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memes-in-a-half-shell · 1 year

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Just the Two of Us - Chapter 1

Wahoo! First chapter of that new story of mine! I wanted to try something different for this first chapter. Less exposition and more straight to the point. We'll get to learn more about Vee and other stuff in future chapters, but for now I wanted to lay out the first meeting.

Events are after the 2nd movie. Dunno exactly how long after, but it's been some time for sure. Please note that all characters are depicted as adults. Mature subjects may come in later chapters (nsfw, of course language 'cause I have the mouth of a fucking sailor, deep emotional stuff, most probably some intense action and blood - 'cause this mama loves to be intense). There's gonna be some humor too, don't worry~

I've started this fic first for myself, but I was liking the various drafts I did and I wanted to share 💜

Title is inspired by the song "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington.

[First Chapter - you're here!] // [Next Chapter - incoming]

And in an instant my soul trembled Meeting your eyes didn't feel like the first time Deep within me I knew - I simply knew That forever I'd be entranced by you

There was something about this late August's night that felt different.

Maybe it was this warmth that had some moisture lingering in the air. Or this surreal feeling that was now creeping under Vee's skin as her friend April was leading her into a dark alley. Who knows, really.

"You have to promise me, Vee. You must keep this encounter a secret. Never tell anyone about what you're going to see."

When the reporter had asked for help regarding friends that needed a hand with translation issues, of course Vee accepted. But now the woman was slowly starting to second-guess her choice. She knew April had no mean bone in her however, trusting her then feeling like the right thing to do...

"I dunno why it's getting so serious all of a sudden, but I promise you, April."

"And I know you'll keep that promise," added the brunette with a soft smile.

Their heels' clicking came to a stop against the pavement, the reporter taking some seconds to check her surroundings before bringing a watch to her left wrist up, pressing a button and saying: "It's alright, we're ready." Vee slightly frowned at that action until she heard movement from above, some things now falling and moving in the shadows of the alley.

"Now, Vee, please don't freak out," instantly tried to reassure April, placing herself before her friend and trying to keep Vee's focus on her. "I assure you, they're friends."

Now the intrigue was killing Vee's curiosity, her gaze moving from April's, now finally noticing new forms appearing in the dim lights of the alley. The first shape was already impressive in size, piercing blue eyes going straight across her soul. She noticed green scales, a blue bandana, a shell?! Vee's eyes were wide open as her mouth simply opened and closed like a fish out of water, unable to form words. She shyly pointed out at the creature, grabbing her friend's arm out of pure instinct.

"It's alright, Vee," added April.

Other forms came forward, their looks different, yet all sharing those reptilian features. Orange, red, and purple bandanas added to the blue. All were staring at Vee, silent, trying to judge her reaction - afraid she'd be scared, most probably. Vee finally found back her voice, slight gasps of air exhaling from her lungs. She couldn't help her smile, slightly shaking her friend's arm she was still holding, blurting out in exclamation:

"Holy shit!!"

She moved away from April and now forward to the newcomers. She did keep her distance, not wanting to provoke any harsh reactions. Her eyes could barely stay in place, noticing new details on each individual she'd look at.

"April, what the fuck!" she added, turning to the brunette. "Your friends look awesome!"

"Told ya April has hot friends and this one looks cool," piped one of the creatures - the orange one - towards the red one, which resulted in some tsks and a playful slap on his shoulder.

"You're not scared?" asked April, moving to stand close to her friend again.

"Well, I mean..." Vee took another glance at the four, vaguely gesturing them. "I guess I'm more... surprised?! It's not everyday you see- … see, uh.." she paused, frowning a little, hands on her hips. "What are you guys, anyway?"

That brought some smiles on their faces, tension finally easing. The blue one spoke first:

"We are mutant ninja turtles, ma'am," he answered with one polite nod.

"Oh sure, that makes sense," acknowledged Vee, still frowning.

Her brain was running a hundred miles per second, trying to assess everything. They were giant speaking turtles, for crying out loud! Most people would've ran away at the sight of them, but Vee felt nothing else than pure fascination at the moment. And knowing they were friends with April, that did facilitate the encounter.

"So, April, that's the friend you spoke about?" brought up another mutant, the one wearing a red do-rag.

"Oh, yes, right, let me do the presentations," started the reporter, finally getting in motion. She first gestured around Vee's frame: "Guys, this is Vee!" She next started from left to right, the first one being the turtle wearing an orange bandana: "So this is Michelangelo-"

"Call me Mikey, sweetface," he quickly added, winking.

"Don't cut me, Mikey, that's rude," playfully bantered April, then moving to the red one. "This one's Raphael. Don't worry, he looks like a brute but he's really sweet."

"Depends on who yer askin'," smirked the large one.

"Now that's Leonardo, their leader, and finally over here we've got Donatello. You'll mostly be working with him for the task at hand."

Vee's eyes followed suit and landed on the tall terrapin adorning a purple bandana. Compared to the others he was slimmer in frame, wore glasses and presented various tech on his person. Vee paid no mind as she moved towards him, extending her hand as a greeting, out of pure formality and habit.

"Hi! I look forward to getting started."

The other paused for a second, his gaze glued to her hand. He only got in motion once April gently elbowed him, finally holding Vee's hand to return the greeting.

"Likewise."

A strong shiver went through Vee, seeing how her hand looked so small in his. Her green eyes crossed his golden ones, the exchange quickly over.

"So," started Leonardo. "April told us you can help us translate things from French to English. That's correct?"

"Yes," answered Vee with a smile. "It's my first language, I won't have any issues with that."

"You don't sound French at all," added Michelangelo. "Where's your accent?"

"Oh, sorry I don't sound like a movie stereotype," added the woman with slight annoyance, although playful. "I've been learning and speaking English from a very young age, since in Canada both English and French are the two offical languages."

"Wait, they speak French in Canada? I thought you'd be from France or somethin'!" continued the orange one.

"Welp, we all learn something new everyday!" pointed Vee.

And boy was she learning something completely new today.

***

Of all the places she thought she'd go to tonight, Vee didn't think it'd be in the sewers. The group was making its way through large undisturbed canals, April in front and discussing with Leo and Raph. As Vee was behind with Mikey and Donnie, she did start a conversation with the latter in order to be up to speed with the project.

"So, what am I going to work with? Should I wait until we get to the place before I get more details, or-?"

"You're totally gonna do some super secret spy stuff," said Mikey right away, playfully.

"Well, not totally," objected Donatello with a soft sigh, his attention now on Vee. "If I may brief you a little; we've intercepted communications from an enemy-"

"The Foot clan!"

"-Yes the Foot, thanks Mikey. And they seem to have developped an alliance with someone overseas, speaking French. All conversations are in audio form. I've tried to learn the language, but we're in a rush and I must admit that it's been kind of hard."

"Understandable, French is one hell of a language to learn," softly smiled Vee.

"And I didn't want to put those files through online translation services, as the information's nature is still unknown and I wouldn't want to risk any leaks of it. … Then April suggested you, and here we are."

"Here we are, indeed," added the woman. "It shouldn't be too difficult. My only concern would be regarding terms or keywords that are unknown to me; anything that may not be too familiar to me regarding this whole situation. But given the time, I could probably get through anything."

"Hey, by the way," said Mikey, diverting the subject a little. "Is your name really Vee? Sounds more like a nickname to me."

"Well aren't you the rude one tonight," slightly frowned Donnie.

"What?! I'm genuinely curious!"

Vee was still smiling: "No worries, it's not rude to ask! Indeed it's a nickname, since my full name can be quite a mouthful for English speakers at times. It's Véronique."

"Say what now?" added Mikey.

The woman couldn't hide her small laugh: "See! That's the kind of reaction I get everytime. That's why I tell people to call me Vee. Short and sweet!"

"Your name sounds beautiful though, what a shame," commented Donnie.

"Eyo, stop flirtin' back there," piped in Raph.

Mikey's chuckle echoed in the tunnel while Donnie's eyes rolled. They finally arrived to their destination; the Lair. Vee was instantly amazed as she witnessed the size of the place, all filled with interesting objects here and there.

"No way!" she breathed out with a large smile. "This place's amazing!"

