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Lay Your Hands On Me x Mingi x Reader x Yunho

When you’re left alone over easter break, your two hot neighbors convince you to join them for their lake house getaway. Only, you didn’t realize the topic of conversation would be surrounding your dry sex life on the very first night. After a tense encounter at 3am, you decide to try and see how long it will be until they break.

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader x Mingi.

Genre: Smut. basically pwp ish. i'm not entirely sure if there even is a plot to this anymore. not proof read

wc: 6.5k woops?

Warnings: NO member shipping, threesome, poorly written smut, best friends yungi, yungi are your neighbors, reader gets left out by her friends, mingi and yunho are horndogs, big dick!Yunho, Rough mingi, i feel like Mingi was kinda soft Dom, there's a thigh spank or two, unprotected (wrap it up!), cream pie, talks about readers sex life, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ( f receiving ), pussy eating, slight stomach bulge, the reader is a tease. Mingi calls reader Dollface, and Yunho calls her Angel.

note: Hey! I haven't written a full-fledged fic in a while. I feel like I've repeated so many words in this. I hope you still enjoy it, though! these two men have been WRECKING me. Did anyone catch the coachella live stream? I literally died

ps. I wrote this whilst listening to if u think I'm pretty by artemas

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! What was your favorite part?

I do not permit for my work to be copied, published on other websites and blogs or translated.

Your shoulders slumped once your roommate’s car finally left your peripheral vision. All of your friends had found something to do, somewhere to go and have fun, over the Easter break. It left you sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the sounds of the heating and water pipes creaking or even your upstairs neighbour's loud exhilarating activities.

You were excited at first, the prospect of having the place to yourself.. but the fear of missing out finally set deep into your bones when your friends had decided to meet up with each other during their trips whilst you sat at home alone with nothing but the walls to talk to.

With a dejected sigh, you pulled your thin cardigan further around you and turned to head back inside. You knew you probably looked miserable to any passerby, but you couldn't find it in you to care.

You startled when a pair of firm hands settled on your shoulders, halting your mopey shuffling down the hallway. “____?”

Your eyes rose from the floor, settling on the worried features of your neighbor. The corners of your lips twitched into a sorry excuse of a smile, hand lifting to wave at him. You didn't trust your voice. You always made a fool out of yourself around Yunho and his roommate.

“What are you still doing here? I just saw your friends leave from the window, shouldn't you be with them?” His brows were creased, his expression drawn in confusion.

Yunho’s fingers were absentmindedly pressing your shoulders as he bent his head to read your face. You knew the sting of your eyes meant tears, but you blinked them away and shook your head.

“I'm.. “ You swallowed thickly. “I'm by myself this break.” Your chest hurts just admitting it. “I wasn't invited.”

You weren't sure that Yunho's expression could even be sour, being the sweet and polite man he is, but it did. A flash of irritation crossed his brown eyes. Your heart leapt into your mouth when his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face, your own wide eyes staring back at him. “and you're gonna be okay?”

You knew Yunho meant nothing by it, but his touch was warm and safe. You fought the flutter of your eyelids, willing yourself not to lean into his touch. Your head bobbed in a slightly restricted nod, Yunho pulling his hands away.

“I guess. I'll just… clean, I guess.. laundry...” You weren't hiding how low you felt over the whole situation. Your voice held no enthusiasm, no life.

Yunho pursed his lips in thought, giving a quiet nod and letting you be on your way. He watched with a frown, your shoulders slumped and head hung low. Your eyes had lost the spark today that Yunho found one of his favourite things about you.

Instead of making his way down to the car to check if they had everything, Yunho went back into the apartment he shared with Mingi. The younger male looked up at him in confusion from the couch.

“What did you forget? Yunho, I swear if you just walked to the car and back again I–” Mingi was swiftly cut off by Yunho perching on the coffee table in front of him.

“What if ____ joined us at the lake house?”

It’d been half an hour since you were left to your own devices. Half an hour of mindlessly flicking through the TV channels with disinterest. You were almost grateful for the continuous knocking on your door… until you weren't, and it wasn't seeming to go away.

Opening the door only a slither, you came face to face with your other neighbor. Mingi. His dark hair is messy and damp as if he'd just showered. Judging by the enticing scent of spiced apples coming from him, he had. “Yes?” You raised an eyebrow at him, his expression locked in a grin.

“Pack a bag. Bring a swimsuit.” He said simply, causing you to stand solid in front of him for at least a good thirty seconds as he looked at you expectantly.

“Mingi wha–” Mingi cut you off, his hand cupping your shoulders to turn your body back into your apartment.

“Yunho wants to get there before midnight. Hurry up.”

That was exactly how you found yourself sitting in front of a warm fire a little before midnight with a marshmallow on a stick, your neighbors both sipping beers as they too toasted their treats.

“I did not look that miserable!”

“You did! You looked like someone kicked your puppy!” Yunho laughed, recalling your wounded look in the hallway just a mere three hours ago.

Mingi reached over, his ringed hand patting your knee. “You're cute when you sulk, ____.” His hand retracted all too soon, fingers curling back around the beer bottle to lift it to his lips again.

You'd long finished your beer. You all were only having one tonight anyway. You'd discovered after you had gotten here that the duo planned on staying a week at least.

After your complaints and confusion were worn off, you were grateful. Anything was better than listening to your thoughts for two weeks whilst you had the apartment to yourself. You were also glad that none of the perishable food you had stocked would go to waste. It would save the three of you having to live off gas station sandwiches before you could get groceries for the week.

You had never realized how relaxed the two best friends were away from the university. Around the campus, Mingi's expression was always pulled into a stressful pout. The crease between his brows was always begging for your thumb to just gently smooth it out. Yunho's shoulders were permanently tense. In fact, his whole body was. There were many times you felt like you'd run into a literal brick wall, but it had just been Yunho in the halls.

To see them both lounged back in the plastic outdoor chairs, beers in hand, and smiles on their faces was nice to see. Your soft spot for the two handsome best friends only grew tenfold.

“So,” Mingi set his beer bottle down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Why were you alone?” he peered at you in curiosity.

“Didn't we go through this?” Your head tilted to the side, eyes moving to the side to send a puzzled look into Yunho's way.

Mingi shakes his head, pausing a moment. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he thought about how to voice his curiosity.

Mingi cleared his throat. “No, I mean…You had the whole apartment to yourself..” He trailed off.

He sighed, seeing your brows crinkled further in confusion. “Okay?...”

“He's asking why you didn't have anyone over.” Yunho cut in, his tone slightly exasperated with Mingi's cryptic questions.

“Oh.” The statement had your shoulders straightening in surprise, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. “Uhm.. I don't have anyone.” Your gaze tore away from his own, glueing to the marshmallow you’d plucked from the bag next to you.

You busied yourself with stabbing it with the stick as a prolonged silence carried across the warm fire. It wasn’t that you detested the idea of having company. It was more a case of…well. Most men gave you the biggest ick. Nearly all men you’d ever come across had given you the ick, and it only took you until now to realize that Yunho and Mingi had never given you that feeling.

You would be blind to miss how handsome they both are and the fact that both of them were genuinely nice guys. That just made the icing on the cake. The cake that you wanted, you’d wanted for a long while. You hadn’t made it obvious. You’d never made a move on either of them. Why would you? You knew who good guys like them go for. They go for bad girls they think they can fix. They didn’t go for girls like you. Little did you know, you couldn’t be more wrong.

When you did look up, both Yunho and Mingi’s concentration was fixed on you. Mingi’s left eyebrow raised as if to challenge your answer. “What?” Your tone grew slightly defensive.

“____, The walls between our apartments are very thin.” Yunho trailed off, looking sideways at his best friend when your clueless expression grew.

“So…?”

“So, we hear things. Everything. Specifically, I hear things... Through my bedroom wall on the other side of yours.” Mingi continued on, relief flooding him when your face broke out into a laugh, a cute red hueing your complexion.

“That isn’t my room, Mingi.” You covered your mouth to try and keep your humorous spurt of laughter at bay. “My room is on the other side of Yunho’s.” You took a bite of marshmallow.

“Wait…” Yunho murmured, his expression thoughtful. “So, you’re the culprit of the fake moaning after your roommate's birthday party last month?” His revelation had you choking on the sweet treat, Mingi had the courtesy to thump on your back to dislodge it.

“Oh my- Yunho!” You spluttered, hiding your face behind your palms. “The one time I tried to get with someone and you were listening?!” a heavy groan of shame left your lips, your body sulking back into the camping chair you were sitting in. “That’s so unfair!”

As much of a gentleman Yunho was, he found the whole situation hilarious. “A really rare occurrence.” He grinned, reaching into the cooler for another beer. “Seriously though, I felt bad for you.” You knew what Yunho meant.

Yunho was referring to how fake your noises were, how the guy didn't even pick up on it. Not that Mulgyeol from the campus soccer team would have time to notice. The guy was out in 5 strokes. You also knew for a fact that Yunho was probably referring to the sad little fact of you having to finish yourself after he left. You weren’t proud of that but you have needs and whilst the vast population of men give you the undeniable cringe factor, every six months or so you would attempt to divulge your urges - just to see if it would be different that time. News flash, it wasn’t.

“H-How did we get onto the subject of my dry sex life?” You nervously chuckle, looking back and forth between the two men with vibrant cheeks.

A chuckle rumbled in Yunho’s throat, dying off to a comfortable silence. The conversation topic would have felt very intrusive had it been with anyone else, but somehow, the two still hadn't weirded you out. You were still sitting comfortably content in your camping chair around the fire with them.

Mingi fidgeted in his seat, fingers threading through his platinum blonde hair… he hadn't said much else for the next 15 minutes. the three of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“I’m off to bed, guys.” You mumbled tiredly as you stood. You began to fold up your chair to take inside, but Yunho waved you off, claiming he would take it when they went to bed.

You weren't far from them, certainly not out of earshot when Mingi spoke again.

“We'd never do that.” it didn't take a genius to know what he meant, and the mere thought of his words made your skin alight. “Goodnight, ____.”

Mingi's parting words at the campfire the previous night had lit a fire within you. Your skin prickled with the curiosity of what else he could have meant. Your dreams hadn’t been favourable to you either, your body jolting you awake with the lingerings of a breathy plea hushing into the silence. Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your mouth felt dry.

One thing about being in this lakehouse is the chill of a night, but you didn’t plan on being out of bed long. Especially in your pyjamas that were only white shorts and a blush pink camisole with white lace trim to match. A shiver shuddered through you as your feet hit the cold wooden floorboards. You didn’t bother with a cover-up. It was 3 AM. Who would be up at this hour anyway?

Mingi was. Nearly choking on air as he rounded the open doorway to the kitchen to find you reaching up on your tiptoes for a glass from the top shelf. You had one knee resting on the grey marble of the counter for leverage but it only had Mingi’s eyes zeroing in on the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen, your cheeks almost shyly peeking out the hem.

He sucked in a breath, brain finally kicking into gear when he saw your balance wobble and your fingertips only pushed the glass further away on the shelf. He heard you grumbling to yourself, cursing whoever decided to put the glasses on the top shelf. Your rambling had an endeared smile whispering the corners of his mouth, his head shaking slightly as he approached.

Mingi knew he was testing the waters here but as he closed in on you, his left hand splaying its fingers on your hip to steady you, his chest to your back, the right arm reached past your own to grab a glass. He felt the jolt of surprise your body made against his own.

Mingi cleared his throat. “You didn’t look like you were winning.” His voice was thick and gravelly from sleep, fingers tightening their hold on you as you moved back instinctively.

The glass made a muted sound as he set it on the counter, Mingi’s brown eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the view of your neck arched back to angle your head toward him, staring at him with surprised doe-like eyes.

You seemed to be rendered speechless, a blush on your cheeks that almost matched your top. The male was having heart palpitations when he finally got the front view of you, the teasing view of your navel between the hem of your camisole and the waistband of those pesky shorts he just wanted to remove drove him crazy.

Needing a distraction from the way your nipples perked beneath the material stretched over your breasts, his touch on you ceased. His fingertips tingled from the buzzing feeling of grazing your bare skin. Clearing his throat, he swiftly picked up the glass to fill it.

You felt like your soul was trembling, calling out for him to touch you once more. You felt wound tight, words catching in your throat. “U-Uhm, no.” Your attempt to recover had your voice sounding slightly strained. “Who’s bright idea was it to put cups on the top shelf?” You laughed it off quietly.

“That’d be me.” He hummed, “Yunho’s grandmother left us this place in her will, we renovated it a little.” Mingi leaned back against the counter, his black sleep shirt pulling taught across his torso. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, our families are close.”

You nodded quietly, acknowledging him. Mingi lifted the glass of water to his lips, your eyes locking on how his throat moved when he swallowed the cool liquid. Your gaze trailed up to his face, heated gazes locking as he pulled the glass away. Your breathing elevated, Mingi was looking at you as if he wanted to eat you… The corners of his mouth tilted up as he held out the half-full glass of water to you.

You couldn’t look away. The intensity behind his eyes locked you in place, your fingers brushing his own as they curled around the cool glass. Mingi couldn’t look away, couldn’t stave off the stirring in his shorts as he watched you turn the glass and drink.. His mouth prints are being covered by your own.

Mingi’s brain couldn't help it. To him, you’d just indirectly kissed him. He could see the range of emotions in your eyes. The eye contact finally broke when Mingi caught sight of a droplet of water cascading its way past the rim of the glass and making a path down your jaw and neck… he watched it disappear under the almost sheer camisole.

“Fuck, ____… You don’t make it easy.” He groaned throatily, prompting you to set the now-empty glass on the counter once more.

“What do you mean?” Your head tilted, eyebrows drawing in confusion.

An amused chuckle sounded between you, Mingi shaking his head in slight disbelief. “You seriously don't know how much we want you, do you?” He moved away from the counter, towering above you. Your chin was tilted up toward him by his index and middle finger, Mingi’s hot breath dusting your face. “You’ve got to know how fucking crazy you make us.”

“U-Us?” You echoed in confusion. You sounded breathy and distracted.

“Mhm. He’s right.” You jumped at the sound of the new voice. Yunho.

Mingi’s fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your head to Yunho’s tall figure casually leaning against the doorway. “Look at Yunho when he’s talking to you, Dollface, hm?” Mingi’s lips sounded against your ear, teeth grazing against the shell.

