“Boromir?” I whispered, shocked to see him. “Wh-what is this? What’s going on?” He motioned me to sit next to him on the bench, and I did, a healthy distance away from him.

“I found you. On the field. I didn’t believe it was you at first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me, trying to give me what I wanted most. But it truly was you, and you were lying there, still, bleeding. I assumed the worst. I know we don’t know each other that well, so it must seem odd for me to care so much. But dear, you mean so much to me. More than you know. I’m not mad like the others for you being out there. I admire your bravery and the skills it must’ve taken to slay all the orcs around you. I wasn’t there, but based on the number of bodies around you, I would assume that would be your work. Well, I’m going on and on here, but what I’m really trying to say is, stay. Stay here, with me.” Boromir took a breath, his cheeks full of color. 

At this point, my stomach was exploding, I could feel that I was shaking a little. Sure, it wasn’t some love confession, but I didn’t need that from him. The fact that he wanted me to stay was enough. 

“I think I will stay, as long as we can visit Rohan often,” I said nervously. His cheeks grew even darker, and he held my hand and pressed the lightest kiss to it. I giggled, and he drew me into a warm hug. I nestled into his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Now, this is what I was missing out on this entire time.

“Wait,” I said, remembering what had happened at Helm’s Deep, what I hadn’t told anyone. “There is something you should know.”

Boromir cocked an eyebrow, obviously confused. “What do you mean?” He asked.

I looked down. “I, uh, might not have been in the caves with everyone else. In fact, do you remember the soldier that you saved from the spear? That might have been me. Possibly.” I smiled, and his face brightened.

“Oh yes, I know exactly who you’re talking abo- wait a minute. That was you? My lady, you are a brilliant warrior. The spear was a minor setback, you did amazing that night.” He gushed, and I grinned at how sweet he was being.

“Boromir, this does not bother you? That I was out fighting? That I, a woman, was part of a battle?” I questioned. 

He started laughing, his smile lighting up his eyes. He really was handsome. “No dear, not at all. In fact, it makes things even better. You are an amazing fighter and an amazing person. No, it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

The sun moved through the clouds, the rays hitting us perfectly. We sat and joked in the warmth all afternoon, forgetting the looming war for just a little bit.

Everything taglist: @hey-its-nonny 

[solarisjoon]

A/N: Whoo! This is finally done, and I’m quite happy to say that smut is easy and fun to write!  I will be posting a weekly/bi-weekly schedule tomorrow that I can truly follow now due to getting my mental health in check.  The third drabble will be posted tomorrow as well.  Feedback would be appreciated!!

Based on this ask from my Drabble NSFW Asks: anonymous said: For the nsfw drabble: d, 3, 63, and dom!hoseok, possibly an abo au? Id kill for a good dom/Alpha au rn love you btw

D:  3: “You’re such a useless whore.” 63: “Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.”

Pairing: Dom!Jung Hoseok X Reader ABO!AU Genre: Drabble Word Count: 2164 (Not really a drabble anymore huh?) Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT

Cause every single touch don't mean a thing And every time you're calling out my name We know that it's just not to be alone We’re loving like we're animals (Animals by Alex & Sierra)

Receiving the text had caused a rush of heat to flow through me, and I clenched my thighs as I licked my lips:

Hosuck: My apartment, NOW

I hadn't graced him with a response as I hurriedly shoved my books into my bag and bid my study group adieu for the day.

"Where are you going, Y/N?"  My best friend, Kim Taehyung, asked, concern etched onto his features.

"Heading home for the night Tae, don't worry about me."  He stood quickly and grabbed my arm, his nostrils flaring as he scented what I tried hard to conceal.

"You're going to see him, right?  Don't lie to me, I can smell you Y/N."  He shook his head at the small noise I made in protest.  "I thought you were done with him, all he's going to do is hurt you, he doesn't care about you."

Pulling my arm away, I narrowed my eyes, "I know Tae, all we do is fuck, and it's none of your business who and what I do."

The growl that reverberated through the room caused a shiver to run through me and I whined, tilting my head to show submission to the angry alpha in front of me.  Taehyung's eyes widened and he backed away from me, "Shit Y/N, I-"

My eyes watered as I glared at him, "Forget it Tae."  I left him there, rushing out of the library with shame coursing through me at the display I had just given every Alpha in the room.  Taehyung had never handled me in that way before, albeit how unusual and pressing it was for an Alpha and Omega to be best friends, we could control our instincts around each other.  It was upsetting, and I worried my lower lip between my teeth as I debated blowing Hoseok off for the night so I could go home and have a good cry.

As I passed his dorm complex, I could smell Hoseok, surprise rang through me at that, and I hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time.  Entering the entryway, I glanced around and found Seokjin hurrying to the entrance, shoes barely on and a strange look on his face.

"Jin?"

He realized it was me standing there and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh Y/N, thank gods."

I cocked my head as he pulled me into a quick hug, the comforting scent of a Beta wrapping around me.  "What is it?"

"It's Hobi, he went into heat early, I barely got out of there."

My eyes widened as I realized the issue, and I pushed Jin away, "No, no.  Hobi and I agreed not during heats.  You know as well as I do what could happen."

Jin's eyes twinkled as he grinned, "Well, that wouldn't be a bad thing, now would it?"

"He doesn't feel the same as I do, Jin."  I mumbled, turning away and hanging my head.  "I'm gonna go, just call Hanyu for him, he needs another Alpha to help him."  I started to turn, pushing the door open as I went, cutting Jin off mid-sentence and hurrying home.

After arriving back at my apartment, I stripped and showered, trying to keep my mind from thoughts of Hanyu and Hoseok together.  Finishing up quickly, I threw on some comfy, yet old, pajamas and settled in front of the TV for a good binging session of Say Yes to the Dress.  Sighing, I shoved a spoonful of rocky road ice cream into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I thought of myself in the brides’ places with Hoseok as the-

Okay, ending that train of thought right now.

Sitting up fully, I set the ice cream down on the coffee table in front of me, stretching my arms above me when I heard a loud bang come from the front door of my apartment.  Before I could react, a sweaty, shirtless, Hoseok came into my living room and the overwhelming scent of cinnamon was washing over me.  I let out a low whine and showed my neck to the Alpha before me, slick gathering between my legs at an alarming rate.

“I texted you,” Hoseok growled, fangs on display and anger making his eyes grow gold with his Alpha fully presenting.  

“Jin told me it was your heat and-” I gasped as I was suddenly pressed up against the wall, Hoseok’s knee between my legs and his teeth at my throat, his nose rubbing against my cheek.  

“I called you,” I froze, my mouth going dry and I glanced towards my phone sitting on the coffee table.  If Hoseok had called me in the midst of his heat did that mean...?  No, I wasn’t going to go there, he wasn’t thinking straight and neither was I due to his scent wrapping me in cinnamon cloves.  The Omega part of me wanted to just submit to the Alpha scenting me, it wanted me to spread my legs and take him like a bitch in heat.

I had to stay focused, if I let myself go then Hoseok could accidentally mark me, and I didn't want the Alpha to be angry when he came back to his senses, marking an Omega like me.  I felt the nip before I saw him move, the growl resurfacing, "Why do you smell like another Alpha?"

"It's just Taehyung, I was at a study group with him and-"  Hoseok shut me up with a bruising kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth as if to gather every bit of my essence for his own.  I keened, my back arching into his body as his knee pressed against my center, rubbing against my clenching entrance.  A blush coated my body at the feeling of slick running in rivulets down my parted thighs, I was sure by now I had soaked through his jeans.

"He touched you, he touched what's mine." He had pulled away from my mouth, licking at my lips now.  His words had me gasping as I ground against him, euphoria washing through me at the blooming feeling of hope in my chest.

"H-Hoseok..."  This was dangerous, I was letting myself slip into his rut, into him, and yet I loved it, I was excited by it.  I clenched against him, trying to hold myself back, as well as trying to stop more slick from escaping; the wet sounds of my grinding against his thigh were a bit embarrassing.  "Please..." I broke, giving in to his lust and my love.

The salacious grin I was grace with let me know I was in trouble for running away.  "Good girl."  The rumbling of Hoseok's Alpha voice set me on fire, and I gripped his hair before pulling his lips to mine, fighting for dominance with my tongue and tracing his canines gently.  Hoseok groaned, rutting his hips into my belly, and I realized just how affected he was by me.

Steel pressed into my stomach, rubbing a burning trail along my navel and making me beg for more.  Hoseok happily obliged, flinging me over his shoulder and spanking my ass as he did, the keening cry I let out urging him on quicker to my bedroom.  The air split around me as I was thrown onto my mattress, a soft oof leaving me at the force of his throw.  A ripping sound echoed around us as I realized he had ripped my pajama shorts and panties in half, tossing the tattered threads behind him as he set his gaze upon what he wanted.  

"Hey! Those were expensive!"  I was more upset at the loss of my favorite pair of lacy panties than my sleep shorts, and even though he was the Alpha he needed to know what he had done.  

"I'll buy you as many pairs as you want, just let me touch you now."  Hoseok growled, his hands already sliding up my thighs as he crawled towards my center.  His devilish tongue lashed out and licked a burning stripe up my slit, causing me to cry out at the pleasure.  "Just like that baby girl, let everyone know what's going on."  The puff of his hot breath against my core made me tremble, his lips brushing against my clit with every word he spoke.  

Glancing down, I saw his golden eyes watching me as he lapped at me, a slow grin curving at his lips before he truly set out to devour me whole.  Almost immediately, two fingers were shoved deep into my pussy, stretching me and hitting my g-spot in rapid, quick strokes.  I keened and clawed at his hair, pressing him deeper into me, craving the pleasure he so willingly gave.  His tongue lashed me, swirling about my clit and then tapping it quickly, keeping me so close to the edge but not letting me get there.

"You're such a useless whore, letting me have my way with this pretty pussy while you just whine and cry."   Again, his words caused me such great pleasure, lips teasing my clit in such a perfect way that I cried out and came, stars shining in my head.

When I came back down from my high, Hoseok had undressed himself the rest of the way, his golden eyes watching my chest heave from under my vest top, and lips still shiny from my release.  "Get rid of that before I do it for you."  I scrambled to pull it over my head, so I wouldn't have to deal with yet another ripped item of clothing, and watched as his gaze zeroed in on my chest, more specifically, the way my nipples hardened under his watch.  My own gaze focused on his leaking length, the purple head absolutely dripping with precum and his balls heavy with his release.  I tracked the veins that wrapped his steely shaft, and watched how his knot flared gently at his base, ready to lock me to him.

I went to move onto my knees to give him some relief before Hoseok held me back, "Later, now I want you to ride me."  I nodded and sat up, watching as his cock bobbed while he settled against my pillows, a grin lighting up his face as I crawled over him, slick dripping onto him.  I took him in hand and held his head against my entrance, breath hitching as I pressed down, my body taking him with slight difficulty as he seemed to be much larger than normal.  I moaned as I sank onto him, my clit rubbing against his navel with every breath.

At the slow growl that  left him, I started to move, my hips pounding down onto him with such force the bed creaked in protest.  The slick sounds of our coupling entranced him, as he watched where we were joined with rapt attention, licking his lips and letting out groans of pleasure.  Every slap of my body against his had my energy sapping and a whine flying from my throat, a sudden, sharp smack to my ass had me jolting and opening my eyes to see the Alpha, my Alpha watching me.

“Keep going, bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.”  I obliged, slamming myself harder with each smack against my rapidly-bruising ass cheeks, my slick pooling onto his stomach by this point and making everything that much wetter.  Tears started to gather in my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling, Hoseok's cock swelling with each stroke.  Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed his mouth into mine, licking into me and making me taste my own pleasure on his tongue.  I kissed him back with as much vigor, pushing myself to finish with my Alpha, as his knot was catching on me with every pull out.

Hoseok pulled away from my mouth and trailed kissed down my neck, nibbling little galaxies into my skin and making me cry out his name.  "Shit,"  He growled out, hands grabbing my thighs and nails digging in deep enough to make me feel the bruises I would have.  He thrust up with a force I didn't know he had and shoved his knot into my waiting pussy, his cum flooding me and filling me to the brim.  His teeth were in my scent gland in a flash, and I keened and came around him, walls pulsating and milking more of his seed from him, my own, slightly smaller canines digging into his scent gland, marking Hoseok as mine.

Hoseok smiled at his mate, her sleeping figure covered in love bites and bruises from his hands, sufficiently marking her as his.  Of course, the mark that covered her scent gland attested to that fact, and the many other rounds that had followed the initial marking.  Their combined scents of cinnamon cloves and jasmine surrounded him and made his Alpha happy; they had their Omega, finally, and no one could take her from them.  She truly was his wolfsbane.

[by-mana]

Commissions Redux

Hi Folks!

This has been copied from my main blog and cleaned up a bit, since I’m trying to separate the fan stuff from the main to keep something like a semblance of an order. Commissions are therefore moved from Mana-chan’s Corner to here. They are still open and perfectly free, just read the rules, please. In case you wish to support me, you can do either of these things:

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As I am currently jobless (thank you Corona) every bit is appreciated. 

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For a long time I didn’t take any commissions because the fandoms and pairings I have inspiration for is a limited fraction of my active fandoms (i.e. the fandoms I engage with via reading fic, commenting, enjoying content, reblogging, etc.) and I didn’t want to disappoint. 

Recently, in an unexpected strike of utter genius (which only took me like... 5 years to work out), I had the epiphany to compile a list of fandoms+pairings I’d be more than happy to write as you desire.

» Commission Rules/FAQ. Please read before commissioning.

» For full list of available fandoms/genres click below.

» Fandoms

» The Untamed | Mo Dao Zu Shi

The most recent fandom, also the one that currently dominates my mind. 

Including: CQL, Novel, Movies. I haven’t read a lot of the source material, but I’m intending to and I already did some research. For now I think I prefer a mix of canons. 

» Pairings

» Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

» Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian (mostly gen, but I believe I could do something sexual/romantic as well, but please ask first if you have any specific ideas)

» Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing (please read the rules)

» Jiang Cheng/Wen Ning (tentative)

» Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian

» Nie Mingjue/Lan Xichen (tentative, though I mostly see myself as writing them on the side)

» Any version of the 3zun (same as above)

» Lan Xichen/Wei Wuxian

» Jin Zixuan/Wei Wuxian

» Specific Canons / Prompts

The Untamed basically exploded over my head and didn’t leave me alone. In the past few months a few plotbunnies developed which I’d all love to write at one point. You can chose to prompt me either of these or pick any general prompt, or anything you’d like to read, as long as it aligns with what I can write.

