#again at least it was an easy fix and i didnt just leave it or thatd have been embarrassing fjsnfkd

[pinkanonwrites]

Sloppy-Style

MY WOLFWOOD/READER FIC IS HEEEERE!!! I may have had a bit too much fun writing this, but i think it’s a masterpiece so it’s more than worth it. I haven’t had anyone proofread this so if you see any typos no you didnt. <(￣︶￣)> 

Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Reader, NSFW, 4,200+ words, PLANT!Reader, alien biology, aphrodisiac, fingering, AFAB-ish Reader but no pronouns used, Vaginal sex, sweaty, sticky, messy, and affectionate, the four best things for a smut fic to be!~

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

In Wolfwood's eyes, you were a remarkably easy person to read.

Maybe it was a PLANT thing, you and Vash both seemed to wear your emotions right on your sleeve wherever you went, whoever you met. And though Nicholas wasn't a fan of that particular brand of vulnerability on himself, on you he found it to be at least somewhat refreshing. That must have been why it threw him so off-kilter when you seemed to be hiding something.

You'd been quieter than usual the past few days, and if Wolfwood were a less observant man there was a chance he wouldn't even have noticed. Sure you laughed along to Vash's antics and joined the dinnertime chatter like usual, but the spaces in between that would normally be filled with your thoughts and queries were starting to come up uncomfortably silent. You were jumpier too, that was impossible to ignore. Not just around strangers, but bumping into Meryl, Vash, Milly, even himself seemed to have you jolting away like you were going to bolt right out of your own skin.

And when your group finally arrived in the next town and you'd quietly tugged Meryl aside, asking to have your own room for the night since you weren't feeling well? He couldn't help but be a little bit curious.

So when Vash and the girls were discussing where they wanted to eat for dinner, Wolfwood waved them off, insisting that he'd meet up with them at the bar that evening. As soon as the trio were out of eye and earshot, he let himself quietly up to the door of your room.

"Ey, birdie." He gave your door a few rough taps with the backs of his knuckles. "Seriously, what's eatin' you? You've been weird all day."

"Whu-Wolfwood?"

You sounded… almost out of breath? Jiggling the brass handle a bit, he found the door to be locked too.

"Nonononono, don't come in! I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Your feet pattered unsteadily across the floor as you rushed to keep the door shut. Your shoulder thumped against the wood, and he could hear your shaky, uneven breathing beyond it. Wolfwood's frown deepened, brow furrowing at… at whatever you think you're up to right now.

"If you're sick or something I'm gonna be real pissed off!" He rattled the doorknob again and you squeaked, hands coming down to clasp it. "You may have everyone else fooled, but you're actin' weird lately. And don't think I won't blow this door down to get to the bottom of it."

Why did he care so much? This wasn't a part of his mission, his plan. All he was supposed to do was keep needle-noggin from getting his head blown off by wayward mercenaries, now here he was trying to play Mr. Fix-It for some other Independent he wasn't even aware existed until recently. He's about ready to give up and shoot the lock of your door in when he hears a strangled whimper from your side of the wood partition.

"...You alright?" He asks, the irritated edge dropping quickly off of his tone.

"...No."

"Wanna talk about it?"

You whine again, something about the tone zinging heat through Wolfwood's mind. Before he can try and question you a third time the door unlatches with a soft click, and you peer at him through the gap between it and the doorframe.

Your forehead is beaded with sweat, and you're all but panting as you clutch the front of your oversized white linen nightshirt. There's a scent in the air that hits him as soon as you open the door, nearly bowling him over. It's thick, heady- a deep earthy scent but there's almost a touch of something… sweet, to it. It's intoxicating.

"You really need to leave." You tried to insist, but your voice sounds like that's the last thing you want Wolfwood to be doing. 

"The hell's going on with you?" He pressed on, and when you try to push the door shut again his hand clutches the edge and forces it, gently but insistently, back open. You stumble back a few steps as he lets himself into the room and shuts the door. There's feathers strewn all about, like you'd exploded a down pillow, and that scent is damn near strong enough to bring him to his knees. 

"It's- It's complicated."

"Try me. I'm smarter than you think."

You wring the fabric of your nightshirt, twisting it in your hands as you shift idly back and forth. Though you struggle to make eye contact with him Wolfwood can feel your gaze raking up and down his body. For once in his life he feels distinctly not like the predator he's been made to be, but the prey beneath your steely eyes.

"I'm… blooming."

Wolfwood's lack of response is too awkward for you to just sit in, so your words stumble forward unabated.

"I thought it was just something they'd induce in the lab. Chemical injections to encourage reproduction. I didn't know it could happen outside of the tanks."

Induce in the lab.

Chemical injections.

Encourage reproduction.

Oh.

"So you're like, uh-" He was prepared for any possible outcome except, it seems, this one. "Horny?"

You groan, burying your face in both hands. When the group had discovered you, everyone had uncomfortably ignored the little green check mark in your digital files next to the line 'Approved for Breeding.' Frankly Wolfwood hadn't wanted to think about the implications, much less consider that they'd come up again in a different context. But now he's forced to accept the uncomfortable reality of the situation, though he doubted it could be more uncomfortable for himself than it must be for you.

But damn, you looked good though. Smelled good too. Was that a weird PLANT thing? Like hell if he knew, but he couldn't help from eating you up with his eyes the same way you were doing to him.

…Did you just say something to him?

"Sorry, uh, what was that?"

You huff, drawing your lower lip under your teeth and wringing the fabric ever tighter in your hands. Your incessant tugging was stretching the neckline out, exposing more and more of your sweaty, jutting collarbone and- focus, Wolfwood, focus. "So you should probably leave before things get any worse. I'll be fine in a couple days."

"A co- Sorry, a couple days? Damn, birdie." He wasn't above laying low for a couple days in a small town like this, and he was sure everyone else would enjoy the break from the chaos too. But a week straight for you? Locked in your room, whimpering, writhing, desperate…? Okay maybe it wasn't such a bad image after all. But Wolfwood hardly wanted you to torture yourself like that. "Anything you can do about it?"

"Not by myself, no." His eyebrows fly up, and only then do you realize how that sentence actually sounded. "That wasn't-! I didn't mean-!"

"Whoa whoa, hey, take it easy. Don't freak yourself out over nothin'." He means for it to be a soothing gesture when he cups your cheek, but your knees buckle like they're going to give out completely and you shudder into his touch. "...Y'know, I'm not opposed either. If you're lookin', I mean."

You don't flinch away at his words, nor do you stutter or stammer or gasp. But your cheek flushes hot under his touch and when you blink your bleary eyes open your pupils are blown so wide they eclipse the color of your iris almost completely. "Why's that?" You rumble, hands relaxing ever so slightly where they bunch the thin linen of your shirt.

"Maybe I don't like seeing a sweet little thing like you in pain, ever think of that?" His thumb traces the apple of your cheek and you breathe out a shuddering sigh. But there's still a hint of trepidation behind your gaze, something still a touch unsure.

"It's… it's a little different, down there. Not quite the same as a human."

He cracks a smarmy grin. "You got a hole?" You thump him on the chest with a flat palm and he chuckles, tapering off softly when you give him a tiny nod in response. "Then I'll figure it out. I'm pretty creative."

"You're a real perv for a holy man." You let out a small, breathless giggle, and holy man or not Wolfwood is ready to fall to his knees for you right then and there. "...Only if you can promise this won't make things weird."

"Pinkie promise."

Whatever bit of sanity you’ve been desperately clinging to in order to maintain this conversation seems to slip through your fingertips at his gentle insistence. You slump into his arms, clinging to the front of his suit jacket like a lifeline as you press your cheek into the bare valley of his chest. He leans back against the door to slot a knee between your thighs and you seat yourself like it’s second nature, hips rocking as you moan into his bare skin.

“That’s it, baby.” His hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading in your messy hair. “God, you’re aching for it, aren’t you?”

“W’lfwood,” You slur, mushed and messy, and he shudders as you lathe your tongue up the inner curve of his pectoral. “Kiss, kiss.”

“Alright, alright. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Sliding down the back of your head, his hand cups the base of your neck as you strain to kiss him, meeting in a wet, desperate fervor. Your tongue traces the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open himself up to you as your mouths meet. You're so soft, so much softer than he deserves. His hip is bumping against the door handle every time you roll your crotch against the meat of his thigh, the sharp insistent rattling joining the wet and breathy sounds of your mouth meeting his. You whimper and groan into each kiss like it pains you to part, even for a moment, and Wolfwood can already feel the knee of his slacks soaking through with your insistent arousal.

You might just devour him whole if he lets you go on like this. He doesn't think he'd even mind it.

But he's starting to get a crick in his neck, and if he keeps rattling the doorknob like this eventually someone's gonna come a-knocking. So carefully, while disentangling himself from you as little as possible, he starts to lead you backwards towards your unmade bed. When your knees hit the edge of the mattress you take him with you, the unexpected show of force surprising but definitely not unappreciated as you drag him down onto the bed on top of you. Feathers fly as your bodies whump into the mattress, springs squeaking as he wrestles you into place beneath himself. Your mouths pull apart with a wet pop, and you whimper and lean towards him to reconnect them again even as he sits back on his knees.

"Shh, shh, don't worry, birdie." He purrs. One broad hand strokes down the curve of your belly, following the fabric of your nightshirt down to your mid thigh so he can hook two fingers underneath the hem. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I? Well you gotta let me see what I'm working with first."

You chirp, honest to God chirp in response, chime-like and eager. Between the noises and the feathers, he's starting to think that 'birdie' nickname he chose for you was less of a fun coincidence and more some sort of divine intervention, a peek into his inevitable future. But frankly he's much more interested in the way you spread your legs for him ever further, tension pulling the hem of your nightshirt further up as you coo for his touch. He pushes it up the rest of the way for you and the fabric crumples and folds where it's bunched upon your stomach. You aren't wearing anything beneath it, and that's damn near enough to knock the wind out of him alone. But there's a thick, translucent glimmer all the way down your inner thighs, dripping from your core, and in a breathless headrush Wolfwood realizes in your arousal and desperation you'd slicked yourself all the way down to the inside of your knees. 

He finds his gaze and his hands raking up towards the apex of your thighs. You were telling the truth, it isn't exactly like a human's. But it's not too dissimilar either. Soft, pink petals fold outwards from your core like a blooming flower. They quiver as he drags his knuckles along the curve of your inner thigh, another glob of sweet-smelling fluid dripping from your hole as your breath hitches. At the top of the bloom he finds a swollen bud, standing to attention like it can't wait to receive his touch. Your clit, maybe? Or whatever the equivalent is. Either way, it's the perfect size for him to smooth under the calloused pad of his thumb, and when he does you let out a punched-out sob, stomach tensing as you curl towards his exploratory hand.

"Fuck… Aren't you a pretty sight? Trust me baby, you've got nothing to worry about." It's not nearly enough, but Wolfwood's never been good with words. He knows that you aren't human but right now? Right now you're ethereal. Hair encircling your head in a soft halo, surrounded by little drifting feathers, glistening with sweat and slick? And your eyes? God, your eyes…

"Wolfwood!" You're reaching for his lapels again, tugging weakly at the fabric to urge him to do something, anything. "Nicholas!"

"Deep breaths, I'm not goin' anywhere." He slid two fingers up through your folds, skirting around the edges of your hole. The mewl you let out crawls down the length of his spine and curls hot and needy in his gut; He's going to need to take his own deep breaths if he wants to not bust the second he gets inside you. "Here, just like this, birdie. That's it." He shuffles himself between your legs, pulling until you wrap them both around his hips and you're spread impossibly further open for him. "Fingers first, okay?"

"Nick.~" You're practically sobbing, but you nod in agreement despite yourself. A thick middle finger prods at your entrance, petals fluttering and shivering as your body opens up to him, sucking him in up to the second knuckle with hardly more than a slow, insistent press. The intrusion does little to quell the flame roaring in your lower stomach, only further stoking your desire as your pussy twitches and drools around the intruding digit. He gives it a slow, patient thrust, crooking it upwards towards your belly as he does and causing more warm slick to dribble out into his palm.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Leaking all over my hand and I haven't even gotten a second finger in yet." He can't help but tease you, even though he thinks you may already be too far gone to register it. Your body opens up to him so easily, hips rabbiting as he pinches your clit between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, pulling back to press a second finger into you alongside the first. There's a little more resistance, but with how wet you are for him it isn't long before he's working them into you in a rhythmic pulse, slick squelching and spattering into his hand with each thrust. "You gotta cum for me first, alright? Then I'll fuck you just like you need it. You wanna cum for me, sweet thing?"

"Yes, yes!" Your hands scrabble wildly for the front of his shirt, nails raking down his bare chest as you tug him to meet you. You mash your mouth against his own, slick with spit and moaning into his as your teeth click harshly against each other's. "Mmfh, Wolfwood, Nick. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!"

"I'm not stopping you, birdie.~" He fights a smirk, crooking his fingers to grind the calloused tips against your soft, spongy walls. “Let go for me.”

But as much as he wants to watch your expressions as you tip over the edge for him, he's caught off-guard by a rough shredding noise as your back goes concave, wings bursting straight through the fabric of your nightshirt beneath you as you gasp and pulse around his fingers. Feathers explode into the still air as you writhe and gush and sob for him.

"Nick, Nick!" Scrabbling hands grip at his wrist but he keeps his fingers moving, massaging your shivering walls until the tension finally seems to melt from your body and you slump pathetically back onto the mattress with a final gush of slick warmth. "Nick, Nico…" You're so far gone for him, and it's too damn cute.

"So that's where all the feathers came from. Fancy that."

"Mmmrh… Ruined my shirt…" You grumble, whining again when he slowly pulls his fingers from your blooming core.

"Want me to buy you a new one? Just don't pick anything too pricey, we're still on a budget here." He pats the inside of your inner thigh in a manner that's supposed to be playfully patronizing, but the gentle jerk of your hips toward his touch just pulls another wry grin to his face. "Whoa there, darlin'."

You swat weakly at his hand, but there's no real malice behind it, not really. "Wha' am I, a Tomas?"

"Based on how hard you were riding my fingers, maybe I'm the Tomas- hey!" He's laughing as you swat at him again, leaning in to kiss the smile off your face. "Little brat.~ Maybe you don't need my help after all?"

"Nononono, don't go! Nico, please?" It's not like he's planning on going anywhere, not with your heels snug in the small of his back and your hands rumpling his unbuttoned shirt, but he lets you tug him back in as you nuzzle at his sweat-sticky collarbone with your nose. "Nick, you said you'd help…" Your wings strain to curl around him as well, cradling his body and yours with the massive feathery appendages as you pepper kisses down his neck. The shredded remains of your shirt slip from your chest as you arch towards him, and he quickly bundles it into a single fist and tosses it aside.

"Then maybe you better be good for me, hm? If you want me to take care of you."

"I do, 'm sorry. Please take care of me, Nick."

You sound so genuine, even more so than usual, and despite it just being some playful teasing he almost feels the slightest bit guilty. A warm kiss brushes your temple as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, shucking it and the jacket off in one smooth motion to crumple somewhere onto the floor. 

"Don't worry birdie, you've got me. I told you, I'm not going anywhere."

You chirp for him again, arms encircling his neck as your fingers tangle in his shaggy black hair. Wolfwood’s hands fumble blindly with the button of his slacks, lips trailing the curve of your neck as he wrestles the waistband down, taking his boxers with it. Unrestrained, his cock springs free, dark and flushed and beading pre-cum at the tip. There’s a soft, wet slap as he taps it against your sticky cunt, grinding your clit down beneath his swollen head until you’re practically shivering with need, fingers twisting hard into his hair as you struggle to breathe steadily. He lets it slide once, twice over your dripping hole before you choke out another sob of his name and he finally relents, pressing until the head pops slickly into your waiting core.

