#to write them down in my notebook

[t-u-i-t-c]

Episode 20: The Invasion Begins with the End of the World

[two-entire-bits]

mar-bit headcanons because I have been consumed <3

Marcia steals his leather jacket all the time. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever

once Two-Bit got jumped and knocked out and Marcia was the first one to find him and he made one of those stupid "holy shit I musta died and gone to heaven cuz there's an angel in front of me" jokes when he woke up and saw her

Marcia's really good at school and especially loves science, but has a hard time understanding new math concepts (although once she gets them down she's off and running) and Two-Bit is surprisingly good at math for some reason (he doesn't try in school but he does put in 0.000001 mL of effort so he can pass and move on to the next level. but only barely) so he explains the concepts to her without making her feel stupid

Marcia knows Two likes blondes and once joked about bleaching her hair and he was horrified at the concept.

Marcia's really good at chess?? Like really good. Two-Bit has no clue how to play and he is too confused by how it works to start learning now.

Marcia LOVES to be carried around by Two ALL THE TIME. She wants to make some dinner? Two-Bit is bridal-style carrying her down the stairs from her room to the kitchen. She wants to get snacks at the movies? Piggy-back ride to the concession stand.

the latter style also gives her an excuse to kiss his head and mess up & play with his hair

She carries an old makeup compact with his favorite hair grease and a comb with her at all times in case of an "emergency" (when she messes up his hair)

He also carries around some of her makeup in his jacket in case she ever forgets it

Marcia WILL kiss his face all over and she WILL get lipstick stains everywhere and he will NOT remove it. absolutely refuses to.

He also will reapply her lipstick for her after such cases

They love doing as much as possible for each other that way, they love just taking care of each other and holding each other and being in love and also being silly about it

THEY'RE THE TYPE OF COUPLE TO DO THAT TWO-STRAWS-ONE-MILKSHAKE THING

He'll also do her nails (traits achieved by having a little sister) and he loves it because he gets to focus on something and they just take turns rambling

He steals stuff for her all the time (she finds it endearing) but the two times he didn't was when he got her a gift for her first birthday after they started dating (she then reassured him he didn't have to spend money on her just because it's a special occasion) and when he got her an engagement ring

He proposed to her at the drive-in (or where it used to be if it closed down)

Marcia and Two-Bit's sister (Tammy (short for Tamara (Two-Bit calls her Tamster))) get along slightly too well for Two's liking. they plot against him

It took Tammy a while to warm up to her but once she did they were an unstoppable force

Marcia will take her out to the mall to try stuff on and have a "girls day" every couple of months but Tammy refuses to let Marcia buy her anything so Marcia will report back to Two and he'll go out and steal things Tammy liked

I don't know if she'd go BUT if she did Marcia would help Tammy get ready for her school formal/homecoming/prom and teach her how to do makeup and Two-Bit literally cannot find the words to thank her enough because Tammy looks so happy and he never could've done that, not because he didn't want to, because he didn't know how, it's the 60's and he's a guy, she's a girl, yeah he's her brother but he has no clue how to make her comfortable in her femininity and such, and it just makes him love Marcia even more

Two-Bit actually learned how to cook a few meals because he felt like he had to give back to Marcia for loving him

He also picks up after himself when he's at her house even though he never does at home because he feels bad

Two-Bit has a big expectation of himself that he has to be happy and active and always moving and keeping up everybody else's spirits all the time that when Marcia does something nice for him or just holds him he's caught so off guard. he needs to be the little spoon sometimes okay.

Like he's so used to taking up space but with her he can just feel small and exist

He loves the gang and is so much more himself around them but he still has a Role and Marcia is on a whole other level of Two-Bit-esque weird that he can like, completely unmask with her once they've been together long enough

Early on he'd do something weird around her without thinking and go like "well, shit." because when he gets to be Too Much Himself it's driven people away in the past but then she finds it funny or endearing or she just doesn't react at all and he falls even more in love with her

It took him a long time to really learn that he didn't owe Marcia anything in exchange for her love

Marcia just wants to hold him sometimes also. In my head her parents are often absent and she doesn't have any siblings, so she'll just touch him or hold onto him a lot to reassure herself he's there and he's not leaving

Marcia will come over to Two-Bit's house sometimes and help make dinner or clean with his mom (they also get along well) or just spend time with all of them and it took them all awhile to not think of it as charity but Marcia just liked feeling like she actually had a family

They have THE most extrapolatory nicknames for each other. It starts off tame but it evolves to the point where their names and the nicknames have barely anything in common

on my dancer Two-Bit bullshit forever Marcia's house has a piano and she'll play music for him to dance to

this man has not missed one of Marcia's barrel races ever. he's there way earlier than he needs to be he stays until she leaves he is the loudest person on the bleachers.

