#bring your big ass horned space dog too

[phandoz]

"Who’s teaching who? Who’s protecting who? Who’s saving who? There will be more of that." - Pedro Pascal on the relationship between Din and Grogu in season 3.

If we don't see Grogu force choke somebody next episode, I will be disappointed. I at least want to see him in the red mist to get Din back. If it's Grogu who brings the mythosaur into play, even better. That probably fits in more with Disney's family friendly vibe anyway.

#the mandalorian spoilers #jedi code? what jedi code #don't take that shit Grogu #go get your space dad #bring your space mum #bring your big ass horned space dog too

[christinesficrecs]

hi chrissss, i need your help! i am desperate need of fics w alive hale family! xoxo

Mother’s Day is a great day to talk about Talia Hale! 🌺  Also, seriously, when do I ever rec just a few fics and move on. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Marking Against Instinct by fullmoontonightt | 44.6K | Mature

The guy in front of him is looking around the shop with interest, letting his eyes scan over the flash art on the walls. He's beautiful and Derek's wolf purrs in his chest, wanting to get closer. He frowns when he realizes the guy is human.

Derek faces him, eyes serious. “You know this is a wolves only shop right?”

Alpha Derek Hale has had his wolves only tattoo shop for years. Before Stiles Stilinksi walked in, asking him for help with a tattoo, he'd never thought about how a single tattoo could change his life.

Why don't you say so? | 8K 

Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear.

Spoiler: Derek doesn't ask Stiles to dance.

Don’t know how to reach you when you get like this (waiting for you to come home) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 21.3K

Senator Talia Hale is going to be the first werewolf president. She is also his mother’s best friend, who’s in desperate need of a friendly mage to help her break the curse on her children. Stiles likes a challenge - and the free vacation in DC for his parents.

Lemon & Ginger by kaistrex (weishen) | 2.5K

A new tea shop has opened in Beacon Hills, and Laura drags Derek along so he can try the incredible, memory-evoking drinks for himself. He’s soon going back for more, but is it because of the tea, or the owner?

Accidentally in Love by Scruffy_Wolf | 9.3K | Mature

Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff's son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Derek's not sure what gives but he's certain that Laura's behind it.

The Bargain by dr_girlfriend | 9.7K

Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.

What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?

The Key by aussiebee | 7.4K

Eligible bachelor Derek Hale has announced that whomever can take the key from around his dog's neck will be the person he marries. Stiles Stilinski think this is utterly ridiculous.

Meet Your Mark by SylvieW | 24K

Stiles was born with his mark on his chest. He didn’t worry too much about meeting his soulmate, until he got pulled into the principal’s office to determine if his soulmate was part of the werewolf pack that lived outside of town.

After a rocky start, Stiles has to get to know his soulmate, and decide between the life he’s known and a life with Derek.

Wanna Bet? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 1.7K

“This book is dumb,” Jackson proclaimed, tossing it aside and grabbing for another one.

“Just because the words are too big for you to understand doesn’t mean it’s dumb,” Stiles informed him.

Scott and Isaac snorted. Jackson flipped him off. Boyd just let out an aggrieved sigh, like this was the worst thing he’d ever had to endure in his life.

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock | 21.8K | Explicit

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed | 44K | Mature

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Hale’s Modern Encyclopedia of Playing Cards (and Dating Humans) by thepsychicclam | 49.6K | Mature

Wolves don't date humans. And Derek's okay with that. He's got his Pack, his friends in the Pack network, and lacrosse. Plus, he plays cards with his grandma all the time. Stiles Stilinski definitely doesn't factor into his life - no matter how much of a crush Derek has on him.

But when bird creatures attack Derek, Stiles, and their friends in the Preserve, Stiles finds out about werewolves and things get pretty complicated. For Derek at least. And he thought school was his only problem, but now he's grounded and Stiles is hanging around way too much for Derek to ignore him any longer.

Summer Contest by kits_lightning | 18.8K | Explicit

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.

The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.

Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K  | Explicit

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #alive hale family #hale family feels #mothers day #simplyygabriella

[critical-goat]

The Brothers Animal Forms

I know animal forms are something talked about a lot, but... I also wanted to chip in my two sense on the matter <3

Also thank you to the Discord server pals for inspiring this. All chosen for fun rather than realism.

 general head canons

while they can choose what animal they turn into, it takes extra energy to maintain a form that isn’t their familiar animal

they can’t exactly how that form appears, so their appearance for that form is consistent each transformation, but not necessarily the same compared to other forms

Lucifer

His default animal form is, unsurprisingly, a peacock. He’s been known to occasionally turn into a bat or a wolf if the need arises.

His feathers are solid black and shiny and his tail feathers sport blindingly white eye stalks (if you stick him in a dark room they glow!!)

If he has to go with you while shapeshifted, he WILL park himself right on your shoulder like a cantankerous shoulder ornament. His tail feathers are always draped over your shoulder, looking like a kick ass cape and if he tucks his head around your neck just right, he could be mistaken for a weird and clunky accessory. He does eventually get to be too much for your shoulders (bc these bastards weigh like 20 pounds, its ok at first but after awhile it gets HEAVY)

Even as a bird, he has a stare that would make all but the hardiest turn tail and run and given that peacocks are dicks and prone to violence, no one would think twice about getting close. (it goes double when they realize holy shit its the freaking Avatar of Pride)

You’re going to be hard pressed to convince him to turn into anything else. His wolf form closely resembles Cerberus but don’t mention it or accuse him of loving his dog, he’ll deny everything.

If you try to convince people Lucifer is your emotional support animal, he will bite you when no one is looking. Affectionately and in a very unsexy manner.

Mammon

Default is a magpie, shiny black with a big white patch upon his chest. Sees no reason to turn into anything else. (I can see him taking a liking to ferrets just to hang off your shoulder like a floppy noodle)

Mammon refuses to NOT go with you, so he’ll sneak his little birdy butt into your bags when you go somewhere and hide out until you get somewhere he can (spy on) guard you from afar.

He’s found its a lot easier to snitch anything that catches his eye when he’s a bird, but he also doesn’t.... really have a way to distinguish bird instinct saying “oh, shiny. must keep” and “oh that’s something actually valuable” and at the end of the day he has more stuff that bird brain thought was valuable than things that are actually valuable.

Might explain why he tends to get away his thievery.

Leviathan

Itty bitty little snake!! Only alternative is Very Big snake. Bigger than a house. Could probably bite a ship in half (are we sure that’s a snake and not his true form??)

Narrow face and dark sleek scale. Longer than he is thick (wait are we still talking about snakes or- *bonk*)

Wraps himself around your neck like a scarf, and as much as he wants to hide away from prying eyes, could NEVER work up the courage to hide himself in your clothes, especially wrapping around your torso. What, are you trying to give him a heart attack or something!?

Please bring a sufficiently large enough bag for him to hide in, he can’t take all the stares.

Has the most boopable snoot. Do it. He’ll be upset if you do it in front of anyone.

Satan

Despite the current reputation of the unicorn in pop culture, there’s a reason they’re Satan’s familiars. The real ones are spiteful creatures and prone to fits of mischief.

But unicorns aren’t exactly..... inconspicuous or allowed into enclosed spaces. So he does have alternatives he often turns to instead. Go ahead and guess what he turns into...... If you guessed a cat, you are correct.

As a unicorn he’s a pale sandy color, with slender legs, hoof ‘feathering’, the traditional tufted tail, and a branching, jagged horn.

Cat Satan is rather petite, and ginger in color and the type of cat that will knock over a full glass of water for your attention. PET HIM DAMMIT. (Also has a boopable snoot, more receptive than Levi)

If you must bring him along as a cat, he will insist on trying to balance on your shoulder. Eventually gives up and settles for letting you cradle him oh so gently as you walk.

... It’s not that bad. Oh wait, is that Lucifer staring him down? Suddenly its become the best and only way to accompany you places. take that you cantankerous bastar-

Asmodeus

Scorpion bab. As much as he finds beauty in his insect familiar, they’re not for travel. Can usually be found as rabbit instead. (insert horny joke here) The prettiest little bun you’ll ever see. Has also been known to turn into a sparrow and a stag.

Tiny bun, can fit in your hands for optimal ease of carrying. Champagne colors, with cute lil droopy ears and a dark nose.

He insists you carry him with you one of two ways. On your shoulder and continuing to pet and cradle him or in a fashionable bag. No compromising on it either.

Adores the attention he gets from strangers. He is rather adorable, isn’t he? <3

Wait, Asmo stop charming people into giving you more pats you fiend.

Good luck getting untangled from all the crowding people.

Beelzebub

A fly. Has been known to turn into other bugs (mostly beetles) and not much else.

As a beetle, he’s a very bright and vibrant red color.

He’s followed you around as a fly before and it was ok for a bit.... but you keep mistaking him for a regular fly and swatting him, much to your horror. Its ok, he knows you wouldn’t have if you remembered (somehow that makes you feel worse than if he’d been upset)

Eventully he opted for the beetle instead (its not any less confusing some times but the number of swats goes down significantly)

You don’t know why, but for some reason you were possessed to bedazzle beetle Beel exactly once. He came out so very pretty. You even managed to tie a ribbon on one of his atennae. Very pretty indeed. You still have pictures of the incident.

Beel was a very good sport about it.

Belphegor

Cow man. He refuses to turn into anything else. Too much effort. Once he turns into a cow, you’ll have a cow on your hands for quite some time, finding that he doesn’t care enough to turn back just yet.

Fuzzy cow, very long fur, droopy ears, and big soulful eyes. Wicked dangerous horn, though. He’s tried to trample Lucifer a large handful of times, Diavolo at least twice, and tried to gore Satan once. (Satan won that battle and he decided never again)

You’re not getting him to go anywhere. Even if he could be convinced to physically moce somewhere, its not like anyone is gonna let a whole cow in.

And so, for a great many reasons, cow Belphie happens very rarely

He makes for a wonderful pillow though.

#i had too much fun with these #i also put a liiittle too much thought into the sparrow and stag for asmo #he just seemed like both so i looked it up #liked what they were associated with and kept it #obey me headcanons #obey me humor #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

[smileysuh]

switch pt. 3

🌙 staring. Johnny & Jaehyun & Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Club nights always end in the four of you finding a quiet place somewhere so you can get railed.

cw/tw. dirty dancing, intense PDA, semi-public sexual acts, voyeurism, marking, four-some, anal, double penetration, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, 2 uses of the word “daddy”, overstimulation, BIG DICK johnny/Haechan, switch Haechan, panty fetish? (Haechan jacks off with them), “cock slut”, “good girl”, “princess”, “kitten”, sex in a club bathroom, etc…

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.1k

🍭 aus. ceo au, poly au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the series masterlist here and part one here and part two here first :) there's also a dotae spin off here

You live for nights where you end up at the club with your boyfriends.

Haechan is the life of the party, and is always quick to drag you onto the dance floor. He plays dirty, lots of grinding and kisses that leave your breathless. 

Johnny usually tries to be social at the VIP table for a while, but anyone who pays attention can see the tall man’s gaze shifting to you and Haechan every few seconds. 

Jaehyun doesn’t even try to hide his infatuation with watching you and Haechan anymore. He blatantly sits with his drink, eyes never leaving you and your new boy toy as Haechan’s lips press against your neck, his hands forcing you back against his crotch as you dance to sinful music.

Haechan is the spark of mischief you’ve been missing in your life. He’s the unfiltered fun machine, and his energy is addictive. Your life with your three CEO sugar daddies has been blue skies, not a single raincloud in sight. 

Your favourite song comes on and you can feel the music pulsing through your body. You turn in Haechan’s arms to press your lips against his, giving up on the grinding and the teasing. You wrap your arms around behind his neck, keeping him locked to you as his hands move down to your ass. He kisses you eagerly and you wish the music wasn’t so loud so you could hear his soft sounds.

You’re aware of bodies shifting beside you, the dance floor covered in people, but you don’t care. With your eyes closed, and Haechan holding your senses hostage, it can be easy to get lost in the moment. 

You’re not sure how long you kiss him, but you can feel how hard he is in his pants. He tastes like tequila, he’d had two shots when you’d first arrived. When you open your eyes to look at him, you notice the way the pretty flashing lights reflect off of his gorgeous skin.

His eyes are dark, watching you, lips puffy from kissing.

Then arms wrap around the both of you, signalling Johnny’s arrival. He leans down, pulling you both close by a hand on the back of each of your necks, “The two of you are testing Jae tonight huh?”

Haechan laughs, “everything tests Jae.”

True.

Johnny smiles, “one more song then we’re going to go find a room.”

A room. You’ve gotten used to sex in the most random places now that Haechan’s around. None of you can ever seem to keep it in your pants anymore, not with Haechan ‘the unfiltered horn dog’ being so handsy and clingy all the time.

Johnny grabs your face and brings your lips to his, moving you so your back is to Haechan who eagerly latches onto your neck again. He loves marking you, more than Jaehyun and Johnny who like you to remain semi-hickey-less so they can parade you around events when need be. 

Johnny is a rough kisser when he wants to be, and he’s just spent far too long watching Haechan shove his tongue down your throat. Johnny likes to cup your face when he kisses you, and his palm is warm on your cheek. He’s still in his full suit, unlike Haechan who had ditched his jacket upon arrival, and you grab at the soft material. Johnny smirks against your lips. 

Haechan ruts against your ass and you press backwards, opening up a bit of space between you and Johnny for you to snake your hands between your bodies and grab his cock through his pants. Johnny groans into your lips, momentarily allowing you to keep your hand on his length, then he shoves it away.

The song isn’t even over when he drags you and Haechan off the dance floor. Your eyes lock onto Jaehyun, who watches the three of you approach. He rises from his seat at VIP to join the three of you. Johnny hands you off to Jaehyun, who laces his fingers through yours while Johnny and Haechan fall into step behind the two of you.

The bathrooms in VIP are bathrooms by name and not much else. It is clear that whoever designed the 3 exclusive VIP only washrooms knew what CEO’s would be doing in here with pretty girls. Sure there’s a toilet and a sink, but you’d be shocked if anyone every actually used them. 

The only other people you’ve seen go into these bathrooms are a few of the other CEO’s, most notably Yuta, and you know for a fact that he’s using the bathrooms for the same reason you are. 

Haechan moves to kiss you but Jaehyun pushes him back against the door, holding him there, “stay.” he commands, then lets go. Jaehyun turns to you, and you find yourself pressed between him and Johnny.

It’s not unusual to be in this situation, and you know what’s coming next. Jaehyun turns you to you can look at Johnny, this gives Jaehyun access to your ass, which he’s always been mildly obsessed with.

Johnny smiles down at you, thumb coming to brush your bottom lip. He watches with interest as you suck his digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

Behind you, Jaehyun is exploring your body with his hands. They brush over your arms and then down to your legs. Your dress reaches your mid thigh, and he slides the material up, giving him access to you. 

When both of his hands get a firm grasp in the front of your panties, you know he’s about to ruin them before he even makes the motion. The fabric tears when he rips it from your body, tossing the material at Haechan who easily catches the flimsy dark thong. “So wet.” Jaehyun says, his fingers immediately sliding over your entrance.

There’s something so dirty about the way Haechan brings your panties to his face, enjoying your smell, enjoying the warmth and the dampness of the fabric. Haechan whines loudly, a noise, not a word, and your boyfriends ignore him.

Jaehyun’s lips are on your neck, and you’re busy trying to undo Johnny’s belt. Jaehyun’s fingers slip into you, two of them, and you moan, licking your lips and looking up at Johnny expectantly. He laughs and kisses you, pushing your hands away from his belt so he can get it off himself. 

You can feel how hard Jaehyun is behind you, and you wonder what he has planned. He’s usually the one who calls the shots on what happens. Johnny is arguably a meaner dom, when he’s mad, which is rarely ever, and therefor Jaehyun takes control most of the time. 

“I want your mouth first.” Jaehyun says, and Haechan snickers at the way Johnny’s motions falter. For a moment, it almost looks like Johnny’s actually going to fight Jaehyun on this one. But he gives in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before going to join Haechan by the door. Haechan still has your panties, and they adorn the hand wrapped around his cock.

Johnny crosses his arms over his chest, licking his lips as he watches Jaehyun lean back against the sink counter. You get onto your knees, eagerly pulling Jaehyun’s hard cock from his pants. It’s funny that out of your three men, he’s the last one to join the fun but the first to get any extensive pleasure. Greedy man.

He smiles as he looks down at you, so beautiful in his suit. “come on princess, be good.” he coos and you wrap your hand around his girth. You bring the tip to your mouth, already practically drooling as you lick the head. 

No matter where you are, one thing you can always count on is the fact that you’ll all go at 100% capacity. Yeah, you’re kneeling in a club bathroom, but you’re still going to give Jaehyun the best head of his life, besides, you’re only really competing with your past selves. You’re an expert in the study of Johnjae cock, and it doesn’t take long for Jaehyun to be breathing heavily, his hips twitching as he forces himself to stay still and not fuck your face.

Jaehyun pulls you off of his cock and drags you back to your feet, kissing you softly, “I’m gonna take your ass okay?” 

When it was just you, Johnny and Jaehyun, the three of you tended to go for spit-roasting (a cock in your mouth and pussy) more than ass stuff, but now that there’s three men to pleasure, you and Jaehyun have been trying more anal. He got you a small butt plug and you’ve worked your way to the point where you fully enjoy the feeling now. Jaehyun always clarifies you’re down for it before he tries anything anal though.

He turns you in his arms, pressing one last kiss to your neck, then he bends you over. Your dress is hiked up to your waist, and he preps you with a wet finger first. Once he’s satisfied that you’re ready, you feel the head of his cock, still slippery with your saliva. Jaehyun presses into you slowly and you both moan, your eyes closing as you enjoy the sensation.

Once he’s fully buried inside of you, he pulls you so you’re practically standing. He’s so warm and stable behind you, arms wrapped around you, breath hot on your neck. 

“Johnny.” Jaehyun’s voice is deep in your ear and you lick your lips, watching with anticipation as your tallest boyfriend approaches. 

Jaehyun is still leaning back against the sink counter, simply cock warming in your ass. He’s effectively holding you up, and his fingers slide into your pussy again, “she’s so wet.” Jaehyun says when Johnny comes to stand in front of you. his fingers come out of you coated in slick, and he shoves them into your mouth, humming when you lick them clean.

Johnny pulls his cock out, teasing the tip against your entrance. He hikes one of your legs up around his waist, then the other, so you’re sandwiched between the two men, completely at their mercy.

 The head of his cock presses into you and you moan loudly, fingers digging into Johnny’s shoulders. Jaehyun’s teeth dig into your neck, a silent warning not to clench so much around him, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to Johnny as he slides in inch by inch... and he has a lot of inches for you to take.

Once he’s buried inside of you, Johnny stays still for a few seconds. You feel so incredibly full with both of them inside of you. Jaehyun’s lips continue their assault on your neck, and Johnny cups your face, pressing soft kisses across your skin, “fuck, you’re so tight.” he tells you, “Haechannie came just from watching Jaehyun slip into your cute ass.” You try to look over at the man in question, but Johnny’s grip tightens on your face, forcing your eyes to stay on him. “Does it feel good?” his free hand moves down and his thumb presses against your clit, making your body jolt. 

Jaehyun snickers from behind you. He’s wanted to try this cock warming in your ass for a while, he enjoys watching the others with you, and this gives him and up close and personal view. 