“Nick…” Your content little coo and the full body shiver you give him in response is like an adrenaline shot directly to his ego. He feels like his head is full of cotton, thick and fuzzy and warm and it’s taking every little bit of clarity he’s able to grasp onto to not bust with just the tip of his cock inside your impossible heat. You’re certainly not helping, hips jumping to desperately take in more of him, fingernails just barely prickling at the base of his neck. He breathes out slowly through his nose, shaky, steadying, before pressing on. Inch by careful inch he slides into you, murmuring mindless soft nothings all the while (for both your sake and his sanity’s) until he can feel his hips bump gently against your own. Only then does he risk letting himself slip the slightest bit, grinding hard into you as his head massages a soft, spongy spot deep within your core. Fuck, he feels like he can feel your heartbeat in your pussy…

You murmur something again, it’s most likely his name, or another plea, but Nicholas is starting to lose his own carefully-cradled sanity himself. He draws back slowly, so slowly, your vice-like heat begging him not to leave, before snapping his hips forward in a sharp, punishing roll. The reaction is all he could have possibly wanted and more; You wail, your wings shiver, trails of fire rake down the expanse of his back where your fingernails dig in. 

He’s already dreading his own quick healing process, as any marks from you he’d gladly wear forever.

It doesn’t take him long to find a rhythm, one that trickles molten heat down the length of his spine and leaves you all but screaming his name. One of his hands cradles your hip as the other grasps blindly at the edge of the headboard, wood thunking heavily against plastered wood as it slams against the hotel room wall with each thrust. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, they find the curve of your jawbone in an equally messy display, scraping along soft skin and kissing away the sweat that beads there as the two of you sink together deeper into euphoria. The air smells of sweat and sex and cigarette smoke and fresh flora, and though Wolfwood knows at this point he’ll never get into heaven, never step one foot past those fabled pearly gates, this has to be the closest damn thing to it he’ll ever see in his lifetime.

“Touch yourself for me.” He growls, breath hot against your neck. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock, sweet thing.”

You sob again, sweaty hand wriggling between your pressed-together bodies to fondle your oversensitive clit. It’s hardly more than a barely-there brush before you’re cumming again, slick gushing around the point where your bodies meet as you somehow squeeze so impossibly tighter around him. He means to last longer, wants to last longer, but your body and your voice and the oh so gentle kiss you place upon his scruffy cheek as your wings come up to enfold him like he’s something to be revered, something to be cherished… 

“Fuck.”

He chokes out a curse as he spills into you, a slurry of hot cum and slick pooling low in your gut as his hips stutter, his breath goes ragged. Each unsteady jolt of his hips shoots off fireworks behind your eyelids, his thumb digging into the jut of your hip bone as he pants into the crook of your neck. You meet in another kiss, languid and open-mouthed and messy as his movements finally slow to a stop. When he pulls away again there’s a shimmering trail of saliva still connecting your mouth to his, and he tongues it off of his lower lip with an all-too-pleased smirk. 

“Feelin’ better yet, birdie?”

You nod and let out a soft, approving hum. Though something deep inside you still yearns as he carefully pulls out, soft cock slipping free to release a deluge of slick fluid between your legs. Luckily Nicholas doesn’t seem inclined to go much further than that, settling his chin into the valley of your chest with a content huff as your fingers find his hair once more. There’s less tugging this time though, and far more petting.

“Mmmh, you could put a guy to sleep like that if you aren’t careful. I still gotta clean you up, don’t I?”

“What a gentleman.~” You tease, drawing an amused snort from Nick’s lips.

“What can I say? I live to serve.” For once he truly lets himself relax, melting into your gentle touch and your warm, soft body beneath his own. “Fuck, I’m not even craving a smoke right now. You’re really something, you know that?”

“Want me to help you kick the habit?”

“You really want me to bend you over and fuck you sloppy-style every time I’m craving a hit?”

“Nick!” The snort you’d drawn from him earlier blossoms into full-chested laughter at your scandalized tone. You thump him on the shoulder with an open palm, a scolding little slap.

“Ahh, you’re no fun!” He chuckles, playful fingers pinching the fat of your outer thigh. “Alright then, let’s split a shower and hit the hay instead. I’m beat. How long’s this ‘blooming’ thing supposed to last when you’ve got someone to roll around with, anyway?”

“Not too long, another day at most. But don’t be mad if I wake you up in the middle of the night looking for some attention. You signed up for this, after all.”

“Darlin’, you can have my attention whenever you want.~”

#nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x reader #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun imagines #trigun x reader #trigun smut #my writing #long post

[starberriesworld]

Lovers in Wasteland

Chaeryeong x Fem reader | Outbreak Au

pairing-lee chaeryoung x fem reader story word count-1381 proof read?-idk bro lmao

my little Last of Us inspired chae x fem reader idea that I finally got au of my head onto paper...or screen. I feel like this is a little corny and wndewhelming/rushed towards the end but I think it turned out okay.

i want to do a couple more chaeryoung x reader in this universe I really like this idea lol. anyways, onto the story!

Life wasn't easy after outbreak day. People died. A lot of people. They were either killed by the infected or became infected themselves. It was chaos, but people came to terms with the way the world was now. People banded together to form thriving communities; they came together to survive.

A few communities worked much like small towns from the old days-there were generators for power, houses were fixed up so occupants could live within them,  greenhouses homed crops, there were playgrounds and even stables for horses. You found yourself in one of these communities at the age of 14, being saved from an infected while a team from said community was out on patrol.

You had lost your older sister and mom. You barricaded yourself in a house after your sister told you to run-so you did. You were exhausted by the time the patrol team came, face soaked in tears and clothes caked in  blood from the infected and dirt; your body was drenched in sweat as you struggled to hold the bedroom door closed against the monster. Just as you were giving up, ready to accept your fate, the sound of a rifle being fired rang through the air.

They took you back to their group, a flourishing community they called Serenity. There were kids running around, and people walking about, chatting about their day. There were a bunch of houses of all shapes and sizes-there was even a bar and a bookstore (though, it operated more like a library since there was no real use for money anymore) And at this very bookstore is where you met Chaeryeong.

By the time two weeks had passed, you had adjusted very well to life in Serenity. You missed your mom and sister dearly, but you knew that the chances of seeing them alive ever again was slim-you just had to hope they would pop up in Serenity one day.  Everyone knew that Y/n was the girl who holed herself up in the bookstore on the f/c beanbag in a corner.

Well, at least you thought everyone knew.

One particular day, you went to go pick up the book you left on hold called "The Friskative Dog." Looking forward to finishing it today, you strolled over to your sacred beanbag, but you froze when you saw a red-haired girl around your age nestled comfortably within it. She was reading a book of her own.

You were conflicted. You didn't know what to say. You didnt want to be mean and make her get up, but you didn't want to share it either. You clutched your book at your side,  a pit growing in your stomach as nervousness washed over you. You were about to just leave and come back another day when she spoke to you.

"Oh, did you want to sit here?" she asked sweetly, her dark eyes looking up at you. You shook your head frantically, feeling your book slip from your sweaty hands.

"N-no, I'll just go sit somewhere else!" And scurried away without another word.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, she would be sitting in your beanbag, and you would just leave. It went on like that until she stopped you from leaving.

She invited you to sit with her in that spot, pulling up another bean bag and giving you yours back. 

And that's how you became acquainted and eventually, friends.

It was on a patrol where she confessed her feelings for you. Once people in the community turned 18, they had the option to become scouts. You and Chae joined the more experienced scouts on supervised patrols, and eventually they began to trust you guys to head out by yourselves. On one particular summer patrol, you and her were tasked with clearing out a couple of buildings that were about a half an hour horse ride away from Serenity. Some infected snuck up on her, knocking her over. You shot it in its head just in the nick of time, and with a round face splattered in inhuman blood, she looks up at you and blurts out: “Oh my god I love you.”

And here we are in the present day, the two of you sharing a horse  (whom you named Sucrose) as she silently trekked on a path through a lush woodland. You held the reins as Chae leaned against you back, arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Y/n~ It’s hot out here,” She whined as she wiped her sweaty face on your t-shirt. 

“I know. Whining about it isn’t gonna cool you down, though.” She groaned, unfastening the canteen on her waist, throwing her head back to take a hearty sip. She then screwed the cap back on and pulled a map of the local from her pocket. “Let’s see…” 

“Do you think we’re getting closer to that flower farm?” You asked her as she squinted at the paper in her hands. 

“Maybe? According to Daniel’s map we should be on the right path…We did walk past that tipped over statue half an hour ago.”

The two of you were on a well deserved vacation from Serenity, Daniel (an older guy who’s a self proclaimed adventurer who's apparently been all over) having given you a couple maps and suggested you visit a large field of wildflowers for your guy’s trip, giving you guys a couple marked up maps to help guide you a little. Sucrose snorted, and you patted her silky brown coat. 

“Uh oh.” You pulled back, causing the horse to stop as you came upon a crossroad.  “Here, turn this way.” Chaeryoung, slightly taller than you, placed her wrists atop of yours and guided the reins to the right.

“I can drive the horse myself,” you say, feeling your body warm up at her touch.

“Drive?” She chuckled as Sucrose trotted down the dirt path that veered right. Moments later, your mount emerged from the woods, stepping out into a rainbow colored field of flowers. 

“Woah…” You both said in unison as you led Sucrose through the field. Butterflies fluttered around each other here and there, and a few birds rose from the ground your horse walked on.

“This is so pretty,” She said as gripped your shoulder to bend down and run her hand through the tall grass and flowers.

“Look, we can set up at that little house over there,” you said, pointing at a beat up abandoned cottage a short distance away.

After securing the perimeter, your and your girlfriend settle down comfortably in the cottage. 

“This place seems like its out of a fairy tale,” she says as she sits criss-cross (applesauce) on the patio outside across from you, opening up a sandwich you guys packed for the trip while you drank some water. Sucrose grazed on some flowers a short distance away.

“I know, glad we listened to Daniel…for once.” You both chuckled as you ate and drank. She took some time to admire you. You were leaned back on your arm as you drank. Your shirt hugged your body thanks to the sweat from being outside in the heat for a few hours. Her eyes lingered on your lips, wrapped around the canteen of water as you drank. When you threw your head back up, catching her gaze, you smirked.

“See something you like?” Her eyes roamed your body bashfully before she tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear. 

“Maybe I do.” She crawled up to you, as you were still leaning back on your arm until both her arms straddled you. She pushed forward, turning her head towards the side as she pressed her warm lips onto yours. Slowly, she eased you onto your back, prompting you to run your fingers through her red hair. 

“Mm,” you breathed as she eased your head onto the patio, using her hand as a cushion. Her other hand cupping your cheek and brushing her thumb over the side of your face.

“Chae~”

“Hm?” She pulled back, catching her breath and resting her forehead onto yours. 

“I love you, a lot.” She smiles, kissing you once more. Looking you in the eyes, she says:

“I love you to the ends of the earth.”

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy x you #reader insert #kpop x reader #x black reader #chaeryeong #chaeryoung x reader #chaeryoung x black reader #x female reader #female y/n #itzy x fem reader #au #apocalyse au #fanfiction #lovers in wasteland #itzy x black reader

[beeseverywhen]

pikmin vs pikmin 4- my thoughts on some of the changes

so i've been replaying pikmin this week after playing a lot of pikmin 4 and i had some thoguhts over the differences. i actually meant to make this post yesterday and i've now forgotten a lot of what i had to say whoops but i'll give it a shot.

so first of all. difficulty. it's a lot harder to get pikmin killed in pikmin 4. in some ways i found this a bit disappointing but playing pikmin again really put things in context lol. you can kill them so easily in the original! personally i think for me the ideal level of difficulty would be somewhere in between. the struggle to keep my pikmin alive in the first game was pretty formative for me lol. i think taking out that struggle for survival and risk of huge battle losses does lose something. i've always seen something of a commentary in pikmin that im not sure is in the newer games thanks to it being easier to keep your pikmin alive. HOWEVER i'm actually all about making games more accessible especially for kids. when games are really hard a lot of ppl just cant complete them/cant get in to them. i think what i would like to have seen from pikmin 4 was the option of different difficulty levels tbh. that way as a pikmin veteran you could pick a harder level, upskilling the monsters, while the original difficulty is still an option.

on the other hand, there are some ways that pikmin die in the first one that i'm SO glad they fixed. first of all-drowning. drowning is so annoying in the first game.m it's really really hard to get the pikmin out of the water to start with. and they drown for so long. theres a point where they are beyond saving but they keep on screaming for ages anyway. it makes me sad lol.

second. getting stuck around walls. oh my god. its so easy to lose pikmin as youre walking around. and when you call your whistle you need to show them how to actually get back to you? if you dont they dont make their way back to you. im so glad they fixed this because it was incredibly annoying tbh. theres actually a second part to this that i didnt think i liked until i replayed the original. so with nectar, you have to actually throw your pikmin at the nectar most of the time in pikmin 4. im used to just being able to walk through it with my crowd of pikmin but this didnt work so well in 4. i didnt realise till my replay of pikmin that this is actually a good thing. in pikmin you lose pikmin walking with you because they get distracted by the nectar. if youre not careful they'll fall behind and end up lost at the end of the day.

the pikmins freewill. they really do do what they want in the original. its so hard to keep them alive because they'll just start carrying things mid battle. they attack everything. they are hugely distracted by nectar. they'll wander off and start attacking pellet flowers. while to a degree they still do this in 4, its way way easier to keep a handle on it. i actually like the idea that in game this has happened because the pikmin have more experience of hanging out with olimar and being directed and have passed that knowledge on.

the whistle. ok i love the whistle upgrades. just being able to call all the pikmin back to home at the end of the day is so good. i do think its a little overpowered because pikmin are generally safer in pikmin 4? but if we had this option in the origial it would be so great. im thinking something that gets added in late game. theres still a chance theyll get distracted/attacked/drown on their way back to you but you can at least TRY to call them back. i also love the whistle that calls pikmin back to you.

enemies staying dead- i'm mixed about this. i think that i'd like them to stay dead for a few days but then when you leave the area/after you progress in the game they get replaced with harder enemies?

time rewind- i'm mixed on this. i think its a bit overpowered. it might be good if it only comes in to play during a boss fight?

the dog. look. i didnt want a dog. i was not down with oatchi to begin with. after playing pikmin 4…yeah i do kind of like it. i think i'd prefer him not to be a dog. it added another level to the universe that was never really explained and i felt like it was motivated by a 'dogs are cute' fanservice kinda thing. not really my cup of tea. one of the things i really love about pikmin is it takes cute animals and makes them terrifying. oh a little ladybird? what if it was huge and bloodthirsty. i ended up reallly liking the extra level oatchi added to puzzles. i liked that you had to do some bits with him and the other with your player, i just would have liked something that felt more fitting with the world. a tame dwarf bulborb would be hilarious tbh.

go here- when i was playing pikmin 4 i was mixed about this. i kinda thought it took some of the challenge away and didnt use it at first but then i kinda changed my mind. like the whistle, i think it becomes overpowered because theres no danger involved. you can clear out the monsters first and you know nothing is gonna happen while youre on autopilot. after playing pikmin i think i'd actually really like a go here option, i think it just needs to be balanced out by there being a bit more risk involved in using it. personally ive found myself getting really frustrated playing the original because i get lost a lot. this is in part because i generally struggle with using maps particularly in older games where you cant see what is and isnt passable as well (this is more of a personal thing as i have a condition that affects my ability to orientate/use maps efficiently tbh)

advancements/design changes- so modern tech has obviously allowed for some major improvements in how things look. going from new camera controls back to gamecube ones was…disappointing to say the least lol. i love that its easier to see what you are doing on these newer games. i love that its easier to target and actually throw the pikmin where you want them to go. its generally easier to move around and things are less clunky. i do think that a bit of the magic gets lost in some of the design changes tbh. i understand why theyve been made. the original developers probably wanted them there to start with but were restricted by the technology of the time (god. it really has been 2 decades. madness. i've been playing with these little guys for over 20 years lol).

