#again it’ll probably be a while before any of us can go let alone all together

[zootopiathingz]

Mutuals!! I know that trip to Super Nintendo World is just something we say we’ll do, but let’s say it’s actually gonna happen someday;

I’d like to know your favorite Mario character and what kind of merch you’d like to have of them (plush, mug, sticker, shirt, etc) Bc if this trip happens I want to bring gifts! And don’t say ‘oh you don’t have to get me anything’ SHUSH I WANT TO BC I LOVE YOU GUYS

#again it’ll probably be a while before any of us can go let alone all together #im just getting an early start for preparations lol #super nintendo world #mutuals only

[redrose10]

Chapter 11! Thank you for all the comments and messages. It is appreciated! I love hearing everyone’s theories.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,815

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag List: @gimeow @kam9404 @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

You swung open the door unaware of the information that had just been disclosed., “Alright guys, I got some pork and beef and a few different sides. I hope that’s enough. It smelled amazing in there so I think this will be good.”, you said closing the door behind you after returning from the restaurant. When you turned around you could tell the atmosphere felt different than what it was when you left. Yoongi was staring off into space while fidgeting with the hem of his tshirt and Jin seemed very jittery as well. You started unloading the food onto the table which Jin graciously thanked you for getting. He ate so quickly you were afraid he was going to choke. Yoongi on the other hand wouldn’t touch the food. Even when you grabbed the chopsticks and tried to feed him he shook his head and refused to eat.

“I’m going to go make a couple phone calls and see if we can get this all finally cleared up.”, Jin said before wiping his mouth with a napkin and walking out the door.

“So anything new happen while I was gone?”, you asked taking a bite of the food.

Yoongi felt the room spin again making him feel sick. All he could do was shake his head.

“Hey are you okay?”, you asked concerned with how much his demeanor had changed since you left. He gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. You continued to eat in silence sneaking little peaks of him while he sat there picking at the skin on his thumb.

Eventually Jin came walking back in and sat down with a smile, “So as mentioned earlier the police are willing to cooperate with the cash payment and be forced to drop all charges against Yoongi. Now as far as Suri and Hwan are concerned they are willing to just drop everything as well as long as Y/N agrees to not press charges against Hwan for what happened at the auction.”

You pondered your options for a moment. You looked Yoongi over and noticed how pale he looked. The circles under his eyes somehow looked darker than they were when you left. You could only imagine how you looked. You were both exhausted physically and emotionally and just wanted to go home. You were also smart enough to know that Suri must have bigger plans and this was just some kind of a distraction or something.” As much as I’d hate to see that creep walk free I’m at the point where I just don’t want to talk about it any more and I just want it to be over with. So if that’s what gets us out of here then that’s fine but make sure he knows how much of a low life he is and if he ever comes anywhere near me or Yoongi again I promise that I won’t be so generous.”

Jin lightly chuckled and nodded, “I’ll let them know. I’m sorry that it came to this Y/N. I’m going to have Jimin give you a ride home as it’ll still probably be a couple hours for everything to get cleared with Yoongi, you know paperwork and boring stuff.”

You looked over at Yoongi to make sure he was going to be okay but he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Yoongi do you want me to stay? I really don’t mind.”, you asked secretly hoping he would say yes.

“You should go back to Jimin’s.”, was all he responded with his eyes still trained on a crack in the wall.

“Alright well call me if you need anything.”, you said to both of them but mostly Yoongi. Jin opened up the door for you with a smile and pointed to where Jimin was waiting down the hall so you could make your way there. After he made sure you found what you were looking for he turned his attention back to Yoongi.

“Look you have to keep it together. Y/N is smart. She’s going to know something is wrong right away if you keep acting like you’re on another planet.”

“What did Suri say?”

“She’s willing to give you one month to figure something out. After that she’s going to the media to announce she’s pregnant with your child and that you’ve completely abandoned.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I didn’t abandon her. She never even told me she was pregnant.”

“Yoongi are you sure you are the father? I mean is it possible that she’s lying? You did say you haven’t slept with her in a while. Does the timeline match up?”

“I mean we always used protection but you know things can happen. She’s an evil desperate woman so of course she could be lying as well. I don’t know any more. How far along is she?”

“Well according to this ultrasound it appears that she’s about twelve weeks at this point.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and groaned.

“So I’m guessing that means the baby could be yours.”, Jin wondered out loud.

“The last time was probably about twelve weeks ago. I don’t really remember at this point. Jin what am I going to do? I don’t want to loose Y/N. Not now. I was just starting to make some progress on getting her to give me a chance and I was really trying to earn her forgiveness. This is going to mess everything up.”

Jin chuckled, “Look I’m going to tell you this not as your lawyer not as a business partner but as your friend because I think you need a strong dose of reality. You have no one to blame for this mess but yourself. The day we met Y/N I told you to give her a chance. I told you she seemed like a sweet genuine person who would treat you right and be everything you needed. But did you listen? NoooOOOoo! You’re Min Yoongi and no woman is ever going to tie you down again all because one woman broke your heart years ago. You always have to prove that you’re unbreakable. You’ve continually broke Y/N’s heart over and over and she still looks at you with compassion and love. She still worries about you even though you don’t deserve any of it. Now it’s time for you to grow up and face your consequences and you should hope and pray that this baby isn’t yours and that Y/N will still be understanding once it’s all said and done. But for now let’s just keep this information between us. Hopefully we can somehow convince Suri to have a prenatal DNA test done and if we’re lucky the baby isn’t yours and Y/N will never have to know.”

“And if the baby is mine?”, Yoongi asked already fearing the answer.

Jin scoffed, “Well then let me be the first to congratulate you Min Yoongi. My gift will be in the mail.”

Jin packed up his briefcase, “I’m gonna do a final check and make sure you’re good to go. I’ll call you in the morning. Go home and try to get some sleep. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Yoongi watched as Jin’s broad shoulders made their way through the door. Not long after one of the officers came by and told him he was free to go so he grabbed his jacket and phone and went outside where a car was already waiting for him.

Just as he was about to get in the vehicle he heard the sound of heels hitting concrete and then someone spoke making his skin crawl and his ears burn.

“I told you that it wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of me.”

Yoongi groaned and turned around, “Really Suri? This is what you’ve come down to? You are a disgusting vile person.”

“Well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. You’re no Prince Charming yourself Yoongi. I don’t remember you calling me vile when you were begging me not to stop as I was riding you in your bed while Y/N was in other room asleep or the time I was hiding underneath your office desk with your dick still in my mouth because Y/N came to surprise you with a lunch she made. You are just as vile as me, if not worse. I believe the word that Y/N used was despicable.”

“How do you know about that?”, he looked at her through narrow eyes.

“I have my ways Yoongi. I know a lot more than you think.”

“Fuck off Suri.”

“Is that any way to talk to the mother of your unborn child? Is that how you’d talk to Y/N if she was pregnant with your baby?”

Yoongi stared at her with disgust as a car pulled up behind her. She swung open the back door before turning to him, “You have 30 days Yoongi. 30 days to figure this all out or I go to the media and tell them about our soon to be little family.”

The car sped off leaving him to stand and stare before his own driver got out and asked if he was okay. Yoongi nodded and got in the backseat.

The next morning you woke up feeling exhausted and sore. Your headache was so bad that you even made some coffee hoping the caffeine would do the trick. Jimin was still asleep and you were glad for the silence. Checking your phone you found nothing exciting just a message from Yoongi letting you know he was home and to call him when you got up. You went to hit his contact when you remembered another important call you had to make. Scrolling through your phone you found the name you were looking for and clicked dial. It went to voicemail. You tried again but right to voicemail. Finally you just decided on a text.

You: Hey Namjoon, just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. I was shocked to see you at the police station last night. Just wondering what that was all about. Give me a call when you can!

You tossed the phone down on your bed as you had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting a response any time soon. You decided to take a shower and get ready before giving Yoongi a call. Once you finally dialed his number he picked up on just the second ring.

“Good morning Y/N, how are you feeling today?”

“Alright I guess. How are doing?”

“Not bad.”

There was a long silence before he continued,

“So umm Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. I have something I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh yeah sure. What time were you thinking?”

“About 6:00 if that works for you? That way we can eat and talk about some things and then you’ll be able to get back to Jimin’s before it gets too late.”

“Actually Yoongi, I was wondering if maybe I could move back in with you?”

Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat, “It’s up to you Y/N. This is your home too so you’re welcome back any time.”

“Okay great! I’ll see you later Yoongi.”

“Bye Y/N.”

Yoongi tried to fake a smile as he said goodbye. He never thought you’d ever want to willing move back to the home you shared. Unfortunately he knew that once he told you his news, you wouldn’t want to stay in the same room with him let alone live in the same home together.

Yoongi paced back and forth around the kitchen. He had tried to busy his mind all day by cooking an intricate dish he thought you’d like. He fixed his tie for probably the twentieth time. Was he too dressed up? Maybe he should’ve just went with jeans and T-shirt like he originally planned. He knew he put on a little too much cologne especially considering the history the two of you had with it. He took a peak at the clock to see if he had enough time to shower and change again when panic set in. It was twenty minutes after six and you were late. You were never late. He began running through every possible scenario.

What if you changed your mind? What if you found out about the baby before he could tell you? Oh my god what if Suri hired a group of assassins to find you and…?”

Before his mind could finish the thought he heard the door click open. Quickly he ran over breathing a sigh of relief as he found you taking off your jacket and hanging it on the rack. “Hi, Sorry I’m late. I stopped at that new bakery to get us some desserts and I think half of Seoul also had the same idea.,” you chuckled handing him the box of various pastries you had picked up. He noticed your bag sitting by the door causing his chest to ache. You really were prepared to move back in and he was going to chase you away again.

Once back in the kitchen he set the box down on the counter and went to ask you what drink you’d like when you surprised him by wrapping your arms around his torso squeezing him tight. You took a deep breath to inhale the familiar cinnamon and vanilla scent. A little stronger than usual but you had to admit that you kind of missed it in a weird messed up way.

“Hey are you okay?”, Yoongi asked concerned when you didn’t pull away.

“Yeah the last few weeks have just been a lot.”, you mumbled into his chest. He squeezed you a little tighter knowing that this was probably going to be the last hug he’ll ever get from you.

Once you pulled away with slightly blushed cheeks he invited you to take a seat at the table while he brought the food over.

Yoongi picked at as much of his food as he could stomach but he just tried to enjoy the moment with you knowing that as soon as he started talking things were going to take a turn for the worst. Even though Jin was adamant to not let you find out about the pregnancy right now, Yoongi didn’t want to hide anything from you any more. He barely slept all night, instead tossing and turning weighing his options but ultimately decided that it was best for you to find out from him personally instead of later on or god forbid from someone else entirely because he had no idea who else knew about his situation at this point.

“Hey are you okay? You seem really out of it?”, you asked pulling Yoongi from his thoughts. He nodded with a tight lip smile.

“You said you had something you wanted to talk about. Is that where your brain has been?”

Yoongi set his chopsticks down and took a big breath trying to calm his nerves. You noticed the slight shake to his hands which made your insides churn because this couldn’t be good news.

“Yoongi whatever it is just tell me. At this point there’s not much that will shock me.”

He chuckled to himself because you had no idea.

“Y/N, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just going to come out and say it but I uh I might have gotten Su-“

Before he could finish your phone began to ring. The contact showing as Namjoon.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi but it’s Namjoon and I’m worried if I don’t answer it I won’t get in contact with him again. I want to find out why he was at the police station last night.”

Yoongi nodded and you picked up the phone greeting Namjoon a little more friendly than you probably should have. He couldn’t hear what was being said on Namjoon’s end but you seemed to get more and more upset the longer you were on the phone with him.

“Well yeah Namjoon I was just wondering why you were at the police station. It seemed a little suspicious given who you were with.”

*Silence*

“How did you meet her?”

*Silence*

“Mmhm and how long has that been going on?”

*Silence*

“Are you fucking kidding me? What do you mean Suri is pregnant?”

You glared over at Yoongi and he felt his stomach drop. Looks like the news was already broken to you.

“Okay text me the address. We’re on our way.”

You slammed your phone down on the table so hard you’re pretty sure you cracked the screen.

“That’s it. I’m gonna kill her. I can’t do it any more. She’s lucky she’s pregnant or I would go over there right now and strangle her myself.”you said pacing back and forth.

Yoongi looked at you wide eyed. He’d never seen you act like this and he was torn between being scared, being nervous, and also kind of liking it in a way.

You turned your attention back to Yoongi making him jump a little, “Come on Yoongi. We’re going to meet Namjoon at his sisters house. He said he has some important stuff to tell us about Suri and how he ended up getting her pregnant.”

#bts #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #cinnamon&vanilla #yoongi fic #min yoongi #yoongi x y/n #bts fanfic #yoongi angst #arranged marriage au #bts x reader #bts fic #bts yoongi #yoongi au #yoongi #yoo

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Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men

100 follower special!! I didn’t know what situation to take so I just went with regular boyfriend headcanons

I have no idea Why Genos’ part turned out the longest…(my hyperfixation is obviously showing)

Fem!reader

Included: metal bat, Genos, Garou

Genos

It’ll take a while for this guy to get warmed up to you. He has never been in a relationship so he doesn’t really know how it works. This guy has ISSUES alright.

Of course he loves you but he doesn’t know how to deal with these feelings.

Hates physical affection (again just has to get used to it) so often more than not this guy won’t let you touch him affectionately.

“Do not touch me” and “Get off.” Are probably the words you’ve heard most this year.

Though when it does come to touching (pun intended) moments between the two of you, like when you’re hugging or kissing, he longs for more. He likes the feeling so much but would never admit it to you because he doesn’t want to show any ‘weakness’.

Will never make the first move of touching you. But if you ask twice he won’t say no. He just can’t resist you.

When it comes to caring for you he goes all out. Will cook for you, buy you things, even clean your apartment without you asking.

Is also very clingy in a sense that he doesn’t leave you alone. Ever since he fell in love with you you’ve become one of his priorities. You’re working ? He’ll accompany you. Meeting with friends? He has to make sure you won’t get attacked. You’re resting in your apartment? He’ll come over to cook you food.

It makes you feel bad that he suddenly has all his attention on you instead of focusing on training under Saitama and finding the mad cyborg. That goal has been there for him way before you both knew each other after all.

You both may get into little fights because of that.

