#wait a minute the problem is not the bracelet right?

[stairwayto--hell]

Cillian Murphy wins Actor in a Lead Role for Small Things Like These, IFTA Awards, 2025

[luv4arinn]

Bayverse!Donnie headcanons bc his my bbg

Okay, lol, I really needed to let all of this out and just vomit all the ideas I’ve been hoarding about this man. I love him. I’ve adored him ever since the 2012 series, and that made me realize—I definitely have a thing for nerds. And glasses. Dear god.

I hope you guys like this!! Do you think I should do the same for the other brothers? Or maybe for the other characters? (I wouldn’t mind taking the risk and making headcanons like this for Rocksteady, hehe.)

Alright, bye!!

warnings: sfw & nsfw ( but not so explicit?) :p

- He’s a genius with confidence… until he isn’t.

Donnie is incredibly self-assured when it comes to his intellect and skills. He knows his worth and never doubts his ability to solve problems. Jumping out of a plane without a parachute? Easy. Hacking government security systems? A piece of cake. But confessing his feelings to you? That’s a whole different challenge.

This is where his anxious side kicks in. His brain, used to solving any equation, completely short-circuits when it comes to emotions. What if he misinterprets your signals? What if he ruins the friendship? What if you like someone else? Sure, he can design an exoskeleton in less than 24 hours, but love is a field where variables don’t always make sense.

If you think you can hide something from him, think again. Donnie notices everything. From the slight shift in your expression when you’re tired to the pattern of songs you repeat when you’re feeling down. (And no, he absolutely did not hack your Spotify, ahem—)

- That’s why, when you start falling for him, he already knows. In fact, he probably figured it out before you did.

He won’t tell you right away. Inside his head, there’s a storm of chaotic thoughts, organizing themselves into an ultra-detailed data table with every relevant piece of information. Give him a few days, and once his mind has fully processed everything, he’ll come back to you as a renewed Donnie—determined, confident, and ready to make you his.

- Donnie doesn’t just plan things; he breaks them down into a thousand strategies of action. His trash bin is living proof of the number of ideas he discards and reworks over and over.

Gifts? He’s not the type to grab something generic at the last minute. His gifts are so deeply personalized that they’ll make you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

Example: If you ever casually mentioned that you’d love to learn to play an instrument, he’ll build one for you—customized with enhancements. If you said you love the stars, he’ll create an interactive star map with the exact alignment of the sky on the day you were born.

Your birthdays, anniversaries, and any special dates are planned years in advance. It doesn’t matter if you’re not officially together yet—he already has ideas saved for when you are.

- Romance in his brain is an equation far too complex.

Donnie isn’t clumsy because he lacks intelligence; it’s because his brain moves too fast. His emotions and logic are in constant conflict, creating an ongoing battle between Confident Donnie and Nervous Donnie.

You’ll see him go from saying something with complete confidence to, “Uh, well… what I meant to say is… no, wait, forget it—” and then getting frustrated with himself because that definitely wasn’t what he had in mind.

But when he manages to organize his thoughts, he’s one of the most direct people you’ll ever meet. Once he crosses the mental line of “I’m doing this,” there’s no turning back.

- Gifts

He doesn’t believe in generic presents. Everything he gives you has a specific purpose. A bracelet that’s actually a disguised tracker (“For safety. Just for safety.”), or a stuffed animal that can record voice messages.

One day, you wake up and find a new app on your phone with your name on it. You open it, and it’s a virtual assistant designed specifically for you, complete with personalized reminders for the little things Donnie knows you always forget.

- Once he has you, you are his priority.

Once Donnie accepts his feelings and takes the step to be with you, he becomes the most devoted boyfriend.

He’s not excessively clingy or jealous like Raph, but his love is obvious in the time and effort he invests in you.

No matter how many projects he’s juggling, if you truly need his attention, he’ll give it to you without hesitation.

- Donnie needs physical contact, but his intellectual pride won’t let him admit it outright. Instead, he prefers to justify it with overly precise scientific explanations.

“Well, you see… my body temperature tends to drop faster than that of the average human, so it’s biologically beneficial for me to share contact with an external heat source.”

Translation: “Hug me. Now.”

If you confront him with something like, “Why don’t you just say you want cuddles?” he’ll turn bright red and start stammering, scrambling for excuses.

Don’t listen. Just climb onto him.

- Donnie can plan everything, but he cannot predict your spontaneous displays of affection.

If you surprise him with a kiss, his brain completely shuts down for 3-5 seconds before he can process it.

Unexpected gestures—hugging him from behind while he’s working, cupping his face in your hands, or kissing his cheek out of nowhere—leave him frozen, recalculating.

Sometimes, his first reflex is to adjust his glasses, only to realize that they have nothing to do with the fact that his vision just blurred from sheer shock.

NSFW

- He’s patient… but only to a point. Donnie will never pressure you. He’ll wait as long as you need, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

However… he’s already undressed you with his eyes a million times.

His mind is a machine of ideas and theories, and when it comes to you, he has imagined everything. Everything.

He tells himself he can be rational and controlled… but if you take too long, his thoughts will become a little more persistent.

- He’s not innocent. Don’t even think it for a second.

He may seem shy or awkward about relationships, but when it comes to this, his mind is a laboratory of hypotheses he’s dying to test.

He has analyzed you with surgical precision. He knows exactly how you blush, how you react to certain touches, which words make you tremble.

Do not underestimate him. He has read, he has researched, he has learned.

But nothing compares to the real thing. With you.

When he finally has you in his hands, his brain short-circuits.

No matter how many times he imagined this moment, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers.

His jaw clenches, he exhales sharply, and his pupils dilate as if he’s just been electrocuted.

His entire expression changes—from his usual nervousness to something darker, more intense, starving.

- He becomes obsessive about memorizing every single reaction of yours.

He’s analytical. He will learn what you love and make sure to do it better every single time.

Eye contact and sounds. His drug.

Look at him. Don’t look away. Don’t ignore him.

If you dare to hold his gaze while he’s above you, he will completely lose himself in you.

Your voice, your moans, your gasps—they ruin him.

He needs you vocal. He needs to know he’s doing a good job.

If you get shy and try to cover your mouth, he will ask (or demand) that you don’t.

Kinky? Oh, absolutely.

Donnie lives to experiment. It’s in his nature.

Positions? All of them. But his favorites are the ones where you are on top of him.

He loves being dominated.

After spending his entire life controlling every aspect of his world, it’s a relief for his mind to surrender completely to you.

“Set the pace, beautiful. I’m in your hands.”

Toys? Oh, yes.

You can be sure he has researched every single thing about them.

But he won’t settle for the ones that already exist. No.

He will build his own. Upgraded. With precisely calibrated speeds and optimized materials.

“This one has five vibration levels, but if we increase the frequency by 15%, we could—”

May God help you if you walk into his lab at the wrong time.

May God help his brothers if they ever find out.

Dedicated and obsessed with you.

Donnie doesn’t do anything halfway. If he gives himself to you, it’s completely.

No matter how much time passes, he will always give his all to make you feel incredible.

He’s not a casual lover.

He is yours. And you are his.

“You are my greatest discovery.”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Moments Posts - Rafayel

Random posts on the TL w/ boyfriend Rafayel

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seagod_raf_: My Muse

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misshuntermc: THATS MEEE???? 😧

↳ seagod_raf_: THATS YOOUUU ↳ misshuntermc: I look like a model ↳ seagod_raf_: you are a model …. My model 😘

thomasthomas_: don’t mind me just boutta go lay on some train tracks

↳ liiisa_: wait up 🏃🏻‍♀️ ↳ talkthat_tara: I’m on the way 🫠

misshuntermc: don’t be fooled guys he tackled me into the ocean right after

↳ seagod_raf_: shouldn’t have started running ↳ misshuntermc: YOU STARTED SPRINTING AT ME FULL SPEED OUT OF NOWHERE ↳ seagod_raf_: had to get to you as fast as possible 😋

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seagod_raf_: abstract painting kind of day

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misshuntermc: I have the best teacher in Linkon 😘

↳ seagod_raf_: You boutta make me act up 🥰😍

talkthat_tara: Anyone else see the waist???

↳ liiisa_: I don’t see anything because it’s GONE ↳ imjenna: body so tea I can’t figure it out ↳ talkthat_tara: JENNA WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT 🥴

nene.nero: not the toes for free

↳ misshuntermc: why are you looking at my feet 😐

thomasthomas_: Can I put this in the next exhibit?

↳ misshuntermc: My art amongst Rafayel’s??? In public??? Good sir with a steady heart I have to decline your offer 🤗 ↳ thomasthomas_: why not? ↳ misshuntermc: stop trying to embarrass me

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misshuntermc: Why is my man so good at taking candid photos?

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seagod_raf_: An adoring fan do you want an autograph 😚

↳ misshuntermc: nvm he's annoying who wants him ↳ seagod_raf_: babyyyy stop ↳ thomasthomas_: MC please don’t push your problems on the rest of the world like that

liiisa_: mc your art is getting so good 😍

↳ seagod_raf_: any compliments for the teacher? ↳ liiisa_: this ain’t about the teacher 🙄 ↳ seagod_raf_: 😐😐

talkthat_tara: we need to do a sip and paint soon

↳ liiisa_: YES PLEASE ↳ misshuntermc: I’ll bring the wine ��

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seagod_raf_: Im trynna bite that peach 🍑🤤

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misshuntermc: guys he wasn’t kidding he really bit my ass

↳ seagod_raf_: tasted like peaches ↳ misshuntermc: I’m going to punch you ↳ seagod_raf_: if you’re going to flirt with me slide in my DM 😏

liiisa_: Well damn mc I wanna bite too

↳ misshuntermc: stay back 🤺

talkthat_tara: why are you double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon?

↳ misshuntermc: Tara 😭😭

misshuntermc: stop talking about my ass

↳ seagod_raf_: tell your ass to stop talking to us ↳ nene.nero: her ass leaves the room 2 minutes after her ↳ liiisa_: that peach is waving at us from around the corner

talkthat_tara: God knew not to give me a pretty face and a fat ass she knew i'd act up daily 😩

↳ liiisa_: girl me too

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misshuntermc: A never-ending promise

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seagod_raf_: It’s a forever kind of thing

↳ misshuntermc: 🫶🏾😘

talkthat_tara: is that my bracelet?🤔

↳ liiisa_: is that my ring ? 😐 ↳ misshuntermc: can you two not ruin the sentimental post?

thomasthomas_: IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT JACKET RAFAYEL

↳ seagod_raf_: you couldve just asked me where it was ↳ thomasthomas_: give it back ↳ seagod_raf_: I’ll let you borrow it next week ↳ thomasthomas_: borrow my own jacket????

imjenna: two little thieves

↳ misshuntermc: 🤭 ↳ seagod_raf_: 🤭

[chosopie]

SHE’S EVIL - CHOSO KAMO

cw: mentions of gore, smut, bdsm, sub choso

Choso was absolutely obsessed with you. Every single night, he would watch true crime to stay updated with your latest murders. No one knows what you looked like, but the thought and idea of you turned him so much. A dangerous woman with enough power and skill to shake the whole country and bring it to shambles—all that got his dick leaking.

