#you got pterodactyl sounds out of me

[les4elliewilliams]

can you pls write ellie talking reader through her first time having sex and just being really gentle? thank u!!

first time with loser!ellie ౨ৎ

✩ wc/cw: around 4k words ! tribbing bc😌, fingering + oral (r!receiving), corny pick up lines bc ellie's a nerd, happy trail and bushes<3 (i love body hair srry)...also shy reader??

!!mdni please!!

idk why but all i can think of is loser Ellie, so this is what you're gonna get. it sucks ass but it was fun to write so idc.

daily click・palestine masterpost・neil druckmann is a zionist・more daily clicks.

She's such a huge women's lover, worshipping your body like it's the only and the best thing she has ever seen in her entire life, and she's so gentle with you that it makes you go insane. She'll take her time with you, and she'll say the most random shit ever during it because she's a nerd and she's awkward like that (but mostly to make you feel comfortable, especially if she can sense how nervous you are). No one can convince me otherwise.

You've been together for a few months, but she'd get nervous and pull back whenever things got too heated between you two. She would touch you, palming your titties as she explored your body, but when it came time to take things further, she'd blush furiously and freeze up at the slightest sound that escaped your swollen lips.

It made her pussy pathetically throb, and she felt almost ashamed for how her body reacted at your every touch; she didn't want to pressure you into doing anything, telling herself that if you ever were in the mood, you'd make the first move or would let her know in a way. However, considering how shy you tended to be around her, she knew you wouldn't likely make the first move. Your nerves always got the best of you in her presence; you were too nervous to actually initiate anything.

She knew she had to be the first to make a move, so she decided to test the waters one day. Her touch grew significantly bolder, her hand slipping underneath the hem of your shirt and directly touching the sensitive skin of your abdomen. She traced delicate patterns over your flesh, her fingers trailing across your body with practiced ease before reaching your boobs. Your limbs tangled together, your bodies pressing against each other as you passionately explored each other's mouths. The heat between you intensified, and you could feel her subtly grinding against you, almost to get a reaction out of you and see how far you'd let her go.

Her room was always charmingly chaotic and managed but still retained an element of disorder. Light blue walls were adorned with cute science-themed decorations while a TV softly played in the background. A lava lamp sat on her bedside table, an obsession of hers that added a soothing ambiance to the room.

Her hand gently groped your breast, her mouth leaving yours to trail a series of sweet kisses down your jawline and neck, leaving you breathless and panting, your core heating up with a growing desire. The sensations sent a fluttering wave of pleasure coursing through you, stirring up a whole menagerie inside your stomach, with pterodactyls flying freely and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It was both exhilarating and overwhelming, all at once.

"Ellie..." You spoke her name in a hushed tone; your voice was soft and silky like butter, gently drawing her attention and pulling her out of her intense focus. Her worry and guilt immediately surfaced; the last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable. Yet, to her surprise, instead of discomfort or unease, she saw a whole new side to you. Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes held a passionate intensity that she had never seen before.

"Yeah?" She couldn't help but whisper, the close proximity creating an intimate atmosphere. Her green eyes roamed over your features, drinking in every detail as if it were the first time seeing you. A single auburn lock of hair fell to the side of her face, adding to her natural, effortless beauty. She was mesmerizing, yet she remained blissfully unaware of the profound effect she had on you.

You averted your gaze for a moment, your eyes drawn to her discarded, worn-out converses lying on the floor just a few feet away from the bed. They seemed the most captivating thing at that moment, distracting you from her curious but piercing gaze. She studied you intently, her intense green eyes seemingly trying to read your thoughts, and you couldn't help but feel even more vulnerable under her scrutiny.

Her voice carried a tone of concern as she questioned, "Did I go too far?" causing your heart to fill with a swelling sense of warmth. It was almost too good to be true that such a stunning and caring person like her could genuinely love you for who you were, embracing you with all your quirks and insecurities. It was a difficult concept to fully comprehend, and at times, you found yourself doubting her sincerity, unable to fathom why someone as amazing as her would choose to be with you.

"No, no, it's not that," you hesitated for a moment, your voice quiet and uncertain as you gathered your thoughts. There was a brief pause as you swallowed, trying to suppress the nerves that fluttered in your stomach. "I lied," you blurted out, your gaze hesitantly meeting hers.

Her eyebrows knit together, her confusion evident as she gave you a puzzled look. She pulled back a little, creating space between you as she sat down directly before you, her curiosity piqued. "'bout what?"

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you thought about the little white lie you had told her before the two of you started dating. Your fingers nervously fiddled with the laces of your shorts. "I actually never done it before," You mumbled, your voice barely audible as a hot flush crept onto your cheeks. The heat in your face spread down your neck and chest in a wave of embarrassment, leaving you feeling flustered and exposed under her gaze. You just wanted the ground to swallow you whole at that moment.

Lying wasn't something you normally did, but when she confessed that she had been with two other girls before you, a rush of insecurity coursed through you. You felt inexperienced and vulnerable, embarrassed that, at your age, you were still a virgin. It wasn't that you hadn't had opportunities before, but rather that you were never comfortable enough with someone to take such a monumental step. However, with her, it felt different. You felt secure and at ease, and trust blossomed between you. You knew you could confide in her and she would give you precisely what you needed, fulfilling your every desire and need. That's what she was there for, after all.

Her eyebrows shot up, an expression of surprise flickering across her perfect features. A soft oh escaped her rosy lips, her head tilting slightly with confusion. Her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all. "Wait, why did you lie about it?" she asked, her voice tinged with bewildered curiosity.

You gave her a slight shrug of your shoulders, "I dunno...I guess I just- I didn't want to seem- I don't know, it's embarrassing!" You burst out dramatically, your eyes darting everywhere but on your girlfriend, who was looking at you in awe.

Did she care? Not a damn bit. If you only knew how seethingly jealous she had been when you told her you had done it with your ex-girlfriend before. She was downright pissy for a whole week, and you had no idea why. Surprisingly, though, she never said a word about it. She couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that no one had ever touched you that way—that she would be the one to claim you if you ever let her.

She let out a relieved huff, her words tumbling out without a second thought, drawing your entire focus. "Thank god," she muttered, a weight lifting off her chest.

"What?"

"Nothing, just- I'm glad I'm your first," She confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness, eliciting an airy chuckle from you. "If you want me to be, that is," She added; she was a tangle of nerves, fearing that she might be pressuring you to move too quickly, pushing you into something you weren't ready for. Yet, if only she could see herself the way you saw her—the desire for her radiating from your every pore, plain as day and utterly undeniable, practically written all over your features for any blind person to see.

You nodded in agreement, a shy but confident look in your eyes. "Yeah, I think I'm ready," you whispered, your words filled with nerves and excited anticipation.

"We don't have to do anything if you're not ready," Her touch was like a delicate whisper, her thumb gliding tenderly across your cheek, leaving behind a trail of reassurance and comfort.

"No, I'm ready, I promise...and I trust you," Your timid voice's gentle timbre sent a rush of butterflies fluttering through her stomach, causing her insides to somersault recklessly. The fact that you trusted her to take the lead and guide you filled her with a special kind of flattery. Knowing that your trust in her was absolute was a unique form of validation.

Ellie gave you a brief nod in acknowledgment before closing the gap between you with a sly smirk. Her focus remained fixed on your lips as she inched closer, her eyes never straying from their destination. "We'll take it slow."

"I trust you," You repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, the words escaping your lips in a hushed tone. Your gaze locked onto hers, and in that moment, you swore you could see her eyes sparkle with unabashed excitement.

Her lips landed on yours again, kissing you gently yet with a hint of urgency. Her fingers skimmed across the bare skin of your stomach under your shirt, "Stop me if anything feels wrong," She murmured softly against your neck, trailing a trail of kisses down your neck. Your hum resonated in response, a gentle vibration of contentment and pleasure escaping you in a small, involuntary sound.

Her mouth worked its magic on your neck, painting it with a constellation of small, colorful marks. It was as though she were an artist, and your body her blank canvas, eagerly accepting everything she had to give to you. Her hands never left your breasts, gently squeezing and pinching your hardened nubs as she left feather-like kisses all over your torso, claiming you all for herself. Her knee pressed lightly against your throbbing, drenched core, coaxing a soft whimper from your lips.

A few moments later, both of your bodies were bared to each other's eager and hungry gazes. She trailed soft kisses down your body, her lips lingering as they approached the edge of your panties. She paused to take in the sight of the dark, damp spot blooming on the thin fabric of your pink underwear, her eyes lighting up with satisfaction. With deliberate slowness, she pressed a kiss just above the waistband, sending a shiver through you. Her hands gripped your thighs gently but firmly, the warmth of her touch contrasting with the cool air. She spread your legs wider, positioning them over her shoulders, her green, dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mix of hunger and playful intent.

Her face, poised between your thighs, radiated with beauty as she looked up at you with a mixture of desire and adoration.

What a picturesque sight, she looked even better between your thighs.

Her cheeks glowed with a rosy hue, contrasting beautifully with the smattered freckles across her face. Her eyes were wide and expressive, her pupils dilated almost as if she was under the effect of some extremely addictive drug.

"I sure am no astronaut, but I'd love to explore your universe," You couldn't help but chuckle softly at her words, the sound escaping you as she continued to pepper your inner thighs with feather-light kisses, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Her fingertips danced tantalizingly along the waistband of your panties.

"You didn't just say that," You couldn't help but giggle in disbelief.

"Oh, I did," her lips formed a small, self-satisfied grin. She loved how worked up you were getting despite you trying to hide it.

"Such a nerd."

"Hmmm...'m not," She protested softly with a slight pout on her face, slowly tugging at the hem of your panties, a silent plea for permission to continue.

You caught on to her intention almost instantly. "Take 'em off." Your command was direct.  

"You sure about this, babe?" She asked, her fingers traced along the contours of your hips. Her gaze was locked onto your face, her eyes searching yours intently for any sign of discomfort. But there wasn't any. You wanted her as much as she wanted you, and you weren't going to back down. Not now.

"Very," you reassured her.

Ellie's promise to take it slow lingers in the back of your mind. True to her word, she was taking it slow—agonizingly, deliciously slow. Her lips wandered over your inner thighs, teasing and tormenting everywhere but the one place where your need burned the most. Each kiss, each brush of her lips, was a deliberate torture, making you grow more impatient by the second, not that patience had ever been your strong suit.

Only after pleading and begging did she finally give you what you craved. The wait had left you aching for more, and the build-up only made you wetter, if that was even possible—nearly soaking the sheets of her bed.

Her breath hovered close to your wetness, coaxing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth instinctively. She gently explored your slickness with her fingers, collecting the essence of your arousal on her digits. Her smirk was a subtle hint of the satisfaction she felt, her expression one of quiet contentment as she admired the result of her touch. "Prettiest pussy I've ever fuckin' seen," she murmured under her breath, admiring your throbbing and aching core, which was begging for her touch.