That did boost the turtles' mood, enjoying to see such reaction from the woman. It was refreshing to meet someone new and see their fascination regarding their world.

"Where's Splinter?" asked April.

"He's out for the night to salvage some stuff for himself," answered Leonardo. "Plus he wanted to give us space for the newcomer."

"Didn't want to recreate a Casey situation?" added the brunette, amused.

"Oh I wish," chuckled Raph.

As the group was still moving forward, Vee leaned in to April, asking:

"Who's Splinter?"

"Their father and sensei. He's a rat."

"Oh! Of course...," added Vee as if it was normal, although intrigued.

They arrived to a workstation, many screens assembled to create a sort of digital alcove. Vee was instantly charmed, getting past her friend so she could get closer to the setup and admire it.

"Holy shit! Now that's a nice setup," she recognized, hands on her hips and looking up the screens.

"Finally, someone recognizes my creation," added Donnie, amused.

She turned to him.

"… Did you build all that by yourself? I mean … that's impressive! Is it only one computer? Or the machine must be a beast in order to support all those screens! And it must be quite the challenge to organize the desktop to spread on such a dome-like setup. What OS are you using? Windows? Linux? I hope it's not Apple, that stuff is a nightmare.-"

She stopped herself, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Oh, uhm, sorry I'm asking a lot of questions."

Man, Donnie's heart was suddenly beating fast...

"Please, don't apologize, you're probably the first person ever to be curious about my stuff!"

"Nerds alert," poked in Mikey.

That brought some laughs from the others, Donnie and Vee shyly smiling. The tall terrapin then moved to his computer, trying to shake away the feeling as he brought the files up.

"Do you want to give it a first listen and see what's up?" he asked the woman, trying to ignore the others behind.

"Yes, please," answered Vee, coming closer and wanting to get on the task at hand.

As the terrapin started the recording, the group was then silent, Vee frowning as she focused. The voices were surprisingly clear and the recording of a good quality. As a first listen, she did grasp that some arrangements were being made regarding a certain formula and two animals?

"Un loup et une tortue alligator?" she voiced outloud, puzzled.

"What's that, you got something?" asked April.

Vee's brows were still furrowed, pondering for a moment as she paused the recording. She looked back at Donatello.

"There's a lot of information being given in this. Can I borrow some stuff to help me out; headphones, and uh-" she glanced at his keyboard. "A smaller keyboard so I can type it out and make better sense of it."

"Of course," he answered, already on the move to gather the equipment.

Vee turned to the others, sighing.

"This might take a little while," she announced. "If I caught things correctly, they're talking about a formula – something to be injected, and two specific animals. I'll need to relisten a couple of times to better pinpoint what's going on."

"Why do I have the feeling it might be about that damn purple ooze," added Leo, looking at his brothers.

"If that's true," said Donnie, the requested items in his hands as he was back. "That would mean we'd probably have a lead about Stockman's whereabouts."

"Let's not jump to conclusions yet," said April.

As the terrapin finished setting the items up, he handed the headphones to Vee, then moving his chair around in order to offer it to her. Vee thanked him, taking place. She gave one last glance to the group before holding the headphones close to her ears.

"No need to wait for me, I'll call you guys when I'll be done with this. Hopefully it won't take too long."

***

Donnie had decided to stay closeby, in case she'd ever request for some assistance or any other item. He was standing and leaning against the desk opposite of the one Vee was sitting at, absent-mindedly browsing his phone. To be frank, he spent more time observing her, somehow entranced by the way she was working. She was a fast typer. She barely had to look at the keyboard as her fingers flew across the keys. At some points she'd be mumbling in French to herself, continuing to type. The terrapin did not notice his younger brother, Mikey, sliding in next to him, smiling as he said in a low, cheerful tone: ""Diiiiibs~"

"Oh for crying out loud," complained Donnie in a similar hushed tone.

"What? She looks cute and seems like a complete badass! Look at her being a freakin' pro hacker level typer."

"Sure, 'cause you know about hacking," half-smiled the purple banded one.

"All I'm saying, we rarely get any other ladies in here. Let me have a chance!"

"Whatever, man, I didn't say a thing," sighed Donnie, going back to his phone.

His brother slipped away, smirking. Finally alone again, the turtle's eyes did wander back to Vee's form. She was quite nice looking indeed. Her dark teal green hair were an uncommon choice, yet did communicate her carefree nature. Her overall look was more of a classic chic nature, yet dressing comfortably. Plus her large black frame glasses seemed to compliment her pale eyes perfectly – were they green? Also he had noticed her tattoos, especially the ones at her right hand, at her inner left forearm, and some hidden ones at her upper left chest and her wrists. She seemed like quite the interesting character, indeed... His attention snapped as he noticed the woman removing the headphones, a slight sigh of relief leaving her. Donnie brought a stool and installed it next to her, sitting by her side.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked.

"I finished writing up the whole dialogue down, in French," she answered, vaguely gesturing the screen. "It allowed me to get a better grasp of what was going on. Seems like my first observations were right; there were talks of a formula, an injection. They're planning on grabbing a wolf and an alligator snapping turtle for some sort of tests. They mentionned mutations along the way, something about what would be the results for an injection in animal subjects, rather than humans?"

"Leo was right then, it's related to the purple ooze..."

"What's that?"

"That's quite the long subject, but to summarize; it's a substance that has mutation properties. For humans, it turns them into part animal, part humanoid beings. The first incidence of that was Bebop and Rocksteady, two criminals that respectively got turned into a warthog and a rhinoceros."

"Damn, okay," commented Vee, surprised. "So what would be the results on animal subjects? Any thoughts?"

Donnie shrugged.

"Either they become fully human, or they go through different mutations – that is if the original formula is not altered. … Were there any talks about that?"

"Not really," answered the woman. "The discussion was pretty much centered around those animals. Were you able to record more of those conversations?"

"Actually, yes," said the turtle, grabbing the mouse and opening a folder on his computer. "I was able to get three more recently. But there's no need to go over them tonight... My brothers and I first wanted to know if things would go well tonight, and frankly I think it has been a success!"

"If you guys want me to come back to continue the work, I wouldn't mind."

"That'd be great!" smiled the terrapin, looking at the woman.

Yeah, she has green eyes. Vee was smiling softly as well, her chin resting on raised closed knuckles.

"… I still can't believe it somehow," she started, pensive. "This whole evening is just so weird right now, yet I know it's real. … I'm just so amazed."

"Amazed by my good looks?" suddenly came in Mikey as he got closer to Vee's position, taking support at the top back of her chair.

Vee chuckled while Donnie let out a quiet sigh.

"Amazed by all your looks," answered Vee. "I feel like I could ask so many questions right now, but I'll keep that for another time."

"We could definitely arrange a night of 20 questions," added the orange one with a playful look and a wink.

"Sure, why not!" laughed the woman.

((TO BE CONTINUED))

#just the two of us fic #it's-a-moi #this fic is probably gonna be more personal and close to my heart 💜#don't worry I know I have 54763748655 other drafts as well #but right now this is my brainrot and I'll do what I want weheheheheh #might start posting it on Ao3 once I have more chapters in

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conduitandconjurer · 2 years

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Hi Klaus! How did it feel to learn you are immortal?

Klaus's eyelashes flutter, in the face of a question that chips away so comprehensively at his reason to exist. He inhales, and then hesitates. Green bottle-glass eyes--ironically the mossiest, most verdant, most life-evincing of all colors on earth--grow distant with contemplation. It's the best way he knows how to cope with fear, or rage, or grief: distance. Flight. Numbness.

Eventually, that high, reedy, naturally tremulous voice ventures out audibly.

"...I think....it. Felt bad and good."

A hand--branded in "goodbye"-- travels to his chest. Then the other, branded in "hello." Two poles on the existential plane, but both intimately entwined with who he is, and what he can do. Fingertips rub the now-unblemished place dead center of his chest, where Stan's lance accidentally impaled him. He wanders backward in memory, and visualizes himself in front of that mirror in Obsidian's hotel room. Horrified, awed: smiling.