“Feels amazing.” you tell Johnny, kissing him, tired of talk and stillness.

Jaehyun pushes Johnny’s hand out of the way, replacing his motions on your clit while Johnny gets a good hold on your waist. When Johnny pulls out of you, only to slam back in, moans fill the room. 

Jaehyun can feel every one of Johnny’s movements, and the tightness of you every time Johnny pushes in, is nearly too much for him too take. Jaehyun’s lips are on your neck and his fingers work your clit, but his eyes are closed, his mind entirely focused on all the pleasure. 

It’s interesting to have Johnny the only one moving in and out while Jaehyun stays fully inside of your ass.

“Fuck-” You moan against Johnny’s lips, kisses getting sloppier.

“Gonna cum already kitten?” Johnny asks, smirking. He can see how far gone both you and Jaehyun are. Johnny’s not sure what Jaehyun’s going to end up doing, if he’ll cum once and then try to recharge in time for a second round (like Haechan) or if he’ll try to hold out and cum near the end. But you? Johnny can give you as much pleasure as he wants to, and you’ll take it. 

“Yes, fuck, please let me cum?” You whine, opening your eyes to look at Johnny, who presses his forehead to yours as he continues to fuck you roughly, his length dragging against your walls and sending shivers through your body.

“Of course baby.” Johnny smiles, kissing you again, “cum on daddy’s cock.” 

You kind of love it when he refers to himself as Daddy. He doesn’t use the word too often, which makes it all the more special whenever it comes into play.

“Fuck, daddy-” your eyes clench shut as you allow your orgasm to crash into you. You’re not sure where to focus, so overcome by Johnny’s lips on yours, Jaehyun attacking your neck, clit and ass, and Johnny’s massive cock plowing into you. The pleasure that runs through your body is unlike anything else, and you’re sure your mind goes blank as shivers run through you.

“So cute when she cums.” Jaehyun says from behind you, motions never letting up. You wiggle in his grasp, twitching from the stimulation of his fingers on your clit.

“Please-” you beg.

“Please what?” Johnny asks.

“Please, please, please-” it’s all you can say, all you can think, as your body kicks into overdrive. You’re not sure if you cum again, or if it’s just one long drawn out orgasm, but more moans fill the bathroom.

“Fuck,” Johnny moans. Watching you get fucked stupid has always done things to him. Getting you to the point where you’re a mumbling and moaning mess- his fingers dig roughly into your hips as he chases his orgasm. 

Jaehyun is practically growling behind you. He’s stopped kissing your neck and has opted to just rest his face on your shoulder. His eyes are closed and he’s trying so hard not to combust from how fucking good you feel. He needs to control himself, needs to calm down, but every time he tries to conjure up a bad mental image, you squeeze around him and he’s brought back to the edge, which he teeters on.

“Fuck princess,” Johnny groans, “someone’s getting impatient.” 

You turn to look at Haechan where he’s standing at the door. He looks wrecked. His pupils are fully dilated and he’s breathing heavily, plump lips parted. He’s still fully clothed, cock back in his pants but once more straining against the fabric. You wonder why he’s waiting, why he’s not touching himself, and you realize he’s testing himself. The waiting game is riling him up. 

“Haechannie.” you whimper and that’s all it takes for him to practically launch himself off the door to come join you.

Despite being pressed between Johnny and Jaehyun, somehow Haechan captures your lips. His tongue invades your mouth and his hands cup your face. You immediately reach down to stroke his cock through his pants and the whine Haechan releases into your mouth makes your pussy throb on Johnny’s length.

“Fuck,” Johnny cusses.

“Cock slut.” Jaehyun moans from behind you.

You kind of enjoy the fact that none of you have the brain power to form complete sentences. You’re all so enraptured in the moment. 

Johnny’s hand wraps around your throat, pulling you away from Haechan’s lips, and his grip tells you how close he is. Johnny pushes against your throat and you rest your head back on Jaehyun’s shoulder, allowing both men to completely surround you with their energy. 

You can hear how wet you are with every stroke, and Jaehyun’s fingers add new vigour to your clit. You can feel your blood rushing through your body, can hear your heart loud in your ears as Johnny’s grip only gets tighter, his orgasm just out of reach.

“Please daddy-” you choke out and that’s all it takes. Johnny moans loudly, throwing his head back as he lets go of your throat, returning his grip to your waist so he can have complete control of you as he rides out his orgasm. You can feel him cumming inside of you, and he’s such a spectacle to watch. 

When his hips come to a stop, Johnny leans in and kisses you, “good girl.” he coos.

Haechan is literally buzzing out of his skin, his hand down his pants as he waits for Johnny to move out of the way. 

When Johnny slides out of you, Haechan fills his place immediately. He teases the head of his cock up and down your folds. You can feel Johnny’s cum and from the way Johnny and Haechan stare down at your pussy, you know they’re both enthralled by it.

“Haechan.” you mewl, clenching around Jaehyun who groans. The two of you are both kind of spent, that much is obvious. You’re both eager to finish up and go home. The VIP bathroom is fine, it’s fun for a quickie, but how quick can you be when four people need to cum... multiple times. 

Haechan slides into you, a moan leaving his lips before he kisses you eagerly. 

Jaehyun’s groan is muffled by your neck when he feels Haechan’s cock slide snuggly up next to his, separated only by what feels to him like a thin membrane inside of you. Jaehyun moves his fingers from your clit, instead going for your untouched tits, which are still covered by your dress. 

He starts by just massaging them, but he soon tears your dress down, then your bra, gaining access to a nipple which he pinches between his fingers. You moan into Haechan’s mouth and he greedily eats it up.

Haechan likes a fast pace, he’s always so energized, and he quickly works you up, extending the pleasure Johnny had previously given you.

“Fuck,” Haechan cusses, “you’re so hot.” He pulls away from your lips to get a good look at you, then down at where he’s pounding into your tight hole. “Jae is practically gone.” He snickers at the blissed out look on Jaehyun’s face. Usually Jaehyun is in control, completely, but right now, he can barely think cohesive thoughts. Haechan eagerly scoops up the dominant position, picking up where Johnny left off in every sense. “Is your ass that good princess?” Haechan grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks. 

“Yeah.” you moan, making doe eyes at your beautiful lover. 

Haechan laughs, “I’ll have to try it sometime.” 

His words make you squeeze around both of their cocks. Jaehyun’s the only one who’s allowed in your ass, Johnny and Haechan seem way too big. But now that you’re more used to Jaehyun... the idea of Haechan’s thick length is intriguing. 

Jaehyun growls at your body’s betrayal of interest. He pulls your dress back up to cover your tits and his fingers go back to your clit. Your body jolts and you lean back against his shoulder again, reaching behind you to grab at some of his hair. You force your lips on his, half turned while Haechan holds up your lower half and pounds into you.

The whimpers leaving your lips get higher and higher with each thrust, and you’re panting against Jaehyun’s mouth, barely even kissing him anymore. Jaehyun doesn’t mind, he just laughs at you, working his fingers faster.

“Cum for us baby.” Jaehyun commands, “one more time.”

You’re all so riled up you can feel the electric energy in the air. You know Jaehyun has been denying himself his orgasm for a while, and Haechan is literally a cum machine. 

You hear a sharp intake of breath and turn to see that Johnny has a grip in Haechan’s hair. Haechan is a sucker for pain when you dig your nails into his skin, and watching his body twitch with the pleasure of Johnny tugging roughly at his hair is such a beautiful visual that you almost cum just from the image.

“Mark him.” Johnny commands, “teach him what happens when he gives you hickies.” 

You’re a little shocked at the request, but eagerly follow through. Johnny forces Haechan towards you and you press your lips to his neck, sucking the delicate skin and making Haechan mewl. His thrusts are faltering a little, his mind not sure where to focus his attention. Once you’ve left two marks, Johnny pulls Haechan back.

His eyes are closed in bliss, his gorgeous skin now speckled with blossoming love bites, his lower lip captured between his teeth. You’re so overcome with pleasure and attraction to the men who surround you that you cum. 

Your body convulses, pulsating around the foreign obtrusions in your body. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you rest your head against Jaehyun’s shoulder. Unfiltered moans and whimpers leave your lips and you’re aware that both Haechan and Jaehyun are cumming too, but you can’t bring yourself to even care. 

When everyone stills, you all just enjoy the moments of bliss.

Then Haechan slides out of you. Johnny is there with a paper towel for the cum that immediately drips down your legs and you’re thrust back into the reality, which is: Jaehyun ripped your panties and now you’re full of cum, in a dress, in a club bathroom.

Good thing the orgasms were worth it.

Once you’re fully cleaned and the four of you are clothed, you look in the mirror and laugh. Your neck is a bit of a mess, from Haechan when you were on the dance floor, and you can barely stand on your own, Johnny is holding you up for support. 

“You guys are crazy.” you say as Jaehyun goes to unlock the door and let you all out.

“You love us.” Johnny smirks and you sigh, knowing it’s the truth.

When the four of you exit the bathroom, Jaehyun’s the one who pulls you to his side, his arm going around your shoulders. Haechan laces his fingers with yours on your other side and Johnny walks a bit ahead so he can say goodbye to their table.

Your eyes linger on a new girl sitting between Yuta and Mark and she offers a small smile at you. She seems nice, and you feel bad that she’s alone at a table with four pretty domineering men. You notice the way Doyoung looks at her. he’s talking to Taeyong, but facing the mystery girl. You wonder how long it’s going to be before Taeyong and Doyoung sort their shit out.

You’ve heard from Johnny and Haechan that the two men are at a bit of a cross roads. Haechan insists they should just admit they’re soulmates and get over it, and you can’t help but notice the way both men stare longingly at you and your boyfriends. At first you’d thought they were just appreciating your beauty, as most men do, but it’s been a while since you’ve realized maybe Doyoung, in particular, is more envious of the dynamic than anything else.

Johnny comes back to you, Haechan and Jaehyun, and the thoughts of Doyoung and Taeyong dissipate. They’ll sort themselves out, they always do, even if it means they have to get into a screaming match over something stupid. 

Back at the house, you curl up between Johnny and Haechan. Jaehyun is passed out on the edge of the bed, which is unusual, and your ‘softer’ boyfriends are taking advantage of it. Haechan is busy pressing kisses against your face and neck, and Johnny is curled up behind you, his large frame keeping you warm and content. 

The three of you chat for a bit about trivial things. It doesn’t really matter what Haechan or Johnny decide to talk about, because you’re so surrounded by the feeling of warmth and love, that you’d be happy no matter what. You’re so in love, so happy, and you’ve never felt this way before.

One by one, all four of you drift off to sleep, a tangle of limbs in white sheets.

Find out about Doyoung and Taeyong’s dilemma here :)

PART 4 HERE

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[mikasplay-blog]

Doodles of Mine

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Relationship: Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Just soft shiggy 🥺

*My asks and requests are open! Feel free to send me a prompt*

Summary: You never knew that Shigaraki doodles in his spare time.

You never knew that Shigaraki liked to draw. In fact, you’re absolutely certain you weren’t supposed to know that he liked to.

You had seen his doodles in passing when you left the grocery bag of new clothes on his bed earlier that week. Compress and you needed to make a run for new apparel after a rather risky side quest your leader and his goons went on. Toga’s favroite sweater came back littered with blood and rips too big for your seamstress skills to cover up. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to removing blood stains, but the tears in the fabric were too large to repair. The same was said for the rest of the group.

You knew Shigaraki fairly well at this point. The league was your family now, and Tomura and you had grown fairly close within the nine months you’ve been at the hideout. He often took comfort in your companionship most nights. Whether it was you silently scrolling on your phone while he played his favorite MMO, or if it was eating your home cooked meals and watching YouTube together. Needless to say, Shigaraki let down his guard for you. And only you.

As you gently set the bag of clothes down onto his bed, you noticed a stack of papers litering over his keyboard. It wasn’t unusual that Shigaraki had scattered papers on his desk, but never on his PC set up. Like the curious cat you were, you pondered over to the desk and peeked over his gaming chair. They were....doodles? Sure, there were some documents and coordinates littered in the mix, but most of the stack consisted of little sketches and drawings.

They weren’t professional by any means, but gods were they cute! Little sketches of miscellaneous things littered the papers. One wrinkled page held a small scene of aliens. They were circled around a spaceship, some with little mini blasters and others with helmets on. The next page you shuffled through had Minecraft mobs drawn lazily across it. There was mostly creepers, his favorite mob, littered with a blaze and what looked to be a squid. It made you chuckle to yourself.

You were about to retreat from his room when you noticed another page peeking out towards the bottom of the pile. After looking around the room to ensure no one would catch you, you gently tugged the sheet from the bottom. Your breath caught in your throat from the surprise of seeing the sketch. It was still a doodle, no major details really, but it pulled at your heart nonetheless. It was a little girl, and a dog. You were surprised to recognize the breed-a corgi. You knew Shigaraki liked dogs, he had about ten of them on your shared Minecraft world. But it wasn’t the dog that caught you, it was the little girl. She seemed so special, so innocent, and there were flowers doodled here and there on the page. You shouldn’t be seeing this, it felt wrong. Quietly, you shoved the paper under the stack where you had found it, and tiptoed from his room.

That drawing had touched you for the rest of the week. You found yourself thinking about it when you weren’t busy. Sitting at the bar, listening to Spinner and Toga argue, or wordlessly shuffling to the kitchen for your off brand morning coffee.

You had offered to bring your switch into Shigaraki’s room that night after pizza. The two of you were planning on raiding the nether fortress in your shared Minecraft world. You didn’t even bother knocking when you went to visit him around 10:30 that night. You never did, and he never seemed to mind either. But you paused with your console when you noticed he was hunched over his gaming chair with a hand delicately wrapped around a pencil.

“Heya Shiggy, what’cha doin?” You called out above the idle gaming music playing on his paused monitor.

“Hrm” He grunted wordlessly while his left leg bounced below his desk in a steady rhythm.

You took that as an invitation to shut the door and shuffle over to him. Once you set your switch down on an empty part of his desk, you looked over the back of his desk chair curiously. Like before, he was doodling. It was a cute little face of a monster. Nothing identifyable, just something he could do to pass the time.

You giggled at the horns and sharp teeth he gave it, along with menacing claws and grizzly hair.

“It’s so cute” you hummed and he grunted once more.

The two of you had begun playing on your shared world. You weren’t sure how many hours had passed but the rest of the house seemed quiet. You couldn’t hear the creaking of footsteps or rumbling of voices throughout the base anymore. The two of you had already left the Nether and started building in your shared base. You were working on finishing the barn for your horses and cattle, while Shigaraki was terraforming the land outside. It was quiet, but neither of you ever minded that. You were both content with keeping each other company. Even if that meant it was silent.

“I had a sister once, y’know.” He spoke out over the soft piano in the background of the game. You and your avatar paused, and the grip on your console seemed to loosen ever so slightly. Shigaraki never mentioned his past, or eluded to the fact that he had a family. You figured they were out of the picture, or even dead.

“Yeah?” You asked breathlessly.

He nodded in return.

You spared a moment of your shock to glance at him. Father had been long since removed from his face, and he stared emptily at his screen. You wondered what was going through that head of his.

“What was she like?” You asked.

Shigaraki’s controller fell into his lap, and he blinked. Once. Twice.

“I don’t really remember, actually. She...” He paused. “She was shorter than me. She had pretty eyes, I think. I can’t remember her name. But she was good. Yeah.” He replied. You didn’t think it was your place to say anything. And he probably wouldn’t want you to either. So you simply looked at him. His eyelashes fluttered momentarily and his eyes were pinned to the floor now. No doubt lost in thought. He was a strange, broken man, but he allowed himself to open up around you. Even if it wasn’t much, you cherished the moments that he did allow himself to be vulnerable in.

Another week had passed since that day he spoke of his sister to you. It too, had played in your head on repeat. He was so soft in moments like those, it made you want to hug him, and let his fading memories pour out to you. But you knew he would only come to you when he was ready to. He was like a cat in that way. He needed his space, and if you respected it, the reward was worth the wait.

This time, after a crappy order of takeout curry, the two of you were playing Smash Brothers on your Switch. You liked bringing your handheld into his room because it meant the two of you could play games together in the same space. Sure, you both played more intense games on your respective PCs, but that meant you both had to stay in your own rooms. Shigaraki never minded your company, and you cherished his. So it worked out for the both of you.

You noticed by chance out of the corner of your eye, more crumbled up papers at his desk. Shigaraki was involved with a NPC match, while you silently watched. It was more of a warmup match than anything, but you knew Shigaraki would kick your ass when you finally decided to play against each other. However, once his round was finished, you decided to take a chance and speak up.

“What’re these?” Curiosity filled your tone as you pointed to the crinkled papers. Tomura glanced at you and then the pile of loose paper littering his desk.

“Doodles.” He hummed and set his switch down to the left of his keyboard. Your eyes lit up with excitement as he picked up one of the warn out papers in his hand. “I do it when I’m bored or whatever.” He groused out and flattened the paper out.

Your eyes noticed the flowers first. They were scattered here and there, some scratched out, some fading from eraser marks. Then, in the middle, that little girl again. She looked the same, all cartoony and sketchy. But she still pulled on something buried in your chest.

“She liked flowers. I remember that.” He said when your eyes curiously looked to him. You took in a sharp breath at the softness gazing back at you. A look you rarely ever got to see with his aloof personality. He looked away and back towards his drawing. It took a moment before he spoke again. “That’s what I remember the most. She was always picking flowers.”

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[scream-into-the-voiddd]

Or Lost?

Hi there.

since i have competently lost the plot in quarantine, I have returned to you all with some small moments that may mean nothing but have been adding up to something,....

we have this clip here....

and many people have pointed out Della’s reactions (and rightfully so)

but Frank and the crew are big fans of the misdirect.

(e.g. the buzzards being FOWL from day one, Magica actually being in the dime, the fibbing fibbing fibbing bit etc.. ) 

Ducktales like to hide important info in plain view but doesn't make that info a focus. like here in the ep. the great dime chase...This is the opening shot of the room with Della’s stuff in it, in the Mcduck library.  

Looking back it is super heavy handed.

the sear of Seline is stabbing the moon, and Della crashed on the moon, or at the very least the sear is being trusted into space. 

so this is painfully obvious now, but at the time of airing this imagery meant nothing (to those who did not know about Della’s comic history) 

 here 

[1:19]

the info was always there it was just not the main focus/ point of the scene so the whole thing flow over most peoples heads (its just good visual story telling as well) 

the misdirect was in focusing on the letter/ note (and the painting of Della kind of) and Dewey’s reaction to it. As it makes you look at only certain peace of the puzzle and not all the peaces.

Its just all around great writing.

anyway....that’s just an example of what i am talking about.

-------

What i’m getting at is the beauty of this kind of writing is that you don’t know what your looking for until its almost (or is) to late.

now back to my og point...