You gasped sharply, your breath hitching as she touched you. Her touch was tentative and curious, trying to figure out what felt good for you and what didn't, observing your body language attentively.

Your hand instinctively found its way into her cinnamon locks, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as she feasted on you like a starved animal. She could feel the subtle twitch of your body and clit against her tongue; her movements were deliciously slow, each lick and suck intended to savor each drop of your essence and relish the taste of you.

She had been fantasizing about this moment for a while now, touching herself at the thought of it, at the thought of you writhing and squirming in her hands, moaning for her and giving her the prettiest sounds and expressions you had to offer. And it was just like in her little fantasy. You were so ethereal, so precious, so gorgeous. None of her ex's were even close to you, you were something else; tasting like you were the one for her.

"Feels so good, El," You couldn't help but let out a breathy moan; your hands found their way to her head, gently pushing her closer to your core. Her fingers tightened around the plush curves of your hips, digging into the soft flesh as she allowed you to guide her.

She moaned in response to your words, her middle finger gently teasing your entrance. Her green eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign to stop, but all she saw was your blissed-out expression. "Can I?" she asked, her voice breathless as she took a moment to fill her lungs with oxygen. You nodded vigorously, unable to form words, your need for her touch overwhelming.

She slowly slid her middle finger in, allowing your body to adjust to the sensation. "Does it hurt?" she asked, pushing it deeper in response to the slight shake of your head. Her eyes widened with amazement at how effortlessly her finger moved inside you, the slickness making it easy. You gasped, arching your back and bucking your hips against her in response, craving more of her touch. Sweet moans escaped your lips, sounds that once might have made her pause but now only fueled her desire. Your need for her was evident by every movement and ragged breath that came from you. The sound of your pleasure spurred her on, driving her to give you even more.

You were soaking her sheets, but she didn't mind one bit, too caught up in the moment. She hoped you wouldn't notice her subtly humping against the mattress, just as turned on as you were.

But you came first; she would make you feel good first. She could wait.

Her breaths grew heavier, mirroring your own, as she focused on your pleasure, her movements driven by both care and desire.

"No, it feels just perfect," you replied after a few seconds. You were a whimpering mess, and she loved it—she loved every second of it.

"You feel so good 'round my fingers...sucking me in like a black hole," She cooed softly, a coy smirk never leaving her face as she continued to finger-fuck you, adding another finger with a smooth motion. She was amazed at how well you took her, your body greedily sucking in her fingers. What a sight you were—she felt so fucking lucky. Every little twitch of your body was like a symphony to her senses, each movement driving her insane. Her auburn little bush glistened with her own arousal, dripping down her pussy and making a mess on her pastel blue sheets. Her eyes stayed fixed on your face, savoring every expression of pleasure you gave her, feeling the connection between you grow with every passing moment.

"You're so fuckin' weird," You struggled to speak, your words broken and punctuated by soft moans that threatened to escape from your lips.

"Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?" She asked mockingly, her digits curling ever so slightly to reach that soft spot inside you. The movement coaxed a loud and filthy moan from your lips, echoing in the room mingled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of your slickness and her thrusts. A look of triumph flashed in her eyes, an expression you wished you could've ripped off her face.

"Oh my god!" your eyes squeezed shut as your head sank into the soft embrace of her pillow, her fingers hitting your g-spot over and over. Each sound that escaped you was a soft, needy whine. Your gummy walls squeezed her fingers so much that she could barely move them.

"Gonna cum, baby? I can barely move my fingers..." She observed your every movement, her eyes drinking in how your muscles tensed and tightened with each thrust; she could tell you were close. Her green orbs observed the subtle tells that gave away your imminent release—the arch of your back, the quiver of your thighs, your high-pitched moans. "You're doing so good, babe. Let it alll out," she encouraged you sweetly, her thumb rubbing your clit in a circular motion, slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you; she wanted you to enjoy every second of it, and she didn't wanna rush anything.

"Yes, yes! 'm so close, please," You pleaded, though you didn't need to. Ellie had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Her only focus was to make you feel good, to treat you as you deserved, and to pour her love and affection onto your body.

"Come for me, sweet girl. Can you do that for me?" She purred softly, her fingers continuing to tease and torment you, knowing it was a matter of seconds until you milked her fingers just like she wanted you to. You could only manage a frenetic nod in response, your words lost in a haze of pleasure. Your body arched towards her, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah?" she cooed. "Go ahead, beautiful. Let go for me." She guided you through the waves of orgasm, letting you ride her fingers until you came down off your high, your hips meeting her thrusts halfway with urgency.

Slowly, she withdrew her fingers from you, her lips enveloping each digit, sucking them clean. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips as she relishes the taste of you, finding it utterly intoxicating. You, an exquisite delicacy, have become her newfound obsession, a craving she knew would haunt her long from now on. Hopefully, you won't mind when she'll be begging on her knees to taste you once again. Begging you to let her make you feel good just so she could feel you twitch and throb on her tongue.

Her tattooed hand glided gently along your side, her lips bestowing soft kisses upon your thighs and mound, slowly trailing a path of affection upon your skin. She made her way to your lips, you could taste the remnants of your pleasure on her own as she kissed you lovingly.

She gently kissed your forehead, her hand still idly tracing patterns on your skin, shoving a few praises your way. "Did so well, for me," her tone was warm and caring. "So beautiful, so responsive." Her fingers lingered on your face, her touch almost reverent as she took in your flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance, looking even more beautiful to her eyes. "You taste so fuckin' good, I can't get enough of you."

A delightful darker hue staining your cheeks and giving you an almost otherworldly glow. Your eyes looked up at her, still glazed with ecstasy, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you struggled to catch your breath. "I love you."

She smirked, her eyes glinting with a playful sparkle as she straddled your lap, her body fitting perfectly between your spread-open thighs. Leaning closer to you, she spoke in a soft, sultry tone, "I love you more—Think you got one more for me?"

"Yeah, I can do one more,"

Those words were all she needed to proceed with her intentions. Her body hovered above yours, her movements controlled as she aligned her dripping cunt with your still-sensitive one. Your hands instinctively grasped her hips, guiding her to your desired rhythm. A low groan slipped past your lips as her hips started to roll and grind against yours, the sensation of her warmth and pulsating core pressing against yours causing you to arch your back and meet her movements with eager thrusts. You loved how her clit felt against yours, it was so pretty and puffy, and she was so fucking wet, so needy for you; it was adorable.

"Ooooh fuck!" You cried out, her head arched backward in response, a symphony of needy moans escaping her lips as she clung to the leg you had draped over her shoulder, using it to steady her movements. Your slickness mingled with hers, painting a glistening trail across your inner thighs. She loved feeling you; she loved how good it felt each time your clit kissed hers.

"You feel so fuckin' good, fuck," She murmured, her words punctuated by soft gasps as she continued to move against you. "Wanna feel you come all over my pussy" Her movements grew erratic, her hips moving more urgently against yours, the pace of her grinding becoming frantic and sloppy, using you to chase her orgasm. A constant stream of needy sounds fell from her plush lips nonstop; soft strands of her hair fell loose from her messy bun, framing her freckled and scrunched-up face. Ellie seemed so focused on her movements, trying to keep them steady and controlled but failing pathetically, growing needier and needier each second. Her expression was one of intense focus and desire, her eyes locked onto your face as she rode you with determination.

"Ellie, fuck," you groaned. "Slow down, 'm not gonna last," You gasped out a warning, your nails digging into her pale skin as your body began to tense up once again. The soft curls of her pubic mound soaked with both of your cum, your eyes silently admiring her cute happy trail, tracing it with your thumb.

"Me neither," her voice ragged and breathless as she increased her pace, grinding against you more forcefully and urgently. Her hips began to rotate, moving in a desperate, frantic motion as she sought to bring you both to your climax. Her free hand reached down to intertwine with yours, squeezing your hand tightly. "Eyes on me, pretty," She managed to utter, the words broken by cute little moans, her speech barely comprehensible. Your gaze slowly roamed up her body, taking in the sight of her toned abs and her pretty happy trail. You traced your eyes upward, taking in the sight of her perky breasts before finally meeting her face and locking eyes with her.

"You're so hot," You cried out in ecstasy, the words leaving your lips before you could stop it. She snorted in response, her eyes hazy and lidded as she looked down at you. Her mouth twitched into a lazy smile, revealing her pearly white teeth before she spoke.

"Have you met you?" Her voice was ragged and raw, the following sound escaping her lips like a gasp. She was flushed and breathless, her cheeks stained a deep scarlet hue, like tomatoes in the height of summer. But suddenly, her smile faded, replaced by a look of concentration as her brows furrowed together. "'m gonna-" but you cut her off.

"Me too," You whined as your other hand reached up to play with one of her breasts, your fingers teasing her nipple. The sensation elicited a louder moan from her, a melodic cry of your name that echoed through the room, her body arching into your touch.

You both came together, your cores clenching around nothing and twitching against each other in a mutual climax. The auburnette's movements slowed gradually until she finally collapsed by your side, her eyes wide and cheeks still flushed. She was completely out of breath, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to her ceiling. For a moment, neither of you spoke, both of you still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.  

"Mind-blowing," Your words pulled her out of her trance, making her roll onto her side to face you. She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes roaming over your flushed and breathless face as she spoke.

"Mind-blowing, hm?" she teased, a sly grin spreading across her lips as she leaned closer to you. Sliding her tattooed arm around your waist, she pulled you closer to her until your bodies were pressed together. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, her lips lingering against your hair as she spoke. "You did so good, baby,"

"Did I?" She nodded in response to your question, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her hand brushed gently against your face, her fingers gliding softly through your hair as she swept loose strands away from your face. You couldn't help but stare at her, taking in her soft features and tender expression, feeling a pang of awe and admiration in your chest.

She gently caressed your face, the touch of her fingers like a subtle whisper against your skin. "You sure did," she murmured, her voice soft and affectionate as she kissed the tip of your nose. "You are one beautiful celestial body," she added cheekily, her tone laced with sarcasm. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her, unable to keep the affectionate grin off your face.

"That's so dumb," She laughed along with you, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she held onto you like a koala clinging to a tree. She cuddled and snuggled against you, her body molding against yours as you settled into a comfortable embrace. As you gradually drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but notice a stupid smile spreading across her face.

daily click・palestine masterpost・neil druckmann is a zionist・more daily clicks. (takes a second, fuckers)

[kunasthiast]

My God (3)

Everything's a negotiation these days. And, it's not something you'll pass up. After all, all of these will just be a ruse, right? Or not…

a/n: this is getting exciting for me T^T the characters are the ones writing this whole story for me sahdhsdah i swear i feel like Sukuna and reader's personalities are really shaping this story!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,548 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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“No ring?” 

Sukuna’s laughter rippled through the room, its timbre a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze bore into yours, a glint of genuine interest shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

You stifled a sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just a game anymore, was it? There is definitely something deeper, something unspoken between you and Sukuna. But for now, you have to focus on the very unexpected proposition at hand. Still can’t believe I said this one out loud.