"Because....I've never really wanted to just be the guy who talks to the dead. And knowing how many times I've been one of them...and it didn't stick...it was good...it meant I'd made mortality my bitch, right? Like wahoo, I found the ultimate cheat code, who could stop me now? I had more value, more...power, than any of my siblings, than my father, ever gave me credit for. But....I didn't really....want...? To make anything or anyone my bitch. I just wanted to feel safe. And. Have room to stretch. Like, metaphorically. I wanted to knit, an' marry my brother and his new girlfriend, an' make friends from enemies, an' be the fun uncle, an' have a reason to be alive that was just mine an' nobody else's, an'....know my own mom well enough that I could be sure I had real value. And maybe be like her someday. I mean, seriously. What contradicts death more than motherhood, after all? I have her eyes. I can start there, yeah....?"

And the moment he knew it, he realizes, wasn't the moment he first learned of his immortality. It wasn't even all the times he got struck by cars, Reginald's latest act of masturbatory empiricism. It wasn't all those times he felt his tissue, bones and muscles and organs rupture, splattered on the unfeeling windshield of some stranger's semi, or Prius, or ice cream truck, or cab. It wasn't even in the cemetery, when he became a radiant human angler fish hook to a thousand ghosts, incinerating them on contact.

No, it was in the White Buffalo Room. It was when he chose to use the very ability that's traumatized him since birth, to defy another person's plan for his existence.

His hands travel a little lower, absently, to that second experience of brutal impalement.

"I died hoisted up on a pike like some kind of crucified agnostic Jesus....watching the universe become Nothing. And I don't mean...like...'hey something used to be here, and we can feel that, like an eulogy fer existence.' I mean NOTHING. I mean like, palpable absence, like never-had-been. Oblivion. Like the name of the place we all went next. I watched that and I knew I had to let Death temporarily define me, so that I could escape it. So that I could have a chance to be....more than friggen' ...Persephone. And. I. Think it was hard to face that I'd found my calling. I didn't even want to resuscitate.

"Cause. I'd finally figured out who I wanted to be, independent of my family an' my addiction an' my self-thwarting downward spiral....and there was nothing to go back to, no life to have. It was all Absent. It seemed so goddamn bitterly unfair. But I got over it pretty fast. So I could help my brother say goodbye to someone. So I could hold the door open and help grief find resolution. Y'know? Like I never got, with Dave. If I lived no matter what, I could make sure no one else ever felt as shitty and alone as me. And that's kinda where I've landed, with all this. That's how I feel, now."

"Prob'ly sounds surprisingly ....cheesy, to you, but. Uh. 'Walk around in my shoes fer a bit,' and all that jazz."

#ic #headcanons #meta #Klaus Hargreeves

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whythinktoomuch · 3 years

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So, ridiculously enough, I do have a workout advice tag, where I've answered a few questions or shared the occasional tip n' such, which is funny considering how deeply unqualified I am to do such things.

But—who knows—ask me again in a few months, because mayhaps I'll be a bit more knowledgable by then! Or—who even knows!—ask me again like seven (7) months from now, because may-flipping-haps, I'll be much more knowledgable & even somewhat qualified at a more official capacity 🥰

#*fish voice* wahoo!!!#talky talky

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 2 years

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Deep Sea Fishing with Jimmy

Featuring legendary former Dallas Cowboys coach Jimmy Johnson

A few weeks ago, I was one of two guys who won a fishing trip with Two-time Super Bowl-winning coach Jimmy Johnson of the Dallas Cowboys. Apparently, the other had to drop out because of an emergency, so it'll be just me and the coach. Which was fine by me. After our greeting, Jimmy and I headed out to sea on his black, diesel-powered SeaVees, named Three Rings, for his two Super Bowl wins with the Dallas Cowboys and national championship with the University of Miami in the Orange Bowl.

We traveled out for miles on calm, pristine Atlantic Ocean, for about 3 hours at full steam and arrived smack dab in the middle of nowhere. The agile 78-year-old puts the boat on autopilot and deftly bounces from one rod holder to another, setting up the two-line spread in minutes. We spent the day fishing. Relaxing. Catching chasing big mahi and wahoo. I can't remember the smile ever leaving my face the entire day.

The day past, pleasantly uneventful and I lost all track of time. My focus was not on the fishing, but on Jimmy, sitting on an up-turned 5 gallon bucket opposite me along the port side of the boat. Jimmy was about 5'8" with a nice, mature physique. He shirtless wearing just blue swim trunks. We faced each other, hanging our lines over the same side of the boat, each sitting on our bucket seat. From time to time, he gives me this glance and when I look at his eyes, he'd look away. Then after the look, he'd grab his cock through his shorts. Then after the 2nd or 3rd “touching” I saw that his cock was poking his shorts. I couldn't look away.

"Do you want it?" was the question he asked a couple of times, before I realize I haven't heard him the first couple of times he asked me that.

"Um… yeah?!" was all I could say.

"This is what I really want." I said, getting down between his legs.

"Whatever you want." Jimmy said as he cocked his head, grinned while pulling his shorts down.

He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs wide and watched me lust over his horny, grand daddy body. I put on my most sincere face and thanked him while my hands slid up his thighs, inching my hands to his crotch and a pretty decent cock. It was about 6 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. I slipped my lips over his manhood and went to work. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him. A content, satisfied smile appear on his face as I continued to suck him, gently, firmly, in awe of the burly old sea dog sitting spread eagle before me.

My hands went to caress his balls as I continued my oral assault on him. I sucked him off for everything it was worth. I slipped my hands under his ass so I could take him deeper, letting his cock hit the back of my throat a couple times. I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so I could catch my breathe, slapping his cock against my lips and then my tongue. I bobbed down again to suck and stroke his thick cock. The smell of the sea, musk and sex filled my senses and it was intoxicating. I was going to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more.

"Let daddy fuck those hot lips," Jimmy said suddenly, in a low, husky tone before standing up, grabbing me behind the head with his huge, weathered hands. Then he was suddenly pulling my face toward his crotch and forcing his dick down my throat.

“Take it. You wanted it. Now take my cock!” He said in an almost angry voice. He held my face to his crotch until I gagged before he pulled my head back. Then he started moving my mouth up and down his thick dick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking his wife’s pussy. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as the old man repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out.

My jaw was fully extended. I could hardly take any more, and thankfully he was careful not to hurt me as he began to pump his cock into my mouth. However, in a few minutes it was an all out skull fuck, and I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pumped his hips and held my head in position. His thrusts became faster and perfectly rhythmical, mechanical, instinctual. I sucked harder on his cock and seconds later I heard the build up of a deep, guttural groan from somewhere deep inside him.

“Damn, this is hot!” Two-time Super Bowl champion called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. “Get ready. I’m going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!”

An eruption of cum filled my throat and I sucked and swallowed my reward, feeling his load slide, hot and salty, down the back of my tongue. I pressed my knuckles up under his balls and felt the flex of the ejaculation against my fingers. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began pounding it with his hand, stroking another two shots of hot, clear jets of cum into my open mouth. I swallowed his slimy, hot seed with pride and would have proudly taken more.

"Clean it up." He commanded and leaned over my mouth.

I continued to suck his tool, clenching his ball sack like the base of a lollipop, guiding his cock toward my mouth, slurping on it until the hardness subsided to half its glory.

"How was it?" I asked.

"It was perfect," Jimmy said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face.

I quickly hopped to my feet, I unzipped my shorts and pulled my own dick out. And started jacking my 7" thick cock in front of him. I swear I almost enjoy him watching me play with myself as I did sucking him off.

“You got some cock on you.” Jimmy finally acknowledged. And as he watched me jacking off he squatted on the floor before me.

Then Jimmy surprised me by reaching out and closing his hand around my rock hard dick. Now that was a special moment as his callused hand felt wonderful wrapped around my dick. Then he started jacking me off. I looked down at his handsome face, his perfect hair, shining in the afternoon sun before reaching out and running my hand over his cheek and chin, prickly with a days growth of silver whisker stubble. He wanked harder on my cock until I felt the juices well up in my loins.

"Oh Jimmy.... Oh daddy, here it cums," I moaned.

"Shot it boy." Jimmy said and he leaned closer below me.