When it comes to jealousy, this guy gets jealous alright. If he sees you talking to male coworkers/friends he always watches from the distance and furrows his eyebrows. Won’t say anything though.

If there’s a guy harassing you he’ll step in. That guy might get away with no more than a broken hand. Genos says it wasn’t on purpose and that he just wanted to get his hand away from you. (It was VERY MUCH on purpose)

Will deny that he’s jealous until his death. Again he doesn’t want to show ‘weakness’.

Is so protective of you. This guy already has a big sense of justice and will literally self destruct if that means saving human lives. He wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for you.

Whenever you’re not around you’re still in his thoughts. When you don’t have time for him he’ll keep himself busy by cleaning saitama’s apartment.

Will go on Saitama’s nerves and talk about you with no end. Will ask for advice. Sometimes he talks too much about you and gets kicked out of saitama’s apartment.

He’s such a dry texter. But dry as in texting paragraphs of formal written texts. That’s why you both prefer calling. He calls you at least once a day just asking how you’re doing. They’re not very long calls. Most of the time they’re short ones where he’ll ask you where you are and if you’re free so that he can come over.

Is overall the most loving cyborg you can get. He just doesn’t like to admit it. The most you’ll get from him if you ask him why he’s calling you on a regular for example is :

“It is my duty as your boyfriend to care for you at all times.”

Extremely difficult to get him to say ‘I love you’ by his own accord. But keep trying !!

Garou

So cocky for no reason whatsoever

Sometimes it feels like you’re dating a dog more than a human.

He’s SO SO SO SO touchy It’s unbelievable. He can’t take his hands off of you. Especially in public. He just needs to show you off.

This guy doesn’t know what having shame is either.

In some sense he feels like he ‘owns’ you.

Unlike Genos he may not spend every second around you but whenever he does it’s either him being all over you or you two bickering.

He may be touchy but is not a romantic at all. He’d rather say “you’re mine” than “I love you”

His love is messy for sure. Like all over the place.

Gets jealous and will beat the shit out of whoever dared to cross your way.

I have a feel he likes biting. Not too hard but more in an affectionate way.

Doesn’t really know what taking you out on a date means. He’ll let you do all the planning and deciding. He genuinely doesn’t care as long as he’s spending his time with you.

If bang knows about your relationship he’ll push him to treat you well. Bang was surrounded by women left and right during his youth and knows his way around it after all. Often Garou will gift you things as roses because ‘the old man forced me to’. He’ll look unbothered but in truth there is a tiny hint of blush on his face.

This guy doesn’t even have a phone 90% of the time. He either looses it or breaks it. You both don’t really need phones to communicate. The moment you think about him he’s right by your side.

Metal bat

Most wholesome boyfriend.

Acts all tough around everyone except you.

The embodiment of “ay ay ma’am”

Whenever you’re both on a date and a Monster attack breaks out he tries playing the tough hero. “Get behind me. I’ll deal with it.”

He’s kind of shy when it comes to touching you. He doesn’t want to be to rough or do something you don’t like. When you go to hug him his entire face turns red.

Genuinely thinks you’re an angel and that you’re too good for him.

At school all he thinks about is you. Will beat his friends up if they make fun of him for that.

Takes you out on many dates. Will buy you bouquets or win you plushies at the arcade. Sometimes he’ll even take you and Zenko out on lunch. It’ll be the cutest thing ever seeing you interact with his little sister.

At first Zenko is a bit jealous that her big brother is giving someone else attention other than herself but she quickly gets used to you and sees you as her own big sis.

He’ll text you good night and apologizes if he forgets to.

Will always ask you if you’ve eaten and make sure you’re always well fed and rested.

Always buys you things that remind him of you during his Hero patrol.

You gifted him a phone charm once and he has not took it off his phone ever since.

He isn’t the type to say ‘I love you’ often. He leaves it for really special moments because he thinks they’re very important words.

#one punch man #garou #genos x reader #headcanons #garou opm #garou x reader #genos #genos one punch man #opm genos #genos x y/n #metal bat x y/n #metal bat #metal bat x reader #my Genos hyperfixation is showing

[mint-yooxgi]

Impatient - Yandere!Pup Hybrid!Seungmin

Yandere AU & Hybrid AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Seungmin X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,627

Warnings: Implied masturbation and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This one's a little darker than the first, but still pretty tame on the feral aspect imo. I'm still testing the waters a bit, but I'm still really happy with the way it turned out! As always, please let me know what you think! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Second of The Feral Drabbles

You’re mine.

You may not know it yet, but it’s true.

Poor little kitty cat, soon to be caught by the big bad wolf, and you’ll be none the wiser.

It’s okay, I’ll take care of you. Really, I promise I’m not as bad as I seem at first. I can come across pretty cold and guarded at first, maybe even a bit judgemental, but I promise it’s not directed at you. 

No, never you. 

I just have to get over the initial territorial state of needing to constantly be near you, and marking you as my own. It’ll be a little rough at first, but once I know you want me as badly as I need you, I think things will be okay. Though, now that I think about it, I don’t really want to hide anything…

Why shouldn’t everyone know that I’m yours and you’re mine? It’s always been meant to be this way. I can tell just from your scent alone that you were made to be mine. You’re just so addictive, I don’t know what to do with myself.

Well… I do know what to do, but I’ll admit I’m a very impatient man. I want you now, not after I’ve spent precious time that could be used loving you, and keeping you by my side instead of building said relationship from the ground up. That’s going to take forever, and I’m not that good of an actor. Your friends are bound to piss me off with how close they already are with you, especially that one guy friend of yours who can’t seem to stop leaving his scent all over you. Right now, he’s on pretty fucking thin ice, and one more provocation and I might just snap.

No matter, I’ll take care of him in due time. He’s a threat to our relationship already. Bastard doesn’t understand that you’re mine.

I’ve already started laying out the foundations of our first meeting, too. Sure, I may be impatient, but perhaps it’ll make the reward all the more sweeter from the everlasting buildup. Maybe, just maybe, the tension will be so thick at that point that it cannot help but to snap while we’re with each other, losing ourselves to the throes of passion like I’ve constantly dreamed about.

Fuck, I can’t wait for that day - the day where I can show you in every and any physical way I know how just how deep my love for you goes. I want to build you up until you’re begging for me to touch you - until I’m the only one who you let touch that gorgeous body of yours. 

I’m the only one worthy of you, anyways…

I bet no one’s ever been fully able to satisfy you before. Assholes probably didn’t care enough to learn your body like I will. By the time I’m done with you, I’ll be able to play the most intimate of pleasures over you just with my fingertips alone.

Oh, you poor thing. You’ve just been desperately waiting for me to come along and please you to your heart’s content, haven’t you? You know what you want, and you won’t be afraid to take it all from me, won’t you, Darling?

It’s okay. I won’t mind at all. 

In fact, I want you to take my all. I’ll make your head spin and your legs tremble. I’ll run your voice hoarse from how raw your cries of ecstasy will be. I’ll make it so that pussy of yours trembles from a single glance from my heated stare, positively weeping with endless nectar for me to drink up to my heart’s content. Me, and only me.

With me, you’ll never have to worry about another half-assed attempt to please you again.

I want to become the only one you think about. No, I will become the only one you think about. I’ll make sure of it, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

I want to make you so cockdrunk on me, that you’re practically begging for me to breed you every time I walk into the room. I want to make it so you cannot help but want to spread your legs for me every time you see that lustful look take over my features, pleading for me to make you mine in every way imaginable. 

I want to make you so desperate for me that you ache for my touch when I’m not around, and when you so much as attempt to relieve that throbbing from between those plush thighs of yours, you’ll soon come to realize that it’s not enough. It will never be enough. Only my touch can satiate that need deep within your core. Only my cock can fill you up like you always deserve.

Let me treat you right, Darling. Let me love you like you’ve always wanted. Let me live to serve you, and then you can thank me by doing the exact same for me. I wish to consume you. I wish to ruin you in the best of ways, just as I want you to do for me. 

You won’t even have to try very hard. I’m already weak for you. Your smile, your laugh, your scent, your face, your body, your personality: everything about you drives me crazy. 

I won’t lie and say that I can never think straight around you. No, it’s more like my world shifts more into focus whenever I think about you. You make me finally understand what this life is all about. It’s always been about meeting each other, and belonging to one another. I only wish that it didn’t take me so long to realize that it’s been you that I’ve been searching for this entire time.

And another thing! I can’t believe I haven’t said this before yet, but you’re perfect. In every conceivable way, you are perfect for me, just as I am perfect for you. We have so many of the same interests and hobbies: you enjoy a lot of the same music and movies as I do, and we have very similar ways of thinking from what I’ve observed of you so far. Every detail I learn only makes me fall harder for you, Darling, and when the time comes, I only hope the same can be said for you.

You are perfect because you are mine. I am yours because you are perfect.

Nothing will change that. Nothing will ever change that.

I cannot help but wonder, though… will you think about me as much as I always dream about you? Will you also spend hours fantasizing about the life we’re going to have? About raising a family together, even if it’s just a fish, or a turtle? 

Whatever you want, really. I’m not fussy. 

How about how my hand will feel in your own as we walk through the park? Or perhaps you’re also like me when you let your thoughts roam, thinking about how good our hands would feel on each other’s bodies, mapping our own paths of pleasure over one another’s skin.

Would you be shy at first when you learn of all of my desires? Would you attempt to hide that soft and supple flesh of yours from me, brushing me off because you think I won’t love every dip and curve that I see? Or would you surprise me by taking control? Will you take everything that you want from me, and then some, once you know that I want you more than anything I’ve ever longed for in my entire life? Either way, I’ll make you confident in your ability to turn me on. All it will ever take is one look. Even just a simple touch will be enough.

I am desperate for you, and I’m not afraid to prove it.

I’ll admit, Darling, I’ve already torn through several pillows pretending that they were you spread out beneath me. It’s not the same. They could never imitate the warmth your plush body could provide for me. They’ll never let me know what your whimpers as you beg for ‘more' sound like, or how delightful I’m sure my name will be falling from your lips. They could never actually tell me what you enjoy, or how to please you in the best of ways.

No. Only you can do that. All in due time.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. I just wish it was sooner, rather than later.

Impatient, remember?

Alas, I suppose I’ll have to sweep the feathers from my floor again after tearing into this last pillow with my teeth. 

I cannot wait for the day when I finally get to mark you as my own. The pillow, it seems, just isn’t cutting it anymore, but it will have to suffice for now. 

I want to get all of this pent up frustration out before I meet you, though. The last thing I want is to pop a boner the moment you speak my name for the first time, or scare you away because of some other effect your mere presence affords me. I swear, I turn back into my younger, hormonal teenage self whenever I think of you. 

I guess that’s just the effect you have on me.

Oh, well. It’s a good thing that I’ve planned everything out already, up to and including our retirement together. Now, all that’s left to do is start. 

Hopefully though, I can make it through the long haul. I really hate waiting, especially when it comes to you.

I know that you’re already mine, and I’m already yours. All that’s left now to do is convince you. 

If I’m lucky, maybe you’re just as impatient as me.

#yandere stray kids #yandere seungmin #yandere skz #yandere kpop #seungmin scenarios #seungmin smut #stray kids scenario #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #kpop au #kpop scenario #kpop smut #hybrid au

[natimiles]

Bringing Mozart into the 21st century and making him travel by modern transportation

Tags: lots of cursing; spoilers from his route?

“No fucking way” is his first response when you show him a car and tell him you’ll use it to get around town. He’d walk a thousand miles, but he won’t climb into this... thing.

He ends up having to climb into the thing.

His first ride, he thought it was worse than carriages. The big front window gives him full vision of everything, and HE. IS. PANICKING.

Mozart: There’s another one coming this way! *screeches* MC: Mozart, they’re just changing lanes. It’s fine, you’re fine. Mozart: Oh my God, we’re gonna die… *starts muttering under his breath* MC: … MC: Are you praying???

He’s gripping the seat and the grab handle so tightly that his knuckles are white. He’s not breathing the entire ride.

As soon as the car stops, he opens the door and throws himself out. He’s praying again, but now he’s thanking God he survived this hell. Good luck making him enter the car again to ride back home.

The first time you get on a highway is wild. If he was already losing his mind before, imagine when you’re going faster. He’s gripping the seat, screeching, and praying. All at once. The whole time.

He might’ve passed out. If the sudden silence is any indication...

You can’t make him board an airplane. The first time you tried was to go back to your home country, and he caused a scene at the airport. You had to dope him with sleeping pills. 

He won’t board that huge, dangerous thing that flies again. How the fuck do they even fly???

Once he gets used to cars, things get easier. But it takes him a while, though.

He still yelps when he’s distracted and suddenly sees a car changing lanes.

He will open the window and pick fights. Someone didn’t signal? A car suddenly cuts in front of you? A pedestrian runs in front of your car out of the crosswalk? He’s screaming in German at the person.

You can try to make him ride a motorcycle, but it’ll be worse. He’ll cling to you, probably make you lose balance, and you two fall. And then he’s like “I told you these things are fucking dangerous!”

He won’t let you ride motorcycles again, even if you’re alone.

If you show him a car with autopilot, he freaks out. He’ll remember the time he went to buy a piano and it was playing by itself. Does the 21st century have haunted things too?

Masterlists

#I wanted to make a headcanon for so long hasiuehasiuehas #finally did it yay #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp wolf #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 5

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5: We’re all gonna die

Summary: The group needs to leave the CDC in a hurry, they find a place to stay the night and head to Fort Benning in the other day. But if Y/N knew something is that if it was bad, it could become worse.

Warnings: swearing, little angsty, fluffy, nightmares, violence, mentions of death, mentions of a possible rapist (coughshanecough), a child get lost, blood (?), pinkies. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 4,016

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. I’m consulting a timeline of everything that happened, but it can happen that I put events out of order, but I don’t think it’ll make much difference in the story. ALSO, I’m praying my Daryl isn’t too out of character.

You woke up with Luna scratching the door, probably someone was already up and she wanted to leave, see the person and play around. You got up and told her to wait. You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face and brushed your hair… it was kind of still humid when you went to sleep, so at the moment you could just say it was a mess. You changed your sleeping clothes into your ‘daily life I need to run if shit happens’ clothes and finally opened the door so Luna could leave. She went straight to Glenn and T.Dog that were talking in the corridor, Gleen looked awful.