One night, as he watched the latest news about you, his eyes widened in shock and excitement after reading the headline. You had skinned someone alive, ripping their back and ribs off to make wings out of them, turning them into a fucked-up angel, then you hung them on the brick walls of an alley that was just down the corner of the street. You were so close to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

He admired you a lot, not because you were just some cold-hearted killer, but because you had motive. In a cruel world full of injustices and corruption, a lot of bad men get to walk away free from their crimes while their victims had to live the rest of their lives carrying the burdens and trauma of their past. In some way, you were a vigilante, not like Batman. You were more gruesome and violent, leaving your victims in a state that no one skilled enough could replicate. You were an artist in some wag. There was this one instance where you decapitated a man, and gutted him from the inside out, tying his organs around his body like necklaces and bracelets. You made murder look so beautiful.

Choso found it so hot.

That gave him a clue. He decided to venture to the nearby local hospital. He asked around for their most prestigious surgeon. “I need to meet the best,” he demanded. The lady by the desk called you—a classy woman who was finely dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer with a white dress shirt peeking underneath. The tight pencil skirt you wore showed off your curves. Your shoes were from a famous Parisian brand that was surely expensive and chic. You were the epitome of class and elegance.

“You can meet me by my office if you have any concerns. I’d be more than happy to help,” you flashed a smile at him, your teeth were perfect and well-kept. There was something eerie about your smile. It was too perfect that it didn’t seem genuine at all.

Choso wasted no time and dragged himself to your office. After a few minutes of waiting, it was finally his turn to “consult” you. Something in his gut made him so sure that you were the notorious killer.

“Good afternoon, mister…?” You quickly stole a glance at him, then looked back down on your notebook, your hand quickly writing notes about the previous patient.

“Choso,” he replied.

“What seems to be the problem, Choso?”

“Are you the one responsible for all those… art pieces?” Choso gulped, his face turning pale from the anxiousness the crept within his chest.

“Art pieces? I’m a surgeon, dear,” you responded without taking your eyes off your notebook, busily jotting down additional information about your patient who suffered from a severe form of hernia. You remained calm despite knowing exactly what he was referring to. The man seemed to have no ill intention towards you. Perhaps you’ve gained quite an audience and some fans.

“The angel,” Choso spoke again, hoping it would clarify things. It felt like a futile attempt. Of course, if you truly were the killer, then you wouldn’t just reveal yourself to someone like him.

“What about it? Did you like what you saw?” You finally stopped writing and stood up. Choso couldn’t help but look at your dress shirt which was unbuttoned on the top, giving him a glimpse of your push-up bra.

Choso instantly turned red, sweat forming on his temples. “Yes. Well, I think you’re very skilled. You’re the best out there,” he stuttered.

“Of course I am,” you grinned.

Now that you’ve revealed his identity to him, Choso found himself in the best possible situation he could have gotten into, right between your big thighs, his tongue swiping and sucking on your clit until you cum and squirt on his pretty face.

Choso begged you to let him fuck you, but you told him to be patient. He was on his knees, arms tightly wrapped around your leg while he desperately humps you, smearing his pre-cum all over your leg.

He amused you, and because of this, you decided to keep him around as your little toy. You can't keep relying on killing assholes to keep you excited. You needed a little fun when it comes to sex and bitches too.

Choso would frequent your office or you'd bring him to your car so he could relieve you. If he was good enough, you'd return the pleasure by riding his dick until his eyes are rolled back and his tongue was sticking out. Sometimes, he'd even ask you to hold him at gunpoint or to press a knife against him. He was your cute and freaky sex doll. Your pride and ego forbid you from admitting this, but you’ve grown a soft spot for him.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Green Flags

Gender neutral

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Ace Trappola

— Gets along with your family

He may be a big jerk to you but when he meets your parents or any of your family he is literally perfect. He will do anything and everything to look good in front of your family. It’s for approval but he’s the type to actually care as well. If you have younger siblings then he’d be willing to babysit them and buy them things (nothing too expensive hes not that nice).

— Will call you out

This may seem like a red flag to some but disagreements in any sort of relationship is good. He would never invalidate how you feel but if you need to be set straight, then he’ll do that for you. And likewise, if you call him out then he’ll take it just as seriously. When this happens, one of you are bound to be a bit hurt but Ace is thankful that you would do that for him.

Deuce Spade

— Waits for you

He is very patient. Every text he sends, he sits there waiting staring at his screen for a good 5 minutes, just waiting. If you two have different classes he is still dedicated to walk you to your next class. As soon as the bell rings he runs out the room and waits for you outside of yours. He’s also the one that waits for you when you tie your shoes.

— Always excited to see you

He lights up whenever he sees you. It could’ve been just a short 5 minutes and he waltz over to you like he hasn’t seen you in months. If he wasn’t so shy about it, he would pick you up off your feet and spin you around in a tight hug. He really can’t deny how much he loves being around you.

Cater Diamond

— Hypes you up

Your personal hypeman right here! It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, your posture, location, or mood he will shower you with compliments. “O-M-G you literally look ethereal right now. C’mere!” Takes lots of photos of you. He will try his best to fix your hair or clothes if it gets messed up.

— Buys matching things

You have so many matching accessories. Keychains, hairclips, bracelets, necklaces, etc… He loves matching things and he thinks it’s just so cute to match with someone. He knows you’ll never turn him down!! If he catches you wearing it or you ask him to match it, he literally won’t shut up and he will be all over you— you’re just so cute!!

Trey Clover

— Looks into your interests and hobbies

Not only will he listen to you talk about your interests or hobbies, he will actually try to get into it himself. He will keep you updated on his progress of your favorite show/book/game. And with hobbies he’s probably not gonna be very good at it if it’s something he hasn’t tried but at least you’re there to help him.

— Pats your head

Okay everyone needs a good head pat. It’s honestly a thing that’s never failed him (for the most part). Sometimes he’s a little awkward with physical affection even thought he actually loves it. The most casually thing is to just pat your head and say “I love you good job”.

Riddle Rosehearts

— Listens without judgement

If you ever need to talk to him about your problems, he’s all ears. You can tell he’s listening closely because of his gaze. He really only sees you when you’re talking and nobody else. It’s very intense (ﾟ∀ﾟ)… Whether if you’re in the wrong or not, he doesn’t scold you on it and gives his earnest opinion.

— Checks up on you for no reason

Please pick up his calls or else he will think you got kidnapped or something. He sorta just calls you and you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice. When you two are together, he’s always staring at you— trying to read your facial expression. Don’t be surprised if he randomly stops by, he just does that. He doesn’t really have a reason nor does he have the time for that but he does it anyway.

[wakeup01]

A Matching Pair

Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.

“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.

“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of…‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.

Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.

“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.

“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.

“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.

“He.”

“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.

“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.

“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”

“Wow, you don’t say.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.

“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.

“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.

“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”

“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.

“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.

“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”

“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”

“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.

“This is stupid-“

“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.

“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.

“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…

“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.

Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.

“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.

“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”

“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.

“Eyes up here fam.”

*snap*

I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.

I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”

“Don’t know…”

“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”

Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.

“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.

“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.

“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.

It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.

“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.

“Yeah what?”

*snap snap*

“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.

“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.

“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.

“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.

“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.

Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.

Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.

“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”

Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.

“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”

The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!

“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”

Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.

I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.

“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”

He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.

“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”

That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…

He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.

“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.

Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.

“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.

“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”

Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.

I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.

“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”

I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.

I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.

“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.

“Yep. He got socked.”

“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.

WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.

“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.

“But…mmm,”

“Say it.”

*snap*

“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.

“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”

Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.

“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”

“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”

“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!

“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”

The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.

“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.

“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.

“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.

“Pu—puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.

“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”

“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”

His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.

“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”

Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!

Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.

I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.

“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.

As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.

“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”

He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.

With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!

My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.

“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.

Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”

What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.

He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…

It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.

“Let’s get you acquainted.”

I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.

The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.

There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”

I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.

The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.

“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”

Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.

[hollowbutcanlove]

Words feel like… Part III

iso x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, Cypher knows a little more than the others, difficult experiences, pain, not very human experiences.

18+ only

words: 1828

a/n: the abilities of Y/N are taken from my OC. in short, she can take on the appearance of other people and creatures, as well as copy their abilities.

pt I pt II pt IV pt V pt VI

Sunday started with a call from Brimstone, who called you for an unscheduled assessment of your abilities. Since you have been in the protocol not so long ago and know little about your abilities and their implementation, before the mission they decided to call you for some kind of another test in the training area where the bot Max lived. You took your time because you knew they weren't going anywhere. But you wanted to rest for an extra couple of minutes before this event.

Nevertheless, closer to the appointed time, you still came to the site, where Viper, Bristone, Sage and… Omen? It's strange to watch him, because usually only these three and a few other people were present. Including Killjoy, which you haven't been watching right now.

"Here I am! " - a panting girl came in after you. If you remember the sun, that's a ray. She had some strange devices in her hands that you hadn't seen before. - " I have collected something that will help you track the change in vital signs in the process of your transformation into another person. As well as a few other important things, the names of which obviously won't tell you anything. "

"I can only assume that your ability to copy your appearance and abilities has something to do with the phenomenal rate at which your DNA transforms. And the radianite that created this anomaly gives you the ability to use your copy volume abilities as well,” - Viper concluded, - ”But that's for living people. Today we want to see if you can use your abilities to interact with… questionably living beings."

"Is that why Omen is here? "- you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yes,” - Viper nodded and continued. - "I've asked Killjoy to design a device. Now we'll hook it up to you and we can get started."

The dark-haired German immediately began unraveling the wires and attaching the analyzers to you: on your arms and legs in the form of bracelets, some in the form of suction cups attached under your clothes and on your head. You were a little uncomfortable. The suction cups felt like they were about to fall off, making you uneasy.

"Omen, Y/N. You may begin."