Yunho made it no secret that he was checking you out. Not when his bottom lip pulled into his teeth when his dark eyes roamed your figure. “We could give you everything you need and more, Angel.” His tone is soft, and you nearly find it harder to focus when Mingi’s face is pressed to your own, his hands sliding around your waist after finding no resistance.

“If you let us.” Mingi finished for him, ghosting his lips against the corner of your jaw. “But you ought to think about it…decide what you want.” His words left you confused, your eyebrows furrowing when they cut through the haze.

“Why?” You looked to Yunho, the male grinning at the desperation in your eyes.

He tutted, shuffling closer. Yunho’s long fingers slid into your hair, palm cupping your cheek. He almost cooed fondly at how you arched into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. “Because this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing,” he murmured. “If we have you, we aren’t letting you go. You’re ours.”

Your breathing stilled, mind dizzying. A sound escaped your throat, both Mingi and Yunho’s touch seizing from your body. “Think about it, We won’t make a move until you do.”

And with that, both men left the kitchen with sick grins, leaving you standing there breathless and wanting.

You hadn’t slept for the rest of the night. How could you? With a proposition like that, your mind only raced. You’d come to the same conclusion. Nothing they said last night had scared you away. You still very much wanted them both, and actually, you liked the idea of being ruined for anyone else. Being theirs… well.. You guessed your thoughts of good guys only wanting bad girls were wrong.

You were already showered and dressed for the day by the time Yunho emerged from his room. Mingi was still sleeping, his door firmly shut opposite the room you were staying in.

You sat at the round four-seater table at the far end of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand as you scrolled on your phone. Yunho liked the blue colour of the blouse you wore, your cotton shorts complimenting it nicely.

He fixed his cup, sitting silently across from you. Yunho wondered if he and Mingi crossed a line with you yesterday. He’d worried about it all night after the kitchen encounter. All worries were soon washed away when he caught your eyes shyly glancing up at him.

“Was last night okay?” He blurted, almost wincing at how rushed he sounded.

You seemed to pause, taking a long sip of your coffee before you answered him. Almost as if you were making him wait. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You voiced, prompting his shoulders to relax.

The both of you sat in a comfortable silence until you’d finished your drink. “It’s so sunny out, I’m gonna catch some sun.” You washed your coffee mug up, then turned to Yunho just before you left the room. “Wanna join?”

Yunho nodded, claiming he would meet you out on the deck. What he didn't expect was to find you in a pastel peach string bikini, the front of your body shiny and glistening with tanning oil. He can see where you had missed spreading the liquid on your back.

He inwardly groaned. Surely, you were doing this to him on purpose at this point. Yunho readjusted the sunglasses on his face, setting his phone and book down on the small table between the two sun loungers. He leaned back in his lounger, picking up his book to flick through.

From the corner of his eye, he watched you lie your lounger flat, adjusting the head cushion to lie on your front. The sun bounced off your skin beautifully, and Yunho was about to compliment as such but stopped short when your hands reached behind you to untie your bikini top.

“You don’t mind, do you? I hate tan lines.” He couldn’t see the mischief behind your eyes with your sunglasses in place, but he for sure caught the twitch of your mouth. “Did I miss any of my back?” Your question was loaded with faux innocence.

Yunho slowly folded his book back, slipping in his bookmark in the process. He set it down, wordlessly grabbing the tanning oil and standing from his lounger. Yunho perched himself on the edge of yours. “You missed a bit. Can I?”

You hummed your consent, propping your head on your forearms. “Mhm, please.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of Yunho’s big hands on your bare back. The tingles returned, just like from Mingi’s touch in the kitchen. His hands slowly rubbed the oil into your skin, fingertips adding pressure at your shoulder blades.

“You’re tense.” He mumbled, thumbs working at the knots of muscle easing the ache away only to make the ache in your core yearn for him further. His hands firmly pushed up from the bottom of your back, thumbs caressing your spine and his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts.

The sounds he pulled from you had Yunho smirking to himself. An almost pained moan had his fingers pausing. “There.” You sounded so breathy... Yunho wondered if you’d sound like that if he found your sweet spot too…

“God..” You groaned, “You got magic hands or something?” You mumbled against your arm.

Yunho laughed softly, dragging his hands down toward the base of your spine. He thought for a moment, eventually speaking up. “You don't like tan lines, right?” He waited for your hum of affirmation. “Then what about these?” His fingers tugged at the waist of your bikini bottoms.

Your eyes sprang open, neck twisting to look back at him. Whatever he had expected you to say or do was not indeed what you said and did for certain… Yunho watched on in stunned fascination as you swiftly untied the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms. “You’ve got a point. Mind helping me out again?”

Yunho had never agreed to something so fast, pulling your bikini bottoms back from behind. He swore under his breath, mouth parted as he watched the drizzles of the tanning oil hit your skin from the bottle in his hand. His hands moulded to your body again, smearing the shimmery tanning oil over the globes of your ass. He was entranced, locked on the way they rippled under his touch. Yunho allowed his fingers to testingly dip close between your legs, rewarded with a soft moan of his name. Your breathing was getting shallow, your body responding to his touch like a magnet. His fingers brushed so close, one arch of your hips and-

Yunho withdrew his hands, once again leaving you to sit on his lounger once again. You were a mess, body trembling as you attempted to recover. “There. All done.” The amusement behind his voice was clear to you.

Fuck.

After Mingi had woken up, he’d ventured out to the deck to join you. His chest was exposed, a pair of black swimming trunks sitting low on his hips. He sat in the lounger you previously occupied. “Where is she?” He asked Yunho, arms stretched above his head in a yawn.

Yunho nodded toward the lake where you were, sitting on the small jetty with your legs dangling in the water. As if you’d sensed him, you looked up from the ripples of the lake water and caught Mingi’s gaze. He grinned fondly at the beaming smile on your face as you lifted your arm to wave. “Cute.” He murmured to his friend.

Yunho nodded in agreement. “The sun suits her.” He looked up from his book. “Makes her eyes shine.”

Mingi tilted his head, smile broadening as you slid off the jetty and into the water. “She caught a tan today?” He didn’t look away from you once as you swam over, climbing up the ladder to the dock and brushing your wet hair away from your face.

“Yep...oiled up and everything.” Yunho thought back to how you’d just let his hands trail your body like that. Once again, he shut his book as you approached.

“Mings! Sleep well?” You asked, grabbing one of the towels you’d brought out with you that morning. You took no notice of the trance he was stuck in, too focused on the water droplets dripping down your body just like last night.

Well... a little like last night, he could see more of your body. Peach suited you. Yunho nudged Mingi with his foot, snapping him from his staring. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, slept great.” He sat back in the lounger. “Always do out here.”

After drying as much of your body as you could, you disappeared inside. It wasn’t long before you reappeared, a cherry popsicle in your hand. Mingi’s arm encircled around your waist when he noticed you were about to sit on the floor. Instead, he let you sit between his legs on the lounger.

“Better than the floor,” you joked. You lifted the end of the popsicle to your mouth with your left hand, and your right beginning to mindlessly scroll through your phone.

Your body relaxed against Mingi’s chest as his fingers mindlessly played in your hair. “Is the water warm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow of amusement as you moved the popsicle away from yourself with a grimace. The iced treat had melted, the sticky substance making a mess of your hand and chin. You didn’t even want it anymore. The Cherry taste was more sour than expected.

“A little chilly to begin with,” You answered, slotting the half-eaten treat back into the wrapper, Yunho taking it from your sticky fingers to put it in the bag they were using as a bin for their snack wrappers.

Mingi didn’t say anything more. Instead, he grasped your wrist in his hold and brought your hand to his mouth. With a startled gasp, you tilted your head to watch as he lapped up the remnants of the melted liquid from your skin. Once he was satisfied, he let your arm go to shift his attention to your neck and collarbones. His mouth was warm and soft, wet tongue lapping at the mess on your skin. Your arms raised behind you to curl your fingers into his hair, sighing out in contentment.

Mingi moaned against your skin. He was addicted now he finally had his lips on you. Just like he knew he would be. Mingi’s teeth nipped gently at the juncture of your neck, his tongue swirling over the skin to soothe it. You didn’t have it in you to scold him for marking you up… not when your mind was a dizzy spell of fire.

Your dazed, addled mind didn't even see Yunho move from his lounger. You hadn’t a clue until his strong hands grasped your ankles, fingertips ghosting their touch up your legs to part your thighs. “So pretty.” His honeyed voice reached your ears through the haze. “But, sweet as she looks…” He began, his tone sharpening. “I made a discovery earlier, Mingi.”

The younger hummed against your skin, mouth still worshipping your skin. “Mh? What’s that?” His words muffled with his wet kisses across the tops of your breasts above your bikini.

“Our Angel, here.” Yunho toyed with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Already knew what she wanted the moment she came on this trip with us, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t think of a coherent thought right now… a sharp swat of Mingi’s hand across the top of your thigh drew out a whimpered gasp. “Yunho asked you a question, Dollface.”

“Yes! Yes, I knew.” You cried out, Mingi’s teeth biting at your skin once more.

“Thought so.” Yunho mused. “That stunt you pulled earlier really didn’t work in your favour, did it?” You hadn’t ever heard his mocking tone before, but you weren't about to complain… It sent shocks through your core.

“No, It didn’t.” You admitted. You were hoping to wind him up, determined to see how far he would go before he snapped… but instead, he’d left you practically naked and wanting on the lounger next to his.

Yunho tutted, shaking his head. He tugged the ties of your bikini free, letting the strings hand down. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He spoke raucously, shuffling down to lie at the foot of the lounger on his stomach.

Yunho's soft lips made contact with the inside of your knee, traipsing kisses up until he met the crease of your leg. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing you. The lake house was in the middle of a wooded area, two miles from the road or any neighbouring cabins.

Mingi held you still as your body began to writhe, the product of Yunho's lips blowing cool air over your throbbing centre. “Stay still, Pretty girl.” Mingi said gruffly, mouthing at your breast over your bikini.

His mouth worked at the bud of your left boob, lips suctioning around the nipple. Your whines fell on deaf ears, Mingi just wanted to kiss every inch of you. He struggled with the knot at the centre of your back that kept you partly clothed. Frustrated grunts, making him lift his mouth off of you to attempt to untie it. He settled with wrapping part of the string around each fist and tugging, effectively snapping the material.

Your head was too fuzzy to care, especially when you felt the flat of Yunho’s tongue lick straight up the middle of your core. “Yunho!” One of your hands flew down, from being draped around Mingi’s neck behind you, to clutch Yunho's hair. His mouth was relentless, muscular hands holding your thighs over his shoulders. You never knew a man could moan like that from eating pussy but here he was, his noises creating vibrations against you.

You didn't quite know where to pay attention to, Mingi’s mouth and fingers abusing your nipples or Yunho's onslaught of licks and sucks on your clit.

You slumped against Mingi again when Yunho prodded two fingers at your entrance, your hips cantering in acceptance. “You're so wet, Angel. Bet I could just easily…” Yunho trailed off as his middle and index finger finally pushed in. They dug deep within your walls, a long moan echoing around the deck. “Knew it.” He curled his digits, the pads of his fingertips tapping against the spongey wall he was looking for.

It elicited a sharp cry from you, Yunho mumbling a small ‘found it.’ before his mouth latched onto your clit again, tongue flicking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers hitting your sweet spot.

By now, your sounds of ecstasy were no secret, pleas of their names desperately calling out as you writhed in their grasp. “Please!” You begged, Mingi lifting his head to watch your expression.

Mingi made a sound of disappointment as he was met with the sight of your head thrown back and your eyes closed. “Watch him, ____.” it wasn't a request. His tone held no room for debate, and so you peeled your glazed eyes open, tilting your head down to watch as Yunho devoured you.

You felt your orgasm building the faster Yunho's fingers abused your g-spot. Your moans rising in pitch. You didn't even give him a warning when your lower abdomen tensed, toes curling as the sound you let out was almost animalistic. Your thighs shook around Yunho's head, attempting to close, the fingers in his hair tightened to pull at the roots harsher than you meant.

When Yunho's head finally lifted from between your legs, he was grinning ear to ear at you as you slumped breathlessly against his best friend. You could feel Mingi's erection against the base of your spine from where you were laid.

“We're not done with you yet, Dollface.” Mingi cooed mockingly, looking down at your fucked out figure. He pressed a kiss to your forehead when you looked up at him, shaking his head gently and guiding your eyeline back to Yunho.

Your whole body froze. Yunho's swim trunks were chucked haphazardly onto the other chair, his hand slowly jerking his cock. He was huge! Probably the biggest cock you'd ever seen… his girth was impressive alone but you worried if he would even fit.

“____, you good?” He asked encouragingly. Yunho could see the apprehension on your face give way to a determined squint.

“Mhm. Fine, m'good.” Mingi's palms rubbed your sides as you answered.

“Okay, you need to tell Yunho if it's too much.” He stated. “You can make sure to do that, can't you?” He sent you a dazzling smile when you nodded.

You will yourself to relax as the fat head of Yunho's leaky cock makes the first press against you. Just the tip was stinging from the stretch. Mingi hugged your back to his front, kissing up and down the left side of your face and neck. “Relax. Stop tensing.” he demanded softly.

Mingi continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Praising you, touching you, telling you how much you drove them both crazy. It relaxed your muscles enough to accept Yunho's length, pushing into you further. His teeth harshly bit into his bottom lip, his hips rolling slowly forward to sheath the final few inches in you. The garbled moan you made was accidental, but you were thankful Yunho stayed still to give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit.. are you all the way in?” Such an odd question to ask his best friend, but Mingi was never brash about such things.

Yunho nodded, his voice strained as he answered. “Our Angel’s a good girl. Of course, she took it all.” He grunted at the squeeze of your heat at his words. “I'm so deep.” He marvelled.

Mingi, as if to test his words, pressed his hand on your lower stomach. His eyes bulged out of his head, free hand reaching for your own for you to feel the outline of Yunho's cock. You whined, trying to roll your hips as a signal.

Yunho's thrusts started gentle, light taps of his hips against your thighs. Until you get used to his size, the initial discomfort makes way for blinding pleasure. His movements grow more calculated and hard. Mingi's hand stays on your lower stomach, feeling the way Yunho’s cock nudges your insides.