i really liked the white hole-ey walls in the original, bring them back! i also actually liked that there were so many walls and a lot of things were more closed off. that typical pikmin feeling of 'i've got the treasure from the boss but now i cant bloody get it back' was missing a bit. i know that this is because modern games go more for that open world approach (even tho pikmin isnt) but i think it just makes sense in the story for things to be more closed off. i think bags and box ramps seem to have replaced the plentyful walls and… i would like more walls.

i also love the woven bridges where it breaks down over time and you need to get the pikmin to make it again. i just think they look cool.

i also like the little piles of bombs you can find and i like that you've got to have the yellow pikmin carry them around for you. what do you mean im just putting bombs in my pocket??! maybe there could be a function where in later game you could earn some kind of upgrade where you CAN store bombs. some kind of bomb proof container. but i still think the yellow pikmin should be in charge of bombs. they are the demolition experts.

i would like more use of climbing sticks too.

i liked that the landing spaces were kind of ringfenced off in the original. every landing space is its own little area, usually set in a depression in the land if not a little raised bit. i like that. tbh i dont really have an opinion on there being multiple homebases in 4. i know some ppl love it. im pretty neutral on it tbh. i would like the homebases to be set in some kind of depression/ have landscaping to set them aside tho. i just like the feel of it better. my pikmin feel safer lol. considering how dangerous the world is im not sure it makes sense for us to all be chill with landing out in the open like that and leaving our ship and the onion to it.

another thing that to me is huge but i do kinda get why they changed it and i think most ppl probably dont agree with me here… i miss there being seperate onions! i get why, i do. ppl probably didnt like that you couldnt get all your pikmin in one go and had to go to seperate onions. personally i loved that. i loved seeing the onions i'd collected in the landing area and i loved seeing them all fly off together at the end of the day. i loved that the landing areas were designed around the number of onions you'd have at the end of the game so that until then you'd be looking at that space like. i wonder whats going to go there. when will i find my last onion. what will it be like. i also love when the onion springs out of the ground all colourful when you find it. maybe they could be buried but when the pikmin uncovers it THEN it springs up?? i want that back. i do get that it would be annoying to have to get pikmin from each onion when there are loads of them and some ppl dont like that. i think this could be solved by you being able to access the all pikmin screen from your ship. then when you select the pikmin the ship alerts the onions and the pikmin come running out of the onions.

the centre spot for the ship and the 3 spots for red yellow and blue would be stylistic like in the original pikmin and would be there from the start even before you find the onions.

then the 6 surrounding spots would be less obvious, to the point that you dont really notice them until you find the first unusual onion. i know youre probably thinking: hold on a second 6? yeah i would give the glow pikmin a onion. maybe it only shows up at night or maybe it is there in the day but its colour is dull showing it's not avaliable.

while we're on the topic of the onions, i also prefer their original design. i'd love to see them looking the same, only more vibrant and in better definition. i particularly like the patterns round the bottom edge, the legs, and also the flowers on these ones.

edit: oh i totally forgot. the other design change im in two minds about is the sun meter. i think it looks better in the original.

also. i love that its easier to switch what colour pikmin you are holding and that charging is way easier.

im pretty neutral on the restricition of pikmin in the field. maybe i'd prefer it if you could upgrade that faster/if it had a higher starting point??? not sure yet i'll have to think. i dont like that there are more farlics avaliable even once youve reached 100 and the number of pikmin cant increase.

#pikmin 4 #pikmin

[kitty-thinks-stuff]

MURDER DRONES RAMBLE ‼️spoilers for eps 1-5‼️

i have GOT to talk about this show bc i have soo many thoughts. a lot of this is gonna be rambling about my pet peeves and plot holes and what i wished happen though (keep in mind this is with the knowledge up to episode 5, i havent watched farther than that)

feel free to discuss these points with me!! id love to hear other perspectives on it!! (please dont give me spoilers past episode 5 though!!!)

ALSO! i am in no way saying this is a bad show. its amazing and i cant wait to see more, plus obviously its an indie show and its got a small budget and all that stuff

so far my biggest pet peeves are the fact that the show doesnt seem to take itself seriously enough, and the way uzi is written

the whole "not taking itself seriously" thing REALLY shows in episode 4. the whole time all this super crazy stuff is happening and the jokes just ruin it. take the moment where Rebecca is crawling back to the campfire, LITERALLY CUT IN HALF

this is a BIG moment, scary, suspenseful, all that jazz. and imagine how terrifying and traumatizing it would be to see your friend crawl back to you, NOT IN ONE PIECE

but the moment gets really ruined by the "forgot name. not popular" joke. it makes what couldve been a creepy horror moment into a lame, kind of awkward joke.

then you have the scene where uzi is chasing all the campers. HUGE, RIGHT? i mean shes become this mutated, bird like eldritch horror creature, and shes "lost control of herself", murdering the people she knows (obviously shes not super close with these people but. murder is big no matter what)

this should be TERRIFYING!! its huge dude, uzi is running rampant, murdering and eating robots, scaling the trees!!!

and it just gets. kind of smushed by the jokes.

i will admit, they did a *little* better with this scene. so props to that! but still. ouch.

now onto uzis character

she could be SO complex. i mean imagine living your life hating the murder drones, only to end up becoming friends with one, and then realizing ur actually really similar to them (needing to eat people blah blah), to finding out you have powers, you have to eat robots, all that stuff

and so much of her big character moments are small and shrugged off really quick.

take her powers for example. she learned to use them like. right after she found out she had them

i could get it maybe if they just alluded to maybe her learning? or at least made it to where it was a situation where she HAD to use her powers (a fight scene, maybe a scene where n was gonna get hurt?)

but it was all stuff she could do herself, like picking up papers and opening doors

so i think its safe to say we couldve kept a whole "idk how to use these brand new powers" thing going for an episode or two.

"but they needed her to use her powers so it triggered the over heating" i hear u and that makes sense. however, they couldve kept this!!

so she breaks the mirror, fixes the bug. fixing the bug couldve been an "experimental" moment with her powers (thanks reeses for that idea) instead of smth she just. knew how to do. all of this couldve triggered the over heat. dont forget, shes new to these powers! she might not have built up the "stamina" for it yet, so using it these couple of times might be too much for her

she has the moment with v, blah blah, leave the powers out until the arrow scene. then her powers trigger again! she was about to get hurt, it would make sense. then boom, overheat again (remember, considering shes brand new to these powers, this is a lot!)

she runs away, maybe opens the door with her powers (though its kinda unnecessary, i could kinda see it considering shes got all the adrenaline going)

then we have the murder scene, which ive already talked about

then afterwards, its all resolved REALLY quickly.

murdering people you know, even if you didnt like them/know them, is never easy on anybody. literally the whole reason she hated the murder drones was because they killed her people. and the whole reason she excepted them now, was because they decided to STOP killing people.

but its just kind of a whole "oh well!" situation and it! bothered me!!!

i mean, they couldve gone SOOO many routes with the murder scene.

maybe a scene where n comforts her and helps her through the trauma of killing someone? maybe where the people around her struggle to except her again bc shes changed?

my personal favorite is where n attempts to comfort her because shes killed someone, and she makes a comment along the lines of "im not like you!" (but yk. more hurtful and angsty and close to home for n)

this could further her isolation, which could build on how she might see this new version of herself

it could also open the doors for an uzi/doll interaction where doll tries to reach out and help uzi, making uzi conflicted on what side she should actually be on.

but, i digress

now lets get onto the smaller stuff that doesnt really matter (its really just personal peeves)

i wish we got more on the murder drones being excepted into the worker drone society. this kinda falls under "the show doesnt take itself seriously"

i mean, these drones killed their family and friends but, "oh yeah, they said they wont and now we love them!"

this couldve been really good development for v and n but they just move on so quickly. also they brushed past all those missing campers super quick

i wish we got to see more of lizzy and dolls relationship. why were they close? did lizzy feel conflicted about working with uzi and the others instead of doll? (idk maybe im biased cuz i think doll and lizzy should kiss but thats besides the point)

i think that might be everything!!! ill probably make a more positive post too bc I DID LIKE THIS SHOW!!! its soo silly and im really liking it

#this was very long SORRY LMAO #i lovveee analyzing things #kitty thinks #murder drones #md uzi #n murder drones #murder drones uzi

[adminsoffice]

"Wilt" - unfinished Alyx focused one-shot

ah, i really wanted to finish this one but, its sat in my folders since August untouched. It was actually kind of a song fic (inspired by lyrics from "Wilt" by Sloppy Jane") and i had very very specific visual in mind, even wanted to draw some art related to it.

but yeah, never finished it. so i wanted to share what i had at least. it was going to focus a lot on Alyx's thoughts much like how my fic Panic Sense focused on Gordon.

regardless i quite like what i wrote, even if i didnt get to conclude it properly!

Wilt

gen, character study, 1.1k words

Alyx finds herself distracted on their way back to White Forest.

There was a much needed break with the scavenger hunt of supply crates on their way to White Forest. Sure, they weren't free of fending off a few zombies but Alyx needed the distraction on their lengthy car ride. She didn't expect their trip to be quick, but the ride had been surprisingly lax so far- part due to the fact Gordon was speeding past most of their problems instead of stopping to deal with them.

It would be easy to think that would be a nice thing, but it made Alyx realize how much she put off thinking about anything other than survival up to now. The moment things around her started to slow, that fun thing called a 'brain' started churning out more thoughts- thoughts she didn't want to be hearing right now. By no means was she not enjoying accompanying Gordon- she had no dislike for the guy, mostly after everything they'd gone through to escape the Citadel safely. But hard times like these made bad thoughts abundant.

Alyx was good at powering through it though, as she eagerly watched the radar while they continued forward. Within moments the radar blinked, a small dot illuminated and pointing towards a supply cache.

“Gordon! Slow down, there's another.” Alyx was quick to point it out, leaning on the frame of the car as Gordon started to brake, ready to step out.

They came to a stop beside a steep hillside, next to an even steeper mountain. Boulders dotted the roadside, perfect cover for hiding supplies. Alyx scanned the area as she and Gordon stepped out of the vehicle, no sound but the rumble from the car's engine. They weren't close to any civilization, so it was unlikely they'd stumble across any zombies. But it did mean they were targets for the Combine in the middle of the quiet wilderness.

Alyx looks at Gordon, stepping around to the front of the car. “You're the strong one, how 'bout you go check under all those rocks?”

Cracking a small smile, Gordon nodded. For a moment he hesitated just as he walked past Alyx, looking back at her.

“I'll take a look over the hill, alright?” She doesn't register that Gordon seemed to be concerned she was breaking off in a different direction. She simply gives a smile back.

He gives another nod, more confident this time, and Alyx heads past the car and toward the hill. Her boots crunch on the gravel road below until they meet the dry grass, feet planted firmly with each step. The trees on this side of the road had thinned out signifigantly, leaving the hillside exposed. Perhaps that is where Gordon's hesitance came from- exposed out in the open, Alyx could seen the swirling clouds above clearly. There was no protection as White Forest opened itself up.

As she worked her way up to the top of the hill, the dry dirt beneath her shifted. Alyx looked down at her feet as she tried to steady herself and shimmy down the slope with little issue, but each movement made the dirt slide down further.

“Oh jeez..” Alyx chlenched her teeth as she heard the ground shift again, her feet sliding with the hill once more. “I can do this, its just a hill...”

With that, Alyx stepped down the slope once more, eyes fixed on her feet. Quickly the dirt started slipping from under her, pulling her down the slope at increasing speeds. Soon enough she was was making one step after the next with little choice, awkwardly trying to balance each movement forward on the unstable slope.

This wasn't going as well as she hoped, the dirt was slipping into her boots and gathering at her feet, making each next step more awkward than the last. As quickly as she realized it, Alyx felt herself sway backwards as the ground beneath her couldn't hold her weight any longer.

As she goes down, a curse escapes her lips and soon enough Alyx is on her side as she stumbles down the slope. The sharp blades of dead grass and rough dirt are luckily only a breif discomfort compared to everything else she'd been hit with up to now, but even as the slope evens out, the stinging on her skin still prooves it left a mark.

“That could've gone... better.” Alyx muttered, slowly sitting up and examining herself.

There is a burning on her fingers from where she tried to slow her fall, streaks of red where tiny rocks cut her skin. She pressed her hands down on her pants, easing the pain with the pressure. Gotta find something over here to make that worth it. Alyx sighed, standing up to brush off the dirt and finally look at the scene before her.

Down the slope the ground evened out to an open feild, and while the expanse of dusty yellow grass was a striking difference from the woods behind, there was something else that caught her sight immediately. Between the strands of tall grass were strokes of red flowers.

The bright pop of colors against the muted world feel almost disorienting as Alyx took a few steps into the brittle sea of dying grass and delicate blooms. They reached her knees and the flowers looked so fragile as the light wind made them lean against her legs.

Alyx was not a flower expert, but she'd recalled the sight of these kinds- poppies- years ago. She'd travelled through White Forest before with her father, and she'd seen those red flower tease her in the distance. Far off they sprung up in the feilds, but never having time to stop and see them up close. It wasn't important when the world was falling apart every minute of your life.

A young Alyx Vance would have liked to have that moment in the feild, but it wasn't given that day. While her hours were spent among scientists much joy in, nothing matched the one day her father greeted her with it- a red poppy plucked from the feild and in her hands.

#alyx vance #half life #hl2 #half life 2 #fic #unfinished #mine

[lazeecomet]

I loath troubleshooting peoples computer problems in the modern age. As you get more and more adept at using computers the problems you have to solve just get more and more complicated

Microsoft word was not working on my mom's friends computer

Not working turns out to be the application launches, the Word365 logo shows up, and then 10 seconds later when the HDD has a spare moment from being slammed with Windows update to actually load the application, it just crashes out and word is not running anymore

That's actually another thing wrong with this computer. It's HDD is pegged at 100% utilization with ram at 80%. Thanks Windows update.

So I do the basic stuff like run the repair utility (didn't help), reinstall MSoffice though the repair utility (didn't help) check to see that other office programs like excel will work (it does) check windows update and oh boy

There's about a dozen drivers that are not installed and windows update is currently chugging though a massive list of important updates. So I high priority those drivers and get a restart in (didn't help). Time to break out the big guns: Google and Microsoft forums

I have the downtime to Google and learn some things while Windows update still insists on continuing to erase all performance. I managed to find the crash report in the event viewer and trace it back to an Intel graphics driver. A graphics driver? This should be easy. There are all-in-one utilities to check and install the latest Intel drivers. So I download one from Intel and it doesn't play nice. It runs a check and updates an audio driver or something but refuses to touch the graphics driver. Because while it is Intel HD Graphics 620 it's LENOVO'S fancy tailored for thinkpads Intel HD Graphics 620

So I run the Lenovo driver utility. It has an update for Intel management engine! Progress?!?! Sadly no. Word still crashes on the same stupid error. Alright time for sanity checks. Let's reinstall the graphics driver (didn't help)

The situation is now worse. In an attempt to make sure the graphics driver was reinstalled correctly I rebooted the computer. BUT I GUESS I DIDNT ASK WINDOWS UPDATE FOR PERMISSION FIRST BECAUSE I GOT LOCKED INTO A PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE UPDATE SCREEN FOR AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR. No progress bar. No nothing

Watched an entire episode of guy feiries grocery store cook-off that was playing on TV. Made me want to try fried green tomatoes. Also looked up and found an older version of the driver to try rolling back too.