"Just a second,” - Killjoy said, then typed something into her laptop computer. - "It's okay now."

You exhaled, then walked over to Omen. He had always seemed kind of intimidating and mysterious to you, so you had little contact with him outside of general events. He stared at you for a while, waiting for you to act.

"A hand,” - you asked. Normally, touching any part of your body was enough, but you didn't know what was best, so you asked for his hand.

Omen silently held out his clawed palm and you touched it. As you concentrated on taking his form, you began to feel unpleasant goosebumps and shivers. Though the transformation itself took mere milliseconds, it lasted longer for you because of the vivid sensations. But something was wrong. You immediately began to feel painful tingles all over your body that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each passing second. You felt as if you were about to be torn apart. Something began to beep loudly; you turned toward the sound and saw the red color on the monitor screen and an error sign.

"Oh, shit,” - Killjoy was trying to fix the problem, and you were staring around in bewilderment.

The voices were getting louder, then quieter. The intermingling of the voices made you shriek and clutch your hands to your head. Perhaps because you are human by nature, you felt Omen's every moment was like an eternal, all-consuming agony.

"Y/N, return your form! "- Viper shouted sternly.

You tried to focus on returning, but nothing was working. You backed up and almost crashed into Killjoy. Through the pain, you touched her. It was easier to take on someone else's form than to return to your old one. Within moments, you were relieved, though the pain still lingered throughout your body. You were breathing hard, your heart racing, your pupils fluttering. It was a sensation you couldn't forget. They were terrifying, frightening, unbearable. You felt empathy for Omen.

"The readings showed an extremely high exaggeration of norms,” -Killjoy began. - "Even the program gave an error. That's…something…interesting. I'd like to work on this device some more and repeat the experience."

"I'm not ready,”- you sobbed. - "It hurts like hell. I thought I was gonna die. How did I not faint from the painful shock?"

"Sage was your insurance."

"Thank you,” - you nodded. -" I think… It's… Ah… How to say… Because of the difference in our natures?"

"Because you're human, it's hard for you to take on the form of Omen. I understand,” - Viper nodded. - "Maybe it's a temporary effect and can be trained. What do you think?"

"I don't know,” - you shook your head.

"We'll find out. In time. When you're ready."

"Wouldn't that be cruel to her? "- Sage asked.

"This world is cruel, Sage. So why should we be? Especially such an interesting specimen. Perhaps we can better understand Omen's nature."

"If you want, we'll bring you something for dinner as an incentive,” -Killjoy asked, looking away from the computer. - " You need to rest and some sweetness will help with that."

"A milkshake and some cherry scones,” - you exhaled, starting to take in your appearance.

"Copy that!"

"You can go, get some rest,” Brimstone nodded and began to discuss something with Viper and Sage.

You didn't listen and left immediately. The pain you'd been through was still lingering. You had to stop sometimes to catch your breath. You wanted to relax and take your mind off it. And a crazy idea came to you.

When you reached the common living room, you looked around. Fade and Neon had just disappeared from the kitchen, talking furiously about something. You exhaled, marveling at how fortunate the circumstances were. You knock a few times, and the door opens. Iso shows up in front of you, in his house clothes. He was out of the shower, you could smell it in the room from the humidity of his wet hair and the smell of his shower gel, which admittedly was quite tasty. He let you inside and immediately closed the door.

"Sorry for the suddenness of it,” - you apologized and sat down on the bed.

"I see you've been somewhere,” - he nodded. - "Tense conversation or practice? You don't look so good."

"Sort of. I don't want to talk about it yet. Why don't you just help me de-stress, please?"

"Hmm,�� - he said thoughtfully. - "I think there's a way. Short, but effective. I'll have to run some errands afterward."

You didn't question him, since you weren't that close, so you just nodded, putting the initiative in your boyfriend's hands. Iso ran his hands through his damp hair before sitting down on his knees in front of you. His hands gently traced your thighs over the top of your pants, and then he stopped at the elastic band. You understood him without words and lay back, giving him the opportunity to remove your clothes. And you seemed to understand what he was getting at. You didn't mind, and it was interesting to see if the “beginner” could do it so well that you could have an orgasm.

His fingers traveled down your already bare thighs, making goosebumps run up and down your body. Anticipation began to build inside you as the guy teased your thighs.

"Didn't you say you had things to do afterward?" -you asked. - "I think we should hurry."

"These things don't like to be rushed. Enjoy."

Finally he moved to a more intimate area and began massaging your clit through the fabric of your underwear. You waited with interest to see what he would do next. After a few circular movements, he pushed the fabric aside and began to massage the folds directly. Pleasant goosebumps all over your body decided to gather in one place, causing light butterflies in your stomach. And while the first hand was working on the outside, the second hand started on the inside. Iso's fingers begin to explore the space inside you. Probing your walls, he simultaneously watches your reactions, trying to catch the moment when he finds the most sensitive spot, where the nerves from your clitoris' legs run closest to the walls of your vagina. (There's a reason he's read so much about it.) And when he finally finds that vulnerable spot, you twitch slightly at the incomprehensible feeling of pleasure. A light moan escapes your lips. He smiles.

You feel the fingers that had been massaging your clit being replaced by something wet and hot. You exhale noisily. Because of the stimulation of the sensitive point inside you, your clit is slightly more sensitive than usual. His free hand, still wet from your juices that it has managed to collect on the outside, finds itself on your thighs and squeezes them lightly. He then lets his hand go and places one of your legs on his shoulder, you repeat the action yourself already with the other leg. This in a way lets Iso sink deeper into you. You begin to feel the butterflies in your stomach start to move in a special way. Little by little, the orgasm creeps up on you after just a couple minutes of Iso's manipulation.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

Before you can say anything, a wave of orgasm rips through your body, and you involuntarily squeeze your legs together, causing the guy's head to be held captive. He stops and rests his chin on your lower abdomen, watching you breathe heavily and clutch his sheet. It was too good. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he using some kind of cheat codes or something? You didn't know. But the fact that he could make you cum so easily never ceased to amaze you. Doubts about what he said about his virginity were still growing.

"How are you? "- He asked, still holding you close and stroking your thighs.

"Fine,” -you exhale and unclench your thighs, -”I'm sorry."

"It's okay,” - he licked his lips, which made you blush, because his face was still wet with your juices and his saliva.

"Let me guess, this is your first time doing this, too?"

"Not exactly. I've been practicing."

"I'm afraid to ask what or who,” - you laughed, realizing he meant some kind of fruit or vegetable.

"Trade secret,” he picks up his pants from the floor and puts them next to you. - "And now I have to get ready. Today it's my turn to fly to the store with Killjoy."

"Good luck,” - you nodded, pulling on your pants. - ”Then, important note, vanilla milkshake. Just vanilla."

"Hmm?"

"I ordered a milkshake and scones from Kj."

"I'll take note,” - he nodded.

You managed to get to your room without incident. Except for Cypher's messages.

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― confessions ; foolish gamers

info! fluff, fic / gender neutral reader

cw! homophobic chicken

request! how foolish would react to his crush spontaneously confessing to him

dedication! @goldenstarofthunderclan (so sorry for taking so long!)

notes! forgive me homie, i just thought that this would be so much cuter as a minific. if you'd prefer headcanons, i can throw some out there! i just think this lil scenario is super cute :> also sorry for the homophobic chicken mention in here, i couldn't come up with anything better that they have in NC. also this definitely turned into a full fledged fic so sorry about that lmao. enjoy :]

you hummed, curled up cozy on the couch while foolish did something in the kitchen. you weren't exactly sure what it was, just that he was making a lot of noise. another sigh, dramatic and loud, as you readjusted on the couch. annoyed at his absence, you shifted again, folding your hands and laying your head over them.

it seemed like it would be a while until he came back. you frowned at the thought, pulling the hood of the too-big sweater over your head. it was foolish's; he had given it to you to wear since you kept complaining that it was too cold. you tried to keep from thinking about it too hard.

finally, you had decided that you'd had enough and sat up abruptly. "foolish, what are you doing in there?" you called, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "aren't we supposed to be hanging out? you've been in there for like 20 minutes."

foolish peeked his head out of the kitchen, frowning. "i know, but i'm hungryyyy," he whined.

"do you not have any food? i swear you went grocery shopping just the other day."

"i do! but nothing snackable. nothing... worth it," he replied.

you stared at him another moment before huffing and letting yourself fall back onto the couch. "foolish!"

he was quiet for a beat. then, "i have an idea."

you didn't sit back up again, just turned your head to face him. "what?"

he leaned onto the doorframe, almost hugging it, still half-peeking out. "do you want to go get food?"

you perked up at that. "ooh! yes, i'd love to! what are we thinking?" you asked eagerly, leaning on the back of the couch, knelt on the cushions.

you both thought for a moment. then he looked up at you, scrunching his nose. "i hate to say it, but is chick-fil-a the vibe?"

"i mean, waffle fries and chick-fil-a sauce do sound really good right now..."

foolish sighed dramatically, throwing his head back in faux exasperation. "fine. get some shoes on and then we'll leave," he said, feigning annoyance even though it was his idea.

you shook your head and smiled as you stood from the couch, searching for your shoes. in just a minute he was hastily pulling a hoodie over his head and ushering you towards his car as though you guys were late to something. it wasn't that far of a drive, but the two of you still sang along to shitty radio music.

soon enough you were parked in the drive thru, humming along to the music as you both looked over the menu.

"hi there! i'll be with you in just a minute," a voice chirped from the drive thru speaker.

"no problem!" foolish responded, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he scanned over the menu.

you didn't think too hard about what you wanted, having already decided before you guys left the house. you mostly looked at the menu in case something else sounded more appealing, but you found yourself distracted by the designated driver and his carefree humming. the way he tilted his head in time with the music. the way his hair hung around his ears in the awkward phases of growing it out. and he was still wearing the bracelet you'd made him for his birthday. for some reason the thought made you blush.

then suddenly a voice was coming over the speaker again and you'd been ripped back into reality. you blinked and foolish was finishing his order, turning and waiting expectantly for your order. "what do you want for dinner? do you wanna order for yourself or do you want me to say it?"

you felt more blood rush to your cheeks at the suggestion, hurriedly shaking your head. "no, no, i'm fine. i can do it," you assured him, almost leaning over him to make sure that the microphone would pick you up. "hi there! could i please get a chicken sandwich combo with two packs of chick-fil-a sauce and an oreo shake?"

a beat of silence. you waited anxiously for the speaker's reply. "would you like whipped cream on that milkshake?"

your gaze flickered nervously to foolish, who almost seemed to be leaning towards you instead of away. "yeah, that's fine," you answered stiffly.