» The First Witness

Genre: Case Fic, Modern AU, Canon retell, Drama, Tragedy, Romance, M/M

Pairings: WWX/LWJ

Includes: Forensic Medical Examiner Wei Wuxian, Inspector Lan Wangji, Single Dad Wei Wuxian, Wei Sizhui / Wen Yuan, the dead ones are dead, Badass Grandmother Baoshan Sanren, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Businessman Jiang Cheng, Murder Mystery, Pining, Getting Together, HIV positive character, past off-screen rape (mentioned only). It’s basically what it says, a canon retell wrapped in a modern day case fic. It was the first thing that I had inspiration for.

» Nurse Wei Wuxian slice of life Modern AU

Genre: Modern AU, slice of life, recovery, drama, tragedy, adoption, M/M, hurt & comfort, getting together, romance, fluff

Pairings: WWX/LWJ

Includes: pediatric nurse Wei Wuxian, pediatric nurse MianMian, elementary school teacher Lan Wangji, pediatrician Lan Xichen, intense care nurse Jiang Yanli, intense care doctor Wen Qing, teacher’s aide Wen Ning, Yunmeng reconciliation, only some are dead, Wen family+WWX living together. 

Premise: Former convict Wei Wuxian, fresh out of nursing school, applies for a job at Dr. Lan Xichen’s pediatric practice. Lan Xichen (who sometimes takes pro bono foster children abuse cases) isn’t quite sold on the idea of a former felon turned nurse attending to already traumatized children, but upon interview decides to give WWX a chance. Not only does he never regret it, it turns out it’s to be the best decision he’s ever made, not only in regards to his practice. Meddling ensues, love blossoms, truths are revealed, happy end. Probably the fluffiest story on the list.

» ABO Yunmeng Shuanjie Fake Marriage AU

Not what you think. Does not involve pseudo-incest (at least not for a long time, haven’t decided on the end results yet). First ABO I’ve ever considered writing, but all the more exciting, since I know now what I want of it.

Pairing: WWX/LWJ (temporal, non-endgame - so far, platonic), WWX & JC (gen, ruling partners)

Includes: fake marriage, extra marital affair, male pregnancy, abo (mostly non-traditional, I think?), not actual pseudo incest, adoption, canon divergence, not everybody dies, Wen Chao being a monster, sexual assault (interrupted), golden core loss, NO golden core transfer, misunderstandings, complicated political situations, the Wens are saved and live in Lotus Pier, a-Yuan is still adopted, “sometimes love is not enough”

Premise: shortly after concluding the studies at Cloud Recesses LWJ starts courting WWX. Engagement is discussed between the two clans, but the Wen indoctrination and the burning of the Cloud Recesses gets in between. When LWJ refuses to lie in order to save WWX from Wen Chao’s assault, JC steps in and pretends to be the one engaged to WWX to save his brother from a forced bond. To prevent this from being debunked and to ensure a future marriage (which will now be more challenging to achieve, given the state of Cloud Recesses), LWJ and WWX mate and bond in the Xuanwu cave. Then Lotus Pier is sacked, JC loses his golden core, the Jiangs are dead and the Yunmeng siblings flee for their lives, find refuge in Yiling, etc. Plays out as in canon except they find out WWX is pregnant and transferring the golden core would cause an abortion. WWX still says do it, but changes his mind in the last minute, leading to JC finding out about his plan upon waking up and remaining coreless. They flee to Meishan and marry to protect WWX’s reputation (since a marriage would now be impossible for a long time on both sides - Gusu and Yunmeng, AND JC needs WWX more than ever and WWX is not abandoning his little brother) Sunshot happens, WWX invents the control tower & still saves the Sunshot campaign. The sixteen years that follow are utter chaos.

» Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian arranged marriage AU

You know what this is inspired by. 

Pairing: Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian (unfullfilled, for a long time)

Includes: arranged marriage, some characters die, Nie Mingjue dies but later, revenge, wwx adopts a-yuan, canon divergence, slow burn, learning to love, the Wens live, political intrigues, wwx and nhs teaming up against jgy

Premise: To save the Wens and himself from qi deviation Wei Wuxian marries Nie Mingjue (in spite of being in love with LWJ). Slowly some truths are revealed and feelings blossom but some tragedies cannot be prevented. NMJ realizes the feelings that are between WWX and LWJ, but they both marry regardless. Later WWX realizes that NMJ is similarly in love with Lan Xichen. With time they learn to love and respect each other, NMJ learns about what WWX did for JC, WWX learns clarity to play for NMJ when JGY nearly succeeds killing him (WWX suspects but he has no proof). NMJ still dies (disappears) and widower WWX spends the next decade or so seeking revenge and searching for his husband’s body so that he can rest in peace. It’s all very bittersweet, but there’s a happy ending.

» Hakuouki + Extended Universe 

The longest active and steadiest fandom. I know exactly what I’ll write and what not.

Including characters from: Urakata, Toki no Kizuna, the most recent overhauls (Kyoto Winds, Edo Blossoms). I’ve seen all three anime seasons, played a few routes of Kyoto Winds and read some walkthroughs. I’m not completely done with all of them, but I’ll take the time to research if the commission demands it.

» Pairings

» Harada Sanosuke/Nagakura Shinpachi (I lovingly refer to them as my naval battle cruiser)

» Harada Sanosuke/Shiranui Kyou

» Shiranui Kyou/Takasugi Shinsaku

» Kondou Isami/Hijikata Toushizou (tentative)

» Hijikata Toushizou/Saitou Hajime (tentative)

» Nagakura Shinpachi/Saitou Hajime

» Saitou Hajime/Toudou Heisuke

» Yukimura Chizuru/Sen-hime

» Ibuki Ryuunosuke/Kosuzu (please read the rules)

» Specific Canons / Prompts:

I’ve had a number of inspirations for this, which I’ve never written, but would love to delve into. You can chose to prompt me either of these or, of course, pick a general prompt.

» Fabulous Family Series

The one in progress, you can check it out on AO3. You can prompt me in this, if there’s something you’d like to read.

Pairings (current and planned): Harada/Nagakura, Kondou/Hijikata, Okita/Chizuru (casual), Heisuke/Saitou, Takasugi/Shiranui, Chizuru/Sen-chan, Ibuki/Kosuzu, Ibuki->Saitou (one-sided crush), Saitou/Chizuru (temporal)

Tags: adoption, modern AU, lgbtq+ issues, M/M, genderfluid character, disabled character (future), teenage pregnancy (future), slice of life, sexual assault (future), child abuse (future reveal), romance, ace/aro character, casual sex, underage sex, 

» Gender Swap AU

Main Ship: Harada/Nagakura

Side Ship: Ibuki/Kosuzu

Summary: Sannan secretly tests a version of his experimental Ochimizu on a few of the captains. The result is that the new day dawns with some drastic changes to their bodies that have nothing to do with white hair, glowing eyes or bloodthirst, but with a whole other set of complications. 

Premise: Original story was supposed to be about Shinpachi developing and unexpected attraction to Sano, them “experimenting” together and Sano falling pregnant. While the others manage to turn back to their original bodies, Sano doesn’t and it is all very complicated. Eventually he does (after giving birth), but instead of it being a good thing it just makes things more complicated. In the end, he choses to live in a female body instead of death and marries Shinpachi. Would include trans issues, gender dysphoria, friendship vs. love, the nature of attraction, respect, feminism and female issues. I wanted to write it as a multi-chapter, but never got around to it. But I’d love to put it out there in any form I can.

» Prince of Tennis

Tentatively putting this down as one of my oldest fandoms. I never wrote for it as cosistently as with other fandoms, but a few years back I rp-ed it for quite a while and could probably still write for it, if the pairing’s right. 

Including: ShinTeniPuri characters up to Pirates and Black Holes (I haven’t read much further, but I’ll probably catch up at one point? I always do.)

» Pairings / Characters (mostly Shitenhouji and Higa centric)

» Oshitari Kenya/Shiraishi Kuranosuke

» Oshitari Kenya/Chitose Senri

» Oshitari Kenya & Oshitari Yuushi (gen, ask me about cest)

» Shishido Ryou/Oishi Shuuichirou

» Oshitari Yuushi/Kikumaru Eiji

» Oshitari Yuushi/Hirakoba Rin (this relates to that rp)

» Kai Yuujirou & Hirakoba Rin (both gen and slash)

» Kite Eishirou/Hirakoba Rin

» Watanabe Osamu/Sakaki Tarou

» Higa gen

» Shitenhouji gen and casual relationships (ask me about specific ones)

» Hara Tetsuya/Taira Yoshiyuki

» Mori Juuzaburou & Hara Tetsuya (mostly gen, but I probs could do casual slash as well)

» Ochi Tsukimitsu/Mori Juuzaburou

» Marui Bunta/Hara Tetsuya (you will never get this, but it derives from that rp I did and would still def write it if people are interested)

» Tango Pair (Sanada Genichirou/Atobe Keigo)

» Specific Canons / Prompts

Most of what I had in my head has faded but a few things remained. Of course you can also come with your own prompt at me.

» College AU, future fic

Premise: Everyone has grown up and moved on. The Oshitari cousins are now rooming together, both studying medicine at Tokyo University. They’re upper neighbors with Shishido Ryou (paedagogy) and Oishi Shuuichirou (medicine), who both miss their doubles partners, but have seemingly moved on from their middle school days and broken hearts. No such thing can be said about Kenya, who can’t get over his break up with Shiraishi following their graduation, or Yuushi, who seems to hold secrets of his own.

I haven’t developed much for this, most of it are scattered ideas, but I’d love to explore it. I’ve thought of some pairings for it, but none of them final. It would also leave a lot of room for casual stuff or one-night stands. It’s actually an ideal prompt premise, from that standpoint.

Pairings (at start, no necessarily final): Oshitari Kenya/Shiraishi Kuranosuke (past), Oishi Shuuichirou/Shishido Ryou (current), Oishi Shuuichirou/Kikumaru Eiji (past), Shishido Ryou/Ootori Choutarou (past), Oshitari Yuushi/Kikumaru Eiji (current, secret), 

» It takes two to Tango / Tango towards Destruction

An old fic that was supposed to be a series which I never finished, but could pick it up and remaster it. It’d be a nostalgia project. 

Pairing: Tango Pair

Premise: Atobe’s father finds out about him and Sanada dating and threatens to disown him if they don’t break up. In the original Atobe runs away, but I’m thinking now he simply might not take it seriously enough and then it would escalate. He ends up moving in with the Sanada family. Your typical rich boy loses everything and struggles through poverty, finding meaning, building a life for himself, coming off age. 

» One Piece

A fandom older than even TeniPuri it’s been with me the longest. Unfortunately it doesn’t inspire me anymore the way it used to, but I’d still be able to write some things for it, if the right muse struck me. I kinda want to. Nostalgia, you know.

» Pairings

» Zoro/Sanji

» Ace/Zoro

» Ace/Sanji

» Luffy/Law (tentative, like, I ship them hard but I don’t know if I’d be able to write something for them? Oh but I’d like to try)

» Mihawk/Shanks

» Mihawk & Zoro & Perona family dynamics

» Zeff & Sanji adopted family dynamics

» Usopp & Yasopp gen

» Izo? I’d like to try an Izo.

» Canons

» Canonverse

Set in the original canon of the fandom.

Including (not limited to): backstory - past canon, present canon, future fic (please specify), canon divergence

» Modern AU

Including (not limited to): no powers, modern with magic (potential, please ask), slice of life, mystery, case fic, ‘job AU’ (coffee shop, doctors, idols, etc., please specify/ask)

» Sci-fi AU

Including: original sci-fi canon, Star Trek, Star Wars, Firefly, Cowboy Bebop, Dune (tentative), Hyperion (tentative), for everything else ask. I know a lot of sci-fi, but not enough lore for each of them to set a story in. I might be interested but it'd necessitate research.

» High Fantasy AU

Including (not limited to): original fantasy canon, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Witcher, but overall I’d prefer if you ask about this. I haven’t read/seen a lot of the most recent and popular franchises (mostly because I’m writing my own high fantasy and don’t want it to be too influenced by other things, and someone already told me it sounds like Game of Thrones, so that one’s a big no. Sorry...)

» No Powers, other than modern AU

Including (not limited to): everything that doesn’t fall under the modern AU list, but has no powers in it, i.e. historical AU (specify time & culture), future AU (near & far), cyberpunk dystopia (possibly), post-apocalyptic (possibly). I don’t write zombies.

» Superpowers / Hero AU

Including (not limited to): X-Men, Avengers, Wildstorm Universe, original superhero canon

» Genres

I do mostly serious stuff, like drama, tragedy, intrigues, arranged marriage, tragic backstory, etc. I like to put my characters through a lot of suffering. I always joke that it’s very easy to spot my favorite character by the amount of torture I put them through. I feel that it makes the happy ending weigh even more. Sometimes I even prefer a bad ending, if it gives the story more meaning (I mean, imagine LotR trilogy have a happy ending. It would totally take away all the development and the lessons the characters went through.) I wish I could write light stuff but so far I have not succeeded. I use a lot of sarcasm and irony though? 

My shorter fics tend to be fluffy and sweet rather than funny, if full of playful banter and teasing. Relationships are usually depicted in a naturalistic rather than romantic way (I’m ace/aro myself, and I have lots of opinions about the nature of love and attraction, and how a functioning relationship ideally looks like and it tends to seep into my writing). Instead of traditional romance I like to write a non-traditional one. Slow burn, instead of love on first sight. Learning to love instead of falling hard. But it also depends on the pairing. I can write most things if I put my mind to it, so don’t hesitate to prompt me and I’ll let you know whether it works for me or not.

I’m not shy of dealing with child abuse, assault, suicidal ideation, trauma, disability and other difficult topics in my writing, so if you wanna request any of these or something similar I’m a-okay with it, as long as you discuss it with me. I’m not knowledgeable in everything so it’s likely I’ll need to do research, but I’m more than alright with it. Honestly, it’s very probable that I’d love to try. 

» Kinks

I’m okay with most stuff. Where I draw the line is the really hardcore stuff like scat and kinks involving feces, some forms of humiliation, zoophilia, necrophilia, mutilation, stuff like that. 

I’m alright with both dub-con & non-con (although I refuse to depict is as normalized, or glorified), bondage, s&m, dom/sub, light bdsm (ask me about the harder stuff. I’m not against it, I’m just not always in the mood or right mindset for writing it), omorashi (tentative, ask me), daddy kink, breath play, age play, spanking, verbal humiliation, dirty talk, edging, come eating, orgasm denial,... all the good stuff. 

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Smut Recommendation

@isaksforelsket said that they were bored yesterday and for some reason that made me think I should come up with a smut list. So I looked at the ones I had saved and this may have gotten out of hand. Most of them are from a long time ago because I stopped saving fics for a while. And I mostly looked at one shots with no plot.

It’ll be under a read more.

A lot of them are OOC so make sure you read the tags if you’re not into that. A lot of D/S. Let me know if I need to edit anything.

***They do other people***

• The Night We Met (graphic) by Jamz24 They meet at a sex club. Read the tags.