Marcia started watching Mickey Mouse so Two-Bit would have someone to talk to about it

[blue-eli]

Ink October day 13: Radius

A bounded range of effective activity or influence.

A line segment that joins the center of a circle with any point on its circumference.

[totheidiot]

"i am gay" "i am straight" okay??? i'll bring the rain??? i'll bring the wind??? i'm the mighty hurricane???

[suosteacup]

Japanese idol group AU!Wind Breaker 🙂↕️ idk much about male idol groups in Japan but...

[nyaar0n]

hmm maybe i should draw married jeaneil

[tracing-lines-in-the-infinite]

Just wrote 10+ pages to finish my Mayhem Twins, Strangers to Siblings, fake dating/couples counseling fic that has expanded into them being involved in so many shenanigans behind the scenes and has Root, Harold, and Cole building The Machine together in the background!

So if someone wants to read that encourage me to type it up & post it before I reason myself into never letting it see the light of day

[kallistersbullshit]

@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*

(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):

You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.

“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.

“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.” Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”

He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”

“S-See you tomorrow…”

You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.

Like metal.

You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.

You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.

Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.

You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.

You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.

Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.

[cyancherub]

does anyone else have to recover and or reset their passwords every time they log into one of their accounts

[aran-morinorea]

Annatar’s shit paradigms pls???? Happy Friday !!!

fuck it i really like this actually

Annatar pushes into Celebrimbor's touch and nods, watching him unblinking. Celebrimbor wants to find everything he changed, since he clearly did more than Celebrimbor asked about. He sets a hand in Annatar’s hair and a kiss at the base of his neck. He smells a little different – hot copper rather than iron, perhaps. His jaw is a different shape, just enough that kissing him there is different too. Sliding his thumb over the elegant curve of one ear, Celebrimbor bites down on the soft skin just below the other.

It leaves a mark.

He’s never going to get over that. Annatar is just indulging him, of course, he couldn’t do him any real injury, but on some level that just makes it better. This person – older than the world and more arrogant than any Incarnate king, who moves through life with the strength of a tectonic plate and the fire of a star – will let Celebrimbor mark him, take direction from his teeth, alter his worldly vessel for Celebrimbor’s amusement.

[thompsborn]

post nwh road trip for all the wrong reasons fic

[i-am-become-a-name]

Hello, if it's not too close to the deadline, I wished to propose "Roads Untraveled" as a prompt 🫡

 10/12/2024 (definitely not the 26th oops, meri kirihemite for the future and past?)

warnings for injury, trauma and grief.

“Adric can pilot the TARDIS,” his voice was firm beside Tegan, and she whirled around the best she could, the metal hand around her arm jarring it into a burning agony she ignored. 

“Adric will be better, I insist. I’ll stay.” 

“Doc,” she protested, but he threw her a glance so frightening she fell quiet. The Doctor stepped forward, away from the Cybermen, and grabbed hold of Adric, pushing him back towards Tegan. 

“But Doctor, I-” 

“Yes, he can.” 

The Cybermen looked between them both, the background noise of gears picking up their pace and they considered. The Doctor stood by the pilot console, made smaller by the loneliness of the position. 

“Very well,” they allowed, and Adric and Tegan struggled as they were pulled away, but the mechanical strength was beyond them. Their last view of the Doctor was at a distance, his head bowed and hand lax on the controls.