"alright, we'll give you the total at the second window."

"thank you so much," you called impulsively out the window before moving back to your own seat.

foolish watched you from his peripheral, giggling as he pulled the car forward. "you okay?"

you huffed, rubbing at your nose, an anxious tic. "yes. why?"

"you're just actin' a little goofy is all," he teased, still drumming his fingers across the steering wheel.

you rolled your eyes, cracking a grin. "i am not."

he put one hand up in mock surrender, the other staying on the wheel. "if you say so!" he said before mumbling a playful, "just a little bit, though."

you laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder as you guys inched through the line. more singing and then you found yourselves at the final window of the drive thru. the window clerk announced your total and you promptly began digging through your wallet for your card. "can we split the bill possibly?" you asked without looking up.

"no, no. i've got this one," foolish said nonchalantly, handing his card to the clerk with a polite "thank you."

you looked up from your wallet, nose scrunched. "huh?"

foolish looked back to you easily, both hands on the wheel now. "i'm paying for dinner."

"what? no, we always split it-"

"no, listen. i'm the one that was hungry. i'm the one that asked you to hang out. i insist on paying, it's only fair. just let me treat you," he said, and it was so casual that it had you blinking and wondering if you were the one being weird here.

it wasn't super weird for one of you to pay for the whole dinner. if you guys didn't split the bill, one of you would cover it and the other would get them back the next time you guys went out. pretty standard friend stuff. but it was also something that you guys normally talked about beforehand. he'd never sprung something like this on you before. what the hell was happening? why did he suddenly care so much about treating you to some chick-fil-a for dinner?

you blinked dumbly at him. "are you sure?" was the only response you could muster from the disoriented depths of your mind.

he laughed lightly and then nodded, drumming a quick beat on the wheel. "positive. don't worry about it."

you didn't have too much time to think about it before the cashier was back at the window, handing over foolish's debit card and your food and drinks. you scrambled to put the drinks into the cup holders and pull the bags onto your lap; it was the least you could do considering that he paid for everything.

foolish played along with everything as though it was just another evening. and maybe it was. he danced along to the tune of the radio as he drove, singing softly as he navigated the roads back to his house, but you found yourself stuck in your head. did that mean something or were you reading too much into things? was this supposed to mean something? were you missing a cue somewhere? were your feelings for him not as secret as you had initially thought? hope to god he wasn't just pushing your buttons or humoring you.

you turned to face him, eyes squinted as you did your best to analyze his body language. "foolish," you said, tone even.

"yes?" he asked, only taking his eyes off the road to look at you for a second.

"i like you."

and there it was. unplanned, sudden, all out in the open. just a second of silence, the both of you still.

"are you sure?" he asked, gaze moving back and forth between you and the road.

"oh jeez." your palm met your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"no, wait! that came out wrong!" he rushed, trying his best to articulate his thoughts well while also focusing on the road. okay, maybe this wasn't exactly the best time to be springing this on him. oh well. "what i meant was," he started again, exhaling a loud puff of air. "oh, thank god. i've liked you for like. so long. i thought i like missed my window or something."

you blinked owlishly at him, eyes round and wide as saucers. "what?!"

"what do you mean 'what'?!" he yelled, gesturing vaguely at you. "you're so. ugh!" he paused for a fraction of a second. "in a good way. in a good way, i promise."

"well, you are too!" you yelled back, the paper back of food crinkling in your hands. you smiled, nose scrunched up. "oh god, this is so weird. pull the car over, we need to talk about this."

"no, no! we're almost home, we can just talk when we get there."

"seriously? i wanna know all about this whole 'you liking me forever' thing," you teased, reaching into the bag and blindly stealing a waffle fry.

he inhaled a dramatic hiss, feigning a grimace. "i really shouldn't have said that part, huh?"

you grinned, biting your french fry. "not if you didn't want me to hold it over your head forever."

it was silent for a moment, nothing but the radio and the sound of the car driving down a sleepy road. both of you grinned, looking straight out the windshield.

then foolish turned to you, nearly beaming. "so you really like me?"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "course i do, idiot." you playfully shoved his shoulder. "now look back at the road before you crash the car."

[billgetsmewet]

2005 bill fluff PLLSSSSSSSS😩😩

Scent

a/n: ive been wanting to make a 2005 bill fluff bc hes the most precious being idc what yall say

i may or may not have included some of the corny shit me and my man do pls sophisticate my fucking phone from me

Youre sitting at your desk, quickly curling your lashes before putting your 3rd coat of mascara on.

You spray yourself with perfume, all over, knowing it was gonna be ruined by the smell of pure nicotine…

You got your bag, put on your shoes, right in time for you to catch your bus.

You were super excited today, you always are, ever since youve got some motivation to go to school everyday, even when sick or just hungover.

Today was your 1 month anniversary with Bill. You knew what he was gonna do, since he has been hinting it. He cant keep a secret for his life, but so have you. You already had your own bra strap on your hand, all ready to put it on his.

It was kinda crappy since you didnt know how to make it into a bracelet, but he was gonna figure it out, it wasnt your problem.

You arrive at school, and your friend is already waiting for you in the bus stop.

You two chat a bit before going for a quick smoke behind the school, you knew Bill would go that way with Tom.

It was perfect, your friend liked Tom and you liked Bill. It was like a corny 2010 romcom.

As you light your cigarette you see his silhouette appear.

You didnt want to give him the suprise just yet, you wanted to tease him. He hugs you, saying goodmorning before quickly heading to school, since he needed to copy homework for his first class.

You and your friend finish the cig and rush into school, already 5 minutes late. Luckily the teacher wasnt there yet, so you had time.

You finally finish the first class, already heading out to catch up with Bill in the quick break.

His eyes were practically begging for your gift as he had something in his hands himself, hiding it behind his back as he came down the stairs.

He had his eyes on your wrist, you smiled, sliding it over onto one of his hands as he smiled brightly. He handed you your gift aswell. He got one of his sweaters for you.

You hug him in excitement, kissing his cheek as you pull away.

You hear the bell ring and its as if you wont see him for a year after this, but you know hes going to call you out next break, like he always does.

-timeskip-

once you got home you put his sweater on.

It smelled heavenly. However, it was like 27 degrees celcius outside and you wouldnt be able to handle it. But you found a solution.

You took the hoodie off and slid it onto your pillow as a cover, so you would be able to smell his perfume while falling asleep.

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[ddejavvu]

Multiverse Monday with Aaron hotchner comforting you on the jet because you hate flying?

I love your writing! 🤍

thanks so much! 💗

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Your motion sickness bracelets are not doing their job. Or, maybe they are, maybe you're not nauseous because you're flying, maybe you're nauseous from nerves. It's not the motion of the plane that has your stomach churning, it's the thought of being on it.

Your grip on the seat is close to cracking the cushion open and letting stuffing spill from its confines. It looks like you're just sitting with your arms at your sides, but when Hotch stands up to get himself a refill on coffee, he notices your hand curled into the seat.

He makes his way to the kitchen, intent on not causing a scene. He snags a packet of crackers out of the small snack stash they've got on board, bland so that it wouldn't aggravate your stomach but substantial enough to give you something to do. He's never fixed his coffee faster, and he sets it on the table just before the plane hits mild turbulence. A drop or two sloshes over the rim of his mug, but that's the least of his concerns. Your face goes tight with fear, eyes squeezing shut as your chest puffs with a breath. He crouches by the side of your seat, balancing on his calves with the toes of his shoes planted on the floor of the plane.

"Ease up," He murmurs, and you only notice he's there when he speaks. He takes your hand into his own, squeezing it gently to let you know it's okay to use him as your replacement stress toy. Your fingers are clammy and shaky, but you try to keep them loose so that you don't cut off his circulation.

"Rossi doesn't like flying either," Hotch informs you, and the man turns around to glare at him ferociously from behind, "This doesn't happen often, though. It'll be okay, it's just a little turbulence."

"Turbulence is mostly harmless," Reid revs into action, "That's actually the least of our problems. We should be worried about-"

"Spencer." Hotch snaps, eyes blazing, "Not now."

"Oh." Spencer's face pales, and he eyes your rapidly rising and falling chest, "Uh, right. Sorry Y/L/N."

"He's just rambling." Aaron assures you, "There's no danger, okay? We're fine, we've never had issues with the jet before, and this isn't anything bad. If you want, I'll go ask the pilot when he thinks we'll be out of the clear?"

"No!" You speak without thinking, slightly embarrassed for your outburst, "Uh, I just- can you... stay?"

"Scoot," He nods quickly, keeping your hand in his as he stands. You scramble to the other end of the bench of seats and he slides in next to you, shutting the window that's now directly to your left.

"Thank you," Your voice is thin, trembling with fear, "Uh, I'm really sorry about this, Hotch. I know this probably isn't the most professional thing in the world. But I-!" You let out a squeak at a particularly large jolt of the plane, "I just get nervous."

"It's okay. Everyone's afraid of something, that's human nature. Reid," Hotch calls back to the poor doctor, still probably caught off guard from the way he'd snapped earlier, "Would you go and ask about the turbulence? Just see if he's got an estimate."

"Will do," The lanky man is off towards the cockpit without a second thought.

With an estimate of two minutes of mild turbulence left, all you can do is wait. Hotch keeps you grounded, hand tight around yours and thigh pressed to your own.

"I said everyone was afraid of something," He repeats, keeping conversation to distract you, "Do you want to know what I'm afraid of?"

A few ears perk around the jet; no one wants to miss this. Fortunately, Hotch notices, and leans in to whisper in your ear when you nod, "Weasels."

You frown, "What?"

"They were always so scary on cartoons," Hotch laughs, a breathy sound that hits your neck in a puff of air, "Always stealing people's stuff and running in packs. I was convinced I was going to see some if I ventured to the empty side of the schoolyard. There was a storage shed back there and I knew there was a group of them living inside."

"Weasels," You giggle, albeit weakly. Hotch is glad for any improvement at all, though, and doesn't mind the childish embarrassment, "That's a fair point, they were scary."

"They always smoked those fat cigars," Hotch muses, a smile quirking up his lips, "I thought I was gonna pass out when Rossi first did it in front of me."

That gets you laughing, really laughing. You don't even notice as the plane stabilizes, time slipping away through an hourglass you're not worried enough to search for anymore.

"Derek's claustrophobic, though." Hotch teases, louder this time.

The aforementioned agent looks up; scandalized, "Hey!"