“Y-Yunho.. Yuuunhooo!” Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name repeatedly. “You're s-so deep!”

His thrusts get firmer, fingers digging into your thighs harder than before. This man was literally rearranging your guts in the best way. Mingi lets his hand glide from your stomach to toy with your clit, circling it with his fingers. It hadn't been long since your last orgasm but you were fast approaching a second. Yunho wasn't much better himself, his pace quickening. He felt his skin prickling as he approached his high.

The moment you fell apart around him, Yunho lost it. His thrusts grew sloppy, hips jittering as he spilt into you. “Fuck, Angel.” he panted. “You're gonna kill me.” Yunho pulled out slowly, taking his time to watch his release leak from you. He felt hot and sweaty but nicely sated.

Mingi manoeuvred your body back to the lounger as he slipped out from under you. The noticeable tent in his trunks caught your eye briefly. “Can you take one more?” He questioned you.

Yunho planted himself back on his own chair, sitting back to watch the two of you. He watched the obedient nod you gave, messy hair falling in front of your face.

Mingi tapped your cheek gently, pushing your hair back before connecting your mouths. The kiss was full of desperation, tongues curling around each other. You protested when he pulled back all too soon. “Turn over.” He helped you roll onto your stomach.

Unlike Yunho, Mingi didn't give a warning that he was going to thrust into you. He still gave you time to adjust, though, that much you were grateful for. His thrusts were brutal from the start.

Mingi wasn't holding back anymore. He wanted you ruined for anyone else but them. You were theirs and theirs only. He had a bruising grip on your hips, guiding them as you bounced back to meet his hips. Your moans and screams for him were constant, you'd surely have a sore throat in the morning.

He was pounding into you much harder than Yunho had. You had the pillow of the lounger in a death grip, back arched. Mingi watched the way your ass cheeks rippled with every bounce against his pelvis. You started to feel overstimulated, this was the quickest in your life you'd had an orgasm build up. Though, it was aided by the previous two and the mass amounts of tension between the three of you. Your lips parted on a silent cry as you came. Your body began to violently tremble.

Mingi pulled out immediately, his hand gripping his cock to empty his come over your ass, pruning deep in his chest. “You did so good.” He praised, breathless.

Your brain felt like it wasn't working. All you could do was dazedly giggle in reply. Thoroughly fucked.

“We broke her.” Mingi laughed, using the same towel you dried yourself with earlier to wipe your ass and lower back. He was sweet enough not to drag the rough material over your sensitive pussy. You were too overstimulated for that and he picked up on it quite quickly.

Both Yunho and Mingi pulled you into the en suite bathroom in Yunho's room a few minutes later. Your legs felt like jelly, and the two were cautious with how they handled you.

After they had showered you, Mingi wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. His arms held you to his body. You still hadn't said much, but your blissed out expression meant that the two men weren't worried.

“C'mon Dollface, you need rest.” Mingi said as he stroked your damp hair behind your ear. “We've got so much more in store for you.”

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I went digging through youtube, old posts, and shitty websites, along with my memories, and here you go! Hopefully these are accurate.

2013 — Unoffical Tumblr event “Mishapocalypse” happened, an online flash mob event wherein which Tumblrinas change their profile pictures to a specific picture of Misha Collins of Supernatural fame.

2014 — Users were given the option to get Tumblr Pro for free, and those who accepted were given top hats on their icons. Prompty after this, @staff announced that “Everyone with a top hat is now marked for account deletion. This is the only way we could destroy this horrible website. Happy April Fools day.”

2015 — The “Executive Suite 2016 Productivity Edition” essentially changed Tumblr into office software, allowing spreadsheets for memes, calculators that gave incorrect answers, and Coppy. Who gave “helpful tips”.

2016 — Tumblr voted to select the “new lizard king”, from Rick, Debrah, Mop and Wretched Tooth. However, more famously, an edited @staff post reads “for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits”.

2017 — The Tumblr Horse Game was a feature that, when clicked, took users to a game wherein you had to collect shit from a pixelated horse. If you failed to do so, the horse died.

2018 — The answer to Bitcoin, is Tumblcoin! A parody of crytocurency.

2019 — Tumblr Memories, in which Tumbeasts were set loose. Remember them? The mascot from 2011, for service interruption announcements.

2020 — There was seemingly no prank this year. This was COVID-19.

2021 — Tumblr released “non-fungible tumblcryptids”, a parody of NFTs. There was a supposedly limited amount of them.

2022 — A light switch, when activated, would open up a variety of colourful things on the desktop dashboard, including a “Summon Crab!” button, which would summon a crab when activated. Other buttons made different sounds.

2023 — A feature similar to the Discord reaction function was temporarily added, using basic emojis.

2024 — Every user was given the option to opt-in to the boop o meter, and could boop, super boop, and evil boop other users who also opted in, earning up to three badges by doing so.

#april fools #tumblr meta #boop o meter #tumblr memories #tumbeasts #non fungible tumblcryptids #summmon crab #tumblcoin #coppy #tumblr horse game #tumblr pro #mishapocalypse #new lizard king #boop

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Look out its a Linkblr Dashboard Simulator!

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🪶 redwingskies Follow

So who was gonna tell me the Surface is Real, huh? Who.

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Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?

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Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

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Hey btw, If I kill a god does that make me one? Is there like. Rules for this? Asking for a friend. (Like seriously. I don't care. He does.)

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Today's Fact: Did you know Trains are the reason New Hyrule has Standardized Time Zones? As citizens needed to know when to get to a train station, the council lobbied for standardized time that could be applied precisely for travel by train! The entire modern perception of time is because of the Train!

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Thanks, I hate it. Lets go back to living by the sun rise and set.

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??? We've always had standard time zones??? What are you talking about. Trains didn't invent that.

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...they literally did. I re-researched this to double check. What are YOU talking about?

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Time zones? Like. The era of Legend, the Golden era, bullfish like that?

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... you can swear you know? I'm 12 not a baby.

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you're HOW OLD? I thought you were a Royal Engineer???

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12? It's in my bio?

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I love you but get the hell off of this website why are you here

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Can we go back to the weirdo who thinks Time Zones are HISTORICAL PERIODS?

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Haha yea total weirdo, what, are they like 400 years old or something? Lol

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Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job

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Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.

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Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!

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Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??

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Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.

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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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Link. This is not what I told you to post.

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Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!

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Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.

Thanks everybody

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Lol this loser doesn't know how to make sideblogs

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The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?

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The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".

-The Diety

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...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.

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Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard

-Green (?)

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I am going to kill you.

#we have all agreed to not utilize this blog until the poll is complete #so shut up green

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Amy looked at the website with confused apprehension. "ApeFist.net" it was called, the design looking straight out of the early 2000s; a simple gif of a starry night sky repeated ad nauseum forms the whole of the background page. "I thought Geocities died?" she thought.

At the fore of the webpage there was a small box for text input with the words "Make your Wish" sitting above it.

At first Amy laughed at it. The link had been spammed by some raider on her favorite trans support discord; it was stupid to even click on it, but she was compelled to check what it was in hopes that it was some kind of NFT scam - she loved making fun of NFT bros and so did most of the server.

She didn't really believe in wishes either, certainly not those given out by a webpage less modern than Craigslist. However that does not mean she had nothing to wish for. Amy's transition was a lifesaver, but her personal results are much less than she was hoping for. She started at age 19 and now at age 24 she's worried that the bulk of her transition is over. Her tiny mosquito bite tits can barely fit an A cup and her hips are practically non-existant - this combined with a general lack of confidence keeps her from being very confidant in her personal style.

After a couple minutes of consideration, she shrugs her shoulders and types into the box.

> I wish I had the body of a thick goth girl with big boobs.

She hit enter and immediately felt silly, she basically just fell for an equivalent of chain mail.

That was before the burning started.

A fire erupted in Amy's chest as she keeled over into the fetal position. Her chest began inflating outwards, settling at two jiggly mounds that were about the size of basketballs. Her stomach grew outwards with a healthy layer of fat as her hips and ass ballooned, giving her that super thick hourglass figure. Her skin prickled as it slowly lightened to a near pale white, her hair itched as it turned into a stylish black bob, and her clothes melted into a simple all black outfit.

When the pain subsided, she took stock of her body; grabbing at her curves and pawing at her crotch to realize her little e-dick had even turned into a pussy. She looked back to the computer to see not the wishing website but... a webcam software? Why was that...

She immediately became drowsy, the late golden hours of the sun shining through the window as it fades ever closer to nightfall. She passes out onto the couch.

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Amy awoke to the sound of... Moaning? She was sitting up now in what felt like a desk chair. When she opened her eyes she could see through the groggy glaze a computer screen with... herself on it. Her new, goth self at least.

She was squeezing her tits and moaning provacatively into the camera - Amy could see the name at the bottom of the stream: "bigtiddygothgf".

As she came more and more to her senses she expected to feel what her body was doing on the stream, but as she became more intune with her body she became aware of a different stimulation. A hand wrapped around her cock.

She looked down, the messy contents of the desk flashing by her view before it settles on her body. A hairy man's body with a much bigger cock than she'd ever had before. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but all she could let out was a loud grunt as her hand continued to mercilessly jack off her huge, hard, manly cock.

She saw the username next to the chat input textbox: "FatBalls88". 88? Was she a 35 year old man now? The thought died as the stroke of her hand passed the head of her cock once more, matched by the perfect bouncing of the goth girl's tits on the screen.

"Fuck... So hot..."

She didn't say that! Or... did he? She was slowly losing context for why she was here, memories of her life as Amy, her job, the struggles of her transition, the events just preceding these, all began to be replaced with "Adam". Adam is a 35 year old self proclaimed "deadbeat"; in truth he's not doing that bad, he's got a fine apartment, a good job, and he keeps in reasonable shape. What he does not have is a girlfriend, explaining his semi-excessive spending on cam girls.

Amy fought back against these thoughs. "I could use a beer, that would help." She thought before realizing that was more of Adam consuming her. Amy was being deleted from all sides and shlacked over with Adam as s-s-- he came ever closer to cumming.

*click*

"Oh! Thanks for another donation FB! You're my favorite viewer." the girl smooched out at the camera while jiggling her massive tits with her hands.

Adam exploded, his eyes rolled back into his head as white hot cum splattered the bottom of his desk. His chair creaks with strain as his limp body leans further and further backwards. The absolute destruction of whatever remained of Amy and the sudden influx of everything that was Adam left the man dazed for quite awhile only to gain awareness of a ticking sound from the stream.

A spinning wheel full of the names of everyone who donated this stream stuck in front of the visage of "bigtiddygothgf". Adam grunted primally, angry that he could no longer ogle the tits, until...

"Omg FB congrats! Y'know you're my best supporter I think you deserve it the most. DM me and we'll see where we can meet up!"

Adam shook off his lusthaze and remembered: the promise of this stream was that each $1 donated gave you a chance to meet up with the goth cam girl and fuck her live on her next show.

Knocking trash and old beer bottles to the floor he rushed to attention at his keyboard and slid into her dms to set a date.

"Finally," he thought "I'll have that body all for myself..."

#mtf detrans kink #mtftm jackoff fuel #mtf detrans

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cannibalcaprine · 7 months

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you (and others) seem to really like homestuck but i have never seen/read it before, would you recommend it?

yes 100%

it's very slow at the start, but it picks up after the first act

though, a note: get the unofficial collection, the website broke a lotta games when flash died

the unofficial collection also has stuff to block out the excessive r-slurs!

#homestuck

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lettersfrombeyondthegrave · 23 days

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it does feel a bit like "theres no place in current cities for kids" can be applied to the internet as a well a bit? like yes, theres kids on tiktok and other sites and youre like hey. youre still in fucking elementary shool go do your homeworks but. when i was 10 flash games were thriving. we had all those type of websites targeted to kids, that people still feel nostalgic of today.

and no they werent perfect at all and probably many werent really that safe for kids to be on but. it feels like that kind of era died? whatever theres available for kids to do in this age is not on the same level? like a digital version of cities of today idk

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Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 14 - Flash Strike - A Discussion Post

This episode had my heart racing and I still cannot grasp the fact that this is the second-to-last episode. Let's return to the pre-finale filled with surprising and heart-racing moments!

(SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE YET! all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/314/?page=1)

The boys and Rampart keep their shuttle attached to the Imperial ship that is on its way to Mount Tantiss, and the ship that Echo is currently inside of. Hunter plans to detach the ship and head into Tantiss, and they know that Echo will find a way off the ship safely.

It's so funny how Rampart has just been dragged into this mess and is on his way to Tantiss as well, as he likely never expected to get into this much chaos after the Batch got him out of that Imperial prison. He's probably preferring the prison now instead of going to Tantiss.

Hemlock enters the control room, inquiring about the status of the ship coming here. Scorch gives him word that the Batch had infiltrated the station on Coruscant with Rampart, and that certainly changes things. Hemlock orders fighters to launch into the airspace, preparing for the attack.

The ship exits out of hyperspace to enter Wayland (Weyland? It's spelled differently in Canon and Legends on Wookiepedia, and on the Star Wars website they spell it as Wayland), the planet where Mount Tantiss is located. Hunter and Crosshair pilot the ship in the front, detaching from the vessel and fighting the fighters that were sent out to attack them. The laser cannons attached to Tantiss start to attack them as well as Hunter pilots and tries to avoid the cannon shots.

The rumbling caused by the laser cannons are felt on Tantiss, and it was so cute how their little flat block structures broke because of the rumbling and Baryn (being the little playful baby he is) knocks over his structure and laughs. Omega feels the vibrations on the table and can tell that it is laser cannons. Emerie gets word that there is a security alert and she tells Scalder to watch the kids, which Scalder basically rolls her eyes at and says that they will be fine.

Omega knew that her brothers have come for her, and that just melted my heart.

The ship gets shot, and the boys and Rampart have to quickly get out before they crash land. Wrecker gets the cables out, and Crosshair and Wrecker go first, hanging off the ship, and they literally had me hanging on my seat in fear if any of them fell. Hunter jumped with Rampart (by jumped, I mean jumped and dragged him down to get him out because he wouldn't jump). Rampart's screams were everything this episode; shout out to Noshir Dalal for voicing him so greatly.