• Boy Trouble by Jamz24 They are on a break of some kind. Sonja, Emma, William, S1 Elias are involved.

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***They include other people***

• (kisses on the neck of) best friends by birthmarks (orphan_account), desert_coffin Jonas. Threesome. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. All the good stuff.

• Two is company, Three’s a party by mc_symphony PChris. Threesome. They have fun. It’s so hot.

• Invite Your Friends by Jamz24 The boy squad is included.

• The Sexual Adventures of Isak, Even, and all their Boys by  ShamelessSkam

Part 1 : Daddy, vibrating butt plugs and Magnus

Part 2 : The whole boy squad gets invited

Part 3 : Evak and boy squad fun times continues

• Fickstutenmarkt by evak1isak 

Includes boy squad and balloon squad. Big ol orgy at The Horse Fair where they can sign up as mares or stallions.

• nothing feels better than this by Skamtrash 

Isak fucks other people when Even is in the room (Even took some time to get used to the idea). Even has rules and he directs them sometimes.

• i’ll be just yours (i can give you want you need) by empty_venom Boy squad is present. But they can’t touch. Exhibitionism. Pet names. Overstimulation. Even is kinda smug.

• do you want me (dead)? by theyellowcurtains Daddy kink. Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Hung Even. Punishment. Sex toys. Begging. Edging. Jonas joins in the third chapter. Spitroasting. Double penetration. Threesome.

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***ABO***

• Scorpio Rising by skamsnake Isak works at a strip club. He’s such a tease. Wants Even to fight for him. So damn hot.

• Pulls Me In Enough to Keep Me Guessing by plumclouds Traditional hunt where alphas hunt omegas. Claiming. Knotting. Hot.

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***Public***

• Bus Drabble by Laika_the_husband Isak gives Even a handjob on the damn bus! Hot.

• Push by nofeartina Kinda public but not really. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Even is excited about PDA. Hot. 

• The Dance Floor by Tuii Oh man is this one hot. Handjobs. On the bloody dance floor!

• show me with your body baby by yourelectriclove Balcony sex. Bareback. Pet names. Dirty talk. Hot.

• just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains Office. Hung Even. Bareback. Belly bulging. Multiple Orgasm. So hot.

• let’s go somewhere they might discover us (sometimes it’s better when it’s publicly) by orphan_account Classroom. Are they trying to get caught? Hot.

• Peep Show by riyku Public toilet. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Spitting. It’s hot as hell.

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***Not Evak***

• A very special morning in the kollektiv by Anonymous Pure filth. Warning, this is Eskild/Isak. Daddy kink.

• After hours by Anonymous Defintely read the tags. Isak with Jonas, Eskild, William. More pure filth.

• The one where Magnus can hear Isak and Even through the wall by colazitron Evak is present in the background. Magnus can hear them and it turns him on. Masturbation.

• Isak Valtersen Loving <3 </b>by Cameron_Reese_Slytherin A series filled with a bunch of William/Isak and PChris/Isak smut. And even William/PChris/Isak smut.

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***Poetic Writing***

• Night Air by Evak2121 (Marshmallows07) Hot, pretty smut. There’s spitting involed. Spitting! Panties. Dildo. Isak displays himself for Even. Isak is a dream. Even gets slightly dominant. It’s just so good. Everything about this fic.

• Miracle by riyku Felching. Spitting. It’s so damn hot.

• Cotton Candy Pink by riyku Feminization. Panties. Skirts. Semi-public sex. Daddy kink. Light exhibitionism. So damn hot.

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***Others***

• Everything Now by nofeartina

Even just wants Isak. They are versatile. Barebacking. Rough sex. Their cum fixation is so hot.

• Your Body is My Party by colazitron, nofeartina Somnophilia (consensual). They talked about it. And then they acted it out. So damn hot.

• Skeleton Key by riyku Somnophilia (consensual). So hot.

• Double Trouble by obscurial There are two Evens. Threesome (kinda). Barebacking. Spitroasting.

• The lie I didn’t have to tell. by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) Adultery kink. Begging. Rough sex. So hot. Trust me. Read this.

• The Edge of Almost by riyku Edging. Jealous Isak. Even is a tease. Comeplay. A damn facial. It’s so hot. I wanted to put this under poetic writing.

• The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket Massage au. Mild pain kink. Happy ending (haha). Manhandling. Hot.

• happy ending by reasoniwantyoutostay Massage au. Football player Isak. Pulled a hamstring. Massage therapist Even. Very hot.

• When I See You, I Keep Getting Chills by plumclouds Bad boy Even. Isak has to tutor him. Semi-public sex. Begging.

• even’s yoga skills by reasoniwantyoutostay Self sucking. Dirty talk. So hot.

• Alphabet Aerobics by nofeartina Can’t make a smut list without this one. 26 chapters of smut. 

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***Undertones of Dom/Sub or Daddy kink. Or bottom Isak.***

• Playing video games by evak1isak Exhibitionism. Isak is horny. Even is on a multiplayer game with the balloon squad.

• on the verge, now submerge, i’m your church by orphan_account They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Overstimulation.

• i need a man that makes it right by orphan_account Light d/s. Edging. Some subspace. Isak gets so frustrated. Pet names. Porn with feelings.

• i won’t deny it, i’m not trying to hide it by orphan_account Chokers. Choking. Daddy. Feminization. Pet names.

• fuck me & feed me by orphan_account Light d/s. Isak gets slightly insecure about weight gain. But it isn’t something that bothers Even. At all. Body worship.

• be mine by isaksforelsket Penetrator Even. He pursues Isak. Begging. Praising. Pet names. So hot. 

Read let me be yours for penetrator Even with plot.

• don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me (i’m selfish, i’m obscene) by empty_venom Even just really wants Isak’s mouth on him. Deepthroating. Throat bulging. Snowballling. Daddy kink. Coming Untouched. Begging. Kinda dubcon. Just amazing.

• the morning on the your skin and loved up light by staylucky Light d/s. Even catches Isak taking a creeper shot of him on the tram. They end up fucking. Rough sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex).

• hot thoughts melting my mind by orphan_account Light d/s. Choking. Face fucking.

• Jailbait by starlesspappillon Read the warnings at the end of the chapters. There is some noncon or dubcon stuff. First year Isak. A bunch of different kinks.

• Small Death by Laika_the_husband Light d/s. One night stand. Anonymous sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Pretty hot stuff here.

• Baby boy by Violetsroses Daddy kink. Isak is a needy baby who just wants Even to fuck him. Rough sex. Pet names.

• Here Kitty Kitty by Laika_the_husband So hot. Animal traits. Furry (they are cat people). Tomcat Even. Kitten Isak. P Chris appears briefly.

• Teddy Bear by evak1isak Light d/s. Isak is in trouble for playing with his bear (he definitely enjoyed his punnishment though). Spanking. Daddy kink.

• wreck me by Skamtrash They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Isak is needy.

• You Can Be the Boss by neptunebaby Light d/s. Daddy. Isak is needy. Pet names.

• red by evak1isak Light d/s. Russ!Even. Isak has a thing for Even’s uniform. Public sex.

• I lay myself bare for you by Anonymous Watersports. Pretty light d/s. Isak gets desperate to try something and it turns out Even is pretty into it. It’s hot, okay. In public.

• we’re lost in the heat of the moment (and i’m moving in you) by empty_venom Light d/s. Public sex. Exhibitionism. Panties. Skirts. First year Isak. Age Difference. This one is so hot. Isak and Even meet for the first time. Isak is a little shy and Even is very forward. Pet names. Isak is a baby. Come eating. And then read the sequel.

• Porn Video by Apailana, JesseLBlack Be aware the tag lovers to brothers is used. Extremely light d/s. Bareback (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Hot.

• ivory by ohsusie Hot and sweet. Oral fixations (Isak is so cute, he needs something in his mouth). Daddy kink. Isak is a soft baby. Orgasms as a stress relief. Even is a gentle daddy.

• Beat that Record by Dutten

Dudes. Strap the fuck in for this fic. The smut is about 6k words. The rest is some amazing plot.

Chapter 1 is pure smut. Pure unashamed smut. Coming untouched. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Oversensitivity. Crying. Begging. Even will not be outdone by Jonas. So hot. 

Chapter 2 is Isak learning more about himself. Coming to terms with some stuff. Feminization. Make up. Lingerie. 

Chapter 3 is from Even’s pov.

You can just read chapter 1 for the smut. But I recommend going along for the ride with the rest of the fic.

• come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined Even punnishes Isak for flirting. Possessive Even. Daddy kink. Begging.

• RoadHead by Skamtrash Light d/s. Car sex. Public sex (in the pool). Overstimulation. So hot.

• Once Upon a Dream by mc_symphony Fairy tale. Somnophilia (not consented). Hung Even.

• mark me up (say I’m yours) by orphan_account Shy Isak. Pain kink. Biting. Spanking. Choking. Rough sex and yet they are so soft. Subspace.

• taking care by orphan_account Light d/s. Possessive Even. Jealousy. Rough sex. Semi public sex.  Begging. Oil. Even is not happy that Isak is spending a lot of time tutoring another guy. Hot.

• spoiled by orphan_account Light d/s. Isak is bratty. Praise kink. Begging. Even loves his boy. Aftercare.

• Gymslip by DiscoNight Daddy kink. Grumpy Isak. Even punnishes Isak but it gets out of hand. Exhibitionism. Possessive Even. Some noncon groping and harassment by other people.

• ride on you baby by LouisCutie Jealous Isak. Isak does not like Even spending time with some other guy. Even is Isak’s okay. Riding. So damn hot.

• Bad Boy Even by Skamtrash Isak is shy and he has a huge crush on Even. Fruits. Ice. Even is a nice bad boy.

• aren’t you something to admire by orphan_account Mirror. Pet names. Dirty talk.

• Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home by SkamLS (skamLS) They are desperate. Begging. Daddy kink. Face fucking. Pet names. Praising. So good.

• scream for air to breathe by orphan_account First year Isak. Third year Even. They meet at a party. Hung Even. Belly bulging. Praising. Pet names. So hot.

• the furry fic by chokingonroses Isak is a sexy kitten. They meet at a party. So hot. Begging. Hung Even.

• chokers and crop tops by cammm Crop top. Chokers. Body worship. Multiple orgasm. Riding.

• So, I have an idea… by queerwriterbee Feminization. Face fucking. Panties. Praising.

• Don’t touch Isak by radiantsilver Not exactly smut. Bad boy Even. Stripper Isak. Even is super possessive. Don’t even think about messing with Isak. Even is soft for Isak.

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A Cold December

This was supposed to be done for Pride Month but I came up short on writing a coherent middle. So here we are a week late and several dollars short! XD THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE FOR PRIDE MONTH FOR A REASON! THIS IS YOUR NON-SPOILER WARNING.

A ninja’s life is dark and cold. Especially when your best friend is out to kill you. But our ninja MC may have found love despite it all. The question is, does it lie with her past, the brilliant future, or some hazy twilight in between.

***Choose your own ending epilogues coming soon***

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

“I know.”

“One day...” The words died on his lips.

“I know.”

“If you know then why do you keep coming here? I could kill you any day.”

“Because I want you to know when that day comes, I will have no regrets. If my life is to end, I want it to be at your hands, Saku.”

He gave her a blistering kiss so hot it seemed to turn the falling snow to rain around them. Then with far too much force, he shoved her away. She landed on her bottom in the deep snow. A stare even colder than the December wind sent a shiver down her spine.

“You are cruel, you know that?” This voice was not of the boy she once knew.

“What… do you mean?”

“How could you possibly ask me to do such a thing?” He gripped the handle of a kunai and his fingers turned the color of the driven snow. “Leave this place and never come back.”

“Sa…ku?” The kunai embedded itself just inches from her hand.

“Next time I see you, I’ll kill you for sure.” The winds kicked up throwing loose snow everywhere. In that flurry, Sakuya disappeared.

She dug her fingers through the snow to the foliage sleeping underneath. This was no longer the meadow of clover from her childhood. Gone was the warmth of all the fond memories. It had all been replaced by the cold, harshness of winter. The snow packed into a tight mass in her fist as she tried to fight back tears.

“Why did it have to come to this?” Clutching the kunai to her chest she fell back and stared at the sky. It would be easier this way, wouldn’t it? Sakuya wouldn’t have to kill her if she was already dead, right? The position of the Mitsuba was already secured with the Takeda and Lord Shingen was on the mend. Kansuke could take it from here. The absolute rejection from Sakuya had been the last straw. She no longer served any purpose to anyone. With her vision already gray it was easy to let go and slip into the easy numbness of death.

“We really are just a little bit dumb, aren’t we?”

She could no longer open her eyes, but her mind registered the words. She felt suddenly warm. A fuzzy memory came to the fore that people about to die from cold often hallucinated or felt suddenly warm just before death. Still, she couldn’t help the self-deprecating smile and reply.

“Intelligence is just one of many things I lack.”

“It’s no fun teasing you if you agree.”

Despite the numbness of her limbs she could feel pressure. She was being carried. The Master Assassin of Iga, the one she had been so sure would take her life when she first went to the Takeda, had saved her.

“We should be enemies you know.”

“I was never particularly interested in politics.” In other words, he never saw her as an enemy because they were from different villages in Iga.

“You had no reason to be here.”

“You should save your strength if you want to live.”

“If I wanted to live do you think I would have been taking a nap on the snow?” She heard Saizo laugh, felt the rumble in his chest.

“You are just a bit selfish to go with that stupid too.” He gave her a little shake. “No falling asleep now.”

Her mind and body were in no mood for following orders. “Where are we going?”

“Someone’s waiting for the little shadow back at the palace.”

“Ahhh…” That is the last thing she remembered.

 The next thing she remembered was warmth. A warmth that could not be mistaken as a hallucination. Though heaviness still weighed down her body, her mind was alert. As she pried her eyes open, she realized the heaviness of her limbs wasn’t due to her own state of affairs. Someone had fallen asleep on top of her! Her weak fingers twined around silken locks of hair and her nose caught a familiar scent. Suddenly, the person snapped up.

“You’re awake! I’m so sorry! I fell asleep on you while you were in such a weak state!” Their frantic state soon cooled to one of sheer joy. Happy tears falling down their cheeks as they smiled an ugly smile. “I was so worried about you when Saizo brought you back unconscious! Why… Why didn’t you tell us you were a ninja too? We could have prepared for things like this if you had!” There was no accusation in their voice, just deep regret and worry. A hurt she knew so well.

“I… I didn’t…” She struggled to find the words when a hand took hers.

“No, no. I’m sorry. There are things Saizo, Kansuke, and Master Sasuke don’t talk about either.”

Something about that understanding made the floodgate holding back her emotions swing wide open. Everything that had been bottled up inside flooded out in ugly sobs and tears.