“Good morning boys!” You said while approaching them.

“I’m never. NEVER. Drinking again.” Glenn stated, face contorted and hand on his stomach.

“That’s what we all say. You’ll drink again eventually and be hangover too. But with the time you get better at it.” T.Dog tried encouraging.

“I’m serious, I’m not putting alcohol in my mouth again.”

“Poor baby, I feel sorry for you. But well, world is ending and now you can at least say that you already got drunk and hangover once.” You hugged him sideways. At the same time it was bad to see the younger man in this situation, it was also a little bit funny to see him having this experience.

You let both of them go to the kitchen to have breakfast, you wanted to have breakfast too, but before you wanted to say hello to your family and seek some hugs. You liked hugs, specially in the morning. When you were little you would hug all your family in the morning, or at least the ones you had close so you could hug. At Uni, it would be your friends or your boyfriend that at the time thought you were too clingy, and when you received Luna as a gift, and were living alone, she would be the ‘person’ you would be hugging every morning. You also liked hugs during the day, but in this world you didn’t have time for this, and also you knew that most of people didn’t like to be hugged all the time.

When you was on your way to your family’s room, you encountered Lori. She looked terrible, and she didn’t drink that much. She saw you and tried to put a smile in her face. You just went to her and gave her a hug, this hug would be because of your necessity to hug people, but in the moment you knew she was the one that needed that hug.

“What happened? No offense, but you look like shit and I know you didn’t drink that much.” You asked leaving the embrace but still close and caressing her shoulders. “Did Rick and you have a fight? Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“He… he didn’t do anything. We’re fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” But you couldn’t not worry when your sister in law looked like she had been crying all night long. Would it be possible that Shane didn’t listen to your advice? You knew Lori was trying to distance from him, even if in the wrong way and even if the best thing to do in the moment was for both of them to sit and have a talk with Rick. But you knew she was trying.

“Of course I worry. We’re sisters. If it was Shane…” Before you said what you wanted to say Carl left the room and you had to stop talking. “Good morning little man!” You said and soon embraced him.

“Good morning Aunt Y/N, did you sleep well?” He asked after your embrace.

“Yeah, and you?”

“Me too, It was so good to sleep on a good place after so long.” Even the kids knew how to appreciate the comfort you all lose.

Rick apparently was knocked out, you didn’t blame him… he was the one that drank the most. Lori was going to wake him up, so you decided to go have your breakfast, siblings morning hug could wait. You took Carl with you, followed by Luna that would smell everything along the way. When you were close to the kitchen she ran lefting both of you behind.

“I think Luna can already smell the breakfast.” Carl commented, you laughed that was pobrably true.

When you arrived to the kitchen you discovered the true reason that she ran. Him. Daryl Dixon. And probably he was the reason why she started to scratch the door to go out making you wake up. ‘Are you in love with him Luna?’ You thought, because seamed that even your dog had a crush on the man. Talking about him, you hoped it would not be weird between you two today, because you would hate yourself for it. But he made a pinky promise, right? And he was not happy about making it, so he’s probably going to comply with it.

“Morning everyone!” You said once you were in the kitchen. Glenn had his face on the table hid by his arms and mumbled something incomprehensible, Sophia answered back, as did Carol.

“Mornin’” Daryl replied from where he was being overwhelmed by Luna’s love.

“I think that’s it, I’m gonna give her to you. It’s clear now that she likes you better.” You declared, he just mumbled something face getting tinted in red at your sight remembering the last night.

“You can’t give the gifts you receive to others, Y/N/N.” Shane complained playfully entering the room. Luna was a gift from him and Rick, like many other things you had. He came to you and hugged you, giving a kiss on the top of your head. “Good morning.”

“Morning…” you replied appreciating the hug. Now that you were on good therms again both of you felt comfortable about it. “But look at her Shane, she obviously doesn’t like me anymore.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” He said pulling away from the hug. You looked at him and saw a bruise on his face and neck, like someone scratched him pretty bad. ‘Shane… what kind of stupid shit did you do?’, you thought to yourself.

“What is this?” You asked pointing at him.

“Er… I think I scratched myself while sleeping, I woke up and was like this.” He gave the excuse, you didn’t believe, but you would not make a scene right now.

You sat on the table and ate your breakfast in silence, thinking about everything and trying to put the pieces together and you were not liking the path your thoughts were going, because the pieces you put together told you Shane was a rapist and you could not conceive the fact that maybe he tried to force Lori to something. You got chills at the thought, but was soon distracted when your brother entered the room.

“You look like shit.” You blurted your thoughts without thinking much.

“Good morning for you too, wanna know something? It feels like shit too.” He came to you and you hugged his waist not worrying about getting up from your chair.

During the breakfast Dale questioned Jenner about the things you needed to know, he was not wrong you really were there for answers. Jenner took you to the control room and asked the virtual assistant to play for you one of their experiments and you could see a person dying and reanimating afterwards. At the same time it was shocking, it was very impressive to see the human brain functioning.

In a short time you also discovered that your time in the CDC was getting short, you were going to get short on air, electricity and the whole building would go on flames. Like, how could he let this out and tell nobody the day before? You ran to take all your things from the rooms and get out of there as fast as possible, but the doors were closed and chaos was everywhere, some tried to break the doors, others tried to convince Jenner to open the goddamn door. And Jenner revealed to everybody that Rick thought it was a question of time for all of you to be dead.

“And he didn’t lie smart pants, we’re probably all gonna die soon or later, but we don’t wanna die right now so open the fucking door” you had already lost your patience and were considering if beating his ass wasn’t a so bad alternative.

You don’t know exactly how, but Rick convinced Jenner to open the door. The son of a bitch could open the door all this time! Jacqui decided to stay and there wasn’t much you could do about it. You tried to convince her, but nothing worked. Andrea also decided to stay and Dale stayed to try convincing her, you were not going to wait and see the results. You grabed your things and Luna’s harness and ran as fast as you could to the exit.

When you got to the exit you couldn’t leave using the door, the only way was a big glass in the building that apparently was bulletproof cause it was very resistant. To your lucky Carol had found a granade in Rick’s clothes while washing it and you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All of you shielded behind some stairs, Daryl “hugged” you kind of shielding you and Luna from anything and the granade exploded breaking the glass. As soon as the glass was broken Rick commanded everyone to go and leave. You saw all the glass on the floor and you couldn’t possible let Luna step on them. You tried to carry her with much difficulty, she was a big dog, even for a female. Daryl was almost jumping outside when he turned and saw you struggling to carry the dog.

“Come on! Hurry up!” He said a little pissed, a little nervous and a little angry too.

“I’m going I can’t let her step in the glass!” You stated. He grunted and came to you taking Luna from you, he carried her fast and easily to the “exit” what helped you being faster too.

“After all this shit, you better fucking obey me.” He said to the german shepherd putting her on the ground, taking your pulse and running to the cars.

As soon as you got to the car he opened the door, You entered it and next thing you knew he was telling you to get down, his body pressed on yours and an enormous explosion was heard.

His face was hidden on your neck, you could feel his warm breath and you couldn’t help but remember from the last night. You were feeling like a teenager full of hormones again. After some moment he raised his face and looked at you.

“Are ya alright?” He asked looking at your face. “Sorry if I crushed ya.”

“I’m fine. It’s okay, thanks for the help.” You answered, before you could do anything Luna, that was on the truck’s floor, licked Daryl’s face with no warning.

“Not my mouth Luna!” He complained, you couldn’t resist but laugh.

“I think we can get up D.” You said still laying in the car seat with him on top of you.

“Er… yeah, sure. It’s true.” He got up, opened the car door so you two could organize things to leave and for a moment you contemplated all the destruction that explosion caused.

Soon Dale and Andrea could be seen and you were glad that they could make it in time. First thing you decided to leave the place, you could decide were to go after it. You stopped at the Vatos’ place, you didn’t know this place, but it looks like Glenn, Daryl, T.Dog and Rick ran through it last time they were in Atlanta.

When you entered the place it was clearly abandoned, but soon you discovered dead bodies, some where shoot and others stabbed. You don’t know how Andrea could think hey were dead by walkers, it made no sense. That was cruel. All those elderly people executed.

“They were good people.” Rick sadly told you. “They tried to appear tough so other would not harm them… It looks like it didn’t last for a long time.”

He told you how they cared for these elderly people that were abandoned to die by the ones that took care of them. It was incredibly touching all the history and sad how it ended. Sometimes, you thought if this world were a place for good people.

You needed a place to stay, so you found an empty room so you all could pass the night before heading to Fort Benning. The room would be crowded for all of you, but at least would be sure everyone was safe. Daryl offered to take the first watch, sitting by the window. You chose a spot in the back of the room to put your sleeping bag and take some rest.

Hands. Dead hands. Grabing you. Pulling you. You fought against them, but they were too many. You had no weapons. Nothing. You tried, but you couldn’t fight longer and when you gave up fighting you were bitten, once you felt the stabbing pain, you woke up. Fighting for air. A burning sensation on your chest. Fuck. You hated nightmares, and since the world ended you had plenty of them. You sat and looked around for Luna, she was nowhere close to you and now you could use some cuddle with her.

In the dark room you could see Daryl’s silhouette at the window, and now you had an idea where Luna could be. You got up and approached the archer.

“Go to sleep, I’ll take watch now.” You said sitting by the other side of the window.

“Nah, not happening. My watch’s not over and T.Dog said he was taking next watch.” Anyone else would gladly go to sleep and let you on watch, but ‘Daryl’s fucking stubborn’ you thought.

“I’m not sleeping now, so you could use some sleep.” You stated and focused your attention on the window.

“Was it bad?” He asked and for a second you didn’t understand. “The nightmare.” He knew you had one, even in the dark he could see your sleep was not a peaceful one.

“Yep.” You gave a short answer, funny because most of the time you did all the conversation and Daryl didn’t have to talk much.

“Do ya really think we’re all gonna die?” Yes, you really thought, and that terrified you. You were afraid of dying, but you were absolutely scared of everyone you cared about dying and being left alone. So, you were terrified and also a little selfish for not thinking about how the others would be if you died first.

“Eventually? Yes. We’re out numbered.” You said, you just didn’t know when or how, but the odds were not on your favor. “I-I don’t wanna die.” You confessed, just because you thought everyone was going to die, it didn’t mean you were not afraid of dying. “And I don’t want neither of you to die.”

He could give you any harsh answer. He did got mad back at the CDC when he heard Rick said everyone was going to die and he also get pissed when you said he didn’t lie. But he could see you were frightened. He hated to show weakness, he was taught he couldn’t be weak. You were usually strong, of course you were very emotional like most women, but you were different… you knew how to fight, you’d kill walkers and not be afraid to protect the people you cared. Eventhough the first connection you made you were in a vulnerable moment, he could see your strength. So he could not bring himself to lose his temper with you at this moment. Also the fact that if your conversation got heated you would wake everyone up, helped a little.

“Don’t think about it. We’re gonna survive. We’re gonna fight. I can’t say that we aren’t gonna die, but we’re gonna be a pain in the ass of death, cause she’s gonna have to work her ass to kill us.” You thought this was the time he had most talked in all the time you knew him, it was not typical from him to talk much. “Ya aren’t giving up. Ya aren’t gonna stop fighting. Promise me.”

“Are you really asking me to make a promise?” You asked incredulously, he was so resistant to make a promise to you the day before. You were almost incapable to hold a laugh when you saw his hand in front of you with his pinky raised.

“C’mon, I don’t have the whole night.”

“Ok, I promise. I’m not giving up or gonna stop fighting.” You linked you pinky with his and sealed with your thumbs.

Daryl got up and went to T.Dog, waking him up to take the watch. He came at you and said: “Let’s sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping D.” You tried to say, you couldn’t dare closing your eyes and seeing the horrible scene from your nightmare.

“The watch is mine Y/N/N, you can go to sleep.” T.Dog said taking the place near the window.

“C’mon” Daryl called you again.

You followed him to the spot where you were sleeping previously he dropped his sleeping bag on the side of yours and gestured for you to lay down to sleep. You laid turned to his side, he had his back on the floor and stared at the ceiling, but he could feel your eyes on him.

“Go to sleep.” He whispered turning to you.

“I can’t, I feel that I’m gonna be there again if I close my eyes…” you didn’t need to say much, he knew you were talking about the nightmare.

“Ya’re not there. Ya here. I’m here.” He said and what he did next you didn’t expect. His hand went to yours and he intertwined your pinkies. And you could not help but feel a warm feeling in your heart. “Now, let’s sleep.”

The next morning you woke up with Luna licking all of your face. You tried protecting your face, but she wasn’t going to give up. You sat and didn’t saw Daryl by your side anymore. Everyone was getting ready to leave, so you had to do the same.

When everyone was ready a discussion about having less cars started, it was agreed that it would be better to economize fuel. You’d only remain with Carol’s Cherokee, the RV and Merle’s bike, that was now Daryl’s. You’d be all crushed in the cars, butyou had to make choices.

You were already leaving the room when Daryl stopped you. “I think it’s better if you go with Rick. The bike isn’t very comfortable for 2 during a long trip.” You should have seen it coming, but well… he was kind of right.

“Sure, no problem.” You smiled, he wasn’t wrong but you couldn’t help feeling upset. You liked travelling with him. “I’m sure Luna and me can fit well on the back of the Cherokee.”

Rick made sure to make some space for you in the back of the cherokee and you sat back there while Luna sniffed everything.

“Can I go in the back with you Aunt Y/N?” Carl asked you by time he entered the car.

“Sorry Carl, there’s no room for you AND it’s safer where you are.” You said, there was room and you knew he would play that card, he was a smart kid, so you played the “safe” card before he could come with something smart.

The rest of the car trip was uneventful, that is until you came to a huge block on the road made by several abandoned vehicles. You tried going until the radiator hose of the RV broke. You all got out of the cars and decided to look infor supplies or anything useful. You found some snacks, headache pills and a kitchen knife. Not much to be honest. You thought you’d be more successful looking for fuel and car parts.

You gave up and went to Daryl and T.Dog, to help and learn how to siphon fuel. You could be alone anytime and need it, so it was a useful thing to know. Then you heard Rick telling everyone to hide, a herd was coming. Fuck. Where were you supposed to hide with a fucking gigantic dog and at the same time make the dog quiet?