Hemlock sends out troops to find them, while the boys hide out in the jungle. It was hilarious how Hunter said "Unfortunately, yes" when Rampart survived, and Rampart heard him. For a second I really thought he didn't survive until Hunter said yes. The boys continue to head towards Tantiss, trying their best to be unseen.

I cried when Crosshair's hand started shaking again, he's so nervous to be back here.

Meanwhile, Echo disguises himself in stormtrooper armor and steals a droid's hand, and I was so happy that he finally got a robotic hand. All the theories about Echo wearing white armor just like Fives was before he died in his arc in The Clone Wars is freaking me out, I really hope it doesn't come to that in the finale.

Eva wonders why their vitals haven't been taken yet today as usual, and Omega decides to go into the walls of Tantiss and figure out what is going on (she is literally living in the walls of Tantiss and Hemlock's walls, it's so funny). She tells the kids to cover her, who all have no idea what that means.

While venturing through the jungle, Rampart talks with Crosshair, comparing how he saw him in the Empire versus now with his brothers. Crosshair says that Rampart is like him after the Empire had betrayed them both and that he has changed, and Rampart suspects if he really has. He's really scaring me with how that line was delivered, but I'm just hoping that it means nothing and everything's fine.

Omega carefully goes through the walls of Tantiss, trying to find out what is going on and any routes of escape. The boys and Rampart continue to navigate themselves through the jungle, while Rampart grows tired and lays near what he thinks is probably a rock. He rests near a large beast, as it awakens and Rampart starts freaking out, running away. The boys try to fight it without blasters, but eventually the blasters are used and their position is given away.

Rampart gets caught by the Imperials while running away, as he will likely be taken to Hemlock for questioning. I'm so worried that he will betray the Batch.

The kids try to come up with ways to keep Omega from being caught, as Baryn drifts off to sleep. Dr. Scalder comes down to take the kids' vitals with the usual droid, while Omega is missing. Sami tries to stall Dr. Scalder by telling her that she is still hungry, and Scalder replies, "It will pass." She was really willing to let the kids starve and didn't care; her and Hemlock are at the top of the list as the worst doctors on Tantiss. Jax asks if he can go next, but Scalder becomes frustrated with the kids, going in order and doing her job.

Luckily Omega managed to get back in time, acting like nothing happened.

While in the walls, Omega passes a room that holds a contained Zillo beast, likely the same one that the Batch had seen before. I'm so happy the theories about the ZIllo Beast being in Mount Tantiss's basement came true, and if the prayers about it eating Hemlock come true that would just be funny. I'm so ready for Omega to let it free and allow it to cause chaos on that mountain with the Batch watching.

Echo gets in the room where the blood samples are tested, and views all the files of every clone on Tantiss, even Omega's. Emerie comes in and sees him in his trooper disguise, and Echo tries to lie his way out (and of course, we know that clones are unable to lie). Emerie manages to recognize Echo from what Omega has told her about him, and Echo gets to meet the Emerie his sister has always talked about. Echo gets upset with Emerie since she is playing a part in all of this, and Emerie says that she was just doing her job. I feel so bad for her and all the lies she's grown up with while likely growing up under Hemlock, but she's starting to wake up. Emerie tells Echo about the other children on Tantiss, and they plan to get them out. I'm so excited to see their dynamic next week.

Omega regroups with the kids, and the kids are happy to see that she is fine. The kids ask her if she found something, and Omega says that she found something big and is ready to get them out with a plan. She looks so ready, I'm so ready for my little girl to cause havoc on that mountain and make every doctor on Tantiss go insane.

I can't believe we're reaching the finale now, and I'll only have one more discussion to write. I'm so excited and greatly nervous for the finale, and I am so sad that this show is coming to an end soon. I'm hoping we can see CX-2 again, where did he go and please reveal your face! Still praying the finale is over an hour...

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Because I can't help myself...

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

Max felt like this was all just one big out of body experience. Daniel was hanging off of him smiling down the phone with his family. Because of course he had a phone— everyone did. But Daniel forgets about it apparently and it dies often because he doesn’t charge it. He has better things to do than be tethered to technology– unless it's like videos of animals then he has all the time in the world.

When the call had connected; Grace had been weeping and Joe had looked marginally worried. The moment they saw Max however, Joe looked apoplectic and Grace was gently replaced by Michelle who looked like she was planning to kill Max in his sleep.

“Daniel, love. Where are you?” Grace was sniffling and Daniel’s smile dimmed a little.

“Mama this is Max! He says I’m in Monaco— its far from Perth. I’m sorry Mama.”

“Danny you don’t even have a passport…” Michelle was confused and exasperated. Her usual emotions around her brother.

“Security must be very lax at the airport.” Joe muttered which had Max snorting. They’d all forgotten about him and he'd effectively gotten their attention again.

Michelle mutters something about trusting random people and Daniel lights up because he didn’t just trust blindly this time!

“Don’t worry Chellie! The cats say he's nice! And you know cats never lie!” They were right about the birds and so far they've been right about Max.

“Well if the cats say he's nice…” Grace had all but calmed down seeing that her baby is fine, but Michelle and Joe were already in action mode. They weren't so convinced about this ‘nice Max person’.

“Danny, can you give us a moment so we can talk to Max about getting you home?” Joe smiled when Daniel sang an ‘of course’ and they all watched him get up and frolic to a daybed behind Max and curl up with the cats. Max smiled unconsciously at his humming, who could stay stoic in the face of this?

Grace eventually flutters off as well– because her boy is hale and whole so she's good– and it's just Max left to the wolves of Michelle and Joe.

It takes a bit but they eventually believe that he's a Formula 1 driver (lots of cross referencing websites and apps. Michelle was thorough) and that he has no problems helping Daniel get home. The season doesn’t start for a few months so he’s got time.

Turns out they’ll need to get Daniel a passport, sneaking him back into the country even on a private jet was a felony.

Daniel was making himself comfortable during all of this, floating around the flat with Jimmy and Sassy in hand, singing to them and pointing out the window. He then started looking at himself in all of Max’s trophies, making faces in the mirrored metal, and singing the names to the cats.

“Oh! Melbourne! I know there!” Daniel excitedly pointed at a circular tray like trophy, the lighthouse on his thigh flashed a golden light and the sails of the ship fluttered.

“I’ve raced there.” Max smiled at Daniel’s delighted laugh. He continued to watch Daniel admire all his hardware and crystals with a fond smile– Michelle and Joe stared eagle eyed and tense. When it seemed like he wasn’t putting on a show, they calmed down a little. Just a smidge.

They allowed Max to go after a few more threats– which was only fair. And he went to take a cat from Daniel. Jimmy curled into Max’s hold and Sassy flopped herself around Daniel’s neck, kneading the air as if high on catnip. Daniel giggled, shrugged and scritched her tummy.

“Daniel do you want a change of clothes? Maybe a shower?”

Daniel started singing a song about showers and sunsets and Max took that to mean that sure, he wanted to shower. He found something non-merchy, a tshirt and athletic shorts, he hoped they fit because he didn’t exactly know what size daniel was.

Easily remedied, however, because Daniel took off his sweatshirt during his second chorus. Max blinked at the expanse of tanned skin that was exposed, and the new collection of tattoos that glowed and fluttered. He serenaded Sassy while she bundled in his arms, cooing and grinning when she purred back. The cherub on his forearm fluttered its wings.

He was smaller than Max anticipated, but still broader and fit. Max guessed it was because his aura was so large that he physically seemed tiny in comparison.

“Is there anything you want to eat? I can order food while you bathe.”

"Do they have pizza here? I love pizza." Daniel swayed where he stood, his inner music never stopping.

"We can get pizza."

Daniel did a happy dance then sauntered to the bathroom confidently. Max cut himself off from saying something when Daniel pointed to the hallway door while looking down at the cat in his hand. Right…Sassy knew where everything was. It was a …strange dynamic to consider.

While that happened, Max took out his phone and texted Charles for help. He was truly out of his depth and Charles knew how to handle weird shit. He'd gotten used to being more important than the Pope so he could help figure this out.

Charles came with Lando– because of course he did. Those two were always together nowadays. They could keep a secret– not from each other– but they were vaults otherwise. They were in the living room and Max was just about to start explaining when Daniel fluttered out of the bathroom humming. He was damp and shirtless but was wearing Max’s shorts, Charles’ and Lando’s mouths dropped open in shock.

Max scrambled up to cover Daniel off before he fully got into the living room. “Daniel, where is your shirt?”

“Oh, Sassy said it was uncomfortable so I like decided not to wear it.” He shrugged uncaringly and the skull baby on his bicep stepped forward to keep its footing. Sassy purred in his arms and he went back to staring at her lovingly.

“Do you want another shirt?”

“Max…what the fuck?” it was Lando. Max groaned when Daniel looked around him, beaming brightly. The rose bloomed a little.

“Hi! I’m Daniel!”

Part 4

#Joe and Michelle will kill for their boy. Grace is happy as long as he's happy #Something about Daniel makes everyone uber protective. Also...he's younger in this universe.#I think I want to make Max the older but I also don't want an 8 yr age gap. I'll figure it out #max/daniel #maxiel #enchanted au #disney princess dan #lando and charles are also there

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splatreference · 8 days

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File Garden Mirror of Splatrefs

hey peeps! I genuinely forget if i've already made this post because i've been meaning to for like 5 months, but the gist of it is that i've been working on a mirror of this blog on File Garden.

This will function as a backup of the blog in case something ever happens to it (e.g. tumblr dies, i get banned, i accidentally delete it and whatever else giant meteor etc.) But it will also serve as an alternative way to access the resources here through another website, as well as easily access all the files themselves rather than having to sift through photo posts.

The pros that come with this:

MUCH easier management and uploading of pictures and even videos (for me). Tumblr has a daily image upload limit and even then the images have to be split across many different posts, which makes it a days-long, sometimes weeks-long process to be able to add pictures. Also don't have to memorize tags. -

Clear organization; folders and subfolders mean that everything can be neatly in one place. Whether you find this easier and/or more convenient to navigate than Tumblr tags is subjective, though. -

Easy downloads! I'm always saying that if you need some references a lot, I recommend saving them for yourself and File Garden makes it pretty easy to my knowledge. I will keep recommending this, by the way. -

In MY experience, load times for images are usually much faster than on Tumblr (which is definitely my main draw for making it in the first place) -

It's not Tumblr, but an actual file hosting site. I know, that's revolutionary

Unfortunately File Garden also isn't perfect, so to be thorough here is also a list of cons:

The site is down ALL the time. I feel like it has constant outages which isn't really unexpected for a smaller site. The good news is that these rarely last very long - the bad news is that you might also run into errors. -

There are no folder icons, which can make it a bit harder than it needs to be to actually find where you want to go, which is annoying given there's no search -

While faster at loading image previews than tumblr by a country mile (especially when reloading the page), loading in the images can be really flashy. As in they literally flash white when loading in sometimes.

Going forward, I'll be uploading everything I upload here also to File Garden. I'm slowly working towards copying every major thing from the blog over to there (it's horrible guys, one copypaste at a time) so it should fill up over time and be usable as an alternate resource!

(Also, for anyone taking a look, please help a guy out in the endless war against admin error. If there's pictures in folders where they shouldn't be or there's thumbnail-sized uploads in some of the folders, shoot an ask here with the location and I'll fix it...)

That's it for this century's status update. I've been procrastinating a fuck ton on actually getting anything uploaded here... hope everyone has a good Sizzle Season and maybe I'll try to catch up at least a little bit.

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maya-chirps · 7 months

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Can you tell us more about Filipino mythology and moneters, cause there's no 1 official website and I almost always barely passed filipino? Can you also list like great sources for me to read? Thanks

I had a pretty busy week last week so it took a while to get to this ask but I'd love to give more info on the topic!

Further Readings and Sources

As much as I had stated that The Aswangs Project and their handling of discussions about Filipino mythology, specifically Tagalog mythology, is dubious at best, they have a lot of good articles about aswangs that do align with local beliefs so reading through their website for monsters specifically could be a good and free resource. They had also made a documentary that you can watch for free on YouTube that covers a lot of this and more about aswangs.

For written works, I would suggest any of Maximo D. Ramos's works as I've brought up before. There's his published paper The Aswang Syncrasy in Philippine Folklore which is considered as basically the holy grail of Aswang research, which, as I had stated, take up a bulk of the FIlipino monsters. It's hard to find easily accessible PDFs of the paper and I remember that I found a copy of this or a similar work by Ramos but the link has eluded me.

For a less academic and more fun fictionalized source for Filipino monsters I suggest The Lost Journal of Alejandro Pardo: Meet the Dark Creatures from Philippines Mythology by Budjette Tan and David Hontiveros which is available through Amazon here. It follows a fictional researcher and his discoveries of Filipino monsters and other creatures. It's a pretty easy read with a lot of good information about cryptids and monsters from the Philippines, owing to it's style of found media. If you've seen something like Gravity Falls's officially published Journal 3 from the show's universe, it has a similar vibe to that.

That's all I have for now, but I am looking more into this topic! My PC has issues right now so I might answer questions more slowly than my already slow answering speed. I hope this post helped you learn a little more about Filipino mythology and cryptids.

#mayaposts #mayaqna #mayapino #filipino mythology #kapampangan mythology #tagalog mythology #filipino folklore #filipino monsters #bathala #apolaki #mayari #aswang #manananggal #tiyanak #long post #very long post #philippines #filipino

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kusagrasskusa · 7 months

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An Eye for an Eye, 'Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 4- Meething Them Part 1

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha3, Cha4, (Chapter Selections!)

Side Note, Toby is said to be 5’8 by the age of 25 and that’s gonna be the age I’m putting him at. And just for fun, Masky will be 6’ and Brain will be 6’2. Just saying, it was creepy af trying to find the actors’ heights (there’s no info for it btw) but the websites that have their info were getting too personal with it lmao

Summary- She wakes up to meet a man. Luckily she planned ahead.

I just want to be yours, loved only by you. I can’t fucking breathe when I'm around you. You can hurt me, manipulate me, fucking break me, ruin me. Just give me your heart so I never have to worry again.