“Ah! It must have been so hard having to be out there alone like that!” Warm hands wrapped around her and hefted her up into a hug. Wrapped in that comfort she buried her face in their chest. “You cry as long as you need to cry. You don’t have to be strong all the time you know! And you certainly aren’t alone! Please rely on us when you need us!”

A shadow at the doorway caught her eye. A faintly smiling Saizo? She blinked a few times in disbelief and he was gone. This is what he meant when he said she was selfish… Sakuya wasn’t the only one who cared about her. There were others who cared if she lived or died it would seem. But still… it didn’t change the fact that she no longer had a purpose…

 “Here’s some food! It’s a nice mild porridge!”

She stared down at the steaming bowl full of delectable looking morsels. As soon as she tried to lift the spoon though it immediately slipped through her fingers. There was no strength to be had in them and very little feeling. She tried to flex her hand into a fist but barely got them closed at all.

“You must be terribly weak still! Here let me help you!” She looked up just in time for a spoon full of porridge to appear.

“This… is a little embarrassing don’t you think?” Shyness took her as she looked at the spoon.

“Well I suppose it could be… But don’t you think it’s more important to get some food in you?”

After a long pause, she nodded.

This became the routine for the next several days. The same castle maid would come to feed her and help her get dressed. It was a pleasant sort of routine. And a very welcome change from only having Kaede as a friend. Particularly doing typically feminine things she wouldn’t think to do otherwise. Having her hair brushed and braided, eating sweets and idly chatting. It was a pleasant feeling that almost made her forget the reality of her life as a ninja.

Almost…

There was a frantic knock on her door one day. She heard deep voice before her friend called to her. “Can I come in?” It was clear she was hiding her distress.

“Of course.” The door slid open slowly and the maid shuffled inside. She fidgeted at the hem of her sleeves and glanced around. “Is something wrong?”

“It may be nothing but Master Sasuke told me to come sit with you and not leave until Little Sasuke came for me.” She looked back at the door. “He said everything was fine, but this is a bit odd, don’t you think?”

“I have a feeling I know why…” The ninja let out a long sigh. “I’m a fugitive ninja.”

“A what?” The maid didn’t seem to fully process the statement and it’s full ramifications.

“My whole clan defected from Iga. You don’t just quit being a ninja. Now they’re hunting us down. My very presence here was a huge risk for Lord Shingen to take on.” There was no small measure of regret in her voice as she slumped down. Her eyes sank to the floor. “If there’s a hunter here, anyone that gets in their way could be in danger. Even you.”

“Well I suppose that’s a risk Lord Shingen was willing to take. And so am I.” The maid shuffled closer and rested her hands on the ninja’s. When the ninja looked up the gaze looking back at was a powerful one. It seemed to be trying to convey something to her where words were not sufficient. Yet, she couldn’t quite grasp the meaning. “You’re never going to be a lone again. No matter how many hunters come for you, I’m going to be right here with you.” The ninja was at a loss for words. No one outside of the children of the night had expressed such solidarity with  her before.

“Thank… thank you…” It was not nearly enough to express the deep gratitude and warmth swelling inside her chest. It would have to do for now.

After a week or so, she was finally able to get herself ready and get out into the world on her own.

“Are you sure you should be up so soon?!” A worried exclamation drew her attention down the hall.

“There is still some weakness, but I feel much better now.”

Relief washed over the maid’s features, shoulders visibly sinking. “Would you like to take your meal in your room one last time?”

“I would, thank you. But I think I can feed myself now!” Though she was just teasing the maid turned a bit pink.

“Of course! I couldn’t help but notice your hands still seemed a bit weak yesterday. Will you need some help with your medicine making later?” She had never fathomed anyone but Kansuke ever working with her in medicine making.

“That would be a huge help, but don’t you have your own responsibilities?”

“Things have been pretty quiet around here since many of the retainers went back to their homes for the winter.” She took the breakfast tray into the ninja’s room as she replied.

“Oh… I suppose the makes sense. Well then, I would impose upon you for your assistance then.” She stopped and felt a bit uneasy. “But you’ve already done so much for me. I don’t know how to repay you as it is…”

“Just knowing you’re alive and well is enough for me!” It was an awkward exclamation followed by a hasty retreat.

“What was that all about?”

 “Ah ha ha ha! You’re quite good at this in no time at all!”

“You should see all the beans I have to mash for Saizo’s dango!”

“He does eat a lot of dango, doesn’t he?”

“Speaking of dango…” A voice from the doorway drew their collective attention. “Isn’t the little lady forgetting something?”

“You already had your dango for the day!” The maid exclaimed a bit exasperated.

“I do believe the deal was as many as I wanted all winter.” He smiled coyly at the maid which seemed to make her whither.

“That was the deal.” She looked to her friend apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’ll be back soon though!”

The ninja followed the maid’s form as she left the room. “What deal is she talking about?” She eyed Saizo with suspicion, though she couldn’t quite tell what reason she had to be suspicious of him.

He just shrugged. “Maybe you should ask her.”

She didn’t like his evasive answer and his sudden kindness in saving her life still troubled her. He had been ambivalent towards her at best up to that point. She decided to ask her maid friend when she got back. Except her mind went elsewhere. Went to her hands and how hard it was to grip the mortar and pestle to grind the herbs. If she couldn’t even do this much, what point was there? She was just useless all over again. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes from pain and frustration when another pair of hands folded over hers.

“Maybe it was a bit much to expect you to be able to do so much so soon.” She looked up to see the maid smiling gently at her, a tray of dango and tea in tow. She pulled the ninja’s hands from the pestle and started to gently rub them. It felt very soothing and incredibly intimate. “Maybe…” The maid’s face lit up with an idea. “I’ll be right back!” She dashed from the room with no further explanation.

“What was that all about?” With no one to answer, the ninja looked down at her hands. She found the absence of warmth and pressure oddly lonely. Don’t ask her why though.

“I have an idea!” The maid sat down triumphantly a piece of wood in hand. “I saw Master Sasuke doing this! You can start out with a larger knife and make larger shapes to train your hands again. As you get stronger and more dexterous you can do smaller and smaller figures and details!”

“That’s… actually not a bad idea… Except I don’t know the first thing about wood carving…”

Undaunted, the chef gestured behind her to one burly Sasuke. “That’s why I asked Master Sasuke to teach us!”

“Us?”

“Oh well you see I thought maybe I could apply the same techniques to food and make pretty presentations for the feasts and special occasions!”

Both ninja burst out laughing. There was something oddly endearing about it all that made the younger ninja feel warm inside all over again. Of course the maid would take it back to food, she always did.

Unfortunately, after that day the maid wasn’t able to spend as much time with her. Something was making it so they could only spend a few hours a day together. As much as the sudden distance bothered the ninja, she couldn’t think of a good way to broach the topic. Or why it was bothering her so much in the first place. She was sulking around the palace when she spotted the elder Sasuke. Maybe he would be more forthcoming than Saizo…

He gave her a serious look when he noticed her expression. “That’s not your usual look. What’s on your mind?”

“I was… well…” She tried to compose her thoughts and he patiently waited. “You wouldn’t happen to know what my maid friend has been so busy with, would you?” She ended up just blurting out the question before she lost her nerve. The whole scene made her more embarrassed than she thought it would.

Sasuke looked momentarily shocked. He started to chuckle when he saw her blush. “Well there are quite a few eligible bachelors around here to keep her busy, isn’t there?”

“That’s what I thought…” The words came out and her body crumpled in disappointment without her even actually thinking about it. It was only when Sasuke loosed a hearty laugh she realized what she actually said. Her cheeks turned a fiery crimson.

“I can’t say I ever expected that from you. But if you’re so curious, she’s been in the kitchens a lot making sweets for Saizo and I.”

“Why?” The explanation did little to ease her heart.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? When you didn’t come back like you were supposed to, she begged Saizo to go find you. He asked what was in it for him, ya know. So, she promised him all he dango he could eat for the whole winter.”

“She’s been making dango almost all day for the past few weeks?” She was even more confused now.

“If you’ve never seen the way Saizo eats dango, you wouldn’t understand. She made a deal with a devil in his own coin.” He clapped her on the shoulder briskly as he walked by.

“You said she was making sweet for you too. For the lessons, isn’t it?”

“I told she didn’t have to but she insisted something this important required payment.” He shrugged and walked off.

“But… why?”

“We are just a little bit dumb, aren’t we?” She huffed when she heard Saizo’s breezy insult float along on the frosty air.

“I suppose that means you know something I don’t?”

“Anything’s possible.” Saizo shrugged as he finally made his presence known.

“And you’re not going to tell me unless I pay up, are you?”

“Nope.”

The response made her fume.

“I will tell you one thing though. You should stop now before it’s too late.” The chill in his voice and mirthless eyes made her shiver involuntarily.

“You can’t save her like this.”

“Save her from what?”

“Your past.”

The words were like a shock of cold water down her back. He was right. She had grown far too complacent in the relative safety of the palace. The fact remained she was still a fugitive ninja. Hunters could come for her at any time and she had to be prepared to defend herself and those she loved. She wasn’t going to be left helpless a second time. Just then everything clicked into place and she gasped.

“Looks like we finally get it.” The painful way Saizo spoke just then made him seem so much closer. So much more human. And she did. She finally understood so many things. Especially her own feelings… and Saku’s.

 After that day she dedicated her time to getting strong and regaining her dexterity. She resolved to work just as hard as the one who saved her. If she wasn’t working on medicines, she was training with Sasuke in some way or another. When he was there that is… He wasn’t the most constant trainer.

“You’ve been hard at work lately.” Lord Shingen’s booming voice caught her attention as she trained alone in the garden.

“Oh!” She hastily bowed and tried to make herself more presentable. “Yes, thank you for noticing.”

“Why the sudden change?” He sounded genuinely interested. He folded his arms and waited for her response.

“I think… I think I found something I want to be able to protect. Not because of family ties, or as my job. I want to do it for me.” She answered resolutely as she looked him in the eye.

“Found your own light, eh?” He sounded impressed, a cocksure smile on his face. “I thought as much.”

“I suppose I have.” She smiled back.

“Then let me help you. Your grip is still weak, I know a few exercises to help with that.”

“Really?” She looked utterly shocked.

“You’re a Takeda. That means you’re my responsibility. If there’s something I can do to help you, you just have to ask.” He clapped her on the shoulder. “Besides, it will make things very interesting when Yukmura finds out.”

“Finds… out… what?” She looked at him confused.

“Who your light is.” He gave her a knowing smile and she instantly colored. As if on cue, the maid appeared in the hall carrying a mountain high tray of dango.

“I… um… It’s not really like THAT…”

“Like what exactly?” Shingen gave her another knowing smile as he leaned in close. “Are you implying Sasuke and I are like THAT?”

“UH… well that’s not really any of my business if you were! Oh! Is that Kansuke calling me? GOTTA GO!” She bowed hastily and disappeared as fast as she could.

She managed to bury herself in work in an effort to forget about the embarrassment of that unfortunate event. It was cold again that night and she found herself looking forward to a nice warm meal. That is until a familiar sound chased all other thoughts away. Instead they were replaced with dread. She pushed her door open and sure enough, there was a kunai embedded in the wood beside it. A note dangled from it with a very simple message.

“Tonight we end it where it all began.” If that had been all she would have ignored it. “Come or she dies.” She crumpled the note in a fist so tight her knuckles turned white. She hastily prepared all of her ninja tools and made for the meadow where she, Genya, and Saukya once frequented.

“Where’s the fire?” Sasuke asked trying to stop her, but she evaded his lazy attempt easily. She had a mission, self-appointed though it may have been, and no one was going to stop her. “That ain’t good…” Taking scant moments to change himself, Sasuke followed after her.

She pondered why now, why take her friend like this. As she did, cold wetness hit her cheek. She pushed forward even as one flake became a thousand. Just as the white drowned out her vision, the static of focus drowned out all other thoughts. It didn’t matter the reason. She needed to save her friends. Both of them. Somehow.

She thought she could be strong enough to do what needed to be done. As she followed the trajectory of the kunai in the ground she met his eyes. That’s when she knew this would be far more difficult than she ever could have imagined. The pure white snow falling around them belied the dark past they both shared. One full of death and suffering.

“Why’d you have to bring her into this, Saku? She has nothing to do with this.” She did her best to hide the pain in her voice. To put on a tough, unaffected face. She knew it was folly, he could always see right through her even if she could barely see beneath his surface anymore. Even so, she was willing to gamble she still knew him well enough to get all of them out of this alive.

“I needed a guarantee you’d show up.” He replied tersely as he dug the tip of his kunai into the maid’s throat.

“You know I would show up just for you. Always have, always will.” She gripped her own kunai a little tighter. “Do you know why that is, Saku?”

“You still foolishly cling to the idea that the boy you once knew is still hiding inside me somewhere?” His tone was cold as ice as he spoke, telling her he thought she was wrong.

“You’re childhood friends, aren’t you?” Tears started welling up in the maid’s eyes as she asked. “I… can’t even imagine how hard this must be for both of you.” She swallowed hard to clear the emotional strain from her voice and the kunai bit in just enough to make her bleed. “If Inuchiyo and I were to ever meet as enemies… It’s bad enough I can hardly speak with him anymore because we’re on different sides…”

The ninja didn’t miss Sakuya’s fleeting look of recognition. She pressed the maid for more information, grasping at a thin thread of hope. “Inuchiyo?”

“That’s his childhood name. The people he works with in Owari know him as Maeda Toshiie.”

Sakuya’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly. It was enough to tell the ninja all she needed to know. The maid was safe, and Saku was still in there somewhere. “Sakuya works for the lord of Owari. Maybe he could deliver a message for you.”

The maid’s eyes went large and she started to shake her head but stopped when the kunai bit in again. “It’s too late to say the things I want to say to him. I’m… certain it would only make things more difficult for him.”

“Because you love him?” A tightness pulled at the ninja’s chest.

“Because he loves me.” The maid answered after shaking her head. “I love him but we could never be together. Not anymore. He’s gone to places I could never hope to follow since becoming a samurai.”

“I don’t think he cares about station.” Sakuya finally interjected quietly. His white knuckle grip on his kunai loosened slightly. “He talks about you all the time.”

“She talks about you all the time too. She never said you were a ninja though. I suppose I should have known that though.”

Sakuya gave the other ninja an icy look.

“I’m sorry, Sakuya. For putting you through all this and for not realizing sooner how you felt.” Her stance eased to mirror Sakuya’s. “Do you really think killing me is going to help? Or killing her?”

“It’s my duty as a ninja to kill a fugitive like you. She’s just collateral.”

“What about your duty to your heart and your humanity?” She was gaining ground and it emboldened her. She took a step towards him. “If they really are dead and cast aside as you would have already killed me. Her too.”

“Take another step and she will be.” Sakuya’s guard was back up now.

“I want to propose a deal. Let her return to Tsutsujigasaki unharmed and I take this.” She held up a pouch he was very familiar with. “Everyone gets what they want, no one walks away with blood on their hands.”