Windows finally lets me back in. Download the older driver and try to install. "The driver you are using is older than currently installed. We didn't install it for you :)" we are approaching hour 4 of this nonsense

I Manually update the driver though device manager. Word finally launches. Explain to computers owner that they need to leave the computer in sleep mode overnight once a week so that Windows can clean up it's junk and do update when it's not in use. They have been turning it on for 2 days a week for only 3 hrs a day and shutting it down again. It's never had the chance to run updates or clean up on the background so it just builds a massive backlog and does it as soon as it's turned back on

My reward for fixing this problem Included a dozen home made blueberry banana muffins, so maybe a little bit Worth it

#comet tales #tech support #computer problems

[mooneyandsuney]

11/07 | 04.14

G

“Go ahead, write, or not at all”

J

“Okay”

“I just wanted to call to avoid any miss communications that might make the message un clear.”

“I apologize gor the inconvenience i caused, you’re right… i’m being paranoid…

Even thought i thought i wasnt, since i was calm but just had grudge that was tickling.”

G

“I’ll ask you once again”

“Should I ask him to talk to you so that you could believe me?”

J

“No need Kim”

“I’m a fool for you, but yo probably already know that from me; taking college, fixing my carrer, saving up my money, initiating in projects, trying to find every single way to get back to you”

“And i thankyou, for once me being a fool made more people happier than ever”

“I’m here for you, as simple as that.”

“I mean it when i say [let me know however i could help]”

“You could let me know, and i’ll definitely try and manage…

Atleast i would have a heads up, and try to prepare things that i could to help you out”

“Even if it’s leaving you alone and letting you have some good personal time”

“You know me better than i do”

“You know my potencial, you know what i can do, You know how to control me…”

“Have i ever been annoyed when you use your strings on me?”

“I’m here to grow together. If your fertilizer is personal time, and i’m starting to take too much of it,

You know you can easily warn me..”

“and that’s not being this[selfish bitch], because you’re never like that to me”

“Nothing but grace, care, and appreciation has always been coming from you…”

“You know i’d do anything for you to be provided with what you need”

“Then try being honest, try suffocating me with challenges and demand, i always say “ask me anything, anything at all” still remember the old days when you try and ask me questions”

“Anything at all Kim”

“And you might not want me in that plan, but yeah. You can use me”

“But I can be your tool, i can be anything you want, just letting you know i’m here”

“Been helping you since you hated even a single drop of help from me”

“You have it all Kim, You can do whatever you want in the end, i’m just here trying to help at the very least give you a genuine smile on your face”

“Give you a hand, that’s always at your disposal”

“Like what you said earlier today, “give an impact””

“Now i’m confused because from your explanation, all of the things you’ve appreciate me doing seems to be something i did wrong”

“All of those thankyous and baby!!! And awwws”

“I don’t know which actually indicate that i’m not ruining things”

“I know i can be dumb at times but i always try to be aware of your condition and not bother you”

G

“Since mxgp aku blm pernah lho kim gak ketemu org dan gak kontakan sm org at least 3 hari”

J

“Ada aku rungsingin kamu?”

“Yeah i didnt, because you used your strings and it actually helped made things better. You keep warning me that your busy, you give me pointers that help me avoid being dumb”

“And i know how easy you did that, “i can make any guy say yes to me””

“And you did, you made me try to occupy my self, you made fight to fill in the time that you cant give to me, you made me to this jason. The guy that turns out to be better than all the past jasons”

“Is that really being selfish when i get things done and still can satisfy my girlfriend”

“That’s me Kim, “just the guy i want” -my princess”

“Just wanna be “the guy you want””

🌝-July, 2023 11/07 | 04.14

G

“Go ahead, write, or not at all”

J

“Okay”

“I just wanted to call to avoid any miss communications that might make the message un clear.”

“I apologize gor the inconvenience i caused, you’re right… i’m being paranoid…

Even thought i thought i wasnt, since i was calm but just had grudge that was tickling.”

G

“I’ll ask you once again”

“Should I ask him to talk to you so that you could believe me?”

J

“No need Kim”

“I’m a fool for you, but yo probably already know that from me; taking college, fixing my carrer, saving up my money, initiating in projects, trying to find every single way to get back to you”

“And i thankyou, for once me being a fool made more people happier than ever”

“I’m here for you, as simple as that.”

“I mean it when i say [let me know however i could help]”

“You could let me know, and i’ll definitely try and manage…

Atleast i would have a heads up, and try to prepare things that i could to help you out”

“Even if it’s leaving you alone and letting you have some good personal time”

“You know me better than i do”

“You know my potencial, you know what i can do, You know how to control me…”

“Have i ever been annoyed when you use your strings on me?”

“I’m here to grow together. If your fertilizer is personal time, and i’m starting to take too much of it,

You know you can easily warn me..”

“and that’s not being this[selfish bitch], because you’re never like that to me”

“Nothing but grace, care, and appreciation has always been coming from you…”

“You know i’d do anything for you to be provided with what you need”

“Then try being honest, try suffocating me with challenges and demand, i always say “ask me anything, anything at all” still remember the old days when you try and ask me questions”

“Anything at all Kim”

“And you might not want me in that plan, but yeah. You can use me”

“But I can be your tool, i can be anything you want, just letting you know i’m here”

“Been helping you since you hated even a single drop of help from me”

“You have it all Kim, You can do whatever you want in the end, i’m just here trying to help at the very least give you a genuine smile on your face”

“Give you a hand, that’s always at your disposal”

“Like what you said earlier today, “give an impact””

“Now i’m confused because from your explanation, all of the things you’ve appreciate me doing seems to be something i did wrong”

“All of those thankyous and baby!!! And awwws”

“I don’t know which actually indicate that i’m not ruining things”

“I know i can be dumb at times but i always try to be aware of your condition and not bother you”

G

“Since mxgp aku blm pernah lho kim gak ketemu org dan gak kontakan sm org at least 3 hari”

J

“Ada aku rungsingin kamu?”

“Yeah i didnt, because you used your strings and it actually helped made things better. You keep warning me that your busy, you give me pointers that help me avoid being dumb”

“And i know how easy you did that, “i can make any guy say yes to me””

“And you did, you made me try to occupy my self, you made fight to fill in the time that you cant give to me, you made me to this jason. The guy that turns out to be better than all the past jasons”

“Is that really being selfish when i get things done and still can satisfy my girlfriend”

“That’s me Kim, “just the guy i want” -my princess”

“Just wanna be “the guy you want””

🌝-July, 2023

[shoppingshoppingshoppingshopping]

Jabber Wappin!

I realized I forgot to write updates ont he last 2 albums! Jeez, Way to be on top of it, dude.

So this new album... is good. Hold on let me hit play while i write whatever comes to mind.

so where was i.... oh, so I wasn't completely sick of it when checking the final mixes/mastering in the car 3 days ago. I've listened to it 3 times since then. Yeah there stuff I still want to fix but I need to move on. I have nearly 5 years of songs to finish!

I checked the file dates on the songs and they were all started in summer of 2018! See, I get new song ideas nearly daily. It's so easy for me to write the chords and tempo for a song and basic vocal melodys. often lyrics too. Starting a new song is so much easier than finishing one. Which is why I am 4 and half years behind on my song backlog. I spend most of my music making time trying to make this stuff sound good. My process is usually this when opening and old session:

Listen back and wait for the first thing to trigger a negative feeling. Then fix it. It's often a bad mix issue like you can't hear the kick drum or the snare sound was awful or I played something really badly or the lyrics are too simple, obvious. Sometimes I'll open up a song and it's all there. Here is where I would segue into talking about "Lawyer, guns and crypto" but let's just go in order.

Its so sad: I think this one might be older than 2018. I recall playing this over and over again on guitar when putting my daughter to bed each night and trying different ideas. At one point I realized my vocal line was a complete ripoff of another song. It was nigh impossible to find something else that worked. When I finally popped this open in november of 2022.. (I think that's when I said, "NO NEW SONGS! FINISH THE NEXT ALBUM!" ?) I was able to approach with fresh ears. Well, that was after listening to the 6 different versions I made of it. The really slow sad one was pretty cool but the least finished and I honestly didn't feel like I have the experience to make that one sound like a "song" rather than some boring collection of sounds. So anyway where was I. I dunno. I have ADHD (officially diagnosed thank you very much). I just checked my winter 2022/2023 folder and It looks like I have 6 songs I started when I declared I wasn't going to make anymore until I finished this album. I nodded to that original vocal melody that I accidentally stole with one line of lyrics on this song. I also added a capo at some point because playing this in C felt too obivous (is F with a high E, C, G they key f C?)

I stay Ho ho: I think this started with me chopping up my nephew saying somthing into the mic. There was a track of him singing chopped up n stuff. I also had my lady do it too. they're all layered and edited on top of each other. There's a quote from a movie in the lyrics. Probably easy to spot for many of you.

Hold me im home: I found 2 versions of this. And just the other day i was playing these chords and started a new song before it hit me that i might have used them before. The other version was similar it just didnt have the dream crystals on it and the lyrics were weak.

Still cant chake that feleing: i think my daughter helped me write the melody for this one because I found a track with her freestyling notes and words. I asked her to come sing on it for real but she refused because "i'm not a music person" Oh really? We litterally play "alexa" where she asks for a made up song title and then freestyles a whole new song on the spot nearly everytime we're in the car. I love the dembow sorta beat in this one.

let me alone: man i love that dreamy sound on top. That's an ebow and a slide and some pedals and a guitar of course. I liked the old timey way of say "leave me a lone" I think fred norris of the howard stern had a drop from an old marlon brando movie where he would say it like this.

Lawyers guns and money: this was my favorite song but Keith told me I shouldnt start with it. I just love the narrative about trust fund crypto bros going to columbia and ripping off prostitutes not realzing they're now in the targets of the cartel. Daddy is a senator and needs to send the aformentioned lawyers guns and crypto to save these little shitheals. And yes I am referencing the warren zevon song here. Felt like its a modern update to the idea i think his song is about. I dunno. ive deliberately avoided the song to not be influenced. i guess now that its done I can se how they compare

I pooped on your drums: I have no memory of making this but when I opened the session there was a recording of me telling different kids to say this into a mic. I doubt it was my idea at first. Whenever kids come over they always want to make music. This was originally a trap beat until I heard some bmore/jersey club and thought "oh this would be way better for that song". It took maybe an hour or 2 to whip this into shape.

Ok, so: a crime song. i can write lyrics about crime and corruption so easily sometimes. I just start seeing the movie in my head and write what comes out. Making the words rhyme however is so much harder. the lyrics were hard to tell even soloing the vocal tracks. They're my best guess for my mumbly mouth and what it says. Looks like I just freestyled this one right off the dome as there were no edits at all and nothing was written in the lyrics.txt file in the folder. Other than doubling the solo and giving it a better mix this one was pretty much done. oh and i added the end lyrics during this latest round of finishing

keith, no 1: kieth is my unoficial producer. i send him the songs (not soon enough) to get feedback. i really should do it earlier in the process as he has good ears and great ideas. when he told me he was going to be a dad i thought "dude, you're not gonna be ready for this" and tried to put it in a song that used chords from a song he wrote. which i think was called "gay racists" or something? I dont even remember just that that title is somehow linked to a song idea he sent me. Maybe that his title? Im just guessing. As I am listening back to the song as I type I hear how this is kind of U2 joshua tree era thing. a lot of my references just come out and I dont cacth them until much later. And yeah keith said I could use his 4 chords on the first section.

Look whos trying: my friend meets sent me a song he was working on and I whipped up the front part of this for him to sing on. We never finished it. When i went back this winter to finish thse songs I found it i tried to see if I could write something new to it and it worked! so its his chords for the first half. i recorded and played everything. He gave me permission to use it. His melody and lyrics are different and likely better. IIRC his first line was "drinking, stinking and never thinking" or somehing like that. The end is all me. Thanks for the permish, meets!

I shoulda kept more notes because I think i had help on one of these from someone else. Probably my lady since I love her voice and ideas. She's always giving me better lyric ideas and melody tweaks.

oh now i remember. Will helped me using AI to generate the characters on the cover. Everything else was me except the dudes will helped with. He and Jaime provided feedback on the design. Thanks dudes!

The title is a quoe aunt em says in the wizard of oz. we were watching it the other night (spolier: its kind of creepy) when she yells "quit yer jabber wapping and get back to work!". I immediately grabbed my note book and wrote it down hoping to gather more good words and quotes but we didnt finish it because it got way to scary for the kid.

#New

[mikeyflippinway]

just a small art dump from some recent stuff ive done!

#first is old ocs that i redrew #second is me before i changed my hair lol #the last 3 are from the dnd campaign im in because im easily distracted and just draw the whole time LOL #but yeah mostly posting this just to beef up my newer art tag a bit and so it doesnt just look empty lmao #these are all from roughly the beginning of 2021 till recently! #i know im still not great with art and i have a long way to go but i wanna track my progress lmao #also that big group pic of my dnd group hoo boy #apricots hands holding the axe gave me so much trouble but it was such an easy fix once i figured out the problem #i remember stressing about it because it looked wrong then realized i had the hands opposite where they should be 💀 #again at least it was an easy fix and i didnt just leave it or thatd have been embarrassing fjsnfkd #bee buzzes 🐝 #bee draws better

[dianagj-art]

Oh yeah I forgot to post this one, also it might be the last bc i have news about this whole AU (don't worry, it's good news)

More of Yiga Link AU

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The story behind the image is bellow the cut as always

Link cuts his hair, making himself some sloppy bangs that would hopefully help him hide part of his face if there was a Yiga on the small village Mipha left him. Next morning some guards go search for him, "The princess wants to speak with you," he thinks he is in trouble and gets ready to run away but follows up. As they walk there and they are closer to the Domain he sees a small group of zoras watching him, they fought and pushed each other, one of them giggled when Link looked at them. He recognized them as the tree very curious and exited heads that looked at him in the water yesterday.

The guards take him with Mipha at the infirmary, she is sitting besides a zora, their scales seemed darker and desaturated "Are you good fighting?" she quickly asks, her formalities dropping a little, "All those wounds from the yiga attack, not only were you sent to be killed by a bunch of them, you survived long enough to get sttaced more than once" she turned to look at him and he could see the desesperation on her eyes "so, do you know how to hold a weapon or not?"

"I- yeah?" he is confused by this new beheavor.

She breathes out a little nervous but calming herself "good" She raised her chin and squared he shoulders "then I had found a way for you to pay us back, as you wanted" She explains there is a Lynel on Polymus mountain and is harming zoras, and is moving closer to the village he stayed at night. The zoras usualy would deal with that kind of things, but the lynel has shook arrows and they didnt do well against electricity. Link agrees to it, a lynel wasn't so bad, he had fought those before.

Mipha goes to talk with her father while she sends link to the armory so he can pick up a weapon, he takes a sword and almost takes a shield but there were metallic and with shook arrows they might not be a good idea. Mipha returns a little put off, and thanks him for agreeing to such a difficult task, but the king had deny his help. The king doesn't trust him (gee, i wonder why) and says it was a Zora problem and he would not rely on an outsider to fix it. The awkard tension gets broken by a clater behind them, little Sidon had a trident on his tiny hands, the whole shaft was at least four ties bigger than he was.

"Sidon!" Mipha takes the spear from him, "you are not big enough to carry one of those," the zora prince looks at her and whines, "one day you will be, I'll teach you to spar and you'll be the most ferocious zora warior anyone have seen," Sidon nods and smiles to her.