Sukuna sauntered to the kitchen island, his movements deliberate and confident. As he perched on the edge and crossed his arms, his muscles rippled, drawing unwanted attention from you. Yeah, fuck those arms.

The tension in the air was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap. You know that this will be more than a simple proposition; it will be something full of deception and desire.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna drawled, his voice low and smooth tinged with curiosity. ”You certainly know how to make things interesting, princess."

His response was left you to wonder what lay beneath his confident facade. But one thing was certain—Sukuna was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came from you.

Meeting his gaze head-on you, matched his confidence with your own determination, refusing to let your emotions betray you. Emotions of desire, perhaps?

“And you know how to make things complicated, Sukuna,” you countered, your tone laced with equal parts annoyance and intrigue.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Touché,” he conceded, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. Ruffling his hair in a casual gesture, he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering.

And, of course, he has to ask one of the most dreaded questions you’re looking out for to solidify this ruse. Like a guillotine waiting to fall.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

Sukuna’s question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation. Biting your lip, your mind raced as you weighed your words carefully, keenly aware of the staked at hand. “Piss Gojo off,” you replied, your tone calm but laced with underlying frustration. You both know which Gojo you are talking about.

The mere mention of Gojo seemed to inject an unexpected tension into the room.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you nervously bit down on the soft flesh. “Huh, you engaged to him or something?” Sukuna’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. This is something that totally caught him off guard.

You sighed, the memory of your earlier confrontation with your father flooding back with a wave of irritation. “Father unfortunately had me arranged to him since forever and I only got to know about it today,” you explained, your voice tinged with resentment and bitterness.

To your surprise, Sukuna’s expression softened, a flicker of sympathy passing across his features. “I see,” he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle as if he understood more than you realized.

Your heart skipped a beat (don’t worry, the pterodactyls are asleep) at the unexpected tenderness in his voice. “Before you agree, I have to negotiate this one with you,” you interjected, seizing the opportunity to lay down your terms before committing to this risky proposition.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with curiosity. "I’m listening," he replied, his interest piqued.

“Firstly,” you began, laying out the conditions of your proposal. “We’ll need to secretly get married. And you’ll have to agree to bring me to every meeting, no questions asked.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across his features. “You want to get married for real?” he echoed, his tone incredulous.

“It’s the only way to make it believable and divorce's easy nowadays,” you replied, your voice steady. “And it comes with other conditions, too. No other relationships, no hook-ups. Just us.”

Sukuna's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re making me a celibate, princess?” he exclaimed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

“It’s part of the deal,” you insisted, ignoring the waking up pterodactyls in your stomach. “And there’s one more condition: nobody can know about this ruse. Not even Uraume.”

His surprised expression quickly morphed into a smirk, amusement still dancing in his eyes as he processed your conditions. "Well, well, princess," he drawled standing up from the kitchen island with a newfound sense of intrigue. "You certainly don't hold back."

You met his gaze evenly, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in this dangerous negotiation. "I have to be thorough," you stated, your tone firm and resolute. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

Sukuna’s chuckle sent a thrill down your spine, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he conceded, his gaze locking with yours. "I can agree to those terms. But what's in it for me beyond just pissing off Gojo?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. There had to be something more to entice Sukuna, something that spoke to his ambitions and desires.

"We both know Gojo isn't the only one with a stake in this," you replied cryptically, your mind racing as you formulated your next move.

Sukuna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh? Say, it, princess,” he prompted, leaning in closer with an eager anticipation.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable as you revealed your next proposition. "If we can pull this off convincingly, it could significantly shift the balance of power between our families," you explained, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "And I have no doubt that you would enjoy being on the winning side."

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, a glint of excitement gleaming in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "But I like it."

You returned his smirk with a confident grin of your own. "Then we have a deal," you declared confidently.

But Sukuna wasn't finished yet. "Is this an indefinite ruse?" he asked, a hint of caution in his tone.

You shook your head, clarity guiding your response. "Just one year," you confirmed, your voice steady and resolute.

Sukuna mulled over your words for a moment before another question arose. “So, when are we getting married?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"In three days," you replied without hesitation, already formulating the plans in your mind.

Sukuna nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, you got me in your hands, princess," he agreed, his tone filled with anticipation and a hint of excitement. 

—

Sitting in his study bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, your father's attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of his phone. The clinking of ice against glass resonated as he lifted his crystal tumbler, taking a measured sip of his scotch before answering the call.

“Is everything ready?” His voice, rich and commanding, filled the room with an aura of authority.

A brief pause followed, during which the silence seemed to stretch taut, only broken by the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

“There has to be no mistake this time around,” he continued, his tone firm and unwavering. “You know what’ll happen if there is.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

—

Sitting in behind the wheel of your car, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a heavy cloak, you glanced at your phone for the time.

10:42 PM.

With a weary sigh, you rubbed your temples, feeling utterly drained from the tumultuous day you had endured. The thought of returning to your father's imposing mansion held no appeal tonight, not with the turmoil brewing within its walls.

Thank the heavens you made the decision a few years back to slowly carve out your own space in the world, purchasing a penthouse apartment near the bustling heart of the city. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the expectations and pressures of your family's legacy.

As you shifted the car into gear, you knew that tonight, you would seek solace in the quiet comfort of your own home, far away from the echoing halls of your father's domain.

Navigating through the city streets, your mind wandered, replaying the events of the day. From the tense confrontation with your father to the unexpected proposition from Sukuna, and even the burnt orange chicken mishap—each memory added another layer to the burden you carried.

“Nice plan, self. Way to go and embarrass yourself,” you muttered wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone.

Arriving at your penthouse apartment building, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. With a sense of relief washing over you, you parked your car at the underground parking and made your way to the elevator.

In the midst of this silent retreat, a message from an unwelcome sender flashed across your phone screen. Can’t this day get any more worse than last night? 

Fucker: heard our wedding’s in a week, baby ♡

“Oh my fucking god,” you irritatingly exclaimed, a surge of frustration and rising within you. 

With a swift motion, you deleted the message, unwilling to entertain Satoru’s attempts to provoke you. You blocked his number as means of reclaiming your peace of mind.

Entering the elevator, you jabbed impatiently at the button for your floor, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of your apartment. The doors slid shut, enveloping you in a cocoon of solitude as the elevator ascended. But as the elevator doors opened onto your floor, you were met with an unexpected sight—a figure clad in silk pajamas, leaning casually against the wall.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Sukuna, his presence sending a jolt of surprise coursing through you. A mixture of irritation and disbelief welled up within you as he quipped, “Oh, how interesting, can’t wait for our honeymoon, princess?" his voice laced with shock and sarcasm.

"Seriously?" you shot back, your tone dripping with exasperation. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?”

Dropping his shocked expression, he had his signature smirk back on his face with his casual demeanor only serving to frustrate you even more. “Honey, I live here,” he added with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pointed at a door, opposite of yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected revelation, momentarily catching you off guard. "Wait, what? You’re my neighbor?!” you exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and incredulity coloring your voice.

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched your reaction. “You live here?” he taunted, his tone playful. "Didn't think you'd have your husband as a neighbor, did you?” Yep, he’s as shocked as you.

The absurdity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Sukuna being not only your soon-to-be husband (it’s a ruse, okay?) but also your neighbor felt like a twist straight out of a convoluted drama. You struggled to wrap your head around the surreal irony, feeling like you were trapped in some alternate reality.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Sukuna pushed himself off the wall, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within you.

“Wouldn’t this make our ruse even more believable, princess?” He teased, “you can't deny the thrill of it all. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?”

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Sukuna’s not leaving you anytime, he’s there to stay in your mind. In your family. In your plan. In your fucking apartment building.

You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. "I am not amused and this is not some kind of twisted joke," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest defensively and tone sharp with irritation and anticipation.

As Sukuna sauntered towards you with lazy confidence with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine for the nth time today. "Oh, lighten up, princess," he teased, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We're in this situation together, whether you like it or not.”

You know what situation this is. The next family head. The one-year ruse. The hidden feelings, desires, and attraction. Everything.

You recoiled at his touch, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. "Speak for yourself," you retorted, stepping back to put some distance between you.

Though Sukuna's smirk faltered momentarily, it quickly returned, his demeanor unchanged. "Well, you’re still as feisty as ever,” he remarked, amusement lacing his tone. "I love it a lot,” he added with a wink.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirtation, refusing to let him see how much his presence unnerved you. With a determined set to your jaw, you turned on your heel and headed towards your apartment, leaving Sukuna behind in the hallway.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unease swirling inside you. The encounter with Sukuna had only served to heighten your sense of apprehension, leaving you more unsettled than ever.

Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled to himself as he watched you retreat into your apartment. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but find amusement in the twists and turns fate had delivered. 

"Really funny how the universe works," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, his amusement was short-lived as he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him, a primal urge that demanded attention.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered under his breath, a wry smirk playing on his lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, a surge of desire coursed through him, igniting a primal need that demanded attention.

Suppressing the urge with practiced ease, Sukuna reached into the pockets of his silk pajamas and retrieved his phone. With a swift motion, he dialed a number, his voice laced with confidence and authority as he spoke into the receiver.

“Let Toji handle this one,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Turning away from the elevator, Sukuna made his way back into his apartment.

—

“What a cold bitch,” a man with striking white hair and undeniably beautiful blue eyes exclaimed as he closed his phone, his frustration palpable in the air around him.

Gojo Satoru was not one to take rejections or being ignored lightly. His charismatic demeanor masked a temper that could flare up with little warning, especially when his advances were rebuffed.

With a flicker of annoyance in his piercing blue eyes, he pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall, his mind already plotting of his next move. Satoru was not one to be ignored, and he was determined to ensure that you would meet him, whether you liked it or not. After all, he certainly wasn't about to let it slide without a response.

[nitewrighter]

I like how you write star and Selina.

It’s like “I don’t know how to talk to my boyfriend’s dad’s girlfriend, until eventually I decide to just screw with her”

In my interpretation, Catwoman has very limited bandwidth for DC universe goings-on outside Gotham. She's got this "Not my circus not my monkeys I don't even want to hear the word Anti-Monitor," thing going on. So it is funny that Bruce regularly gets swept up in shit that is well and far beyond his usual "Detective-in-Hell-Fuck-City" goings on. Kory, being an alien, kind of falls under the banner of what Selina would call "League Bullshit," but she's getting better at dealing with it.

Catwoman: *calling Bruce* Where are you?! I am literally sitting on the 18th century throne of Markovia at the Gotham Museum decked out in 14.3 million dollars worth of emeralds right now. I SET OFF THREE ALARMS, B.

Batman: *voice crackling with severe static* Something came up. I'm in Hollow Earth right now.

Catwoman: *pinching the bridge of her nose* Hollow Earth. *distant explosion*

Batman: What was that?