“Is that…?” Sakuya seemed hesitant to believe she was proposing what it appeared.

“It is. You can take it with you as proof when this is all over. They can test the remaining contents.”

Sakuya hesitated a moment longer before letting the maid go. She ran teary eyed up to the ninja and embraced her tightly.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but please don’t leave me.”

“Please trust me, this is for the best.” She gave the maid’s hands a firm squeeze and an earnest look.

“I do. So, you better come back to me.” The maid gave her an earnest look of her own.

“Sasuke, I know you’re back there.” When she called he appeared from the shadows. “Take her back to the palace.”

“And you?”

She motioned for him to come close and she whispered in his ear. He couldn’t hide his grim expression at what she said.

“If that’s what you really want.”

“It is.”

With that, Sasuke scooped the maid up in his arms and was gone. No other words were exchanged as she brought the pouch to her mouth and consumed the contents. Then she threw it to him. He tucked it away in the folds of his clothes before approaching her. The closer he got, the more she could make out his troubled expression. He had almost reached her when the strength gave out of her legs. He caught her though, and held her close.

“This should happen quickly.” She explained as he kneeled down and cradled her head to his shoulder. “Then you really should get out of the cold.”

“You’re the one that’s dying here.”

“Why are you bleeding?” Ignoring his admonishment, she asked him weakly.

“That maid proved more troublesome than I thought.”

“She is really strong for her size.”

“She had some fundamental moves and was able to anticipate my actions at first.” He brushed the hair out of her face as he laid her down. “I suspect I have you to thank for that.”

“No… I don’t know… who taught her…” She fought to keep her eyes open as she looked up at him. It took her a moment to register he was teary eyed. “No crying now.” She tried to lift her hand up to wipe his tears away but came woefully short. “It’s all going to be ok!”

“How can you say that at a time like this?!” He shook her a bit more roughly than he meant during his outburst. “Take the antidote! I know you have it!”

She just smiled warmly. “Do you know what I’ve learned as a ninja? Make sure no one can figure out your plan until it’s too late to stop it.”

“What?”

He leaned in close to hear her weak voice whisper something just before she slipped away.

 Follow Sakuya

 Follow the maid

 Stay and wait

[girlbookwrm]

i can’t believe i’m doing this

@jhscdood​ listen i got No Time to write the fics for this right now, but have some Fellowship of the Pod People (but not like that) Headcanons.

@ all of the rest of you, please for Eru’s sake help yourselves: literally nothing would make me happier than to have someone else write this shit so i could read it like the lazy asshole i am.

None of this will make a DAMN LICK OF SENSE if you aren’t familiar with the Not Your Mama’s ABO Clownfish AU that @silentwalrus1​ created with @skellerbvvt​ and @galwednesday​ in the Magnificently Weird MCU Stucky Gem Scents & Sensibility 

shit this got hella long don’t look at me but please all feel free to correct/expand/modify because I just whipped these off to decompress after a long day

The Númenóreans are responsible for all that “reef” “pod” and assorted “fishy” terminology, so while “pod” “reef” etc may be the accepted academic names, they’re often replaced with local variants and colloquialisms. The Númenóreans picked this linguistic quirk up from the sea-obsessed Noldor elves, so it’s sometimes used in Rivendell and Lothlorien too.

(The Sindar elves fucking hate that)

(Sindar use bee euphemisms instead. It’s all “hives” and “skeps” etc etc etc. Try to tell me Thranduil isn’t a Queen Bee. I FUCKIN DARE U. The wine is all honey mead. Hex honeycomb aesthetic for the win. Even the dungeons.)

(FYI Dwarves ALSO have a Hexagonal Aesthetic and that just Really Gets Thranduil’s Goat.)

everyone’s got their own local names for alphas and omegas too because seriously who fucking came up with that, i bet there’s a whole appendix at the end of the red book about terminology and shit

(Now I’m having meta thoughts about linguistics and there being a clownfish!Tolkien to go with the clownfish!Middle Earth. And now I’m thinking about the Inklings being a pod and if i follow THAT rabbit hole any further I’ll fu cki ng  AS C E N DHJKfghjk.)

Anyway

Men smell gross. Everyone else is agreed upon this. Unflattering comparisons to badgers and weasels have been made.

This makes “MANFLESH” 12000% more hilarious ur welcome

it’s funny cuz Men are big into perfumes. Incense! Herb Sachets! Oils and tinctures! Have you ever seen a olde tyme perfumers’ box? That kinda shit. Everyone has their Signature Smell.

but elves especially are like you still smell like man stop trying to hide it.

The Dúnedain embrace The Musk. (some have fully weaponized it)

this is very important: Aragorn Smells Amazing. (to be clear, still very Man Smelling, but awesome. first time he goes all I AM UR KING everyone in the throne room goes a little glassy eyed.)

Minas Tirith, being old, is very Old Numenorean Oceanic Aesthetic. Give me all that white stone carved to look like coral and driftwood holy shit YES. 

WHITE! TREE!! GARDEN!!! 

ATHELAS!!!! SCENTED!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!! (pairs well with lemon and other citrus smells.)

veering away from Gondor now

The Rohirrim stick with horse metaphors because of course they fucking do. Also, since they’re more nomadic, the entire concept of a “reef” as in a physical structure is kind of ??????? to them. So. “Reefs” = “herds” and “pods” = “bands.” 

Fresh Hay is considered to be Peak Homely Smell in Edoras. Tapestries! Only The Softest and Nicest and Most Beautifully Tooled leather! leather smells!

OH SHIT GIVE ME ALPHA-FOR-LIFE-EOWYN MEETING FOREVER!OMEGA FARAMIR *HEAVY BREATHING*

(oh shit while we’re in the neighborhood, Dúnedain Rangers tend to be solitary As, which spooks the natives like whoa, but the Ithilien Rangers are generally O, and their waterfall hideout is totes a big ole reef.)

hang on i forgot about elves

Listen, I’m not super into elves myself but I’m imagining that they are perpetually switching back and forth between A and O depending on the day — nay, the HOUR — and the extremes between A and O are much less extreme for them than other races.

Every other race finds this super weird and disturbing.

Legolas is like “hm this forest is making me feel very O.” And Aragorn and Gimli are just like ‘what’ and then suddenly Leggy smells very O too and Aragorn and Gimli are like ‘WHAT’

Feänor is the exception. He turned the dial all the way to A and broke the goddamn knob off.

Galadriel can go from Maximum Softe O to Roid Rage A in .0004 seconds. “iiiinstead of a dark lord yyYYOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEEEEEN!!!1!” and the Hobbits are literally bowled over.

Elves in general smell woody but also very ocean-y i think? Have you ever stood in a pine forest by the ocean, where you get those light, clean wood and cedar and pine smells all shot through with sea breeze? Like That.

But elves are more into visual/audio. Soft singing. Leaves moving in the breeze. The whisper of pages in a library. 

and the light. Elves are lighting wizards, they are all about that gentle starglow.

(I’m also having thoughts about the Lothlorien Elves embracing that A-ish urge to be Up High. A holdover from Galadriel’s time with the feanoreans? I'm not as up on silm lore as I should be)

but let’s get back to my happy place: 

THE MUTHAFUCKIN SHIIIIIIIIRE

Hobbits really embrace dat sweet sweet O lifestyle. good food and warm hearths. throw blankets and pillows. hugging and cuddle puddles and playing footsie. gardens. Gardens. G A R D E N S. 

“Going A” is done as rarely as possible. the transition takes about a month and Hobbits who are “going A” tend to call in sick like it’s some unsightly thing. 

Tooks have an unusually high rate of going A. Of course they do.

Bilbo has never gone A. Not! Once!

Neither has Frodo.

Sam did, after the breaking of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin did, in Fangorn, when they grew six inches. The three of them all stayed A after that, for the most part. YES EVEN SAMWISE. it was v scandalous.

Hobbit “reefs” are called “warrens” (unless ur rich, then they’re Smials and they’re Only For Family) and their “pods” are “nests.” “Nesting” is a whole Thing.

Hobbits! Smell! Like! Baked! Goods! Not sweet but like… warm. Humans sometimes turn their noses up and call it a “yeasty” or “beery” smell but it’s usually much more a rising-bread smell. Pipeweed smoke and sweet florals make a nice contrast to the perpetual bakery window smell.

Hobbits are very mouth/taste/chew oriented. Mouthfeel is a Big Deal. Recipe Books are Heirlooms. Courting is frequently Food/Drink Oriented.

Rosie Cotton brews the finest ale in all the land and she did that for the express purpose of seducing Samwise Gamgee

He Did Not Realize.

Courting that is not food/drink oriented is Flower/Plant oriented.

Sam Gamgee became the finest gardener in all the land in the desperate hope of wooing Mr. Frodo.

He Did Not Realize.

Everyone Else Realized. Merry and Pippin especially considered it Peak Comedy.

(they eventually worked it out.)

last but not least:

there’s just no way around it. Dwarves smell like dirt. nice dirt tho! Petrichor and stone with hints of copper and metals. Smoke smells. Rich spice smells. Eau de forge is considered a particularly desirable perfume. Dwarves don’t particularly notice smell though (for reasons that will become apparent) when it comes to Softe Things they’re much more about dem sweet sweet sparklies, and fur, and being super fucking tactile.

Dwarves are SUPER into haircare, like, every night the Company of Thorin makes a braid circle and exchanges hair beads. 

(elves are also super into hair care. this too really Gets Tharanduil’s Goat)

Dwarf social structure is like… hobbits in reverse. They tend to default to A status, hence their general rowdiness but with strict codes of conduct to help manage conflict. They’re just these huge roving groups of A’s just rough-and-tumbling around their one O. dogpiles are peak pod bonding. aaaaand the alpha reek kind of tends to make them all a little noseblind.

Poor Bilbo.

Lucky, Lucky Bilbo.

But also poor, poor Bilbo.

Most dwarf Royals go O, but Thorin hadn’t been O since he was 24 and got chased out of Erebor by that pesky dragon.

Dwarf “reefs” and “pods” have their own terms in Khuzdul that do not translate well but have to do with crystal growth. Rough translations are “lattices” and “cells” (Hence the hexagon aesthetic)

Wizards Have No Designation. They Smell Like Gunpowder and Lightning. It Is Very Disturbing For Everyone Around Them.

A

N

Y

W

A

Y

Give me EveryoneLives!au Hobbit stuff. Bilbo trying to homely up the lonely mountain! Thorin going O and chilling the fuck out as a result! 

Give me fellowship!pod!! Aragorn is the diplomat! Pippin is the wild child! Gimli is the Adventurer! Frodo is the peacekeeper! Boromir is the den mother!

How Much More Heartrending is the Breaking of the Fellowship if the fellowship was a pod????

and then you’ve got the fractured podlings: Merry and Pippin bonding hard with their new Rohan and Gondor stress-pods. Sam going A to protect Frodo from Gollum while Frodo tries to adopt this weird frog into their pod. The Three Hunters as Nick, Nora and Nelson (Gimli is Nick, Leggy is Nora, Aragorn is Nelson.)

Give me post-war Legolas and Aragorn and Gimli (and Arwen too) breaking cultural boundaries and proving that yes! Interracial Pods Can Work! these differences are cultural, and cultures can be melded! nothing wrong with this! if half-elves exist and can have kids of their own, then elves and men are not separate species, and I’d bet a significant limb that the same is true of all the other races so

GIVE IT TO ME

ok i gotta stop now.

...

yeah there’s probably a star trek one of these coming too

kill me

(And hey jhscdood I’m not saying you have to come back at me with more lotr clownfish or ocean’s 11/Star Wars/M*A*S*H/Leverage/West Wing/whatever clownfish But I would certainly consider it a Fair Exchange if you did. MORE INSTITUTIONALIZED SOFTISM. MAXIMUM SOFT FISH FRIENDS.)

[1800areyouslapping]

Ahhh, so i really want to post some of my ff but im super scared that it's rubbish but also im scared that people will be weird about the kinks (like the incesty or dark stuff idk) 😅😥 I'm like 3000 words into a pseudo-cest Gabe/reader thing and i feel like it's shit. (Also, feel free to say no but i was wondering if u would grant me permission to flesh out that abo ask i sent u a while back? Obvs I'll tag/link u if u say yes but no pressure) ~tmh

Whenever I first starting posting I thought everything I wrote was shit and that nobody would find any interest in it, hell I still think my stuff is shit a lot, smh. The feelings are really gonna come and go, tbh. But what I’ve learned especially from this blog in particular is that there is going to be an audience for everything and you can find people who will appreciate your work. 

And when I say that I’ll proofread something for you guys that’s not an empty offer, I really will be happy to (granted your patient with me). Trust me, I know from personal experience how much more confidence it gave me to have a friend edit my work when I first started publishing online. It also took me literal months of working through anxiety to post the first chapter of “family first.” I almost just kept that to myself and came very close to deciding to just let my friend read it as I wrote it, at least that way I was sharing with somebody. 

So I totally get being scared, but sometimes you just gotta dive on in you know? On the off chance that somebody's weird about it (it has happened to me a few times but I’ve been writing TONS of this shit for several months), try really try not to take it personally and move on. I’ll admit it’s easy for me, and may not be as easy for you. But I’ve seen people get unwarranted comments about much less problematic™ shit than this stuff. When you post things online that stuff’s always going to be a risk no matter what subject matter you’re writing about. I don’t know if any of this counts as advice but I hope it helps lol

The thicc!omega AU with the Alpha Shimada’s? Please go ahead! I’d flush it out myself but I’ve got a lot on my plate especially with the Scion!Hanzo hype and only so much brain power lol. And I’d love to read more about my favorite boys :3 So please tag or even message me! I’d never stumble upon it on my own otherwise.   

[cinnaminsvga]

Can I dare ask you to recommend some jk s-smut?

YOU JUST ASKED THE MOST DANGEROUS QUESTION OF ALL TIME HOE!!! YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE WHAT FUCKED UP SHIT I READ IN THE DOWNTIME HAJSHDJHAD (note: a lot of the stuff I’m gonna link is mxm because HO BOY DO I READ A LOT OF THOSE hope you don’t mind!!) bold are all time faves!!