My load flew towards his face, he blinked as the first spurt landed along the side of his nose, followed by two more direct hits into his mouth, spraying his out stretched tongue with my white seed. In seconds I was done. I reached down with a finger and wiped the cum from the side of his nose. He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his mouth and he sucked my cum drenched finger like a pacifier, swallowing and sucking until it was clean.

"Ummm," He said. "Now we're even."

"Oh yeah? That was nothing compared to your big, hot load. Jesus, you're like a fire hose. A real gusher."

"So are you satisfied?" Jimmy asked.

"Very. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm feeling great!" Jimmy said, standing up.

"But it ain’t over till it's over." He said as he shot me a wink and a smile before sending out two more lures on the outriggers, jumps back to the helm to adjust the boat’s speed and finally settles down on the cooler with a Heineken Light.

What could possibly top that?

#Deep Sea Fishing with Jimmy #Jimmy Johnson #football coach #fan fiction #nfl football coach

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kiyoominous · 2 years

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the librarian's love letters

mondstadt's library is always quiet, lisa has always made it her personal duty to ensure that. the corridors and aisles today are still, save for the rustling of paper from the librarian's desk.

"oh my, these are an awful lot of love letters." lisa whispers, "and when were these so kindly dropped off?"

"this morning." a quiet voice replies. lisa lets out a gentle hum which echos alongside shuffling paper.

"i wonder if the mailman fell asleep while he delivered this today." nervous giggles follow her remark.

through some astronomical calamity, lisa and hikari have found a mountain of love letters delivered to mondstadt library! oh whatever shall they do...

first off, thank you so much for 200 followers! wahoo! it means a lot that you guys are reading my writing because that means it doesn't suck! time to do another event heheheh

now for this event, i'm going to be writing love letters! there will be a select list of things you can choose to customise your letter! these are going to be sfw only.

the event will be running from 9pm on feb 18th to 9pm on feb 25th. this will be in aest time.

first, please tell me who you'd like a letter from! i write for genshin impact and haikyuu so those are your options.

you will have a choice of a letter, which will be a traditional one piece, and sticky notes, which will be a collection of short notes.

there are different inks you can choose from, which will determine what type of letter this will be. you can only choose one:

blue: i miss you letter pink: confession letter red: good old love letter purple: break up letter yellow: thank you letter green: words of encouragement black: words of hatred

along with inks, there will also be stickers! these will be tropes that you can attach to your letter and you can have up to five:

heart: fluff star: angst bubble: comfort dog: modern times cat: teyvat times bunny: high schoolers hamster: college goers fish: office workers bird: royalty mouse: at a coffee shop rose: married lavender: long distance sunflower: childhood friends daffodil: best friends violet: roommates dandelion: strangers lily: star-crossed lovers iris: enemies washi tape: letter i hid under my bed scotch tape: the one who got away

and finally, you will have a choice of a wax seal, which will be a romantic letter, or not, which will be a platonic letter.

here's an example of how you'd ask for a love letter:

"hi, could i get sticky notes from albedo? i'd like it written in pink ink with a heart, dog, sunflower, washi tape and a wax seal please."

if there is a type of letter or a trope you'd like that isn't on the list, feel free to list it! i'd prefer to stick with the list but if you'd really like it, i'd be alright to write it.

thank you again for 200 and i’m excited to see what you guys start requesting!

#genshin impact #gi #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact event #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin one shot #genshin love letters #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu event #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu love letters #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #the librarian's love letters!!

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thenoctambulist · 4 years

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Things I love about Good Omens

The little voice Crowley does when he mocks something (CeLEstIaL hArMOniEs)

Crowley yelling “GROW BETTAH” and “ETERNITAYY”

Crowley trying to prounounce “bouillabaisse” while drunk (bou- bow- bouya- FISH STEW)

Tbh everything Crowley says when he’s drunk (brains the size of- damn big brains.... wHat’rE tHeY pUtTinG iN bANaNas)

Crowley hopping on consencrated ground

“Can I hear a wahoo?”

“That went down like a lead ballon”

The fact that Crowley invented selfies

Crowley’s demonic miracles

Crowley keeping extra pairs of sunglasses in his car

Crowley and his ass full of sass waving at the police in his flaming Bentley

Crowley calling Aziraphale “angel”

Crowley

#good omens tv #good omens amazon #crawley #crowley #what i love #good omens #neil gaiman #amazon prime #demon #bouillabaisse #damn big brains #aziraphale #ineffable husbands

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Good Omens one-shot - “Crowley’s Cheeky Christmas Holiday” (Rated NC17)

Summary: Aziraphale is not too thrilled with the plans Crowley has made for their first real holiday. But after a little interactive explanation, Aziraphale is more than onboard. (1346 words)

Warning for fluffy, naked canoodling and then wam! Sexual content xD

Read on AO3.

"Ho-ho-ho!" Crowley chuckles, practically skipping his way through the master bedroom.

"Hmm. Someone seems awfully proud of themselves," Aziraphale notes dryly.

“I am, angel. I am."

"Please. Elaborate. Don't keep me in suspense."

"All right. I just confirmed our flight for tomorrow,” Crowley announces, slipping off his robe to join his husband reading in bed. “Flight 344, leaving promptly at noon.” He claps his hands, beyond thrilled that they’re finally going on their first official holiday as husbands (aside from their honeymoon, which, to Crowley, belongs in a separate category). “So, tell me, angel - are you excited to see Verwöhnhotel Kristall?”

“I suppose,” Aziraphale says, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as he turns to the next page, less than enthused.

“You suppose?” Crowley cocks a thin brow at him. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind? You just want to stay at home with your books and read? We decided that we would travel now that we’re both gainfully unemployed! We made that decision together!”

“It’s not that, my dear,” Aziraphale assures him with eyes still firmly planted on his book. “It’s just that I’ve been to Austria.”

“We’ve been to everywhere, angel. There’s no avoiding going somewhere again.”

“Austria is a hop, skip, and a jump from here. Spending our Christmas holiday there …" Another sigh "... we might as well find a hotel down the road and book a room.”

Crowley stares at Aziraphale, lost for a response. But then he snickers madly. Aziraphale finally lifts his eyes from his page.

“What? What did I say that’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Crowley waves his laughter away. “You're being such a snob about this. I adore it.”

Aziraphale gasps. “I am not! I simply thought that if we are going on a holiday over Christmas, a traditionally cold and bleary time, that we could perhaps visit somewhere warm and sunny.”

“I’m sure the sun is going to make an appearance while we’re in Austria. The damned thing isn’t going anywhere ... yet.”

Aziraphale rolls his eyes at how thoroughly his husband missed the point. “It’s still going to be cold. Tremendously cold.”

“You have a coat and scarf. It’s going to be brilliant, Aziraphale!" Crowley declares in response to his husband's huff. "I have it all planned out. Could you please trust me?”

"Trust you? Since you haven’t divulged any of your plans, I maintain my right to judge.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, but alrighty then. Have it your way.” Instead of sliding under the comforter with Aziraphale, Crowley pulls it off Aziraphale’s legs with a dramatic flourish.

Aziraphale gapes at him. “What on Earth are you doing!?”

“Since you’re so eager to judge, I’m going to go over our travel plans with you.”

“And you took off the covers why? To simulate the frigid temperatures?”

“Haha, no. I need you to lay flat on your stomach.”

The incredulity on Aziraphale's face grows to epic proportions. “Whatever for?”

“It’s sort of a presentation. You’ll understand once we get started.”

Aziraphale sets his book aside with a third, heavier sigh and complies. “Will you be requiring a wahoo afterward?”

“I might,” Crowley snaps, impatiently returning his husband’s snark with more snark. Because of that, Aziraphale takes his sweet time settling onto his stomach on the bed, dragging a pillow with him to rest his crossed arms upon, and then his chin.

“All right. I am in the proper position, I trust.”

“Yes, but you’re a wee bit overdressed.” Crowley raises a hand to Aziraphale’s view. “Do you mind?”

“Do you mean to undress me?”

“Yes.”

“Is this absolutely necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Go ahead.”