"It's true!" Spencer nods, swatting away a slap that Derek tries aiming for his arm. You're settled back into your seat now, no longer tense and panicked, but Hotch's hand stays firm in your own as Spencer gushes, "There was this one time when we got stuck in an elevator together, and-"

[beecauseevan]

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December 2023

The holiday season is stressful, especially for first responders. Eddie always breathes a sigh of relief when January rolls around and the craziness stops—at least until the surge of Valentine's Day related candle incidents hits them and the whole yearly cycle starts anew. The annual toy drive, however, is a brief moment of respite from all the stress; it's not peaceful by any means, it's loud and chaotic, but it's an energizing sort of chaos, and he looks forward to it every year. 

Today is the day. He's down in the app bay, surrounded by tables filled with gifts—dolls and toy cars, lego sets and books on one side, colorful parcels on the other, and he and Buck are in the middle of that mess, turning unwrapped gifts into wrapped ones. Buck is telling him about a documentary he watched the other night, something about a leggings-based pyramid scheme, and Eddie listens to him talk, nodding and shaking his head and providing input wherever it's appropriate, and he gets lost in it, in the sound of Buck's voice and the rustle of patterned paper and the quiet zzzzip of tape being pulled off the dispenser. 

He's wrapping up a little toy excavator when Ravi joins them, a stack of gifts in his hands and a distraught expression on his face. 

"Guys, can I ask you something?" 

Buck stops mid-ramble, instantly ready to problem-solve, and Eddie nods too. 

"Okay." Ravi shoves his hands into his pocket then pulls them out again, fiddling with the sleeves of his LAFD hoodie. "So—you both have girlfriends right?"

"Uh," Buck says, and glances at Eddie.

"Yeah," Eddie says, after a moment. He's been seeing Marisol since May, and things are—good. Things are good. Definitely good enough to be calling her his girlfriend.

"Right," Ravi says, hiding his hands again. "Right. What are you getting them? For Christmas?"

Eddie looks at Buck. Buck looks back at Eddie. Eddie isn't sure why he's waiting for Buck to go first, but he is, and so neither of them answers for a minute. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it's Eddie who breaks first.

"Well," he says. "Buck likes to give his girlfriends gifts that come with built-in GPS. So I guess Natalia is going to be the owner of a brand-new tracker necklace. Or bracelet. Or ring."

"Seriously?" Ravi asks, which is silly. He knows Buck. He shouldn't be surprised.

Buck rolls his eyes at Eddie, who laughs. 

"And Eddie likes to give his loved ones bad news," Buck retorts. "Like, 'hey babe, I'm quitting'."

"That was one time," Eddie replies. "And I did not call you 'babe'."

"One time so far," Buck says. "Who knows what you're up to."

"Guys," Ravi interrupts. He sounds a little bit desperate. "This isn't helpful. I need ideas. Real ideas."

"Who's the lucky person?" Buck asks. 

He slides a sly look in Eddie's direction. Eddie smirks at Ravi. Ravi shuts them down instantly. "Nice try. I'm not telling you."

"Chocolates," Eddie decides, while Buck pouts. "Or flowers."

"That's way too generic," Buck says, before Ravi can even open his mouth. "No, it has to be something fun. Like—a trip on a hot air balloon."

"What if they’re afraid of heights?" Eddie points out. "Go with something safe. Like movie tickets. Or—other tickets. To a Lakers game or something."

"To a Lakers game," Buck repeats, rolling his eyes. "How romantic."

"It is if you like basketball. And—either way, it's better than a tracker."

"Taylor liked it."

"Oh, come on."

"Thanks." Ravi interrupts, clearing his throat. He's backing off now, making his way back to the other side of the table. "All great ideas. I'll—yeah. Bye."

Then he's gone, leaving them alone with their presents and their wrapping paper. Eddie turns to Buck. "He's not going to think about any of those things."

"No way," Buck agrees. "He's probably going to ask Hen instead. Or Cap. And I don't blame him. Lakers tickets." 

Buck shakes his head disdainfully. Eddie shrugs. He grabs a doll from the pile next to him and starts to wrap it up. The paper he's using is white and covered in holly leaves. Buck chose a roll of plain red. 

"I would love to get some Lakers tickets."

"I'll keep it in mind for your next farewell present," Buck replies. 

Eddie rolls his eyes but lets it go. A comfortable silence settles between them, interrupted by the occasional rustle of paper. They could exist in this silence for hours, enjoying each other's presence without the need for conversation, and a lot of the time they do. Eddie doesn't know what makes him break it this time, what makes him ask:

"Is Natalia coming to the party? "

"Uh." The sound Buck makes is too uncertain to be a groan, but only just.

For a moment, Eddie wonders—wonders. There's a strange feeling in his chest, tingly and too tight. He might be coming down with a cold.

"No," Buck says, then, and that feeling fades into something less tight, something—warm. "No, I don't think so. What about Marisol?"

Slowly, the warmth fizzles out. He’s definitely coming down with something. He'll ask Hen to take his temperature later, when they're done with these presents. 

"Yeah," he says. "I think so. She's spending the evening with her family, but she'll drop by before."

Something tugs at the corner of Buck's mouth, twists it downwards, but it's gone before Eddie can identify it. 

"Right," Buck says, and turns back to the book he's wrapping "Looking forward to it."

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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[finchinmoria]

LOTR Characters as surgical hospital staff

I've had a million surgeries growing up (give or take) and was in the hospital again recently, and I coped by casting my comfort characters as hospital staff, as one does.

Please allow me to present my over-idealized hospital scenario in the form of... LOTR characters as hospital workers:

Frodo: Works the surgery admissions desk. Even at 5:45 in the morning he is cheerful and attentive. He always jumps up to help people with wheelchairs/canes or to point out the most comfortable seat in the waiting room. He asks questions gently and translates medical/insurance jargon so that different types of patients can understand them best. After he secures your hospital bracelet (verifying name and date of birth, of course) he walks with you down the hall to your next stop to get ready for pre-op. He enjoys being the first point of contact for patients because he can try to set the tone to ease anxieties. He doesn’t say he hopes everything goes well with your surgery… he assures you it will!

Merry: Pre-op nurse. Going in and out between rooms sometimes gets hectic but he’s pretty laid back and somehow has the timing of changing into hospital gowns down to a science so no one is ever waiting too long or interrupted disrobed. Gets your IV in with no problem and is more than generous with heated blankets, to the point you could probably make a blanket fort. Always talks about the randomest things to keep your mind off the surgery you’ll soon be having. Has nothing but praise for the anesthesiologist.

Éowyn: The anesthesiologist. She’s covered in medical PPE, but communicates clearly just from her eyes and voice. She sits next to your bed while she goes over everything and gives you honest answers even if they’re scary. When you ask for a little pre-anesthesia sedation she mixes up the perfect dose that doesn’t hit you too hard. It actually makes you feel relaxed, not just sedated.

Arwen: The OR nurse that accompanies you from pre-op into the surgical room. She hooks up your oxygen and talks to you while everyone else rushes around. She has a talent for reassuring eye contact. Everything is bright and overwhelming but her gentle, low voice gives you something to focus on. She asks gentle questions, explains what is going on, and holds your hand if you need. She’s the one telling you to count backward from ten as you get a little dizzy, and it’s her soothing words that give you permission to drift off to sleep.

Faramir: Post-op nurse, monitoring you when you’re waking up from the anesthesia. He knows all the right things to say to all your weird questions and nonsensical statements as you come out of it. Gently keeps you from disrupting your oxygen tube. Interprets enough of your loopy sentences to discern that you actually need nausea medicine and stays on top of it.

Aragorn: Inexplicably the only phlebotomist the hospital apparently has. He’s the one that takes your blood in pre-op and you think you’ll never see him again, but when they decide they need an emergency lab done late one night during your hospital stay, he’s the one that shows up, knocking incredibly soft on your door before he enters. Somehow he remembers everything you had talked about when he first saw you in pre-op, and picks up the conversation pretty much where you left off. He has a talent for talking about the things that make you just happy enough to distract you from getting blood drawn. Of everyone, he looks the most out of place in scrubs but that somehow makes you trust him more.

Pippin: The night shift nurse technician with the worst ever luck. If he’s on shift it’s pretty much guaranteed the blood pressure cuff will never work properly and the IV pump will explode, or at the very least make all manner of beeping noises at the worst times. He’s visibly relieved when you tell him you couldn’t sleep anyway, so you don’t mind, after five solid minutes of trying to shut the machine up. After things settle down he’s genuinely concerned over how difficult it is for you to sleep and checks in on you more often through the night. After his shift, you recall some lighthearted chats you’ve had with him through the night and it’s enough to help you finally get some rest in the early morning.

Galadriel: Radiologist that shows up to whisk you away to a different part of the hospital with cool art on the walls and stained glass panels on the ceiling. Everything is kind of floaty and you’re still unsteady but she’s way stronger than she looks and gets you on the table for your imaging with ease. It’s quite comfortable and the only thing you’ve done in this place since you checked in with Frodo that hasn’t hurt. This makes you kind of emotional, plus you’re still out of it from pain meds and not sleeping so you blurt out that she’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. (She probably hears that all the time.)

Haldir: Day shift nurse that keeps everything on the floor running the way it needs to. He keeps you informed exactly of what to expect with everything you have going on: meds, IV changes, checks on your incision and drains. He always makes sure you’re ready for physical therapy on time, though he absolutely hates it when PT plays games in the hallway. (He tries not to let his feelings about this show to patients, because he knows they love playing games in the hallway, but he certainly will not hesitate to confiscate various sporting accoutrements if they become disruptive.)

Legolas & Gimli: The two physical therapists that work your floor, and they take turns. Of course their trading off turns into a competition. You walked half the length of the hall with Gimli, but the next day you walked the entire length of the hall with Legolas. Gimli gets ahead when you tackle not one but TWO stairs. It becomes obvious you are making better progress on Gimli days, so Legolas tries to win by bringing a volleyball for you to kick around the hallway. When things get out of hand and Haldir intervenes, Legolas says it was Gimli’s idea. (He then hides the volleyball from Haldir in your room.)

Gandalf: The random hospital chaplain that never shows up at the same time twice, even though he always says he’ll stop by “right before lunch.” Sometimes it’s 8 AM sometimes it’s 2 in the afternoon, once it was almost midnight, but you were awake and it was nice to have company for a few minutes. (The only problem is if he shows up during PT. Legolas will cut your session short so you can visit, Gimli will make him wait.) You think Gandalf should maybe be talking about religious stuff since that’s his job but he talks about anything you bring up or are interested in. Has been known to hang out and watch entire movies on the Classic Films channel with patients and sneak in vending machine snacks.