—-

 Adric can. He dematerialises the TARDIS and whether it is from luck or the TARDIS acting on her own accord, but Tegan screams at him all the same. They can’t just leave the Doctor behind, they can’t. But as the ship flickers in and out of time, she knows there isn’t anything they can do. There is a low groaning in the Cyberman’s chest, and she thinks it’s laughter before it starts issuing orders on where and when the TARDIS must be piloted. But Adric’s hand comes around from behind it, a battered and much abused badge of mathematical excellence in it. He’s too short to reach though, and it’s Tegan who lunges forward, pushes it up those few more inches and grinds it into its front until it screeches mechanically, choking and oily smoke pouring from its chest unit. 

—-

—-

The dust is so dense they choke as they leave the TARDIS. There is no light, no way to see where the freighter had crashed, and they want to believe the Doctor is alive, but the TARDIS is groaning,  not the normal grate of its dematerialisation, almost a keening cry. Adric asks if it’s broken, but privately Tegan thinks it is crying, grieving the Doctor.

All the words he had spoken had become important. It had been such a short time they had known him, but had shaped them more than anything in their lives. A well prepared meal, and they try, try to appreciate those small moments, but none of them are exactly cooks. Two of them couldn’t even find the ingredients of their homes, destroyed or inaccessible. And as Tegan tried to compare what she could name of Earth vegetables to what Nyssa described of Traken food and Adric pointed out things they could have got from Alzarius, and no one pointed out they couldn’t get there. 

The meal was disgusting, and Tegan didn’t even know how Nyssa had done that to innocent earth vegetables, but they laugh, and she can’t stop when Nyssa joins in. Adric happily eats his plate, and asks if they’re going to finish theirs or just be silly. 

—--

Tegan takes to talking to the TARDIS. All the exhaustions and frustrations and fears she can’t share with the others, because they need to be cohesive. She tells the TARDIS one night, deep in a bottle of something that had unearthed from a glass cabinet in the Doctor’s room, that Adric and Nyssa are a heart each. One for science, one for maths, and they were trying their best to be the Doctor. There is a clumsy brush across her mind, painful before it becomes familiar, and the TARDIS is old too now without him, more erratic, rooms no longer all there - awkward angles and potholed floors. She doesn’t know how long they can keep doing this, cannot even trust the time of her own body - either her body doesn’t know which way is up or down anymore, or the constant never ending stress has stopped her periods, seemingly for good. She rather appreciates that side-effect actually, but carefully doesn’t think about what it means for her health. Not that, between the aliens and the robots and the revolutions they stumble into does she expect to have to think too long term. 

—-

Adric’s hair had turned to a shock of white several years (?) ago, and neither of them knew why. It had stolen his voice with it, dark eyes and unfathomable beneath the long snowy fringe. 

—-

Sometimes they win, sometimes they lose, and sometimes it is an inevitability, a landslide of events that started far earlier than they had materialised. There is science and maths and humanity, and they are doing their best.

Tegan loses part of her finger. A door closes too quickly, sliding free at least as she tries to block off the mutated plant from growing out through the door from the next room with a creaking speed, and suddenly there is one less knuckle and she’s too shocked to even scream. She loses her top too that day, wrapped around her finger and too bloody to ever wash out. 

—-

They manage. Adric keeps a notebook, writing down his equations so quickly that they sometimes smear across the page. Lines mark his face now, creases between his brows and grooves leading down from his snub nose, the rest of him learning to match his white hair. 

They all move a little slower now. Tegan has changed to flat shoes and even in them she’s not quick enough to get to Nyssa. Can only try and contain the blood at the source, the raw flesh that is now her shoulder. She knows they win the day in terms of the planet and population, but their little group is lopsided now. 

—-- 

She’s on her last legs. There are only emergency lights in the TARDIS now, and the console has lost any responsiveness to Adric’s coaxing. The rooms are stable, for now, but there are so few of them that they’ve started tripping over themselves. Tegan doesn’t know when the air will turn off, thinks the TARDIS is trying to hold onto that for last, and she keeps her hand, battered and clumsy with past damages, on the wall wherever she walks, the closest thing she can do to holding it’s hand in it’s dying moments. 

When the lights finally go out, she gathers the other two into her arms, tells them of the good they have done. Hears her voice crack not only with age, but with grief for who they all could have been, once upon a time. 