The world spun all around as her eyes fluttered open to the dark space in the dimly lit room. Litten only by a small red light on the opposite wall next to a door. The smell was horrible- like the smell of a rotting body that had been there for far too long. Perhaps more than one body, too.

The air was cold and stung on her bare flesh, a familiar feeling from all those years ago. She remembers Martha locking her in the car on a cold winter day to take Mateo ice skating, and how the cold stung her like this. Martha died in jail for what she did to little Y/N by the other prisoners; mothers who would do anything to see their child or stepchild again. And these mothers didn’t like meeting a woman so cruel to her stepdaughter that she’d lock Y/N in the car on hot summer days until she couldn’t breathe anymore.

What drives a woman to do that? It’s no wonder Y/N always gets hot and nervous in a vehicle with a heavy heart each time. A fear of cars is something she may never get over.

Sometimes Y/N swore she could see her mother in this room. Sometimes, I say, as if she hadn’t been awake for only 5 minutes. Disillusioned and staring into space, flashing images of once was or can be popping in and out. Five minutes felt like forever for some reason. She was so cold in nothing but her undergarments; although the thought of where her clothes were never registered in her mind.

Chloroform doesn’t knock people out that fast unless it's laced. Whatever they used would remind her of how she felt after surgery when the anesthesia was wearing off. When she had surgery after trying to cut her arm off and nearly dying. Why did she do that again?

“Good morning, woo,” a masculine voice called out, followed by a random noise. A tic.

When did the large shadowed man lean in front of her? The room was too dark to see his face, but she could see his silhouette from the light shining behind him.

“Good morning,” her weak sound whispered back. “Where am I?”

“Somewhere nice, little Y/N, woo,” his voice ticed once more, “a nice little place of business. And me and you are gonna talk.”

“Oh, I’m not in the force yet,” Y/N smiled softly, cocking her head at the man as he chuckled. “You’ll have to talk with my brother about police business.”

“No silly, not about that. No… We have something more personal to talk about later,” he said kindly. “For now, I just wanna look at your beautiful face. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping.”

“Hehe, how sweet,” she softly replied, not registering what he even said in her mind. She heard him say something else- although, her tiredness made it hard to pay attention and keep her eyes open.

“Not a thought going through your head- woo- then, and not a single damn thought now. That’s okay. Enjoy your high while you can, pretty girl.”

By the time her eyes looked back up at the man, he was gone. But she didn’t feel his presence leave.

The back of her mind began to finally recognize the world around her. That she had slept enough for the day, that she wasn’t in her bed, and that she was hungry. Her mind trailed back to the thought of kissing her date the previous night, forcing a weak smile on her tired face as her head tilted to the side of the table she was lying on.

“Mmm,” she silently whimpered as her eyes registered the giant light looming above her, too bright to handle in a drugged state. Slowly observing the dark room, her mind was finally putting the pieces together of what was happening. What was happening…

“What the fuck…” Y/N grumbled as she lifted her head from the table, before halting when her shoulder muscles couldn’t move her forward. On top of that, she was barely clothed. Her breathing quickened alongside the beating of her heart as she looked around the dark room, slowly recalling the previous night’s events. Tim was taking her home, and then… then these two people came in, but one of them had Tim’s hair and build so-

“Tim! Tim you fucking asshole, where are you!” She screamed out, adrenaline filling her veins as she pulled against what was holding down her limbs. Ropes tied against her wrists made her wince in pain as she pulled; her arms were held above her head and tied against the legs of the table. Her legs were in the same state, tied against the table legs.

Her muscles fucking ached in pain after constant minutes of pulling and tugging at the ropes combined with heavy breathing. It just hurt so much more on the inside too because she was really starting to like that guy. The feelings of fear, betrayal, and rage burning into her skin more than the tightening ropes didn’t even hurt as much as the thought of what her brother must be thinking.

She was feeling far too mature to tell her brother where she was going to be. Fucking idiot mistake.

Y/N firmly placed her head against the table, overcome by the feeling of helplessness. She didn’t even notice the tears rolling down her face until now. Nor the light sweat that built up from when she was struggling, combined with the humidity of the room. Wasn’t she cold earlier? Why does she recall a different room? And why did she recall the voice that said-

-“woo, the first ten minutes are always my favorite. You see all five stages of grief in one sitting, hah hah.”

Her head turned to where she heard the voice, although her vision was too blurry to see the face of the man who just walked out of the shadows as if it were a 1940s horror film. “You,” she whispered, blinking away the tears the best she could, “who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking the questions first?” He replied smugly as he walked over to the table, leaning over her. He brought his head uncomfortably close to her face, narrowing his eyes as he took in her look of pure horror.

He looked young, perhaps in his early 20s. Large orange goggles around his eyes and a mask pulled down to his chin, revealing his cocky grin and a giant hole on his cheek. Her eyes quickly went to stare at his teeth and flesh from the hole, making her shiver and grow uncomfortable. It reminded her of the uncomfortability of being nearly naked. Did he take off her clothes?

“That’s what I thought. Now, we got some things to talk about, pretty girl,” he chuckled maliciously as he brought a hand to her face, caressing her cheek and watching as she contemplated what to do. He knew what she was thinking: should I pull away from his hand, or will he get mad? What if he hurts me? Oh, but I just don’t wanna be touched by this scary man, but what could I do when I’m so helpless?

It made his grin grow wider as he pulled away, reaching for his pocket and pulling out her wallet. She gasped as she noticed it. “Why do you have that?”

“Well, woo, if you wait a minute, I’m about to get to that.” His hand twitched as he unzipped her wallet and looked through the many cards and hundreds of dollar bills she had stashed in there. “Are you Mr Ismael Ramirez? Or a Mrs. Jamie Burningham? Oh, or a lovely Danielle Iowa? Because, sweetie, you don’t look like any of these people.”

Y/N’s heart fucking dropped. She quietly gulped, feeling her palms get sweaty and the room seemed to be a little warmer. “I… I don’t-“

“Yeah, didn’t think so. And I don’t think they could’ve given you their cards after they died either, huh? I know that Danielle almost escaped me, but I think a hatchet in the heart then proceeding to rip her open a little more should keep her too dead to pay you, right?”

Danielle Iowa was the daughter of the family she saw two nights ago when her brother called her in for help. She was in her room on her back, bruises on her arms and a giant open hole in her chest.

Y/N’s eyes widened as stuttering out slowly, “You killed them?” Her body started to shake, her chest heaving as her mind wandered to what he could do to her if he had the stomach to do other awful things to people.

“Oh, come on now, don’t look so scared!” the man laughed with a hint of annoyance, “you’re no fucking better! You also have exactly $853 in here, exactly as much as- woo- she had in her little jar in the room. How are you any better than a killer if you’re gonna steal money from the dead right next to their bleeding fucking corpses?”

Sins in the form of goosebumps trailed up her skin all over, her head turning away from him as an escape from the situation. She felt embarrassed, weak, and most of all, guilty. Fucking guilty.

“Yeah, and that’s the first time you’re facing it, huh? Didn’t feel so bad earlier, right, when you went out and bought that coffee? Or when you went- woo- out shopping the night before? Why does it feel so dirty now, Y/N?” The man laughed, setting his knee on the table to lift himself up and set his arms on either side of her. He looked down at her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look back at him from above.

“But hey, ‘ion gotta kill ya for your sins. I ain’t the devil or God. But I will make you work for your freedom.”

His neck snapped as he smiled down at her, ticking once more. Naturally, him being on top of her while she was barely clothed made her worry about what he could mean- what he was going to do to her. Rape her? Torture her like this was a Saw movie? Sell her into slavery?

“I-Is that so,” she said in a low voice, a shaky breath following.

He hummed in response, chuckling to himself. “If you wanna live and keep all your dirty money, well, I recommend you give me what info you got about the police force. Otherwise,” he paused as his neck snapped following a tic. A sudden cold metal pressed against her bare stomach, making her shudder. “I can cut you open for Mateo to see, pretty lady. And that cute little look of fear on your face would look so fucking ugly when it gets skinned off, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N agreed, nodding her head with a quivering lip. “Or-”

“Or?” The man widened his eyes with mild shock, cocking his head as he placed the hatchet a little more firmly against her stomach, causing Y/N to suck in a little.

“Or, you let me willfully help you with all the data I can provide, and then some, in return for help,” she said softly, a small smile appearing on her face as if her fear had just vanished.

“Woah, woo,” he chuckled, his grin growing large on his face as he pulled away. He pressed his hatchet even harder against her skin, causing her breath to hitch. “I have never seen that before. I’mma have to let the other guys know about this, hah hah.”

He got off of her and stepped back down onto the floor, sticking his hatchet back into his little holder.

“Wait, so, what’s this “and then some” thing supposed to mean? And what makes ya think that whatever you can provide is worthy of not just your life, but also something more in return?” he asked rather threateningly as if he was annoyed. No, pissed off.

“You know, I’m not just some dirty detective or thief,” Y/N replied cautiously, furrowing her eyebrows. “You think I didn’t notice all the girls looked like me? You think I didn’t notice I could be next? What if I took extra steps in case something were to happen to me?”

“Attitude out of nowhere like ya have any power over the situation,” he replied aggressively, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t like it when things don’t go his way. He swiftly grabbed his hatchet back out and set it on her stomach, before crouching down and reaching for the ropes tying one of her hands down. Anxiety pulsed through her veins but… she knew what she was doing.

The rope burns hurt her wrists as it got free, her hand feeling better from the return of circulation. The man placed her arm down the table forcefully, holding it down as he grabbed his hatchet again, placing the blade on her fingers. Instinctively, she gasped and tensed.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he said before ticcing, “you’re gonna give me a good counterdeal that’s just so much better than mine. And if you don’t, I’m cutting these off one by one. Got it? Or do you wanna just take my deal instead?”

Y/N quivered, narrowing her eyes at him before taking a deep breath. “Okay, listen… I could do two things. I won’t ever give you the police info if all I get is life and dirty money, and whatever happens to my brother. So you’d have to kill me and be left struggling to get the info yourself. And, let me promise you, it’s not easy.”

She took a quivering breath as the weight of the man’s eyes caused more anxiety to trail through her.

“However, I could also help you. Not just info given to you, but I can also lead the investigation in ways that would keep you and whoever you’re working with safe. I know the ins and outs of everything that goes on there, and I’ve tampered with info before on cases. That’s how I get away with stealing,” she says hesitantly, guilt in her words.

“I could give you info computer bases don’t have, I can steal, I can lie, and I’m very good at staying hidden. I know this might not seem like a lot, especially given that I don’t know your plan, but I can tell these aren’t your first murders or kidnappings. Surely having someone who can log into police bases across this country could be helpful to you, right?”

The man raised a brow, cracking his neck before huffing, “Yeah, yeah, so you can make things easier for me, I expected that. Coulda summed that up quickly, y’know. Now tell me what you wanted in return.” He tapped his hatchet against her fingers impatiently.

“I want to come with you guys,” she breathed out quickly, a look of desperation on her face. “I know you and whoever you work with have been across the country, possibly the world, and committed similar crimes. I’ve studied family murders that looked just like the ones here from other states- and I admire it! I would do anything to be a part of what you guys do.”

She bit her lip in embarrassment, realizing how stupid she must sound right now. The silence that followed made her recap how she was tied up, nearly naked, with a serial killer threatening to cut off her fingers after threatening her with death. She then boldly decided to reject his offer and made her own, and now just asked to be a part of a killer group as if she was trying to join a Fanclub.

“Interesting,” the man slowly replied awkwardly, squinting his eyes and cocking his head at her. “You’re weird.” His hatchet began to pierce the skin of her fingers, making her gasp and lift her head from the table defensively.

“Fuck, if you do that, you’re gonna fucking regret it!” she yelled out, her hand shaking. The man chuckled, pausing as her fingers began to bleed.

“How come?” he asked amusingly.

“Tim has a tracker in his truck, connected with a camera and audio. It picked up anything that happened around it- and the data will be sent to my brother unless I stop the message in time.” Sweat built up on her forehead from the extreme nervousness she felt. But damn, her reasoning worked.

“Ugh, you fucking would make this difficult,” he huffed, sticking his hatchet back in his holder. He ticked, pulling his mask back up to his face before leaning into hers, caressing her cheek, and whispering, “You’re pretty, but you’re nothing special. I’ve seen plenty like you before, so don’t think- woo- you got your way yet.”

With that, he ripped his hand away from her face and grabbed her arm to tie her wrist back to where it was. A long, deep sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, placing her head back against the table. He mumbled things under his breath as he finished up, walking out of the room. The noise she heard indicated that he opened a door and walked out- leaving her alone in the room.

What a fucking experience.

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Hey guys! Just btw, if you aren't satisfied with this chapter or wish it could have been a little different, feel free to let me know! I'm contemplating rewriting it since I'm not totally satisfied by it- but, if you guys feel it's good enough, I don't wanna waste time rewriting a whole new chapter that most people aren't going to reread.

...but! If you feel like I could touch up on this rather than rewriting the whole thing, do let me know as well. I just really need feedback 🤣

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year

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Chapter 1: Rescue

Warnings: 18+ written from reader pov but the Batch give her a nickname eventually. Mentions of blood, torture, slavery, nightmares, panic attacks, abuse, death, illness and incorrect medical terms (I’m no medic)

A/N: I’m aware this post either ends abruptly if you’re on the app or repeats continuously if you’re on the website 🤣 nothing I can do until Tumblr fix their shit.

Word Count: 4.7k+

The screen on your mediscanner buzzed with static and you hit the side in an attempt to reconnect the loose wire inside it. Holding it out you guided the beam to scan your latest patient; a human from somewhere. It didn’t matter where, once you were here you didn’t leave unless it was in a box.

You knew this particular human as Roc. He’d come in less than two weeks ago, hands in bindings with tattered clothes and a terrified expression. They all arrived the same, and they all left the same. You tutted at the temperature reading on your screen, it was far too high and that meant he needed medication.

The large house was almost empty, guards were posted along the walls and in the shadows, their watchful eyes following you as you made your way to the dining hall. You were a slave awarded with some form of freedom, because you were valuable. Your medical training kept the Master’s other property alive, to a point. There was only so much you could do when your Master didn’t fill up your supplies but happily kept his high over turn of slaves.