Donald makes a list of 

“no one getting hurt, captured or lost.”

list like this (in writing) are meant to make you focus on something you already care about, in this case, Donald’s care for the boys and their safety and Della being gone for 10 yrs. This make you (and me) mentally skim over, 

Captured  

and who reacts to that word 

Scrooge....

so my guess that Donald is referring to one or both of Scrooges sisters,

as the whole point is about the family and their relationships/pains that have come from adventuring.

so that strongly suggests  Hortense (Donald and Della’s mother) as she is actually imaged in the show/ has a character design. 

and Frank has confirmed that Della and Donald were at Scrooges on and off in their childhood. so its possible that she and her husband just didn’t come back from and adventure on day.

so its possible that Quackmore and Hortense were captured, and Scrooge is either responsible in someway or feels responsible for not ‘stopping’ his sister from going. 

oh but who, would be able to capture them you might ask?

who else...

the OG FOWL of course...

as there must have been a reason for their downfall and a Duck and Mcduck, take down seems likely.

however this can also apply to Von Drake (and maybe Matilda, Scrooge’s other sister)  

as we know family is beyond blood in this series so its possible that scrooge might be thinking about Von Drake...

perhaps he was captured by FOWL and Scrooge failed to save him, along with Matilda.  

[Edit: it also occurred to me that, the ones captured could be Webby’s parents, and by the og FOWL as well as the plot this season does seem to have at least some focus on Webby and Beakley (she is fibbing, fibbing, fibbing after all) and scrooge’s history. so thought i would throw that out her too]    

All i can confirm is that someone close to the family was taken, but why and for what reason, remains to be seen. 

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and for good measure i’m gonna throw this in the mix...

Isabella Finch 

guess what kind of bird she is, a finch hen 

which is a type of .....FOWL *air horn noise’s*

am i reaching, absolutely.

will i continue this thought train, damn right i will...

Legacy is the theme this season, as it is literally the first word spoken in season 3. Specifically woodchuck legacy, with the family (Della and Huey) and the over all history (Finch and her map).

but there is another point i would like to bring up here to 

[30 sec’s in]

not only did FOWL know about the journal, but it is implied they knew what was in it (lost mystery’s) 

and they are “racing” the family to something which means they must be aware on some level the contents of the journal.

but HOW? 

Finch might have been a part of the og FOWL (or shush) and she knew she had to hide her journal from either FOWL or Shush for whatever reason.

all i’m saying is that she has some kind of tie to FOWL, good or bad.

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now I must once again, piggy back on @night-rise7474​  post here 

 they speculate that, earth quakes cause by the Terrafirmans make the ground unstable.

[Edit: i have been corrected.

“Well actually what I said was that FOWL is going to use an army of Terrafirmans to CREATE earthquakes. They haven’t caused any unstable tunnels as of YET. But, believe me when I say... it’s going to happen. BELIEVE IT lol”  my bad.]  

remember what i said about some imagery being obvious in hindsight, and how misdirection is used by looking at one pace and not the whole picture... 

so i put to you all..... 

 that its not just an earth quake but, a certain mountain being unearthed 

like so....

(also you can’t tell me that JWC symbol doesn't look like a big ass coin) and the arrow (in the J) is now pointing down.

and will you look at that there is even a ‘hole’ leading up the mountain,hmmmmm...

[Didn’t think i was going to bring back that imagery point did you, classic misdirect inside an explanation of said misdirect. (I lulled you into a false sense of security) that is how effective this writing device can be, and i’m just a random on the internet. imagine what frank and crew can do. ]   

also the dialogue here is literally. 

[Webby] “it was under our nose this whole time.” so take that as you will.

also also 

this call back to my other post about looming legacies

about how treasure is UNDER THE CASTLE (manor) OF A MCDUCK!!!!

[Scrooge’s mother] “so be built, a mysterious series of tunnels under the castle to keep the family fortune, some say he summoned a demon dog to stalk the comatose.”

so they are lifting up that mountain, and digging around underneath....

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[stoll-mydam-heart]

Snow Angels

Jeyna oneshot repost from my insta but someone wanted me to post it here too so I hope you enjoy, loves <3

Reyna had never seen the snow. She’d seen pictures and movies and had the idea of what it would be like, but had never experienced it first hand. From her time with Lupa, the small hope that she’d be able to go explore the mountains with the pack had been trampled, and then, she’d found her way to New Rome. It was a long, grueling process but now she sat alongside Jason Grace in the senate room, their meeting having just been adjourned, teens in togas filing out, trying their best not to trip.

Octavian stepped up to her and she had to refrain from rolling her eyes.

“Reyna-”

“Praetor,” she interrupted, relishing in the way he ground his teeth, obviously biting back a remark.

“Praetor, I hope you realize the mistake you're making by not addressing the issue. We were sent a bad omen by the Gods, it’s not something to ignore.”

“I wasn’t disagreeing that this is something we need to pay attention to, I’m just saying that the plans you want to implement are unrealistic. In case you’ve forgotten Jason and I are the praetors placed in charge by the people to make the best decisions that would benefit all of Rome, not you. We just received this news and it’s best not to make any rash decisions. Have you forgotten your role as augur?”

“I’m aware of my role but-”

“Then are you questioning my leadership?” Her patience was waning and she not so subtly started stroking aurum 

“Not necessarily,” he said, eyeing the dog,  “ I just don’t think you understand the gravity-”

“This is not information we will take lightly but things take time. Thank you for your input but the meeting was adjourned, you’ve been dismissed.” Her tone was clear, she wanted him to leave and from the look on his face he understood, yet he persisted.

“But-”

“Dismissed.” Octavian's eyes closed, fists tightly clenched at his sides, the thin papery white of his skin stretched over his knuckles as he took a deep breath.

“Yes, Praetor.” He turned on his heel and stiffly walked out of the building, leaving the two praetors alone.

“Gods he’s such an ass.”

Despite her frustration, she couldn’t help the short laugh that bubbled from her chest as she looked towards the blonde-haired son of Jupiter. His electric blue eyes stared back at her with admiration.

“Seriously, I would’ve just zapped him.”

She sighed, standing up with him following. “It takes more willpower than I think I’m capable of every time,” she admitted, seeing the smile that lit up his face from the corner of her eye as they walked out.

The wind hit her bare arms and goosebumps prickled over her skin. It was the last day of November, the new month bringing a temperature change. They walked back to their barracks, changing into their regular clothes, and went to sit on the hill, overlooking all of camp, the sun setting in the distance, basking everything in a seemingly warm glow despite the bitter wind.

“You know, I think we’ve done a pretty good job,” Jason said, tearing his gaze away from the people running around and going through their training regime.

“Hmm?”

“I mean running this place. I mean, we’re 16 and we’re running an entire legion, Rey. That counts for something.” She entertained the thought. Would people see her leadership skills as strong for running the legion as the age she was, or as weak, and immature? People respected her, that was obvious in itself, but she knew people talked, and she wondered what exactly was said behind closed doors.

“I suppose it does,” she finally relented. They sat in comfortable silence until a stronger wind picked up and she shivered. Jason laughed and handed her his jacket, a thing he often did when she was cold which she gratefully wrapped around her shoulders.

“You never were a cold weather person.”

“I’ve never really been in cold weather,” she said a little wistfully. He heard it.

“Do you want to?”

A beat of silence, then, “Yeah, sometimes.” Her head turned towards the mountains far off to the northeast. “I’ve always wanted to see the snow,” she admitted turning back to the sun which had almost been completely swallowed by the horizon.

She had expected Jason to respond, but when she looked at him, his eyebrows were scrunched and he looked lost in a train of thought. In the distance, a horn blew signaling the start of dinner as Jason snapped out of his reverie.

“What were you thinking?”

A small smile made its way to his face as he shook his head and raced down to the pavilion.

Dinner and war games were as usual and everyone went to bed at a normal time. As she lay in bed, waiting for the beginning of the next day, she thought back to her time on the hill and wished that she was in the mountains, without having to worry about holding the legion together, just playing in the snow. 

…………………………………….

The morning she woke up it was abnormally cold. Much colder than she ever remembered it being. Her eyes found the window and she gasped.

Outside, light gray clouds surrounded the camp, a light powdery layer of white resting on the grass as more flakes fell from the sky. It was snowing. A strange child-like wonder filled her as she quickly got changed and practically trampled Jason as she ran outside.

“Woah, I’ve never seen you like this, someone’s excited,” he laughed, holding her shoulders to keep her stable as she regained her balance and composure.

“Jay-how? Did you do this?”

He laughed, “I’m honestly not sure. I couldn’t summon something this big, let alone hold it.”

“Then how? It doesn’t snow in California.” 

“Well, I-” a faint pink, tinted his cheeks, deepening when he looked at her. “I prayed to my dad last night. I don’t know if it’s him since the Gods rarely answer but…” he trailed off, biting his lip in embarrassment.

“Jason this is… incredible. Thank you.”

“Yeah well, that’s assuming this was even me.” He held her gaze a moment longer, looking away to the newly arising campers who were staring at the sky in awe. It was almost time for breakfast, but she could already tell she was going to have trouble keeping everyone's attention today.

At breakfast that morning, the entire space buzzed and you could feel the excitement in the air. Reyna took her space at the front, raising a hand to get everyone’s attention, working for the most part, save for a few stray voices to which she shot pointed looks.

“Romans, as you can see today is… a bit of a welcome surprise and in lieu of this,” she paused, eyes scanning the crowd building up some suspense. “We will be taking a day off of our daily training regimens-” cheers burst through everyone's mouths with excited shouts, squeals, and giggles. She knew it wasn’t going to be possible to gain their attention again but she shouted above and it became almost quiet once again, though the excitement in the air was tangible.

“And, If the snow continues, tonight's war games will be snowball fights.” More cheers erupted and she sat back down turning to Jason who was grinning at her like a madman. Octavian from the side looked like he was about to protest but one look from her quickly shut him up and he stalked away.

For the first time in a while, Reyna had fun. In the city, kids were running around the blocks and streets staring to the sky, tongues out in hope of catching snowflakes. Shop owners were handing out hot chocolate and inviting people inside, overall everyone in a happy mood.

Jason however, had made it his mission to make sure she did everything she possibly could. Running back and forth between buildings, dodging each other's snowballs, laying in the thickening powdery layers on the ground, and making as many snow angels as they possibly could leaving imprints all over the ground. Makeshift sleds were constructed out of old plastic and tarps, taking turns pushing each other down the hills.

More than a few times, the sleds tipped over sending kids sliding and sprawled out on the ground but no one minded, getting right back up again to the top.

“You just gonna stay up there all day Ramírez?” Jason teased from down the hill. The use of her last name sent a spark through her body with renewed ambition.

She hopped inside and with a graceful push, was off sliding down and Jason cheered. The wind whipped at her face but she couldn’t have cared less. Everything about today had made her feel like she was a little kid, delighting in the little things without the stress of a legion on hers and Jasons’ backs. She realized a moment later that she was tipping and apparently Jason had noticed too as he held out his arms, bracing for the impact as she was headed directly towards him.

With a yelp, they crashed into each other, tumbling further down until they came to a mostly flat area, Reyna holding herself above Jason. A full-hearted, happy laugh escaped her lips and it was amazing, but it got caught in the back of her throat when she saw the look Jason was giving her.

The atmosphere between the two rapidly changed growing thick with tension, both their eyelids fluttering as they came forward at the same time, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss. Her senses went crazy, acknowledging any and everything around her, especially the feel of his soft lips against hers until they pulled away.

Despite herself, she blushed, looking around to see who was around. Luckily, the area was pretty scarce people wise, the few that were out not even looking in their direction.

“What? Embarrassed to get caught kissing me?” his tone teasing.

“No, no it’s not that it’s just-” he cut her off with a laugh, gently rolling her off so they could stand up.

“I get it.” She nodded gratefully, them staring at each other a little longer than necessary. Once again, the dinner horn sounded in the distance, breaking their gazes but it wasn’t awkward, more content. The dinner that night was just as energy-filled as the meals before, the war games that night being an intense snowball fight. Snow was flying mercilessly to the opposing cohorts in something like capture the flag, though their only weapons were the chunks they managed to form out of the ground.

Unsurprisingly, the First Cohort won, though the defeated teams didn’t seem as bothered as usual. That night, Jason kissed her before she went to bed and she felt happy like there was something she was genuinely looking forward to in the morning.

When she woke up, remnants of the day before had been wiped away as if it had never happened, but she was still in a more buoyant mood than usual. As she walked out the door that morning, something felt off, and it wasn’t just that Jason wasn’t there to greet her. Something was wrong. She ran to Jason's barracks and burst in with a frantic look in her eyes scaring some of the campers who had never seen their leader so disorderly.

The first thing she noticed, Jason's bunk was empty, the second, everyone was looking at her nervously, and it was by the expressions on their faces her fears were confirmed.

Jason was gone.

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[neokollection]

NSFW A - Z ㅡ Jaehyun (M)

A/N: DOn’t like don’t read~

A - Aftercare

Initially he’d take a minute to himself to collect his breath and roll over onto his back, but after that he’d be super cuddly and all of a sudden you’d feel a leg drape over your hip and arms encircle you as he nuzzles into your neck or hair. He’d sort of expect you to tell him if you needed or wanted anything.

B - Body Part [ their favorite body part on their s/o and/or on them ]

Eyes. Intense eye contact is real. So much can be conveyed through eyes- Not to mention you just have beautiful eyes, the shape is cute and the color is awe inspiring, he could look at them for hours. Not to mention when you flutter your lashes his heart flutters.

In a less sentimental approach maybe breasts.

C - Cum

It’s a bonding agent for sure. Using condoms doesn’t allow for the chance to often see his release, but the chances he has to see his release on you are very special to him. Sort of like marking you, but he wouldn’t explain it like that.

D - Dirty Secret

He likes it when you dress like a slut.  It a sense, it’s dressing up, hair make-up, dress, heels, jewelry, the whole 9. Some guys don’t like when their S/Os wears ‘too much’ makeup, or shows midriff in short skirts. In his mind he thinks he shouldn’t enjoy it so much, especially if you’re in public for say a birthday party at a club or smthng, but he loves all of it and the attention it brings both you and him. He’s confident, so his first reaction is not jealousy, and rather he feels proud to parade you around. So when you ask him which top you should wear you’re always surprised that he chooses the most revealing ones.

E - Experience [ how experienced they are ]

I think pretty well. But, being with a different partner can feel as if starting over in experience- ie; constantly asking if you like this or that, hesitant sometimes because he thinks maybe it’s not your style, etc...

F - Favorite Position

Perhaps missionary because most of the time he wants to look at you and be as close as possible. (Assuming this is love). But I don’t think there’s any position he doesn’t like.

G - Goofy

I think he tries to be sexy and seductive, but eventually lets his goofy nature shine through in the moment. He’s kinda dorky and can’t help it when you make that face.

H - Hair [ how well they manscape ]

Kind of minimal, he feels it’s a manly look, so he doesn’t do that much.

I - Intimacy [ romance-wise ]

Super romantic, you already know bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbie Oki, but to be real, there are also times when you wish he could be more romantic, like a quick fuck and then he’s tired and quiet. Sometimes it can just feel like he’s hiding his feelings. But when he’s feeling lovey it’s lov-E 

J - Jack Off

I don’t see him as someone who constantly needs to like a juvenile, but what to I know. Probably shower is safest for easiest cleanup, etc...

K - Kink

Maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Roleplay~ Cheesy stuff like police officer or whatever you are for Halloween. To an extent, he won’t try that hard lol, but he won’t want you to break character. I don’t think he started out into ‘daddy’ but I think jokes surrounding it, both inside and outside the fandom on social media has sparked an interest in it. Not something that comes out often, but he might every once in a while drop something like ‘you like when daddy does that?’ ,,,,which sounds corny, but it’s not when it comes from him. Marking and biting also, both giving and receiving. Brat-taming.

L - Location [ their favorite place to have sex ]

Home. Freedom to make noise, do it wherever, for as long as you want, etc... In the home I don’t think he cares, bed, sink, couch, floor, shower, etc...

M - Motivation [ turn-ons ]

Almost everything. There can be just certain looks you give them that instantly have him reading your every move as flirtatious. Dirty talk for sure.. Or even just dirty little secrets that get him feeling naughty like that you have a Victoria Secret bag in the corner of your room. Or that you covered your eyes during a steamy movie scene embarrassed.

N - NO [ turn-offs ]

No other parties involved in sex. This one also, I don’t think is a turn-off necessarily, but would be something he wouldn’t be okay with in my opinion. That’s using jealousy as a teasing tactic, flirting with other members or ignoring him in order to make him jealous. I think jealously sex could happen sure, but I think it’s really dangerous to play with him like that and after the fact would negatively effect the relationship and lose trust which would ultimately be a turn-off.

O - Oral

Giving: As much as he likes to tease and taunt, he’s a giver. He always gives you what you want and more. It’s never half-assed with him, even if he’s tired. He’s in there, very passionate, not minding getting a little messy. Receiving: Groans galore. I’M srry I just imagined it- The type to cradle either the back of your head or nape of your neck. Kind of dictate your pace and sometimes end up trusting into your mouth. But,,, if you pull back or feel panicked by that he’ll ease off and just put his hands elsewhere and take what you give.

P - Pace

HE got rhythm 4sure. Fast n hard bb. Even if he starts out slower, it always ends up like that.

Q - Quickies

He’d prefer to wait for more time. But if there’s not another opportunity in the foreseeable future he’d be fine with it, but wouldn’t do it if was a public space such as a closet.

R - Risk [ comfort zone ]

Not a risky one in most cases. But every once in a while surprises you, which is how you can tell his suave exterior is a facade and he’s desperate.

S - Stamina [ another round? ]

As long as he could have a break in between (20 min?) he could keep going.

T - Toy [ their favorite toys ]

I see him as pretty vanilla and not into using toys on you; I can see him using handcuff and blindfolds, but by making them himself with stuff on hand like a scarf or tie. His S/O using them on themselves tho is a different story as long as he can see/watch. He’d probably like vibrators best just because he enjoys your reaction so much and might eventually want to take over.

U - Unfair [ how they enjoy teasing & being teased ]

He a tease... Act surprised. He’s teasing in both words and actions. Getting you all hot and bothered and then acting coy and oblivious to your plight. He’ll always eventually give you what you want and more though, so there’s no real concern. He finds it intriguing to be teased himself... And thinks you have some big balls to act like you won’t let him have you right there.

V - Volume

If being loud is not an acceptable option I think he can stay pretty quiet with lil grunts here and there, but if at home or a hotel where volume is okay...... Maybe pretty vocal. And the kind of vocal in that he’s responsive to your vocal-ness... He could have a finger inside and moan simply bc he unconsciously is mimicking all your sounds. 

W - Wild Card [ authors choice ]

His eyes notice everything. The line the panties make on your ass when you where pants a tad too tight, how your nails thrum against his forearm leisurely, how you pop your lips after applying lip balm, how your eyes flicker down to his waist momentarily, etc. He catches everything and can’t help but process it positively, finding whatever he finds cute or sexy and focusing on it. It can make for some sudden intense sexual tension.

X - X-Ray [ what kind of package ]

Your guess is as good as mine, but he has BDE

Y - Yearning [ sex drive ]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm He doesn’t want to seem desperate or a horn dog, but it’s on his mind a lot. If there’s opportunity he’ll want to do it. Even if the opportunity is risky, with a limited time constraint or member in another room.

Z - Zzz [ after ]

I’d maybe guess,,,,, he’s out pretty quick. After cleaning up, getting a drink, slipping back in bed to cuddle, etc...

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[thesilkenlair]

(Casey Here!)