Catwoman: *I dunno sound* Nygma, probably? He was doing another one of his manic billboard takeovers challenging Batman to a battle of wits and I think he's worse at being stood up than me.

Batman: Cat, a pterodactyl is attempting to feed me to her young. I'm going to need to call you back. Can you take care of Nygma? *pterodactyl screech promptly cut off by the sound of a blow landing* Robin's probably on it but he might need backup.

Catwoman: *snort* I'm not one of your birds, B. Like, what I'm just gonna put all this jewelry back and--? *distant explosion*

Batman: *audibly grunting with pterodactyl screeching in the background*

Catwoman, itching under her cowl exhaustedly: *sigh* Fiiiiiiiine. *hangs up*

[eddies-artofsuffering]

Part I: Sweet Tooth

(Part II)

Eddie stares down at his wristwatch. One minute to noon. Just one more minute.

“Want us to clear the path?” Argyle claps him on his shoulder and squeezes. “It’s almost time.”

“I don’t – I don’t know. Maybe you guys could stand behind the kitchen doors? You can see through the windows, right?” Eddie scrunches his nose.

He can feel it, he’s been conditioned to it by now, the familiar pit of anticipation. Other people may call it butterflies. Eddie thinks it’s more like pterodactyls breathing fire inside his stomach. He desperately needs someone to hold his fucking hand during this hardship.

But he also really, really doesn’t want anyone up close to witness him making a fool of himself in front of Hot Steve - a new regular customer at their cafe. An incredibly attractive guy who works at the bookstore next door.

Eddie can NOT fuck this up. It only happens once a day, for a maximum of three minutes.

“Maybe today’s the day you ask him out,” Jonathan smiles. Dude never smiles with his eyes. It’s kind of unsettling.

“Absolutely not, have you seen Hot Steve?” Eddie groans. “There’s no way he plays for my team. He’s –“

The doorbell chimes. Eddie’s head snaps towards the entrance, mouth falling open. Hot Steve is walking towards him, holy shit. It’s go time. Eddie shoos his coworkers away with a frantic wave, straightens his name tag, and rests his chin on his palm and bends over a little, elbow on the counter.

This is always the way he greets Hot Steve. It’s his signature move. Although, it hasn’t really worked yet. If it worked, Eddie would’ve won Hot Steve’s attention by now. But this is the best he got at the moment, damn it.

“Hi, Eds, how are you doing?” Hot Steve is wearing a baby-blue button-down today, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His name tag pin on the left side of his chest glints.

Eddie loves that Steve came up with that nickname on his own, despite only having seen him here at Cafe Byers for, like, two weeks now.

“Better now that you’re here.” Eddie gives him a cheeky smile, If Argyle and Jonathan were here, they might’ve been impressed with how smooth it sounded; they always comment on the way he flirts, the things he says. If you ever said shit like that to me, I’d be hella blushing, brochacho. You know you got game, right?

What they don’t know is that these lines are rehearsed in his head, so many times. It’s all Eddie ever does: practice pickup lines for Hot Steve.

“Right out of the gate, huh? You're makin' me blush,” Hot Steve smiles, and honestly, it’s hard to tell if he’s blushing at all. Or if he’s even flustered. Hot Steve's always so confident. “I’ll get a latte. With oat milk, please?”

“Oh?” Oat milk? That’s new. Steve didn’t care last time what milk he was getting. Interesting. Or is it? Eddie decides to file that information away for later. “Yea, coming right up.”

“Thanks.”

Another thing about Hot Steve that really does something to Eddie’s overworked pterodactyls, is that he never has a phone with him. Or on him. If it is, it's never visible.

Which is odd, because the entire café is littered with folks who cannot tear their eyes away from their little gadgets and devices, especially their phones; most people can’t even wait for their drinks without looking at them, checking something constantly, emails or texts or whatever. 

And, well, Hot Steve never does any of that. He always waits at the end of the counter, patiently watching Eddie making drinks. It always makes him feel so self-conscious. Eddie’s burnt his hands under hot steam a couple of times, actually.

But these two, maybe three minutes of Eddie making a fresh beverage for Hot Steve – this is the only time he gets to make small talk with him. Each time, he learns something new about him, or confirms something that Eddie’s already inferred. The grand question of the day is: “So, who’s the drink for?”

Hot Steve blinks rapidly, as if coming out of a daze. “Uh – what?”

“Whose drink is this?” Eddie says, tamping the coffee grounds. “I’m assuming it’s not yours.”

“How… did you know it’s not mine?” he narrows his eyes.

God. It’s really telling, isn’t it, that Eddie’s noticed these things? “First time for you to ask for oat milk, so. I don’t know, I figured,” he shrugs.

Hot Steve opens his mouth as if to say something. Then he doesn’t. In the corner of Eddie’s eyes, he sees him nodding with pursed lips, with a hint of a smirk. It’s so distracting that Eddie almost heats up regular milk despite this whole conversation being around someone’s (not Steve’s, apparently) preference for plant-based milk. Oops.

He finishes making the latte and walks over to the cash register, handing over the drink. Steve receives it with a small thanks. 

But Eddie knows Steve's not quite done here today. Because, when you have a tiny (massive) crush on a near-stranger, you just, kind of look for patterns. That’s just how human minds work; Eddie has been carefully collecting all the little information about Hot Steve, just based on the few minutes that he spends at the café at noon.

Which is how that Eddie’s almost certain (almost, because there’s always room for anomalies) what Hot Steve’s about to do when he asks, “Is that it for today?”

“Oh – um,” Hot Steve scans the glass case of assorted desserts and baked goods, subconsciously wetting his lips. “Actually, yea. Can I have the blueberry crumble, please?”

This is one of the very few predictable things about him. Eddie doesn’t know why Hot Steve even looks at the shelves of sweets each time as if he’s ever going to make a different choice, because it’s always the same, the only constant pattern besides his entrance that he’s ever shown Eddie: the house blueberry crumble, the ones that Eddie bakes himself.

And every time Hot Steve asks for it, Eddie has to turn around and flex his arms, letting out a silent scream of victory, because Hot Steve is fucking hooked on those things. It’s truly incredible to know that he wants it. Eddie pours his heart and soul into those.

“Of course, babe,” he swoops down, takes a small square piece out with tongs, wraps it in a pocket of parchment paper. “D’you know I bake these every morning?”

“You – it’s you?” Hot Steve’s eyes widen comically. “Wow. I thought they were, like, shipped over from a bakery or something.”

“We do have an oven,” Eddie points behind the kitchen with his thumb and looks back, makes a mistake of drawing attention to the door, only remembering then that Argyle and Jonathan are probably watching this whole thing. Really hoping that they’re being discreet. 

“That’s amazing. I – I love them,” he says, not at all looking behind, thank God. “Guess you’re good with your hands.”

Eddie could practically hear the angelic chorus from the sky. Holy shit. Hot Steve loves his crumbles. Fuck. He could cry. 

But, you know. Everything always comes to an end, and that’s usually how far their conversation goes. Nothing more than just small talk, and then Hot Steve would pay for the stuff, go back to the next-door bookstore where he works. And until the next day, it’s as if he doesn’t even exist. A mythical creature that only appears during those three minutes in time and space, then vanishes afterwards. 

So he tries, just one last time before he leaves. “Steve?”

“Yea?” Hot Steve looks up, batting his lashes. They’re – so – pretty. So long, delicate. Such a fucking contrast to his muscular arms and chest that his thin blue shirt does nothing to hide, sleeves and buttons ready to pop. It’s sinful.

Fuck, and time’s ticking, yet there are so many things Eddie wants to ask. What is your drink, then? ‘Cause you never get the same drink twice.

Why is it always at noon? Is that your break?

Where are you from? When does your shift end? You do work at the bookstore, right?

When are you free?

All of these are more or less reasonable, if not a tiny bit creepy questions. But any of these would’ve been so much better than what Eddie actually blurts out, so out of the left field that he surprises even himself: “So, uh, how much do you bench?”

Oh, fuck. Where the hell did that come from? Eddie cringes hard inside, unsure how those words, that kind of vernacular even came out of his mouth, please, he wants to rewind time - 

But it's spilled oat milk. Guh. He crinkles his nose to prepare himself to apologize. Sorry. That was so – I’m not a gym bro. I’m not! Look at me! He's about to say, but:

“You wanna know?”

Hot Steve has a shit-eating grin on. That’s a first. There might even be a faint blush on his cheeks. Holy shit. Hot Steve took the fucking bait. Not that it was bait – it was just Eddie being a fucking disaster – but he nods all the same, stupidly. Of course he wants to know. He’s committed, now.

“Let’s see.” Hot Steve’s now circling around the counter to take a closer look at Eddie, eyes travelling up and down. It feels like Hot Steve is undressing him with his eyes. It’s kind of insane that they’re doing this in public.

Hmm. 140, 145 at the most – Hot Steve mutters under his breath. “Oh yea. Easy,” he says, still smiling wickedly.

“What do you mean, easy?” Eddie croaks.

His breath hitches when Hot Steve leans over the counter, inches away from Eddie’s face. “Probably could do twenty reps of you,” he whispers, winking.

Eddie’s brain short-circuits. He stares open-mouthed at Hot Steve, unable to move until he exits the café with the drink and a brown bag, fading away from view. Gone for the rest of the day, rest of the evening. Rest of the next morning. Only to return the next day at noon, like a fucking reverse-Cinderella.

“Why were you guys whispering?” Jonathan appears from behind, nudging him on the arm. “What did he say? Did you finally ask him out?”

“I’m about to ask him out myself if you don’t,” Argyle says lazily, earning a sharp smack from Jonathan. “Just joking, man, you know you’re my main dude,” he squeezes a squirming Jonathan on the side.

“He… “ Eddie gulps, closing his eyes, and pictures Hot Steve’s tantalizing smile. “He winked.”

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[resowrites]

Jurassic Park - drabble request (scheduled upload).

Summary: Henry’s parenting skills get a brush up…

Pairings: AU!Dad!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC/Reader

Warnings: fluff, parenting/family life, banter/British humour, pet names, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: <600

A/N: Got a request for more dad!Henry fluff, not sure if it’s supposed to be based on my previous series or not but either way, thanks and please enjoy. **This is a scheduled upload, while all interactions continue to be appreciated, they can’t be responded too at this time.**

Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting.

Jurassic Park - drabble request.

She'd just come down to fetch the new novel she'd hoped to read in the bath, when a commotion sounded from the other room. "MUMMMMMMMY!!!" She sighed, tucked the book under her arm, and headed for the kitchen.

"What? What's going on?" Their son Hal was sitting at the table with his arms crossed and a thoroughly annoyed look on his face. Henry's eyes batted from him, to her, and back again.

"Mummy, I let Daddy have little bite of To… to… cerpops," both adults bit back a smile, "cos you say it good to share. But Daddy ate the wing! How it sposed to fly now?!"