↳ reader insert

wonder by @nchu - This is a Thing and I am forever grateful to OP for writing this wowowowoow

protégé by @baeseoul - A classic JK smut fic, of course I had to put this in here hsjdhjxzn

not so honest by @wonhopes - READ THIS FOR A GOOD TIME WOW (I think this was one of my first JK smut fics?? Always a classic in my heart)

50% Polyester by @perpetually-jungshook - UMM THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HER FIRST FIC WHICH IS SO DAMN CUTE THEN WE GOT SHY!KOOK SMUT,,,, omg you guys you don’t know how much I love shy!kook?? i’m so whipped oh my,,,

Teething pt 1 by @sue-bts - I’m like 101% sure every hybrid fic reader has read this hybrid fic at least once in their life and honestly I am always a Hoe for bunny!kook like,,, geez plz end me

Under the Bridge by @rbuns - UMM MORE HYBRID JUNGKOOK BECAUSE I AM WEAK ok bye

BunBun by JungkookieNoona - HYBRID JUNGKOOK ALWAYS A SMUT STAPLE YEEEET

stuffed pumpkin by @floralseokjin - Why did I enjoy this fic more than I should!! Wow me: a hoe for car sex! ! !

baby boy by @itskimtaehyung - Me: a hoe with a mommy kink LMAO

↳ mxm (MOSTLY YOONKOOK BECAUSE I’M TRASH)

color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways) by siderum - [YOONKOOK] This is a sequel to one of my all-time favorite yoonkook fics, the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day!! It’s not super duper explicit smut, but it’s really sweet and gives a little closure to the first part 🤧 Also??? Yoongi is one Thirsty Bitch (relatable tbh)

pretty damn good by skswriting - [YOONKOOK] THIGH FUCKING NEED I SAY FUCKING MORE???? FUCK

Baby, Let Me Educate Ya by IshtarFish - [YOONKOOK] UNEXPERIENCED JUNGKOOK ASKING HIS YOONGI HYUNG TO TEACH HIM HOW TO GIVE A BLOWJOB A+++ WILL ALWAYS RECOMMEND

You Shine So Bright Series by TheHalesNyx - [YOONKOOK] Ok so this is a pretty long series and the smut isn’t the main point of the story but??? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS FIC!!! One of the best Yoonkook fics out there ho boy 

Pretty Boy by Spoonfulofsuga - [YOONKOOK] UHHHH CROSSDRESSING JUNGKOOK I AM SORRY WHY AM I LIKE THIS (y’all know how much I love baby boys hhhhh well here yOU GO)

once upon a time, i was all alone by peachtae - [YOONKOOK] Yoonkook phone sex because I am a Wretched Human Being

But I Want It Anyway by marchdahlia - [YOONKOOK] Jungkook: says daddy; Me and Yoongi: NUTS INTO THE FOURTH DIMENSION

game changer by markerlimes (sunmi) - [YOONKOOK; OT7xJK] UMMMM DID YALL EVER WATCH THAT ONE GAYO EP WHEN THEY TICKLED EACH OTHER TO MAKE THEM SPIT OUT THE WATER? WELL. WELL! ! !

bergen, 4:30 a.m. by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] I took one look at the tags and saw “Finger Sucking” and then now Here I Am, barbeque sauce on my titties,,,

0111100101101111011101010111001001110011 by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] Y’all ever seen an android and be like “Damn I’d like to fuck that” well then you and Jungkook are the Same

Run This Town Series by dreamingdaegu - [YOONKOOK] TBH YOU CAN IGNORE EVERY SINGLE OTHER REC IN THIS LIST AND JUST READ THIS ENTIRE SERIES!!! YOU WILL DIE but in a good way!! Also??? We all need stripper!jk at All Times so,,, here u go

Storytime by Trilluvium - [TAEKOOK] Jungkook jacks it to IU but Taehyung jacks it to Jungkook so 1+1=they jack off together in the same room it’s wildt

Somewhere Close to Reality by Trilluvium - [OT7xJK; TAEKOOK] VERY VERY DUBIOUS IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF BUT HERE I AM,,, READING THIS FILTH (umm so basically jungkook stops time and kinda,,, um,,, with his hyungs,,, UHHH)

Mommy’s Boy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] UMMMM jungkook has a mommy kink for jimin,,, i don’t know what else to say i’m sorry

I Got It From My Daddy by Honey0613 - [YOONKOOK] Sometimes I go to church I Swear (THIS IS SO HOT LOL)

Fucking Flithy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] JUNGKOOK LICKS JIMINS UNDERWEAR IM SORRY

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out by wicked_lovely - [YOONKOOK] BRATTY JUNGKOOK GETS [redacted] BY YOONGI :—-)

Fireflies and Waterfalls by SaltyAuntSuga - [YOONKOOK] Soulmate!AUs with smut,,, ah yes what a damn gem

Kiss It Better by mintsoda - [YOONKOOKMIN] UMM NORMALLY I HATE ABO FICS BUT THIS... THIS

Pawn it off by rix - [TAEKOOK] If you’re a taekook shipper,,, get your panties ready tbh LMAO

I have a ton of other fic recs but I’m too lazy so this is all you’re getting at the moment sorry 🤙👏 have fun reading all this filth!! happy holidays wahoo

[perfectdagger]

Okay here we go 3, 13, 15, 17, 46

Sorry it took us forever to answer this, anon! But here we go:

3. name three favorite writers

Steph: I was just going through the fics I’ve read the other day and I realized that the authors I have actually read more works from were: green_feelings @greenfeelings, stylinsoncity @alienproof and cherrystreet @cherrystreet, and I really like their stories very much (I cry thinking about Empty Skies, To the Ends of the Earth and 7 Up), so there we go. (AND ALRIGHT, YES, YOU ARE MY FAVE SYN, EVEN THO YOU HAVEN’T WRITTEN  MY BDAY FIC YET)

Syn: unbelievable you didn’t answer it was me steph go away and think about your life choices but know you’re mine either way  it will be a cold dead day in hell before i put anyone besides my absolute GODDESSES so i know this shit should be about larry but listen…….. Lightning on the Wave literally molded me as a person and if you like drarry you should YOU SHOULD read her work. it’s literally been 8 years and i’m still not over this Arc. also if you’re a slytherin? you should do it because of the sheer sly pride it oozes. lucius/narcisa is the GODDAMN BEST THING like they fight while they dance tango? honestly please do yourself a favor and read this i beg you. also harry is slytherin and has a twin but don’t get freaked out because of it i swear the connor thing is actually very interesting. anyway, then I have the love of my life Annie_D (scaramouche) because i’m still destiel trash  AS FUCK even if i don’t even watch spn anymore. about larry now……….. the first fic i ever read and that is still to this day one of my fav ones is Gods and Monsters by @mizzwilde and tbh i love y&b but i can’t belieb people sleep on gods and monsters so much HONESTLY PEOPLE (steph: YAS GODS AND MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!)

also VERY SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO EVERY WRITER OUT THERE DOING GOD’S WORK AND WRITING GIRL!DIRECTION I LOVE YOU (steph: I second that)

13. hardest character to write

Steph: I don’t know, I’m more used to writing only Harry and Louis and they are always somehow similar in my fics, I guess. But it’s been a little roller coaster of feelings to write them in IYEWBIL hahaha (syn: little roller coaster? YOU’VE CRIED TWICE ALREADY that’s an euphemism if i ever heard any)

Syn : i was talking about this with steph and tbh i struggle a bit with harry? i love his quirkiness and shit but i guess i kinda understand where louis comes from more

15. hardest verse to write

Steph: (I’m assuming this is verse as in a part of the fic and not verse as in universe, ‘cause then it would be ABO LOL) I don’t wanna say it was hard, because it flowed naturally, but the break up scene in ELTHDIM was very heavy. Also, Marcel appearing at Louis’ again after 2 years in the interludio: I cried writing that. Not that it was hard, but it was very sentimental. (if we’re talking about having a hard time writing anything, then I did have a hard time with writing my fic for the Potter Direction Exchange, but that’s a whole other thing). But I guess, the hardest thing for me to write is yet to come, so I’m bracing myself and people who are reading IYEWBIL should too lol

Syn: (but when have you ever written abo steph? (: (steph: i wouldn’t know ehehehehe)) fighting scenes are A BITCH and i don’t mean verbal fighting because i ace at those, i mean actual fighting punching and shit. don’t ask where this is coming from tho

17. favorite AU to write 

Steph: So far I’ve written: a single parents au, a coffeeshop au, a fake relationship au and two hogwarts aus (Mistletoes & Wrackspurts Series and the one for the Potter Direction Exchange) and I think it’s because M&W has been the longest one, I’m having more fun writing it. But also the fake relationship au was great to write hahaha

Syn: HARRY POTTER AU HANDS DOWN because i live and breath hp and muggle!louis/wizard!harry is the best of both worlds HOW CAN I NOT DIG THAT but now i discovered a new love in writing my catwoman!au so i guess y’all should ask about those fighting scenes i guess

(steph: i hope you’re all ready for this catwoman!au, that’s all i’m gonna say)

46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

Steph: I don’t think I have any story written that I haven’t published? Syn has tons lol I’ll leave this one to her.

Syn: don’t expose me like that steph but yeah i do my draft has right now about 5 works in progress HAHA and yes one of those if your gift u cry baby

ok so er under the cut is a piece of my god-knows-when-will-come-but-i’m-currently-on-chapter-3-of-who-the-fuck-knows-how-many catwoman au in which yes harry styles is catwoman y’all know why exactly

also if there’s any dc fan out there please hmu cuz i’d love to have some help haha

Louis heard a small click, their earpiece connection turning off. He rolled his shoulders inside his uniform, suddenly wary of the silence echoing inside the empty store. Normally the black (and dark blue) of his Nightwing costume worked as a camouflage in his environment, much like Batman’s did as well, but he felt exposed inside the lighten up vault as he looked for anything that could help catch the bastard behind the 3 X’s. He took his time, checking the floor, the empty cabinets, the empty shelves, anything and everything. Still, nothing. So he went back to the door, analyzing the scratches there (he still couldn’t believe it, fucking scratches) with his gloved hand caressing them softly.

“Glad to see you admire my work.”

Louis quickly threw a batarang to where the deep, drawled out voice came from, taking his sticks out when he saw the silhouette had dodged his attack. He’d heard no one come in, where did the fucker come from? Fucker was silent, silent like…

He saw a movement come from his side as he exited the vault, blocking the punch with his forearm, getting kneeled in the stomach a second after, too surprised he was by the fast attack. He gasped and stepped backwards, raising his sticks to avoid being clawed - what the fuck, his brain registered in confusion - at, blocking every time, left, right, left, right, right, left, both, the clank of the claws against his shatterproof sticks echoing in the empty store. He was glad his mask had nightvision, otherwise he’d be even more susceptible to the attacks, his reflexes matching them and being able to hold his own in the darkened store, the streetlights weak, reflecting on the empty jewelry display around them, not enough to show much of the person trying to rip his face in two. Speaking of which, Louis concentrated, paying attention to the silhouette in front of him, narrowing his eyes to identify what-

His mistake. Between a block from his hand and another, Louis felt a kick in his stomach, strong enough to push him back into one of the glass tables that held jewelry before, the sound of shattering glass hiding his groan of pain. Fuck, that’d hurt. He blinked, a grimace from pain in his face as he tried to get himself up and look at what he was sure looked like-

A slick noise and then he was on the floor, pieces of glass dragging beneath him as he was pulled by his feet towards his attacker, who was suddenly looking down at him from above, faces inches apart, a smirk in place and black mask covering half of his face.

“Catwoman.”

Satisfied, he smiled bigger, maliciously, leaning down to lick Louis’ cheek. Louis turned his head in disgust, enough to recognize it was a long whip Catwoman secured in her hand and had used to lock his feet and drag him forward.

“Meow.” She whispered in his ear that was just in front of Catwoman’s face as he turned it more to the side. Louis used the distraction her smugness must be to punch her to the side, taking her out of top. She scuffled sideways, gracefully going back to her feet while Louis took the whip from out of his feet.

Then he took a moment to realize what was in front of him.

“You’re a man.”

“My, my, Nightwing, shouldn’t an agent of law and good know better than to designate gender to his comrades?” Catwoman teased, his (her?) voice deep, a small pout forming in his lips.

“You’re not a comrade.” Louis answered irritated, fucking pissed the fucker was teasing him after everything he’d put him through the last months.

Also, he’d licked him. Who even does that.

“No, I’m not.” Catwoman moved his hips slowly, as if he was preparing himself for an attack, as if he was having fun. “I am, however, a man.”

Louis hummed, twirling his sticks in his hands, watching every move the man made in front of him, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“Should I be calling you Catman, then? Instead of Catwoman?”

He scoffed, as if the notion was ridiculous. “Of course not. Catwoman is a title that was so gracefully bestowed upon me, why would I change it? Besides,” he stopped his moving, standing still - too still - in the middle of the floor. “I like how you say it.”

[handmaidenoftheempress]

A meeting not by chance

[[Drabble regarding what happens after Vashj’s canon death. An encounter with a nightborne female in a teahouse has Syndras Shadowstar taken aback. Technically an AU and I will tag it as such. Setting: Darkshore Timeline: Legion. Artwork is mine. Syndras Shadowstar belongs to @eternityinseconds ]]

It was some time after Suramar had lifted its' aeons-long veil, that Syndras Shadowstar found himself, for the fourth time in one week,  sitting in a popular tea-house situated in the Broken Shore.  Laboring intensively in the years since the Cataclysm, the Darnassian folk had largely  rebuilt the fishing village formerly known as "Auberdine", building around the gullies and shattered earth that stretched throughout the confines of Darkshore.      

  Granted, a patch of broken architecture still stretched out upon the sands like a beached whale, with a placard which bore tribute to the souls lost when the village was torn apart. It was a deliberate reminder of what had happened, and could still happen, if dark forces broke forth from their prisons once more, to wage war upon the world.    

     Be that as it may, Professor Shadowstar, as he was known in scholarly circles, known well for his infamous "Shadowstar Chronicles" and several highly important archaeological discoveries, was thinking of none of these things, though the sight of the rent earth, that had just recently begun to heal itself, always triggered certain memories for him.     

     One could not be certain what he was thinking of, for he communicated little, and though his fine, handsome features, well-proportioned figure, and remarkable mane of long, silver hair had drawn many interested admirers over those few days, he had quickly shooed them off, preferring to drink alone, and scribble madly in a large leather journal when the notion took him. 

     The days went by. Crowds of people came and went in the teahouse. The professor, pausing only to sleep in a room in the nearby tavern, sat in his usual spot near the back of the room, eating little and drinking endless cups of tea, of which he took a few sips and allowed to grow cold. The truth was, no one could make tea as well as his wife Ky'anna. Not even the fabled Pandaren, who ran the tea-shop conjointly with its' Darnassian owners. Besides, he had not come for the tea. He came, as he always did to this place, for reasons of his own.      

     If he had thought on it a little harder, he would have remembered, and he did not wish to remember. Did not wish to think on the fact that there was one other who had made tea as well as Ky'anna. Since the lifting of the veil at Suramar, thoughts of her had come to his mind far too frequently, and he did not wish to explore them further. It would only lead to more brooding, something he could ill afford at the moment.        

     His archaeological grants were nearing their time of renewal and he raced against the clock to uncover certain artifacts before such ill-gotten groups as the Twilights' Hammer got their filthy claws on them. Not to mention that cursed Blood Elf who had taken it upon himself to dig up the lands around the recently uncovered city....     