“Wonderful.” Crowley snaps his fingers, and immediately Aziraphale is naked. He shudders self-consciously at the removal of his clothes but focuses on his husband instead, admittedly curious. “Okay.” Crowley rubs his hands together, warming them up before he begins. “First, I am taking you ice skating …”

“What a visionary,” Aziraphale teases. “We live in London. There are skating rinks a mere bus ride away. Why do we have to travel to Austria to go ice skating when we---?” Aziraphale’s voice cuts out when he feels his husband’s fingertips play over his shoulders, sliding in unison, mimicking the movements of two people skating. “O-oh ...” Aziraphale shivers beneath Crowley’s gentle touch. “This is an interactive presentation.”

“A-ha.”

“I see. What else is on your itinerary?”

“Skiing.”

Aziraphale wiggles as Crowley’s fingers slide down the slope of his spine, slaloming from flank to flank before launching off the end of his tailbone.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Aziraphale says. “I can see the appeal. Anything else?”

“Snowboarding.”

Aziraphale snorts. “Right---eee!” He squeals when one of Crowley’s phalange snowboarders glides over a particularly ticklish spot on his back. “Since when have you wanted to go snowboarding?”

“Not until recently. I figure, after everything we’ve been through over the past few centuries, now is the perfect time to try something new. What d'you think?”

“Have you not known me for 6000 years? I am not an angel made for snowboarding.”

“Why not?” Crowley pouts, sending his snowboarders up Aziraphale’s back for the return trip. “Don’t angels Segway around Heaven?”

“Not me. Not once.”

“Aren’t you in the mood for an adventure?”

“If by adventure you mean eat at a new experimental fusion restaurant, then yes. I am definitely in the mood. But trusting life and limb to a thin plank of wood whilst careening down an icy hill at a hundred miles per hour, then no. I am in no mood for adventure.”

“But you’ll go skiing?”

“Yes.”

“How is that different?”

“First off, I have been skiing before. Cross-country mainly.”

“Skis are technically thin planks of wood.”

“Yes, but they give you two - one for each foot. So, it’s much more like skating. Even more like walking if you’re traveling straight along.”

“I see your point.” Crowley stops one snowboarder on Aziraphale’s right shoulder while the other tumbles to the mattress like he’s falling from a cliff.

“Crowley! How could you?” Aziraphale cries in mock horror, staring at the pair of fingers he assumes represent him lying unconscious in the snow. “You didn’t even try to stop me!”

“I did, angel. I could only save one of us, so I made the ultimate sacrifice.”

“That’s very noble of you,” Aziraphale says with a solemn sniff. “What's next? I mean, after I fetch a strapping young gentleman to fish you out of the snow and I miracle your broken legs back together.”

“Funny. You’re very funny.” Crowley crawls down the bed, straddles Aziraphale’s legs. “After all that physical exertion, we’ll want to get some lunch.”

“Sounds logical.” Aziraphale closes his eyes when Crowley’s lips brush the knobs of his spine, laying a trail of kisses along the curve of his back. “Mmm … my vote is for crepes smothered in loganberries and fresh cream.”

“I thought you might,” Crowley murmurs.

“Did you have something specific in mind?”

“Dunno. Thought maybe we could grab some ice cream,” Crowley mumbles, massaging Aziraphale’s arse, kneading with firm hands, and admiring the view.

“Ice cream?” Aziraphale scoffs. “In winter? Why would you want to eat freezing cold ice cream surrounded by all that snow---oh! My … goodness!” He yelps when Crowley’s hands part his cheeks, and a silky hot tongue begins lapping at his hole. “Yes! Yes, I see! Ice cream! Ice cream does sound fabulous, come to think of it! We can eat as much ice cream as you want!”

“So …” Crowley pauses to talk, toying with Aziraphale’s entrance with swipes of his tongue and barely-there kisses between words “… how are you … feeling about … Austria now?”

“I …” Aziraphale’s breath catches when Crowley’s tongue interrupts him, slowly circling, weeding its way inside. “I think … this may turn out to be … the best holiday … ever!”

“Can I get a wahoo?” Crowley says, then nothing else as he fucks his husband with his tongue.

“Uh … uh …” Aziraphale swallows hard, melting into the chilly sheets beneath him. “Wahoo …”

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley

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starrose17 · 5 years

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Rose u r killing me with those titanic au tags like where do I sacrifice my soul for that fic

NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ASDJFAKJSDF!!! I have so much story for this plot I spent 4 hours after i woke up yesterday not moving from my bed and just playing out everything in my head! Like the whole film start to finish.

Like, for a start, so we can keep the angel nickname, the “rich” are known as angels and the “poor” are known as demons. Aziraphale is travelling to the US with Gabriel who he’s being forced to marry to save his highly uncaring family from turning to demons. He knows they don’t care for his feelings but he’s good and kind will do it even if he is the outsider of the family, never acting as “angel” as they want him to.

He’s up on the top deck looking back at England far off in the distant, letting out a very depressed sigh, when a flash of red catches his eye and he looks down to the lower deck to see what was obviously a demon in that get up, sauntering around through the crowds, his red hair catching in the sunlight. His heart beat skips, and suddenly Gabriel is at his side, taking his arm and forcibly moving him back inside, something about there being a gym on board that he wanted Aziraphale to go to why they’re here to get him to lose the gut, and Aziraphale takes one panicked glance back at the demon who is looking up at him, before he’s pulled too far away and looses sight.

Days later, Crowley is lounging around on a deck chair in the middle of the night, staring up at the clear starry sky, wondering about that sweet faced angel he saw, when suddenly hurried footsteps rush past behind him along with terrified upset muttering. He swings around on the chair and looks behind him, to see that same angel hurriedly walking past towards the back of the ship. It takes him a few seconds to decide but he gets up and follows him. When he catches up the angel is standing the other side of railings, holding on to them behind him and leaning right over the edge of the ship.

Crowley asks probably too angrily than it should sound what the hell the angel thinks he’s doing. Aziraphale whips his head to the side to see the demon he spotted days ago standing against the rails and glaring at him. He begins to stutter, panicking, telling him to please go away, but the tears down his face only make Crowley go closer, and suddenly he’s standing right next to him, albeit on the right side of the railing.

“You really don’t want to jump into that water.”

Despite his distraught state Aziraphale couldn’t help but scoff. “I don’t believe you know what I want, dear.” Crowley raises his eyebrows at the term but says nothing more, “Please,” Aziraphale begs him, “P-please I can’t do this anymore, I can’t I...I get escape it. I can’t say no, and I can’t be who they want, I feel like....like I’m falling, so I might as well just fall.”

“You can’t fall, angel.”

Crowley then begins to remove his boots, and his jacket, and suddenly Aziraphale tears have stopped and he does a double take as he watches this demon undress right next to him.

“What in heavens name are you-”

“Because if you fall, I do, cos I’m not going to be able to live with myself if I just watch you go knowing I couldn’t stop you.”

He starts climbing over the other side of the rail, and Azirpahale is just stuttering wildly, “B-but you can’t, what on earth you’re...you are crazy get back immediately!”

“I don’t really wanna jump in there.” he points down to the blackness of the night ocean, the churned trail of the turbines trailing off into the dark distance. “I mean I love the ocean, full of fish, dolphins, maybe a kracken or two, but that is barely above freezing down there and IF I even survived the fall I don’t fancy freezing to death, because that’s gonna feel like a thousands knifes stabbing you all over when you hit that water, and that’s not really how I was planning to go.”

Aziraphale has paled by this point, he had been staring at the crazy demon but now took one very fretful look down to the water.

“...a thousand knifes, you say.”

“Yeah, so, you know...come back over the rails? Dying wasn’t on my to-do-list today. You don’t really want to kill me right?”

Azirphale looked offended, “I’ve never killed anything in my life!”

Crowley just raises his eyebrows at him and nods back towards the deck.

“Oh alright.” Aziraphale gives in, and as Crowley turns with one swift movement and hops back over onto the deck, Aziraphale slips as he turns. He cries out, flailing to grab onto the rail when he feels the strong grasp of the demon grab his arm just before he falls out of reach.

“Hold on!!!”