"It can still fly! Just in a circle--"

"Daddy, shush--"

"But it's not like I ate the head! If I did it wouldn't have been able to fly at all--"

"Daddy, be quiet! Then what happened, Hal?"

"I say 'naughty Daddy,' and he laugh!" Henry quickly looked down, only just disguising a giggle.

"How did that make you feel, darling?"

"Cross!"

"And Daddy, how do you feel?"

"Honestly? Still a bit hungry--"

"HENRY--"

"What?! Besides, I shared half my peas--"

"Did Daddy apologise, Hal?"

"I was about to!" But she looked straight into his eyes and he immediately fell silent. Henry turned towards their boy. "I'm really sorry, Hal. Sometimes Daddy gets greedy and eats what he's not supposed to. Can you forgive me?" Their son smiled and patted him on the arm.

"That's okay Daddy, sometimes I greedy too." Hal stood on his chair so he could lean in for a cuddle. She couldn't help but smile.

"Right, Henry One, Henry Two, can I go back upstairs now?!"

"No! Mummy stay and have ice cream!" She struggled to know how to respond when Henry got up from the table.

"Not tonight Hal, Mummy needs some time out--"

"But she no in trouble!" Both adults laughed.

"Of course, not! Mummy's just tired, she's been very busy and taken care of us all day." Hal thought for a moment.

"But who take care of Mummy?" Henry smiled as he lifted him onto the breakfast counter.

"We do! And that also means giving her a break when she needs one. Now, what flavour would you like?" He opened the freezer drawer and pulled out a tub of Neapolitan ice cream.

"Silly Daddy! Want them all!" She quickly took the tub from his hands.

"You can both have two scoops each--"

"That's not fair!" They chimed. She shot Henry an exasperated look.

"Hal, clear your plate for Daddy then go play with Copper and Kal. I'll be in with your ice cream in a minute." He sighed but did as he was told, getting kisses on the head from both of them as he plodded off to the living room.

"Don't think you're getting an extra scoop just for that…"

"As if that was my intention!" They smirked at each other. "And why am I always Henry Two if I'm your husband?!"

"Because Henry One happens to be our son! And just how many dinosaurs did you eat off his plate?"

"Just half a Tocerpops!" She gave him a knowing look. "… As well as a rogue Pterodactyl and a couple of T-Rexs." She rolled her eyes.

"God help me. And if you eat any of his ice cream as well, God help you." She put the lid back on the tub and made for the stairs.

"Hey, there's no need to take it with you--"

"Course there is, otherwise I'd get none!"

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[strawberryfloofs]

Lights Out (CG Sun and Moon x Little Reader) (part 1/3)

You didn’t really know how you got to this point, but eventually you made it to Superstar Daycare all by yourself, even with your baby brain! The colorful slide welcomed you with big letters as you decided to slide down, giggling as you landed in the ballpit and a certain sun-themed animatronic jumped off his stage! “New friend! Hello there! What are you doing here? It’s been so long since we’ve seen a new kiddo!” Sundrop picked you up, tilting his head with joy as he walked through the ballpit and onto the daycare’s floor. “Sunny!” You babbled, knowing his name since there was no way you’d miss it with all the posters outside the daycare. I mean c’mon! He’s the main star, literally. “Yes! That’s me, Sundrop! Gosh you’re so smart~ Ooh- Do you like glitter glue?!” The sun-themed animatronic beamed. You nodded lots, glitter glue was soooo pretty! Sundrop was ecstatic to hear that, so he quickly put you on your feet and gave you the task of picking from one of 4 seats to sit in at the arts and crafts table he set up. You glanced at them all, noting how there was a yellow, blue, pink, and green option- but you ended up choosing to sit at the pink one. You glanced around to see where Sunny went, but you couldn’t spot him at all. Maybe he went to get the glitter glue and other arts stuffs? The table you were sitting at was pretty empty after all, other than a couple pieces of paper and crayons, nothing was there. Suddenly, bells could be heard and you looked up to see the sun-themed animatronic skipping towards you, with a clear bin in his hands that held all types of glitters, glues, googly eyes, and everything you could ask for! “Superstar~ I’m back!” He sang, setting the bin on the table, and then kneeling next to you, “Okay! Let’s try to make a dinosaur! It can be any type you’d like, a T-Rex, Pterodactyl, Triceratops, whatever you’d like!” “And thennnn, we’ll make the outline of glitter glue, color it in, and put some googly eyes on it! Doesn’t that sound like SOO much fun friend?!” The animatronic had so much energy that it was making you both excited and giggle! “Otaysss! I doeses!” You reply, quickly starting to make a brachiosaurus outline with glitter glue. You were successful, but when you were done, you had a lot left over and was kinda curious if it would taste as good as it looked… So you put a big glob on your hand and brought it towards your mouth… But you felt metallic fingers wrap around your arm and pull it away, followed by a sigh, “Sunbeam, you can’t eat the glitter glue! It’s not edible!” He explained, his voice getting a little high-pitched. Upset with his response, you decided you’d reply with a simple, “otay!” and when he let your arm back down, you tried to bring it to your mouth again, but this time faster! Stll, you were unsuccessful and you could hear Sundrop make confused sounds and groan, which made you giggle! “Okay, we’re learning a new word today! Indigestion-” The sun-themed animatronic spoke slowly, starting with a kind tone before changing to a quicker, more annoyed one, “That’s how you get it!” He pulled a napkin out of…somewhere, you weren’t quite sure, maybe it just appeared out of nowhere! But he cleant the glue off your hand and pushed the glitter glue away from you, handing you some crayons to color your dino in wit, which you happily did so! Picking out and using the prettiest colors for your dino, you finished it and he glued on the googly eyes for you, saying you lost glue privileges today. You looked at your now, finished dinosaur and decided to name them…Zoey and that you’d show Zoey to Sundrop! “Sunny! Dis Zoey da dino!” You held it up in his face, happily kicking your legs out of excitement. He tilted his head multiple times before grabbing it, “Ho Ho! This is amazing superstar! I am so proud of what you made!” His praise made you all warm, fuzzy, and happy inside, so you happily clapped and smiled.

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[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (151-152)

In which the blanket bet is born.

If you'd like to read along, the series page is here.

151. Dignity

Surely Jared will comport himself with dignity in this part, as implied by the title, right?

“I’ll bring you in later this week,” Jared says. “You can say hi to everyone, cheer on the boys.”

“I’m not a mascot,” Bryce mutters, but he looks a little cheered up nonetheless.

No dignity from Bryce either!

Jared swears, the first thing out of everyone’s mouth after they greet him is ‘how’s Bullet?’.

That or it’s ‘is Bullet doing okay?’, or ‘Bullet coming in at all this week?’, and even one hopeful ‘where’s Bullet at?’, like Gavin expected Bryce to somehow be ready for training camp against all odds and surgery timelines. Jared would mock him, but it’d feel a little hypocritical, considering.

Jared’s too touched to mock.

He has to bite down the smile that keeps trying to take over his face. He doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression and assume he’s someone who enjoys training camp. Or worse: that he’s someone who routinely smiles.

“I missed you Mathematics,” Dmitry coos, wrapping both arms around him from behind, and a scowl effortlessly takes over.

Dima always there to help his lineys achieve their goals.

“You saw me five days ago,” Jared says. He got crawled all over by hyper children shrieking at him in a mix of English and Russian and what Oksana assured him was a fake language they made up, which sounded uncannily how Jared assumes pterodactyls would sound if they weren’t extinct.

Jared would simply refer to it as screeching, but Oksana has started to get an ear for it. eeE-e means 'we're plotting, so mama better get here quick or trouble is coming'.

Dmitry’s children are — well, what you’d expect Dmitry’s children to be like. Bryce, of course, adores them. Jared’s still exhausted from the experience almost a week later. He dearly hopes that’s a ‘Kurmazov kids’ thing and not an ‘all kids’ thing.

Good luck with that one, babe.

Dmitry smacks a noisy kiss to his temple and lets go, leaving Jared ruffled and irritated. The typical Dmitry Kurmazov experience.

“He does it because it bugs you,” Gabe says mildly from his spot as bystander who didn’t help Jared at all. Traitor.

Why would he interrupt free entertainment?

“He’s making faces at me right now, isn’t he,” Jared says.

“He is,” Gabe says.

“You’re in your thirties!” Jared says without turning around.

“Fun has no age!” Dmitry calls back, and, Jared assumes, continues to make faces at him, judging by the little smile curling on Gabe’s face.

Dmitry has no dignity either, but that’s entirely on purpose. Dignity is boring.

Jared notices Bryce seems significantly less sulky about missing training camp over breakfast with Jared early the next morning. Jared might even describe him as smug.

“I’m not smug,” Bryce protests. “This is just my face.”

How dare Bryce not look like death warmed over.

“Is it?” Jared asks, and Bryce gets up to stare at the toaster. Jared wonders if he’s taking a minute to remind himself he loves Jared, and that training camp too shall pass or something.

“Just my face,” Bryce says with a nod.

Or examining his reflection in the toaster to make sure his face wasn’t smug.

I love you so much, Bryce Marcus.

“I forgot that you’re kind of a bitch during training camp,” Bryce says affectionately.

Jared is mentally debating whether ‘no, you’ is too immature when Bryce presses a kiss to his temple and announces he’s going to take a shower. You can’t call someone who just gently kissed your head a bitch. Well, you can, but not with any credibility.

Only credible accusations of bitchiness are acceptable. Jared has minimum standards for his 'no you'.

“You sound almost as glum as Erin,” his mom says. “Which I didn’t think was possible.”

Jared’s too tired to tell her that he’s not sad, just annoyed and absolutely wiped. Also —

“Mom,” Jared says. “I told you.”

“I’m not going to stop mentioning my other child to you until you decide you’re no longer mad at her,” his mom says. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

‘No Erin mentions allowed’ has been vetoed by Susan on the basis 'Jared, seriously?'

“It’s not ridiculous,” Jared mutters. “Why’s Erin glum?”

“I thought we weren’t talking about her,” mom asks.

“We aren’t,” Jared says.

“Okay,” his mom says.

“But why’s Erin glum?” Jared says.

Also vetoed by Jared on the basis of him wanting to hear gossip.

Jared texts her as much after he gets off the phone with his mom.

I hope you’re enjoying training camp just as much as you always do!!! Erin replies.

Speaking of bitches…

“Look,” Jared says over dinner, giving Bryce his phone. “Look what I have to deal with.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so sad if you hadn’t stolen my linemate. Just a thought,” Bryce reads.

“No, read her reply,” Jared says.

Bryce looks at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jared says.

First he’s smug, now he’s disappointed. Jared thinks this is unfair.

sry I’m extra mean lately because I hate training camp

Bryce sent that, not me.

I’m not even a little sorry.

It’s so cute how your husband’s your conscience. Erin replies.

It’s so cute how between you and Julius no one has a conscience.

Hobgoblin slap fight.