Link is not allowed to keep the sword and at the end of the day he goes back to the village. He thinks again of leaving, the longer he stays there the easier it would be for Yiga to find him. Though his clan may think he is dead, and maybe it would be better if they thought so. Maybe he could stay here, these people were starting to trust him, he could hide here for a long while. It wasn't impossible for Yiga to disguise themself as other species but it was harder than just do Hylian and Gerudo.

Someone knocked on his room's door and he went to open it, just to be sushed and pushed inside again by the princess.

"Close the door" she said and he quickly did. "I brough you some things" she put a bag on the bed and pulled out a zora sword, offering it to him. "You chose a sword didn't you"

He looked at the sword and at the princess, was she alone here?

"Why are you here?"

"I cannot stay and see my people be hurt by that beast, something must be done."

"The king-"

"My father doesnt trust you," she spoke over him, "but I do," she said offering the sword again.

He could kill her, here and now. It would be easy. He could kill her and run away right now. They would know it was him when they found the body, but they didn't know who he was.

"Why?"

"I dont know," she admitted, "it's more of a feeling, than a rational dessition."

He took the sword and every fiver of his body told him to do the job, but then he looked into her eyes and that feeling got pushed down. He had no idea of why she trusted him, and he had no idea of why... But he trusted her too.

"alright"

She smiled and walked to the door, " the rest is in the bag,"

He walked to the bed to see what she was talking about and found a zora armor, ar as much armor as they used, there was a swim suit too, one he had seen a few hylians use on the village. Aparently, it was specially made by zoras for hylians to use, the long sleeved shirt and the toursers help to keep the body temperature, the webbed gloves and flippers helped to swim better and aparently they didn't feel weird to walk or grab things. He was about to test that.

They also talked about another piece of clothing zoras made, but he had heard that one they ony give to the best-

He froze, looking inside the bag, at the very bottom was a helm. A zora's helm. He took it and caressed the odd material with his fingers. He looked at the door, he couldn't believe the princess had just give this to him.

Link quickly puts eveything on and meets her outside.

"I was afraid it wouldnt fit you," she said, fixing up one of the shoulder plates, "but it fits you quite well"

"yeah, but... I don't think using metal againt shook arrows is a good idea."

Mipha laughed, "don't worry, you'll be fine, That's not our problem." "Zora's scales are specially weak against electricity,"

They go to the mountain. As they sneak to the Lynel he stops and turns to her.

"Princess, you don't have to come, I can do this on my own"

"No. I am the princess, it is my duty to protect my people. I'm going with you." stared at her for a moment, for someone so small and seamingly calm and docile, she was quite stuborn. He nodded.

"Have you ever killed a Lynel?"

"no,"

"have... You ever fight one?"

"no... Have you?"

"At least a docen" he said, thinking the situation over again. This wasnt good, she was more than vulnerable against shook arrows, the rain wasn't helping and would make everything more dangerous for both of them, and he thought that at least she had fought one of these before. "Okay, here is what we are going to do" he explains a simple plan and they walk the rest of the way.

(here imagine a very cool fight with the Lynel)

They fight the Lynel together, Mipha gets hurt with a shook arrow and Link has to fight on his own half of the fight, he finish it up with a spin attack. He goes turns to Mipha and he sees she is glowing, the same way her hand did when she healed him, she raised one hand and the water around her starts to act... Weird.

There was sphere around her where water stoped falling and slid down, like if there was a glass. She lowered her hand and faced her palm towards the grass, then raised her hand a little. The water started to slip inside from the bottom, forming a perfectly smooth mirror-like surface, it moved forming lines until it formed a symbol under her, he had seen that all over royal decor. It was the zora's symbol. The water glowed with her and after a few seconds the sphere was gone and rain started to fall over her as normal.

"did you... Controlled the water?"

"yes"

"is that something you can do?"

"if you are wondering why I didn't use it before" she said trying to stand up, Link quickly went to help her, "I'm not good at it" she said and raised her chin "Yet"

Link laughed slightly and Mipha laughed too.

"You are full of surprises, princess"

"Mipha," "just call me Mipha"

Link smiles, they look at the dead Lynel with a little satisfaction.

"My people will be safe now. Thank you, Arem, you really helped us" she said, calling him by the fake name he had given them, he looks at her, his smile dying a little, "you payed your debt"

"Zoddem"

"what?"

"My real name is Zoddem" he said sofly and looked away, he felt her weight shif away from him

"Why did you lie before?"

"I don't know if the yiga know I'm still alive... It was just a precaution" he still couldnt meet her eyes, he didnt even know why he was telling her this. He should have. He should have just kill her when he had the chance and run away. He still could, here. It would be easier to get away with it, stab her chest with a shook arrow and blame it to the Lynel, run away, let them find the body on the morning, the king was going to send a troup here anyways.

"Then your secret is safe with me," Mipha said with a little smile. Link looked at her, surprised, and he was more surprised when he say that glint in her eyes that told him she wasn't talking of just his name. Now he was sure. She definetly knew he was yiga.

And she still trusted him.

Link smiled, he trusted her too.

-

Link and Mipha had taken the long way to the Domain, the sun was already raising by the time they reached the bridge. And the next patrol sent to the Lynel was alredy parting, they meet each other halfway and immediately went to the Princess aid. Link was left to explain things to the king and he didn't know how much he should tell, but he ended up telling the true.

The princess had gone behind his back, she sneaked out at night to recuit him and go kill the lynel.

The king wasn't really pleased to know Mipha had gone to face the Lynel, he was not pleased to see Link had gone with her, and he definetely wasn't pleace to see Mipha hurt. But he was happy she was back, safe and soud. And that thanks to Link, the lynel was dead.

The whole domain celebrated that day, and Link realized he not only had completely gained Mipha's trust, he had gained the whole damain's... He had to go. He had to go before something bad happened. But he had injuries of his own and when he gave Mipha a visit to see how she was doing, she promissed to heal him after she felt better.

He took her word for it and accepted the help from other healers meanwhile. He left the domain by noon, tired of so many zoras congratulating him, it felt weird. But arriveing to the small village was no different, they had alredy hear the neews, aparently 3 zora children had run all the way there to tell the tale.

Link had an idea of who they were.

The next day he went to the domain, Sidon wanted to swim with Mipha but she was still tired, so he offered himself to take sidon to swim. Link had returned his borrowed armor but kept the swimsuit, it was already filled with cuts from the fight so he cutted off the legs and the hands and kept part of the arms as long bracelets. Half of the helpfull things the zoras had crafted into it were gone but it still was comfortable to wear.

Bazz, Gadison y Rivan are the tree children that keep tailing Link. They are facinated with him. He killed a lynel, he was a hylian that made incredibly high jumps to the water, he survived a yiga attack.

"You are lucky we didn't obey our parents and went furter down the river," bazz said "if we hadn't we wouldnt have found you"

"You mean we are lucky we found him," Gadison said, "if we hadn't he wouldn't have killed the Lynel"

Link stops dead on his tracks, he looks at them confused, not even knowing what to say. They found him?

"yeah, but if he wasn't alive he woundt have kill the lynel" they were about to start fighting again but link stops them

"wait, you found me?"

"Yeah, we saw you fight off those yiga" Bazz says punching the air.

"Actually we didn't see any fight, we just saw them slash your chest and fall back" Rivan said, pointing at his chest.

"But there was at least a docen of yiga soldiers!" Gadison said exited, resting over Rivan's shoulder "if you made it that far you must be an excelent fighter, aren't you?"

"Of course he is!" rivan said, pusing her off, "he alredy kill a lynel!"

They started fighting again, link just looked, not knowing how to stop them. Luckly Mipha showed up behind him.

"/name/!" He raised up and turned to the voice

"Princess Mipha!" Bazz yelled, pushing the others aside and standing stight before them

"Hey!" the other yelled.

Mipha was being dragged by her tiny brother, she looked a little better but her scales still seemed too pale. When they were close enough, sidon dropped her hand to run and take his.

"Sidon wants to know if you can take him swiming again," Mipha said calmly, "he even promises not to bite" link looked down to sidon and the tiny boy smiled to him. Before Link could say anything bazz took his other hand and pulled.

"But he was going to teach us how to fight!"

Link looked at him confused. Sidon pouted and pulled too. The other two zora kids joined in.

"Yeah, he said he was going to teach us!"

He never said that. He stamered, not realy knowing what to say or do now. Mipha laughed softly she crouched in front of the kids and smiled to them.

"I'm sure he will be free to teach you tomorrow"

"YES!" the kids yelled, leting go off link and runing back to the domain with exited yells. Mipha looked at Link, at the growing frown of his face. He had never actually be mad at her, but there was a playful and knowing glint on her eyes

"With your parents permission!" she said, and it was followed by a groan from the kids. She stood up and smiled at link, "they'll never let them, they are still too young to start training"

"how old are they?"

"30" link looks at her distressed, "oh! We age different than hylians, we have the longest lifespans on all of hyrule, in hylian years it would be... Around six years old, maybe seven"

"oh... I started training younger than that" Now mipha was the one who looked distressed "it's normal for us," he brushed it off

Link spends another day swiming with sidon, and to his surprise, there was no bitting today.

The next day he meets with Mipha and she finally has the strenght to heal finish healing his wounds, they weren't so bad now and they did leave a scar, but the pain was finally gone. The Bazz brigade showed up with him, aparenlty his parents did let them train with him.

Link spends a whole day teaching them the basics of sword fighting under some guards supervision. When he asked them why dont they train them they explain that the kids were still too young and reckless, bazz's dad was a captain and had already try to teach them, but they had turned around at the first mention of "dicipline" but the kids were exited this time with Link, so their parents let them train with him on the hopes they would become a little more diciplined and praying that it wouldnt end in them chasing eachothers with sticks.

A few days latter Zelda shows up, they stay close to the Village since it was easier to set up camp there. Link is with Mipha and Sidon, since the prince keeps being insistent that he acompanies them on his swiming lessons. There is always guards whenever Link is with the royals.

A new guard walks in, "My princess, she is waiting for you," Mipha looks up "oh!" she lets Sidon at Link's care and climbs up the waterfall, Link is still impressed by that.

Zelda talks with mipha to take her the zora champion. Mipha jumps and goes for sidon before going up again, she agrees with zelda. Then zelda goes talk with the king zora. Link has no idea they are there.

Meanwhile Mipha and Link take a walk, Link notices there's quite a lot of hylian soldiers, Mipha mentions off hand the princess is there and explains the situation with the devine beasts.

"She is searching for the pilots already" he mumbles, and thinks he could trade that info with the yiga as a try to get back home, but they probably already knew that, he would need something else, "do you know who the other pilots will be?"

a soldier shows up, sidon is missing and there's a lot of monsters. They go searching for sidon, he's with the lynel. Link and Mipha look at each other and nood, they kill the lynel together (again), with a whole less effort and less injuries as before. But after everything calms he scapes and is never seen again in the Zora Domain.

#as always ignore the typos and gramatic mistakes #this is how i draft things #yiga link au #yiga link #princess mipha #mipha botw #botw mipha #botw link #botw #botw fanart #botw fanfic #fanart #zelda

[wizkiddx]

without making this a sap story ive had some not so great news from home and am in one of them moods to not talk abt it. but i need a tom h to hug me , pls could u write something like that?

hey anon - i am sending u all my love, and hope things get a little easier for u as soon as possible. if u ever do wanna chat abt nothing or rant just send me a pm x  I hope this is at least somewhat what u were looking for <33

summary: life is sometimes not good, but your fave boy makes it just a little easier to deal with (with some original help from his brother too)

a bit angsty but i promise mainly fluff (and a popcorn fight?)

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What drew you out of the sort-of-trance was a two soft but firm knocks at the door - well Tom’s bedroom door. You’d been relaxing with him and Harry, watching the new ‘Line of Duty’ when your mum had called for the daily catch up. Admittedly, she had already tried to call you twice today but somehow you’d managed to miss both of them. On reflection, possible not that shocking because you’d been at a charity golf day with the boys which involved a fair amount of noise, chat and competition. 

Thankfully the boys had both done pretty well, Tom coming slightly ahead but that was the norm between the two. It meant they were both happily basking in their relative victories and not moody and grumpy like they are oh so often when things go wrong. Because to them, against your pleading, begging and sometimes lecturing…. golf was not just a game.  

You and your mum had always been very close, so usually speaking to her was uplifting and made you feel a little bit more complete - what with travelling with Tom for work, her voice was a slice of home. This time though, it was not so much the case. It was just sad news about your home town. Nothing directly to your family or close friends but still, it makes you feel generally down. 

Who knows how long it’d been since you’d hung up on the phone, just staring at the wall opposite. Everything felt just hollow and empty, lacking in meaning somewhat. You weren’t necessarily thinking, more like devoid of emotion, of thoughts, of anything. Just a bit cold. 

“Y/n…Y/n?” His voice sounded hesitant, as though scared he was interrupting your call. When you didn’t respond, the door cracked open and his fluffy head poked in, not that you noticed - your brain was still half absent. Tom on the other hand, was instantly looking you up and down, very much confused as the why you looked so rigid and not present. Noticing the phone was lying quiet on the bed in front of you, he felt safe to enter. He made a beeline for the bed, perching himself down on the edge, in-front of you - so he was blocking your fascinating view of the grey wall opposite. 

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” His voice was soft and gravely, choosing not to put much energy into his vocal box as he rubbed up and down one of your arms. 

“Hmmm? Sorry, was miles away.”

“Could tell darl.” As he chuckled his eyes crinkled round the outside. “How was your mum?”

“Yeh…um okay, I-I guess.” As much as you wanted to shake yourself out of it, it just wasn’t that easy. Everything was laced with this underlying chilliness. 

“You sure? You dont really sound it?” 

“No, I um…well I’m not sure. I think I’m okay?”

“What happened?” You shook your head in response, making Tom press his lips together with a small nod. “ Don’t wanna talk about it huh?” 

“Not… not right now. Please?” 

With a permitting nod, Tom stood up and squeezed your hand, urging you to follow. Trailing behind him into the living room, he then instructed you to take a seat on the sofa adjacent to Harry, Tom himself disappearing back into the house. It made you pout a little, you wanted him to just look after you a little this evening but that self pity wasn’t allowed to last long - because a piece of popcorn flew into your cheek. You whipped your head around, with mouth open feigning shock, to see Harry smirking at you cradling a bowl full of other possible missiles in hand. 

“And what was that for?” He shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back to the TV.

“You looked sad.”

“…” Your mouth was open, no words coming out though, as you looked at the frizzy haired boy in bemusement. Sometimes you thought you understood how his head worked but at other points, the boy was a bloody mystery. Instead of explaining his thought process (because there almost certainly wasn’t one), he just smiled evily at you - wiggling his brows. And I know you know what that meant.

Sure enough by the time Tom reentered the room, arms full with different objects he’d collected round the house, the floor had been littered with popcorn kernels. You and Harry were squealing at each other as handfuls of the snack were catapulted vaguely at each other as you chased him round the room. It took Tom shouting at the both of you for you to freeze, slowly lowering your hands in ceasefire with a giggle. 

“I leave you alone for two minutes.”

“ It was his fault!” You protested, causing a 5 minute of ‘ he said-she said’ between the two of you, even if Tom wasn’t listening to the bickering. Instead, he quickly whizzed round the room picking up all the obvious popcorn bits and then spread out all the blankets he’d got from round the rented house on the sofa.

 You knew Harry, in his very own and special way, was only doing all this to cheer you up and you couldn’t appreciate it more. Your relationship with him had recently got so much closer, thanks to Tom being busy on set actually filming - while you and Harry just had some quality ‘almost sibling’ times. And now living with him too - naturally he had grown to know your tells almost as well as Tom. 