Boromir: Fills in one night as night shift nurse (he’s usually in the ICU). He doesn’t talk much at first, but he’s incredibly observant. As soon as he enters the room, before you can say anything about it feeling uncomfortable, he notices something is wrong with your incision drain and immediately fixes it. You’re kind of worried when you see Pippin is the nurse tech that night, but they actually work well together and Boromir doesn’t seem to mind even the fifth heart monitor malfunction of the night. By the end of the shift he’s cracked a few jokes and takes your vitals before he leaves so Pippin can avoid another altercation with the blood pressure machine.

Sam: The nutritionist that is responsible for the plate of waffle cut fries showing up to your room at 3 am the night after you’re cleared off the liquid diet. Because you need the calories and can’t sleep anyway. And when you were on the liquid diet, he wrote in a request on your behalf to only have cherry Jello sent after you mention that you don’t care much for orange or lime. He makes helpful suggestions but never pushes anything. (However, he does show up to chat with you in person after you didn’t order anything from the kitchen except cheese sticks and ice cream sandwiches for three meals in a row.)

Elrond: The surgeon with an odd, distant, but ultimately endearing bedside manner. He always severely over-estimates the recovery time for his patients. It’s only after reading the third night report that you were eating french fries and kicking a volleyball around the hall with Gandalf at three in the morning that he reluctantly discharges you.

Note: I was in a pediatric ward as a kid for like two months once, and on certain days they would indeed let us play volleyball in the hallway. I doubt anywhere allows adults to do this, but for this little fantasy, I couldn't resist. Thanks for reading!

[dilfspitdrinker]

Let The Light In  | Joel Miller x reader

Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated. A/N: woohoo ch 4!!! I almost posted this from work I was so excited to get it out there. Once again thank you to everyone who's reading, literally come over here and gimme a kith ^3^ Masterlist

Chapter 4

You spent the rest of the day waiting for the call. Around 9:30 pm, you laid in bed, phone in hand, just staring at it. No matter how many possibilities you ran through, you truly had no idea what Joel was going to say. That can never happen again? Let’s just forget about it? Let’s hook up? Yeah right. There was no way he was interested in you like that. He was probably just into… casual making out? You pictured him doing the same with a random woman in a bar while you were at his house watching Sarah. The image didn’t quite fit. He didn’t seem like someone who would go for casual… but then again, it’s not like you knew him that well–

You jumped at the shrill ringing of your phone, fumbling and nearly dropping it on your face. You answered with an enthusiastic, “Hi!” grimacing as soon as it left your mouth. You sure sounded excited over a phone call that was likely going to end in disaster.

“Hey darlin’, how’re you doin’?” He sounded like he was in a good mood, as if there was absolutely nothing pressing to discuss.

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“I’m quite alright, thinkin’ about you.”

So what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Against your better judgement, you went the flirty route, “Yeah? Been doing that a lot lately, or what?”

He chuckled, running a hand over his face. You didn’t even know how much of a hold you had on him. “Yeah, you do it to me darlin’.”

You were sure you had the biggest, dumbest smile on your face.

He asked if you’d eaten dinner, you told him about your favorite takeout spot. He talked about about a restaurant nearby with similar food, and you pressed the receiver closer to your ear. Even through the phone, his voice reverberated through your chest warmly. Warm and smooth like a good wine, you thought. With enough, you could get drunk on it.

“You mind looking after Sarah tomorrow evening? We’ve got a job that I think will run late.”

“Yeah, no problem!”

“Thank you darlin’, sorry for the short notice.”

While he talked about the job he and his crew would be working on, you stared absentmindedly at the friendship bracelet Sarah made you. The brightly colored strings created a sunset gradient. You used the same colors but a different pattern for hers.

You grew more anxious as you sensed the conversation winding down. You knew it was coming. He was surely letting you down easy with the small talk this whole time. In a matter of minutes you’d officially be too embarrassed to look him in the eye ever again. If you were lucky, he might just fire you.

“Alright darlin’, I don’t wanna keep you up too late. You have a good night now.”

You automatically returned the good night, because you didn’t know what the hell else you were supposed to say. Sure, you could've brought it up yourself, but-

As soon as he hung up, you rolled over and smashed your face into the pillow, groaning. You figured he’d want to pretend like it never happened, but not like that.

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You tried not to think about Joel the next day, which was a nearly impossible feat. Your mind constantly slipped back to the feeling of him holding you, so insulated from the world in his arms.

It was a mellow evening with Sarah. You cooked your homemade macaroni and cheese and forced her to have a serving of broccoli. The first time you made this recipe for her, she instantly declared it was her favorite food. And she wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the broccoli too, only the way you made it.

She finished the bracelet she promised her dad she’d make for him. It had the same sunset colors as yours and her own, but with a more complicated looking pattern.

By the time Joel got home, Sarah was in bed and you were on the couch, homework splayed out over the coffee table. You tried your best to look concentrated.

He kicked off his boots, “Sarah good today?”

“As always.”

He made his way over to the fridge, and you watched as he cracked open a beer. “You want one?” he offered.

You bit your lip, “I kinda do, but I’m hoping to finish this paper tonight.”

“What’s it for?”

“Philosophy.”

“You’re gonna need one,” he popped open another bottle, then sauntered over and set it on the coffee table in front of you.

You chuckled, taking a long swig, enjoying the coolness of it. You weren’t much of a beer person, but by the taste of it, Joel didn’t buy the shitty stuff.

He sat next to you, the couch cushion dipping, practically urging you to lean into his side. You chose not to.

You didn’t mean to drink your beer as quickly as you did, it just happened since you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself. You could hardly concentrate on your paper with Joel next to you, and you didn’t know what to say, so you just kept busy by drinking. The warmth that bloomed in your belly was enough to ward off the anxiety jitters.

Joel wondered if you were a lightweight when he noticed how your cheeks glowed pink. You looked so pretty, you pulled a smile from him without even trying, without even knowing. Your eyes were trained on a book sitting open on the table, but it didn’t seem like you were reading. He could only wonder what was going on in your head. As for himself, he was a simple man: he’d been dying in the heat all day, and the only thing he wanted was a beer and his girl.

In the back of his mind, it worried him how possessive of you he suddenly was. But in the front of his mind, his full attention was on the way your lips were wrapped around the bottle, neck exposed as you finished off your drink.

“Thanks,” you said simply. You wouldn’t look at him.

“Course.” He studied your demeanor for a moment, then continued in hopes of getting you more conversational, “You know, somewhere in there I got a recipe book for cocktails and all the stuff for it. Haven’t used it in a long time, think I should break it out again?”

“I do like a tequila sunrise,” you bit your knuckle.

Noted. “You like margaritas?”

You hummed in affirmation. Still not even twitching in his direction.

Time to quit the telepathy attempts, staring at you wasn’t getting him anywhere. He grabbed your chin, making your doe eyes look right at him, “What else do you like?”

No way to avoid his gaze now. You answered, wondering if he was even still talking about drinks, “Don’t know. Haven’t tried much else, guess I don’t go out enough.”

His thumb rubbed along your jaw. “Don’t mean to interrogate ya, but,” he threw back the rest of his beer and quickly set it down, shifting toward you on the couch, “what’s got you all shy?”

You froze, and you could’ve sworn even your blood stopped flowing. You found your voice, but not the words to go with it, “I- I just, I don’t know, I thought-“ you let out an exasperated sigh, “Nevermind. You’re right, we should just pretend like it never happened.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Who said we were doin’ that?”

You stared at him, fighting to keep the words from spilling out and making a bigger mess, “I thought… since we didn’t talk about yesterday, you’d rather just forget about it.”

He was stunned that you’d even think that. He made you think that? Well… what else were you supposed to think? Your only experience was with idiot boys doing one thing and meaning another. Of course you’d be confused, he was screwing around kissing his kid’s babysitter and leaving with no explanation. Knowing he needed to right this immediately, he released your chin and took your face into his hands, “No, no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear with you. Forgettin’ about it is the last thing I want.”

You looked up at him, eyes full of sweetness and youth and too-good-for-him. He knew it was selfish to want you, to rob you of regular college relationships and get you tangled up with a single dad. But who was he, if not a selfish man at heart?

He leaned in and captured your lips.

You could hardly believe it. Had he wanted this – you – the whole time? Him kissing you in your apartment yesterday wasn’t just some weird way of consoling you? Now that you thought about it, it was almost laughable how much doubt you let seep into your mind, when it was really so simple. You two fucking kissed. And now you were kissing again, and it felt like you’d gotten a second chance at life. And yet your hands remained frozen in your lap, aching to touch him, but still afraid of taking it too far. Whatever that meant at this point.

He whispered against your lips, “There’s no need to be shy, baby.”

You readily took that as permission to let go of your worries. Your lips melded together again as you freed your hands to roam his chest and shoulders. Those broad shoulders that you wished would just engulf you already. You drew his bottom lip between your teeth, feeling how the corners of his mouth tugged upwards.

“There you go,” he encouraged.

You were obsessed with the way his lips slotted so perfectly against yours. With the size of his hands as they pulled you closer. The heat radiating off his body.

A few sheets of paper noisily fell from the coffee table, making him break the kiss. He set them back in their place. “Sorry darlin’, I’m distracting you from your work.”

“It’s not getting done tonight,” you crawled over him.

His hands found their place on your hips, eagerly squeezing. You hungrily took his tongue into your mouth, shamelessly delighted at the way it swirled. You were hovering over him, but he pushed your hips down until you were sat on his thigh. His heart quickened as you rested your weight on him. He had to remind himself to not press his fingers into your flesh too hard. But it was just hard enough to have you struggling to keep your composure.

He said breathlessly, “Let me take you out.”

You paused, thinking you hadn’t heard him correctly, “What?”

His confidence wavered, but he wouldn't back out now. “Let me take you out on a date.”

You pulled further away to get a good look at him, “You want to?”

“Of course I do,” his brows furrowed, “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged. Truthfully, you thought even if this thing advanced, he’d treat you more as a side piece. Not in a disrespectful way, you just didn’t expect him to… date you. You were babysitting his kid, and way younger than him, and those were just the two biggest reasons. You thought he wouldn’t be interested in anything as time consuming and emotionally investing as dating, especially not dating you.

The sound of a door opening made you two practically jump away from each other. No one emerged from the hall, but there was another sound of a door opening and closing. Joel sighed quietly in relief, “She’s just going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll get out of here,” you stood and quickly gathered your things.