As much D&D as I play, you'd imagine I would eventually get around to illustrating some of their most iconic monsters! Which is to say, the ones that I personally find the most iconic. Which is to say, the ones I memorized when I was reading my dad's monster manual at age nine. Purple worm - Sandworms never go out of style. I've seen a lot of rad designs for this bugger over the editions, but I favor the slightly less reptilian older takes for this particular critter. It's kinda basic, but sometimes that's what you want. It's like a shark or a crocodile: Just flat out unchanged across the ages. Hook horror - I've heard it rumored that Gygax used a small Gigan figure to represent this monster. I can't verify that, but it definitely sounds right. Hook horrors are one of the very first things you meet when you play around in the caves, and they kind of remind me of the Father Deep monsters of the Hork Bajir homeworld that way. Mind flayer - Mind flayers! Basically, take all of your Dracula conventions and dip them in a fresh coat of Lovecraft. There's that old "decadent aristocratic upper caste system who literally eats the poor, but still somehow comes across as less evil than the actual real life 1%" setup that will never stop being relevant. Though personally, I see mind flayers as the first alternative for folks who want to play that monster-who-feels-the-urge-to-eat-their-friends-but-refuses-to-do-it shtick but don't want to deal with vampire baggage. You know, the furry option! ... Slimy? Rubbery? Do we have a word for anthro-cephalopods? I'm only a casual furry. Gelatinous cube - I'm not apologizing for giving this one a slot. Froghemoth - So, back when I participated in my very first long-term campaign, I played a druid. You've met Talia before. Naturally, I was chomping at the bit for the day I finally got to turn her into a froghemoth, and celebrated the day my wish was finally granted and she was allowed to chug human-supremacist-cultists like popcorn. Yeah, okay, the froghemoth is one of the classic vore-monsters. But it's a charming design in its own right. Kind of a freaky Hanna Barbara critter, like you'd see Space Ghost fighting. No matter how many artists draw it, they can never shake that inherent goofiness that third edition tried so hard to purge. I would probably cram them somewhere onto Fronterra if I was sure they were public domain. As is, I'm 99% certain that this is what Visser Three turned into when he ate Elfangor. Tarrasque - D&D's original kaiju! Kind of just takes the name and nothing else when it comes to its mythological origins, but I don't mind. The Tarrasque is that endgame "let's test the players" final boss monster... Or at least it's supposed to be. My DM reskinned it for our final Pathfinder session, and one of the PCs still nearly killed it in a single turn. Also, he let Talia turn into one, so maybe Pathfinder is just bullshit? Regardless, the Tarrasque has one of those simple, iconic designs. I've heard rumors it was based on the concept art for Fallout's deathclaws, and like the Gigan-figure, I can't verify this in any way. With its reptilian features, twin horns, spiny carapace and grabby fingies, it has an undeniable lizardlike quality that I can't help but find charming. Kinda feels like a more refined version of Zilla? Though for an insatiable eating machine, I notice a lot of artists give it very little belly to work with. Come on, this guy eats entire cities! Give him somewhere to put it! Rust monster - An icon of icons, the rust monster! Drawing its origin from a bizarre Chinese "dinosaur" toy, later designs have made it more insectoid in appearance, but never feeling QUITE like anything Earthly. It's the four limbs. Between the four limbs and the tail, it's hard to tell if it's an arthropod mimicking a vertebrate or the other way around. I'm pretty sure this is part of what inspired my ossaderm creatures for Fronterra. Also, Ryla can turn into one in our campaign. I have no shortage of havoc to wreak when the opportunity comes. Behir - Dragons in D&D are kind of... extra. Godlike beings, paragons of whatever personality trait they represent. Whenever there's something uber powerful in D&D, it gets compared to dragons. It makes them kind of unapproachable. Behirs provide all the essentials of a dragon - Serpentine body, scaly skin, horns, sapience, breath weapon, taste for human flesh - wrapped up in a smaller, weirder, IMO cooler package. You know, your Lambton Worms. A lot easier to port in and out of adventures, a lot less of an event when they show up, but still a formidable force in their own right. I like the behir. The behir knows how to taunt me just the right amount. Bulette - Another Chinese "dinosaur" figure monster, the bulette is actually another one I associate with Talia. Whenever we faced a problem that didn't have a glaringly and immediately obvious solution, she would turn into a bulette, whether it was for beating up robots, digging through obstacles, trampling smurfs, navigating labyrinths, distracting slashers with cute dog tricks... it was kind of her signature form. But shenanigans aside, the bulette is just an excellent monster. While the "land shark" shtick may be common, there's a lot more going on with the bulette's design. It's rumored to be a mad wizard's creation, as he combined a snapping turtle with an armadillo and mixed in a helping of demon blood to taste. Personally, I always considered that to be a neat little rumor to flesh out the world, but never assumed it to be true. The bulette just feels too naturalistic for that. Like some kind of protomammal or crocodylomorph, or weird triassic monstrosity. Magic and demons and dragons and so on DO affect the ecosystem. I always figured the bulette was just something that evolved to compete in this new biosphere. Owlbear - This one, on the other hand, I fully believe the "mad wizard was bored" explanation. Another chinasaur critter, the owlbear is frequently made fun of. What makes it scarier than a regular bear? It can't fly, so why have owl parts at all? Why trade fangs for a beak in what is at best a latural move? Well, first of all, fuck you, owls are creepy motherfuckers, and that alone is enough to justify it. But secondly, that's part of its charm. Besides some improved vision, the owl DOESN'T make it more dangerous. What makes the owlbear dangerous is that it's an insane, Frankensteinian monstrosity roaming uncontrolled through the wilderness! It doesn't need weaponry, its sheer temperament is enough to make it a worthy opponent. Sure, the practical threat might not be hugely above that of a bear, but storytelling isn't about numbers. Any asshole can go outside and get eaten by a bear. The owlbear is part of this world. The owlbear is a reminder of what magic can do. Someone somewhere actually made this thing, for whatever reason, and now the world is irrevocably changed because of it. Owlbears go beyond practicality. They bring the lore! Also, bears don't have very good eyesight, so the big owl eyes probably make them better hunters. Flumph - Is that a Japanese-style martian? Do we just have aliens in D&D? Dear lord, I love them! Okay, the flumph has got a sizable hatedom. And that hatedom can eat my ass, because the flumph is precious and perfect just the way it is! Flumphs are designed as a sort of sidekick-type creature. They're not very good fighters, but they bring knowledge and lore to the table. Whether they're aliens from some far off star, seeking your aid to prevent catastrophe, or psionic natives of the Underdark eager to bask in your positivity and hopefully stick it to the tyrants they're forced to share real estate with. My group generally treats them as straight up aliens, benevolent but strange. Course, we're all pretty strange, so we get along just fine. Otyugh - Okay so, the aberration creature type implies that this is something from another world that doesn't belong. And yet otyughs, which are aberrations, are an essential part of this world's ecosystem? Okay, I can buy the idea that an alien organism adapted to our world and is now a key part of it. Fronterra's got a TON of that. It just feels like after a point, the otyugh would be considered a beast? Otyughs are great. Every ecosystem needs a decomposer, and every fantasy story needs at least one dive into the sewers. Otyughs provide both, and are intelligent enough to keep the plot moving if it hits a snag. There's always going to be garbage, refuse, carrion, decay, things that need to be broken down and processed. Carrion crawler - The carrion crawler is pretty similar to the otyugh in that it's technically not considered a beast, and therefor must have its origins elsewhere, but feels so integrated into the ecosystem that it just feels like it belongs. They usually can't talk, so they're not just reskinned otyughs, but I still consider them pretty essential. Otyughs find a singular spot where waste is dumped and shovel it down at their leisure, while carrion crawlers skulk through the tunnels, actively seeking their food. The crawler got one of the most radical redesigns on the transition from second to third edition, but I can't really choose a single favorite. The oldschool tentacle-faced cutworm looks like it could be a real animal, while the googly-eyed Halloween decoration feels like it could be from another world, merely having set up shop here. Could there name apply to two wholly different creatures? If so, then I'm not sure which one mine would be considered. I kinda mashed them together into something that doesn't quite feel like either. But I like it for what it is. Maybe I'll sneak it onto Fronterra. Aboleth - Tentacled, telepathic sea creatures who turn humans into slimy minions, who remember everything their race has ever seen, and who are always plotting something behind the scenes. Yeah, the aboleths really crank up the Lovecraft elements. Actually, between the mind flayers, the flumphs and the aboleths, even the most oldschool D&D covered quite a few essential Lovecraftian bases. The flayers are your corrupt yet still recognizable humanoids who can be considered truly evil, the flumphs are benevolent-yet-bizarre guardians who know more than you, and the aboleths are the truly unknowable, sinister intellects. The fact that they can barely function on land honestly only adds to that, IMO. They're inherently difficult for a party to reach, and they offer some nice underwater adventure seeds. Not enough adventures go underwater. There's this perception that the ocean is bad for storytelling because so many writers lack the creativity to make it work. I wanna run an underwater adventure now. Beholder - Icon of icons! THE D&D monster! The beholder! Paranoid, jumpy, always five steps ahead and twenty steps perpendicular! Beholds are fun in just about every way. Between their wacky, diverse designs, their elaborate lairs, their eccentric personalities, their bizarre powers, you're never gonna run out of fun with beholders. Remorhaz - It's always been a thing that bothered me with environment-based monsters. Why does the ice monster who lives in the cold use ice as a weapon? Aren't most of the things it encounters going to be resistant to the cold? Sure, a cone of cold will still kill a polar bear, but a lot of the monsters in the tundra are outright immune to cold. A while dragon's not going to get much use out of its breath weapon fighting frost worms and frost giants. That's one reason the remorhaz sticks out to be. We have an icy tundra beast whose insides are a scorching furnace, which it can intensify and weaponize as it sees fit. Which also conveniently explains why its design - a sort of cobra-esque centipede - invokes warm-weather creatures, despite its icy environment. It's a nice subversion of the usual tropes, plus it's just a memorable, cool looking critter to begin with. On a smaller note, the remorhaz feels like a good loophole for Ryla's "no cold weather morphs" rule. Turning into something elementally affiliated with ice is no good, but a non-magical monster that survives the cold by superheating its insides? That seems perfectly viable to me!

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[pancakexspacexdragon]

Long ass post ahead. TL;DR I found an old set of questions and decided to answer them again 7 years later because why not.

1: What are you wearing?

2014: Some Shorts and a shirt I accidentally stole from my brother.

2021: Panic! at the Disco shirt and some running shorts

2: Ever been in love?

2014: Oh yes, sadly...

2021: pfft.

3: Ever had a terrible breakup?

2014: Not technically, but I once had my homecoming date hook up with another girl.

2021: hahahahahaha. Yes.

4: How tall are you?
2014: like 5 foot 1, maybe 2? I dunno.

2021: 5’4”, apparently

5: How much do you weigh?
2014: How about no...

2021: Who’s to say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6: Any tattoos?
2014: Yes! I got one on my left shoulder blade not too long ago. I often forget I have it, actually lol.

2021: I’m up to five, and six is planned.

7: Any piercings?

2014: I do. I have double lobe piercings, and my left ear at the top. No non-ear piercings. Those seem uncomfortable to get, tbh.

2021: Uh...double lobe, helix, forward helix, tragus, nose, and septum.

8: OTPs?
2014: Marshall and Lilly on HIMYM. I mean, I think that's what this is asking. Right?

2021: I’m still not 100% sure what this means but I’m doubling down on Marshall and Lilly.

9: Favorite show?
2014: I'm still recovering from the ending of How I Met Your Mother, but I also love Criminal Minds, and the Big Bang Theory.

2021: HIMYM, Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, and Masked Singer.

10: Favorite bands?

2014: I pretty much love anything, so I'll try to shorten it to Love and Theft, Newsboys, t.A.T.u, Beast, and Fun.

2021: My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, twenty one pilots, Maroon 5, Relient K.

11: Something you miss?

2014: Going to the park and just lying in the grass with my friends or crushes. I know, I'm Cheesy.

2021: Not having responsibilities or bills to pay.

12: Favorite Song?
2014: ...why do they even bother asking this? Tbh, “I'll Be” by Edwin McCain, and “Hello, My Name is” by Matthew West

2021: “you should see me in a crown” by Billie Eilish and “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift

13: How old are you?
2014: Nineteen. I feel old.

2021: ...twenty-six.

14: Zodiac sign?
2014: Aries, barely.

2021: (not) shockingly, I’m still an Aries.

15: Quality you look for in a partner?
2014: Just someone who's willing to go on cheesy dates at the park, and love me for who I am. And a Christian. Yea, I'm one of those people. Sorry...

2021: dude just someone who’s gonna stick with me.

16: Favorite quote?
2014: It's actually a verse. I love Jeremiah 29:11. It's actually part of what's tattooed on my shoulder; right below a cross.

2021: “it do be like that sometimes”

17: Favorite actor?
2014: Uhhhhh. Matthew Gray Gubler, or David Tennant. I love them both :)

2021: Matthew Gray Gubler.

18: Favorite color?
2014: Green, or pink. Depends on the shade and whatnot.

2021: pastels. mostly green.

19: Loud music or soft?
2014: If I'm alone in the car? loud. Anywhere else I enjoy my soft music.

2021: If I’m by myself loud but if there’s others I like to keep it low enough so we can still talk.

20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
2014: My Room, or the park not to far from me. I like parks, if you haven't noticed.

2021: My room

21: How long does it take you to shower?
2014: Uh, probably about 10 minutes.

2021: Either 10 minutes or 45 minutes. There is no in-between

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
2014: About 30 minutes. I like to sleep tbh.

2021: Maybe 20 minutes at the most. Cutting off all my hair really took some time off my getting ready list.

23: Ever been in a physical fight?
2014: heck no.

2021: hell no.

24: Turn on?
2014: Cute shy smiles, and geekiness. I love someone who I can be comfortable with.

2021: dorks with a lame sense of humor. I am all about the dad jokes.

25: Turn off?
2014: Those guys who try to make you uncomfortable, or act like they're super cool. I guess that would be douches, huh?

2021: the “oh you should smile more” men.

26: The reasons I joined Tumblr?
2014: I was trying to find a place where I could post stuff without my parents seeing it tbh. I like having a place where like 2 people actually know me.

2021: Because where else can I release the true psychotic chaos within me?

27: Fears?
2014: Being abandoned. And darkness, for sure.

2021: Finding out people only stayed in your life out of obligation and not out of their own choice. And spiders.

28: Last thing that made you cry?
2014: The guy I liked totally looked past me and started telling me about this other girl, after I told him how I felt (not RIGHT after, it had been about two months...but still).

2021: My mom manipulated me into showing up to something I didn’t want to because “I should really go visit family”

29: Last time you said you loved someone?
2014: My best friend and I say I love you after we hang up the phone Lol.

2021: Other than normal parent “Love You”’s, it’s probably been about 3 years.

30: Meaning behind your Tumblr name?
2014: I'm short, totally socially awkward in new situations (and with old friends, now that I think about it) and Idk about the fox. I just like foxes, I guess...

2021: There is no meaning. I like pancakes, space, and dragons.

31: Last book you read?
2014: If you don't count my English Lit book, then it was probably "Only the Good Spy

Young" by Ally Carter, but I don't remember.

2021: oh geez. It was probably “George” or “Rick” by Alex Gino

32: The book you’re currently reading? 
2014: Nothing yet. I do have that last Gallagher Girl book to read though. I'll probably start it this weekend.

2021: Nothing. But I never got to that last Gallagher Girl book...

33: Last show you watched?
2014: The Big Bang Theory.

2021: The Masked Singer

34: Last person you talked to? 
2014: My dad lol. We were watching the NFL draft.

2021: Guy friend of mine. I went to his place for dinner and some video games.

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted? 
2014: Good Friend

2021: hahahahahahahaha. We’re just friends.

36: Favorite food?
2014: Cajun. Blame my grandparents, that's what they cook a lot lol.

2021: Pasta

37: Place you want to visit?
2014: I wanna go to Alaska. Even though I know it's super cold.

2021: Europe. Specially Spain or France.

38: Last place you were? 
2014: I honestly left home like twice today, to bring something to my brother at the High school, then to bring him to a friends house. He has a better social life than me.

2021: Friends place to hang out. We played Stardew then ordered wings and watched a movie.

39: Do you have a crush?
2014: Yes. See question 28 lol. Also, there's this other guy who I got close to last year, but I haven't spoken to him in weeks, and it's killing me.

2021: See guy referred to in 34, 35, and 38.

40: Last time you kissed someone?
2014: Never. I have never kissed anyone. Well, besides like a kiss in the cheek from family. Yeah...

2021: wow it’s probably been about three years.

41: Last time you were insulted?

2014: Recently lol. I guess... I don't really pay attention, or care...

2021: I don’t know. Probably recently.

42: Favorite flavor of sweet?
2014: I'm just gonna act like this doesn't exist, cause idk what it's asking.

2021: Chocolate.

43: What instruments do you play?
2014: I can play the French Horn and Mellophone! I also want to learn the flute, but I can't unless I have something to practice lol.

2021: French Horn, Mellophone, and Ukulele. Still want to learn the flute.

44: Favorite piece of jewelry?

2014: My purity ring. If I forget to put it on, I can seriously feel the emptiness, and it bothers me...

2021: My septum ring! I feel like it’s the first piercing I got for myself, and not just something I thought others would like on me.

45: Last sport you played?

2014: Maybe Soccer? Idk.

2021: pfft. Sports.

46: Last song you sang?

2014: “I'll Be” by Edwin McCain. But I really don't sing well, so it doesn't happen much, unless I'm alone.

2021: “You Belong with Me (Taylor’s Version)” by Taylor Swift and I 100% sang it to my dog.

47: Favorite chat up line?

2014: I don't have one

2021: It’s been 7 years and I still don’t have one.

48: Have you ever used it?

2014: Since i don't have one, no.

2021: Nah.

49: Last time you hung out with someone?

2014: I hung out with my future roommate before I left college yesterday.

2021: When I went to the previously mentioned Guy’s house earlier today.

50: Who should answers these questions next?

2014: Well, I guess any of my followers can choose to, if they want.

2021: Bold of you to assume anyone’s actually going to see this.

[btswishes]

Are you for real?

Kihyun  (Vampire Au)

Previous / No more

A/N:  Omg I put so much info in this it hurts my brainnn. Last part tho, I hope you enjoyed this super random story.Sorry for any mistakes made. It’s long so get ready for this.

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “ Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Kihyun vampire au? It can honestly be about anything! I love your work btw!  “

Word count:  4,782

Warnings: Swear words, blood, organs mention of death.

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  Kihyun enjoyed watching you eat the cake he made for you. He felt such delight just by you complimenting his cooking abilities. He used his thumb to gently wipe away the small smudge of chocolate left onto your lips.The moment his skin made contact with yours, you grabbed his hands and cupped them between yours.

“You are so cold!”

“It’s actually o-” his words got stuck in his throat ,when you pulled his hands close to your lips and blew warm air trying to warm them up. For the first time in forever he felt a nostalgic beating in his chest. His pale white skin was tinted a slight pink color and he couldn’t take a breath. Kihyun was confused, he didn’t know all this could still happen to him.

 Feeling drunk off this new feeling, he pulled his hand out of your fingers and cupped your cheek. It was warmer than before, but you still flinched a bit.

“Can you bear with it for a bit?” you looked into his dark eyes, losing yourself in the pitch black nothingness. The words weren’t coming out and your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t comprehend what has happening in your body. You nodded, parting your lips a bit ,as your eyes scanned his whole face. Slowly you closed them, waiting with anticipation for this to finally happen. Even though you met him 2 days ago, it felt like forever that you had been searching for him.Ages since you had felt him this close.