You brought Luna behind a van that was kind of transversal on the road and had concrete blocking on the other side you sat there on the floor and put the harness around Luna’s mouth hopping it would be enough to make her quiet until the herd passed. Memories of your nightmare came to your mind and you tried to calm yourself and your breathing, that wasn’t a good time to panic. They were passing while you prayed for whatever was out there that they would not see you. You were well hidden but if one of them tripped and fall on you, you were doomed for sure.

As soon as all of them were gone, Daryl came to find you. “Are ya ok?” You got up and nodded, but he knew you were far from ok, you were shaking.

Soon you heard a commotion and ran back to where everyone was. Sophia had run to the woods followed by walkers. Shit. If it could get worse, it would get worse. Carol was despaired and when Rick came back without the little girl she cried even more. Lori and you hugged her trying to reassure that they would find her. “Daryl is the best tracker, he’ll find her.” You said while rubbing her back.

T.Dog had an ugly cut on his arm, you take a first aid kit to clean it and cover. You were a doc after all, an animal doc, but nobody could ask much during the apocalipse, and you knew how to properly disinfect the wound. “Wow, it looks bad. I think you need stiches, but we also don’t have anything to do this. Some antibiotics would do good.” You commented while cleaning the wound and preparing to bandage it.

“It’s gonna be ok, I’m tough. Don’t worry.” He say, but you knew you all should worry and take a look on him from time to time, because if he had fever the chances of it going really wrong were big.

When Daryl and Rick came back without Sophia it was heartbreaking. They said they encountered a walker and they killed and opened it to make sure it didn’t kill or ate Sophia. Just imagining gave you chills. Carol blamed Rick for leaving the girl alone while he was actually trying to save her. You couldn’t blame Carol for her reaction, but you couldn’t blame your brother either. It was not his fault, it wasn’t Sophia’s fault too.

Soon all of you went to sleep with the promise to find Sophia in the morning. You laid with Luna and Carl in the back of the Cherokee and while they slept peacefully you couldn’t dare to allow yourself to sleep… until your eyes closed and you did.

Final Note: Thanks for everyone reading, liking, reblogging and commenting, it’s really good to receive your feedback.

Taglist: @sunnybunnyy2

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[merakiui]

Feral octotrio finding reader or mc stuck in a breeding bench while she's begging them to ether get her out or leave her alone~ too bad the boys are in heat ~ XD I love imaging them being territorial, fighting amongst themselves for her like she's food before compromising ~

Octavinelle after hours sure are something. :)

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, breeding kink/pregnancy mention, aphrodisiac use, implied dub-con, restraints, mention of blackmail)

They’re terrible. <3 they find you stuck in that bench and smiles sharpen on their faces. What a blessing this is. You’re really too generous, letting them use your tight, little hole for as long as they want. You might be overwhelmed with aphrodisiacs and by the time they’ve all had a go you’re probably too fucked out to even think coherently. If you think they’re all going to be satisfied with a single round, you’re sorely mistaken. Seeing your restrained body twitching and your chest rising and falling with every panting breath really has them pushing each other out of the way to get to you again. The visual is so very pleasing; you can be certain they’ll take a few photos to commemorate the evening. It also works as good blackmail.

You’ll be so exhausted and sore by the end of it, covered and filled to the brim with cum. You might even be begging them for more despite everything, and they think that’s so cute. If only you were more pliant and cooperative like this, but that’s what aphrodisiacs are for. Floyd stuffs any cum that’s dripping from your hole back inside, laughing to himself when you instinctively grind against his fingers. He tells Jade and Azul that they ought to keep you in the VIP room as stress relief. That’s all you’re really good for anyway since you can’t use magic and it’ll be much better if they can trap you in a contract while you’re so out of it, drunk on mind-numbing pleasure. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Having 24/7 access to you whenever they please is very ideal. You might not agree with it when you’re fully aware, but they’ll get you to see the upsides to it eventually.

Azul definitely told you he wanted to marry you in the height of his climax and you had nodded dumbly, broken wails spilling from your bruised lips. Maybe he’ll have you sign a marriage contract before you pass out. It’ll come in handy once you’re pregnant. Then you really can’t leave him. Floyd probably makes the salacious pictures he took of you his background on his phone so that he can stare at you whenever he wants (he’s notorious for whipping out his phone in class just to scroll through those photos and on full brightness, too). You can bet he’s hunting you down as soon as class ends to drag you off into an empty classroom so that you can take care of his hard-on. Jade probably enjoyed the fact that you were stuck in that bench way more than Azul and Floyd did. He’ll tease you about it whenever the chance arises. When you try to get out of working overtime at the lounge, he’ll pout and say something like: “I was under the impression you enjoyed our company. Perhaps we should consult someone a little more agreeable.” And he’ll play the video he took of you (at full volume with no shame) and you’re so cock-drunk that everything you say sounds like it’s come straight from one of Idia’s hentai doujins.

Speaking of Idia, you are never letting him persuade you into getting into that bench ever again. He quite literally fed you to the fish. </3 at least the photos make for good pose references. He’ll have to pay up if he wants to get a look at them. After all, pictures of Azul’s angelfish aren’t cheap. But since it’s Idia, there’s really nothing to fear. He’ll either use them for references or he’ll use them as visual aids when he masturbates. He’s really just as pathetic as Azul. orz

#twisted chit chat #meraki thirsts #yandere twst #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon #n/sfw #pure filth for the fish <3 #aaaa board game club azul & idia who make you model various outfits that get increasingly scandalous #you put two maidenless lads in the same room and depravity ensues

[alastoridiot-meta]

I CANNOT let this continue to be the false narrative throughout the fandom so let’s just talk about Alastor and whether he will be redeemed.

The simple answer I have to this is… absolutely. Like what do you think the message of this show IS.

Alastor is a charming and likable character. He’s edgy and soft and rigid in all the right ways for fandom to take and hold onto him. Viv has said before, along with what is shown in the show, that he tends to have a weird and sort of warped morality.

On one hand, he has no problem threatening Husk, torturing overlords, and overall being a nuisance to every powerful male character that he comes in contact with.

But on the other hand, he believes in being able to control YOUR OWN fate, as said in his fight with Adam “you should know more than anyone what a soul can do when they take charge of their own fate”, implying control over one’s personhood, destiny, and general LIFE. In fact, it’s this sentence that just speaks to so many of Alastor’s true ideals in consent and soul contracts. Like yes he owns huskers soul and maybe nifty’s, but husk only furthers my own agenda of “Alastor targets people with power”, for one reason or another, those people are overlords. HE EVEN IMPLIES IN STAYED GONE THAT HIS TRUE INTENTIONS ARE DISTURBING SYSTEMS OF POWER, GOING AGAINST THE STATUS QUO.

And i know it’s wordplay for destroying the Vee’s, but with the combined evidence of: the Vee’s being the main metaphors for exploitation and taking AWAY control over one’s fate, along with heaven and what the hotel stands for, this makes perfect sense as to WHY he joined the hotel in the first place. Because it’s not for entertainment, and I highly doubt it’s any sort of power. This, along with the previous weird obsession with Lucifer and destroying overlords in general, his friendship with an overlord who values the people she employs to such an extent that Charlie still has to WIN THEM OVER… it just goes against everything the fandom would LIKE to say/think about Alastor.

So I guess what I’m getting at here is that the fandom is acting like Alastor is this big bad villain guy with absolutely no redeeming qualities to build off of, people are acting like defying powerful systems is NOT at all a redeeming quality that Charlie can’t build off of or use to make him gain other qualities.

Not only this, but with Mimzy and his entire relationship with her, how he just lets her walk into his life knowing that she brings trouble and he only banishes her when she proves once again that she brings trouble… like, I’m sorry but it just feels like people actively ignore these things because they’re looking for logical morality systems. Even people who know that this is an aspect of his character, tend to lack the capacity to understand that Alastor can and IS very contradictory.

He CAN own husks soul and make deals with people in exchange for goods or favors, while also disliking the idea of a soul not having independence and/or charge of their own fates. It’s contradictory. It’s supposed to be.

And I guess it’s this that always makes me confused when there’s fanart of a redeemed/angelic Alastor that is FILLED with comments like “I’m sorry but Alastor will never be redeemed” “it’s impossible for his redemption” “cool art but it’ll never happen”, GUYS.

WHAT. IS. THE. MESSAGE. OF. THE. SHOW.

It’s FORGIVENESS. It’s CHANGE. The entire fight in heaven is literally the angels spewing the same rhetoric when talking about Angel, but of course the show has to take baby steps to say that yes, everyone deserves redemption. Everyone deserves the right to change. Everyone can change. Everyone WILL CHANGE.

Alastor already believes in redemption, I know that based off of his conversation with Adam ALONE. What makes you think he can’t work towards it? Even if that’s not now, don’t you think a person would try anything to escape a contract? It’s probably the main motivation for Angel at all.

And I just. I guess I don’t understand how people could be watching and believing in a message about change and forgiveness, while simultaneously refusing to see that a character like Alastor could change. Abusers can change. They should change. If not for themselves, then to stop the abuse they instill in the people around them.

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #I tagged them because they’re kind of relavent to this post #anyway the misunderstanding of his character is insane it makes me want to kms #to me I guess I feel it’s obvious but it’s so. annoying. it’s really really annoying. #because people just want to see a bad character that just likes to be bad and there’s nothing else to it #when even in that interpretation there’s so many contradictions to that #‘why does he want power? why to want power of course!’ #do you guys just want the mustache twirling trope #be honest #anyway I’m raw dogging this post I didn’t even re read it so hopefully it’s legible

[autisticlancemcclain]

Betrayer. Deceiver. Double-crosser. Fink. Turncoat. Rat —

“You are the biggest drama queen,” Hunk says in fond amusement. He even pats Lance’s head patronizingly.

Lance bats his hand away, turning to glare at his best friend and making a high, angry noise in the back of his throat so Hunk understands that Lance is still name-calling him in his mind even if he’s out of synonyms.

“I cannot believe you’re doing this to me.”

Hunk doesn’t even look a little bit phased, which is extra insulting. He should be wracked with guilt. How dare he. “I need to go study, Lance. I can’t stay any longer.”

Lance skids his board to a stop for dramatic effect, then throws his hands out to the side and scoffs as derisively as he can manage. “You can study here! With me! And watch me occasionally! So I am not here alone! And lonely and miserable and sad!”

Instead of immediately pledging to never leave Lance’s side again, Hunk only shakes his head at him in something like awe.

“You are truly something else,” he says. “If you told me you weren’t a graduate of dramatic arts at Julliard, I’d be shocked.”

Lance opens his mouth, then closes it again, trying so hard not to laugh and failing.

God, he fucking hates it when Hunk makes him laugh when Lance is trying to be mad at him.

(Even when he’s not really mad. But still.)

“You’re the worst and you don’t love me,” Lance informs him. Hunk just smiles, shaking his head, and starts to pack up his things. He’s been trying to study while Lance skates, but if Lance is being entirely, one hundred percent, no word of a lie, completely honest, then he can admit that perhaps he is a little tiny smidge distracting.

He can’t admit defeat, though. He and Hunk have known each other so long that the lines between friends and family blurred long ago, and if there’s one thing Lance knows, it’s that you never admit when your siblings are in the right.

On pain of death.

He huffs as loudly and melodramatically as he can, flopping on Hunk’s back with a hand over his eyes to slow the man down. He even squirms a little, determined to be extra irritating and at least knock a pencil out of his hand. Unfortunately for him, however, Hunk is well beyond used to his shit, and has no issue holding Lance up and still easily and neatly putting everything away into his backpack.

“I am going to start a mean rumour about you,” Lance tells him when he stands, gingerly removing Lance from his person.

“You are not,” Hunk dismissed easily. He doesn’t even look a little concerned, which is rude. Lance could totally be a massive evil douchebag asshole if he wanted, and it’s very cruel of Hunk not to support that path for him.

Lance tells him as much.

Hunk only laughs.

“You come to the skatepark by yourself every single day,” Hunk reassures, patting him a little more lovingly on the cheek than before. “You’re just being clingy because you’re bored now that you’re done school. But it’ll even out, Lance. Promise.”

Lance sighs, relenting. “Alright, fine. I suppose my heart will only break a little at your betrayal. I’ll probably heal.”

Okay, well, he relented a little.

Hunk grins, wrapping his big arms around Lance and giving him one of his patented ‘Hunk spontaneous spinal rearrangement’ hugs. “That’s the spirit! See ya, buddy. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Lance says, watching to make sure Hunk makes it to the bus safely. One his bus pulls away, he sighs again, to himself this time, and turns back towards the skatepark.

It’s not empty anymore — it was mostly just Hunk and Lance in the early afternoon, but by now school has let out and homework is done, so it’s pretty crowded. People of all ages are doing all sorts of tricks, using equipment and things that are very much not equipment to show off and dick around and generally have fun. Even more people are sitting and chatting around the edges of the grounds; parents supervising their kids, non-skater friends coming to watch, people taking a break, or just people enjoying the atmosphere. It’s always pretty packed by now, and will be for the next couple hours.

But Lance has shit else to do, since Pidge is away at her internship thingie, Veronica is on yet another date with the girlfriend of the month, Marco is a poser who thinks skateparks are stupid, Luis and Lisa and the kids are at hockey practice, and he and Rachel don’t hang out (they just occasionally accidentally show up at the same place, because they are rivals and Lance would not be caught dead asking her to come to the skatepark with him. That would be humiliating).

So Lance is on his own.

But that’s cool. Lance likes his own company. He’s cool as shit.

He chucks off his shirt — it’s only gotten hotter over the past couple hours, as the late spring sun peeks through the clouds — then kicks up and grabs his board, jogging over to his forgotten backpack to stuff his shirt inside. He digs around for his earbuds, now that Hunk’s gone home, and shoves them in his ears, scrolling through his playlists until he finds one to fit his mood — nothing too upbeat, but nothing in-his-feels; something chill that will fade into the background. Once he finally finds one that works, he takes off, hopping on his board and pumping his leg to get it rolling the second he hits the concrete.

He skates around for the next half hour, mouthing along to his music as he dodges random uncoordinated children and stoners alike, randomly doing tricks for no one in particular (but that are cool enough to get scattered “Nice, man!” comments from other skaters, which he will admit makes him preen).