—--

There is light, there are strange men and women in high collars who ask them where the Doctor is. They are the Doctor, they tell him, and there is talk of regeneration trauma, or chameleon arcs and single hearts. And then, one reaches out, disgust on their face, to touch Tegan’s forehead and he’s there, the Doctor, his arm around her and the voice she had forgotten arguing the importance of small beautiful events. The sadness in his face when he wished Adric and herself good luck. And she’s gasping, great hiccoughing sobs that bring her to her knees. The Time Lords, and she knows now beyond doubt that they’re the Doctor’s people, have walked away, have categorised them as unimportant. They need the Doctor, not a ragtag group of aliens masquerading under his name. But they’re alive, and he is not. Tegan brings herself under control, only small sobs shaking her frame as she struggles back to her feet, Adric lending her his hands. The Time Lords have a screen up, and the three of them gather around, the scene aching familiar even from this strange perspective. Had they really ever been so young as they were here? Their faces so smooth, their bodies still whole. 

Both Nyssa and Tegan step forward, volunteer themselves without a thought, but the Time Lord’s eyes slip past them. Their eyes a dark and heavy weight on Adric. Tegan and Nyssa turn, and Tegan knows that look, that sadness and inevitability. Had seen it so many years ago on a freighter careening through space. They argue, of course, Tegan and Nyssa with the Time Lords, but there were timelines, things that will happen in their futures. Things that will not happen to Adric. They throw around the term aberration, and Tegan bares her teeth at the cruelty. But they can see it in Adric’s face, see he already knows. 

The Time Lords can pluck him out, and why didn’t they do that the first time, Tegan wants to scream. There are conditions, they say, their faces grave. They need the Doctor, universe  ending and timeline risking dilemmas, and he is their last resort to solve them. But the freighter crashing into Earth, that is an event that must happen. The spiralling situation of humanity in the timeline must happen. And the freighter needs that payload, that complex  blend of amino acids and metals and everything that leads to the human race on Earth. 

There is a flurry of activity around them, sombre and controlled even in this, and time stretches, flexes, and snaps. 

—---

They’re on the freighter, and Adric looks so small next to the pilot’s console, but smiles bravely at them. Tegan struggles as the Cybermen drag them away, but the Doctor’s face is stoic. Time stretches, flexes, and snaps. The freighter crashes into Earth, and the TARDIS keens, mourns a timeline that had happened and not happened.

[coldjustness-archive]

Woke up thinking about Neve Gallus becoming more infamous than the family who left her behind.

[natreads]

I have my first ever exam in a classroom in my six+ years of uni on monday (I always had home exams) and I am terrified, but at least it's open book (I say, realizing I have taken very few notes of my own and I didn't have a single book physically until now because I stress ordered two)

[lacyberpatate]

for the wip game, what's 'S'just I thought', you know…? enquiring minds want to know

Soooo, I haven't ignored you anon :D I'm just going through it today and felt like shit.

I am also now publicly admitting that this one was written in Company Time and as such I had to wait Monday to retrieve it :D (side note, the WIP was called 'pistache' on my work computer, because clearly I am a very organised person when I create. Why pistache? well... I don't know either 🤷🏻).

This one is so random... I originally wanted to have it in another WIP (Boats and Birds) but I felt like Zeb was too soft with Kallus since it's supposed to be before Fulcrum-era. I'm still not sure what to do with it to be honest... I like it for my other WIP but I feel like it will never leave my rotten brain because I'm already doing too many different things.

General context: Zeb has not been able to find sex partners since Lasan and is quite depressed about it. The only people that tried to have sex with him either fetishised him or said he was too much in bed. Kallus grew up working in the pleasure districts. More so, he used to specialise in Big Guys because of his high pain tolerance. Zeb eventually learns about it and goes to Kallus to ask if maybe they could try together.

I intended the thing to be quite rough but somehow Zeb was a soft and insecure bean and Kallus someone deeply traumatised by sex and relying on dissociation to cope with it. Somehow it ended up being whump... [again, I know, I know... I'm working on it...]