“Stop right there before I end your undead life!” your eyes flew open as you heard the sharp yell from the direction of the entrance.

“Who are you!” Kihyun said with the same energy, as he pulled back from you, standing up.His arm was holding you behind him as tight and close as possible.

“I will tell you who I am when you step away from her and I chop that hand of yours clean off!”

“Nice try!” out of nowhere Wonho popped out with the other boys.He was standing in front of you and Kihyun in a low stance. You could feel the blood lust filling up the room around you.

“Hae what is going on here?” you asked, confused and gripping onto Kihyun’s clothes

“Y/N, let go of that Jiangshi right now!” your brother waved his arm in the air, when you slowly did as he told you.Your head moved up to look at the boy that stole your heart, waiting for something, but he didn’t move his head at all.

(Jiangshi- asian vampire)

“Brother what do you mean by that?”

“Your beloved over there is a Jiangshi! His skin is pale, he has a Taoist talisman around his neck and he is the one who tried to break into your room. That cream you have with jojobe seeds stopped him, since it’s a Jiangshi’s weakness.Not to mention the way he has a slight hop in his step.He reacted to the sound of bells as well.Everything points at this. He is trying to drain your life force!” it all sounded bizarre, but fitted perfectly.How else would he have known where you live when he picked you, or that chilling feeling on your way home...the footsteps in the garden.

“Give Y/N back to us! I will not approve of this relationship!” your dad pointed at Kihyun ,holding in his arm a sealing talisman.

“Wai-” as he was trying to explain ,Wonho cut him off  

“Fine by us! This is how things were supposed to go in the first place!” there was a flash of light and you found yourself in another place, it felt more like another world. There was nothing around you only empty space. Your family was stunned for a moment ,when Wonho’s hair started moving softly around him,as if it was under water. His body contorted in strange ways “Don’t!” Kihyun tried to stop the boy, yet it was too late.

The traces of his human form were gone. You could only see a big dog with a  reddish-maroon coat and nails, amber-colored nose and eyes.His curled bushy tail and pointy ears were contrasting his scary looks and sharp teeth. Wonho was no more, the creature standing in front of you was known as a Bulgae. He was loyal and you could see that with the way he was protecting Kihyun and everyone else.

(Bulgae-  - a dark dog creature said to chase the moon and the sun to bring them back to its master)

“I won’t let you harm my family.” he growled low and deep to warn about his potential attack

“And you think we will let you take my sister in the name of your family?” your brother hissed from his position- head low and eyes dark with anger 

“Kihyun!”Wonho howled “Take her energy and lets get this over with!” Jooheon was panicking ,but in the moment everything was happening so fast, that he pushed you towards Kihyun and you ended up kissing. In front of everyone.Amazing first kiss story.

Laying his eyes on this, Wonho felt triumphant, that he had saved his family. There was silence. The boys were confused and you felt dizzy pulling away from Kihyun. He was holding your weak body in his hands, not knowing what to do.

“You.....” you could hear your brother’s voice become deeper and resonating with the world around himself. The bell on his earring was making loud sounds, echoing none-stop.His body started walking slowly towards the mess you were in. “You are all dead, you are all so dead.” his body started growing, the hair on his head started becoming thick and long like a lion’s mane.

“Wonho,Hyungwon step back!!!”Shownu yelled out in the nick of time ,before the boy got stepped on. The shiny scales on your brother’s body and his long fangs caught everyone unprepared for what happened.

“What is going on here!”Hyugwon’s head felt like it was looking at the high skies “What is he!?”

“Hae...” you mumbled your brother’s name, hoping he would calm down.You were still in a daze so your words weren’t of much help.Your body’s state enraging Hae even more.

“I will get you right now little fox, so just relax.”

“Hae... the bell on his ear....” Minhyuk gasped, turning towards his friends “You idiots decided to prey on the sister of a Haetae!?” he threw his hands in the air “We are fucked. Soooo fucked.”

(Haetae-  lion with scales on its body and a horn on it’s head ,that knows when one is telling lies)

“We can take him on!” Wonho said with confidence, standing his ground “He is one and we are 7, even if he is of the high ranking legendary creatures.”

“Everyone let’s stop this!”Kihyun tried to reason with the adrenaline drunk pup, but he was too far gone for that.

“I agree with the Jiangshi over there.” your father pointed at Kihyun wiggling his finger up and down “Let’s finish this already, I am hungry.” stretching his back a bit, he extended his hand to the side.

“What are you doing old man!”  Chang Kyun followed every move the opposite team was making, since this had turned into more of a mess than expected

“Who are you calling old!” with a swift flick of his hand, your dad pulled a sword our of thin air.The material looked soaked with energy from times that have passed “What is wrong? Never seen a Go Dokkaebi before?”

(Go Dokkaebi- a particular kind of goblin, great at fighting and handling weapons)

“A Go Dokkaebi!?” Minhyuk commented again with even more enthusiasm “Can this get any worse?” his eyes landed on your very confused mother “What are you Misses? A dragon? A dokkaebi too? Please surprise us, we are fucked any ways at this point.” he was ranting on and on, but your poor mother didn’t even know what was happening, the same as when she had to run all the way here.

“Minhyuk shut up and help Wonho!” Jooheon swung his arm from one side to the other, as he himself was preparing for what was about to come

“What do you want me to do against a Go Dokkaebi and a Haetae?I am a Gwisin for god’s sake! ” Minhyuk fluttered his shirt around aggressively “The only thing I can do is throw my hanbok in their face and flash them!!! “ he was expressing all kinds of pissed off emotions at the whole mess at hand, knowing that there was no way for them to get out of this after what Kihyun did to you. “Plus that ,that oversize Bulgae Wonho can only try and bite their asses!”

(Gwisin- a type of spirit / ghost)

“Maybe I can do more if you helped me!” Wonho got slightly offended by the underestimation

“You are trying to fight legendary creatures! What the fuck do you think will happen!? Just give the girl back already!”

 Hae slammed his big paw, shaking up the universe you all were in.The sheer power in his front leg was enough to make the boys lose their footing, no matter what state they were in or position. “It seems that the Gwisin has brain unlike the rest of you.Give us back our little fox and we are going to be even.”

“We can’t do that.” Shownu’s calm voice intercepted all of the yelling and screaming. “ There is no proof that after we return your sister, you will let us go. Truth be told, Kihyun already did his thing and we are in a very big mess.” Shownu stepped forward and bowed down his head, kneeling with his back towards his friends “ A soul for a soul. We will return your sister, but in exchange I want you to take my soul and life as payment for my family to live on. They will move cities if you wish them to.”

“Sh-shownu what are you saying?” Hyungwon’s voice trembled as he looked at his friend, laying his own existence on the line for their well-being “You must be fucking with us...right?You have a plan don’t you?!”

“Of course he does! He always has a plan!” Jooheon let out a forced laugh, but the silence of his hyung shook him deep down

“No plan this time guys.” he was looking back at the boys “Even if I am not here to get you all out of situations, be careful.”

“You are not really going to do this!?” Wonho growled out

“We are family.” Shownu’s head looked up at your dad’s figure coming closer to him “ I am not going to let the most important people in my life to die from one mistake.” he lowered his gaze “Promise me that when I am gone you will let them be.”

 Your father looked at the strong figure the boy had and the loyalty practically dripping from his body “You weren’t born a creature, were you?.”

“I was once a human warrior born during Goguryeo .I watched the falling of my lands and the coming of many dynasties. I was loyal to many emperors and many masters. With the coming of the new age my power was not needed and I ended up meeting the people you see behind me today.” he explained

(Goguryeo- was a  Korean kingdom located in the northern and central parts of the Korean Peninsula and the southern and central parts of Manchuria)

“Even if you have no emperor to follow, the warrior code in you never changed, now loyal to your friends.” your father lifted his hand in the air.The sword’s blade was illuminating the area around, shining with power and authority “As a warrior myself, I give you my word that your frie-...your family shall not be harmed. With your life you will pay off their mistakes and wrongdoings.” his hand relaxed and came down with such speed. Everyone’s eyes were focused as the blade moved in slow motion.Was there going to be a scream, a sound, anything? No, because Shownu had pride.Everything was going to be silent and peaceful.

“STOP!”

Kihyun yelled out almost like the screeched sound of a beast in sorrow. His arm reaching out towards his brother, trying to grip him tight. A crashing sound followed and the ground was slit open from the ancient weapon. Silence took over the world, not a breath was heard not a blink was made.

“Get up kid.” your father left go of the weapon. It’s blade now stuck in the ground, almost one with it. “This metal is resonating with the screams of creatures and humans alike who have wronged in sinful ways. I am not going to take your life as payment for your family, seeing as they all would jump in front of my swing and take it for you. I agree with the Gwisin boy over there.” he pointed at Minhyuk “This has become a mess that we need to clear up.”

“Father what are you doing!” Hae growled in anger ,when your father pulled out the sword and hit him on the head

“Is this how we raised you? Calm yourself! You turned this whole ordeal into something bigger than it actually was. Saying things like this Jiangshi stealing your sister’s bead !” the authority your father had over your brother put him in his place, reverting Hae back to his human form

“He could have for all we know, it wasn’t with her! Why else would he have been in her room at night?!” he pointed at Kihyun

“HE WHAT!?” your dad gasped, a boy visiting his daughter was even worse than death by the hand of an enemy.Your mother quickly ran up to your dad and grabbed his shoulder.

“Honey, let’s not be rash.We can talk this all through.The kids already know they are in deep trouble and they can’t lie since we have Hae here.” she looked over in Kihyun’s direction “ Plus the poor boy looks on the verge of death for the second time.”

“Kihyun!” Hyungwon and Shownu ran up to their brother, trying to keep his body straight “ Are you ok?What is going on here?” he was pale, even more than before and one of his eyes couldn’t even open at this point. Wonho was confused as to what was going on here.

“You fed didn’t you?” the boys asked him, but Kihyun could only nod with the strength he had left

 After the whole situation had calmed down, you got a firm grip on yourself.Looking around things had progressed so much in the time you were dizzy and lightheaded. The boys were focusing more on their friend, than on you in which time your brother ran up to you. His eyes were scanning you up and down, checking if you were hurt, bit or anything as a matter of fact.

“Now that we have all calmed down.”your mother walked up with a bounce in her step and looked down at the exhausted vampire. “I will ask you a few things and you will answer.Even if you think about it, no one and nothing can lie to a Haetae.” Kihyun nodded agreeing“Sweetie give him some power.” your father did something that you didn’t understand and in a matter of seconds Kihyun was more mobile.

(listen to THIS during the next part :) )

“Why did you talk to our daughter in the first place?”

“I-I...” he stood up, looking at your mother face to face “I meet her for the first time in the supermarket a day or so ago. At first I was hunting, I admit it, I can’t suppress my Jiangshi nature since it keeps me up and hopping. But the moment I laid my eyes on her something shook me inside, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Why did you follow her home!” your dad jumped in with the million dollar question

“I was planning to go home.Following her was never my intention. On my way outside I noticed that a lot of lesser mischievous creatures had in interest in her. Most are harmless ,but the ones around her could materialize objects and play pranks that can be harmful. I followed her to your home to make sure nothing happened ,since the night is when they are the most active. The scratch on her neck is from me, they were hovering all around Y/N’s body. I never intended to harm her.”

“What about the window?”

“I startled her outside the store and she dropped the bags ,with them a small bracelet. It looked important and I wanted to return it. I couldn’t just walk up to your front door or stop her while she was walking, since it would look like I was stalking her. I know it was a bad idea from the start, but I saw the open window and decided to drop in and leave it somewhere.”

“The hand-cream with Jujube seeds stopped you I pressure.” your brother asked and Kihyun nodded “Still that doesn’t explain the force you used on her window lock.”

“Cut the child some slack honey.” your mom once more spoke out “If he was hunting he probably hadn’t eaten in awhile. During hunger waves he gets stronger because animalistic instincts kick in. He probably broke it by mistake trying to suppress his energy.”

“Look I am sorry for everything that happened here. I asked Y/N out today not to feed on her or anything. I am practically at the end of my life line right now, if I wanted to do it, it would have been over by now. I have fed on many beautiful women, all of them just died in my arms and I never blinked an eye to it.I never wanted to do that to your daughter.For the first time in all my lives I felt an urge to protect her, a need to make sure she is ok. I could never bring myself to harm her in any shape or form. When she smiled at me, my cold lifeless body felt warm, I felt a heart beat, something lost in my memory. There was such a nostalgic feeling whenever I would look at her and not be able to get close-.”Wonho opened his mouth letting a calm voice out

“ Before you stormed in the cafe.” he threw an angry look at your brother “ We were talking about the way Kihyun was acting. He was dying, he knew and felt it but he didn’t care. I wanted him just to go and feed since I didn’t want to lose....my brother.”

“Yet he looked so happy we couldn’t bring ourselves to pull him away from her.”Hyungwon caught the end of Wonho’s sentence, expressing his feelings as well “ Kihyun preferred to live a short time suppressing his hunger with her than to feed and lose Y/N. The closer we looked, the better we could see how much he was clasping his hands together to protect her from harm.”

“The disgusting truth was....” Jooheon looked away from Kihyun

“That you would have staid back and watched it happen and not intervene even as you saw him die in front of your eyes. Knowing you could help immediately.” the boys nodded after your father finished Jooheon’s thought

 Kihyun looked at you, pulling you closer by your hands. He was talking to you, not to your family or his, only you.

“As a Jiangshi I am terrified of my reflection, but I still kept looking in the glass window to see your face. I found my reflection in your beautiful eyes, but I didn’t feel fear or anything. I could keep looking for ages to come and to go.No Jujube or talismans can keep me down at this point.” Kihyun placed his hand gently on your cheek as you leaned into his now warm touch, closing your eyes “I want you to stay with me. Deep down I wanted to lock you up and take you away.I am a selfish monster- I know, I probably can’t give you what you need- I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to make you happy.”

 Your brother took in the sight in front of himself and the pure words. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, making the bell on his earring sing “You don’t need a Haetae to tell you that he means every word he says.”

“He is so infatuated with Y/N that even your earring didn’t make him move.” your mom giggled to herself ,as she leaned on your dad’s shoulder, remembering her romance

“What good does all this do? He fed on her but his life energy is even lower than before.” Wonho kicked something aggressively

“Oh child” your mother smirked and crossed her arms in front of her chest “You, Shownu.” he looked over concentrated “Have your parents ever told you why you shouldn’t follow beautiful women in the forest at night?”

“It has been some time, but as far as I remember, men would meet a Gumiho that with a kiss would suck out their life energy and leave them to die.” his answer made your mother clap her hands loudly

(Gumiho- nine-tailed fox creature)

“There you go. Our little Y/N here hasn’t been feeding as well and you were basically giving your energy to her, so her instincts kicked in and she absorbed some of it.”

“The bracelet you wanted to return is the fox bead ,that I have been trying to compress for the past year.” you said

“But this looks more like a marble to me.” Kihyun looked at the bluish tinted crystal ,when you hit his shoulder offended by the rude comment he made of your work “Haha, I am sorry. I take it back.”

 You pulled the bracelet out of his hand and tore the elastic. The boy looked confused for a second before you suddenly punched him in the stomach. His body bent forward and you stuffed something his mouth ,causing him to swallow it with the breath of air he took.

“What did I just eat!?” he looked at your innocent stare

“My fox bead. It should give you life force without hunting and it saves you from the second plan.” you smiled, flashing him your pretty pointy teeth

“I think the second plan would have been better.” Kihyun’s throat had a strange feeling, since he just consumed a big rock basically

“Oh.” your mother placed her finger under her chin, thinking for a second “We can still do plan B if you want.”

“What was plan B?” Hyungwon asked

“Minhyuk right?” she looked at him “Your question from earlier about my kind will be answered so look closely.” your mom winked at the boy “Plan B is the same as A actually.” as she was speaking her body began to grow large and change it’s shape, splitting in many ways “But, here the thing getting swallowed would be you.”

 Her form had 9 tails but also 3 fox heads, the shape of a dragon and the energy of a legendary creature that had lived on this Earth for many millennia.

“If you become my servant you won’t need to hunt and feed but you will kinda have to do what I say.” every one of the 3 heads would speak one after the other “ Honestly I always wanted to see what it felt like having a maid in the house.”

“Are you possibly a water serpent....?” Minhyuk stuttered

“Actually.” your mother came close to him, until the boy was stranding next to all 3 heads “I am like you, a spirit. You can call me a fox spirit like a gumiho, or a dragon spirit. I don’t mind whichever you chose. My given name is Samdugumi.”

“So, if we all had actually fought against a Do Dokkaebi, Haetae, Samdugumi ohhh and Y/N the Gumiho...what would our chances have been?”

“Mom preys on both living and dead, so I guess you all would have been lucky to be killed by me or dad.” Hae shrugged at Minhyuk. The boy’s face changed into a strange almost shocked look.

“Good to know we didn’t go thought ANY of that.”

“  Wait...then Kihyun is not going to die?”Shownu asked

“As long as he has my bead in him he is good to go.” Hae patted your head proud of the decision you made on you own

“Smart thinking little fox.”

“But didn’t you work none stop for a whole year to make that? I heard you need the fox bead to achieve all 9 tails?” Kihyun was worried about your choice, was he worth the work you sacrificed?

“Don’t worry about it.” you tip-toed kissing his cheek “I have 25 more beads at home. I have this bad habit of starting things and not finishing them. Maybe I should actually start working on the one sitting in my bag since 33BC.”

“That...that is quite some time before my birth.” Shownu didn’t seem to express a lot of emotions, but this statement made even him react

“So are we all good?Are Kihyun and Y/N allowed to be together?” Chang Kyun asked looking at everyone for some kind of confirmation

“We are good, this whole fight was a mistake in the first place.” your mother looked at Hae “Since a certain overprotective lion overreacted. Honestly! If we had just asked it would have been sooo much easier!”

“What if he had bitten her!” your brother tried to defend his noble idea 

“She is a Gumiho Hae. Nothing was going to happen.You saw that yourself.The vampire was the one suffering in the end.” the truth was this after all “Let them be. Come let’s go!” with a firm grip on Hae’s ear, your mother pulled both him and your dad back to the living world

“I guess we will go too. Have fun.” Shownu did the same as your mother after gathering all of his kids up

   The realm became empty and quite, now with only you and Kihyun in it. He turned towards you, about to say something, when you placed your hand over his eyes.

“Wh-a!” you caught him off guard. The blue light suddenly hit his eyes. Looking around himself, he found nature- rustling leaves of bushes and trees, wild animals big and small. The moon was high up and the air was fresh. “Where are we?” he asked turning in all directions, trying to get it all in.

“This is my realm. I thought that since you were born during the old dynasties that you might like it here. In a way it feels like I took us back in time.” you smiled,clasping your hands behind your back

“I love it here. It feel like home.” maybe it was the cool wind ,but a lonely tear formed in his eye and dripped onto the ground.

“Kihyun?” you pulled your sleeve a bit and wiped the trail left ,away “Are you ok?”

“I am not.” you got a bit worried with this answer, but soon it proved a unneeded emotion “I don’t know how I am. I can feel a heart beat, I am crying ,even my body is warming up. All these emotions that I had forgotten about are bubbling out of me.” a sharp giggle startled the boy.Grabbing his clothes you pulled him to sit on a big rock. Your head leaned onto his shoulder as the wind began blowing stronger.