     Someone was interrupting his line of thought. He looked up irritably, quill still set to parchment. "Pardon?" A woman with violet skin that had an odd sheen to it, and clad in the serving uniform of the tea-house, had seated herself across from him, having set down his order before him. Long, pale lashes framed elegantly shaped eyes, Syndras taking in her appearance before realizing momentarily what she was. Nightborne. 

     His chin tilted up slightly as he regarded her loftily. "I wondered how long it would take before your people began showing up on our shores. Regardless..." He quirked an eyebrow at her as she stared back at him, the almond-shaped eyes glinting oddly as he felt himself being assessed. "I do not appreciate being bothered by the serving-staff of this place for the sixth time this week. Kindly take this", here he flung down a silver piece none too gracefully, "And begone".   

     The slightest bit of a chuckle escaped her as she continued to regard him, his tea already poured before he knew it. "Well now. I fight through the darkness of the Void itself and am clothed and ready to greet my prince...and look how he denies me". It was a well-known phrase from an ancient story of a star-spirit that had died and had to fight her way back to her lover, only to find him changed beyond recall, and with no memory of his past love.

    But her teeth had come down upon her bottom lip, even as she handed him the steaming brew, sweetened with just a hint of honey. The fragrant aroma of sweet berry and jasmine wafted to his nostrils even as he took it, glaring at her. "You sit down before me without permission, and now you dare to toy with one of your best-paying customers? I will have words w-"     

     But one long, elegant finger had come to her lips. "Ohh, I know well that the esteemed Professor does not wish to be disturbed. But...you must forgive me. I have only begun working here, and was told to get myself used to the tea-house, and its' customers. This brew you see here...is of a rare, exotic flower blended with dried fruit...and laced with a touch of edible gold. It was the managers' desire that you try it...and see what you think". And indeed, there were tiny gold flecks floating about in the tea-water, the cup rimmed with the hint of sweetness and garnished with an exotic bloom.

     He stared at her. Something about those eyes was mesmerizing; both the woman and her stance were puzzling to him. A very clear memory came to his head. He shook himself slightly to clear the image, and without quite knowing what he was doing, he took a sip....and then another, and another. "This...is quite remarkable. Certainly better than the normal sw- er, the normal brew they serve. What did you say your name was?" He took another sip of the tea; that she had moved to the seat beside him went unnoticed for the moment.     

      "Venlaria Shadoweve". The slight smile remained; the voice, lilting, soft as silk, combining medium and low tones, had him frowning slightly; he was confused, but did not understand why. His eyes narrowed . Hers stared calmly back at him. The brew was beyond excellent; the tea house was of course renowned for its high standards, yet no one had served him a tea like this, since a time almost beyond recall.       

      "Well, Venlaria..", he had been about to compliment her on the tea and dismiss her, yet something stopped him. "From where in Suramar do you hail?" Surreptitiously, he had pulled the journal to him; he took another long draught of tea, before withdrawing a small piece of charcoal from the rolled cloth he used to store his writing and drawing implements. His hand moved almost imperceptibly as he began to sketch her. A Nightborne face, most definitely. Yet there was something subtle that hid beneath. Something directly at odds with the woman she appeared to be....   

      "Oh, I was not from Suramar, originally.  Yet I was caught there when the Legion came...and, thank goodness, rescued. I owe much to those who came to save us." Her smile was indulgent, and sweet, but there was a sadness behind it. "I have come to make my way in the world, and find myself lost, and looking for a home, for the place I left behind was never that to me".

     "Ah". He did not want to ask her any more questions about Suramar. Did not wish to think of the possibility that his parents might yet live...or might have become the poor withered wretches the Kaldorei in Suramar had worked so hard to cure.  He had finished sketching her face; he was now adding, for some reason, a hairpiece, and a choker to the figure on the parchment.   

     She had refilled his tea, and garnished it again; to his surprise, he realized he had drained his first cup. Long lashes fluttered downwards as her gaze swept the length of him, something he oddly did not mind; an interminable amount of time seemed to pass between them, and while it was true that he had initially wanted to dismiss her, his mind was fractured, elsewhere. He would have blamed it on the tea, and the woman before him, but there were times, such as this moment, where Syndras doubted his sanity. Perhaps he had spent too long cooped up in his tower...    

     She was now speaking to him of the blooms she had begun to cultivate on trellises surrounding the teahouse; she hoped that they would take by winter. Snorting slightly, he replied, "It is clear that you do not know of the weather in these parts. In this place, the only snow we get is the remnants of dried druid feces that blow through the village".    

      He finished his third cup, looking around to make sure no-one else had heard him, and smirking as she broke into laughter. He polished off the plate of cookies she had set on the tray; surprised at his sudden appetite, he withdrew the silver piece and put down a gold coin in its place.

     "Now, Venlaria, I must ask you to leave. It has been pleasant...but I have many things I must set in order before I sail". Her face looked so crestfallen at that statement, that he almost regretted saying it, even though he was perfectly within his rights. He found himself adding, "Such pleasant company I rarely see here, or on my travels. You must visit myself and my wife sometime...."   

     Her smile widened, and he shook his head slightly, panicking inwardly. What did I just say and why did I say it??! "Well, anyway. Off with you". He waved a hand dismissively, flipping a page in his journal and dipping his quil in his inkpot.   

     With surprising speed and grace, she rose, gathering up the tray and the empty teapot, plate and cup, though the flower fell off the rim as she did so. "I thank you, Professor Shadowstar, for listening to the ramblings of an old woman. It does you credit, as does your appreciation of my tea".    

     She could not help herself any more than she could take her eyes off of him. A finger came out and lightly brushed down the bridge of his nose; her lips twitched in a rueful half-smile. His mouth opened, about to tell her off for taking such liberties with his person, yet she had already bowed to him apologetically, and moved off in the direction of the kitchens. Mesmerized by the sway of her hips, he had quite forgotten the complaint by the time she had disappeared....        

     Hours later, when he came to enquire as to her whereabouts, she appeared to have vanished. The Pandaren tea-master was as confused as his patron, and all over humble apologies, which Syndras did not want. He gathered up his journal and writing tools and left rather huffily, having checked every floor of the establishment, including the kitchens.

     It was only as he set sail from Ruth'theran village the following day, that he flipped back to the page on which he had sketched her face. The flower she had left behind had already been crushed between the pages of another journal of his; the trellises she had worked on cultivating were already being tended by druids interested in the properties of the blooms themselves. Well now. I fight through the darkness of the Void itself and am clothed and ready to greet my prince...and look how he denies me. 

Why had she said that to him? Staring at that enigmatic face, he realized he would have none of the answers until he found her again. Which, to his mind, was as likely as finding a single flower petal in a garden full of them. He sighed and looked out of the small window of the cabin, journal still open on his knees, the taste of the tea still lingering on his tounge...his own eyes closing as he remembered the reflected starlight in hers.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

So, You Wanna Learn About Alphas, Betas, and Omegas: Handbook to the Omegaverse

Introduction:

I have been reading a lot of alpha, beta, and omega fics. Some are better than others, but that goes for anything. What I started to realize was that no one writing a/b/o dynamics agreed on a single idea. Seeming to disagree on knots and where they're located. Disagreeing on heats and how often and/or severe they are. Even disagreeing on male omegas and how they fit into society.

So, I took it upon myself to look for handbooks on the subject. Where I, as to no surprise to anyone, found that most authors have different ideas. Some handbooks agreeing, while others contradicted another's work (and sometimes even their own).

Frustrated, and on the edge of ripping my own hair out, I decided to write my own handbook. Choosing what ideas I understood and enjoyed, while leaving out others that made me nauseous as to how repulsive they were written. I've chosen themes from a/b/o fics that I will be using in my own fics.

I will detail some of the common terms in more formal vocabulary as to not trigger someone with inflammatory language. I know that I definitely needed something like this when first venturing into this niche genre, so I hope that it's helpful for you too.

Oh! One more thing before you get to the terms, never -- and I mean NEVER -- abbreviate alpha, beta, and omega as "abo". While reading through the other handbooks, I was horrified to discover that that abbreviation is a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia. So, if you're going to abbreviate alpha, beta, and omega, I encourage you to use a/b/o or a-b-o or a.b.o, or you get the point.

Anyway, I hope that you find this handbook to be informative and leave having a better understanding of the omegaverse.

[xottzot]

2018-02(FEB)-28th--Thursday-----its HOT at this hellhole--false calm until later--the usual situation.

2018-02(FEB)-28th--Thursday-----its HOT at this hellhole--false calm until later--the usual situation.

It's damn HOT at this hellhole. Not a breath of wind. Wind only started up in darkness before dawn then stopped. In any case it only brought more microdust into the hellhole making it hard to breathe for me and the dogs.

Sweating inside this hovel and I've got a raging headache as I write this, just taken a painkiller to try to cover up the pain, but it won't last long. It never does. And I have to subject myself to more heat and stress that can't be avoided at all.

I wonder how soon before the criminal usual ones start roaming ON the streets again.....

There's the 'new residents' (are they really?) who have been moving in bit by bit over the last few days, and they had vehicles parked outside and on the street. If the vehicles stay there when the cycle of criminals evolves for this day then it's on their own heads. -- Those residents reside NEXT TO the main abo criminal household.........

New (different) vehicles attracts crims and agitates the crims all ready living at the hellhoe area. One from the main abo criminal household was out early on a pushbike no helmet, no shoes, wandering about and scoping out things, going around the block after scoping out all around the Koongamia shops areas, then returning to the main abo criminal household for only a few minutes before taking off again and ranging all about to visit other abo criminal households in Bellevue.

Later, the streets wll be full AGAIN, as ALWAYS with criminal abo's ON the roads in traffic, including abo toddlers in diapers, and abo just out of diapers mini-crimnals in pants ON the roads, and all that will continue even after it has become dark ON the roads.

Yesterday evening, before darkness, at fatguts criminal household place, there was abo mini-criminals pulling up heavy thick paving slabs and smashing them on the road where they usually tear all about on.

Those heavy slabs came about from........

LOCAL HELLHOLE HISTORY:---- 10 YEARS or more of illegal drug addicts in cars and vehicles pulling up outside on the street verge of fatguts criminal household at all hours, truly tens of cars each and every day, often as much as 50 or more per day, and as high as double that figure. Even on Xmas day. It made no difference. - Dear Fliss saw and knows all this. She saw it for herself for so long. Ask her.

And so when fatguts was eventually evicted from there after over a decade of all that shit that was totally ignored by authorities depsite being told so much, and knowing so much, and so many criminal incidents, but so much shit went on even when fatguts was living there......which NEVER made any NEWS except for one VERY violent incident that Fliss also witnessed occuring late one night at fatguts criminal household.

And....because of so much illegal drug addict literal traffic over on the street verge there, it wore aLL the grass away to dirt...then it wore all the dirt away literally to become a large hole in the ground. A mud mini-lake in winter. Fatguts complained to ? And then had the council or whatever to completely fix his entire street verge area, fill it in with new dirt AND to completely PAVE THE STREET VERGE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE THERE with thick pavers so that it became an ersatz parking lot for all the visiting illegal drug addicts buying their illegal drug from fatguts whilst all the vehicles he was accumulating were also parking on the street verge.

Then...over years MORE,.....all THAT paving was destroyed away, and all the pavers were smashed, used as weapons, and scattered all about so it once more became a huge hole in the verge with scattered remnants of the pavers embedded in the dirty water dirty mini-lake.

Then, (after Fliss left this area) Fatguts and all his household of utter aboriginal crimnal shits was 'evicted', many of them just moved to across the road from there, and the house lay empty and fallow. The street verge was AGAIN all filled-in and paved AGAIN to make it all one big parking lot on the street verge.

Later...OTHER abo's moved in there...and it became fatguts new castle of crime once again, with a handy paved area out the front.

And yesterday, and for the past several days and weeks, criminal abo's from that place have been pulling out the pavers and smashing them onto the roads for innocent passing traffic to drive upon. I wonder how many they've pulled out so far and smashed? I wonder how soon before it's all repaved AGAIN, at taxpayers expense?

This sort of shit was the same sort of shit that was going on when criminal abo's were daily and nightly invading 'Ms New Ages' house and yard and smashing roof tiles all over the roads...for YEARS.

I wonder if the guy living there now found enough unbroken spare roof tiles to fix his own roof the other day?

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It's 3:10pm nopw.....time for the streets to be filled with abo mini-criminals after they come out of day-criminals care across the road from them. And of course they will be rampant and criminal and on the roads well into the onset of darkness and beyond.

I hope one or several of the lot of them get run over dead on the roads. - PLEASE!

But nobody can be that fortunate.

In any case there's a huge backlog of abo criminal toddlers to replace them......a never-ending army of criminals growing up in criminal households to be the next batch of criminals.......breeding like rabid filthy diseased rats.....

Don't count on any census bullshit to give you any accurate numbers....the abos's stole plenty of those paperworks in the last year or two......and took them into the main abo criminal household.......lies, lies, and utter bullshit lies.....they love generating for their own ends........

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My internet so slow and almost totally useless again....still...as always.....

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you. - Poor Max has ben having a terrible time breathing, So has Sam. So have I if I dare to go outside in the shitty air that's constantly full of microdust. EVERY time I go out and first breath the air, I sneeze so many times and get instant headaches from it all. - NOBODY understands this hellhole area. NOBODY believes about it. - It's, currently as I type this, 7 degrees hotter than the official bullshit forecast for this area and that's after it's 'cooled down' from being hotter earlier. -- I very foolishly gave myself some hopes and plans but that's utterly useless to even ever think about anything like that ever occuring because there IS NO HOPE OR PLANS for me to ever be in since I've been consigned to hell to die. - And an injury I've sustained the past few days is becoming worse in addition. - I love you dear Fliss and so very much want to be with you.

[the-odd-one-in-space]

AnotherFell Pt1

“I'm about to die. Again Great....f&$king great.”

That's what I thought my last thought was gonna be.

Creepy enough of a start for ya? No, well f6&k you.

Name’s Mas, well to who or what is reading right now, it may be “Fell” Mas. If you don't know what I mean, don't worry about it. Anyway, I got asked by Some dumba$$ white hair freak guy that looks like me to write this down. Says it's for a good reason, and I'm not busy so why not?

So my background. It's worse than White head me, that's for sure. First off my Head came off when I died so that's one thing, got super messed by my world's Gaster, than my Chara was murdered, then Asgore fried off my left arm, leaving me with just bones.(Which works for a reason I don’t get at all) Oh, and after struggling to stay alive for about 10 years and not go COMPLETELY crazy, I ended up killing some human with a gun who shot me in the stomach….. by mistake.

My powers are more unstable than White head. Mine can easily kill someone if they're dumb enough to try me. That's probably why when I killed that human Asgore demanded me to be put into the “Royal guards” as a weapon, not as a person. Not that I am one at this point. Anyway, the tragic backstory is done.