“Alright children calm down… thought we could watch movie?” Plopping himself down on the cream seat, Tom made grabby hands to you which of course you had to comply with. 

“I’ll um… I’m gonna leave you to- well to the being in love shit. It’ll make me chunder”

“We love you too bro” Tom called to Harry, who was already on his way out - but the tone of gratefulness in his voice was evident, he appreciated Harry noticing that the two of you could do with time together. 

“Don’t make it weird!” Harry’s response had you sniggering, as you pulled the fluffiest blanket over both you and Tom and nestling into his side. 

After a few minutes of Tom pretending to argue with you about film choice, before ultimately agreeing with your choice of ‘La la land’ as he always planned on letting you. The Holland boys were both very talented at subtly being a shoulder if needed, and yes you knew it was all an act - but you weren’t about to call him out. About halfway through he kissed the crown of your head and murmured. “Can tell you’re not watching darling.” He wasn’t wrong to be fair. Yes, you were looking at the screen - but your mind was far away from the plot line. 

“Sorry I um… minds like a runaway train sometimes.” Tom released a breathy chuckle at that before murmuring a ‘come ‘ere’ to you as he all but lifted you up from sitting by his side. You ended up lying almost onto of him, with both of Tom’s strong arms holding you tightly to him. Smiling into his chest, you nestled closer so the soundtrack to the movie played over the top of his constant thudding heartbeat. It took a few moments of you both just staring into the screen, completely contented for Tom to speak, squeezing you slightly tighter whilst the two of you watched Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone twirling on the road.

“I gotchu now lovie” 

And you swore then that all the thoughts racing in your mind were outpaced by those of a different kind. Still intense ideas, ones that buzzed round your brain, but these were happy. Thoughts of ‘how could I be so lucky’ and ‘I love this man with my whole heart’. 

Apparently these thoughts were also a comfort because when Tom looked down at you after what must’ve been at least half an hour, you were spark out. Breathing deep and unchanging, eye locked shut and mouth slightly squashed against his chest so your lips were pressed together. But what made the boy physical pout was the way you relaxed hand was loosely balled round a fistful of his purple hoodie. As if you were clutching at him to keep him as close to you as possible. 

He felt so grateful - not only for you, but also for the fact that he had the ability to make it a little better. You didn’t need him - Tom swore you were one of the most fiercely independent people he’d ever met - yet it was clear you wanted him. You wanted him when you felt down, the same way you wanted to be around him when you were overly hyper and chatting pure rubbish. You didn’t want him because he was the ‘Tom Holland’ you wanted him because he was Tom. 

He couldn’t fix what was going on back at your home (I mean right now, he still didnt even know what was going on). But he did know how to make everything just a little less shit. He knew how to be your person. 

And that would forever be job Tom was most proud of.

once again sending u all lots of love (esp u anon 💕)

would love to know what u guys think if ya made it this far ;)

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[kaz11283]

I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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I was daydreaming about klance and thinking who would give the first kiss and I made up something

We all know that lance is insecure and thinks he's wothless and replaceble, and keith is basically the only person who reassures him and says he plays an important role in the team. So, imagene that klance is cannon in the show and vld team went deep in this idea, adding more depth and nouance in their relationship.

Keith would give the first kiss

They're in the middle of a huge battle and they're losing. Almost dying actualy

"Keith, if I die" Lance says

"No one will die"

"If I die" he insists "I want to tell you something. I-"

"You can tell me when we're safe in castle" keith doesnt wanna hear bc they're gonna be fine. Ya know, tipycal movie scene. Lance doesnt care and says it anyway

"I'm in love with you" the team is in shock! Super happy though. Coran is all I knew this would happen someday, Hunk is smilling like a kid on christmas eve, Pidge is smirking. But team's happiness start to fade away as lance proceeds to talk "When I was at my lowest and feeling bad, you were the only one who cared about me. You really put effort on making me feel better. I appreciate this"

"Why are telling me this?"

"So sorry that your effort was in vain" and lance leaves his position. He has the perfect plan thats gonna save everyone. No one thought of it but he did

"Lance, what are you doing?!"

"I'm gonna fix this! I'll be usefull for the team at least this once and save your lives!!"

"Lance, dont do that!!" Keith screams "Lance!! Come back here!! Its an order!! I'm your leader!!! Lance!!! Come ba--" Lance mutes him

Keith tries to reach him but Lance is the red paladin now and he is faster than anyone else. He executes his plan(whatever his plan was, I didnt really think of it)

After his sacrifice is easy battle to the paladins now that they're full of pain and rage. Especially for Keith. He is out of himself. They win and Keith wants lances body back. No one tries to stop him.

Lance is found and oh my he is so hurt its even hard to recognize him. There is no hope that he is alive but Keith insists to put him in the healing camara.

Every day Keith is beside him waiting for him to wake up. Days goes by and nothing changes, nothing happens. Its hard to tell if lance is even breathing. But Keith is always waiting for him.

Weeks later his camara opens and lance wakes up. Keith is there and catches him when he falls ala allura ep1. Keith is so relieved. They both lean down and knee on the floor as Keith grabs Lance in a hug. Keith shrugging and crying

"Don't you dare ever do this to me again!!" Slowly, Lance hugs him too "Do you have any idea how much you scared me?! I thought you died!"

"Well, that was the plan"

They keep like this for a moment, just hugging eachother and feelimg eachother's presence

"Do you..." Lance's voice is weak "Do you remember what I said? Before I-"

"Yes"

"Oh... I look like an idiot now, don't I?"

Keith pushes the hug away grabs lances face in his hands. He looks deep in his eyes

"No! You look like a hero! You did it Lance, you saved our lives!!"

"It was worth it than" he smiles "I'm glad they're fine"

"Yeah, they're fine! But what about you?"

"No one cares about me"

"I do! I care about you!"

"Why?"

Then Keith pulls him to a kiss. A warm, soft and carrying kiss. It's comforting. It's everything Keith wanted to say in a single gesture.

"Because I love you too"

Anyways! Everyone is super bad about what happened and they all apologize to Lance and throw him a party YAY

Of course there is the possibility of Lance giving the first kiss. If so maybe in a moment of tension, like Aang kissing Katara before the invasion, and then after is this weird thing of are we or are we not a thing. Ya know, no time to think just kiss and BOOM WAR. Would be interesting too, but I thought this one is more dramatic

Plus I like the idea of keith kissing lance to comfort him

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[lily-themadqueen-andpinky]

Affection (Sherlock x Reader) dirty oneshot

warning: handjob, overstimulation  

Read part 2 here, where Sherlock helps you to relax ;)

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So, this monster citric-acid-mindporn oneshot with 6000 words is the fault of @7soulstars

They brought the monster alive bc of this incorrect quote:

It’ s one of those days, one of those cases, that once again keeps Sherlock under high tension. You don’t know why, because in these moments he doesn’t talk very much, and certainly not about why he is so stressed. You’re no more present for him at that moment than a piece of furniture, he probably wouldn’t even realise if you left the flat to go on a spontaneous two-week holiday.

Even if he tries not to show it, you notice it, you see it, you can look behind his rigid mask. You could make a list of the points from which you can tell that he is stressed and in need of relaxation.

You have told him many times that he urgently needs to find a balance for the mental stress and pressure. A physical activity or at least distraction in the form of mental relaxation to restore the balance between body and mind. But he only laughed for a moment and explained to you that he has no time for such a stupid thing and that he believes it to be idiocy. You are convinced that it would be so helpful for him, especially in such stressful situations.

Since Sherlock is the scientist of you two, you even went to the trouble of picking out statistics, research, reports for days to prove your words, that he can actually work better through activities that distracted his brain for the moment. But he didnt care.

Today you will prove him that you are right. Smiling, you will walk towards him and stand behind him, which he even doesnt notice. He is so busy finding his focus again that he completely blocks you and everything else out, as he does every time. Maybe you can at least help him a little, you think, and sighing, push your sleeves up.

Today is another one of those days when he seems to be struggling. His thoughts seem stuck, his mind seems blocked.

You can tell by the fact that his facial features are harder than usual, that he constantly touches his temple or neck with his hand.

Instead of concentrating on the microscope, you notice that he is often looking restlessly around the kitchen. He desperately tries to break the blockade, but he doesnt succeed.

Sherlock flinches when your fingers first touch his soft hair, and his whole body tightens in one fell swoop as you fight your way through the thick wool to his scalp. You enjoy the feeling of his hair on your hand and gently stroke your fingers through his hair again and again.

But instead of relaxing, Sherlock seems to be building up more and more resistance to your offered help, as if he absolutely wants to prove to you that it doesn’t make sense.

Sighing, you finally stroke his black curls a bit before pulling your hands back again. It was worth a try. You turn away from him, shrugging your shoulders, and want to go back to the living room.

“What was that?” his monotone voice breaks the silence while his gaze is fixed on the cupboard opposite him and he doesn’t move an inch yet. If you didn’t know better, you could assume at this moment that a mannequin is sitting at the kitchen table.

“Affection?” you explain to him barely with a light bite on your lower lip, whereupon he shakes his head.

“Disgusting…” he replies as he turns his head towards you and stares at you with a frown. You can’t help it and you just have to smile. This is typical Sherlock. You know that he’s actually thinking exactly the opposite, but under no circumstances will he admit it. He’d rather drop dead.

You cross your arms in front of your chest and lean against the door frame as he stares at you all the time.

Something is happening in his head right now, his eyebrows are shrinking thoughtfully. Waiting, you keep tapping your forearm with your fingers.

“Do it again…” he finally whispers nervously and quickly turns back to the microscope before he runs the risk of you realising that he liked it.

You won’t let him tell you twice. With a quick step, you walk towards him again and demonstratively stretch your fingers to make them crack.

It happens every leap year that Sherlock asks you to do something like that, and you shouldn’t waste this chance.

This time he doesnt tense up either, on the contrary. With a deep growl he slowly lets his head fall forward as your movements become stronger. Again and again your fingers circle all over his head, and finally slowly towards his neck. You can clearly feel the tension at the base of his neck, and as you massage a little harder exactly over this spot, a louder hum escapes him, and he shudders briefly.

Carefully you fight your way back through the thick curls with your fingertips until you stop at his scalp. You wait a moment and start gently massaging the hairline with circular movements.

A smile creeps onto your face as you can see in the reflection of the glass in the cupboard door opposite that he’ s closing his eyes, which is proof that it’ s anything but disgusting for him.

You release most of your fingers, except for the thumbs. Concentrate all your strength on forcing the muscles next to his neck spine to relax in a circular motion. The movement of your hand continues to move towards his shoulders and you are shocked and fascinated at the same time how tense this man actually is. You are surprised that he doesn’t run around whining with headaches all day long. You decide that you will definitely release every single tension today.

“Why do you stop?” he asks and you can hear the confusion in his voice. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips and look at him with a grin. If you now simply ask him to take off his shirt, you have lost. He will refuse just because he is such a damn stubborn ass.

Finally, you decide to push the collar of his shirt a little to the side, which fortunately works well, as Sherlock always has the top buttons of his shirt open.

With a firm grip you start to work the muscles on his shoulders and you notice that he reacts increasingly to your touch. But massaging someone’s back in this way is simply too difficult if you have to keep pushing the fabric of the shirt out of the way.

Frustrated, he moans in a low voice as your hands leave his body. With a questioning look he turns to you on his chair.

“Sherlock? What do you think about trying an experiment?” With confidence, you stand in front of him and giggle as you hear his annoyed breathing.

“I thought it was disgusting…” you say with a raised eyebrow, whereupon he rolls his eyes annoyed. You need to trick Sherlock, get him to go for it, and just put his stubbornness aside for a few minutes.

“It is…” he just notices and turns back to the table. Shaking your head, you look at him and then tap him on the shoulder, clearing your throat. You don’t give up that easily.

“Are you going to start that again? What’s that supposed to prove?” His answer is bitchy and you know why. The last time you offered him the experiment, he refused straight away. But this time he’s hooked, he has an idea of what can happen. At first you will of course face resistance, because you are right and he knows it. Again he tries to concentrate on his work, but after a short moment he closes his eyes cursing because nothing works anymore. You notice his frustration and gently stroke his upper back with your palm.

“Maybe you’re right and it won’t help you. Then you have only wasted a few minutes of your life and I will never bother you again. I swear to you,” you say quietly and bend over to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Sherlock usually can’t resist experiments, but rarely refuses them if he finds them totally nonsensical. But curiosity is in his nature and he will try to prove you wrong by all means.

When you want to raise yourself again, you feel his hand on your forearm, which holds you firmly in its grip. A smile creeps onto your face, because you know you have him trapped. He can’ t resist, it is impossible.

“An experiment then…?” he asks with hesitation and you can see the excitement in his eyes as you nod silently to him. With a slight smile that he tries to hide from you, he gets up from his chair and now stands in front of you. Thoughtfully he looks at you all the time, and after what feels like an eternity he bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“OK, I agree…” he mumbles, his look is challenging. You will have to work hard for the experiment to be successful. And you won’t give up under any circumstances until he agrees with you.

“All right, Mr Holmes. Then get on the bed now” you ask him and only get a questioning look in response. Sighing you let your head fall to the back of your neck. That’s a good start. It just might be easy with him for once. Just one time.

“Sherlock, let me explain something to you, my love. MY experiment, MY rules. So off to bed… Oh, and don’t forget to take your shirt off” you ask him in a harsh tone with your arms crossed. He stands close in front of you, barely a hand’s breadth away from you as his gaze becomes penetrating.

“And if I don’t?” he asks in a low voice and bends further towards you so that you can feel his breath on your face. You know his little games, he tries to rattle you to prevent you from ripping him off.

Puffing, he finally squeezes past you when he notices that you are not giving up your demand and goes into the bedroom without words. You have to control yourself not to make a cry of joy and follow him with quick steps.

Because Sherlock hates it when he has no control, and consciously tries to avoid these situations. Even if he accepts it, he will try to keep the upper hand.

But in this case he will lose, it’s your experiment and you make the rules, at least this one time.

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“Really? Just because I took my shirt off?” he scolds you and that doesn’t make it any better. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip. It’s not your fault. You shrug your shoulders apologetically. You curse yourself at the moment because he knows exactly what reactions he is triggering in you. He does it on purpose.

You watch his every move as he unbuttons his shirt one by one, pulls it slowly out of his trousers and finally puts it over the edge of the bed.

Only when he turns to you and looks at you with more or less outraged gaze, you realize that you have been staring at him the whole time.

“You can leave that out of your mind. It’ s only a matter of the experiment!” he threatens you in a deep voice that a shiver runs down your spine. He doesn’t exactly make it better with that.

“Now lie down on the bed for God’s sake!” you scold him in an unnaturally crude tone. The corners of his mouth twitch briefly upwards and he finally lies down on the mattress. You don’t hesitate another moment and climb onto the bed so that you can sit on his back. You must smile at the way he lies in front of you. He lies half on his stomach, one hand under his side, the other under his head and somehow completely twisted. This is more the position where he wakes up in the morning, but not the right position to enjoy a relaxing massage.

“Sherlock, it doesn’t work like that. You have to lie down in the right way. Hands to the side and back straight, come on!” you ask him and try to push him into the right position, which is very exhausting when a sitting giant like Sherlock refuses to help at all. He could cause your experiment to succeed, and then you could tell him that you were right all along.

When he finally lies the way you want him to lie, you slowly lower your weight onto his lower back. But just as you are about to start working his tense muscles, you notice that something very important is missing. A relaxing massage is not as soothing if the fluid is missing.