He grabbed your hand, “Hey, I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow. And shoot me a text when you get home.”

“I will,” you promised, and without giving yourself another second to hesitate, sealed it with a kiss. You almost wanted to laugh in disbelief. A goodnight kiss, like you were together or something. 

It hit you on the drive home. No fucking way. You and Joel fucking Miller just made out on his couch like fucking teenagers, and he asked you out. What kind of date was this going to be? Classic dinner and a movie? Fancy wine and dine? Something more outside the box and spontaneous? It excited you to think about how little you still knew about him, and how much more you’d soon find out.

Chapter 5

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Can I give roommate!Malak some silver jewelry for no particular reason

He takes it thankfully. “Wow, this is beautiful. Thank you so much.” He grabs the assortment of jewelry, putting on the rings and bracelets and necklaces with grace.

Adrastus is absolutely furious once they realize, a searing pain shocking from their finger as they go to hold his hand. “Where-,”They can’t hold his hand, they can’t bit from his wrists or neck. “Where did you get these?”

“Oh, a friend gave them to me.” He replies, inspecting them with a smile. “They’re nice, right?”

They can’t feed. “Oh, you must take them off!” They exclaim.

“What? But… but I like them…” he rolls one of the rings around the palm of his hand.

They have no reasoning. He’s never going to take them off and they won’t be able to keep him as a thrall if they can’t feed-

Wait a minute.

Only an hour later they’ve coerced him into bed, dull and glassy, legs spread to allow Adrastus access to his inner thigh. Eventually they’ll get the problem of jewlery out of the way, but it’s still fun for them to feed another way.

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Hello! If you’re still taking prompts, “what have they been putting off even though it will only take 10 minutes” and Julie?

“Julie!” Luke calls as he bounds up the stairs, “have you seen my Screams from the Attic tee?”

Julie looks toward her laundry pile and then around her room at the other items of clothing scattered throughout the space before returning her attention to the mounds of embroidery floss covering her desk in front of her. “Nope!” she shouts back.

Luke makes his way into her room and looks around, “really?”

She doesn’t look at him as she finishes choosing the colours for the next bracelet she intends to make, pulling out strands from each skein, “yep.”

He offers a disbelieving hum before settling in on her bed, “I’m running out of clothes, you know.”

Julie shrugs, “sounds like a you problem.”

He coughs out a laugh before standing back up and walking over to her, looking over her shoulder to watch her.

“If you want to watch, fine. But don’t hover. Get a chair,” she tells him and he complies, pulling up another chair and sitting beside her. 

“Can you teach me?”

She looks over at him and then back to the bracelet that she’s now several rows into before speaking, “yeah. Pick some colours. No more than four.” She shoves a pile of skeins his way before carefully setting her own project aside so she can help him.

Luke has managed to sit still and listen to Julie’s instructions long enough to have mostly made it through making his first bracelet and Julie is just finishing up the one that she’d started when he showed up when they hear another set of footsteps making their way up the stairs. They both turn toward the doorway when Alex appears.

“Jules, do you have my hoodie?” 

Julie’s gaze returns to the strands between her fingers and she feels her face heat slightly. The boys exchange an amused look over her head as she answers, “don’t think so.”

Alex looks around her room before making his over to Julie and Luke.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks. 

Luke holds up the ends of his bracelet, somehow managing not to dislodge it from under the tape it’s secured to the desk with, “making pretty things!”

Alex rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a light chuckle, “alrighty then. Can I hang with you?”

Julie nods as she finishes her last knot and turns around to face Alex, bracelet in hand. “Yeah, but give me your arm.”

He responds with a curious look but holds his arm out for her and she wraps the bracelet around his wrist, confirming that it’s the right length. When she’s satisfied, she turns back around and sets it on the desk. 

“Do you want it removable or no?” 

“Whatever’s easiest for you. Wait, is that for me?”

She turns her head to look up at him, “is that ok?”

He nods and goes to sit on her bed, “yeah. Thanks!”

Luke frowns at the bracelet in front of him, “but mine was gonna be for Alex!”

Julie laughs and shakes her arm in Luke’s direction, displaying her own extensive collection, “he can have more than one you know.”

“Yeah, I can have more than one!” Alex exclaims from where he’s sitting, pleasantly surprised at the gifts his friends are making for him. “Actually, can they maybe be removable if I’m gonna have a few?” he adds after a moment of thought.

“Of course!” Julie exclaims, “I was honestly already going to tie it like this for you anyway. I’ll teach Luke how too.”

“Thanks, Jules,” Alex says. 

Julie finishes up and trims off the ends before turning back around and handing the bracelet to Alex. He promptly puts it on, struggling slightly to pull the ends tight so she reaches out to help him. 

“All done, boss!” Luke states proudly, holding up his first attempt at a bracelet. Alex holds back a slight grimace as he looks down at Julie’s intricate and precisely knotted bracelet and then back up at Luke’s very solid first attempt. Julie clocks it and hides her own giggle behind her hand before turning to Luke to help him finish up.

“Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself then,” he grumbles as he directs an offended glare Alex’s way.

Alex is about to rebut with an almost-apology when he’s interrupted by yet another person bounding up the stairs. 

“I can’t find my flannel anywhere!” Reggie exclaims as he runs into Julie’s room and takes in both the state of it and his friends huddled together.

Julie throws her hands up in frustration. “Fine! I’ll do my laundry! You happy?” she cries and is met with laughter from Luke and Alex and a very confused look from Reggie. She ignores them and pulls herself out of her chair, directing Reggie into it. He spins around, watching as she whirls around her room to gather the items of clothing scattered throughout and throwing them into her laundry hamper. 

Luke notices a (several) very familiar t-shirt make its way through the chaos and laughs, “thought you hadn’t seen that?”

“Shut up,” she mutters as she gathers the last few things and lugs the basket out of her room, laughter trailing behind her.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Five

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Chapter Five: Controlling Brain

Summary: (Y/N), Kirk, and Bones discover where Spock's brain might be, but they encounter problems as usual.

            (Y/N), Kirk, Chekov, and Scotty stared at Bones and Spock’s body. They certainly hadn’t expected this. Bones pressed a button on the controller in his hand, and Spock’s body turned to face them.

            “Bones…what is this?” said (Y/N).

            “A helpful way to bring him with us,” said Bones.

            “…Fine, bring him along,” sighed Kirk. He didn’t have anything within him to be shocked.

            Bones directed Spock’s body forward, and they all walked towards the cave. It was disconcerting to stand beside Spock when he was so empty, but (Y/N) refused to be disconcerted. They needed to bring Spock back, and they needed his body to put his brain in as soon as possible.

            “Keep him close to the right,” instructed Kirk. “Ready?”

            They stepped back into the storeroom. The cave entrance shut with a snap. The trap had been triggered. The room whirred and clunked. They were in an elevator of sorts. Scotty, Bones, Kirk, and (Y/N) jerked from the sudden movement.

            “Call Chekov and tell him to send my stomach down,” said Bones.

            “Phasers on stun,” said Kirk.

            “Captain, the power we picked up above—we’re getting closer,” said Scotty.

            “A lot of it?” said (Y/N).

            “Enough to push this planet out of orbit,” said Scotty.

            “What source?” asked Kirk.

            “Either a nuclear pile one hundred miles across or…” Scotty trailed off.

            “Or what?” prompted (Y/N).

            “Ion power,” said Scotty.

            The whirring hummed to a stop, and the room halted. Wherever they had been taken, they had arrived. The group braced as the door slid open to reveal a hallway and a woman in gold facing them. She reached for her bracelet like the woman in lilac had, and Kirk reacted quickly. He stunned her, and she collapsed to the ground.

            Kirk walked up to her prone body carefully and felt for a pulse. Satisfied that she was alive but unable to harm them, Kirk gestured for the others to come forward.

            “I’ll have her talking in a minute,” said Bones as he woke her.

            Kirk didn’t wait around as the woman opened her eyes, and he dragged her to her feet.

            “You do not belong here,” she said.

            (Y/N) cocked their head. Her emotions were wild and frenzied, almost childlike. Unusual for a humanoid of seemingly middle-age, though some species aged slower. Still, something was off about it.

            “You are not Morg,” said the woman.

            “Take me to the one in charge,” said Kirk forcefully. “I wish to speak to him.”

            “Him? What is him?” asked the woman.

            So neither the men nor the women have any concept of what the other is…Strange for the development of a planet and species, thought (Y/N). Even just for continuing a species, it was usually necessary to be aware that the other existed.

            “What have you done with Spock’s brain?” demanded Kirk. “Where have you taken it?”

            “You are not Morg or Eymorg,” repeated the woman. “I know nothing about a brain.”

            “You’re lying,” said Kirk.

            “She’s not, Captain,” said (Y/N). They could feel the emotions of the woman, and there was nothing that usually accompanied deception, just genuine, deep, childlike confusion. “She doesn’t know.”

            Kirk let go of the woman, as frustrated as (Y/N) was disappointed.

            “See what you can pick up on your communicator,” said Kirk.

            “Aye,” said Scotty.

            “We don’t want to hurt you,” said Kirk, turning to the woman. “What is this place?”

            “This place is here,” said the woman as if that was the only relevant answer.

            “Who are you?” asked (Y/N) gently.

            “I am Luma. I am Eymorg. You are not Eymorg,” said Luma. “You are not Morg. What are you?”

            “It’s no use,” said Bones, sighing and interrupting before Kirk could interrogate Luma again. “You’ll get nothing out of that one. Hers is the mind of a child.” The readouts of his scanner didn’t lie.”

            “That explains her emotions. They show up like young children’s do,” said (Y/N).

            “Captain,” said Scotty. “I’ve got something, but I can’t quite get a fix on it.” He handed over his communicator.

            Luma tried to run, but Bones caught her. Kirk examined the communicator and opened it.

            “Fascinating.”

            (Y/N)’s head whipped around at the sound of Spock’s voice coming from the communicator. “Spock?” they said hurriedly.

            “(Y/N)?” said Spock, voice lightening.

            “Yes, Spock, it’s me,” said (Y/N) in relief.

            “There is a definite pleasurable experience connected with hearing your voice, T’hy’la,” remarked Spock.

            (Y/N) smiled at the term of endearment.

            “Skip the flirting, Spock, where are you?” asked Bones.

            “Is that you, Dr. McCoy?” said Spock. “And are you all with the Captain?”

            “Well, where else would I be?” said Bones.

            “Spock, where are you?!” said Scotty, cutting into the argument.