“You weren’t feeding properly and so you weren’t getting enough life force to sustain your bodily functions.The bead I made you eat actually supplies more than what you need, so you will look like a human pretty soon.” you explained, closing your eyes and feeling his presence next to you.

“I never wanted to hurt anyone, but even with the small amount of energy I took, they still died in my arms. “ Kihyun’s body shivered next to you “It’s been so long that I had forgotten what cold was.” he swung his arm around you, trying to keep you warm with his new found power. 

“It’s ok.” you said smiling. He suddenly felt the soft and warm feeling of something behind him.The moon light reflected off every single silver strand of fur on your tails. Kihyun relaxed his head onto yours. “The moon is pretty today.”

“It is, but I prefer to look at you.” 

“We have an eternity for that.” his words were like honey to you 

  On a moon lit night, on top of one lonely rock, the Gumiho and her lover share one hug, one life force and a life time of love.

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[joeymozzarello]

Pen to Paper

Chapter Five

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 3,059

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

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Julie was never the ‘blackout drunk’ type. Sure she liked to party now and then, but she never felt she was one to go overboard. However, Saturday night happened in flashes. It all begun at the karaoke bar. Julie remembered her entrance because she spent ten minutes outside the place, practising her introduction. She didn’t want to seem awkward, she wanted to seem casual, smart and funny. She tried to think of all her good traits; a sharp jawline and gleaming blue eyes that didn’t sink too far into her skull, straight teeth, great ass - with a sharp inhale, she suddenly felt a lot more confident. 

She remembered walking up to Steven, who greeted her with a hug she wasn’t expecting and introduced her as ‘JJ’ to the whole group. This was strange because she’d never referred to herself as JJ in the past week, it felt like a very back at home thing, so she politely corrected him and the conversations quickly moved on. The first thirty minutes of the night included Julie being squashed into the corner of the couch whilst having the world’s most uncomfortable conversation with a guy that looked like Clark from the Office and was just as much a douchebag as Clark was and certainly just as memorable, in that, he wasn’t at all.

It had all started with a look up and down, from the top of her head, all the way down to her shoes, as if he had Terminator vision and he was trying to read as much about her as possible in very little time. His eyes stopped at her t-shirt. “How very English of you,” he said. She wasn’t quite sure whether this was a good or bad thing, his tone remained blank and so did his expression as he sipped on what looked like a cosmopolitan. “The Beatles were the only band that could accompany you to this event?”

"Who speaks like that?" was what she thought. What she actually said was, “I didn’t think I was going to be judged on my shirt choice, maybe next time I’ll go for a casual green,” she said, smiling sourly whilst staring at his extremely bright lime button up that should’ve stayed in his closet. He just rolled his eyes.

“You know he died here, right? John Lennon,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Congratulations, you’re a lot more lenient on murder here than we are back in England,” her eye contact didn’t falter. She being challenged and she wasn’t going to lose. “What would you like? An award?”

That’s where the conversation died down. Mr I’m-Ready-To-Catch-You-Out had gotten bored of her quick wit and he’d turned to someone else, leaving Julie on her own, still filling a space that was way too small for her. With a huff and a push at the hipster sitting next to her, she got up and walked towards the bar. “Hey, can I get a vodka martini with two olives? Cheers,” she nodded, looking back at the table full of people she was sure she wouldn’t get along with. “Yeah, just add it to their tab,” she gestured towards them with her thumb.

Leaning back onto the crowed counter, Julie just sipped on her drink, a little tipsy from the two shots she’d had with the group but still not feeling in the party mood. She sighed, starting to give up but in the corner of her eye, she spotted him. Blue jeans and a knitted yellow sweater, it could only be one person; Tim Murphy walked in, looking like he didn’t quite know the meaning of clean shaven and as if he were the advocate of looking scruffy but somehow, he looked more awake and ready to party than Julie had all night.

She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. It was perfectly logical that he was here, these were, after all, his friends but somehow, that didn’t cross Julie’s mind. Okay, maybe it had, just a tiny bit on Friday night, but that moment came and went without a second thought. She hadn’t seen him since their short, but surely not sweet, conversation on Thursday.

Tim Murphy did a sweep of the room, scanning the location as if he was looking for quick escapes just in case. She stared at him, somewhat hoping his eyes would catch hers, just to see what he would do if he saw her. He saw the table his friends were at, there didn’t seem to be any shift in his eyes or composure, he just kept looking around for a few moments and finally it happened. Their eyes locked.

Julie narrowed her eyes, smugly and sipped on her drink as she set one elbow down on the counter and leaned in comfortably. It was almost a challenge, a dare for him to come up to her. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted him to do, she didn’t really expect an explanation for his shortcomings but at least an apology. She would very much enjoy watching the Dr Tim Murphy apologise to her. Her mother always called her a sadist, Julie didn’t see it.

To her surprise, Tim didn’t give it a thought before walking towards her, his back slouched slightly and his walk almost tired but his aura was nothing but soft. As if he was suddenly in the mood to joke around. “Oh yes, you look like the real life of the party,” he approached her, biting the inside of his cheek, the slightest smile grazing his lips. “Tell me, why are you over here, standing alone, when the people who invited you out are all over there having fun?”

Julie straightened up, mimicking his confidence. “So is today one of the days we’re friends or are you going to shut me down first thing I say? I’d just like to be ready so I can pick up the broken pieces of my heart a little quicker this time,” she tilted her head, biting back a smile. After a second, Tim raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, sighing, as if he gave up. He sat on the stool next to her.

“Gotta make this a good night. Shots on me?” He watched her, she was a little dumbfounded, not expecting that to work or even do anything but she was glad they were back on a nice rhythm. She just nodded, swinging back the las bit of her martini and taking her place next to Tim Murphy.

There was a lot of drinking in a very short amount of time but as things got fuzzier, the details started to slip away.

She didn’t know exactly how it happened, the lights were melting together in a spectrum of floating lights and deafening singing. She remembered joking about how the two of them would be much better than the guy who had been butchering a song they both loved. Next thing she knew, Tim was grabbing her hand and taking her towards the stage. “Hello!” He’d giggled into the microphone, getting a sparse response from the crowd. “We are Jim and Tulie - no, wait, Tim and Julie and tonight, we will be singing ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ by…” he turned to her with wide eyes and complete confusion over his face. She just shrugged. “We don’t know. But everyone knows this song. Just sing along with us. Okay. Enjoy.”

She remembered thinking Tim had a somewhat nice voice, it did crack when he tried to go too high or he shouted into the microphone. Both of them were ridiculously bad at singing in time with the music but people seemed to start to get into it. They begun to sing along and during the second chorus, when Tim’s arm was around her shoulders and they were both slouched forward, singing into one microphone and staring into the screen for the lyrics, people actually started dancing and clapping along. The both of them loved the attention.

There was something about letting go. When suddenly people became unapologetically themselves, when they start to accept each other and live without thinking twice about anything other than the here and now. That’s when Julie knew she was living for real, for herself, and not for some fictional, fairytale world she wasn’t even sure she wanted anymore.

The karaoke bar closed at midnight. Julie wasn’t quite sure what had happened between their performance and the moment they stumbled outside, their jackets open in the chilly October air, clouds puffed out of their mouths as they laughed and soon the only thing that could be heard in the backstreets of New York, over the hushed ambulances and car horns, were Tim and Julie, taking it in turns to shush each other.

“Do you ever feel like just because things happened ages ago they aren’t that far away?” Tim asked after a few moments of silence. Julie wasn’t walking in a straight line, her feet were crossing over each other and she was only looking at the floor as she walked, trying very hard not to step on the cracks. Tim, on the other hand, he walked slower, staring up at the sky, no stars to be seen, just a foggy dark sky and lots of buildings.

“Do you mean like the saying ‘it feels just like yesterday’?” Julie said slowly, trying her best to focus on the conversation.

“I guess,” he sighed. “Or like, when you think about it so much and it always plays over in your head even when you don’t want it to.”

Julie thought of a second, stopping in her tracks and bringing her gaze a little bit higher so she was staring ahead. Tim noticed she’d stopped so he turned and just watched her, his hands in his big grey coat. “I dunno, sometimes I think about the time my dog pooped in my bed because I forgot to take him on a walk,” she paused, thinking. “But I don’t think that’s the same thing.”

“No,” he giggled. “But it was good to know.”

They walked and talked; their conversations consisted of made up gibberish, hypothetical scenarios and some truthful outbursts. Julie found herself bumping into Tim’s shoulder to make him stumble over to the side, only for him to look at her from glazed, tired eyes and rush to push her back. Suddenly, nothing about the two of them was sarcastic, everything that tumbled out of their mouths was pure interest asked through croaky chuckles. It was as if they were children again.

“…so, I’m thinking, we get the boat and we just let it float and see where it gets to!” Tim laughed, throwing his hands up as if he’d just told her the most magnificent plan anyone has ever thought of. Julie had a couple of questions, to which Tim had all the answers. “You seem to not be sure of my plan, trust me I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Why you may ask? Well, you see -"

“I’m broke,” it came out of nowhere. Julie wasn’t sure why she had said it, it was the first time she’d said that out loud, probably the first time she’d properly admitted it to herself not as a passing joke or remark. “I thought my parents were going to help me out, I really did. They still haven’t and I’m starting to get worried. I’m living in a terrible hotel and I haven’t had a proper meal in a week. I’m tired and I haven’t really slept. It’s just been bad. All bad.” 

There was a bit of silence. They’d both stopped walking now, Tim was standing awfully still, not quite sure what to say since he’d never had the issue himself. Julie felt embarrassed, now that it was out in the open, she felt like she shouldn’t have said anything at all. Her face went warm, she was sure her cheeks were flushed as she heaved a sigh and stuffed her hands into her pockets and bit her lip. “Sorry, that was a bit much, what were you saying about the boat?”

Tim just blinked, he begun looking a little amused at her attempt to change the subject. “Text your parents.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Pardon?”

“You heard me, text your parents.”

She considered it. “Okay.”

Someway, somehow, almost an hour and a half later, they ended up at Tim’s apartment, a cat brushing past her legs almost immediately as they walked through the door. Tim pointed at the three cats, his keys in his mouth as he took off his jacket and shut the door. “That’s Peanut and Butter and Jelly.”

Her mouth fell open with a laugh. “Really?”

He hummed, squatting down to greet his cats, all of which were now around him, meowing, probably ready to be fed. He looked so calm and loving, something she’d never seen before, and for a split second, she saw the hood over his eyes falter. For a split second he didn’t look tired or as if he was somewhere else. “Peanut and Butter came together, one of my neighbours had kittens and didn’t know what to do with them,” he hummed. "Jelly was a rescue, I was afraid she wasn’t gonna take in well with the other two but they love her. She’s become the alpha of this apartment, it’s wonderful,” he laughed. Right as he said that, Jelly meowed at him, loudly and jumped onto the counter. “Yes, yes, hang on.”

Julie watched Tim as he got up to feed the cats, no longer drunk but somewhat quiet, like he was in deep thought or just extremely calm. There was no explaining it, the best she could do was look at his shoulders, there was no tension in the way he stood and the slouch he usually sported was now just a relaxed stance. He moved slowly but with care and his eyes, slightly glazed over from a yawn, blinked slowly in the dim light of the kitchen.

He sat on one of his massive leather couches, picking up a blanket and patting the space next to him. “You can stay here tonight, I doubt you know your way home,” he said quietly. Julie bit her lip. “I mean, if you want, if anything, I can get you a taxi,” he backtracked.

Julie shrugged. “I walked here.”

“You what?” He sat up. “From Brooklyn?”

“Yeah, I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and just sort of - made my way,” she sat beside him, an awkward space between them. “I actually passed a shop on the way here,” she grabbed her bag, pulling out a book that looked like it hadn’t been opened since the early 1900s. “They just sold cookbooks, vintage cookbooks. This one is called Twenty-four Little French Dinners and How to Cook and Serve Them. Not that I’ll be cooking any French dinners anytime soon, but I just thought it was really cool.”

Tim took the book from her. “We should cook a French dinner,” he blinked.

Her chuckle came to a halt when she turned to him and saw he wasn’t kidding. “I don’t actually know how to cook, I’ve been living off of digestives for the past week and baked beans out of a can for the past three years, I don’t wanna burn down your apartment,” she wouldn’t admit it but something about this idea excited her. She wasn’t used to it.

“Then we should definitely do it,” he seemed determined, something about this amused her. “Come on, don’t you think it could be fun?”

“I think we should make this decision sober,” she laughed. Tim got up and just stared at her. He reached out his hand for her to grab.

“I’m as sober as I’ll ever be, darling,” he winked. This surprised her, the sudden burst of bravery and the impulsiveness of his actions. She liked it, though, she still felt this was a bad idea, she took his hand and they made their way to the kitchen. “Now let’s see, which French dinner is best?”

It was now nearing five in the morning and their food was in the oven, Julie was still in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make dessert and Tim, covered in flour, walked over to Jelly who was sat in front of the TV, waiting for Tim to turn it on. He smiled, ready to comply. He flipped through the channels, trying to find some documentary or other about animals in the wild when a news story caught his eye.

His heart sunk into his chest, breath getting heavier through his gaping mouth. He could feel his eyes get wider and his spine curl. The news castor’s voice buzzed through his ears as he watched what he thought could never have happened again.

“Simon Masrani, most known as the son of Sanjay Masrani, founder of the Masrani Global Corporation has just announced his plans to fulfil the late John Hammond’s dream to create a ‘functioning dinosaur park’ that will be open to the public. John Hammond is best known for his failed and short-lived creation of ‘Jurassic Park’ in 1993. This park is set to open at the end of the year and Masrani assures the public of its complete safety and assures it will be ‘fun for the whole family’. Masrani worked with fellow high-ranking members of InGen, including Dr Henry Wu to ensure this park’s success -”

“Hey, Tim? How much is 280 degrees in Fahrenheit? I just need to put this thing in the oven and then we’re set,” when he didn’t reply, Julie looked up at him, confused. “Tim?” She looked over at the TV, he was frozen. Julie walked over to him, recalling his memoirs from his book and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped up, making Julie stumble back, shocked and she just watched him. “Are you okay?”

“I need you to leave,” he said quietly, avoiding her eyes. She tried to say something but he just held a hand up, shaky. “Please?” His voice cracked. “Just please leave,” he picked up her bag and handed it to her, motioning towards the door.

And with her heart in her throat, she hugged her bag and picked up her coat and walked out into the hallway.

Master List!

#dr tim murphy #Tim Murphy #tim murphy au #jurassic world #jurassic park #joe mazzello #joe mazzello au

[thewanderingknight]

Aside the Outlaws, Ch. 3

Life with your newfound family among the Van der Linde Gang is pretty rough and tumble, but your modest skill of riding sidesaddle could benefit the gang while infiltrating a wealthy Lemoyne estate.

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

The day of the con looms closer and closer. Your family helps you stay calm as you prepare to step over the threshold as a true outlaw. 

Arthur Morgan & Reader Warnings: too many kisses! Word Count: 2,497. A big boi.  Notes at the end!

A sticky slow morning kissed your eyes awake, warm sunlight making the tent canvas glow. Your chemise was damp with sweat. Arthur groaned next to you, “it’s too goddamn hot.” You hummed your agreement, voiced hardening as you stretched out, shoulders and hips popping.

Arthur guffawed, “what was that!”

You laughed and sat up, sprawling across his chest, head tilted up. “Oh, you know all too well, mister!” His chuckle rumbled your chest. “If I’m showin’ my age it only means I’m catchin’ up to you,” you muffled into his chin.

“Serves you right, fallin fer an old bastard,” he barked a laugh, and let it slide into a sigh.

“Hmm,” you considered him for a moment, dragging your nose over his cheekbone, “I fell alright. Handsome bastard swept me off my feet. Can you blame me?”

Arthur scoffed, peeked an eye open to gaze at you from under gauzy lashes, “For someone like you, he better’ve pulled out all the stops.”

Your smile widened at his jest; you cupped his cheek with your palm and continued your sleepy roving. “Oh, yes. He knew exactly what to do. Musta been his experience comin’ from old age,” you mused, making sure he saw you return an impish stare. He rolled his eyes closed again and groaned, tightening his arm looped over your waist.

“Only cos you deserve it, darlin’.”

“And so does he,” you whispered back, placing a deliberate peck straight on his lips. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t protest.

The growing warmth lent no rush to disturb the sheets that had been kicked off feet during the night. You continued your slow sweep across his face, peppering featherlight kisses. Nose, cheek, scar, forehead, brow, covered by your lips.

“You mind this at all?” You paused between gentle pecks. Arthur remained still, one hand resting on his stomach, the other limply hanging on your hip.

“Mm, no. ‘S’nice,” he mumbled.  A small smile lifted his lips; if he hadn’t responded, you might have assumed he was still asleep.

“Jus’ checkin’. Can’t help myself sometimes.” You shyly pressed your smile to the corner of his mouth. He opened both eyes to stare at you, and you tilted your head in return. He lifted his hand to bring your forehead to his, holding it for a moment before shifting his body.

“Alright, time to get dressed, sweetheart. I’m fixin’ to take you shootin’ today.”

“Why? I know how to shoot.”

“Will you just give yer old man some peace of mind an’ accompany him today?”

“Yes, sir,” you groaned as you rolled over him to climb out of the cot, whining into his neck. He gave your ass a playful slap. You squeaked and stumbled out of the cot. You reached back to grab hold of his hand, laughing, “let’s go, you handsome bastard. Up you get.”

After a cup or two of coffee, you sat with Dutch and Hosea, hunched over notes and maps of the Pilot Plantation, and your role in the repossession of bonds that belong to a one Amos Pilot.

You were to ride up on Godiva and enter the party, mingling and riding with the other guests. Trelawney was working on providing an invitation for you. Javier, Bill, John, and Sean would be slowly riding along the road that snaked just next to the property line, keeping an eye on the party. Arthur and Micah were to stay back in the treeline across the way, with a sniper rifle for a closer view, should any problems arise. When night fell, you were to sneak into the house, locate the bonds, and carry as much as you could, signaling to the boys to follow you in and help should you need it. You would be covered on all sides, and Mr. Pilot would be none the wiser, according to Hosea.

“There’s no need for you to carry a weapon,” Dutch had said, slowly reaching his arm around your shoulders and guiding you away from his tent, “If somethin’ should happen, and people see a lady of society with a gun in her hand, well, they’ll know she ain’t workin’ alone. It’s all to protect the camp. We don’t want more people lookin’ for us, even if they don’t know it’s us they’re lookin’ for. Understand?” He gently pushed you towards Arthur’s tent and started in the opposite direction before you could voice your concern.

You blinked down at Arthur, perched on the edge of the cot, oiling his revolver.

“You hear that?” your voice pinched, pointing with your thumb over your shoulder.

“I did,” he spoke camly, arranging his piece and sliding it into the holster. “‘Bout time we get some practice in. C’mon.”

“But, Arthur--”

“I know,” he turned on his heel, searched your eyes. “Let’s get on outta here for a bit. Okay?”

You sighed, hands on your hips. “I getchu, Arthur.”

“Atta girl,” he smiled, lifting your hat off the table and tossing it your way. You grab it and press it on your head, following Arthur to the horses.