Unfortunately, there is only one bottle of fluid in the whole flat, which you can use to give Sherlock a kneading. It’s good that he’s lying on his stomach on the bed, otherwise he’d see the slight blush decorating your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, bend over to the side of your bedside table and take out a small bottle. You have been using this product for years to give yourself some pleasure. It’ s not a massage oil, but it should be enough for the purpose. You  enjoy thinking about the tingling effect it has when you use it to treat yourself.

It’ s hard for you to tear yourself away from this thought and concentrate on Sherlock again.

You could put the gel on your hand in advance to warm it up, but then you decide differently. With a slight grin you open the cap and let a large drop of the cool gel drip onto his spine. With each one, he twitches shortly.

“YN! You are about to prove the opposite of what you claimed with your experiment”. You assume that he wants to scold you, but most of his words get lost in the pillow on which he has placed his head.

With a smile you start to rub the gel all over his back with circular movements. If it was just too cold, he’’ll notice soon that his back is pleasantly warming up. This is the speciality of this gel.

So you try to ignore it and work your way towards his lower back. You can feel under your hands that he is becoming more and more relaxed. At least his body, but his thoughts are still racing. You can tell by the fact that the individual muscles are probably much looser, but actually he lies too frozen underneath you. You will probably have to use more questionable methods to really help him. You would also lose otherwise, and you don’t see that as a matter of principle.

You lean forward carefully to devote yourself first to his shoulders and upper back. First you circle your palms firmly over the skin, then you move more and more into a kneading movement.

Again and again you can hear Sherlock’s soft humming. And every time you want to say that you were right. But then the experiment would be over for him, and he would probably be offended to death.

“Turn around” you ask him in a whisper, and even if his expression tells you that he doesn’t understand why, he still complies with your request. You must be careful not to fall off the bed when he turns on his back in one go.

Sighing, you slide your ass towards his knees and tap him on the back with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbles into the pillow and doesn’t move a millimetre. With a smile, you gently stroke his back with your fingernails once and for all, causing him in turn to grunt a little louder and shudder.

“You have lost” he mumbles and puts a hand on his forehead while his eyes are still closed. Under no circumstances will this bastard admit that he is more relaxed now. Well, you are far from reaching your goal. You want him to be able to think without blockage again, to be able to concentrate again, and you haven’t achieved that yet.

You lick your lips for a moment when you see him lying there in front of you and think of a thousand things you can do with him. But above all it is one thing that always comes to the fore.

You bend down to him and your lips gently touch his.

“ This is not part of the experiment…” he protests in a low voice. You place another kiss on his cheek, on his chin and one on his neck. Doing so, you use your tongue for assistance.

“YN. This is not the deal! Stick to your own rules” he hisses and takes his hand off his head to gently push you away from him. You support yourself with your hands on your chest and push yourself away until you are sitting straight on his lap.

You notice that this has the desired effect on him as you can feel the increasing pressure against your core.

“So you want me to follow protocol? What do you think it would look like?” you ask in a sweet voice and drive your fingernail from his chest to his navel where his hand stops you. You can see that a tingling sensation spreads over his whole body.

His gaze is penetrating and he tries to keep control of his reactions with all means. However, this becomes increasingly difficult as you don’t stay seated still, but keep slipping forward or backward a little bit.

“I did NOT say I was finished, love. And I never said that it was only done with a back massage. I said massage, and this is a very broad term, as you should know” Your words are soft and threatening at the same time.

“YN! The basis of an experiment is to prove that kneading muscles or affection has no effect on my mental ability. We have the proof. My back is relaxed, but I can’t see any beneficial reaction” he still insists that it is nonsense. But you will convince him otherwise.

With a quick grip you grab his wrist and with a light pressure of your fingernails and your threatening look you make him let go of your hand.

“Are you trying to sabotage my experiment, Mr. Holmes?” you ask and bend down to him again without letting go of his hand. He barely shakes his head as he fixes your gaze. His eyes darken with lust and you know he struggles hard not to give in to the need.

You lay your forehead panting on his and as your trembling lips melt together, you lead his arm back to his head. You never thought that having the upper hand would turn you on so much. You will prove to him that you can force even the great mind of Sherlock Holmes to restart, just with a massage.

As you release the grip around his hand, you sit up straight again and reach for the little bottle again. Holmes looks sceptical as he can read the label, but he doesn’t try to stop you.

“You know that it is essential to at least try to get fully into it? Close your eyes, Sherlock and just enjoy it…” the last words you whisper and are surprised that he immediately follows your instructions. He hasn’t closed his eyes properly yet, when a thick drop of the gel hits him on his chest and he flinches again. Smiling, you spread another drop on your hands and then start rubbing slowly over the skin of his chest.

A frustrated snort escapes as you move your hands upwards and work his shoulders, biceps and the muscles around his collarbone.

“I’m just following protocol, Sherlock…” you whisper and you can tell him that this is exactly what he doesn’t want. But it’ s not the time yet for what you have in mind.

Slowly you spread the gel on the arm next to his body and gently massage every inch up to the wrist. You do the same with the other arm, which you first have to pull away from his head.

When you reach the wrist, you gently place your hands on his belly and slowly slide them towards his waistband.

“ YN!” Sherlock exhales hoarsely when he notices that you gently undo the button on his trousers and are already working on the zip.

Again, you take some of the lubricant rub it on your hands again and start rubbing his thighs from his knees up.

“Yes, I know, the protocol. But you don’t just have muscles in your upper body, you know” you explain in a sweet voice and slowly pull down his trousers including shorts. It wouldn’t be so easy if Sherlock hadn’t raised his pelvis. Grinning, you notice that he is finally more cooperative and gives you more and more freedom in the implementation of your experiment.

But… he is still fighting it. His cock is not too hard yet, so you will have to push him. After you have got rid of his pants on the floor.

This alone is enough to make your underwear soak through with your wetness. You watch with enthusiasm that his cock pulsates a little bit and becomes harder step by step as you get closer and closer to his balls with your hands.

With not too much pressure you rub the inside of his thighs and stop as your fingertips rest on his balls. His cock is now jumping rock hard at you and you must be careful not to throw your rules overboard and lick his perfect dick.

Gently, without resistance, you push his legs apart a little, causing Sherlock to swallow hard. It would only take a moment to get him to the point where you want him. Again and again you circle your thumbs over his leg, whose muscle is probably more tense now than before. But that is exactly what you want.

You can see that his breath is getting more and more pressed and he is getting more and more tense all over his body.  His eyes are still closed, and you know that he is enjoying it.

Your grip loosens and finally you remove your hands, followed by a disappointed grumble from Sherlock’s throat.

“I think the protocol ends here. I guess you were right Sherlock. I was wrong” you torture him as you continue to observe him. He then takes a deep breath through his nose and places the arm that has been lying on his forehead until now, next to his body as well.

“Fuck the protocol…” he curses in a harsh tone and looks at you in an exhorting way. But you just put your hands on your thighs and shake your head in scandal.

“Not in that tone, Holmes! An experiment is a serious thing and it should be carried out seriously, don’t you think?” a wry smile creeps onto your face. Oh, that’s so good. You can see his frustration, you can feel it, you can hear it. And you like it.

“YN! Please!” he says quietly and slowly but surely he loses control over himself.

You reach for the bottle with the gel next to you and bend over to the bedside table again, just to put it away for the moment. As you do so, you accidentally stroke his twitching cock.

When you touch it, he curses muttering and closes his eyes again. His breath goes squeezed before he tremblingly takes a deep breath.

“What please?” you ask innocently and sit down between his legs again.

“You haven’t worked all the muscles. The protocol is incomplete. An experiment must always be carried out completely… Please!” he brings out gasping. Due to the fact that he has used the word “please” twice in a short period of time, you know that he is about to go crazy. His argumentation is not even bad, you must actually agree with him. You haven’t worked all the muscles. But that can be changed quickly.

“ When I think about it, you’re actually right. I mean, you are the scientist of us. What would I know?” That’s exactly what you like. You got him in your hand. His breath is trembling, more and more he begins to squirm under you, to somehow provoke a touch from you.

“That’s it… that’s my girl. And now you should continue the experiment…” he gasps and is paralyzed for a moment when you suddenly grab his hard cock with one hand. With the other you quickly grab the lubricant again and open the bottle so that the lid falls off the bed. You shrug your shoulders for a moment, because the bottle will probably be empty when you’re done with him later anyway.

With a firm grip you pump his cock and continue to grab it until his tip is completely exposed. You bend a little lower towards him and he gasps for air as your hair tickles on his belly and thigh. You look at his face for a short time. He still has his eyes closed and is completely tensed. He can hardly wait and you don’t want to torture him too much. Carefully you take the bottle in your other hand and bring it just above his cock and squeeze it tight.

He inhales sharply as the cold, heavy drop of lubricant hits his tip unexpectedly. Sherlock is calm at first, waiting patiently, but when you start to rub the liquid with your thumb, he’s all yours.

His deep groans reach your ear and you can see from the corners of your eyes that he’s clutching the sheet with both hands. As you then spread the lubricant all over his cock and drop another thick drop on his shaft, his breath becomes increasingly frantic. You pause as you put the bottle, which is almost empty, to the side again.

You have a firm grip on his cock on the shaft as you slowly pump him again and again. You would have liked to pull off your pants right now, position yourself above him and let him sink deep inside you. But that’ s not the plan today.

You bend down to him unintentionally and he trembles all over his body as he feels your cold breath on his heated cock. As the lubricant develops a slight warmth on the skin over time, each of your touches intensifies with every minute.

“Oh, shit…” Sherlock always winds more and more under you as you massage the rest of the gel onto his head with your index finger and thumb.

With the other hand you slowly move towards his balls and as you look at each and every protruding vein on his cock, you gently start to massage his balls as well.

You take your hand back to his cock with a gentle stroke, and while you hold him in place with your index finger and thumb on the shaft and put pressure on him, you massage his cock tightly with the other. Through your firm grip you can feel every vein that appears with the increasing pressure.

You groan with pleasure when the tip of your tongue meets his thick head. You can’t just sit there and stay away from it. It’s like putting someone’s favourite candy in front of their nose and asking them to keep their hands off it.

Sherlock mumbles something that fades away in his moans as you run the tip of your tongue around his tip while gripping his cock so tightly that he swells up a bit more. But you know that today is not supposed to be a blowjob, and you move panting away from that perfect dick again.

But you’ re doing something with him that you have never done before, and that is exactly when you need this firm grip.

Sherlock’s reactions speak for themselves. With each pumping his breath goes faster, the grip on the sheet gets tighter and he begins to follow the rhythm of your hand with his pelvis, moaning increasingly with a low voice.

You accelerate your movement a little more and always give his thick head an extra moment of attention. You would really love to just suck him dry right now.

You close your eyes for a short moment and with every movement you lose yourself in increasingly quiet moans.

You feel his cock starting to twitch and open your eyes again as he throws his head back into the neck.

You lick your lips when you watch him, but you do not release your grip. You can feel every little twitch in your grip and smile at him.

“YN, I… I… am about to come…” he pants hoarse and in the same moment you feel him straightening his back. His mouth opens in silence and he opens his eyes for a short moment, only to close them again with an eye roll.

As his cum pours out in pulses over his cock and your hand, he moans loudly and collapses panting on the mattress. You keep squeezing your thighs together, because even now you’re at a point where you can hardly stand it, and you’re glad that there’s still some of the gel left, so that you can later find relaxation yourself.

“I don’t think it helped much. But it was an interesting experiment anyway…” he replies stuttering and inhales hissingly as you strengthen the grip around his cock for a moment so that he doesn’t completely lose his erection. It’ s really more difficult than you thought, he still insists that he is right.

“Have I given my proof, Mr. Holmes?” you ask with conviction and are somewhat confused as he laughs panting and puts both hands on his forehead.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and opens his eyes. Your breath goes faster for a moment as he fixes you with his exhausted look.

“Well, then the experiment isn’t finished…” you say for sure and watch him sit upright, resting on his arms and watching you with contracted eyebrows as you start pumping his cock again. Because you have a grip on his shaft, he is still hard enough. Not rock-hard, but enough to give Sherlock the final proof that his mind will also stop working at some point.

“What… What are you doing? For God’s sake… This is…fuck…” Grinning, you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip and Sherlock starts to whimper. His arms, on which he still rests, tremble with every pump, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he closes his eyes with a groan and curses again and again.

“This, my dear, is called overstimulation. If this doesn’t work, you’re hopeless…” you explain to him and bend over to him to put your forehead on his so that the tips of your noses touch.

With every movement you can feel that every touch must be extreme for him. Everything seems to synchronize. In time with your pumping movement his legs start to tremble at the same time as his arms and his breath but he enjoys it. His moaning becomes more and more hectic and you can feel that his cock starts to twitch again because he is getting harder again.

You close your eyes while you keep rubbing his cum around his tip and his shaft.

With every touch he twitches and gasps more and more. He presses his head tighter against yours while his breath goes squeezed through his nose. He isn’t even able to respond to your kiss any more as your lips meet his.

Since you know that he isn’t able to think or enforce his stubbornness at this moment, you slow down your movement abruptly, and you know that it frustrates him like nothing else in his life.

“Say it, Sherlock. Say that I am right! "you gasp softly and still pump his over-sensitive dick, only much slower than before. Between his moans he laughs briefly and hisses as your thumb rubs his tip hard again.

When you notice that he is hard enough again, you loosen your grip a little and start to massage his cock with both hands. His hands grip the sheet so tightly that you fear he will tear it up. His deep moans get louder and louder each time you do this, and are like music to your ears, bearing in mind that Sherlock is usually quite quiet in sexual matters, and you won’t hear anything more than a lustful groan from him.

"You… you are…goddamn…” he can’t talk, it just doesn’t work. You’re right. He is experiencing the proof right now. His brain is no longer capable of making a small sentence.

“you… you are… right… oh fuck…” his words drown in your kiss, while you immediately increase the speed again. It is only a dry gasp that comes from his throat. By now he is trembling all over his body. Sweat has built up on his forehead and his lips are dry and move only trembling as if in silent prayer.

He is a whimpering mess and no longer able to react in any way or feel anything other than your godlike hands.

Again and again your lips fleetingly meet his, and when his cock finally twitches again and he spills another load, his loud, animalistic moaning goes down in your lips. For a moment he is not able to breathe, but with every pumping your movement slows down until his cock lies in your grip exhausted and can finally come to rest.

Sherlock breathes frantically and as you open your eyes and look at him, you know that you have never seen anything more beautiful than this man at this moment.

His hair is sticking wet to his head, his face is covered with the trail of tears that have made their way and his cheeks are glowing in dark red.

With a smile you kiss him again. But this time he returns your kiss, even if only weakly, but he tries it anyway.

“I…I…” he tries to say stammeringly, but you interrupt him with another kiss.

“Hush… Lie down, my darling. Enjoy that feeling…” you ask him gently and he nods just barely. With one move he lets himself fall back onto the bed and accepts that his body is still shaking uncontrollably. At least his breath calms down a bit while you get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to remove the mess on your hands.

After just a few minutes you stand with a smile in the bathroom door, because Sherlock is still lying in the same position. Naked, exhausted and in a deep sleep. But he is relaxed and you are sure that your experiment was successful.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlockxreader #sherlock x reader #sherlock oneshot #sherlock imagine

[iceeckos12]

some prompt ideas for your perusal! cold hands; lingering gaze; sharp words; an unexpected gift; walking with the wind causing your scarf and hair to billow out behind you.

a;kdjf i am very slowly working through these prompts. thanks so much for sending them! i settled on sharp words. and since you didnt specify the pairing that means i get to pick so....s2 canon divergence jontim??

thank you again to Bloodsbane on discord for helping with characterization.

cw for stalking, jon is vaguely suicidal, casual discussion of tim theoretically murdering jon

It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and Tim is standing in front of his house, arms aching under a heavy load of groceries, staring at the person sitting on the bench across from his house. Their face is hidden behind a newspaper, but he can faintly make out the peach-colored plasters that encircle the fingers even from here, and he cannot do this right now.