Despite the fact that Bryce is a phone stealer who sleeps in, and apologised on Jared’s behalf when he wasn’t even sorry, and continues to give Jared these looks like ‘you can be better’, though even if Jared can do better, he doesn’t want to, Jared lets Bryce tag along with him after the first round of cuts.

Admirable of you considering Bryce’s truly hideous behaviour.

Because he promised. And also he told some of the guys he might come by when they asked after him, and now they keep asking Jared about it, which is supremely annoying, and he needs it to stop.

People keep talking to Jared and that’s unacceptable.

“Gentle!” Jared says. “Jesus, Hammer, are you trying to force him into early retirement?”

“Just happy to see this beautiful face,” Hammer cooes, then squishes said beautiful face between his hands.

If anyone on this team tried to do that to Jared, Bryce included, they’d be liable to lose those hands, but Bryce just looks pleased. Also squished. It’s profoundly undignified. Even Bryce isn’t hot enough to pull off a fish face.

Jared turns to his locker so no one will catch him smiling. It really wouldn’t do to give new Canucks the impression he’s someone who smiles.

People are pleased to see Bryce! They missed him!!

“You’re not going to say hi to me?” Bryce asks, and Jared catches a sliver of a smile, Bryce pleased with himself.

“I am not,” Jared says. Even if Bryce sort of flirting with him in public is something that would have been unfathomable a year ago, and is still a little shocking now, Jared sat in the same car on the way in, ate breakfast at the same table, and woke up in the same bed as Bryce. He will not be humouring him by saying hello. That is ridiculous.

But look how cute he is, Jared. You know you want to flirt with him.

“Everyone needs to stop telling me when I’m smiling!” Jared says. “I know when I’m smiling, I don’t need to be informed!”

Such dignity on display.

Gabe holds both hands up, a smile on his own face, and Jared resigns himself to Stephen giving him copious shit about this the next time Jared sees him.

“Your boyfriend is intolerable,” Jared says. “And you aid and abet him.”

It’s a damn good thing Gabe is a patient man, considering his linemates. And his Stephen.

“Is he usually like this?” Jared hears someone ask. He doesn’t recognise the voice, which makes sense, because anyone whose voice he would recognise would presumably know what he’s usually like.

“Only when he’s in a good mood,” Bryce says, and he sounds so cheerful Jared almost doesn’t have the heart to argue that he is not, actually, in a good mood, he is in a bad mood, because everyone around him is terrible.

What’s your face doing right now, Jared? Is it beaming at your locker again?

152. Sharing is Caring

Jared makes it through training camp in one piece, which is always an achievement. This year, however, the transition from training camp to the preseason presents an additional wrinkle, since they have to tell the newbies and rookies that have managed to stick around about their relationship. Even if the majority won’t necessarily be in the roster on opening night, chances are they’ll be called up at least a handful of times. It’s better to let them all know now than individually on an as needed basis, especially since they may feel slighted if they think they’ve been kept out of the loop, and there’s no point asking for locker room drama.

That sounds quite savvy about locker room politics and unusually considerate of others’ feelings.

At least, that’s what Stephen said.

Oop, there it is.

And one of the reasons Jared finds Stephen so irritating is because he’s usually just as right as he thinks he is. When he isn’t, Gabe quietly pokes holes in his logic, and since he concurred with Stephen, that means it’s almost certainly the best thing to do.

Gabe functioning here as a sort of good idea detector, as he does in many situations. Stephen likes to bounce things off him to see what makes his eye twitch.

Well, actually, the ‘my brother’s gay, and single, but �� I guess you don’t want me to set you up, eh?’ might be seen as good allyship, albeit a little interfering. Also massively inappropriate, considering Jared’s married.

This moment will haunt Callum for years. Decades. Possibly to his death bed. He’ll be going toward the light, then suddenly sit up and groan ‘I can’t believe I said that’.

“You’re just failing on every level with this matchmaking thing, huh,” Jared says.

“Don’t tell Bryce Marcus I tried to set up his husband with my brother,” Callum says. “I’ll die.”

To the GRAVE it haunts him.

“Liney lunch after, so I can’t drive you home,” Jared says, straightening up.

Liney lunch is liney only, no exceptions, otherwise Bryce would obviously be invited.

He still can’t believe he regularly spends time with Dmitry when he doesn’t have to, but that’s the power Gabriel Markson has. And admittedly those lunches are good from a strategy standpoint: they all view the game slightly differently, and coordinating those viewpoints is the key on harmony. On the ice, at least. Dmitry shows no sign of being interested in harmony off the ice.

This implies that he’s the only one, which is clearly untrue. Nobody cares about harmony but poor Gabe.

“You don’t want me to come?” Bryce asks in a very small voice, and then Jared blinks and they’re at the practice facility and Bryce is unbuckling his seatbelt and practically trotting inside.

Jared sighs and follows. There’s no hurry. The opposite — they’re twenty-five minutes early, because Jared had planned on dropping off dry cleaning and grabbing a coffee on the way. But Bryce stridently vetoed that because he didn’t want to be late, and Jared considered pointing out that Bryce couldn’t be late if he wasn’t even expected, but decided he didn’t want to hear the sad Bryce voice again.

You’re weak, Matheson.

Jared watches him for a minute from the tunnel, Bryce doing such elite level pining Jared finds himself slightly jealous of a sheet of frozen water.

Big ‘but my true love is the sea’ energy from Bryce.

“You as a rookie is not something anyone should aspire to,” Jared says.

“Definitely not,” Bryce says, still cheerful, then takes Jared’s hand and kisses the back of it.

“You’re getting worse,” Jared says. It’s like the more people who know, the more romantic Bryce becomes. At a certain point Jared assumes he can’t get more romantic, but they haven’t hit that point yet.

“Yup,” Bryce says, unrepentant, then turns Jared’s hand over, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

I should note ‘you’re getting worse’ was an observation, not a complaint. Sure, Jared may pretend it was the latter, but as we know, he lies.

“What did you do,” Jared says, utterly appalled, as he looks around Julius’ place.

Julius blinks mildly at him, which is Halla for confusion.

“It’s — there’s stuff,” Jared says.

“Oh,” Julius says. “Yes.”

“You have stuff,” Jared says, prowling around the living room. There’s a lamp that definitely wasn’t there before, and pillows on the couch, and it is weird and wrong.

How dare there be a visual representation of how you have changed without Jared noticing it.

And that’s before he notices a throw blanket that looks suspiciously familiar.

Jared snatches it up and holds it to his chest. “This blanket is mine.”

It begins.

Twitter —> Blanket (we are here)

“This is Flames red!” Jared says. It was his blanket for Flames games — his dad has control issues with the thermostat, and if Jared complained was cold, the answer was ‘put on a sweater’ or ‘this is Alberta’, depending. His father did, however, approve the purchase of a Flames red blanket for hockey watching purposes, possibly just so Jared would quit whining while he was trying to watch the game. Erin did not have a Flames red blanket, because Erin did not watch Flames games, which means there has been theft.

I feel like when you count ‘the last time I used this’ in years rather than days or weeks or months, it becomes a little less your blanket. Especially since it’s basically just ‘living room throw if someone’s cold’. Jared was cold more often, but he was not the sole user of the blanket even back then. It is a family blanket.

Your father and I bought that blanket, not you., she’s sent, because apparently Erin’s a snitch. You can afford your own blankets. Give it back to Julius.

Julius can also afford his own. Jared replies.

Susan is so over her children snitching on each other to her, but also: Jared give that 20 dollar blanket from Costco back, this is not a hill to die on.

You haven’t used that blanket once since you were a teenager. his mom replies. Do not make me tell Elaine about this: you know I’d be happy to.

Nuclear option, how dare she.

“What’s with the blanket?” Gabe asks on the bus to Rogers Place for pre-game.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jared says.

This is not the way to get people to stop asking, Jared.

“Don’t mention this to Stephen,” Jared says.

“Okay,” Gabe says, smiling out the window, looking innocent as can be.

“I mean it,” Jared says.

“Jared,” Gabe says, looking over at him. “Do you want me to mention this to Stephen?”

“No!” Jared says. “I just told you not to!”

“And I said okay,” Gabe says. “Okay?”

Unless they’re Gabe.

“Nice blanket, Matheson,” Coach says as Jared steps off the bus.

Jared blinks at him. Coach blinks back.

“Thank you,” Jared says, and goes to navigate his way to the Oilers dressing room so he can get rid of the damn thing before someone else he’s not allowed to snap at compliments his blanket.

Good work, Jared’s survival instincts.

Jared shoves the blanket under one arm and texts Julius when he gets near the Oilers’ locker room. The last thing he wants is dudes who weren’t with the team when he was there thinking he’s intruding on their turf. Or worse, dudes who were on the roster when Jared was there, and think Jared’s come to catch up.

The only thing scarier than antagonism is small talk.

“This is Erin’s brother,” Julius says.

“My bad, dude,” Oiler says, putting his hands up. Jared generously presumes it’s because of the former linemate thing.

“Why does your teammate know Erin’s name,” Jared says.

“Why does my teammate know my girlfriend’s name,” Julius says.

How dare the Oilers know of Erin's existence, Jared didn’t approve this.

“Give it back,” Jared says.

“No,” Julius says.

“Aww,” Oilers goon says. “This is just like me and my brothers.”

“Nobody asked you, Oilers goon!” Jared says, as Julius throws a withering look over his shoulder.

“I’m not a goon,” Oilers goon says. “I’m just not a bean pole.”

Jared and Julius unite in the withering look this time, and the Oilers goon finally takes the damn hint and disappears into the Oilers’ locker room.

Poor Oilers Not-Goon. There's a full on family resemblance, not because they look alike, but because they have the exact same bitch face, and they're both aiming it at him.

“We’re forgetting about the blanket!” Jared snaps, which of course means everyone starts asking about it.

Oh Jared, not everyone is Gabe.

The Oilers pull out an irritating come from behind win on the back of Julius’ line, and Julius wears the blanket across his shoulders like a fucking Gatorade towel in a postgame interview.

I love that Julius and Jared bring out peak pettiness in one another.

“Good to be home, eh Math?” Matthew asks, presumably trying for a Math and Calgary solidarity thing, even though he’s disqualified because ‘Matth’ isn’t a word, and Strathmore isn’t Calgary. It isn’t even a suburb of Calgary. Jared refuses his solidarity.

Jared’s poor teammates. Also, Jared, you can't just gatekeep math and Calgary.

“Wonderful,” Jared grits out, though, because he did promise Bryce he’d be friendlier with ‘the boys’.

His poor, poor teammates.

[darthfrodophantom]

The Countdown to A Secret Uncovered continues! Only 9 days until the final chapter!

Today we have 9 people I want to thank for making this final chapter possible (in no real order)!