Godiva and Arthur’s mare, Britomartis, were grazing on the other side of camp by the wagon. Godiva lifted her head at your approach, ears perked forward, and lazily stepped towards you and Arthur. Her silhouette almost looked unfamiliar in the late afternoon sun. The curved leaping pommel looked too bulky compared to your old McClelland, that was now horn-down at the foot of your cot. He reached out and gave her a sturdy pat on her neck, then handed you the reins. He went to fetch Brit as you tightened Godiva’s girth. Arthur led Brit over, then wordlessly knelt down to help lift you into the saddle.

“How’s it feelin’?” He asked as he walked around to tighten his own girth and swing into the saddle.

“Like I’ve been ridin’ like this all my life, if’n I’m being honest,” you replied, adjusting the reins. Your right leg no longer stiffened when bending Godiva through turns, and you were getting better at rollbacks. You idly wondered about riding like this after the heist was over as you smoothed your cotton skirt over your legs.

Arthur jerked his head and started for the trail. You weaved through Lemoyne with Arthur, letting the wind fill your ears as you rocked with Godiva’s swelling canter and stared at the fringes of the lake you could see from the road. Arthur’s whistle caught you, and you followed him off the trail and over a gentle knoll, stopping by a crop of young oak trees.

“What’s got you?” Arthur asked, walking around to Godiva’s side.

You stared back at the road, then turned to him, brow furrowed.

Why’s Dutch sayin’ I don’t have to carry a weapon? It’s not like they’d be checkin’ me for chissakes. This ain’t Saint Denis.”

Arthur sighed, resting a hand on your knee. “I’m sure he’s got his reasons…”

“Well I’d love fer him to share. Arthur, I told him I would carry one, when I volunteered for this. I don’t get it. I’ll still be safe, right? Don’t he care?”

“I do.”

“‘Course the Van Der Linde enforcer cares!” Arthur threw you a stare. “Oh, I know you do. But what about him? Them? How many times has Dutch said he’d walk into hell itself knowin’ you’re watchin’ over him? But it ain’t him at this party, Arthur. It doesn’t feel right. What if somethin’ happens? What if I can’t protect myself?”

“I always do my best to keep them safe. You know that.” Arthur lifted his arms to help you dismount Godiva. You lifted your right leg over the pommel and reached your hands down, pressing on his shoulders. He caught you round the waist and put you down. You lifted your hat and let it rest on the leaping pommel.

“Arthur-” you started, catching him in the eyes, arms still reaching held out for each other. “I hear how Dutch speaks to you, don’t think I don’t. I know how heavy it must feel, his guard dog affection for you,” he lowered his eyes. “I hope...I will try not to be a burden to protect. I won’t let you down.”

His eyes flicked back to you. “Darlin’,” he pulled you closer, weaving his fingers at the small of your back. The edge of his hat tapped your forehead. You lifted it off his head and held it behind his back, arms loosely hanging off his shoulders. “You will never be a burden, I can promise you that. I can’t see you lettin’ me down, neither. And Dutch, well, don’t you worry ‘bout him. Someone’s gotta look after these fools. But you? You’re my girl. I’ll always protect you.”

Your chest tigthened. You leaned closer. “Say that again?”

“My girl,” he rumbled, closing the spaces between your lips. His simple declaration had you yearning for more, pressing your face as close as you could. Arthur’s muffled chuckle had you pull away, looking down and breathing out a shy laugh.

“Let’s focus first, darlin,” he said, reaching into his saddle bag and presenting you with a sawed-off shotgun, stock-first. “Yer gonna practice with this. Can’t be too careful. An’ we’re not gonna tell Dutch about it. He don’t need to know.”

“He doesn’t?” You tilted the gun down, opening the barrel and checking the ammo.

“No.”

“He doesn’t need to know as in, he won’t know this is what I’ll be hidin’ under my skirt?”

“Yes.”

“Well okay, then.” you smiled at him, grasping the polished wood, feeling its weight in your hands.

*****

At dusk, the two of you made your way back to camp. Noise and motion stirred around the fire. Arthur offered to water and grain the horses, and led Godiva towards the lake. You gave her rump an affection pat as she walked away.

“She’s a real good mare, that one.”

You turned to see Kieran walking from the scout campfire. “Oh, thanks, Kieran. She’s definitely taken a shine to you. You’re good with her.”

He keened, “oh it ain’t nothin, miss. Here,” he handed you a small bottle. “I made this tincture for Godiva. Should keep her spirits up, day of the mission.”

“Thank you, Kieran! You didn’t have to do this, you do a lot for her as it is.” You walked towards the shore and settled on a large log, and he followed. Cain trotted over and settled next to you.

“As I say, it’s really not that much. I like bein’ with the horses.” He eyed you for a moment. “Say, Miss, where’d you learn to ride like that, anyway?”

You paused a moment, gave him a half-smile. “My pa. He raised cart horses when I was a little girl. Shires, Suffolks, you name it. Even carriage horses for the families in Saint Denis and up north. That’s how he met my mother, selling carriage horses to her family. They both taught me, really.” You paused. Cain sighed as Kieran sat up straighter. “Then, everything just... fell apart. I know it’s the same with most of these folk, but... you always feel yours. The barn caught fire and--” you wavered, “I weren’t too young to not understand. I remember it all. Remember all that was left when Godiva an’ me rode up and… we could smell…” You sniffed, steadying yourself. “My folks. All them horses. The damn dog and cats. Gone.” you gently thumbed Cain’s ear.

“My uncle took me in, but that didn’t last very long. He took to drinkin’, and one morning I walked into the barn and Godiva weren’t there. Said he sold her for a case of moonshine. I tracked her down, galloped her right outta that stable, fast as I could. Nearly trampled Hosea. That’s how I ended up here. Never looked back after that. Godiva’s more family to me that my own rotten uncle ever was...And all you asked me was how I learned to ride side saddle.” You breathed out a laugh and turned away, quickly swatting away threatening tears.

Kieran shifted a little in his seat, unsure, a smile falling on his face. “Does, does Arthur know?”

“Yeah, he does. All too well.” You sighed, not knowing how many times you’ve woken him up, startled awake by nightmares. “Anyway, you seem to have a gift with horses, Kieran. I admire that, like my Pa. It’s invaluable.

“Oh, it’s nothin’, Miss.”

“Stop sayin’ that. It ain’t.”

He paused for a moment. “You can tell a lot about a man in how he keeps his horse. A horse has gotta have a lotta trust in his rider, see? It’s all about trust, ‘bout taking care of one another. If you ride ‘em hard, that’s all he’s gonna think about every time you get on. But if you tend to him, he’ll push til he’s hobblin’ into the ground, just for you. It’s trust, and loyalty, and maybe a bit of faith, too.”

You laughed, “that sounds like Dutch.”

“I guess it all connects, ma’am,” he smiled. “Guess that’s why I put up with them all bullyin’ me. Callin’ me O’Driscoll. I just get this feelin’ that’s why Mister Arthur does it. They just need time to trust, like the horses do. At least, I hope.”

“I know that’s why Arthur does it,” you reassured him, “That man’s stubborn as a mule, but he means no harm.” “Really?”

“Oh, yeah. Trust me. Don’t tell him I told you, but he’ll always prefer to bark instead of bite,” you whispered.

“O’Driscoll!” Arthur’s voice boomed from the edge of camp. “You botherin’ my lady?”

“Speak of the devil!” You cried back, getting up from your spot on the log. “No, love, I was pesterin’ him,” you stopped in front of him and placed a hand on his chest. You spoke softly, “He’s taking care of Godiva, and she takes care of me. Be kind.” He rolled his eyes and sighed but squeezed your arm before you moved around him and back towards your tent.

You stood for a time, arms wrapped around yourself as you thought back on your past. But that’s all it was now. Just the past. You heard Arthur duck into the tent, and turned to him, wrapping your arms across his waist and pressing the side of your face into his warm chest. He pulled you in close, laying a heavy hand on your head.

“Hey,” he whispered. You lifted your head to his call. His eyes searched yours.

Of everything on your mind, the only thing you could speak clearly was, “It’s silly. I just like bein’ close to you, is all.” You smiled and pushed your face into his chest, lightly squeezing him in your arms before pulling away. “Okay. I’ll see to fetchin’ some dinner.”

“Darlin’--” He started, and you turned around halfway through the tent flap. “Don’t you be embarrassed by nothin’ with me, understand?”

Your eyes met his. “I do, Arthur.”

Notes: I tend to imagine a slightly *older* reader. Late 20s, but a bit younger than Arthur. 

This chapter is definitely an exercise in having a few pieces previously written, and then writing around them to make them fit, and I am too lazy/too in love with what I had already written to alter them, lol! 

Thank you for reading! 

#aside the outlaws #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader #rdr fanfic #rdr 2 fanfic #hold onto your butts!

[headoverhiddles]

Klowning Around (or The Big Klown Krossover) - Multiple Clowns x Reader

Synopsis: Your friend is visiting. You take her to the seaside fair at Santa Monica Pier, where you introduce her to Pennywise, your boyfriend. She meets Art, another interesting, if not a little dangerous, clown. On top of it, the huge orange big top that popped up tonight hadn’t always been there... had it? 

@chari-koopa I DID IT 

Notes: Basically an It/Terrifier/Killer Klowns crossover. With clownfucker undertones cause ummm dat me. ;) Warning-- slight gore in one of the gifs below the cut. PS. THIS IS VERY WEIRD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL

A white gloved hand slips into yours. Pennywise had been itching to go to the seaside fair for days, ever since they had opened it up for the summer season. It had been fairly good timing too, since your friend from out of the country was coming to visit.

“They’ll have popcorn, cotton candy, hot dogs, peanuts...” Penny’s busy listing off, and you laugh, digging through the closet.

“Of course they will, it’s a fair. Here, you’ll need to wear this—they’ll think you work there.” You toss him a black hoodie, and he glares at it like you’ve just tossed him the plague.

“What’s wrong with looking like I work there?” he asks, “I probably look more like a clown than any of those fakes do!”

“That’s because you are a clown,” you point out, putting on your own hoodie, “Or... kind of.”

“Eldritch demon spider, but I identify as a clown,” he shrugs. You sigh, looking at your boyfriend. He’s got orange puffs of hair sticking out all over his head, a frilly white clown suit with red pom poms... oh, well. He was probably right. As long as he didn’t do anything too crazy, the night might run smoothly.

“Fine,” you kiss him on the nose, “Wear what you want.”

“Agreed! Now get back here and give Pennywise a real kiss!”

“Only if you promise me something,” you smirk, sauntering over. He licks his red lips.

“What?”

“No. Eating.”

“B—”

“And you know what I mean. You can have popcorn. But I don’t want to hear about any murders while my friend’s in town.” He pouts.

“Fine. I’ll restrain myself. For you.”

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“Hey!” you grin, your friend running up to you. You both hug, and she checks out Pennywise.

“Hey. Penny, right? Nice costume!” Penny looks extremely proud of himself, and you all head over to get in line for the fun house. As you’re waiting, you find yourself staring at a large orange big top, with red stripes.

“Was that always there?” you ask.

“The big top?” Pennywise replies, “They might have set it up today.”

You shrug, and all of you enter the Clownzilla Funhouse. “These always freak me out,” your friend says, “I look gross in all these weird mirrors.”

“That’s the point. It’s supposed to be creepy,” you say, glancing at your ass that has spread three times too big in the funhouse glass. “Look at that shit.”

“I’d have fun sinking my teeth into that,” Penny growls into your ear, practically salivating at the sight of your funhouse-stretched ass, and you swat him.

“Save it for later.” He gives your ass a squeeze before you all head into the next room. The hallways twist in colourful patterns, the neon assaulting your eyes. The intended effect definitely reaches you—you’re overwhelmed by the circus organs and splatters of red, white and black paint all over the place.

Just then, you see something out of the corner of your eye. Turning, you catch a glimpse of another clown, crouching down. He’s got a black and white suit on, a long chin, and he’s holding something. Fear starts to rise inside of you, as the clown glares at you, dark eyes almost staring into your soul.

“You see him?” you whisper, and your friend turns as well. You swallow. “D-do you work here?”

The clown just shakes his head slowly.

Penny growls, getting a little territorial, but the other clown just stands up, kicking away whatever was on the floor behind him. His gloves are stained red, which worries you even more... but he suddenly breaks out into a large smile, walking toward you guys.

“Hi,” your friend says, and the clown takes out a flower, handing it to her. She blushes, and he holds up a finger excitedly. “You’re a mime?” she asks. He nods. He then drags his bloody finger up the mirror, writing his name. “Art?” He nods again. “Nice to meet you, Art.” He laughs silently, and shakes all of your hands, clapping.

He draws a little heart in blood on the mirror. You look at Penny in confusion, but Art seems to be taking a liking to your friend. She watches, enthralled by the charming clown, and Art points to her and him, then the heart. She giggles, and shrugs. “Well. I don’t see anyone else around willing to hold my hand tonight.” She lets him take it, and they walk beside you.

“I told you you’d understand the clown love one day,” you grin, and she rolls her eyes.

“He’s not Mr. Clown. He’s just Mr. Clown Now.” You both laugh at the corny joke, as you finally make it out of the maze.

“Say, Art,” you bring up to your new tall companion, “Not judging or anything—was that a body back there you were hiding?” Art pretends to scratch his head, thinking, then gives an exaggerated shrug. You snort. “You and my boyfriend’ll get along just fine.”

“As long as you don’t give any of those flowers to this one,” Penny clings to you, lifting you like a ragdoll, “You’re not half bad.”

You all get in line for the Snack Shack on the beach to grab some food before heading up on the Ferris Wheel. The night is a perfect one—starry sky, the waves on the beach gently lapping against the shore as the sounds of happy screams, clown laughter, and the mechanical whir of rides roar around you. The sickly sweet aroma of cotton candy fills your nose, and you lick your lips.

Your friend and Art share some popcorn, and you and Penny each get some cotton candy. You get pink, and he gets blue. Once you start eating though, you furrow your brows. “This... doesn’t taste right.”

“What do you mean?” your friend asks, and Art gives you a puzzled look too.

“It’s just...” you take another bite of the fluffy candy floss, “It’s good. But it’s strangely sweet. Overly sweet. Also sorta tastes like...” You make a face, and hand it over to Pennywise. “Here, you try this.”

He takes a bite, and instantly starts to salivate. His yellow eyes drift apart, and he becomes primal, drooling and eating the entire stick of cotton candy whole in one large bite.

“Oookay,” your friend says, and you start to worry. If Penny enjoyed human food that much, it had to be just that. Human food. Human food.

“Let me check something,” you say softly, and walk back over to the snack shack. Taking a few steps, you walk behind the shack, where they’re getting their floss from a large, pink supply hanging on a hook. You start to turn it around, only to be distracted by the sound of a tricycle coming down the boardwalk. There’s no one really around this side of the boardwalk right now, and just below it is the biker area, where they hang out.

“Where are you going?” your friend asks, and you head up the boardwalk, just in time to see something approach the bikers. From what you can see, it’s a small, green-haired clown. He gets off his little trike, and proudly shows it off to the gang.

“Mean bike you got there, Jojo!” one guy taunts, and the leader of the group walks over.

“Can I take a ride, pal?” Apprehensive and more than a little protective of his tiny bike, the little clown shakes his head.

“Mmm-mmm!”

“Awww... can I beep the horn?”

The clown looks delighted someone would ask. “Mmm-hmm!”

“Ohh! Thank you!” It’s obvious that the leader of the gang is mocking him. The short clown watches helplessly as the man picks up his clown bike, but before he can drop and smash it, a voice rings out.

“Hey! Leave him alone!”

Everyone turns to see you standing there, arms crossed, and the little clown’s eyes widen. You nod to him, prepared to stand up to the leader approaching you angrily.

“It’s your unlucky night, honey,” the guy says, but suddenly stops. He looks behind you, and almost starts to cry.

“RUN!” someone behind him shouts, and all of the bikers break off, riding off on their motorcycles. You don’t even have to turn around to know Pennywise is standing behind you with some horrifying, nightmarish trick he’s done to his face and/or body to scare them off.

The little clown runs over to you, parking his bike against the wall, and hugs you. You hug him back, and he starts explaining things fast in a language you can’t understand.

“Penny? A little help?”

Pennywise listens, then hums. “This one's not from here. He’s from a different galaxy, just like me, but a different planet-- one I'm not familiar with. He came here in... that orange big top, with his family and friends. They came to eat a few people... but in general, they just want to have a good time.”

“Oh,” you nod, “Killer clowns from outer space. Fun.” But you can’t deny that the little guy’s growing on you... and you had felt bad for him, getting picked on like that. You decide you can't leave him alone. “Wanna hang out with us, little dude?”

He looks back over his shoulder, and speaks again in his language. Pennywise interprets. “He says his mum and dad might get worried... what’s your name, little one?” The little clown places a hand over his heart, and Penny grins. “Little one's name is Shorty... mother's name is Fatso, father's name is Jumbo. He... also came with his uncle, Slim, and his two brothers, Rudy and Spiky. He also says—" Shorty starts jabbering fast, and Penny growls in his face. "Slow down, or I’ll eat you!"

"Hey," you hit your boyfriend, "Be nice. He's scared."

"He's scared?" your friend asks. Shorty breaks out boxing gloves, and bounces around. Penny just roars, frightening the little clown and sending him waddling back over to you.  

"Look you two, behave. What's he saying?"

"He’s... warning us that his brother Spiky is a troublemaker. Rudy is the nice brother.”

“And what about you?” you laugh, “Are you a troublemaker, or are you nice?”

Shorty makes a ‘both’ gesture, and smiling, you and your boyfriend take him back to where Art and your friend are—

“You’re making out with that?!” you blurt, crossing your arms. Your friend looks up, and Art grins, sticking his tongue out. Your friend blushes.

“He’s charming. What can I say?”

“Look who we found,” you say, and introduce Shorty, explaining what he is and where he’s from.

“Oh. Uh... think we just found his family.”

You all turn nervously, to find a family of mismatched, odd looking clowns making their way through the carousel. They’re huge, much bigger than Shorty. The biggest one’s got green hair like your little clown friend, assumedly Jumbo, the one holding that one’s hand has red hair and is wearing a pink and blue dress who seems to be Fatso, there’s one with spiky pink hair who you take to be Spiky, and one with floppy ears and red hair who answers to Rudy.

“Lovely family,” you try to compliment, and the clowns all close in on your group. You’re all backed against the wall beside the carousel, even Penny’s attempts to scare them off falling short, their ominous laughter echoing around you. Stopping them before they can kill you, Shorty goes bananas trying to excitedly explain you had helped him.

Fatso stops to listen, and pokes and prods Jumbo until he reluctantly listens too. By now, Spiky’s got your friend in a choke hold, Art trying (to no avail) to saw the bigger clown’s head off.

Rudy knocks Spiky on the head, and Spiky finally turns. Jumbo wags a finger at them all, explaining in their language that we saved Shorty. They all turn back, and wrap in for a big hug.

It’s the weirdest fucking hug you’ve ever felt, but dammit, it's cute.

“Now that introductions are over,” you clear your throat, “Wanna hit some rides?”

“Hell yeah,” your friend says, eating the last of the popcorn and taking your arm.

“That whole almost being murdered thing was... what word do you use?” Penny hisses, “Awkward.”

“Very,” you groan, "You were no help."

"What was I supposed to do against... those?!" Rudy trips over his feet behind you. Shorty laughs his ass off at his brother, and Fatso helps her son up. Just then, a tall, hot pink haired clown comes bounding over, carrying the cotton candy supply you'd seen from earlier. He takes a big bite out of it, and you see the blood all over his teeth-- your face twists up in disgust. Whatever's inside that cotton candy, you were eating it (or them) earlier.