He sets the groceries down on the front porch with a bit more force than he meant to and marches across the street. The fingers tighten and the paper crinkles loudly as he approaches, but the hands don’t lower, and that somehow pisses him off even more.

Tim grabs the top of the newspaper and yanks, and Jon lets out a surprised cry as half his cover is ripped away. They stare at each other for a moment, Tim so incandescent with anger that he can’t even begin to speak, Jon’s eyes wide and surprised and tinged with the faintest flush of fear.

Tim takes a step forward. Jon lets out a tiny, pathetic sound and flinches, lifting his arms to protect his head, and Tim -

Stops. Feels every bit of the anger drain out of him, replaced with bone-deep hurt and bitter disappointment and pure exhaustion.

“Well?” he asks, gesturing toward his house. “If you’re not planning on leaving, you might as well come inside.”

Jon’s throat bobs as he swallows once, then twice, and slowly lowers his arms. His gaze is still bright with fear as he tentatively asks, “Are you...are you going to kill me?”

Anger flashes through him white hot, and he closes his eyes and breathes through it. Once he feels like he’s not going to start screaming, he opens his eyes and looks steadily down at Jon. “And what would you do if I was going to kill you?” his gaze travels slowly over Jon, noting the rumpled shirt, the stark lack of anything to defend himself with. Out loud he wonders, “What was your plan?”

Jon just looks at him, mouth agape, like he hadn’t thought that far ahead. Tim sighs, turns around, and walks back to the house. Either Jon will follow him, or he won’t.

He’s not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved when he hears quiet footsteps behind him.

Jon doesn’t say anything as Tim lets them into the house, as he puts his groceries away. He just hovers in the living room, looking around warily like he’s never seen the place before, which he has. Tim, Jon, and Sasha used to have movie nights here when they were researchers, and the memory of them sitting together on the couch, laughing over some stupid plot twist or what have you, almost bowls him over.

“Take a seat,” Tim orders stiffly. “Tea?”

Jon opens his mouth, then thinks better of it and simply nods, shoulders tight as a bowstring as he sits carefully on one of the chairs.

Tim thinks about all the things that he wants to say, all the things he probably shouldn’t say, as he fills the kettle. What he really wants are some magic words that will make everything go back to the way it was before they joined the archives, when there were no worms or murderers and things were easy. There aren’t, of course there aren’t, and it’s a stupid, wistful thought, but he wants it so badly that he has to dig his fingernails into the palms of his hands to ground himself.

But that’s impossible, because there were worms, and Jon’s paranoia has a very real source, for all that his reaction to it is invasive and unacceptable. He doesn’t think there’s any possible way to fix it, but there has to be a way to make this better, to - to relieve the pressure, so to speak.

Christ, Tim just wants his friend back.

So he puts the kettle on the stove, removes two mugs and a box of tea down from his cabinet. Takes a deep breath and turns to look at Jon, whose gaze immediately snaps from the house to him.

“So,” Tim begins, then stops, uncertain where to go from there. Then, because Jon is still favoring him with that wary, suspicious scowl, “Stop looking at me like that.”

Jon’s head jerks down and his gaze skitters away, but he doesn’t apologize.

Tim lets out a ragged sigh, drags his hands over his face, and reminds himself that Jon came here despite his suspicion, which must mean that deep down he’s sick of this too. “Jon, this has to stop.”

Jon bites his lip, his shoulders tensing up around his ears. He looks two seconds from bolting, but still he says nothing.

“Christ, Jon,” Tim bursts out, slapping his hand against the counter for emphasis. He almost pauses when Jon flinches so hard he almost falls right out of his seat, but shakes his head and soldiers on. “What - what the fuck do you want? From - from me, from Martin. What can I do to convince you that I’m not some cold-blooded killer?”

“What I want is to find Gertrude’s killer!” Jon bursts out, finally. “If I can just figure it out, get some answers -”

Tim throws his arms into the air. “And then what? You - you’re not even carrying anything to defend yourself. What if I was the killer?” he looks around the kitchen frantically. Points to the kettle, “What if I poisoned this tea? Or,” points to the knife block, “Or took one of these knives out and stabbed you? What then, Jon?”

“Then at least I would know,” Jon grits, eyes wild. “At least then it would be over.”

“Well sure,” Tim retorts, sharp as anything. “And then you’d be no better off than Gertrude, because you’d be dead.”

They both freeze mid-gesture at that. Jon stares at Tim, eyes wide, mouth pressed in a firm, tight line. Tim lowers his hands to his sides, the air in his lungs escaping in one long, slow rush.

“Is that really what you want?” he asks, and it comes out all soft, less like the sharp accusation he wanted it to. “Because...even if you don’t believe me, that’s not what I want.”

Jon finally looks away, his long, clever fingers rubbing senseless patterns against the arm of the chair. “I want to believe you,” he says miserably. “I’m just....”

The kettle behind him screams, and Tim finally creaks into motion. He turns around and mechanically pours the boiling water into the mugs, watching as the liquid almost immediately begins to darken. He adds a bit of the milk that he’d purchased just that day, then some sugar, and walks over to deposit one in front of Jon.

Then he sits down on the couch, cradling the other mug between his palms, and asks, “Do you really think that I’m a killer?”

Jon turns to him, eyes wide. “No!” then cringes inward, one hand reaching up to tug at his messy curls. “Yes. Fuck, I can’t...I just don’t know, Tim. You’re, I don’t think you are, I don’t - but Gertrude didn’t either, did she? She wasn’t, she wasn’t careful enough, and someone killed her, someone got her, and if I’m not careful they’ll get me too. I, I can’t relax, I can’t get comfortable -”

Tim raises a quelling hand, cutting him off before he can spiral any further, burying the hurt that one desperate yes had caused. “So we’re all equally suspicious.”

“Yes,” Jon says, relieved. He picks up his tea, looks down into it, before setting it aside again, like he really does suspect that it’s been poisoned.

“Okay,” Tim says, drumming his fingers against his knee, thinking. Jon is watching him intently, though it’s less frightened and more hopeful, like he’s expecting Tim to magically produce the solution to all his problems. It used to be nice, when someone as smart as Jon looked at him like that. Instead he just feels vaguely annoyed, because this isn’t his fucking responsibility - except he’s committed now, so it kind of is. “...What if I helped you?”

Jon gives him a startled look. “I - what?”

Tim shrugs, trying to figure out how to word this in a way that’ll get through to Jon. “I mean, you said it yourself. You don’t actually have a plan if you find the killer, so it doesn’t matter. If I’m the murderer you’ll be dead, but at least you’ll know.” He can’t believe he’s actually suggesting this. “If I’m not, then you’ll have a second pair of hands helping you figure this all out.”

Jon looks equally incredulous for a moment, but then it fades into quiet consideration. Eventually he says, “...But why? Why would you...”

“Because I hate that you’re doing this, but you’re scared and I don’t think I can convince you to stop,” Tim tells him tiredly. “I’d rather know what you’re doing instead of you just...shutting me out.” That hurts more than anything else, he doesn’t say. “And if I help, maybe this will all be over sooner. Maybe this will finally end.”

For a moment Jon looks at him, and for a moment he gets a glimpse of what’s buried beneath all the primal terror and sleep-deprived fervor: Jon as he was, young and small and scared. That little bit of clarity lands like a gut punch.

“...I’m sorry, Tim,” Jon whispers, curling in on himself, wrapping his fingers in his sweater. “I’m sorry that you have to do this. I’m so sorry. But...yes, please help me.”

“Yeah, well,” Tim forces a wry smile on his face that probably looks more like a grimace, and feels something lock in place. “What are us assistants for?”

#smallhorizons #my writing #iceeckos12 writes #i guess this is more pre jontim than jontim but #jontim #tma

[shoezuki]

Tommy's prison/revival arc isnt well written actually

Anyways ive been wanting to talk on it a while for a bit here but havent had the Time or like. The thought to. But im gonna go off now.

First off im gonna say im ASSUMING this stream and plot of tommy being in the prison with dream is written entirely by tommy and dream. Wilbur May be involved in the latest stream but im not sure.

Bringing tommy back to life after only three days of him being dead did practically nothing to progress plot, the characters, or audience's understanding. In fact i feel that it damaged Other characters' potential and plot and already established plotlines.

The 'development' aspect

A really, really easy way to see if anything has changed or developed through an arc or plotline is to straightup just compare the 'beginning' to the 'end' in terms of the barebones situation. So;

Beginning: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream, his own abuser who has hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. He's terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.

End: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream after being killed then revived by him, his own abuser whos hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. Hes terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.

Okay. This is simplified obvious. But the point stands. ALTHOUGH the troupe of 'going back to the beginning' is common in the heroes journey its. It doesnt work here. Has tommy learned anything? Has he changed as a character? Is the severity of their situation any different? Have we, as the audience, learned anything new?

Im going to expand on that last point because i think it has the strongest potential argument. Technically for progression in literature and development of plot/characters, things can Change without them being Aware as characters. It can change just by the audience's perception changing or being challenge.

Slight example: i've been reading a webcomic called Your Throne. Its a fantasy/political drama about a noble lady who entered a competition with another noble lady to become the empress. The main lady lost despite her being a better fit, and the comic starts with the main lady trying to assassinate the empress. Its assumed and stated by the main lady that she 'ruined her life' and so thats all the readers know. However, later in the novel we see flashbacks to the competition itself and find that the two ladies were extremely close friends, neither wanting anything bad for the other, but it was the emperor himself who manipulated both of them for his own agenda. Those flashbacks gave us an entirely different idea of who the real antagonist is and completely changed the two main ladies' relationship. THAT is how the audience's understanding of the plot and novel can be used to change the entire story. We dont get such here though

Some things that were brought to light during tommy being dead/revived:

Dream is capable of reviving people infinitely

This was already implicated and assumed. The book dream has being a means of reviving people has been around Technically since schlatt's death. This just 'confirmed' what was known

Time works differently/feels longer in the afterlife

This doesnt really impact much beyond emotions and implications. If we had more insight into what the 'afterlife' is like beyond nothingness perhaps so. But really it just makes it so wilbur being dead for what feels like 9 years and tommy having been dead for 2 months appeal to emotions.

Wilbur is evil

This one fuckin sucks i cant lie HSKSHSISSGEGDV. Like i was gon go on bout it and i will but it jus sucks. We have nothing to go on besides tommy's word, no examlles of what Horrible things wilbur said could make tommy assume this, etcetc. Ill most likely make a seperate post on how this feels like we're just going to get 'wilbur is a horrible villain' type with him. But still. I feel wilbur Not Being Good isnt a new development.

Dream is going to revive wilbur

This doesnt feel new either, part because phil had wanted to revive wilbur before (ill get to that more later) and that tommy had kept dream alive/initially imprisoned him with the idea of him reviving wilbur.

Dream believes wilbur will break him out of prison

Okau this makes no sense to me actually. I cwnt understand How exactly wilbur would be able to do this? Or why dream believes he even Could? Mans been dead for like 9 years and all we Know of the afterlife is that its black... nothingness. How would 9 years of that make wilbur capable of busting the prison open?

So. Yeah. All in all this plotline hasnt done anything new, developed things, or altered people's perceptions. We just ended up back at square one. Back to tommy being traumatized, dream being 'evil' and horrible and doing villain monologues, and them being stuck together.

Other characters and plotlines

Im pretty damn sure tommy's revival fucked up a LOT of other characters' plotlines and potential development. Honestly i feel this has a lot to do with the writers not communicating with other ccs well enough. But Ill talk about specific characters from least to most fucked over in my opinion:

Sam

He's the best off. He hqd been there during tommy's death, had been close to tommy, had majorly blamed himself and his own mistakes for tommy's death. His grief and self hatred was actually really heartbreaking and well done. The attached character of Sam Nook being unaware of tommy's death and simply waiting for tommy to return was a really good parallel to sam's own grief and anger. like it really snapped sam the guy who cares for tommy and wants to do Right by him back together with him as the Warden of the prison. Mixed personal life with 'just business'.

I feel it wouldve been nice to have him like. Have more time to grieve properly and come to terms eith tommy's death and his own involvement/influence over the events. Him finding tommy alive again Could be a means of him like. Facing his own grief head on if done well.

Ranboo

Mostly in the context of him and sam's argument do i feel it got screwed over. The weight of them yelling at each other and trying to find who to blame and the implications that Maybe ranboo was the one who caused the security breach that closed down the prison on tommy just.... doesnt hit so hard anymore. Because how can there be blame and arguments and a 'who done it' mystery when tommy popped up all fine again?

Puffy

I dony know much of her involvement or how she found out tommy died (besides metagaming shhhhh) but i saw her monologuing of how they 'failed' tommy and like. Her whole 'he was so young we the Adults failed him' spiel is like........... inconsequential? Now??? Like no dont worry he died but hes alright now.

Philza

BET YOU DIDNY EXPECT TO SEE THIS FUCKER!!!!!! But actually though i want to talk bout how this ties into phil. A LOT. for Zalbr ❤. But also because i see ppl tying phil to tommy's death n like nah shutup u doin it wrong. Ill go off more in a Wilbur Post. But essentially: i dont like that dream is now going to revive wilbur. I feel they arent going to tie philza into this Despite phil having originally been trying to revive his son and studying on it and Attempting and Failing. But now suddenly dream can just. Say some magic words and Poof wilbur lives? So we're just going to Kill philza's revival attempts plotline and leave that hanging? This made his efforts seem pointless and Wack like oh why didnt you just Say The Magic Words phil????

Niki

I feel really bad for niki. She hasnt been able to do a lore stream during tommy's 'death' (she tweeted she wanted to but her computer wasnt working) and considering her entire character.... that shit is important. We seen it with Jack Manifold how tommy's death impacted Him considering he literally wanted tommy dead. And since niki is in a similar boat to jack of trying to kill tommy and it being her Only goal...... thats extremely important.

BUT. i feel there wasnt any communication. Did she or anyone even know tommy would be revived? Did no one consider they could At Least let her do a single stream on it? Like jack manifold????

We couldve gotten a Really good niki lore stream. I genuinely was so excited for it and i dont regularly watch her. But we seen it with jack manifold which is why i dont feel he got screwed because mans genuinely did So Good he could pop off with anything n i think it works in His favour. But now........ for niki. Canonically she never even knew tommy was Dead. So its like nothing even happened for her. Is she just supposed to continue on trying to kill tommy with no progression?

What i think would work

This is more me being like 'hey @ the dsmp writers let me in' type speculation sbosegussgs. But i was thinkin on a Really easy way to 'fix' this without rewriting lore and the streams.

Dream should kill tommy again now that he's been revived and Leave Him Dead.

More development for the characters who are affected by his death Especially niki. More time for grief and self reflection and development

A chance for the audience to figure out what the 'afterlife' really is.

Dream is supposed to be smart and a master manipulator or something right? Why doesnt he use being able to revive tommy as a bargaining chip with sam for his own freedom?

The audience would now Know dream's intentions with tommy better, that this death isnt 'final', but we could still see other characters' grief and reactions and coping without it feeling cheap. Ive seen some 'but people dont know tommy is alive so hes still dead in their mind' but that sucks imo.

We'd know more on dream's ability to revive people and that he can just Do It on a whim (which i think sucks but hey im trying) but no one else would know this canonically

Okay. Im done. If you read this. Thankyou. I love you. Hmu.

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