The guard leaned heavily on his weapon and watched your approach. He was a Sullustan, large black eyes that reminded you of a rodent and loose jowls hanging either side of his face.

“I need to see the Master.” He didn’t react, glaring at you but you just eyed him back, waiting. Sure enough he moved, swinging the rifle onto his back and opening the door just enough for you to slip through.

The first thing you noticed was the smell. Oh, by the gods it was delicious. Your mouth began to water, stomach clenching with painful spasms followed by swift anger that he was eating like a puffer pig while his slaves died in the fields. Your eyes were assaulted by an eight foot long table, laden with enough food to feed an army. And all of it was for one man.

The Master sat at the head of the table, reclining in a lavish throne-like chair that hovered above the floor. To your disgust he burped loudly and then guzzled an entire goblet of wine before he even acknowledged your presence.

“What do you want?” He asked rudely, waving a hand adorned with rings that flashed in the firelight. “Make it quick.”

“One of the slaves has contracted an illness. He needs treatment.”

“So give it to him.” You bit back a barbed retort, knowing it wasn’t worth it right now, you needed your hands.

“I don’t have the supplies, Master.” He sighed and threw down a bone onto his greasy plate. Throwing caution to wind you continued. “I fear this illness may be contagious.” He paused, looking up and directing a burning glare in your direction.

“How contagious?”

“I’m not entirely sure…” you jumped when he slammed a meaty fist on the table making the plates clink and you clamped your mouth shut, trying not to cower.

“Be sure,” he seethed. “Or it will be your life that’s next.” Bending your knees in a quick curtsy you scurried from the room, avoiding the smirking gaze of the guards and barricading yourself back in your tiny medical room.

Closing your eyes you breathed out slowly, trying not to give in to the panic that gathered in your chest, forcing it to disperse and telling yourself you were too valuable to be killed outright.

Your patient moaned feebly and you scanned him again, hating that the number hadn’t changed. Wringing out the cleanest cloth you could find you placed it on his forehead and patted away at the sweat that was seeping through his skin.

“Hang in there,” you whispered. “I’ll do my best.” A knock on your door made you flinch and you puffed out a sigh in agitation. One of the guards was standing outside, a small box in his hands and he thrust it at you.

“The Master said you better keep him from infecting the others, or it’s your turn for the hunt.” You snatched the box and shut the door in his face. The hunt was something the Master enjoyed with the slaves who disappointed him the most. He had kennels of hounds that were unleashed when it was hunt day. No one ever survived, they all thought they would but they always came back to you in pieces.

Hunter leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he listened to Cid dishing out their next mission. He looked over at his brothers and found himself searching for the one missing. It was always the same, the hole that Crosshair had left had never filled. His gaze settled on Omega, the youngest of the group had come on very quickly but then she was made of the good stuff, just like they were.

“Are you listening, Bandana?”

“Yes,” he replied instantly. “You want us to extract some rich guy’s kid from a possible slave complex in the Outer Rim.”

“A simplified view,” Tech said as he adjusted his specs. “But yes.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Wrecker slammed his large hands together.

“We need to plan this carefully,” Echo told the group. “The last thing we need is to draw attention from the slavers. Again.”

“I have already downloaded the schematic for the complex and pinpointed multiple holding cells where the slaves could be kept. Once I have a decent view of the complex itself, I can narrow down our options considerably.” Hunter sighed. They had no choice, this is what made the credits, kept the food in their bellies and a sort of roof over Omega’s head.

“Don’t muck this up. This kid better come back alive if you wanna get paid!” Cid called to their backs.

He ordered the others to get supplies while he, Tech and Omega went to ready the Marauder. Tech sat in the cockpit, guiding Omega in the various systems that needed priming and in what order while Hunter used the console to study the moon they were about to leave for. He couldn’t unseat the edgy feeling that niggled at him, something said this job was more than Cid was letting on. Maybe he should ask Tech to calculate the chances on that…he probably had the answer ready to go already.

“Hunter?” Omega sidled up to him, her brown eyes taking note of the tension on his tattooed face as she gazed at him with wisdom beyond her years. It still astounded him sometimes that she was technically older than he was. “Are you worried about the mission?”

“Just covering all the bases,” he assured her.

“Hmmm. Well remember to eat something, I brought extra rations from Cid’s store cupboard.” Hunter swivelled his seat round to track her movement as she walked to the bedroom Wrecker had made her.

“And when did you steal those, exactly?” She had the decency to look sheepish, a slight blush blossoming under her tanned skin and she shrugged.

“Someone needs to look after you all,” was her simple reply. Hunter sat back in his seat, arms crossed as he brooded; Omega was right, she was always thinking of the little things that he, nor his brothers would really think of. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, he just wanted this mission over and done with.

Your hand slammed on the door activation panel, blood spread on the buttons as you limped into your tiny medical bay. He’d got the back of your legs this time, using a whip with wicked barbs because he liked the sound of the flesh tearing. Tears shimmered at the edges of your eyes, finally dropping when you blinked but you refused to make a noise. Even when you applied the thinnest layer of bacta spray you could and bandaged the lacerations; you still refused to make a noise. Thankfully the treatment dulled the pain to something manageable.

Water splashed as you washed your hands, looking over your shoulder at your patient where he lay lifeless on the single bed you had in here. You’d isolated Roc from the others as the infection ravaged his body. Still not able to pinpoint exactly what was causing the infection from the measly tools you had here. Your datapad was old, the screen was cracked but still you looked through the symptoms, repeating them back to yourself in the hope it would connect with something in your mental list.

Lack of sleep and food made your mind slower than it should be and now you had to contend with the burning pain at the back of your legs that flared every time you moved. The mediscanner didn’t yield any new results, it just confirmed what you could see with your own eyes, he was getting worse.

Slouching in your chair you covered your face, realising that this was only going to go one way and the pair of you were going to end up in boxes. The Master had cut off your supplies, claiming he should be healed already and wouldn’t listen to the fact this man needed different care and medicine than what you provided. Bacta wasn’t the only source of healing in the Galaxy and believe it or not, it didn’t work on everything.

You must have dozed in your seat, starting awake with a pound of your heart. Getting up you checked your patient to find he was still comatose on the bed. Every breath he took ended in a small wheeze and you jotted down the fresh symptom. All in all, it didn’t look great for him.

The walls of your room juddered. Something had exploded outside and you wondered if going up in a blazing ball of fire was better than sitting here and waiting for your gruesome death.

Grabbing the first thing you could find which was probably the most expensive thing in the room. You had squirrelled away a portable defibrillator, keeping it hidden in a makeshift hole in the wall. This would be the only thing you could use a weapon, unless you counted your needles and cauterising tools.

Putting the defibrillator together you quickly tested the electrical spark, satisfied with the intense crackle that sounded. You hoped it wasn’t infighting again, sometimes the guards fell out and created a mess that you always had to clean up.

Taking a breath, you were about to go out and see what was making so much commotion, when the lock on your door went from red to green. It swished open and you were faced with a soldier. That was your first impression, covered in full armour that reminded you of Imperial Stormtroopers but it was the wrong colour. The helmet was weird too, you could see his eyes. Eyes that now gazed at you with curiosity as he cocked his head to the side. He held a datapad in his hand and you could see it was connected to the panel outside your room, that was how he’d managed to gain access.

Brandishing the defibrillator you activated the charge in his direction and hoped it was enough warning for him to stay away from you.

“W-whatever is happening out there it’s nothing to do with me!” You told him loudly. “Leave me and the other slaves alone.”

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he told you and stepped into the room.

“Stay back!” You gasped, bumping into the table Roc was on. It drew the soldier’s attention and his eyes widened behind the round goggles he had on.

“Hunter, I’ve found him. He’s in some sort of small makeshift medbay. Section 5 point A.”

“You can’t move him!” The medic in you panicked and you lowered your guard. “He’s really sick, you can’t take him.”

“We have to. What’s wrong with him?” Just then a much larger version of the soldier appeared in your doorway with a more fearsome helmet and you thought this was it, they were really going to kill you.

“Get out!” You cried.

“Huh. This the kid?” The bigger soldier asked, pointing at you, his voice deeper than the other one.

“No Wrecker. I believe that is the target.” Fear made your arm tremble and you lunged forward without thinking.

“Hey!” The soldier that was as wide as your door moved but he wasn’t quick enough. Pushing the defibrillator against the smaller soldier’s chest you expected him to drop. Instead you both watched as it clunked loudly into his solid breastplate, the spark not penetrating the armour and eventually fizzing out into nothing as its power failed.

“Well, that was uneventful,” he said with a matter of fact cheeriness that didn’t seem to match the situation.

You let it fall to the floor, defeat making your head lower and you moved to the side. “Take him,” you whispered. “Either way he’s going to die but if you can give him a chance…”

“All right.” You watched as the soldier with teeth on his helmet picked up your patient, tossing him unceremoniously over his shoulder.

“Come with us,” the slimmer one blurted out.

“Huh? Tech, We haven’t got room for more!”

“Wrecker, it’s clear that she’s a medic, her knowledge could be invaluable in keeping him alive. You remember what Cid said, we don’t get paid if he’s dead.” He turned back to you, ignoring the grumbling from his larger companion. “Come with us.”

“I—I can’t.” The whole building rocked violently, lights flickered and more explosions went off.

“That’s our cue to leave,” the one called Tech said, terrifyingly at ease with the chaos around him. So you followed them. You wanted to see what mess the three of them were making of this place, Tech, Wrecker and whoever this Hunter was.

Dust fell, hissing loudly as cracks appeared in the walls and you knew you had to get out, these guys were now your best bet. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, right?

A blaster shot whizzed past you, prompting Tech to whip out his own and dispatch the guards with frightening accuracy.

“Echo, we need a pickup.” Another one, a group of four so far. They moved like this was something they had done all their lives, their armour was expensive and sturdy, deflecting wayward shots without too much hindrance.

The unlikely pair led you outside and you gasped at the destruction of the large house that had been your prison.

“Tech! Wrecker!” You turned round in complete surprise when a child, no more than 10, maybe 11 years old appeared from nowhere carrying a golden weapon that sat on her arm.

“Omega found the slaves and freed them,” a deep, smooth voice said and you backed away. You couldn’t help it, he materialised from the shadows and he sounded like someone who’d slit your throat while you slept. His face was hidden by a helmet, made of the same stuff as the others, twirling a vibroknife with skill and planting it back into the sheath in his vambrace with a click. “Who’s this?”

“Oh. A medic. We found her tending to the target who seems to be suffering with an unknown illness. I proposed she came with us seeing as none of us have advanced medical capabilities and Cid wants him alive.” You heard the disapproving sigh through his vocoder at Tech’s explanation but he conceded quickly.

“Come on. We need to move.” The group began to run and you had no choice but to go with them. Counting your steps you followed a few paces behind, occasionally looking over your shoulder at the burning building. Sure enough the baying sound of the hounds reached your ears making you speed up slightly.

The trees disappeared and your footsteps ran out, so you stopped at the edge while the others continued. A ship hung just above the ground with its ramp lowered ready to admit them. Freedom…it was right there staring you in the face and you couldn’t reach it.

“Hey!” You looked at the one who had the knife, Tech standing beside him and looking back at you. “Come on!”

“I can’t!” Tech jogged closer to you, the datapad in his hands lighting up his eyes through the mask.

“Hunter, I’m reading a transmitter on her person…”

“Then find it and let’s go!”

“You can’t.” Placing a hand over your chest you subconsciously traced the ragged scar you had just under your collar bone. “It’s inside me.”

“Not to worry, I can disable it on the ship.” You sobbed, the noise of the hounds was drawing closer and you just wanted them all to leave.

“You need to go! Just go! If I move from this spot the transmitter will stop my heart.” Understanding flickered in Tech’s eyes and he looked back to his waiting comrade.

“I’m going to need cover fire in approximately 30 seconds.” Tech grabbed your arm and pushed you back against a tree. Your first reaction was to push back against him, to fight or slap him for touching you. But the fear of being so close to the boundary line terrified you even more. He planted his feet either side of yours, he was slimmer in build than the others but he was still imposing as he loomed in front of you, only his eyes lit up as they darted over his datapad screen.

Hounds burst from the trees but Tech didn’t move, so zoned in on his task of remotely disabling your transmitter. Your knees weakened when a hound rushed you both, snarling and snapping as it jumped, only to be shot in the face, collapsing in a heap near your feet. That’s when you noticed the group had spilled from the ship. Even the girl was on the ramp, her weapons shooting purple streaks into the darkness and she was just as accurate as the adults.

“I have managed to block the signal to your transmitter, so your former owner no longer has the power to terminate your life.”

“Are you sure?” Tech looked affronted at your words and gently grabbed your arm.

“Of course I’m sure. I am very seldom wrong.”

“Tech!! Let’s go!” You weren’t sure who shouted that, too busy avoiding random blaster shots. It wasn’t until you reached the ship that you realised he had actually succeeded and you weren’t dead. Tech pushed you onto the ship, shoving past to get into the cockpit, followed by one that looked more droid than man. Space became tight as the others came on board and the ramp closed, so you moved to sit next to Roc who had been buckled into place. The one called Hunter stood over you and you could sense he was assessing you from behind the helmet.

Your insides were shaking, and it showed when you held out your hand, stretching your trembling fingers. “Can I have your knife?” You asked with a wavering voice.

“Give me a good reason to hand it over,” he demanded icily. You grabbed the neckline of your tunic and pulled it down enough so he could see the transmitter just under your skin. He was hesitant, but he pulled the blade free, flipping it over and offering it hilt first. “Thank you.”

“Wait!” But he was too slow. Using the tip you sliced your skin open, blood welled from the wound and you grunted from the pain.

“I’ll get the kit!” The girl said and she rushed to the back of the ship. You ignored the blood that spilled down your front, your fingers digging around until you felt the hard edges of the transmitter. Your grip was slick and you felt frustration as it slipped away.

“You’re going to lose it!” Hunter growled and snatched at your wrist. Your heart rate rocketed at the firm contact, and you stared into the expressionless helmet, trying to keep your breathing deep and even.

“Are you stormtroopers?” You managed to whisper.

“Hardly,” Tech said when he appeared. He’d taken off his helmet to reveal his brown hair and lean face. The goggles it seemed, he wore all the time as they weren’t fixed to his helmet. “We are…”

“Tech,” Hunter warned, his grip tightening on your wrist. “Just get it out of her, we can do introductions later.”