Deciding that he can use more strangers thinking he’s cool, he sets his sight on the bigger rail of the two at the park, pushing on his board to get it to roll as fast as he safely can, curving around on of the pits, and flipping the edge of one end of the board at the last second to glide it along the end the rail. The impact shooting up his shins makes him grin sharply, loving the familiar ache of it, and he curves to keep his balance with the momentum coming off of the grind.

Only, the edge of the rail is too close to one of the short walls at the edge of the skatepark. And Lance was too busy basking in the feel of a successful trick to properly clock his surroundings to curve sharply enough to avoid heading straight for the wall. And there’s a guy sitting in the wall, looking intently at his sketch pad, right in Lance’s path.

He tries in the split-second he has to grind his board to a stop, putting all his weight on one foot to force the wood and wheels to scrape to a stop. It works, kind of, but his body keeps its momentum, sending him crashing for the guy. At the last second the guy notices Lance’s falling at him, and yelps, twisting away slightly as Lance hits the ground, sprawled on his ass, phone knocked from his pocket and earbuds ripped from his ears.

Brain tipping out of his ears, too, because the guy Lance has nearly hit is cute as all hell, and holy shit is Lance losing his ability to think at frightening speeds.

“Hi,” he says, putting an arm behind him to balance and untensing slightly.

The guy smiles, which softens his whole face; big indigo eyes sparking with amusement and pierced lip quirking up slightly.

“Hi yourself,” he says. He puts his ripped-jean clad legs back down on the ground now that Lance is not at the risk of slamming into them at top speeds, resting his sketchbook on his knees. If Lance had his good sense he’d make an emo joke, what with the black skinny jeans, black and white striped shirt under a band t-shirt, fingerless gloves, beat up black Chucks, choppy black mullet, and more chains and studs than he can actually count, but unfortunately this boy is quite possibly the prettiest person he’s every seen and Lance is always kind of a goober around pretty people.

“You’re hot as hell,” he blurts.

Case in point.

Luckily for him, Cute Emo Boy doesn’t roll his eyes and stomp away — well he does roll his eyes, honestly, but it’s more of an amused thing, so Lance isn’t counting it — and even laughs a little. He glances Lance up and down, slowly, making it abundantly clear that he’s checking Lance out.

Lance flushes.

“You’re okay,” Cute Emo Boy teases. “I mean, for a shirtless skater boy.”

Lance scoffs. He is great for a shirtless skater boy, thanks very much. High above average, even. “Not everyone can pull off the cute emo boy look.”

Cute Emo Boy laughs again, and before Lance can stop himself Lance pumps his fist in success.

(Step one to making people fall in love with you — have them think your dumbass tendencies are funny.)

Cute Emo Boy shakes his head, still grinning, and returns to his sketchbook, lining something lightly with a pencil. “You’re something, Skater Boy.”

Lance narrows his eyes. He knows what Capitalised Letters sound like. He is doing the same thing in his own head, which means Cute Emo Boy has also given him a nickname, which means he is as interested in knowing Lance’s name as Lance is in knowing his.

Well, hopefully.

“The name’s Lance.” He doesn’t bother sticking out his hand to shake, because he honestly finds handshaking to be kind of disgusting, but leans back on his hands and tries to summon his smoothest, most player grin. He imagines Cute Emo Boy trying to hide flushed cheeks and a swoon (look Lance is tired of being the only red-cheeked one here, okay, time to even up the score) in the face of Lance’s loverboy scale turned up to eleven.

But Cute Emo Boy doesn’t even look up from his sketchbook.

“I know.”

Lance freezes. Shit. Does he somehow know Cute Emo Boy? Has he forgotten he name? He never does that! He’s very good with names and faces!

“Your babysitter said it lots of times earlier,” Cute Emo Boy continues. “Often with varying levels of exasperation.”

Lance is confused for a second, then he realises what Cute Emo Boy is implying and his jaw drops in indignation.

“Hunk is not my babysitter! I am twenty one years old!” he squawks. “Meanie!”

The corner of Cute Emo Boy’s mouth is twitching, again; Lance’s main clue that he is very much flirting and not just clowning Lance for no reason.

(Would Lance be any less attracted to this man if he was being mean for no reason?

…Well. Lance has never claimed to have good, healthy taste.)

“Could have fooled me. With all the —” he looks up from his sketchbook briefly to imitate Lance’s presumable expression from earlier — “‘Hunk! Hunk! Hunk! I’m doing a trick! Watch!’ I thought you might have just been part of the after-school crowd.”

Lance pouts. Cute Emo Boy pats his knee condescendingly.

“Hunk is childish too,” he grumbles, conceding to the point that he was, perhaps, acting like a child forcing a parent to watch them do a flip every three seconds. “I had to bust out the Drunk Hunk Backpack Leash on Friday because he kept trying to run away from us.”

The story startles another laugh out of Cute Emo Boy, which Lance relishes. “Sounds fun. And a little embarrassing.”

For a moment Lance scrambles for something to say — he can’t let the conversation end, he has to keep talking to this man who smiles and laughs at Lance’s jokes and who finds his ridiculousness endearing, apparently, and who is also lowkey hot which doesn’t hurt — but then something occurs to him.

Cute Emo Boy has been watching him. For some time, obviously, or he wouldn’t be able to tease Lance about Hunk.

Cute Emo Boy is into him, concretely, and has been for longer than Lance has even noticed him, which means Lance has the upper hand in this scenario and might be able to tease a blush out of the hottie yet.

Hell yeah.

“It was,” Lance agrees, letting some of the cockiness bleed into his voice. Cute Emo Boy hears it easily, finally looking up from his sketchbook to look at Lance with a raised eyebrow. Lance pauses a moment for dramatic effect, because yes, okay, he’s a bit of a drama queen. “Almost as embarrassing as watching someone skate for two hours without bothering to try and talk to them.”

Just as he predicted, Cute Emo Boy flushes, completely caught out. He sputters for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse, and Lance goes for a double whammy.

“I didn’t spend that time trying to put their likeness to paper, either.”

It’s honestly just an estimated guess, that Cute Emo Boy has been drawing him, and it’ll be super humiliating if he’s guessed wrong. But Cute Emo Boy’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click, and he goes even redder, turning his gaze back to his sketchbook.

“…Point to Lance,” he concedes after a moment of silence.

Lance grins. Bingo.

“I’ll trade in my point for your name, I think. Can’t keep calling you Cute Emo Boy if I’m going to take you out on a date.”

“Keith.” Cute Emo Boy grins wide enough to show off crooked incisors. “And I guess I wouldn’t mind spending some more time getting to know you. It’ll be good drawing practice, at least. I can’t quite seem to get your eyes — they’re a shade of brown I haven’t seen before.”

Pleased, Lance leans closer to Cute Emo Boy — to Keith — and opens his eyes a little wider, catering to his unspoken request.

Maybe, in hindsight, he can forgive Hunk’s betrayal.

———

based off this video

#watch the video it’s cute as hell #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #hunk #hunk garrett #lance & hunk #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #getting together #meet cute #modern au #skater lance #artist keith #autistic lance #autistic keith #brown eyed lance #flirty keith #flirty lance #dramatic lance #my writing #fic #banter #longpost

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 2

The Dead Land

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, non-specific injury, angst, nightmares (not described)

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Summary: Echo runs his first mission for Rex's resistance cell and learns more about his new companions.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

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This is the dead land

This is cactus land

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“I’m scanning at least four Venators in various stages of decommissioning,” Cerra said. “This one, near the equator, is still mostly intact. Probably our best bet for a functional pod.”

“Planetary security looks tight,” Echo said. “And there’s an Imperial outpost under construction. Looks like the Empire wants to oversee the Scrapper Guild in person here. If they spot us, it will complicate the mission.”

“Got a better option?” Cerra asked.

“No,” he conceded. “I don’t suppose I do.”

“Then let’s hope they don’t spot us.”

Entering atmosphere was bumpy as hell, and the sub-light drive was still making that disconcerting racket, but despite Echo’s pessimism, their shuttle went undetected. He flew low over the Venator, scouting for a landing zone that was at least somewhat secure.

“Any chance you can put us down on the flight deck?” Cerra asked.

“Negative,” Echo replied. “It’s blocked by debris.”

“Figures,” she sighed.

“There,” Echo said after a few moments of searching. “Plenty of cover, not too far from the Venator.”

He landed the shuttle as Cerra readied the cargo floater. Echo exited first, scanning for hostiles before motioning her forward.

“On the plus side, the shuttle blends in with the rest of the junk,” Cerra muttered.

They moved as quickly as possible with the unwieldy cargo floater, keeping a wary eye for Scrapper Guild members. The path was rough and littered with sharp, twisted durasteel fragments and shards of broken transparisteel. Cerra wore sturdy work boots and durable clothing, and she had a blaster strapped to her thigh, but Echo hated how vulnerable she appeared without armor or a helmet. If she slipped and fell, she could easily sever an artery in this scrapheap. He resolved to help her get her gear in order before the next time she went offworld. 

They picked their way stealthily to the massive ship, and once aboard, made their way through the shadowy corridors. Cerra seemed to know exactly where she was going, and Echo realized she must have spent a significant amount of time on a Venator. The ships were confusing to navigate even when they were powered up and illuminated, and based on the amount of dust and refuse that littered the passageways, this one hadn’t been operational in a long time.

When they finally reached the med bay, Cerra dropped her satchel and got to work while Echo stood guard.

“Better make sure this thing actually works before I tear it out,” Cerra said.

“I hope you don’t need me to restore power to the ship,” Echo said, remembering Bracca. “I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Rex warned me,” Cerra said. “I brought an auxiliary power unit. It doesn’t have enough juice to actually run the pod, but I can at least make sure it’ll turn on.”

She connected a cable to her small power unit, and pumped her fist in victory when the screen flickered to life. 

“Wizard,” she mumbled, disconnecting the cable and immediately beginning the complicated process of uninstalling the pod. She worked in efficient silence, stopping occasionally to consult a datapad, and within an hour, they loaded the surgical pod onto the cargo floater and began their return journey to the shuttle. 

“I need to make a detour,” Echo said as they approached the armory. 

Cerra nodded and moved to guard the entrance, blaster ready. Echo quickly found what he was searching for, extracted it, and returned to the cargo loader. Cerra didn’t question him once he was back, merely resumed her rapid progress. With the cargo floater fully loaded, it was trickier to get out of the Venator than it had been to get in, and Cerra lost her footing, tumbling down the hull and slamming to the ground.

Echo cursed and ran to help her. “You good?”

“Yeah, all good,” she said. “Gloves are toast, though.”

She stripped off the mangled gauntlets. They had, fortunately, protected her hands from being cut when she scrambled for purchase on the jagged piles of scrap, but in their present state, they would only serve to hamper her dexterity.

“Better not fall again,” she said with a shrug.

As the shuttle came into view, Echo spotted movement and froze.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said grimly. “Scrappers have found the shuttle.”

“I guess the camouflage wasn’t as good as I thought,” Cerra said. “How many?”

“Three at least. We need to get rid of them before they call for backup.”

Cerra craned her neck to see around the pile of rubbish where they were hiding. “Damn. It’d be nice to have a sniper right about now.”

Echo chuckled drily. “Yeah. Ready?”

“Say the word, boss.”

“Go.”

They got as close as they could before they broke cover and fired on the scrappers. They stunned the three they could see, and Echo ran to secure the ship while Cerra retrieved the cargo floater. As he powered up the shuttle, he could see her running full tilt toward him, pushing the cumbersome lift ahead of her. Just when he began to think they’d managed to make a clean break, he saw a flash in his peripheral vision, and a shot blasted into the floater as a scrapper opened fire on Cerra from their vantage point inside the hulk of a derelict freighter. Cerra ducked behind the surgical pod and returned fire, and Echo ran to back her up, cursing. He laid down cover fire as she wrangled the floater up the shuttle ramp, and as soon as she slapped the control to close the ramp, he leapt back into the pilot’s seat and took off.

The shuttle jostled from the impact of blaster bolts as the scrapper continued firing, but within seconds, they were out of range. Cerra secured the cargo as Echo piloted them out of atmosphere, and as soon as they were clear of the planet’s gravity well, they jumped to hyperspace.

It was the middle of the night when they arrived at the repair shop, but Gregor was waiting on the landing platform outside the garage. As they disembarked, he sent Echo a casual salute and handed Cerra a cup of caf.

“Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite commando?” she asked, gulping the hot liquid as though it were life itself.

“I think I’m the only commando you know,” Gregor chuckled.

“Still my favorite,” she said. “Ugh, I can’t wait to shower. That planet was disgusting.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait,” Rex said. “The timeline for Fireball’s extraction just got a lot tighter. We need to finalize our plan tonight and move out in the morning.”

Cerra shrugged. “Your call, Cap. You’re the one who has to smell me.”

As Cerra walked into the garage, Gregor narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re injured.”

“It’s nothing,” she said.

Echo glanced at her and realized she was hunching slightly to the side as though to protect her ribs, and he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. There was no blaster wound, so she must have hurt herself when she slid off the hull of the Venator. Gregor arched a disbelieving eyebrow and strode directly to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets until he found a small medkit.

“Let me see,” he ordered.

“Bossy,” Cerra grumbled, but she shed her jacket and sat obediently on the sofa. 

Gregor peeled her shirt up her torso, and Echo turned away to give her privacy. Still, he heard Gregor’s hiss.

“Karking hell, Cerra.”

“It looks worse than it is,” she said.

“Really? Because it looks like you got drop-kicked all the way to Karthon and back. What happened?”

“I fell off a spaceship like a kriffing idiot,” she said. “Are we going to get this mission briefing started, or are we all just going to stand around yammering about nothing?”

Rex frowned. “Don’t you want to wait until Gregor finishes with the bacta?”

“I want to take a farking shower,” she snapped, and despite himself, Echo glanced at her, surprised by the sharpness in her tone.

Gregor worked quickly, but it was obvious that Cerra was in a considerable amount of pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her clenched fists shook as they rested on her knees.

“Almost finished,” Gregor murmured quietly.

“Good,” she said as her voice broke. 

“Does it hurt when you breathe?” She merely shrugged in response, and Gregor gave her an impatient look. “I need to know if you cracked any ribs.”

“Why? Nothing you can do for that anyway,” she said.

“I can put you on light duty,” Rex said.

Cerra shot him an irate glare. “Nope, doesn’t hurt to breathe. In fact, I feel great. Never been better. Can we please, please get started?”