            “Engineer Scott, as well,” remarked Spock.

            “Spock,” said (Y/N), and Spock got the message finally.

            “Regrettably, I do not know where I am,” he said.

            “We’ll get to you,” promised (Y/N). “I won’t be long.”

            “A practical idea,” praised Spock. “It seems unlikely that I shall be able to get to you.”

            “Quickly,” said Kirk, and the group started down the hallway, following the signal as best they could.

            They froze as the woman in lilac turned a corner with two men flanking her.

            “There she is,” said Kirk, tensing. “That’s the one.” He drew his phaser. “What have you done with Spock’s brain?!”

            “What did you do to—!” (Y/N) gasped as the woman pressed a button on her bracelet, and pain shot through the group. Only Luma and Spock’s body remained upright.

            “(Y/N)?” said Spock’s voice. “(Y/N)?”

            (Y/N) collapsed, and their eyes rolled back as they fell unconscious.

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            (Y/N) awoke to find themself sitting at a table beside Scotty, Kirk, and Bones. Strange belts were latched around them, constricting their movements and unable to be removed. Several men from the surface above stood in the room, stiffly stoic and wearing similar belts. The four women sitting across from the Starfleet officers were free of the belts, and (Y/N) had a suspicion it was because they were women and the others in the room were not that they didn’t wear the belts.

            “What are you?” asked the woman in lilac. “Why are you here? You have something to speak?”

            All four women’s emotions felt strangely childish, but the woman in lilac’s empathic aura seemed a little more developed at the moment.

            “What have you done with Spock’s brain?” said (Y/N).

  ��         “We do not know Spock,” said the woman in lilac.

            “This is Spock,” said (Y/N), gesturing to Spock’s body.

            “You saw him on our ship,” said Kirk. “You have his brain. It must be restored to him immediately. What have you done with it?”

            “Ah, yes—brain,” said the woman in lilac. “You spoke to Luma also of ‘brain.’ But we do not understand.”

            “I do not know about Luma, but you were on the Enterprise,” said Kirk firmly. “We saw you.”

            “I do not know these things you speak of,” said the woman in lilac.

            Their minds were strange, their emotions were strange, and the entire planet was strange. (Y/N) was growing frustrated.

            “You came to my ship!” said Kirk.

            “We know only here below and here belove,” said the woman in lilac. “This is our place. You are not Morg. You are stranger.”

            “You were on my ship!”

            “Jim,” said Bones. “She may not remember or even really know. Disassociation could be complete. It doesn’t seem possible she could have performed surgery on Spock.”

            “No, it doesn’t,” admitted (Y/N). But that didn’t change that one of the people here had. That was the only explanation.

            “You hurt Luma,” said the woman in lilac. “It is not permitted again to hurt anyone.”

            “We don’t want to hurt anyone. We’re sorry,” said (Y/N), speaking diplomatically.

            “If you wish to return to your home, you may go,” said the woman in lilac.

            “No, uh, we’ll stay here and…learn about you and tell you of us,” said Kirk, covering as best he could.

            “Oh, yes, for instance—above, it’s cold and harsh,” said Bones. “And below, it’s warm. The air is fresh.”

            “Aye, there’s no sun, but there’s light,” said Scotty.

            The women remained confused. (Y/N) shook their head to communicate as much to Kirk.

            He sighed. “I wish to talk to those in charge.”

            “ ‘In charge?’ ” said the woman in lilac.

            “Yes, the organizers, the managers,” said Kirk. “The leader of your people.”

            “I am leader,” said the woman. “There is no other.”

            A leader with no knowledge beyond that of a child? wondered (Y/N).

            “That’s impossible,” said Scotty. “Who built the machines?”

            “Who are the doctors?” asked Bones. “Who operates?”

            “Who controls this complex?” asked Kirk.

            “Control…” The woman’s expression brightened. “Controller?”

            “Yes, the Controller,” said (Y/N), seizing upon the moment. “Who controls? We would like to meet, to see them.”

            “No! It is not permitted,” said the woman in lilac sternly. “Never! The controller is alone. Apart. We serve Controller. No other is permitted near.”

            “We intend no harm,” assured (Y/N).

            “You have come to destroy us!” cried the woman, emotions flying wildly.

            “No, we haven’t. I promise we mean no harm,” said (Y/N) calmly but firmly.

            “We just want to talk to somebody about Spock’s brain, that’s all,” said Bones.

            “Brain and brain—what is brain?!” cried the woman in lilac. “It is Controller, is it not?”

            “Yes. Yes, in a way, it is,” said Bones, trying to make them understood. “The brain controls the individual’s functions.”

            “Bones.” Kirk stopped them as he made a connection. “Scotty, (Y/N). Spock’s brain controls…” He trailed off and gestured to the room.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “No way. Could it be possible?”

            Kirk stepped out. “Great leader.” He fell to his knees dramatically. “Great leader, we come from a far place to learn from your controller.”

            “You lie!” cried the woman in lilac. “You know me; you have said that! You came to take back the Controller!”

            So Spock’s brain is the Controller. That was confirmation.

            “He is our friend,” said Kirk. “You must take us to him.”

            “Please,” said (Y/N), trying to appeal to them. “Soon it will be too late.”

            “Do not take them, Kara!” said Luma. “Do not take them to the Controller!”

            “They will be prevented,” said Kara.

            She pressed a button on her bracelet, and the belts on the prisoner’s activated. Pain shot through the Starfleet officers, and they cried out and fell to the ground.

            Kara watched them writhe in pain. “I must learn what to do.” She looked at her council. “Come with me.” She glanced at the men. “You will keep them here.” She and her fellow women left the room.

            “Yes, mistress,” replied the guards.

            The landing party groaned as the pain abated and struggled to their feet.

            “I never felt anything like that…” said Kirk. He helped the others up.

            “Every nerve was on fire,” groaned (Y/N).

            “I wouldn’t believe the humanoid organism could take such pain,” said Bones.

            “Aye. These are on to stay for a while,” said Scotty. “It must be a magnetic lock of some kind.”

            “No wonder the ‘morgs’ are so obedient,” said Kirk.

            “And terrified,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk moved towards the door, and the man stepped in front, looming over him.

            Kirk grumbled. “How is this place kept functioning by the primitive minds we’ve met?” He paused as he spied their communicators and other equipment laid out on the table.

            “Well, those women could never have set up anything as complex as this has to be,” said Scotty while Kirk tried to grab the communicators, but the other guard intercepted him. “Why, that takes engineering genius. But there’s no sign of engineering genius in any of those women.”

            “They were smart enough to invent these training devices,” said Kirk. “What a way to keep control over people.”

            “ ‘Pain and delight,’ ” repeated (Y/N). “That’s what the man on the surface said. This explains it.”

            “How does Spock’s brain fit into this?” asked Scotty.

            “With a communicator, we might be able to find out,” said (Y/N). And then I can talk to Spock again. They would like that.

            Kirk huffed and gestured to the guard. “This fellow is keeping us from our property!”

            “Well, isn’t there a way to correct that situation?” said Scotty, putting his hands on his hips.

            “I certainly think that science might provide an answer,” agreed Kirk.

            “I don’t believe Spock would approve,” remarked (Y/N). “But he doesn’t approve of many of our plans.”

            “He always agrees with yours,” said Bones.

            “Then I guess he’ll be fine with this,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Excellent.”

            Kirk turned and punched the guard in the stomach. (Y/N) helped push him down, and Bones and Scotty turned on the other guard blocking the door out. The pair were strong and threw the Starfleet officers around, but the humans and Celian were determined and resilient. Kirk tackled one, and (Y/N) struck him down while Bones and Scotty were thrown around. Kirk turned and kicked the other into the wall, and (Y/N) hit him over the head.

            “Great job,” said (Y/N) encouragingly, helping Scotty and Bones up.

            “Bones, give them something that will keep them out for a while,” said Kirk while he grabbed their equipment.

            (Y/N) opened the communicator and instantly radioed Spock’s…mind(?). “Spock? Spock? Come on, Spock.” They urged him to speak to them.

            “I’m here, T’hy’la,” said Spock. “I’m still here.”

            (Y/N) relaxed upon hearing his voice.

            “Have you returned to the Enterprise?” he asked.

            “No, of course not. We haven’t found you yet,” said (Y/N).

            “If you gave us some idea of what they took you for, maybe we could locate you,” said Kirk. “Is it medical?”

            “I am not certain,” said Spock. “I seem to have a body that stretches into infinity.”

            “Body? You have none,” said Scotty.

            “Then what am I?” remarked Spock.

            “You are a disembodied brain,” said (Y/N), knowing Spock would want the truth given to him succinctly.

            “Fascinating,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) supposed they should be relieved Spock was still being himself.

            “It could explain so much,” continued Spock. “My medulla oblongata is hard at work apparently breathing, apparently pumping blood, apparently maintaining a normal physiologic temperature.”

            “Spock, we don’t have time for that,” sighed Kirk.

            “Why are you endangering your lives by coming here?” asked Spock.

            “Because we need to save you, Spock,” said (Y/N). “You know I can’t leave you.”

            Spock was silent for a moment. “I cannot allow you to risk yourself for my sake. Additionally, I do not believe the doctor has the knowledge to restore a brain, so you would be risking yourself for nothing. I cannot let you do that, T’hy’la.” He couldn’t let (Y/N) get hurt trying to protect him. “No denigration intended, Dr. McCoy,” added Spock. “That skill does not yet exist in the galaxy.”

            “The skill to remove it exists here and now,” said (Y/N) in determination. “Restoring it has to be possible. That’s why we have to get to you now.”

            “Let me ask, how much time has elapsed since…?” asked Spock.

            “Eighteen hours and twelve minutes,” said (Y/N). They were aware of each passing second.

            “Dr. McCoy must have told you that twenty-four hours is the maximum my body can be—”

            “I told them,” said Bones, cutting Spock off as (Y/N)’s gaze saddened.

            “That leaves us exactly five hours and forty-eight minutes, Spock,” said Kirk forcefully.

            “It does seem all-too-brief a time to develop such skills, does it not?” said Spock.

            “Yes, very brief,” admitted Kirk. “But that’s why we have to get to you now. Beam us a signal so we can hone in on you.”

            “Acknowledged,” said Spock.

            “Got it!” said Scotty.

            (Y/N) let out a breath of relief. They weren’t in the clear yet, but they had a signal. They could get to the man they loved. “I’m coming, Spock.”

            “I do not doubt it, T’hy’la,” said Spock with what (Y/N) recognized as fondness. They smiled.

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