“This is going to hurt,” he informed you.

“I know,” you snarled through bared teeth. For some reason it hurt more when someone else was doing it and you moaned at the back of your throat as he carefully tried to extract the alien object. Your breathing grew shallow and your head dizzy, a gasp of relief leaving you when he finally stepped back with the silver cylinder in the arms of his tweezers.

“Give it here,” Wrecker growled. He took the transmitter and crushed it firmly with one hand, letting the broken pieces fall to the floor. You stared at the shards, such a small thing had held you prisoner for so long, too long. Your mind was racing and you managed to smile, looking up at your unlikely rescuers.

“I’m—I’m free!” The elation didn’t last long as you really thought about what that meant. You were free, yes. But now you were homeless, you had no food nor money to your name and you were with a group of strangers who could strand you at any time. “What happens now?” You whispered.

“Don’t worry about that. First thing we need to do is stop this bleeding.” Omega lifted your hand and made you apply pressure to the wound. That’s when you saw the mediscanner in her hand running the numbers from Roc.

“He needs a shot of bacta before his pressure drops anymore!” You tried to get up but Hunter reached out to pin you to the seat.

“Omega has it,” he told you firmly. Sure enough she administered the shot with precision and watched his numbers increase but only slightly. Your vision was darkening and you struggled to clear it, your breathing was laboured, coming in short quick bursts. “If he goes into cardiac arrest he needs a stim shot! Don’t wait…because…” you tried to clear your mind but everything was fading. “Keep him…alive.”

Smoke, thick and cloying filled your throat. It was choking you, cutting off your air supply and stinging your eyes. It was dark, your hands flailing around and feeling you were in a box. Desperately you pushed, heaving against the sides to try and escape but it was no good; nothing budged.

You tried to call out except your voice wouldn’t work, the silence was deafening. You screamed but only you could feel the pressure in your chest from the force of it. Something was restricting you, closing in around you. You clawed at the silent assassin, gasping through the smog but you couldn’t fight the suffocating numbness that hooked into your mind. Slowly your movements ceased and you were floating in the vastness of nothing…ever enduring with only your fear for company.

Cold water splashed across your face and you dragged in a breath so deep it made your chest ache. Your eyes flickered open, the feel of the box was still at the forefront of your mind and you lashed out in the brightness. Gonky beeped in surprise and tried to shift away as your surroundings came into focus.

“What was that?” Wrecker said loudly from the side, prompting Echo to tut at his tactlessness.

“Well, judging by her reaction and elevated vitals, I can safely assume it was a nightmare.” Tech was at the console, his eyes never leaving the screen. Your heart was pounding, a strong throb throb throb in the depth of your chest that seemed to vibrate through your entire body. Your limbs were shaking, hands clutching at the bloodstained, damp tunic that covered your body. Hunter made a move towards you and instantly you flinched, pushing yourself further into the corner.

“It would seem she doesn’t like to be touched,” Tech glanced over at you, his eyes connecting with your terrified gaze. “My unsolicited advice would be to leave her alone.”

“When did you become so versed up on how to deal with people, Tech?” He fixed his bright gaze on Echo, not a change in his expression as he adjusted his goggles while sorting out the answer in his mind.

“I have expanded my knowledge by reading. It was clear she has been badly treated for a considerable amount of time and I wanted to be prepared for such behaviour in order to make her feel somewhat safe among us.”

“But we’re not going to hurt her,” Omega said.

“No, but she doesn’t know that,” Tech pointed out. “For all she knows we could be the worst people in the Galaxy.”

“But we helped her?” Omega frowned, not grasping the concept that people weren’t who they showed on the outside.

“Not everyone is who they say they are. With our armour and weapons I would imagine we can be quite intimidating,” Tech rattled off.

“Hey,” Hunter finally cut in, casting a concerned gaze over your frozen body, only your eyes moving as you listened to the whole exchange. “She can hear us,” he growled. They quickly dispersed and your gaze fell back onto Tech who turned his back on you.

Slowly you began to relax, listening to the soft buzz of conversation in the cockpit and the click of buttons from Tech as his hands flew over the controls. You saw Omega looking at you through the cockpit door, shooting little smiles in your direction every time she caught you looking.

Eventually you couldn’t suppress the ache in your body anymore, unfolding yourself slowly and quietly. You were sure Tech watched you out of the corner of his eye but he didn’t say anything or acknowledge you beyond that. Omega watched you, biting her lower lip as she fought with herself not to draw attention to you, legs swinging on her seat.

Crouching down you felt Roc’s skin, frowning at the feverish clamminess, noticing someone had put a ventilation mask over his mouth.

“How is he?” Hunter was standing by the door, Omega peering round him with wide eyes.

“He hasn’t improved. I don’t seem him being strong enough to come out of this.” Absently you rubbed the sore on your chest, the dressing was slippery and probably needed changing.

Reaching for the suture kit you snapped the seal. Peeling back your bandage you saw the damage you had done to yourself for the first time.

“Do you require assistance?” Tech asked, a small frown marking his brow. “Because I would recommend some anaesthesia first.” Putting the needle in the driver you shook your head.

“That would be a waste and you don’t have much plus, I’ve endured worse.”

“Ah,” he gently pressed his goggles up his nose. “Very well.” As soon as you touched the driver to your skin Wrecker bailed, moaning he couldn’t watch. Hunter tugged Omega back into the cockpit and shut the door leaving you with just Tech to listen to your sharp breaths. Occasionally he turned to check on your progress but otherwise he left you to it.

Finally the driver fell from your numb fingers, your head tipping back as you tried to breathe through the intense burn. When you opened your eyes and looked up you found Tech looming over you, his eyes darting over your face as he assessed your condition.

“You really should have taken the anaesthesia. We are approaching Ord Mantell and could have restocked easily.” You didn’t have it in you to protest when he ripped open a fresh bacta dressing for you, pulling your tunic down to apply it to your skin with smooth practised motions. “That was certainly an impressive display of control, I could not have performed such a feat.”

“Like I said, I’ve felt worse,” you muttered.

“I can’t imagine.”

You watched him sit back down, your curiosity piqued, “Who are you guys?”

“We are defective clones with desirable enhancements, once in service to the Grand Army of the Republic,” came the swift reply and you raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Are you with the Empire?”

“For a time, but their ideology wasn’t something we could blindly comply with and so we parted ways.” Settling back in the seat you sighed, exhaustion pulling at your consciousness, wave after wave dragging you down. You were sure Tech said something else but his voice just blended into background noise as you drifted back into the dark.

#tech tuesday #tech fic #tech x f!reader #tech x you #tech x reader #the bad batch tech #sanctuary #mylifeisactuallyamess

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Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: VIII

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You respond to a call for help and end up in a tough situation.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4.9k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: guys…guess who shows up in this chapter 😳😳😳😳😳

“Pl — please — Gojo — Shibuya — Game — come if you — me? — help. Help — help — help.”

You held the phone away from your ear, making a face at the massive amounts of feedback interfering with Megumi’s voice.

It had been years since you had left Japan and taken to traveling the world, never settling in one place for very long, but still, you had not found the person you needed to find. In fact, you wondered if they even existed, if maybe you had made it up in your mind that someone could save you out of a wish that anyone would.

It seemed like continuing to move around was the only thing that temporarily brightened your life, so that was what you did, akin to a migratory bird gracing a town for a season and then flying off, never to be seen again.

In those years, you had gone back to Japan exactly once: after Suguru died. You had stayed for the funeral and then for one week more. You left when Satoru stopped crying and the itching began again. For the most part, you did not regret it.

But this phone call, it was unsettling. If only you could understand what Megumi was trying to say! What did Gojo have to do with Shibuya? What ‘Game’ was he referring to?

One thing was clear, however. He needed help. Although you were oceans and continents away, he had called you for help. This meant that the situation was far more dire than you had thought. Otherwise, he would’ve turned to Satoru or Nanami or any of the plentiful talented sorcerers still in Japan.

“Megumi, you’re breaking up,” you said.

“Help — help — help.”

His voice echoed before there was a loud beeping sound and your phone disconnected the call automatically. When you tried to call him back, you were met with an error message, as if the number Megumi had called from no longer existed. You groaned as you realized that was probably the extent of the information you’d receive.

Opening your web browser, you pulled up the website you used to buy plane tickets. However, when you input your destination as Tokyo, a pop up told you, in no uncertain terms, that all flights to Japan had been cancelled indefinitely.

“What the hell?” you said. There was no one in the hotel room with you, bar the Sword of Syrinx, so you reached out, placing your hand on its hilt, searching for some comfort.

It hummed eagerly, its cursed energy urging you to your feet. You stood up with it in your hands, staring at your reflection in the pristine blade, which had remained unused since you had left Japan the first time.

“What?” you said. The sword’s energy was insistent, like a child tugging on your sleeve and begging you to do something. “What do you want from me?”

There were flashes of images in your mind, too fast for you to comprehend. This was the most the Sword of Syrinx had ever asked of you, the most you had ever heard it plead, and you frowned.

“Do you want to go back to Japan?” you said. The sword gleamed in pleasure. “But how?”

Of course, there was that way, but if things were so bad in Japan, then it wouldn’t do for you to arrive fatigued. After all, you were so far away that even a flight would take almost a day to reach. If you pushed yourself that hard, then you could not be sure how long your torpor would last — weeks? A month or even more? Your presence would do Megumi no good if you were passed out the entire time.

But flights were cancelled indefinitely, and going by boat or something else would take even longer than if you just did it and dealt with the subsequent torpor.

“I guess that’s that, then,” you said, straightening your posture and looking around the room. You were due to stay here for a few months more, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone touching your things while you were gone; if things back in Tokyo ended up taking longer than that to resolve, then you’d likely have bigger problems than someone messing with the few clothes you kept with you at all times.

Stepping outside with a wave to the receptionist, who offered you a friendly nod in return, you got into your rental car and drove it until you had gotten far enough from the town that nobody would see you activate your technique.

Would you like to use the Hummingbird’s Blessing?

You have been given the Speed of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the G-Force Resistance of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the Endurance of the Hummingbird!

For one hour, you ran, your only burden the scabbarded Sword of Syrinx. It was close to the top speed you could reach with your cursed technique, though of course it was not sustainable for as long as you were holding it at the moment. Even with the Sword of Syrinx’s help in offsetting the cost, there would be massive repercussions to what you were doing, but you ignored the burning in your muscles and continued to run.

It was such a speed that you could even sprint across the ocean, your feet hitting the water too quickly and with too much force to even break the surface tension, though you were grimly aware that if you were to enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird while stranded at sea, you would definitely drown.

With the power of the Hummingbird’s Blessing, which you had once thought was a useless technique, you managed to cross the globe in such a small amount of time. Skidding to a stop once you reached Tokyo, you allowed yourself to take a moment, gasping for air and letting out a small whimper as your entire body protested what you had just put it under.

A small shikigami manifested in front of you. It was tiny, with a cylindrical body and a skull shaped head, colorful wings flanking its head and a tail tipped with a devilish point extending and fluttering in the air behind it.

“Hello. I am Kogane. You have entered a barrier colony, which means that you have declared participation in the Culling Games. Would you like to hear the rules?” it said.

“What is going on here?” you muttered, looking around at the ruins of the once-vibrant city. Just what had happened to Tokyo in your absence? Where was Satoru? Because surely this couldn’t have occurred on his watch. Though, that implied there was something out there capable of dealing with even him, which was entirely unsettling.

“Hello. I am Kogane. You have entered a barrier colony, which means that you have declared participation in the Culling Games. Would you like to hear the rules?” it said. You scowled.

“Are you capable of saying anything else?” you snapped. The shikigami, which had blank holes in its skull for eyes and a long, needle-like beak instead of a mouth, did not seem perturbed by your annoyance.

“Hello. I am Kogane. You have entered a barrier colony, which means that you have declared participation in the Culling Games. Would you like to hear the rules?” it said.

“Sure,” you said, deciding there was no point in arguing. “Yeah, go on, tell me the rules.”

The shikigami listed them in quick succession, and as it did so, a sense of dread crept up in you. It seemed as though you had gotten caught up in some kind of a battle royale, and there was no way for you to escape unless you killed or were killed yourself.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

“Like hell I will,” you snarled. The Sword of Syrinx immediately boosted you, and though it was not a complete rejuvenation, it was enough of an influx of energy that you probably had enough time to figure out what to do next. “Kogane, right? Can you answer my questions?”

“Yes,” it said. You reached out and patted it on its head, which was smooth and cool to the touch. The shikigami made no obvious reaction to your affection, but you knew that that did not mean it hadn’t felt anything. At the moment, Kogane was the closest thing you had to an ally, so you ought to treat it kindly.

“Which colony am I in right now?” you said.

“Tokyo Colony No. 2,” it said.

“Hm. You mentioned that someone added a rule letting me ask about different players, right?” you said.

“That is correct. Rule 9, added by Hajime Kashimo, allows you to access information about different players,” it said. The Sword of Syrinx’s cursed energy flared inside of you, and you tightened your grip on it.

“Tell me about the player Satoru Gojo,” you said.

“There is no player named Satoru Gojo,” Kogane said.

“Interesting,” you said. It was as you had thought; whatever was happening, Satoru was uninvolved. It was a worst-case scenario.

“What about the player Kento Nanami?” you said.

“There is no player named Kento Nanami,” it responded immediately.

“Okay,” you said hesitantly. This was more of a surprise than Satoru’s absence had been, and not a welcome one. There was no time for you to dwell on it, though — you would enter torpor soon, and then you were as good as dead. “You said I could change the rules if I had a hundred points?”

“You can add one, as long as the system approves,” Kogane confirmed. That had to be your priority. You had to somehow either gain a hundred points yourself or find someone who already had that many and convince them to add a rule that would allow you to survive through the inactivity, which very well could extend past nineteen days.

Earning a hundred points meant killing a hundred non-sorcerers or twenty sorcerers. However, finding someone who already had that many points meant potentially fighting someone who had done that exact thing as well, and that would definitely not be an easy match.

“Are there any players in this colony with enough points to add a rule?” you said. It had to be someone close, or else you wouldn’t make it.