@summerssixecho – Everyone, this final chapter is going up because of her. I hope you all know that. She got me back into the phandom, back into writing, and helped by being an incredible beta of the final chapter. She has been a huge support throughout this process and has been a true friend over the many years. Summers, I literally cannot thank you enough 💚💚

Pterodactyl – Really gave me such great insights during the writing of some chapters and helped get me out of some sticky spots I wrote myself into. They helped solve a lot of writer's block back in the day.

KaliPhantom – She’s not in the phandom anymore, but she was a huge inspiration and friend while I wrote this fic. Kali, I doubt you'll ever see this, but thank you for the great chats!

SamanthaGirlScout – She’s also not in the phandom anymore, but she was a great phandom friend and a joy to talk with while writing this piece.

@pseudinymous – Another great phandom friend from the old days who really inspired me. I enjoyed our conversations so much and you really helped push me to be a better writer!

Ectoberhaunt Discord server and event - Participating in my first October really got me jazzed about writing for this phandom again and showed me how alive the phandom still was. It inspired me to start writing again, which led to this.

The DP Fanfiction Palace Discord – This Discord is incredible and amazing. They provide inspiration, support, and a fun place to discuss Danny Phantom and our fics. They have been such a great sounding board and source of inspiration.

Anyone who voted for A Secret Uncovered for the @half-deadfic Project – This really showed me that people still thought of this fic and still wanted an ending. Filling out the forms made me select that I intended to finish this fic, and it’s when I really set out to do it.

All the fans of A Secret Uncovered who’ve stuck with me over the years – I know you all deserve so much better than 10 years for a chapter, but I appreciate each and every one of you who have stuck with me over these years 💚

I know there are so many more people I could thank. I’d thank every single person who’s reviewed or left a comment or read this fic if I could, but that would be a thankfully long list. But thank you all! 💚

[lurkingshan]

My School President

I will shock no one by saying this show is absolutely darling and I watched most of it with a big old grin on my face (and letting out the occasional pterodactyl screech when something really extra cute happened). It’s exactly as advertised - a very sweet and fun teen romance with a fantastic lead pair.

It was also surprisingly funny! Humor in Thai dramas is pretty hit or miss for me, but I don’t think I’ve seen anything funnier than Tinn’s fantasy life in any Thai BL ever. He claims he never watches romance dramas but his daydreams say otherwise.

The music grew on me over the course of the show (and just got better, I think? I really wasn’t feeling it the first few episodes). The storylines with the parents were better than I expected. I liked that they took a more nuanced approach with Tinn’s mom instead of making her a typical hateful drama parent. She was anxious and uncomfortable about the parts of Tinn’s life she didn’t understand, but she never tried to control him or get in his way, and ultimately what she wanted was just to be part of his life. Tiwson is an all-timer among supportive bestie characters. And I ended up really liking the Sound and Win pairing, too. I especially liked Sound’s actor and hope to see him in more shows. There were a few instances of shaggy writing and some things in the execution of the show I might have tinkered with, but nothing worth harping on.

Ultimately I think I still prefer Heart and Li Ming among Gemini and Fourth’s pairings - there was just more depth there. But they were fantastic here, as well, and managed to convey a lot of genuine emotion even in a very tropey show. @waitmyturtles I was actually thinking about your classic Thai BL journey as I watched this because this show is chock full of both loving homage to and affectionate mocking of pretty much all the heritage shows and tropes. I think you said you didn’t plan to watch MSP, but it might be worth it to put a button on that project.

[mark-of-chrysus]

#2

"Hey, stop. I'm not proud of it." Zack was definitely proud of it.

He glanced back at the new transfer hoping to see him cowering and had he been drinking anything he would have done a spit-take right then and there.

Oblivious to the looks he was getting, Daniel, continued flirting with the increasingly reddening blonde. His pickup lines were downright atrocious, but Jay didn't seem to mind it at all.

"Are you French? Because Eiffel for you."

Zack began wondering if this was a fever dream but a quick look at his gobsmacked goon confirmed they were seeing this too.

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you."

Zoe quietly despaired in a corner with large crocodile tears running down her face.

"I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art."

Zack sneakily pulled out a notebook and began furiously scribbling down notes.

"Are you a time traveler? Cause I see you in my future!"

Daniel was not smirking mischievously at that one, thank you very much.

"Can I follow you where you’re going right now? Because my parents always told me to follow my dreams."

"Does he even have a dad?" someone whispered in the background, genuinely curious.

As expected, there was no reply.

"Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!"

Mira could no longer keep a straight face and face-planted into her desk letting out something that sounded like a mix between a moan of despair and a muffled snort. It came out like the sound of a wounded pterodactyl.

The teacher walked in unnoticed.

"My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in."

The teacher promptly walked out and never returned.

[leebrontide]

I got tagged in the find-the word game by @lexiklecksi Thank you!

This is from my WIP Names in Their Blood, sequel to Secondhand Origin Stories.

crazy:

“I still like the teal paint.” Jamie mused comfortably.

“The rose goes better with the dark wood.” Aldis argued. “No, this is gonna drive me crazy. I’m gonna have this all painted by the time you get back.”

Opal almost objected, but at this point she sort of just wanted someone else to choose something and free her.

flower

Jamie paused to pluck a rose that hadn’t completely succumbed to frost yet, then serenely plucked the damaged petals from the flower, editing out it’s imperfections. Opal’d seen Jamie pick flowers loads of time. They could hardly pass a garden without Jamie presenting her with something. But it’d never seemed sad, before.

comfort

Issac settled more comfortably in front of the meter tall pretend kitchen, straightened the small chef hat on his head, and looked at the camera. “As my assistant was reminding me, it’s important to wear appropriate safety gear when dealing with open flames in the kitchen.” He gestured to the yoke of costume jewelry thick enough to obscure his ID badge lanyard. “Now, the trick with cooking-“ he glanced into the toy pot “pterodactyl stew, is making sure you have appropriate permissions for cooking a very severely endangered species-“

accusation

Jamie tried to smother her irritation at the implied accusation. “Didn’t you get the security briefing this morning?”

The nurses eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You should have been told when you came on shift.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re trying to pull-”

Jamie dropped her voice to a whisper and hardened her eyes. “I’ve been at an arrest, an assault, a murder site, a mass grave and Secretary Bridgewater’s house in the past three days. If those sound to you like normal things for me to be doing, then maybe you don’t think there’s an emergency, but if that sounds like maybe something my dad might want to know about, then I’d like you to please go ask him if he’d like to talk to me about what’s going on.”

deprivation (Ok, Deprivation wasn't anywhere in my manuscript. So I used "taken" and tried to find something that seemed to suit the general tone.)

MARTIN: This is my purpose. This is what I was made for. Please, don’t take it away from me.

Jenna closed her eyes. She looked in pain. Solomon looked like someone slapped him across the face. Yael looked panicky.

This is when Issac should step up. He should prove he was a fit dad for Martin. Say something useful.

He’d had parts of himself that felt essential taken away.

Hadn’t he learned anything from it, that could help Martin?

JENNA: Solomon.

He looked at her, startled and still on guard.

JENNA: You’re the only one here custom built for a purpose. Talk to them.

I'm tagging @dotr-rose-love, @etjwrites, mariahwritesstuff and @doriangravesftw with the words up, home, change, spin, and thread

[shittygaypornmagazine]

You don’t have to respond to this, I am more than happy if you just see this ask, if not, that’s okay too.

I was setting that up like I was gonna have some long speech but this new chapter has me floored and I am processing everything and getting out nothing coherent.

(no possession today sadly)

The cute interactions????

CASEY JR ON HIS WAY TO SLAY

L E O S A G I

The angst??????

CASEY MY BELOVED

My favorite genre of fic is when you’re suspicions about not crying yet and that was me in the first 2 minutes of the chapter before Nardo and Leo’s back to back internal monologues hit me with a bus (y’know like mean girls)

I feel like your reaching into my mind and painting Nardo with my insecurities and Leo with my fears (HOW DO YOU DO THAT???)

emotional damage

I honestly can’t tell you or comprehend how much comfort your writing has given me.

At the end of this chapter I had tears in my eyes because of how happy I am for this fic just, existing?? I dunno if that sounds weird, but the writing combined with the characters just fills me with so much joy in feeling that they know how I feel. I’m gonna cry again, THEY ARE SO REAL AYSOWXKPNRUISJDVUKVG

Also remember when this fic didn’t have the Leosagi tagged and all we had was 🐢🐇

we can’t have leosagi if Jr removes the sagi

I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense (It most definitely doesn’t)

Love ya boo

-Casey Jr slays (Usagi)-

me rn:

But anyway,

First thing i gotta tell you is that when I say a notification in my inbox I knew. I knew it was you and I had to walk around my room, flapping my hands, stimming my way through the excitement because if there is ANYONE to whose thoughts I am looking forward to it's YOU, bestie.

It was love at first possession.

The Mean Girls reference murdered me on the spot. I screeched like a pterodactyl and scared my mother but it was worth it because you get it. And like being suspicious about not crying??? I-

*gives you a bunch of napkins*

Don't ask me how I got them.

*wipes my own tears away because the knowledge that something I created (and am still creating) brings people comfort and makes them feel things is so powerful I can't help it*

Also,

YOU WE'RE HERE FOR MY 🐢🐇 ATTEMPT TO BE MYSTERIOUS AND PULL OFF A PLOT TWIST SCENARIO????

edit: CASEY SLAYS (USAGI) IS MY FAVOURITE SENTENCE EVER NOW AKXKDJDHSHAJKA

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph ch 123 english fan translation

This chapter was released officially in English without any spoilers, so this was just for fun. I have included some extra promo material that wasn't translated along with the offical, though. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 123: Footrace in Ancient Times

Reaching into the past to find the reason for his own existence.....!!

Yuu: Open up, past of mine. Let's see what the hell you are.

*LOUD door opening sound*

Yuu: The ocean?

Yuu: I don't think there's a way to tell how far back in the past we are just by the ocean....

Mika: You'll see soon.

Yuu: Why soon?

Mika: Just get out there. You'll get it.

*pterodactyl screech*

Yuu: What was that?

Yuu: HUH WHAT THE FUCK?????? HANG ON WAIT-- WHAT THE-????

Mika: Oh no way!!!

*dinosaurs roaring*

Yuu: *screaming just like them*

Mika: Yuuchan!

Yuu: Ow ow ow ow

Mika: Run!!

Yuu: D-......d-.......d-

Mika: Yeah I get it

Yuu: AWESOME!!!! THESE ARE DINOSAURS!! DINOSAURS!!

Mika: I figured you'd be hyped.

Yuu: This is amazing, they're the real deal. Real dinosaurs.

Mika: These are your memories, though.

Yuu: So, what? I was born in the dinosaur era then?

Mika: Well don't ask me.

Yuu: So....were there humans this far back?

Mika: Not by a long shot. Humans wouldn't exist for another 10 or 20 thousand years.

Yuu: Ohoho? Then when was the dinosaur age?

Mika: Like a hundred million years ago?