Now please enjoy some snippet of it (some of my favourite parts). I wish you like it because I had to transcribe the whole thing in my note book because I resigned last week and as such lost my 'sending email to the outside' privilege 🥲 [Also, I am still sick and had to spent the whole day with neon lights so I cannot proofread this for the life of me. Please be prepared for a REAL wip, there's hole in the thing, there's typo, words that might not even exist, and my dyslexia 🫠]

-----

“S’just I thought, yah know…”

"I can't believe it, you want us to kriff" Kallus said with his usual arrogant laugh.

"You're the one that said you’re not against kriffing Lasats. Case you haven’t noticed, not that many people willing for the task… » Zeb said with a growl, not liking to be made fun of. Closing the distance between them, the imposing Lasat hovered over the human.

“Scared you can’t handle me? » Zeb said with a tinge of anger.

"Oh don't worry, I'm very confident in my abilities." The agent smirked in a new hungry way.  Zeb had only seen the human arbor it once, when they had first fought one on one on Lothal many years ago. Although at the time it had sent a shudder to his spine by finally facing a worthy opponent, it was now to his middle part, feeling a wave of arousal on his seath.

"I just need to know what I'm working with if you don't mind?" Kallus calmly said, pointing down the Lassat's crotch with his head still maintaining eye contact with the taller man. Not knowing exactly what the human had in mind but too scared and aroused to ask any questions, Zeb only managed to let a deep breath out with a small node to give consent.

Agile hands quickly worked in his jumpsuit, and soon the human was crouching in front of Zeb, looking with interest at the display. 

"A seath..," Kallus said in a curious but protocol tone. "I guess we'll have to see what's hiding inside..." The human said, absently scratching his beard thinking of all the eventualities. Zeb felt a tinge of fear at the statement, suddenly very aware of his body. 

 "However, be certain we'll make it work. As I said, when there's a will… there's a way." He looked at Zeb, and his usual arrogant smirk was somehow replaced by a warmer smile. 

He could not avoid flinching when the first finger touched his sensitive bare skin. He didn’t know if it was because of the years without anyone touching him there or the fact that it was Kallus, the man that had almost killed him more than once that was touching him in such vulnerable position. 

-----

When he turned back to the bed, Kallus had already completely removed his undergarments and was laying naked on Zeb's bed, lazily touching his own erection.

How human had everything just hanging out was still a weird concept. Karabast, what was he thinking, asking Kallus to do this… 

Slowly approaching the bed, Zeb took a second to look at the sprawled human, curly blond fur covering his legs and midriff, creating a trail toward his red cock. Somehow the small duvet reassured Zeb, helping him not feeling too weird about the uniformity of the human’s skin. 

‘So hum… How d’yah want to proceed?’ He asked a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what the human had meant by ‘preparation’. To the best of his knowledge, sex didn’t require preparation. The thing was usually quite simple. You had a cock, you had a vagina. At the same time, human had dangly bits so he wouldn’t be surprised if they had some other weird things around sex. 

‘Well, Lube would be great start.’ The man said, looking around the bed. 

Zeb felt his ears flatten. He knew what lube was of course. Still he had never really had any need for it, his sheath providing all the moisture he needed. 

‘I can either do it quickly or I can make a show out of it if you prefer.’ The man continued, not bothering with waiting for an answer. 

Zeb was still standing, naked, getting more and more confused by everything Kallus was saying. An uncomfortable twinging feeling replacing the warmth between his legs. He was feeling the strange urge to cover himself and leave the room, though he could not really leave the man alone in his bed. He had been the one to ask for it after all. 

The human had stopped looking through the bedside table and was simply looking at Zeb. The silent growing heavier. 

He could see the small eyes look at his now slowly retreating cock, only to snap back to him with a confused look.

Karabast, he had noticed. With a disappointed sigh, Zeb was bracing himself for the snarky comment from the ex-agent. Of course the man would have realised Zeb’s lack of experience and would most certainly make fun of him. 

Kallus stood up from the bed, slowly approaching Zeb. 

‘It’s fine Garazeb. I have an idea.’ he simply said. If the man always had a rigid stance, his movements heavily influenced by years of military training, Zeb could not avoid noticing how the human now seemed to walk with ease, his shoulders relaxed and a flirty smile on his lips. 