“There is one,” Kogane said.

“Who is it?” you said.

“Hajime Kashimo,” it said.

“He can still add more rules?” you said in horror. He was the one who had added Rule 9 to the Culling Game, and if he still had over 100 points left over, then that meant he had killed at least 40 sorcerers or — or 200 non-sorcerers. “How many points does he have?”

“He currently has 100 points,” Kogane said.

A monster. There was no way he was anything but. It was such a monster you had to either become or face, if you wanted to survive. Could you do it?

Well, you refused to kill anyone that did not deserve it. Even now, you would not do that. You would cling to that much of your humanity. Besides, who was to say you could find enough people to murder before your torpor began? There was no guarantee, which meant the choice was clear: you had to fight Hajime Kashimo. You might die, but you would certainly die if you did not even try. You had to grasp on to the small chance that you could beat him or that he could be reasoned with, because there was no other way for you to survive.

“Very well. Thank you, Kogane, that’s all I need for now,” you said. “Sword of Syrinx. Will you help me fight him?”

The enthusiasm coloring it meant only one thing: yes. You allowed yourself to be mesmerized by how truly beautiful it was, and then you swallowed.

“You are a loyal sword. I’m not sure why you think I deserve that loyalty, but I promise — I promise if I survive this, I will find out,” you said. The Sword of Syrinx did not seem to care, every inch of its sleek design focused only on the upcoming fight with Kashimo.

“Kogane!” a voice shouted. It was a voice that belonged to a man, the kind of voice that was veneered with a calm which only barely disguised the power and arrogance brimming beneath the surface. It was also a voice you did not recognize, though the Sword of Syrinx sang out in joy, as if the voice was one it knew. “Is that woman a player?”

There was only one woman in the vicinity that he could be referring to — you. You spun around to face him, squinting as you took in his appearance and weighed your odds of beating him in a fight.

He was tall and slender, with a pointed face and unnaturally pale hair, part of which was tied into two knots at the top of his head. He wore loose clothes in all white, though as any good fighter would, he had wrapped bandages along his forearms so that his sleeves did not get in the way. There were tiny lightning marks extending from below his waterline, and his eyes were feverish and bright as they lit upon you.

“Yep, that woman is a player!” his Kogane said.

“Kogane, who is that?” you said. “I’m assuming he’s also a player, but beyond that, I’m lost. I have never seen him in my life.”

“That player is Hajime Kashimo,” Kogane said.

“Hajime…Kashimo?” you said. This was the man who had earned 200 points. This was the man who had the power to save you.

“Who is she? Is she a sorcerer?” Kashimo said to his Kogane.

“Y/N L/N is a sorcerer currently possessing 0 points. She has made 0 rule additions,” his Kogane said. Kashimo wrinkled his nose at you.

“Another weakling? How annoying,” he said. “Hey, Y/N L/N. If you tell me where Sukuna is, I’ll be sure to kill you quickly.”

“What? Why do you need to know that?” you said. You thought the Sword of Syrinx would be upset by Kashimo’s casual dismissal of your strength, but to the contrary, it seemed amused.

“Just tell me. Or can you not?” he said.

“Why the hell would I know where Sukuna is?” you said. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you unless I knew why you were asking.”

“I think that you’re lying, and I really should kill you for it, but since I’ll do that anyways, I’ll be generous and tell you that I’m one of the reincarnated sorcerers,” he said. “Now, I don’t remember most of my first life, so don’t go asking me about any historical bullshit, but I can say this much for sure: I was the strongest, and I reincarnated to fight the only person who might prove to be stronger.”

Kashimo wasn’t wrong. You did know at least a bit about Sukuna, namely that he had actually manifested in a vessel, a teenage boy named Yuji Itadori. If Itadori was a player in the Culling Game and you told Kashimo that information, then it would be relatively simple for him to use Kogane to find and kill the boy.

However, Itadori had been one of Satoru’s prized pupils, and even Nanami had mentioned briefly that he reminded him of Haibara. For that reason, you could not let him die. Nanami had already lost Haibara once, Satoru had already lost someone he treasured once, and you did not want either of them to have to endure that kind of hurting again.

“You reincarnated to fight Sukuna?” you said.

“Yes. Tell me where he is,” he said. You raised the Sword of Syrinx, catching Kashimo’s attention as it glimmered with the reflection of the feeble sunlight.

“Will you do as I ask and use your points to add a rule to the Game?” you said. He snorted, lifting his own staff in challenge.

“Not likely,” he said.

“Then it seems like we’re at an impasse,” you said. “I have something you want, and you have something I want. Now what?”

“Now we fight,” he said. “To be more precise, now I kill you.”

Although you were exhausted, your technique was still active, the Sword of Syrinx refusing to let you collapse into torpor. That was all you needed. As long as your technique was still active, you could do it.

“Don’t be so sure,” you said. “Do you even know why I have no points? It isn’t because I’m weak. It’s because I only just joined the Culling Game at all!”

He swung the staff at your legs, going for the obvious play of taking out your source of balance. Lightning crackled along the weapon, and when you paid attention, you saw that the source was Kashimo himself, his cursed energy, even his very being, pulsing with the electricity.

Maybe it was something that would’ve worked against a student or someone new to sorcery. It definitely would’ve worked if he were fighting a non-sorcerer. But you were none of those things.

You have been given the Maneuverability of the Hummingbird!

You flipped into the air, tucking your knees to your chest to avoid the deadly weapon. Landing squarely on your feet, you used your technique to enhance your speed enough that you could slash at Kashimo before he could think of a counterattack.

The Sword of Syrinx dragged against his cheek, leaving a cut dripping in its wake. Kashimo’s eyes widened, not in pain but in intrigue, and he swiped at the wound carelessly.

“You missed,” he said.

“No, I didn’t. I just don’t want to kill you yet,” you said.

“Pity,” he said. “You should always fight to kill, or else you shouldn’t fight at all.”

Every time he hit you, it was as if you were being shocked, your heartbeat stuttering at the contact. Every time you cut into him, blood burst from the site, staining his white clothes, feeding into his zeal; he was insatiable in his blows, raining them down without care for the many openings he left for you.

You were going to die. You knew that; you’d enter the torpor and he’d kill you. There was no other way it could happen, because in Kashimo you had found someone who did not flinch at the powers you were given by the Hummingbird’s Blessing, who could keep up with your speed and did not back down from your power.

Despite that, you could not bring yourself to be afraid. You could not bring yourself to run away and at least die on your own terms. Because these were your terms: you wanted to be killed by him or not at all.

“You reincarnated,” you panted out, deflecting his staff with your sword. “To kill Sukuna?”

“I told you that already,” he grunted, twisting and using his shoulder to slam you out of the lock. You fell backwards onto the ground, rolling out of the way of his next assault and staggering back to your feet.

“Why?” you said.

“I told you that, too!” he said, feigning a punch to your stomach and then actually connecting with your jaw. You were dizzied by the impact, but you managed to take advantage of the moment and stab your sword into his bicep. He hissed and drew his arm back, grinning at you despite his irritation.

“I mean, that’s it? You have no purpose or reason for living?” you said, parrying his strikes and then riposting, barely missing his heart when you did so.

“Do I need to have one?” he said. “I want to fight that one person, so that’s what I’ll do. There’s the purpose.”

He punctuated his statement with a kick to your head followed with an elbow jab to your torso. The quick succession of blows reinforced with his lightning-like cursed technique temporarily stunned you, and then his grin turned into a victorious smirk.

“Ah, it’s finally charged,” he said. You tried to sit up, but it didn’t matter that you could not. Whether you were sitting or standing or lying down would make little difference as he finally unleashed it — a legitimate lightning strike.

It wasn’t his cursed technique, just an application of his cursed energy’s unique properties, but the semantics were not important. No matter what it was, it arced towards you all the same, a searing white streak that moved so fast you could not dodge, not even at your peak, not even if you wanted to.

The lightning coursed through the Sword of Syrinx and then rushed into you as Kashimo looked down at you impassively. The thumping of your pulse slowed as he stepped towards you.

“You put up a good fight, but in the end, it’s all the same,” he said. “Didn’t I tell you earlier? It’s time for me to kill you. I guess I’ll have to find Sukuna another way.”

Slower. Slower. Your pulse crawled to a near-stop. Kashimo continued to grow closer and closer, spinning his staff in his hands like a child with a toy, prepared to finish you off if he had to, if the lightning strike did not quite do the job, if some part of you stubbornly clung on to life.

Your lips curled into a smile. He did not know yet.

You have been given the Luck of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the Healing of the Hummingbird!

You still did not understand the Hummingbird’s Blessing. Even you could not say why certain powers fell under the jurisdiction of your technique. There did not seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, but you had unlocked this particular application on your last mission before you left Japan.

Right before his staff crashed into you, you raised the Sword of Syrinx and blocked it. Sparks like dying suns showered everywhere, illuminating the intensity in his irises, the gruesome intent in them contrasting harshly with the fineness of his features. His eyebrows knit together as you sprang up again, completely whole, something like the Reverse Cursed Technique flickering around you.

“I am the one with the heart of a hummingbird,” you said, pointing your sword at him. “As long as I have that, you cannot defeat me.”

“Is that so?” he said, and then he began to laugh. “Well, then!”

Now he understood the truth of your technique, the truth that nobody else knew: while it was active, for those precious few minutes before you entered the torpor, you were all but impossible to kill.

“Add one rule for me,” you said. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“A technique like that must have some massive drawback,” he said contemplatively. “I’m sure that you won’t be like this forever, so all I have to do is outlast you, and then I win.”

You were silent. He was correct; soon, you would be completely at his mercy, and he could kill you if he pleased without any resistance. You waited for him to lower his cursed energy output, to conserve it so that he had enough when the time came.

Yet he did not do any such thing. Instead, he poured even more out, a veritable storm of thunder blazing behind him, all of the world’s light concentrating into his body. The Sword of Syrinx trilled, and you glanced at it in worry before realizing it was excited.

“That’s what someone who’s weak would say, anyways,” he said. “Safeguard your heart, Y/N L/N! If I cannot defeat you as long as you have it, then I will just have to take it from you!”

Your lips parted in shock, and then, to your own astonishment, you chuckled. “You can certainly try.”

Heart pounding with adrenaline from the heat of the battle, you dashed towards Kashimo. It was odd, but for once, there was no resignation to your movements, no second-guessing, no lethargy. You wanted to win. You wanted to live. There was no reason or meaning. You just wanted to.

Clarity sharpened your eyesight, chasing away the cobweb-like torpor that had settled over your life. You could think of nothing but the person in front of you, the person you were fighting, the person that would definitely kill you if he had the chance.

More speed. More power. More cursed energy. You poured your every last reserve into the battle, not caring about the future, forgetting about Satoru and Nanami and Megumi and the rest of the world. There was only this one fight, this one man, this one instant.

There was a fervent nature to it now, a frenetic quality to each flourish of your sword and each jolting attack by Kashimo. The two of you hurtled through the colony in a blur of steel and lightning, windows shattering in the wake of your furious duel, buildings moaning in protest as you destroyed their foundations and left them in piles of rubble. Ugly splatters of blood were like road markers pointing towards you, and both his staff and your sword were covered in the stuff, some of it his, some of it your own.

It was like a dance, though decidedly more lethal. He was your mirror and you were his, every move you did reflected in him, every move he did reflected in you. As if he had become an extension of you during the clash, you knew what he would do before he did it. As if you had become an extension of him, he knew what you would do before you did it. In this way, neither of you gave in even a little bit. It was an impossible match of equals.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

The Torpor of the Hummingbird. You had delayed it as long as you could, but you had known from the start that it would come back. It was inevitable, the natural consequence of your technique, and due to your fight with Kashimo and your run across the world, those consequences were going to be hefty. You had overextended yourself so severely that, uninterrupted, you might be in torpor for years. Of course, that was provided Kashimo left you alone for long enough that you could enter the torpor at all, and that was not likely.

You were going to die. You knew that; no matter what ideals he proselytized about not thinking like a weakling, he would not refuse to kill you while you were in the torpor. You were going to die, like Hinode, like Haibara, like Suguru. You were going to die. You were going to die.

But you wanted to live.

“Sword…” you mumbled as he began to overwhelm you, the blackness creeping in around the corners of your vision. “Sword of Syrinx?”

There was nothing the sword could do. You had drained its cursed energy already, leaving it with only the barest, trickling amount to communicate with. It did not seem to resent you, however, and neither did it seem afraid. Instead, it whispered gently to you, guiding your arm up so that you were presenting it to Kashimo.

“Do you…not want to be mine anymore?” you said even as you did what it told you to. There was a twinkle of mirth from the sword but nothing more.

Kashimo must’ve noticed your trembling frame and drooping eyelids, because he stopped attacking, cocking his head at the sword you were offering him.

“Are you giving up?” he said. “What a shame, I was really enjoying myself.”

He extended his hand, resting it on the Sword of Syrinx’s crossguard, his fingers brushing against your palm. Unbidden, you wrapped your own around the hilt, a childish stubbornness to let go of the one thing you loved so dearly.

“If this is your surrender, it is poorly done,” he said. At this point, you could barely keep your eyes open, but you had enough self-possession to watch him close his fist over yours, static jumping from his skin to yours and then to the Sword of Syrinx.

You saw him inhale sharply and then let go of the sword, clutching his head as he sank to his knees, and you allowed yourself to smile one last time. It hadn’t betrayed you. You weren’t sure what, exactly, it had done to Kashimo, but until the very end, the Sword of Syrinx hadn’t betrayed you.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

You collapsed beside Kashimo, finally falling prey to the torpor, giving in and accepting it. There was nothing to be done about it. There was nothing you could do but float along in the oblivion until your death.

Except, something was different this time. It was not darkness you saw but memories. It took a minute for it to register that the memories were not even your own, and another for you to puzzle out whose they actually were.

Finally, you realized that they belonged to that woman. The unnamed one from centuries ago, the great failure of the Gojo clan, the sorcerer mentioned in Hinode’s book. She was the single other person to have had the Hummingbird’s Blessing in all of recorded history, and these memories that you had abruptly been thrust into — they were hers.

#kashimo x reader #kashimo x you #kashimo x y/n #canon au #reader insert #hurricanes / hummingbirds #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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