Present day (here and now) Yuu is present

Destruction of the world (8 years ago) Yuu is present

Birth of humanity (10,000 years ago) Yuu is present

∞

Dinosaur age (100 million years ago) Yuu is present

Yuu: I-....

Yuu: WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MY PAST????

Mika: Yeah....

Yuu: AM I A DINOSAUR? AM I, IS THAT IT????

Mika: Maybe in terms of intelligence

Yuu: KNOCK IT OFF.

Yuu: Not to mention, if this is all in my memories...

Yuu: I wonder if *I'm* around here somewhere?

Mika: Oh...I wonder.

*lizard sounds*

Yuu: Nononono

Yuu: We're in the dinosaur age, at least let me be as big as one too....

Mika: No I think it's looking this way

Yuu: Yeah but. It has to be a coincidence.

Mika: It's staring right at us

Yuu: Are you kidding me? Is that seriously me?

Yuu: This has to be a joke, there's no way.

Angel Mikaela: Found you~!!

Yuu: Huh?

Angel Mikaela: Look at you, hiding in something like this~

Yuu: Hey, this is, from back then. These aren't my memories, they're yours.

Mika: So that's really me?

Yuu: Something came out!!

Angel Mikaela: Haha, you didn't fool me for a second!

Angel Mikaela: It's time to go, Father is calling.

Yuu: Aw what, they're flying away. Are we able to fly here?

Yuu: Uhh....

Yuu: WE REALLY HAVE TO RUN??

Mika: Fuck fuck fuck I'm losing sight of them, we can't keep up!

Yuu: Is this our ruin!??

Yuu: Can't you eat some of my desires and get stronger?

Mika: Ah, no dice.

Mika: Breaking into this memory took a ton of desire

Yuu: So I don't have enough?

Mika: You don't, you're calories are-

Yuu: GOT IT I'LL GO EAT SOMETHING

Mika: GREAT, COUNTING ON IT. I'LL KEEP RUNNING SO WE DON'T LOSE THEM.

Yuu: HERE I GO!!

Mika: WELL THAT WAS FAST.

Mika: Oh god...I hope I can keep up.

Yuu: Oh he wasn't kidding, I'm so hungry again. The miles per gallon on me sucks.

Yuu: Alright, stomach filled! I'm coming back, Mika!

Yuu: I'm back!

Mika: Hey!! Your power is back too!

Yuu: Lost sight of them?

Mika: Just barely. I think. But since we've got power again-

Mika: We can go!

Yuu: Ohh, power indeed. Let's go!

Yuu: There they are! Over there!

Mika: Yeah

Mika: This way, on the other side of the mountain. Let's cover the distance all at once.

Yuu: Right

Mika: It's right behind this precipice.

Yuu: You're not a demon anymore. All that power is gone too.

Mika: We really have to conserve energy. Come on, let's go up.

Mika: Ah-

Yuu: What is it?

Yuu: Did you lose sight of Angel Mika?

Yuu: Huh, what? What's behind the precipice?

Yuu: Whoa, what the...

Yuu: There's tons of things that look like the First down there.

Mika: And those weird eyeballs

Yuu: What time period is this, the angel age?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: Holy shit

Mika: Yeah

A city of angels has appeared out of nowhere....What will they lay eyes upon next in this mystery-filled past...!?

Transcription of the promo text on the color page:

The dark fantasy with over 15 million copies in circulation - Celebrating the release of its 29th volume with a color page! (This is the cover, it's available now to high praise!)

Dive into the abyss

Chapter 123: Footrace in Ancient Times

[theredengineapologist]

Fav James voice?

:O !!! My first ask! Thank you very much anon!

Let me see, this is actually kind of a difficult question to answer because I haven't had the pleasure of listening to all of James's voices yet. For context, I have not watched any of the CGI series yet (save for the episodes "Old Reliable Edward", "All in Vain", and a few randomized clips that crop up on YouTube). I'm only a couple episodes away from finishing Season 6, and I intend to finish the classic model series first before watching CGI.

After much deliberating, I would definitely have to say Rob Rackstraw (who voiced James in the US from The Adventure Begins and into the BWBA era)! His voice is just so high pitched and nasally, it's so cute! I make happy pterodactyl noises every time I hear it. It's just so cute and it suits him perfectly!

Granted, I have a bias towards high pitch and/or nasally voices anyway. I genuinely find them really endearing and kind of attractive ngl.

Out of the narrator voices though, I would have to say Alec Baldwin in Season 5 takes the cake for me. He's just so needlessly fruity and I love it! I wish he had kept the same voice going in to Season 6, but considering that Conan called him out for making James sound gay and this was the late 90s early 2000s, I can see why he didn't. Still, for how much of him we got, Season 5 fruity James has my whole heart.

Also honorable mention to Keith Wickham (who voiced James in the UK from Hero of the Rails until Season 20). Definitely a very, very close second favorite unique James voice. His voice is deeper than Rackstraw's, but not too much so it still hits for me. Also I very much appreciate the more prominent accent.

Perhaps some time later, I will go through a rank every James voice I've heard so far. I think that will be fun!

[autistic-lan-xichen]

Hi!!! I am here with the promised etymology fact! I have a few smaller tidbit ones soo yeah

Helicopter! Most people think it divides into heli+copter (think heli-pad) but actually it's helico+pter!

Helico meaning spiral (as in helix) and pter meaning fly/flight! The same as in pterodactyl which, btw, is ptero+dactyl

Dactyl means fingers so pterodactyl litrly means flying fingers or finger flier! It's also the same dactyl that appears in polydactyly which is poly (many) plus dactyl!

Another one i really like is the difference bw and Elegy and a Eulogy! They're both poem kinda things that you say when someone dies like in memory of them, but an Elegy is about mourning the one who died while a Eulogy is about celebrating and appreciating the life they lived, it has a more happy vibe! Which makes a lot of sense when you see that the prefix 'eu-' is usually used to denote happiness and good feelings. Think euphoria!

The seeming exception to that is euthanasia, but it ends up making sense when you see that euthanasia originally meant 'a good death' which is a nice way of thinking about it if you ask me!

Another cool one is how the Fruit that adam and eve ate in the Bible came to be an apple. In the Bible it's never actually mentioned the the fruit is an apple, we don't know what fruit it is! The thing is though, that in Latin, the word for general Fruits was also often used as the word for apple (malum), not only that, the Latin word for 'Bad' is written and pronounced in a very similar way, so the theory is that somehwere in all the translation, 'Bad Fruit' got condenswd down to just. Apple. Cuz it all sounded similar!

Speaking of Latin 'bad', the word is Malum (there are some accent marks but i forget them rn) which is where we get the suffix 'mal-' for bad things! Like maleficent, malnourished, malcontent.

Another kinda funny one is Rhinoceros! Rhino means Nose. Think rhinoplasty, rhinitis(inflammation in the nose), rhinovirus (the common cold).

Ceros comes froma root word that basically means like. Stone? Thorn? I am not 100% sure rn but something like that. So rhinoceros litrly just means Nose-Stone lmao

Soeaking of Ceros, it's also where we get the word Keratin! The stuff out hair and nails r made of. So that's cool

Last one, u know the words 'human' and 'man'?? U ever wonder why they don't have the same plural endings when they're so similar?? Well the thing is they sound very similar but they're actually from completely different roots! Like. Not even the same root language. Human comes from the latin 'humanus' which has prety much the same meaning.

But 'man' comes from Germanic roots! Think german and the slavic languages, which is a completely seperate language system with its own grammar rules to latin and the Romance languages (french italian spanish etc. Languages that descended from the language of Rome hence the name)

Which is why their modern day remnants human and man also follow different grammar rules, the rules of their root languages!

Anyway i hope me rambling on was not boring i personally find this so cool one time i sent my friend a good half hour long ramble about this. Thank you for asking!!!

this were really interesting i know almost nothing about this besides the bad one(learned about it in spanish class) so it was fun to learn about it

[rkhemlani]

June 13th - Free Day/Universal Japan

Today was such a spontaneous, tiring day for me. After going to a gorgeous rooftop bar, going out on the town, and getting one hour of sleep, I woke up to Vishnu entering my room at 6:15 in the morning to accompany him to Universal Studios Japan in Osaka. I mostly attended to spite Nico, because he never thinks I can rally after going out. After leaving to Starbucks for a quick bite at 7:00, Vishnu, Aulora, Eliza, Sam, Chase, Ana, Emily, and I headed to the Kyoto train station. We arrived at the theme park and Aulora and I were nervous because we had just purchased our tickets on the train ride over, so we were not sure if we were going to be able to enter the park. The main attraction for the day was Super Nintendo Land, which had some Mario themed attractions and beautiful decorations. As a group, we were unsure if we were going to be able to attend because the tickets to enter are drop-based, but luckily, we all got tickets. We first went on this cool roller coaster that allowed you to play one of their five songs, and I picked “Shake it off” by Taylor Swift. Surprisingly, the song went really well with the ride as her vocals matched the drops, turns, and spins. We then headed to Super Nintendo World, and at first I was taken away because of the beautiful decorations, but after a while I realized it was overrated. Firstly, it was a lot smaller than I had imagined and there were only two rides, one of them being a super kiddy Yoshi ride that just toured the land. The other ride was cool, but disorienting as it was mostly based on AR (that stands for augmented reality mom) and it was based on Mario Kart and racing. My favorite part of this area was probably the decorations and the Mango Lassi we had there, which actually tasted more like a piña colada, but it was still good and refreshing. There were also so many noises here because the little kids would keep hitting the Mario blocks to get coins on their wristband (some weird thing you had to pay extra for), so all I kept hearing was the sound of collecting coins for like three hours. After the most average meal of chicken teriyaki, we headed to my favorite ride, the Jurassic Park Pterodactyl ride, which was a roller coaster that had the riders faced down. Vishnu and I thought we were going to throw up, but it was really smooth actually. We met up with Sam (the boy) after the ride and walked around to the Harry Potter section. I literally took a nap on the road here while others bought Butter Beer and watched a Harry Potter play in Japanese. After another play in Jurassic Park, we headed to the Jaws ride, which they had closed down many years ago in Universal Orlando. This one was really cool, immersive, and enjoyable. Aulora was scared because she has the weirdest and most specific phobia of animatronics in the water. We then headed towards the exit to get a snack, and then Aulora, Vishnu, Sam (the boy), and I headed back to the hotel. I got ready and then met up with Nico, Chelsea, Casey, and Julie to go out to a boujee, yet yummy restaurant that Casey had found. These girls love to spend money and I’m also all for it. We had a hot pot, I got caviar, and it was complemented by a delicious matcha pudding. We then walked over to a super-secret bar that was attended by a single mixologist that was a master at his craft. I have no clue how these girls find these hidden gems, it really is shocking. I ordered an Old Fashioned (the best one I’ve ever had mom) and the mixologist gave me his favorite drink, an Aviation, which was really strong but delicious. It was a long, tiring day but it ended on a high note.