‘I’ll definitely need your help though.’ The man said, one hand positioning on Zeb’s broad shoulders and the other circling around the base of his now softening cock. 

‘If that’s still fine with you?’ He asked, carefully with an eye brow raised in question. 

Zeb broke eye contact, not knowing where to look and what to say. The hand on his shoulder was somewhat reassuring and he simply nodded with his head, hoping that would be enough confirmation for the other man. 

‘I need to hear you Garazeb.’ The hand on his shoulder moved to his jaw, slowly caressing his fur. The grip on his shaft relaxed slightly, and Zeb could not contain the soft whine at the loss of pressure. Already missing the touch.

‘Yeah’ he finally managed to say, his voice deeper than usual. 

‘Perfect’ Kallus almost purred, his tongue perfectly rolling the R’s, his usual articulated accent softening slightly.

The pressure increased anew, Zeb breathing heavily at the sensation. 

‘Come with me’ the blond gently ordered, moving away but not releasing his cock. The movement was inviting, leading and Zeb simply followed, sitting on the bed and letting the other man straddle him.

Kallus soflty pushed him against the wall, their bodies flushed due to the limited space.

‘You’d think they’d give you more space, Big Boy’ Kallus grumbled, more to himself it seemed. Still the name big boy did some funny things to Zeb’s sheath, moisture building between his legs. 

Zeb settled one hand on the man’s hips, trying to show he was ready to help if he could. To think that a few minutes ago he had still thought human’s eyes to be creepy with all this unnecessary white space. Now looking at the blown pupils of Kallus, he could not advert his gaze. 

Suddenly the small hand reached for his cock, fingers circling around the nubs, collecting pre-cum and pushing more moisture out. 

After a few seconds, or minutes, he was not sure anymore, Kallus moved the soiled hand to his back, a soft moan on his parted lips, his other hand reaching for Zeb’s torso. His thin fingers digged in his fur, slightly pulling at it. Zeb could only looked, mesmerised, their cock rubbing against each other, the sensation so foreign. It finally hit Zeb. Kallus was opening his arsenal with Zeb’s sleek. 

Karabast, that’s what Kallus had mentioned. 

‘Is it good?’ He finally asked, not really knowing why. The man clearly seemed to enjoy himself.

‘It’s okay.’  Kallus responded, a smirk back on his lips.

‘You’ll need more than your fingers to open for me.’ Zeb said, concerned at the prospect of potentially ripping the man apart. 

‘It’ll be plenty enough. I need you in me, now.’

‘Now who’s impatient?’ Zeb laughed with a soft smile. 

‘It’s not everyday that a charming Lasat asks to fuck you. I want you in me before you change your mind.’

‘What’s telling yah I won’t change my mind after?’

A small hand reached for his face, thumb drawing small circle on his jaw. The movement was slow and tender and Zeb could only melt at the touch. A soft whine leaving his mouth. 

‘Oh Garazeb, there’s no turning back once you taste me’. The human murmured in his ear, Zeb knowing full well it was twitching at the dangerous words. 

[I have actually a lot more written with Zeb knotting Kallus by accident and the morning after😅 but I'm too tired so I need to go to sleep and try not to overthink about my writing :D Hope you enjoyed!]

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Suddenly, Bunny wasn't so fond of the smell of berry fusion. Only an hour ago they had been. But just as always, the cause of their constant changing preferences was Dion. To be fair, he looked regretful as their couch was filled with the scent of their air freshener spray.

Kane stood off to the side, his nose wrinkled as if the smell was personally offensive. Bunny didn't blame him. They glanced at Dion again, who was offering a very sheepish smile. They frowned at him.

"Is it too much to ask to come back from work and not have a disaster?" They asked flatly. Dion tried to snicker, hoping it would coax a smile onto their face. In his impending failure, he quickly stopped.

"I mean... I guess just... Don't leave me alone? Then you won't have to worry about disasters!" His reasoning was very flawed.

"You weren't alone. Kane was here too!" They insisted. Dion glanced at the other flame demon before looking back at them.

"He doesn't count. Besides, I was doing us a favor. Now the couch doesn't smell like smoke." He said proudly. Bunny pulled out their phone. "What are you doing?"

"Buying a new couch."