“Help me!! Oh heavens no I don’t want to die I don’t I’m sorry!”

It’s an effort to haul him back up, but he does, and the two collapse onto the deck, panting. They lay there staring up at the stars.

"Thank you...” Aziraphale says after a short silence, and Crowley props himself up on one elbow to look down at him.

“Crowley.” he says, a sly little curl to his lips.

Aziraphale presses his lips together in a small shy smile of his own, glancing away then and quickly back to him again. The demons eyes look golden in the moonlight.

“I’m Aziraphale.”

Crowley’s smile made his heart flutter. The night sea air was brushing through Crowleys red locks, and Aziraphale could do nothing but stare up at him, a wonderful silent moment growing exponentially between them as the distance between them was suddenly growing less... and was also suddenly interrupted by the voice of Gabriel and several other officers running up to them.

Aziraphale sits up so fast he head buts crowley in the forehead, who goes sprawling out onto the deck.

“Gabriel!! Oh, oh yes thank goodness it’s you yes I was just...I was taking a walk when a-a...a sudden gust of strong wind nearly blew me right off the ship, yes, yes if it wasn’t for this...this very quick-thinking demon here I would have fallen and-and be gone.”

Crowley had to admit, he was impressed with the quick lies, very un-angel like indeed, and slowly got back to his feet rubbing his forehead.

“You?” Gabriel stated with an amused snicker, pointing a Aziraphale, “It’s going to take more than wind to blow you off the ship now isn’t it.” he states, pointing his finger up and down Aziraphales body, and Aziraphale just clears his throat and looks anywhere but at his husband-to-be.

Crowley is fuming.

“And you,” Gabriel now turns his comments to Crowley, “Funny how if he fell so suddenly that you were able to first take off both your boots and jacket huh?”

Crowley glowers at him, “Like he said, I’m quick.”

“Hmph,” Gabriel sasses him, before one of the angels behind him whispers something in his ear, and Gabriel smiles widely. “Yes of course where are my manners, you have saved my fiance, I insist you come to dinner with us tomorrow night at 8. Dress for the occasion, if it’s possible.” he looks Crowley up and down, taking in the skin tight frayed black trousers and the half open necked shirt, “Best not to dress like a slut for a dinner eh?”

Gabriel turns to the angel behind him as they walk away, “This should be entertaining.” he whispers, grinning, before shouting behind him, “Come on Aziraphale!”

“Oh, y-yes.” he bumbles, hands fidgeting in front of him, before taking one guilty look back at Crowley and hurrying on after the angels.

Crowley watches him go, suddenly understanding why the angel was trying to jump off the back of the ship.

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Alright, I am so gonna turn this into a proper fic, cos like the other ideas I have omg, like the dancing scene in the bowels of the ship, Azirpahale gets all the demons doing the gavotte and Crowley is both mortified and embarrassed and utterly adoring in love all at the same time. And of course as part of the dance at the end Aziraphale must kiss them, but its all pecks on the cheeks, all the demons totally loving this un-angel like angel, but when it comes to Crowley there’s a short, blush filled pause, before Crowley just slips his hands through those platinum curls and kisses him so deeply and the demons are WAHOOING and Aziraphale is just completely melting never being treated so wonderfully in his life.

I have so much more.

Including of course, fucking for the first time in the Bentley. Like the same scene almost word for the word from the movie, Crowley is treating Aziraphale like the angel he is, opening the door for him, they both can’t stop grinning, Crowley jumps in the front pretending to drive “Where to sir?” and Aziraphale, in a suddenly surge of confidence, just wraps his arms around Crowleys neck from behind saying, “To the stars.” because Crowley loves the stars, and then just pulls him into the backseat with him, all overly exited and flustered at how this demon makes him feel.

SO! MUCH! MORE!

People would read this yes???

EDIT: Oh yes, and of course Crowley would survive in this AU. It’s Good Omens! Happy endings only!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #Anonymous

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recurring-polynya · 5 years

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In my long tradition of immediately making myself into a liar, here’s your stupid RenRuki Hogwarts AU drabble. The trick is that this started out in my head as a fan art and then I remembered that time I tried to draw one of Hitsugaya’s ice dragons. But I did it! I’m so proud of myself!

Me: At least you got it out of your system.

My brain: What if Hufflepuff Renji got his tattoos as a curse?!

Me: $#@&(

ENOUGH! Here goes:

"Hey! Hey, Rukia! Guess what!"

Rukia didn't bother to look up from her task as a head with a spiky red ponytail popped in through her window.

"The wyverns have fledged?"

"THE WYVERNS HAVE FLEDGED! How did you guess?"

Weren't Gryffindors supposed to be the loud ones? The yellow-and-black tie that was, today, knotted around Renji's forehead suggested otherwise.

"For starters, you mentioned this morning that you thought it would be soon, and you're rarely wrong about these things. Secondly, we're on the thirty-third story of a tower generally considered to be unscalable, even for you, Mr. Far-Too-Much-Arms-and-Legs."

"You aren't supposed to be mixing up potions in the dorms," Renji pointed out matter-of-factly.

No, no sorting mistakes here. Renji was reliable. Strong. Trusting, to a fault. Would never rat her out, not in a million years. Not too bad to look at, either, if you were into broad shoulders and big grins and that sort of nonsense.

Some of the other Ravenclaws looked down on Rukia for associating with Hufflepuffs, but that's because they didn't appreciate the value of field expeditions. Or, for that matter, friends.

"Since when do you care about what we are and aren't supposed to be doing? I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be riding juvenile wyverns around school grounds, and yet, what is it I see here?"

What she saw had two wickedly clawed feet that were currently gripping her window ledge, two huge leathery wings, between which her best friend was sitting, and a mouth full of sharp, glistening teeth, each as long as her index finger.

"His name is Scout."

"Of course it is. Does he spit acid, as you suspected?"

"Uhhh, more like drools it. It's not terribly strong, only partially melted through my Quidditch gauntlet."

"Better that than your hand!"

"I dunno. Infirmary's free. Quidditch gear is expensive. And he didn't mean to, didja, boy? Who's a good wyvern? It's Scout!"

Rukia spared a glance out the window to see the two-legged dragonet wiggling happily in response to her pal's enthusiastic neck scratching. Ugh, he really was disgustingly adorable when he had some scaly monstrosity in his thrall.

"In any case, that's double good news. It means I won my bet with Ishida, and I get to test out this Potion of Acid Resistance. Toss me your other gauntlet."

Rukia swept her flask out of the way just as the leather glove sailed across her workbench. "Okay, cross your fingers!" She tipped the pale purple potion onto the gauntlet. There was a low-pitched whistle and a puff of smoke... and then it looked exactly the same as it always did.

Renji raised his eyebrows hopefully.

Rukia picked up the gauntlet. "Scout! Hey, boy! Fetch!" She hurled the gauntlet out the window, over Renji's shoulder.

"Wahoo!" Renji howled as Scout eagerly spun, folding his wings into a hunting stoop.

Rukia was changing out her lab goggles for her flying goggles when the wyvern reappeared at her window, lazily flapping his wings and holding out the gauntlet eagerly. Rukia retrieved it with a pair of tongs and dropped it onto her workbench with a sizzle. The leather seemed unharmed, aside from some toothmarks, despite the fact that the goo dripping from it was eating through the wood of the table.

"Success!" she announced, and proceeded to dowse her own flying gloves and cloak with the potion.

"Well, here's to science, but you gonna be ready sometime this century? Scout's ready to goooooooo!"

Rukia dumped a bucket of sand over Renji's glove, then fished it out and shook it off, examined it and tossed it back. "You really ought to let me buy you a new pair of those," she remarked, climbing up onto the window frame.

"Accepting gifts from the Seeker of my archrivals? Never!"

He grabbed her outstretched hand and hauled her onto Scout's warm, scaly back. She landed in an awkward position, sidesaddle, her face far too close to Renji's. She barely had a chance to register the cute little embarrassed face he made before he picked her up by her upper arms, turned her around, and settled her very comfortably in front of him, his legs on either side of hers, his broad back acting as a very convenient windbreak. She liked that he never made her ride pillion; she'd never be able to see a thing.