Now for the b&tch  Bird girl.

I had just been in a pretty bad fight with my “brother” papyrus, who's a skeleton(don't ask), he got pissed at me for talking to him about who should be in charge of the royal guard. He started the fight and would've ended it too, if not for that prick Gaster giving me the power to teleport short distances. I pushed it a little too much and fell to my knees in the snow as it started to turn red with my already cold blood pouring from my stomach.

That's when I got the “I'm about to die” thought. My vision started to get blurry and I fell to the ground with my head half covered in snow. I tried to look up one last time to the ceiling, hoping dumbly to see a light from the surface. Instead, I saw a small ball of light to my left as a female voice I'd never heard before said, “what the hell are doing in my garden?!”, And before I got try for a clever insult, I blacked out.

I wasn't dreaming, which didn't help the idea that I thought I was dead. Normally I have some dramatic nightmare that ends up waking me up. They're AMAZING. At some point, I felt a warm feeling of heat go over my chest, right over where Papyrus stuck a red bone spike. “... Is my wound getting cauterized? Am I getting treatment?”, that idea went through my head for a while but I just couldn't believe it. It didn't make sense to me that someone would be trying to help me, not killing me. I decided, not my broken body, to stay asleep for a while longer.

After a while, I felt my energy return to me as I opened my eyes. Someone took my glasses which pissed me off at first, then I got to even madder as I saw my greasy hair was white again, which it did sometimes. I normally keep my hair dyed with black like how it was before my dumba&$ jumped down that hole. Chara’s face tried to fill my head as memories from the surface tired to follow and I grabbed for my flask, but then a new problem took my attention. I didn't have any pants on, or a shirt.

I saw my legs had also been cleaned up and wrapped up and bandaged. I then looked around and saw my clothes more bloody than usual on a chair next to me. I also saw that I was in a bedroom.

Next to me on I saw a photo of a girl, a human girl, with a red jacket, black pants, and a belt around their chest. Their right eye was a dark green and the left was deep red and had a scar over it. She wasn't smiling but the monster behind her was. It was our great and mighty king A&$gore, who was looking as goat-like as normal So I guess whoever this girl was in the same boat I was in. Forced to work for Asgore's guard so he wouldn't kill us.

Still didn't get why the hell she'd help me. Was it because she wanted to use my soul? If that's the case tough luck for her, my soul is a piece of ripped up trash. I was about to get up, get dressed, and get the hell outta there before I heard the wooden floors begin to creak slowly. I laid back down and pretended to be asleep, closing my eyes and making my body go limp.

The door opened slowly and footsteps from what sounded like boots slowly creaked against the floor getting closer and closer to me. I almost considered trying to just teleport away again but I didn't want to risk getting put just outside or somewhere worse. The floor steps stopped just next to the bed and I felt whoever was standing next to me pick up something under the bed. I heard the sound of sloshing water and was wondering what the hell she was doing. Then I got a bucket of water straight on the face. I couldn't tell if it was cold or hot but it was enough to scare the crap outta me and get me to sit up straight. “Wha-what!? Why?!”, I said turning to my left yelling. My heart stopped for a second as I had to admit to myself that she looked… decent. The stopped thinking that when she responded.

“ you've been asleep for the past two hours. I'd like my bed back already”, she said not having a hint of sarcasm or anything other than annoyance. I honestly didn't know what I was expecting. I rolled my eyes.

“You didn't have to put me on a bed dumba$&, a couch or floor would've worked”, I said not looking at her, my voice filled with nothing but an annoyance for her using THAT as an excuse.

“Oh well excuse me for trying to be nice, ya prick”, she said crossing her arms.

“Since when has being nice been a priority in the underground? Geez, woman, I don't know how long you've been down here but I would've thought you known that.” I grabbed my clothes and began to get dressed under the blankets.

“Says the guy who's done so many good things himself.” I froze.

“What are you talking abo-”

“I know about how you were caught trying to help the kids that fell down. Asgore told me-”

“I don't get why you'd believe a word from that crazy goat.” I got the rest of my clothes on and threw the blankets off me. The girl snickered. “You may wanna check your shirt”

I looked and saw I had somehow put my grey t-shirt on backward and inside out. “Sorry, it's not exactly like I could see what I'm doing,” I said taking off my shirt to fix it.

“What the hell happened to you?”, She was looking at all the scars and stitches covering my body. I sighed and looked away before putting my shirt back on right. “Like I said. It's not a priority in the underground to help others” I put on my blood covered flannel and looked around for my glasses.

“So you're Mas, right? I'm sc-”

“Couldn't care less, where are my glasses?” , I said as I was getting frustrated trying to look under the bed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry they broke. May or may not had stepped on them carrying you in-” She stopped her sarcasm once she saw my face.

“WHAT?!” I got back up and walked up to the lady.

“Do you know how long I've had those?! God d+$nit!” , I walked away, placing my hands my face as I started tapping my foot. I had kept those glasses safe for years and years. They were basically the only things I had left from when I was alive. So needless to say I was pissed off as hell.

“...Geez, they're just glasses. And they were  cracked, scratched, and broken away.”

I took a deep breath and I wanted to yell that that didn't matter but I was still too tired. She had a point, I didn't need to have them mostly because my vision was actually really good. It's just that… those were a part of my life. “Yeah, whatever. Thanks for helping me I guess.” I said not looking at her. I felt stupid saying thank you to someone I didn't even know but I didn't care. I started walking out of the room before stopping. I began screaming to myself in my head,“Don't you dare. Don't you dare. Don't you da-”

“Do you want to get a drink?” I looked back at her. She seemed surprised, she walked up to me staring at my face with a skeptic look on hers. “What was it you said? Since when has being nice in the underground been important?”

“Do you want to go or not? I’ll pay, but only because I owe you.”

“Hmph… Fine. Guess I could use  a drink after lugging your fatass around.”

I just stayed quiet and opened the door to the bedroom and let the girl go out in front of me to lead me through her old looking wooden house to the front door. We walked out into the deep woods covered in snow. I noticed the trees around this woman’s place had a lot of burn marks and deep scratches. We walked in silence through the woods. I had no clue where we were which was odd to me as I had mostly seen almost every part of the underground when I was on the run. I guessed this woman really likes her privacy.

After about half an hour later we arrived at snowdin and I was set upon by everyone with wicked glares and people acting as though they were about to go and jump me. Me and the girl walked up slowly from the broken welcome sign of snowdin to the run-down building with the word “Girllby's” made with flickering purple lights.

I sighed and opened the door and was about to walk in but I saw the girl was standing still, staring at the lights. “You coming?”

“Yeah…”, she looked back at me and followed inside.

The room went quiet as we both stepped inside. I hear whispers of things like “there's two of them?” Or “what are THEY doing here?” as we went to the front booth by the bar, sitting opposite to each other. The place was your normal bar scene, just with more drunk pricks and broken floorboards.

“...so… guess neither of us are liked very much around here.” I heard the front door slam open and a familiar and annoying voice shocked me.

“Where is he?! Where's Mas!?” It was Papyrus. Guess someone told him I was back in town. I looked to the seeing if she'd rat me out, but she had a smirk on her face. “Speak for yourself.” She stood up in the booth and waved at Papyrus. “Hey, pap! How's it going?!” She Yelled turning back and sitting on top of the chair like a child. I was expecting a red bone to go through the girl and I could be free of the need to buy her a drink, but at the same time I had a hint of worry in my chest for… some reason. I was about to tell her to get down but I heard papyrus slowly walk up to our booth. He seemed to have not noticed me but was looking at Scar.

He then … bowed. “I am doing well my lady. It is a pleasure to see you.” I stared at Papyrus in awe. I didn't get it, if she was part of the guard I thought papyrus would hate her. He hates all other guardsmen as he fears one will try to overtake him and his title of head guard, but he was acting like a complete gentleman to this girl. He then looked at me and I saw his eyes twist with anger he was about to stand, but the woman raised her hand and he stayed still. “Sorry, pap. But this one owes me a drink right now. So could ya leave him alone… for now? For me?”

“Of course your grace.” , He then stood up and began walking out. The woman also yelled out to him “Oh and say hi to sansy for me?” and then sat down giggling. Papyrus walked up the door slamming it. “It seems YOU'RE the one no one likes.”

“... Who the hell are you? I've NEVER seen papyrus act like that…” she then smiled wickedly.

“The name’s Scar. Daughter of the great king Asgore. Now about that drink, I'd like one by now.”

I froze. I looked at her like she just said she was doing to fly. It made sense but I still didn't want to believe that. I shook my head and regained my cool. “Yeah sure. Hey, grill face!” , Grillby poked his head out the back with a scowl on his face. “Two vodka's large.”, I turned to Scar, “what do you want?”

“I just take what you're having.”, I nodded and looked back at Grillby, he was already in the back room again.

“So… you're Asgore's 'kid’?”, I looked back at her, crossing my arms. She still held up that smirk on her face and nodded. “I jumped in after getting chased out by some other humans. Got found by Tori before she went crazy and for a while, I lived with them in secret. Till Tori did go crazy and left. I moved out to snowdin because I was tired of Asgore being a bossy prick.”

“Yeah, I can agree with that.” I then pulled out with my left arm my flask to take a sip. Scar seem interested in it. “So… Asgore burned off that arm. All the way to the bone, but how i-”

“I have no clue what so ever. I don't complain as it makes for a pretty good weapon when I remember to sharpen it.” I put my flask away in my pants pocket. I heard the back door open and Grillby lays out our drinks and left without saying a word. He used the extra large cups he normally just uses for the guards, not including myself, guess he wanted to get on Scar’s good side.

“So… Scar. What's with you? Last I checked humans can't use fire magic. Or have three fingers on one hand” She was about to drink from her glass but stopped once I asked my question. She seemed to take a minute to think before looking at me. “I was one of the kids forced into the monster-human war when I was ten. I was actually pretty good as a Soldier till that bird-phoenix thing got my eye with its claw. Long story short after I killed it, it left me with a curse. The years after were nothing but people abusing and tormenting me. They thought I was too dangerous to have around. They were right. One day I fought back and because I burned one guy's face a little... I was cased off and… I've already said the rest.” She started drinking as though she hadn't said anything. She places her glass back on the table, leaving it half empty. “Now, what's your deal? The scars, your eyes, the white hair. You're even less human then I am. Why is that?”

I shrugged. “Made a dumb choice, fell down here, got experimented on by some skeleton prick who's dead now, and after Asgore started trying to kill me I stayed low. Ended up showing my face again when some Brat with a gun shot me in the stomach and I killed him. Asgore then said I had to join the guard and now… I just walk around the underground. Doing whatever I can to stay alive. Not much to me.” I followed in Scar’s lead and drank half my glass.

Scar nodded and stayed quiet. After about a minute she raised her glass, smiling. “Here's to bad up pasts.”

I looked at her for a bit, raised my glass and hit hers with mine. We then both finished our drinks. Scar laughed a bit and said. “Let's order another round.”

So I did. Then another, and another, and another and ANOTHER, and Etc.

I just remembered us getting completely lost in our drinks and getting completely stupid. The time could've been hours but it was lost completely.

Until I woke up again in the bedroom. I rubbed my eyes, feeling tired and a bit hungover. I heard breathing next to me, and I felt my eyes bulge out my head as I saw scar laying down next to me in some … “revealing garments”.

I slowly got up out of the bed, put my shirt and flannel on, and started walking to the door. I just had to-

“Hmm? What happened?”, Scar asked, I turned back and the felt heat on my face as I blushed. Scar looked down at herself and understood what I was speechless about. She pulled the blankets over her and threw a clock at me, screaming at me to leave.

I rush out the door, slamming it behind me and doing the same to get outside. I wanted to stay by the door for a second but after hearing Scar yelling and cursing from the inside of the house I  figured it would be in the best interest of my health to get as far away as possible. I ran through the woods till I could see the small town. I ran for a familiar two-story house and used the key to the front door I stole off sans a while ago and made my way inside. I looked around and saw no one in the living room and heard no noise from upstairs. I sat down on the couch and took a few deep breaths. It took me a few minutes to calm down and quietly ask myself,

“What the hell happened last night…?”

“Hmm… yes, I wonder what happened.”, I looked up and saw sans the prick skeleton. He saw standing on the upstairs balcony looking down at me with a huge smirk on his face. He had a yellow mustard bottle in his hand and his one left red eye was staring down at me, almost staring into my soul.

“W-what did you see last night?”, I cursed myself for letting my fear sink through my voice. Sans wasn’t just another monster in the underground, he was the kind of guy who seemed like a lazy bum but not too many others knew just how much of threat he could be if he wanted to. It from his own laziness that he hadn’t just killed me for walking into his house.

“Oh, nothing, just you and the king’s Daughter making googling eyes at each other all night at Gilby's. At some point, I think I even saw you two hugging, and maybe … kiss.”, He then laughed as though he told one of his “famous” puns.

, on the other hand, felt like my stomach was about to collapse inside of itself. Why the hell would I be flirting and making out with the king's daughter? “Was I that outta of it last night?” , I asked not looking at sans.

“Yep, grillby had to call me and boss to bring you two back to her house. You two were hugging each other when we left… something happened, didn't it?”

I blushed again and looked down at my shoes, taking an interest in them.

“..... Oh. My. God. You did-”

“I DON'T NEED A REMINDER SANS! IM AWARE OF WHAT HAPPENED!” , I yelled up at him, my eyes giving off a slight red glow coming from my eyes that didn't even compare to the blush on my face, all the while Sans was crackling and pounding his fist on the railing of the stairs.

I placed my hands on my head, looking at my feet once more. I began thinking of the many ways Asgore was going to beat the hell outta me. Burn every part of my body till I was a skeleton? Maybe he'll chop me into bits with his huge cleaver? Or maybe he'll throw me into a dark cell surrounded by lava!

I got up and started pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Sans stopped laughing and looked down at me. “Aw is someone scared that the king will have your hand on his wall because of this-” I cut him off with, “ I didn't even think of that one yet!”

I sat down on the floor and began to have trouble breathing. I had no idea what he'd do to me this time. “I've already lost an arm, what else do I have to lose?”

I asked to no one in particular, I was just venting while hyperventilating while also letting out a small laugh. I really going crazy with how scared I was.

Sans seemed to lose his smug look and actually seemed somewhat concerned when I looked up at him.

“Will you calmed down, god. You act like you're gonna die or something. You've been through worse so, cool it. Knowing the king he might not even care, if he did he’ll make a big deal about her to everyone wouldn’t he” He took a drink of his mustered bottle.

Although to most people that would be seen as nothing but sarcasm and mockery, that was actually sans seeming to care. So I took a second to breathe, and once my breathing return to normal and stood up sans said one last thing to jinx it.

“I mean come on, maybe she'll completely forget this happened. You’ll probably never see her again.”

I did.