“Fine,” Rex sighed as he began to outline the plan of attack.

Gregor finished with the bacta as Rex spoke, then put away the medkit and quickly returned to the sofa. As he sat, he gave Cerra’s hand a little squeeze, and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as she closed her eyes. Echo would have thought she had fallen asleep, except she occasionally asked a clarifying question or commented on the plan.

As Rex wrapped up the briefing, he said, “It’s vital that we remove Fireball’s chip as soon as possible, so Cerra will remain here and get the surgical pod operational. Any questions?”

Gregor and Echo shook their heads. Cerra watched Rex with an unreadable expression. When nobody spoke up, Rex dismissed them all with orders to get some sleep. Gregor went to the barracks, while Echo headed for the refresher, just as desperate for a shower as Cerra. As he left, he overheard her speak to Rex in a low voice.

“Can I have a word?” she asked.

The two disappeared into the small office at the back of the garage, and Echo took the longest shower of his life, reveling in the luxury of hot water. As much of his life as he’d spent on starships, he was accustomed to the efficiency of sonic showers, but there was no way in hells that he would opt for the sonic when a real shower was available. By the time he finished, he was relaxed and bone-weary, and he headed straight for the barracks.

A low, strained conversation emanated from behind the office’s closed door. Echo didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but his cranial implant amplified Cerra and Rex’s voices as they argued.

“—can handle himself. He has more training than any of us,” Rex said.

“It’s not about his ability,” Cerra said. “It’s about keeping him alive. He’s been through enough.”

Echo slowed to a halt. Were they arguing about him? Did Cerra not think he was capable? He frowned. She hadn’t said anything during their mission to Karthon, and she’d seen him in action. He could take care of himself, and he didn’t need her interfering with Rex’s plans.

“We need his infiltration skills,” Rex said.

“Dank farrik, Rex, you saw the extent of his brain damage when AZI removed his chip. Another hit could kill him.” Cerra kept her voice down, but her distress was evident.

Gregor, Echo understood suddenly. Cerra was worried about Rex’s plan to use him on the extraction team. Echo hadn’t realized how severe the injuries hiding beneath the commando’s irreverent disposition were.

“He knows it’s dangerous,” Rex argued.

“He doesn’t care about the danger because he trusts you so much that he’ll do anything you order,” Cerra said. “Use Echo on the infil team instead. Please, Rex. He’s just as skilled as Gregor, and he’s not at risk in the same way.”

“You know Gregor will never let me ground him,” Rex said.

“I’m not asking you to ground him. I’m asking you to assign him to pilot the ship instead of being part of the extraction team.”

“Cerra, I will protect him,” Rex began.

“Like you protected Fives?” Her voice cut like a vibroblade.

Despite himself, Echo gasped. Rex was silent.

“I’m sorry,” Cerra said after a tense moment. “That was out of line.”

“No,” Rex replied. “You’re right. I’ll put Gregor on pilot duty.”

After a long pause, Cerra finally responded. “Thank you.”

Echo realized he’d been listening much longer than he’d intended to. Shaking himself, he hurried to the barracks and climbed into his bunk. It was some time before Cerra entered, and Echo assumed she must have finally gotten her shower. She moved silently through the shadowed room and climbed into her own bunk. She must have been exhausted, because within a few minutes, he could hear her breath even out as she dropped into slumber.

He was jealous of her ability to fall asleep so easily. He’d never slept well, even before Skako Minor, and his insomnia had only gotten more severe after his experience with the Techno Union’s particular brand of hospitality. Still, he must have dozed off at some point, because quite suddenly, his eyes snapped open at the sound of a distressed whimper.

The sound was barely audible. Echo probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he hadn’t been so restless already. The cry came again, muffled and indistinct, and Cerra thrashed in her bunk. 

Gregor moved with such impressive stealth that Echo didn’t even realize he’d gotten up until he heard the commando quietly murmur words of comfort under his breath.

“Gregor?” Cerra asked in a hushed, broken voice.

“Shh, I’m here,” he whispered.

The bunk creaked, and Echo heard the soft rustle of bedding being rearranged.

“I’ve got you,” Gregor said softly. “You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cerra shuddered, and a muffled sob followed by stifled, gasping breaths rang out through the barracks. Echo could tell that she was trying to stay quiet by pressing her hands over her mouth. 

“It’s all right,” Gregor soothed. “All the way out, remember? One, two, three, four, five. You’re all right, sweetheart, I have you. Now breathe in. One, two, three, four, five.”

Echo had an uncomfortable sense of voyeurism, as though he were intruding on an intensely private moment, but there was nothing to be done. Gregor continued to quietly coach Cerra until she brought her breathing under control. Once again, the barracks descended into silence, and at last, Echo fell asleep. When he awoke early the next morning, Gregor and Cerra were still curled up together in Cerra’s bunk, fast asleep. Gregor was lying, fully clothed, on top of the blanket, with Cerra’s body tucked securely against him and his arms wrapped around her.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [07]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Laito: Haah, haah...Bitch-chan, are you alright?

Yui: Y-Yeah...I’m more worried about you, actually...

Laito: I can handle this much just fine...

We have to get as far as we can while Azusa-kun is buying us time..Ugh...

Yui: Laito-kun!

Laito: ...Kuh...

Yui: ( He’s quite shaky in his step. We’ve been running non-stop ever since we left the manor after all... )

Let’s hide in the bushes for now.

It doesn’t seem like Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun have closed on us just yet, so it should be fine.

Laito: But...Uu...

Yui: Look, again...! I believe it’d be better to recover some of your stamina instead of pushing yourself to keep going. 

I can’t run for very long either since I just had my blood sucked...

( My head’s been spinning the whole time. But I’m even more concerned about Laito-kun... )

Laito: ...Good point...I guess we should rest up here...

*Rustle* 

Laito: ...Haah...

Yui: The dizziness won’t go away?

Laito: Exactly...If anything, I feel as if it’s getting worse and worse...

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure they’re related to his altered memories. )

( He’s trying to remember, yet he can’t...Which is why the inside of his head has become a mess... )

Laito-kun, would you like to rest your head on my shoulder? I believe it’ll help you feel a little better.

Laito: Fufu...Even though you were screaming for me to stop earlier...

Yui: Now’s not the time for that.

Laito: Right...I’ll take you up on your offer, I suppose.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Seems like he’s not as irritated as he was before... )

( Or perhaps his dizzy spells are just so bad, he doesn’t even have the time to think about being upset... )

Laito: I didn’t think Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun would choose that exact moment to attack...

Yui: Yeah. It didn’t seem like Ruki-kun or any others were with them, so I guess they came alone?

Laito: I guess so? They probably couldn’t get the taste of your blood out of their heads.

Yui: ( Right...They did say that they weren’t satisfied yet when they drank my blood before... )

Laito: I brought this situation upon us...I guess Carla will actually put my head on the chopping block if they manage to successfully take you away.

Selection

→ I won’t be taken away (♡)

Yui: I won’t be taken away. I don’t want to go with anyone else after all.

Laito: Such passionate words. But...Right now, they feel comforting, I suppose.

Right now, I definitely don’t want to hand you over to some other guy...

Yui: ( Eh? ...Does that mean...? )

( Is he slowly changing because his memories are on the verge of returning...? )

→ I won’t let you get killed (🖤)

Yui: I won’t let you get killed. I’ll jump in between again to stop him.

Laito: Please don’t...It gives me a near-heart attack watching you do that. I don’t get a kick out of that sort of thing.

Yui: B-But I definitely don’t want you to die.

Laito: There you go saying that sorta stuff again...

Laito: Say, I understand if you hold a grudge against me...I threw you under the bus so we could escape. 

I got a kick out of watching other guys suck your blood...and look at where that got us.

Yui: I don’t hold that against you. Besides, don’t talk as if it’s game over. We just have to get out of this situation.

Laito: You’re too kind for this world...I guess I wasn’t that wrong to call you a Saint...

Aah, I guess that’s not true. A holy woman would never make such lewd expressions while she’s being defiled...

Yui: Excuse me...!? Now’s not the time for that, is it?

...Hey, Laito-kun?

Laito: ...

*Thud* 

Yui: Laito-kun!? Laito-kun...!

( He’s unconscious...W-What nowーー )

ー She hears footsteps in the distance

Yui: ( ...Footsteps!? )

Kanato: So this is where you’re hiding. We’ve been looking for you.

Ayato: Hehe...No point in trying to run, you see?

Yui: ( They caught up to us...Now, out of all times... )

( Since they both made it here, I wonder if Azusa-kun is okay...? )

Kanato: ...? Is that Laito collapsed on the ground over there?

Ayato: Haah? He kicked the bucket already? I was so ready to fight him as well. Talk about a let-down!

Kanato: Oh well, this is fine. I only have business with Eve after all.

Ayato: So do I! Come on, this way.

Yui: Kyaah!

*Thud*

Yui: S-Stop...Put me down!

Ayato: Stop screeching in my ear! Shut up!

Yui: Laito-kun...Laito-kun...!!

( I’ll be taken away at this rate. Laito-kun...! )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to an open area in the forest

Ayato: There you go!

Yui: Kyaah!

*Thud* 

Yui: ( He didn’t have to throw me on the ground... )

Ayato: I guess we should be in the clear after making it this far.

Kanato: Exactly. Well then, I shall be taking Eve now.

Ayato: Aah? The fuck are you sayin’!? Who do you think carried her the whole way here!?

Kanato: Oh come on, get off your high horse when all you did was carry her.

Yui: ( They’re arguing...? I guess they took me here to have my blood after all. )

( But perhaps I can quietly sneak away while they’re quarreling... )

Ayato: ...Oi, you. Don’t be tryin’ to escape.

Yui: Kyah!?

Kanato: Do you truly believe you could get away from us? That’s quite the assumption to make.

Yui: I-I wasn’t trying to run or anything...

( It doesn’t seem like I’ll be able to escape after all...! )

Ayato: Anyway, she just doesn’t look that special to me, no matter how many times I see her.

Kanato: I don’t mind that. Her blood being exceptional is what matters to me. I could care less about everything else.

Ayato: Well, I guess nothing else matters as long as her blood’s delicious.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Stop...Don’t come any closer...

( If they manage to catch me, they’ll gang up on me again like last timeーー )

( ...My body’s shaking just from remembering it... )

Ayato: ...Hm? The scent of her blood changed?

Kanato: You’re right. It smells even richer than before. I suppose it’s because she’s frightened?

Fufu, I just had a great idea! I shall take care of all the ‘prep work’. All to make her blood taste even more delicious. 

Yui: ( Make my blood more delicious...? What does he plan to do...? )

Kanato: This branch should do the trick.

*Crack* 

Ayato: Why did you snap it off? You’re not gonna stab her with it, are you?

Kanato: I’m not you, I’d never do that.

I happen to have a box of matches on me which I brought from home. I’ll set this branch on fire...

ー Kanato lights the branch on fire

Kanato: Fufu...I’m pretty sure her blood will become even more rich if we give her a scare.

Ayato: I get it now.

ー They approach

Yui: No way...S-Stop...

Kanato: Come on, give me your arm? I’ll press this against it.

*Woosh* 

Yui: No!!

( It’s hot...The flame brushed against my arm...! )

Kanato: Just as thought, the scent of your blood keeps on growing richer.

I’m pretty sure it’ll become even more delicious if we use this fire to scorch her.

Yui: N-No way...I’m begging you, cut it out, both of you...!

Ayato: You should know your place, prey! In fact, you should be grateful that we’re willing to drink your blood!

Kanato: Exactly, you should be thankful! We’re taking our time to ‘season’ you to perfection after all. 

Yui: Hot...! No...Stop...!

Kanato: Fufu...Your teeth are clattering. Are you that terrified? 

Of course you are. One wrong move and you could get badly burnt. 

However, I won’t let you go. Please offer your high-quality blood to me.

Yui: ( The flame is approaching...If he were to press it against my skinーー )

No...Somebody...

Laito-kun!!

???: Cut it out...

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Move that hand away...

Yui: Laito-kun...

( He came to my rescue...! )

Ayato: Che, you followed us? You should have just stayed out cold. 

Laito: ...Both of you...Don’t take it any further...

Ayato: Aah? And why do we have to listen to you, huh?

You’re stumblin’ ‘bout like a newborn fawn. You want to try and take me on like that?

Laito: I do...Kuh...

*Thud*

Yui: Laito-kun!

Kanato: How pathetic. Why don’t you just stay there on your knees and watch? What happens to this girl, that is.

Yui: Kyaah!

Kanato: Don’t make such a fuss. What if I accidentally set you on fire!?

Laito: ...! Set on fire...? 

ー Laito gets flashbacks again

Laito: ...Right, it happenedーー on the balcony...

Ayato: Ah? Whatcha mumblin’ ‘bout? 

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: Ayato-kun was the one...who started it all...

Ayato: Hah? Me...?

Laito: Afterwards, I delivered the next blow. Then last was...Kanato-kun.

Kanato: Why are you mentioning me? What are you talking about?

Laito: I don’t know...But I’m positive that in the end, that woman was burnt to ashes...

Right, she went up into flames...That woman...And the one who has her heart is...

*Woosh*

Laito: Uu...Aah...Aaaaaah!!

Yui: Laito-kun!

Kanato: He went absolutely bonkers. Talk about being a nuisance to those around you.

Ayato: But somethin’ seems off, no?

Yui: Laito-kun! Laito-kun!! Please, get a grip!

Laito: Uu...Kuuh...

Yui: Laito-kun!!

( He suddenly started screaming, is he alright...? )

Laito: Haah, haah...Please don’t look so worried. I’m...fine, okay...?

I’m just fine...Yui-chan.

Yui: ( Eh? What did he say just now...? )

Laito: You two...You’re trying to burn the wrong girl...

In the past...We ended that woman’s life...

Don’t you dareーー make that same mistake again with her.

Ayato: Wha...?

Kanato: ...

Yui: ( Is he mad, maybe...? Laito-kun is... )

Monologue

Laito-kun was burning with rage within,

despite staying silent.

I could tell that even Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun,

held their breath at the impact of this.

Amidst still trying understand

everything that was going on,

I thought back to the words which I most definitely heard.

Laito-kun,

he called my nameーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cllaito7

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakuzu walks outside in the early morning, sees Hidan sitting on the front steps*

Kakuzu: Here you are. I woke up and you were gone. How long have you been sitting out here?