"Here," she said, passing him the last of the Acid-Proofing Potion. "Get your other glove and your cloak."

"Aw, that first glove was just an accident," Renji said encouragingly to his wyvern while he shook out the last dregs of the potion. "Scout would never drool on me on purpose, wouldja, boy?"

Scout made a blood-curdling yodel.

Renji leaned forward, getting a good grip on the place where the wyvern's wing joined onto its back with one hand, and wrapping his other arm around Rukia's midsection. What kind of lunatic rode a newly fledged wyvern bareback, anyway, let alone one-handed?

"Where d'you want to go?" his voice dropped into her ear.

"Everywhere," Rukia replied.

They shot into the sky.

#renruki #my fanfic #bleach hogwarts au #renruki au #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #i love them #don’t worry there will still be fanart #seriuosly tho think about it CURSED TATTOOS

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missblanchette · 5 years

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Hippocratic Oath [3/4]

Series: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Jinguji Jakurai/Kannonzaka Doppo; Hifumi is Best Wingman

Rating: PG for language

Summary: The fact of the matter was that a relationship between a doctor and a patient was unethical. Sooner or later, one of them had to speak up about it. (Or: Jakurai and Doppo work out their Feelings™.)

Words: 3020

Notes: Communication is had and baby steps are made between our boys, wahoo

ko-fi // Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | You can read this on AO3! Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! (*＾▽＾)／

Ch 3: Salary-man’s Session

Doppo was never big on SNS or anything of that sort, but the amount of staring at the screen he'd done this past week was enough to make up for his entire lifetime. In fact, his manager had called him out in front of everyone for slacking off, complaining that "these damn youngin's never take their eyes off their cell phones" (never mind that Doppo had been working through his lunch break). Regardless of how he wanted to die on the spot, he was still alive and stuck in a constant cycle of opening his email or the other apps he had Jakurai on, typing a message, and deleting it; open, type, delete; open, type, delete.

Groaning, Doppo tossed his phone to the side. His laptop laid on the coffee table with his sales reports unfinished and some variety show playing on the TV droned on and on. At least in the office, his boss and coworkers kept him busy by dumping shit on him. Ironic, that after all he'd complained about his job, all he wanted to do now was work. He didn't even have Hifumi here today since he left earlier for his fishing trip. With Jakurai. Something he only remembered because Hifumi had sent him a selfie of the two of them and their catches.

Burying his face in his hands, Doppo sank as far into the sofa as he could, hoping that it would suck him into the void. It did not.

No matter how much Doppo tried to distract himself, his thoughts would always fall back to Jakurai. But in order to cut off any romantic feelings he'd deluded himself into having, he'd have to stop thinking about him. But telling himself to stop thinking about him lead to thinking about him again. And again. And again. And again.

The front door swung open, giving him a small reprieve.

"Doppo! I'm ho~me!"

"Welcome back," Doppo said, voice muffled from behind his hands.

"Doppo-chin, don't tell me you've been sitting on the couch the whole day," Hifumi chided, accompanied by the rustling of his fishing gear.

"Not like I have anything better to do."

"You could've gone fishing with me and Dr. Jakurai!"

Doppo choked on his saliva. "D-Don't be stupid. I don't know how to fish."

"Eh, but didn't you say you wanted to go before?"

"That -- That was before. I changed my mind."

"Aw, don't be like that, Doppo-chin. You could always learn! Y'know, Doc wasn't all that great at first but now he's totes a pro." The zippers on Hifumi's backpack clinked to the beat of his footsteps, the tune ending as he plopped next to him on the couch. Pulling Doppo's hands off his face, Hifumi held onto them. "He could, like, teach you."

Squirming in his grasp, Doppo looked to the floor. "He's got other stuff to do."

"Nah, I think he'd be really happy to show you."

"Drop it," Doppo hissed between his teeth.

"Doppo-chin~" Hifumi drew his name out with a whine. "You really need to be more honest with your feelings."

Doppo squinted at him. "Huh?"

"Why didn't you tell me you and Dr. Jakurai were a thing?"

"What?!" Blood running cold, Doppo's breath caught stuck in his throat. Hifumi grinned, a glint in his eyes. "Where did you -- I never -- Dr. Jinguji, he -- We -- W-We are not a thing!"

"Doc told me what happened and you like him, too, don't you? That makes you guys a thing!"

"I do not like him!"

"Then why are you so upset?"

Doppo gnashed his teeth together, the thoughts he'd been running from rushing back like a tsunami. He tried to tear his grip from Hifumi, but he'd always been the stronger of them.

"I shouldn't like him," Doppo said, barely above a whisper.

"You have every right to like him."

"He's my doctor."

"I mean, isn't there like a kink for that?"

"Oh my God, Hifumi --"

"Well, if you're not into that, find another doctor!"

Recalling Jakurai's confession, Doppo bit his lip. That'd been the exact proposition Jakurai had used to breach the matter. While it sounded like a simple solution, it couldn't be that easy to solve a complex aspect of their relationship. Things were never that simple, Doppo told himself; simple things merely hid bigger problems. Doppo tasted iron on his tongue.

"He's our leader."

"Yeah, and?" Hifumi said, wiping the blood from his lips. "Wouldn't that be cute, two members of the same group dating?! Hey, that'd boost Matenrou's popularity, wouldn't it?"

Or rip them to shreds, Doppo thought, remembering how crazy the women of Chuuoku had been. He shivered as he put that memory away. It'd be better to play it safe rather than act upon his false feelings. No need to worry about upsetting anyone that way, no need to stress about getting into trouble.

"He's... I..."

Ear turned towards him as if his excuses couldn't reach him, Hifumi leaned in. Doppo heaved a sigh, his nostrils flaring as he shut his eyes.

"I'm... I'm not good enough for him!"

A small gasp. Hifumi squeezed his hands and tugged him closer.

"Doppo-chin, that's not true --"

"It is!" Gathering the strength to shove Hifumi off, Doppo backed off to the far side of the sofa and brought his knees to his chest. "I'm fucking desperate, I only like him because he's nice to me. I have nothing to offer him besides my goddamn rap skills and even then those are crap at best. It won't be long until he realizes just how shitty I am and hates me, so why bother?!"

Doppo panted as soon as he finished speaking, all the words spilling out quickly like a rap -- the battle between his heart and his mind, the stage his own self. He'd found solace in Jakurai, but good things rarely lasted. As much as he wanted to be with Jakurai, as much as he wanted to be by Jakurai's side, he'd have to stop anything from happening before what they had could be ruined.

A few seconds passed and Hifumi crawled over to join him, but not too closely. He placed a hand on his shoulder, which Doppo didn't swat away.

"Doppo, Doc cares a lot about you."

"He's a doctor, he's supposed to care for everyone."

"Okay, yeah, but. He's like completely head over heels for you."

Doppo gave him a look.

"He's always telling me to invite you on our fishing trips --"

"He's just being nice."

"-- and he's always asking about you. Y'know, today he kept zoning out because he was thinking about you~"

"I --" Doppo sputtered, the tips of his ears growing warm. "T-That can't be true."

"Oh, but it is~ He told me he lo~ves you and that he doesn't know what to do about it. Can you believe that? Dr. Jakurai not knowing what to do? You've swept him off his feet, Doppo-chin!"

Doppo hid his face behind his knees. "You don't have to say it like that..."

"Yes, I do, because it's true~" Hifumi said as he wrapped an arm around him, rocking the both of them side-to-side. "So, y'see, he likes you just like you like him. And if you both like each other, there's nothing wrong with giving it a shot! No 'but's or 'what if's!" The swaying motion stopped. Then, softly: "It's what you deserve, Doppo-chin."

Letting Hifumi's words sink in, Doppo swallowed hard. It’d been a week, six days to be precise, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Jakurai had actual feelings for him. That being the case, he couldn't accept more than what he was worth -- especially if it meant he'd be dragging down the one whom he cherished; pathetic he may be, but he refused to taint Jakurai as well. Yet, hearing all of Hifumi's counterpoints aloud made him stop and reconsider.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to pursue a relationship. Maybe things wouldn't crumble at his touch. Maybe he and Jakurai could work out. All these "maybe"s but not one definite outcome. Reconciling his heart and his mind was certainly a long way to go.