Hidan: Couple hours, I guess.

Kakuzu: *sits down beside him* So cold … *takes off his robe and slips it over Hidan’s shoulders* We talked about this, didn’t we? In your condition I expect you to take better care of yourself. Being up at 4am and sitting in the cold isn’t —

Hidan: I can’t do it, ‘Kuzu.

Kakuzu: You can’t take the time to put on a jacket?

Hidan: No, I mean … *puts his hands on his large belly* This. This kid. I can’t be its parent.

Kakuzu: What?

Hidan: You can stop with all the fucking lies already, Kakuzu. We both know I’m gonna make a shitty parent. You just said it; I can’t even take care of myself! How am I gonna take care of something that’s small and helpless and — and — *suddenly bursts into tears*

Kakuzu: *startled, but after a moment puts his arms around Hidan and holds him tightly*

Kakuzu: Shhhh, shhh, calm down, it’s okay, calm down …

Hidan, putting his face against Kakuzu’s neck: And you must be so fucking angry with me. I’ve trapped you, haven’t I? I’m about to give you a whole bunch of responsibilities and so many things you’ll need to spend money on …

Hidan: It’ll be like you have two babies to take care of, won’t it?

Kakuzu: Good.

Hidan, tearfully looking up at him: G-good? 

Kakuzu: That’s right; good. My gifts are multiplying. Instead of one precious thing, I’ll have two. And I’d die before I let any harm or unhappiness come to either of you.

Hidan: K-Kakuzu —!

Kakuzu: And you know what? I get that you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But this … *puts his hand on Hidan’s belly* is going to be the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing thing ever. A masterpiece; the best of you and the best of me.

Kakuzu: And you’re completely wrong, by the way, about you not making a good parent. You’re going to be superb. I feel it. And you won’t be doing it alone. Me and you, we’re a team. And pretty soon our team is going to add a new member and be stronger and better than ever. Fuck money; all that matters is the three of us. Okay?

Hidan: *starts crying again, although this time it’s happy tears* Y-you damn sappy old man —!

Kakuzu: And you know, not to be superficial or anything, but … you have never quite looked as good as you do now. Soft skin, curves, and you’re so emotional and sweet … *leans to whisper in his ear* I should have knocked you up years ago …

Hidan, blushing: Pervert. Don’t talk like that in front of the kiddo. I read they can hear voices while inside there.

Kakuzu: Interesting. *I* read that it’s the healthiest thing in the world for a child to see and hear two parents who show affection to each other. *starts kissing Hidan’s neck* Let me take you back to bed and show you what I mean …

Hidan: I’ll agree … on the condition that you make me breakfast first.

Kakuzu: *chuckles and stands up, giving his hands to Hidan and gently pulling him to his feet* Sounds fair. What do you feel like?

Hidan: Pancakes. And eggs.

Kakuzu: Alright, then I’ll —

Hidan: And bacon. And Turkey sausage links. And cereal with marshmallows in it. Chocolate and strawberry milk. Those little pastry things with the warm cream cheese inside. Apple pie with ice cream. A banana cut into slices. Some —

Hidan: *walks inside; still talking*

Kakuzu:

Kakuzu: Then again, I probably would have gone broke if he had gotten pregnant before this.

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #mpreg #kakuzu #hidan #hidan being soft for a change #this whole conversation was in my dream and I had to force myself awake to type it out before I forgot 🙃 #🖤🖤

[taiyaki-translations]

Murmurs of Flourishing Blossoms - 5

Season: Winter Characters: Kaoru, Mika, Tatsumi, Midori, Izumi, Shu, Chiaki Translator: taiyaki-translations

<Same day, a simple studio rented in Paris>

Izumi: First of all, let me be clear, today’s the only free day I have to give you this special lesson. If you dare waste my precious time, I will immediately send you on the return flight home, got it?

Kaoru: Now, now, Senacchi. Lighten up your expression. If you keep your face like that, you might get wrinkles.

Izumi: Ha? Wrinkles? Apologize to my face right now!

Midori: (Ugh… Why aren’t Kagehira-senpai and Kazehaya-senpai here… I want to get special lessons from Anzu-san too. Please don’t leave me to deal with these two seniors alone…)

Izumi: Takamine, what’s with that expression?

Midori: Uh… I’m sorry…!

Izumi: Why do you keep apologizing? No one’s asked you to say it. Look lively, not like you want to run away at any moment.

Midori: Hiii… I’m scared!

Kaoru: (Takamine-kun is tall but is acting like a scared little animal right now, while Senacchi likes to bully his juniors. So this scene of them together is really funny~)

(Still, if Takamine-kun gets too nervous, the effectiveness of the training will decrease and Senacchi will just get angrier. It’ll be one whole vicious cycle so I need to find some kind of common topic that will lighten the mood.) 

By the way, Moricchi also came to Itsuki-kun’s atelier last summer right? (1) Before Takamine-kun came here, did Moricchi give you any advice as your unit leader?

Midori: …Since I didn’t specifically tell him, Morisawa-senpai probably has no idea I’m here.

Kaoru: (Eh? Did I step on a landmine? Did Takamine-kun get into a fight with Moricchi?)

Midori: Sorry, that’s my phone. Let me check the number. It might be a spam call…

(So Morisawa-senpai’s alive… I don’t really want to answer, but seeing as he called me, it’s probably something important…) (2)

Chiaki: “Takamine! I didn’t expect you to take on overseas work so soon! I’m so proud of you!” 

“It would be better if you could give me a heads up while you’re at it, too! Are you getting accustomed to life in Paris?”

Kaoru: Moricchi~ Me and Senacchi are here too. Isn’t it mean of you to only say hello to Takamine-kun?

Chiaki: “Hakaze! Sena! I missed you both lots too! I’ll leave Takamine to you both, please take good care of my junior, will you? The four of us should go to karaoke together after you come home ♪”

Midori: Senpai, are you just going to sing a medley of the all-time Hero Sentai theme songs again? Honestly, you hummed them during practice so often I got sick of them…

Izumi: I’d expect as much… The last time we went to karaoke, this guy sang those songs and even did the dances. (3) It was sooo annoying.

Kaoru: Haha, Takamine-kun and Senacchi found something strange to bond over. As expected, the mood became a lot better because of Moricchi ♪

Chiaki: “Hahaha ☆ I don’t know what’s going on but if there’s ever any problems, just call for a hero!”

<The next day, shortly after the photoshoot>

Tatsumi: This garden is really special. Since the flowers are all varieties that bloom in the winter, they made this garden so we can enjoy their beauty and be healed by nature even in the loneliness of winter. 

Doesn’t the client’s choice of location for the shoot and exhibition reflect this wish?

Mika: Yeah! I’m already lookin’ forward to what kinda effect the exhibition will have ♪

At first, Midori-kun didn’t seem like he was in good condition, so I was worried. 

But durin’ the individual shoots, he seemed more relaxed. And the teddy bear that Midori-kun brought really made the whole setting all fairytale-like. The photographer was also very happy.

Midori: Ahaha, at first I was nervous because I kept repeating all of Sena-senpai’s pointers in my head… But thanks to Tatsumi-senpai taking a walk with me in the gardens, I was able to relax.

Tatsumi: I didn’t expect to come across a fan of Midori-san’s during the walk. Midori-san is really popular.

Midori: Technically, they are a Japanese fan that was travelling in Paris. They have been supporting RYUSEITAI for a while now, so I was really happy I could meet them by chance.

Tatsumi: I see, I’m sure the fan was thrilled. They kept hugging the teddy bear you gave them as a gift tightly. Their feelings were quite serious.

Midori: Ehehe, I feel completely healed. I’m so grateful to my fans and to my seniors. Thank you for taking care of me…♪

Tatsumi: I’m really glad I could be of help. Endings where everyone can be happy are the best, amen.

Kaoru: Here here~ Everyone, look who’s here—

Mika: Oshi-san?! Why are you here? I hope my performance didn’t disappoint ya…

Shu: Hmph, did you not care to judge for yourself? Or perhaps, did you carelessly release a product that you yourself thought was an imperfect, haphazard work? If that’s the case, then you truly should be ashamed.

Mika: Nnah, I think I did a good job…

Shu: Then you should be more confident! Don’t get caught up in the petty gossip of others nor try to seek recognition from authority figures! Show your pride as an artist!

Mika: (Oshi-san…! So dashin’…!) (4)

Kaoru: Oh, Anzu-chan, you were here. I was looking for you just now~

Actually, it’s not that important… No… That’s not to say it isn’t important but uh… Um! A-Anyway, p-please accept this bouquet…!

Haha, I’m less nervous when I see you smile. I was worried you wouldn’t like it. 

Uh? Why am I suddenly giving this to you? Well, we were all holding flowers during the photo shoot, so I was worried you’d be sad that you didn’t get one too, despite being the only girl present ♪

Just kidding~ I wanted you to relax a little here, Anzu-chan, but since you came overseas, you’ve been receiving special training in making costumes and arranging the exhibition hall. I was hoping this would cheer you up at least a little bit.  

Although not all of them have expressed it in words, everyone cares about you and this bouquet is to show our gratitude. 

We’ve all had a lot of fun these past few days. It’s all thanks to you that our trip overseas has gone so smoothly.

Mika: Ngah, Hakaze-senpai is so sly. Sneakin’ off secretly t’ say all this to Anzu-chan by himself~

Kaoru: Haha, you just have to seize the opportunity yourself at times like this ♪

Let me ask one more question. Before we left, Anzu-chan asked us what the most important thing we brought with us was. I was actually curious about what Anzu-chan’s answer would be?

Mika: I wanna know too! There’s lots of things I wanna talk about with Anzu-chan as well—

Kaoru: You’ll give your answer after thinking it over carefully? That’s fine, you can take your time. We have lots of it…♪

Translation Notes: 1. Referring to the story Astraea's Atelier. 2. Possibly a callback to Motor Show, where Chiaki was often absent from the unit due to being busy with work, to the point that Midori would say "he's dead." 3. Referring to Izumi's 4* feature scout story, Alma Mater. 4.The word Mika says here can also mean "handsome" but I used "dashing" since it fit the context better.

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[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S3E06: Cruel and Unusual Punishments

Plots

To keep up his drugging scheme, O’Reily hires Yuri to kill Cudney

Pancamo v Cyril O’Reily; Pancamo wins

Stanislofky warns O’Reily about Kosygin; O’Reily tells him to go to the Sicilians; Stanislofsky tells Pancamo that Kosygin drugged him

Kosygin tries to kill Stanislofsky in the library

O’Reily gets the Latinos thrown in the Hole after El Cid tries to muscle O’Reily out of the tits trade

Sister Pete has a session with Miguel, then talks to Tina Rivera

Nat Ginzburg becomes Nappa’s new cellmate and offers to help him write his memoirs; the Italians set out to have him killed

McManus gets Wangler to join a parenting program at Oz; Adebisi hatches a plan to get someone else in charge of Em City

Staff room drama; Hughes talks about SORT; Howell and Whittlesey have a spat

Mukada pursues the question of who killed Hughes’s father and questions Giles

Having killed Andrew, Beecher doesn’t want anything to do with Keller

Keller continues having sessions with Sister Pete

Beecher expresses an interest in Islam and Said gets dumped by his flock

Sister: He’s gonna die.

Probably my favorite O’Reily moment in the series lol

Sister: I have never seen any of these guys drinking water before and suddenly they can’t get enough of it…

Sister: Not the fucking blood types again! Oh, she probably killed him. Me: The other guy didn’t die, though. Sister: No, he went to Solitary. Me: No, I mean, the other guy who needed a blood transfer didn’t die. She didn’t kill him. Sister: Oh right ahaha. It was just so egregious I was like “He’s dead” in my mind.

Sister: Also not true. You could use anything. Your ear. Your foot. If you’re just a torso… Well, you can use your belly button. Or your boobs or whatever.

Sister: This looks like an album cover. Me: What kind of music do they make? Sister: Ehh like really soulful but also really cheesy R&B. This is like the part of the music video where they’re just talking instead of singing, like “Man, my beautiful lady Shannon just dumped my ass…” and all the other guys go “But she was the hottest one!” And then the guy by the railing is thinking about something else. Like his problem is a lot worse but no one asks him about it. He probably gets hit by a car in the music video and then everyone’s all sad and they wear suits at his funeral in the rain. And Shannon’s there standing on the other side of the casket with like a red rose or whatever that pricks her finger, and she’s like “We can never be together again!” and then all the boys leave, too, and O’Reily’s just standing here all wet and sad like “Why was I such a terrible person!” But he’s singing, of course.

Sister: Why’s he crying? Me: ‘Cause he feels bad about it. He saw a picture and he feels bad. Sister: …Oh. 🤔 I must be a coldhearted bitch.

Nothing really, this line is just so funny to me. I want to read Nappa's fake memoir...

Sister: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Sister: Oooh, they’re talking on the spiritual channel. It’s like me and Ma. When I woke up this this afternoon, she also woke up from a nap. We agreed in the sleep world to wake up at the same time so I could call her.

Sister: Oh no…so embarrassing…OH NO… It’s like Camp Rock 2… OH NO, they made that old man do it, too!! 😭 And you know they had to plan this out… (whispering from behind hand) “Hey guys, for this mutiny we’re planning, you know what would be cool? Let’s all prance out… We’re going to prance out, okay? It’ll be really cool.”

Sister: Well at least he can go be with that white lady now, I guess. Me: Yeah, but he’s, like, alone now. Sister: They were toxic friends… Me: Leading them was like his whole identity. Sister: He can make a new one! I don’t know. Do you need a group to be a leader?

Stray thoughts:

It’s really funny that Stanislofsky accidentally told Pancamo the truth (that he’d been drugged) while lying

Tom Fontana, you’re a stupid punk for not adding subtitles for the non English dialogue

Sister correctly guessed that Giles would say Glynn was the killer

Hamid Khan’s sentence is such bullshit but also I see it but like it’s so BS

After the episode ended, Sister made us watch the Muslims hop marching away again; “If they remade this now, they’d have them dab on the way out….”

Final Thoughts

Sister: Do they ever find out that the water is drugged? So tedious. Can we just jump to the part where they uncover that the waters were being drugged? Me: I’m gonna tell you because you keep asking, but no. The drugging never gets exposed to everyone. Sister: What are they going to do, stop the program once somebody dies?