Doppo inhaled sharply.

"I'm going out," he said as he pulled himself out of Hifumi's hold.

"What? Why?"

"I need a drink." He stepped over Hifumi's fishing rod and rushed to the door.

"There's beer in the fridge."

His shoes were already on. "Fresh air, then."

"Doppo!" Hifumi hung over the couch, throwing something that hit him square in the chest. Yelping, he barely caught it before it dropped to the floor. His cell phone. "Don't stay out too late, okay? Come back safe, because I'm gonna make a super yummy dinner!"

Glancing at his phone then to Hifumi, Doppo nodded. "Sure."

And he was off.

As busy as the streets of Shinjuku were, nobody would bother him and that was exactly how Doppo liked it. He was free to wander as he pleased, listlessly and languidly, letting his feet guide him about the city. By the time he came back to his senses, the sun had dipped behind the skyscrapers and the pack of people had waned down. A quick look at his phone told him he'd been out for about an hour and Hifumi had sent him a message, but it remained unread once he realized where he was.

Shinjuku Central Hospital -- a familiar sight but the last thing he wanted to see. Leaning against the wall, Doppo huffed both out of frustration and exhaustion. He'd blame habit, but he always took the train to get here. Go figure that he'd end up at the one place he associated with Jakurai.

There was nothing for him at the hospital tonight, though, save for a reminder of his current predicament. Still, Doppo couldn’t bring himself to leave. This was very place where he'd met Jakurai so many months ago out of pure chance, the very place where Jakurai had invited him to share all his issues and worries with him, the very place where he'd grown to respect and admire Jakurai.

Absentmindedly, Doppo began hitting his head against the wall. Not enough to seriously injure himself, but enough to create a steady, rhythmic pounding against his thoughts. Every time he began to think that pursuing his desires was okay, the voices in the back of his mind grew louder and louder -- screaming at him, yelling at him, shaming him for what he wanted. Both his heart and his mind fought each other with such intensity that he wondered if it'd be easier to drop dead.

"Doppo-kun?"

His stomach dropped at the sound of that familiar, low voice. Doppo whipped around at breakneck speed, the very man he'd been dreading and hoping to see looking at him with a concerned expression.

"D-Dr. Jinguji?! What are you doing here?" Just as the question left his mouth, Doppo slapped his already numb forehead. "I mean, it being your day off and all..."

"I was called in for an emergency, but I believe I should be asking you the same thing. Oh, your mouth --" Belatedly did Doppo remember he'd bitten his lip to the point of bleeding earlier. Jakurai's fingertips hovered above his lips, and Doppo braced himself for the touch that never came. "Are you all right?" Jakurai asked, pulling his hand away after a moment's hesitation. Doppo's shoulders sagged.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I was... er, I was taking a walk."

"You live quite a ways from here," Jakurai said, amusement in his tone.

"I needed a long walk." A pause. "A really long walk."

"I see. Would you like a drive home?"

"No, you don't have to, I'll --" Doppo patted his pockets, only to realize he'd left his Suica card at home. Dammit. "-- I'll walk back. I need the exercise anyways."

"It’s good to be active, but it’ll get dark soon. I don't mind taking you."

"It's okay, Doctor, sorry for taking up your time. Um, bye."

Without waiting for a response, Doppo hurried along. He came to a standstill, however, as he reached the end of the block and Hifumi's words rang throughout his mind once more. While he'd been avoiding his dilemma, thinking it'd go away eventually, perhaps he needed to take a direct approach instead. Turning, he saw Jakurai standing where he left him.

Technically, Jakurai was still his doctor. Surely one more round of consultation wouldn't hurt. Sheepishly, Doppo jogged back.

"Actually, Dr. Jinguji, can I talk to you about something? As a patient, I mean."

Jakurai raised an eyebrow, but that gave way to the warm smile and gentle gaze that Doppo adored.

"Of course, Doppo-kun. What seems to be the problem?"

An orthodox session for an intricate matter. He'd never had an appointment take place outside of Jakurai's office, or outside the hospital on that fact, nor had one while in his pajamas. Likewise, Jakurai wore a down vest rather than his lab coat and the evening breeze blew his lavender locks all over his face. Despite it all, hearing Jakurai follow their usual dialogue calmed his nerves.

"Well, it's not about me per se, it's about a friend. Not Hifumi." No doubt Jakurai could see right through him, but he made no comment on it.

"What about your friend?" he asked, resting his left hand against his face in its usual pose.

"He's going through a bit of a crisis with this guy.” An understatement, really, but he continued on. "It's not actually a problem with the guy, it's more with himself. You see, this guy told him he had feelings for him, but I -- my friend isn't sure what to do because he thinks he doesn't deserve this guy. He... my friend feels like he only likes this guy because this guy's helped him so much."

Compared to all the shitty things in his life, Doppo could only count the good things on a single hand and Jakurai was definitely one of them. Medical treatment, an outlet, an opportunity to change the world -- to change himself; Jakurai had given him all that and more. As bleak as life had been before, Jakurai helped him see that someone like him was capable of doing something worthwhile. Even if he sacrificed everything, gave all that he could to him, nothing could possibly equal what Jakurai had done for him. He yearned, nevertheless, for his affection, for his tenderness. Would it really be so wrong to allow himself this one grace in his miserable existence?

"It's not that he doesn't like this guy, he just thinks that he won't be able to make him happy. He doesn't want this guy to make a mistake by being with him. I... guess I would like to hear what you have to say? Because I've been stressed out trying to help him through it."

Jakurai's eyelids fluttered closed as he let out a hum, drowning out the distant cars racing down the streets. The sun had set as Doppo had been talking, the street lamps that lined the block becoming the stars that filled the night sky. As if the heavens itself, their light framed Jakurai in an ethereal blue and he stood before him like an angel. Never had Doppo felt so at peace while waiting.

"Your friend sounds hard on himself, no?" Jakurai spoke up.

"Haha, yeah..."

"But I understand where he's coming from, it's a difficult position to be in. Nonetheless, I think his worries are simply that: worries. Does this man make him happy?"

Doppo nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Very much, but he's scared he'll mess everything up."

"Relationships are quite daunting, aren't they? But relationships require those involved to trust each other, after all. If this man and your friend share mutual feelings, they will be able to work things out no matter how much he doubts himself."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes," Jakurai said, not missing a beat. His eyes met Doppo's. "Love can be scary -- terrifying, even -- but that fear is something you can overcome if you're both willing to try."

Somehow, they'd ended up mere centimeters away from each other, but neither of them made the move to close the gap between them. The clamor of the city and the dissonance within Doppo's self became but an afterthought as Jakurai's azure gaze bore into his -- an azure that enveloped him in a sea of serenity and warmth. Closer and closer, his fingers inched towards Jakurai's hand and it was only when he felt his phone buzzing that Doppo remembered himself.

"I'll tell my friend that," Doppo said, ducking down and scratching his head. Hastily, he checked his phone to see that Hifumi had sent him another text. He ignored it. "Thank you for the advice, Dr. Jinguji, you always know what to say."

Coughing into his hand, Jakurai stood back with what Doppo could've sworn was pink dusting his cheeks. "It's no problem, Doppo-kun, I'm happy to help whenever possible. I hope your friend is able to work something out."

"Me, too..." He trailed off, unsure of where to go from there. A part of him wanted to stay with Jakurai for the rest of the night; the other part could only handle so much excitement for one day. "I... guess I should get going now. I think Hifumi might be getting worried," he said, pointing at his phone.

"Ah, I suppose it’s getting late. Are you sure you don't want a ride back?"

"Thanks for offering, but yes, I'm sure."

Taking a small step towards him, Jakurai opened his mouth but no words came out. Then, he shook his head, a smile adorning his face.

"Very well. Let me know once you've gotten home?"

"I will," Doppo said, bidding him good night with a wave.

Slowly, carefully, Doppo forced himself away from Jakurai, but he did so with a lighter heart and a clearer mind. For once, his chest thumped with exhilaration rather than rattled in trepidation.

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