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Me: What would like to see more of? Sister: I need that lady who’s over in that other place (Shirley) to hurry up and get her stuff over with. If there’s going to be tension, I guess I need Mr. Walrus (Beecher) and Mr. Police Man (Keller) to have more tension stuff. Me: Said is allied with Beecher now. Any thoughts? Sister: I don’t know. It’s like whatever. It’s like when you go to the house of an eclectic artist and there’s a zebra print pillow and a leopard print pillow. And I’m like... Oh, okay.... I guess so. Also, Beecher’s like the nomadic dude, so I assume if anyone gets thrown out of their group, they just get stuck with him. Me: You don’t think Said and Beecher make an interesting couple? Sister: The won’t even let him be with that white lady, how they gonna be a couple— Me: 💀 A couple of dudes! Sister: Yah, they already gave him so much grief about the white lady. A white man would probably explode their brains. They’d all have heart attacks and die. Me: Yeah, yeah, I meant, like, as a pair. A duo. Sister: It’s whatever. I’m just waiting for Mr. Said’s thing to hurry up. They keep just giving him after school specials. Like, what has he accomplished? More and more, you realise he should have gotten out of prison while he had the chance. He could’ve gotten a lot more done if he was on the outside.

#oz hbo #oz rewatch #text

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Deleted Scenes from Chapter 10 of I Am Ash From Your Fire

I took a few scenes out because they didn't fit cohesively, so I'm going to post them here. NOTE: These are part of a bigger fic, this is not a standalone fic and will not make sense if you aren't familiar with the rest of the fic, all warnings from Chapter 10 apply to these excerpts.

“Something’s seriously wrong,” Steve sighs exasperatedly, pausing in his pacing just long enough to look at Sam and Natasha. “Wanda said he just… quit. No explanation. She said she could tell Brock was there, instructing him on what to say.”

“What can we do?” Natasha sighs, hugging the pillow cradled to her chest even tighter. “We can’t call the police, obviously, and even if we could, Bucky doesn’t seem to want to leave.”

“He’s obviously being abused, who gives a shit what he says?”

Sam lets out a belabored groan. “Steve, if he says he wants is, that’s it. He’s already on record talking to doctors and social workers saying he consents to whatever Brock does. If they both agree that they want it, there’s not much we can do.”

“We need to get to Bucky,” Natasha says gently. “He needs to realize, without being forced, that he has to leave.”

Steve scoffs lightly, continuing his feverish pace from one side of his apartment to the other. “Yeah, real easy when he’s locked at home all day, no way to contact him. I mean, I’ve seen the shape he’s in after Brock hurts him, how much worse does it have to get before he realizes? I don’t think it can get any worse.”

“He has to leave his apartment at some point,” Sam reasons. “And Brock’s a cop, there must be times he’s out and Bucky’s alone.”

“There’s cameras,” Natasha shakes her head. “He’d recognize us if he saw us, Sam, probably you too, Steve. But you’re right, maybe Bucky does go somewhere during the day.”

Steve’s pacing slows down as he tries to think of places Bucky might go in his free time. “He told me he’s been going to the gym for the past few weeks. And I doubt Brock does his own errands, I bet he goes to the store or the dry cleaners or someplace like that.”

Natasha sighs again. “That won’t give us enough time, though. Even if we can get, what, five minutes alone with him? Nothing we can say in five minutes is gonna make him leave. We’ve been trying to convince him since we’ve known him.”

“So we have nothing. No way to help him, no– no fucking plan?”

“There isn’t just a set of code words to snap him out of it,” Sam says softly. “If he really doesn’t understand that what Brock’s doing is wrong… arguments that sound logical to us aren’t going to change his mind. Most people who leave go back, multiple times. I think the most important thing is that Bucky knows he can leave, that he has somewhere to go, someone to support him, when he does.”

“I can’t just wait around while he’s getting hurt,” Steve whispers. “I was there, in the hospital, I saw the state he was in. He almost died and he still got mad that I called an ambulance. He was literally on the verge of death and Brock was blaming him for passing out. What happens if he has another emergency and he doesn’t have someone to force him to get help?”

“It’s painful,” Natasha agrees. “I see it a lot, with the people who come to the shelter. I watch them go back and get hurt over and over again. But I promise you, the more forceful you are, the less likely they are to come back at all.”

“I know it’s hard,” Sam sighs. “But last time he needed help, he went right to you. That’s a good sign.”

Steve shouldn’t get excited when his phone buzzes anymore. It’ll never be Bucky. It hasn’t been, for weeks. He wouldn’t dare call, he doesn’t want Bucky getting in trouble on his account, but he nearly has about a hundred times. He was satiated, slightly, when Sam told him he saw Bucky at the store. He’s alive, at least, or was last week. It worried him to hear Sam’s recollection of the state he was in– exhausted, bruised up, about what he expected– but any confirmation that he’s alive is enough for Steve.

Even so, even though he knows he shouldn’t still hold onto that hope, he feels his heart pick up when his phone buzzes. The hope deflates when, of course, it isn’t Bucky, but instead an Instagram notification. He clicks on it, really just out of curiosity. He doesn’t do much on Instagram but post his drawings, and he rarely has new people follow him. As soon as he opens the app, a message pops up.

b3cca_barn3s: hey ur buckys friend, right?

rogers070420: Yeah it’s Steve! Is everything alright?

b3cca_barn3s: i was actually kinda hoping u would know. he hasn’t answered anyones calls or texts in forever. hes never ignored me like this. is he ok? :(

rogers070420: I honestly haven’t heard from him either, I’m really sorry. I wish I could help. My friend Sam saw him a couple days ago at the store, but he hasn’t called or anything.

b3cca_barn3s: oh :( ty anyway. plz lmk if he texts u

rogers070420: I will! Let me know if there’s anything else I can help with

#i am ash from your fire #iaafyf #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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weird vore idea: A experienced prey helping a newbie prey, maybe there laying in the maw of a pred and extend a hand to the newbie and bring them in and comfort them when there being gulped down and in the belly themselves

[Ask originally sent on March 30]

There was no reason for me to say that, other than to maybe assure you guys that I still have all those asks I keep saying I'll get around to. ANYWAY. I suddenly thought up a full scenario for this, so I guess now's as good a time as any to write it. (Also happy late birthday, coincidentally started this like an hour before you sent in that latest ask earlier this week)

Why do these recent ones keep getting sO LONNNGGGG- ahem. Warnings for uh, anxiety? fear of digestion for like two seconds, and somewhat more elaborate descriptions of the nomming process than usual I guess.

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I feel rather exposed, just standing on a table like this, but at least I'm not alone. Er, alone with the giant, I mean. Not that I don't trust your friend, it's just..

However you managed to convince me that this would be a good idea, I'll never understand. I know it's safe, at least. I've seen you go in on plenty of occasions, and you always come right back out, whole and happy, a few hours later. But I don't know them like you do.

Welp, I guess this is my chance to.

They lean forward over the table, propping themself on crossed arms and giving you an easy grin. You beam up at them, meanwhile all I can manage is a small, shaky smile as my eyes are drawn all-too-quickly to their glistening teeth. I close my eyes and take a breath to steady myself.

When I open them again, it's to see that you've already stepped forward, hopping right onto their offered hand with no hesitation to speak of. You quickly get situated and wave me over. I fidget, glancing around for a few moments. The giant is giving me a look they probably think is reassuring, but the playful edge to it keeps me wary. I sigh and walk forth to sit next to you before I can change my mind.

I tense as we’re lifted from the tabletop. You simply lean back, enjoying the air rushing past your face. It’s only a moment before you notice my fear, however, and your hand pressed firmly over mine helps ground me, driving away the stray thoughts of what might happen if your friend were to fumble.

As we reach the top of our ascent, you eagerly turn to your predator, scooting closer to their mouth. I simply watch, shuddering as their breath washes over us. This is fine. It’ll be fine. You wouldn’t be so excited for this if it wasn’t fine. I continue trying to convince myself of this while blankly watching the giant open their maw, giving you enough room to crawl in like it’s the most natural  thing in the world.

For a moment, you disappear into the shadows of that humid cavern. You’re quick to turn around and poke your head back out, asking if I want to go down with you or if we should go one at a time. I look at your larger friend. They shrug. Up to me, then. I suppose if we went separately, I would just be letting myself get swallowed by someone I don’t know all that well without you being there to provide the immediate positive feedback that is your own excitement. Anyway.

You reach out, offering a hand and tilting your head in question. I take one more deep breath--probably the last breath of fresh air I’ll have for the next few hours--and give the firmest nod I can before taking your arm, grabbing just below the elbow for stability while you do the same to me.

You draw yourself further back into the giant’s maw, inadvertently tugging me in after you. I stumble closer, my free hand landing on their tongue to catch myself. Eugh, damp. And- moving. I don’t know what I expected.

You can only get so far in before you run into the back of their throat. At this point, you’ve only gotten me about halfway in. For as big as this mouth seems, it really isn’t all that spacious. Not enough room for the both of us at once, at least. You take in our predicament for a few seconds, then call out for your friend to make the first swallow. Wait, no, not yet, shi-

I allow myself to be pulled the rest of the way into the maw as it closes behind me, not resisting so as not to put too much pressure on your arm. I loosen my death grip on you a little, now that I think of it. Hearing your slight huff of relief just in front of me, I look up. It may be quite dim in here, but I can just make out your eyes, squinted in a smile that actually manages to be reassuring, this time.

Now that I'm paying attention, it strikes me just how still everything is. Your torso is caught in the tight hold of our predator's throat, yet you breathe easily, if a little shallower than normal. At the same time, I'm impressed at the giant's level of control. Honestly, how can they even breathe like this, with such a- a blockage where you are?

You quietly ask if I'm ready. I pause, then give a small nod. With a nod back, you call for your friend to gulp us the rest of the way down. Instinct has me gasp in a breath to hold for the trip, but this is immediately rendered moot when the force of the swallow knocks the air from my chest.

The world narrows to a thin, pulsing tunnel, dragging me down, and down, and down. I focus on drawing in tiny breaths, getting as much oxygen as I can in the enclosed space. I feel you squeeze my arm a few times. I squeeze back once before making myself go lax. The rest of the journey goes a bit more easily after that.

I can tell when we reach the bottom of the esophagus by the way our arms bend as your descent slows before mine, bringing us a bit closer. You chuckle as you pass through into the space below. I can almost feel the low vibrations of it against my face from our proximity, past the pounding of your friend's massive heart.

The laughter is quickly interrupted by a yelp from both sides when you fall into that next chamber. A jolt of pain bursts through my shoulder as your weight pulls our connection taut. You surely experience the same thing. We let go of each other at the same time, relieving the weight and dulling the pain to a low throb.

As I'm squeezed into the stomach after you, I shake out my arm and blink my eyes open to look down. Not much to see, really. If I squint, I can detect a bit of movement down at the bottom--probably you making yourself comfortable. All thoughts clear from my mind as I fall to join you down there.

I land face-first in the dense fluids below with a barely a splash. Quickly, I push myself upright and start coughing. I come back to myself to find you beside me, slowly running a hand up and down my back in a soothing motion. I sit back with a huff and a whispered thanks, catching my breath and taking in my surroundings.

Dark, obviously. Slimy. Whole buncha noise coming from all directions. Very, very warm. Humid. Squishy. Squelchy.

The walls undulate around us, pressing into us and soaking my form with the goop that exists on every surface. I shudder. This is- this... I don't like this, it- it's weird. It's all too much, why did I agree to this? Oh gods, what if they lied about it being safe? What if you were just being used as bait to eventually lure me in here so they could get two snacks for the price of one?! Or what if they w-were just wrong, and you have some sort of acid resistance that I don’t, or- Or what if they forget we’re in here and-!

This line of thought is suddenly yanked away as I am yanked into a tight hug, pressed firmly against your side. You press your face into the top of my head, murmuring a soft ‘Hey,’ over and over. I don’t notice my shaking until it’s stilled, nor the tears streaking down my already-wet face until you brush them away.

Right, right. This is- it’s fine, right? You always seem happier after these... sessions. You assure me that we’re okay, that we aren’t going to be hurt. You point out that if we were, it’d sting by now, and I’m not in any pain, am I? No tingling or anything?

And no, I admit, I’m not. Just the shoulder. You smile and start giving the shoulder in question a little massage. I sink further into your side, staring blankly into the dark.

We’re safe here, you reiterate. Nothing to hurt us. The walls are churning because they always do, the liquids in here now are harmless, and your friend cares far too much about you to ever hurt either of us.

You call out to the giant to confirm. I flinch as their voice reverberates around us, to which you give me a light squeeze. They acknowledge us with a short greeting, the front wall of the space pressing in as they presumably pat their stomach, and then they ask if we’re alright.

You respond that we are, just that I’m a little worried, is all. I look up at you as you speak, while you continue rubbing my shoulder. You ask if it’s dangerous in here, just to be certain.

They stutter, blurting out no, before briefly admitting that it could be, in theory, but even as I tense back up, they continue to assure us that no, they’d never hurt us, they could never bring themself to do that, not if they can help it.

I sigh and bury my face in your shoulder. (You hiss, briefly. I apologize and lessen the pressure, remembering our matching sore spot.) Returning your full attention to me, you make sure I know that I can leave, if I want, at any time. The point of this is to have a good experience, and if I’m not comfortable here-

I, uh. You wait patiently for me to continue as I fidget. I don’t want to ruin your- your time here. I can deal, I’ll get over it-

No, you gently admonish, telling me that I don’t need to do that, not for your sake, not for the predator’s sake. For this, I should be prioritizing my own comfort over anyone else’s. You two won’t be hurt if I leave; you just want me to be happy. To feel secure.

You mean so well, you truly do. It’s easy to see that much, at least. It’s good to know that there’s an escape from this. An out for me to take whenever I need. But still, I can’t help but feel bad about taking it, after all we went through to get me here in the first place. I want to.. I want to give this a chance, and I say as much.

You consider this for a moment, then give me another little hug, accepting my choice. With you here, I think I can take a little more. Besides, maybe it isn’t so bad in here, once you get used to it.

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I swear, I come up with a scenario and the words between each “plot” point start going on for way too long. At least it’s ~ c o n t e n t ~

And maybe I’ve figured out how to balance my fluff and angst to sprinkle some of both into each post instead of just dumping in all of one or the other. I mean, whatever works.

Not much else to say, but thanks for reading!

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