"Slim! Slim!" Rudy introduces you, and the pink haired clown waves at you all, making a little dinosaur out of his gloves using shadows. Shorty claps, and you raise your eyebrows.

"What a family."

Both you girls and your fabulous clown entourage (clowntourage?) approach the ‘West Coaster’ roller coaster, lit up with blinking lights and funny neon faces.

“Sir...” one tiny teenage employee gulps, looking up at Jumbo, “I-I’m gonna need you to sit in the test seat before you ride.” His fellow employee’s knees are shaking together.

Jumbo looks at the one kid, over to the seat, then back to the kid, and picks up the test seat, tossing it up into the air and blasting his popcorn ray gun at it. The others then produce cream pies from out of nowhere, and pelt them at the poor guy, reducing him to a pool at your feet. The other teenager simply nods, and lets all of you in.

You and Pennywise sit in the front, Shorty squeezed between you two so he can see. Right behind you sits your friend and Art, still holding hands and still necking. He keeps giving her little gifts, and honks his horn whenever he kisses her. It’s strange, but what about dating a clown wasn’t strange, really? Behind them sit Rudy and Spiky, each punching each other and tugging at each others’ hair, Slim sitting in the middle to moderate (and doing a terrible job of it, laughing every time Spiky gets a good hit in). At the very back, Jumbo and Fatso hold hands.

The roller coaster starts to move, and Art reaches a hand out to take a group selfie as you all climb the hill. At the very top, Shorty covers his eyes, and the clowns behind you go wild.

Pennywise holds you tight, and everything is a blur, the circus lights around you spinning and blinking. It’s an amazing feeling—it’s like you’re high. This is the most fun you’d had in a while.

When the roller coaster comes to a stop, the clowns behind you are all chanting something—it sounds like again, again, again. They must not have stuff like this on their planet. You all stay on, having basically taken over the ride now, and just as you’re going down the first drop again, you hear a scream come from behind you that sounds far too distressed.

At the bottom, you feel like you’re in a haze. Glittering pink fog tinges your field of view. You and Pennywise turn around, to see Art holding his saw in one hand, and your friend’s head in the other. You sigh, and Art shrugs, miming crying. Pennywise looks at you.

“I knew something was off with that one.”

The Killer Klowns all seem to find this hilarious though, and play volleyball with the head as the roller coaster just keeps going around, and around. You scream, but Pennywise just snaps his fingers. You frown, as a pink mist around you dissipates.

“These Klowns give off pheromones that make you hallucinate,” Penny realizes, “It’s a characteristic of their species.”

“Fun,” you grimace, reaching back to make sure your friend’s head was securely on her shoulders. She looks at you weird, but you snatch Art’s saw away, just for safe measures.

“Let’s just try to enjoy tonight,” you sigh, and Penny’s white gloved hand slips into yours.

“A few more rides. Then popcorn. Pop, pop, pop,” he whispers in your ear.

“Best night at the fair ever,” you grin, and you two kiss, some of his red lipstick rubbing off onto you. Shorty wiggles his ears between you, putting his hands up, and Art honks his horn.

#gore tw #for the gifs #clowns #killer klowns from outer space #shorty #pennywise #pennywise the clown #pennywise the dancing clown #it #it movie #art #art the clown #terrifier #all hallows eve #pennywise x reader #art the clown x reader #clourophelia

[k-thequeen-writings]

Fandom Quest ch 12

                                           A Hela Big Pain In My Ass

The fight for Asgard grew more life-threatening by the second. Hela was in the palace fighting Thor, and Katy was helping Heimdall escort all the citizens down the rainbow bridge towards the Bifrost to help them escape, Hela’s undead armor chasing after them. Valkyrie and Bruce were flying above in the Grandmaster’s party ship from Sakkar, following Hela’s undead and oversized dog as it ran down the bridge towards the others. 

Valkyrie stopped shooting the space machine gun long enough to call to Bruce who was flying the ship. “This stupid dog won’t die!”

Banner hesitated, looking back at her while she spoke then back to steering, deciding if he should use the Hulk or not, worried he’d lose control like last time. Finally coming to a conclusion. 

In the meantime, Heimdall threw his cape off from his shoulders and stood his ground with his sword in hand, preparing to fight the dog. An arm was suddenly in front of him, keeping him back. When he looked over, Katy was the person it belonged to, causing a confused look to take over his face. “Iro?” 

“Don’t worry about the dog, Heimdall.” Her eyes were fixated on the bridge in front of her, watching the dog run closer and closer. Any second now...

Bruce stood from his seat at the controls and walked over to Valkyrie. “Everything’s gonna be alright now. I got this.” Valkyrie gave him a confused look, looking to the bridge then back to Bruce as he continued. “You wanted to know who I am?” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“You’ll see!” he replied, jumping out of the ship and down to the bridge. 

After a couple of seconds of Katy holding Heimdall back, Bruce hit the bridge like a pancake being flipped in a pan. The large dog stopped and sniffed at the form. A disappointed look on appeared on Katy’s face, but she held her ground, keeping her arm in front of Heimdall. 

“Now?” he sounded worried, shifting his feet to get a better grip on the bridge. 

“No,” Katy replied, voice stern as the citizens cried in fear. 

The dog got closer, preparing to bite down on them before he suddenly stopped and was drug backward, nails scratching on the bridge and tearing pieces off of it. He was then swung around to the other side and dropped. He staggered back to his paws, looking over his shoulder at just what threw him. 

Now standing big and green as the Hulk, Bruce roared in challenge. Valkyrie was now completely and shocked about what was happening, shaking her head at the situation. The dog growled back, charging Bruce. With his Hulk strength, he braced for the impact as the dog’s jaws clamped down on his shoulder and dragged him across the bridge before Bruce flipped himself and the dog over the ledge and into the water.

“Ya know -” Katy chuckled, crossing her arms as she turned to look at Heimdall, “-  what I don’t get, is why you were prepared to fight the dog when you can see the future and knew that was going to happen.” 

The man opened his mouth to speak. It was stuck like that for a moment before he closed it. “I thought I had an answer to that, but I don’t.” 

Katy chuckled yet again. Turning around she noticed the undead fighting the civilians. She slapped Heimdall’s shoulder to gain his attention. “Time to hero up, Heim,” the woman smirked, pulling her own sword out of its sheath. 

Heimdall also prepared to fight, glancing over at her as she spoke. ‘Why does this woman speak when I can’t understand her?’ he thought, shaking his head to make himself focus on the task at hand. 

The two charged forward, slashing away at the dead army. While fighting the undead, one cut the man’s leg, making him fall to his knees and he swung his sword around his head, cutting two in the abdomen, killing both, even though they were already dead. One he had missed, and as it brought it’s sword down to strike a finishing blow on Heimdall, it was shot through the chest, revealing two figures standing behind it. 

The man-made of rocks rested his blaster over his shoulder, walking up to Heimdall who laid on the ground, moving his arms out of the defensive position they were in so he could see the person in front of him.

“Hey, Man-” Korg began, “- I’m Korg, This is Miek. We’re gonna jump on that spaceship and get out of here. Wanna come?” As if on cue, the sound of spaceship engines rang out through the air. Heimdall looked over his shoulder and at the fog in the direction of where the sound was coming from. 

At that moment, Katy sliced down another enemy and kicked another off the side of the bridge, huffing a laugh as a small smile spread across her face. Memories of the day in New York when she got her scar flashing through her head. The roaring engines gained her attention and she spared a glance toward the fog. All the civilians looked to where the sound was coming from as well, Korg and Miek holding off the undead for the time being. 

Through the fog, coming closer to the bridge, a figure of a person was slowly revealed. First, the golden horns of their helmet, then slowly the rest of their body, revealing them to be holding their arms out on a heroic pose. “Your savior is here!” The ship got closer and the fog finally cleared to reveal the large vessel. 

Katy crossed her arms and her smile widened at the God of Mischief’s words, a strange feeling in her stomach in anticipation of talking to the god. She herded the crowd closer to the ship and urged them aboard.

“Did you miss me?” Loki asked, prancing off the ship and into the crowd of people. “Everyone, on that ship now!” he ordered, gesturing for everyone to go to the platform of the ship he had just stepped off of. 

Loki then strode towards Heimdall and Katy, instantly stopping when he saw Katy. “Iro? What are you doing here?” he asked, giving her a once over before settling on her face, the scar he left on her slighting distracting him. 

She shrugged and folded her arms over her chest, if only to give some movement to her body.“Your brother called me to come help.” 

“How?” He was confused by the answer. Thor didn’t have a phone, did he? Loki wasn’t sure his brother knew how to use one in the first place.

“He prayed, Loki. I’m a god as well, I hear prayers addressed to me.” Katy chuckled half-heartedly, sending him a grin. She frowned and waved her hand. “Stop staring, I’ve grown to like it, no hard feelings.” 

Rose snuck onto his cheeks as he coughed, a bit embarrassed by having been caught. To hide his expression, he turned to Heimdall with his usual smirk. 

“Welcome home,” Heimdall greeted. “I saw you coming.” 

“Of course you did,” Loki replied before the group stood their ground, prepared to fight the horde. 

The fighting continued, and Thor had just come rumbling onto the bridge. Katy couldn’t help but smile and let Immigrant Song play in her head, it was too much of a historic moment in her mind. He fought, and fireworks came from the party ship as Valkyrie presented her grand entrance into the fight, a smirk on her face as she strode down the bridge. The display of pops of colors drew the undead’s attention and they raced in her direction.

Stab, duck, parry, jab, swing, block. It continued like that for a while and eventually, both brothers, huffing and puffing from the fighting, found each other. Katy finishing off her own enemies before joining them in the conversation. 

“You’re late,” Thor quipped.

“You’re missing an eye,” Loki drawled, glancing to Katy as she walked over. “And why bring her?” 

Katy kicked down her last enemy, a sigh of relief escaping her lungs as she looked over to the brothers. Something was off. The two seemed to be standing in different places, and Hela seemed to be closer. Her eyes widened and time seemed slowed down as she looked to Hela, seeing one of her daggers zooming through the air, headed straight towards Loki. 

Before Thor had an opportunity to respond, He heard Katy yell Loki’s name and suddenly she had tackled him to the ground, the two flipping a couple of times down the bridge before slowing to a stop with Katy on top. “What the hell?” he mumbled, looking over to Hela, and not noticing anything. 

When the pair stopped, they were both breathing heavy, Katy looking Loki over for any wounds. “Are you alright?” she asked in a worried tone, feeling his chest and torso for any wounds, sighing a bit when she didn’t feel any. 

“I’m fine. What was that about? Nothing happened,” he responded before realizing he felt something warm and wet soaking through his clothing. “Iro?” he asked, narrowing his eyes a bit. 

“Aw shit,” she hissed, holding herself up with one hand on Loki’s chest. Loki sat back and pulled her up with him before he used his free hand to pull the blade out. Katy groaned in the process and holding her hand over the wound in her chest, even though it wasn’t going to do anything for the entry point on the back.

Loki grimaced and quickly shifted to lay her down on the bridge, ripping a piece of his cape off and applying pressure to the wound. “Why in the nine realms did you jump in front of me?” he asked, frantically trying to come up with a solution to save her. “Heimdall!” he called. “Heimdall! Help me, please! Someone!” 

She groaned from the pain, coughing a little and causing blood to fall down the side of her mouth. “Because I… I couldn’t let you die, Loki,” she whispered, taking his hand into hers. She began to feel cold and tired, struggling to keep her eyes opened. 

Heimdall had rushed out of the spaceship when he was called, sighing a little from the scene happening in front of him. He had seen it, and knew exactly what was going to happen. So he stood by and waited, rolling his eyes at Katy’s actions. 

In essence, the goddess was faking it. The wound was real as ever, but both he and Katy knew it could be healed semi-easily. The woman was just taking the chance to prank Loki, the God of Mischief. If anyone was able to pull it off her knew it was her.

“Why, though?” Loki asked, squeezing her hand tightly as he stared at her eyes, praying that they wouldn’t close. 

“Because…’cause you’re too… important to... us.” A tear fell from her eye as she gave him a small smile and closed her eyes. Heimdall almost quirked a smile at the theatrics.

“Katy! Don’t close your eyes,” he was panicking now, gently hitting her face to try and make her wake up. 

Heimdall stepped forward and knelt down. “Loki, let me take her. You need to help your brother with the fight.” He looked up to Thor and Valkyrie who were currently fighting Hela. 

Loki also looked back to his brother and nodding before standing and looking to Heimdall. “Try to save her.” He then ran off to help Thor finish their crazed sister. 

Heimdall looked down at the woman in his arms. “That was mean.”

“Shut up, I’m hilarious,” she pouted, not opening her eyes. “But I need a nap to heal this.”

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“Mother? Where are we going?” A young girl, around twelve, asked as she followed close behind her mom to some mysterious place in the forest for others like her. 

“I place for demigods to train in safety. Don’t worry, you already know one person there.” Katy smiled back at her daughter, holding her dress up whenever she stepped over something so it wouldn’t get caught. 

Also following them, was Loki. Since this was a scene was all inside Katy’s head, the girl currently dreaming about a memory, Loki wouldn’t be seen as he intruded on her privacy. “She has a daughter?” he mumbled to himself, keeping a good distance just in case. “She looks so different compared to now.” 

Alkestis’ eyes lit up with her mother’s words, a small smile spreading across her face as she skipped closer to her mom. “Who do I know?” 

“Perseus! He’s here too.” Before Alkestis could cheer with joy about being around her crush, they were greeted at the gates of the camp by Perseus himself. “Hello, Percy.” Katy smiled. 

“Hello, Goddess Iro. Hello, Alkestis.” The boy smirked at the two girls, leading them inside the camp. 

“Perseus? How long do we actually stay here?” Alkestis asked, trotting up next to him so they could talk, Katy further in the back. 

“Until you’re able to go on quests without any assistance. Don’t worry, I have requested that I be your partner in training.” He smirked yet again, elbowing her slightly. 

The conversation between the two continued while Perseus gave the tour. Every now and then, Katy would get the feeling that someone was watching her, other than all the other demigods in the camp. Although, when she looked around, no one was to be found, even when Loki was standing right next to her. She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head once more.

The three then ended back right where they had started, the gate of the camp. “Good luck, Alkestis. Please be safe,” Katy smiled, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug. 

“You’ll be watching me, right?” 

“When I can, my child. I promise. If you need me, just pray to me.” 

Alkestis smiled, nodding as a response, and then he frowned. “I am a little worried, though. About what kind of person I will become with this camp,” she whispered, still held in her mother’s arms. When she finished speaking, the two pulled away, Katy cupping her face. 

“Remember what I taught you?” Katy asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for a response. 

The two spoke in unison, each smiling more as they continued to talk. “It is not in the stars that hold our destiny, but in ourselves.” 

“I doubt I can forget that, mother,” Alkestis chuckled, letting their foreheads touch. 

The woman nodded. “Good. Now stay strong, and live well. I’m being called,” Katy responded, ruffling her daughter's hair before disappearing and the whole scene going dark for a moment. 

Loki was a bit confused and also worried that she might have died, but when thunder sounded above him and the sound of rain hitting the ocean and rocks made him relax, a new scene playing through Katy’s head. 

A few years had passed and Alkestis and Perseus had now grown to eighteen and were planning on getting married, something Katy and Alkestis were both thrilled about. Recently, the two had gone on a quest that required them to travel by sea, but it hasn’t gone well. The rain continued to wash the blood off of Katy and Alkestis. The goddess’ dress was soaked with rain and blood, blood from her daughter who was being held in her arms. 

“Alkestis! Don’t close your eyes, my child. You are going to be just fine, I promise,” Katy’s voice was frantic and shaky as she placed her hands over her daughter's wounds, using a spell to try and heal her. 

“Mother… no,” Alkestis whispered, holding onto her mother’s hands. “Do you remember… remember what you had said at camp? That I make my destiny?” 

Katy dropped her head, a bolt of lightning flashing above head as she got that same feeling from years ago, but this time she knew what it was. 

“How dare you!” She snarled, her voice deeper than usual. Katy stood to her feet, turned on her heels and rushed forward towards where Loki was standing. Without hesitating, she threw a punch at Loki.

The change in scenery from a ship on the sea to a ship in space violently jarred her mind but she focused on the object of her anger.

Loki stumbled back in shock, ignoring the punch in favor of staring at her. “Katy! You’re alri-” 

“Shut up, Loki!” she yelled, quickly standing from her bed and pushing him against the wall, pinning him with her forearm to his throat. 

Her cheeks were wet from tears, and she looked how she did in the dream. She was a bit shorter, slightly thicker, her hair was a darker blonde and much shorter. It now rested on her upper back, above her bra line, as opposed to her lighter blonde hair down to her tailbone. And lastly, her eyes were more of an ocean blue, instead of the Caribbean green. 

The sudden awakening stripped Katy of the illusion she had placed upon herself all those years ago when she first met Chuck.

“My memories are not something for you to invade! Those are private!” 

“I’m sorry-” he was cut off once more, the girl groaning in frustration as she barged out of the room to some sort of space viewing area to calm herself. 

About twenty minutes after, Loki had also walked out, the room quiet other than the sound of his footsteps as he walked in, sitting down next to her and also looking out at the view. “May I ask...” he hesitated, to finish, looking over to Katy. She looked calmer now, but lost in thought. “May I ask how she died?” 

Katy glanced at him through his reflection in the glass window but didn’t bother turning around. She could see that he was focused on her. “Perseus betrayed her. Took orders from his father to kill her while they were out at sea. Really all he did was cut her and throw her in the water to let the sharks finish her. Which is what happened.” 

“It must have been hard on you and your husband,” he commented, jumping a little when Katy quickly stood from her spot, looking down at him. Loki fidgeted under her stare.

“What I’m about to say will sound strange, but I need you to take me seriously.” She stood straight, crossing her arms. All Loki did was furrow his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “I know you have the cube and I don’t care. All I care about is stopping your death.” 

That caught his attention. He also stood abruptly, noting how he was much closer than he thought to the woman. “How did you know I have it?” he whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear. 

“Because I know things.” 

“Why do you want to stop my death? How do you even know I’m going to die? How am I going to die?” he questioned, speaking a bit faster with each question. 

Katy took a breath, breathing in his sent, which happened to be amazing. After clearing her throat, she held up one finger. “Because… because I - we care about you. We all do and you don’t deserve to die.” She held up a second finger, “I know things.” A third and final finger was held up. “Thanos will snap your neck. You’re going to die protecting Thor. It’s a brutal death, and isn’t one I would like to see again.” 

“Again?” 

“Whatever! Yes!” she snapped, taking a breath and looking up at him. Damn, he’s tall.

“Why should I take you seriously? Give me one good reason. After all the things I’ve done,” he scoffed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. 

“Because...” She was quiet for a moment, trying to think of an answer. Then she smiled. “It’s not in the stars that hold our destiny.”

He instantly looked back to her when she started to say the quote, a small grin appearing on his face. “But in ourselves,” he finished the line, Katy returning the smile. “Fine. I’ll go with you. Although, what’s going to happen to Thanos?” 

“I have a plan for him later. For now, I need you to make an illusion of yourself that he can grab and kill, and give it the real Tesseract.” 

“What?” he exclaimed, eyes wide as he chuckled and shook his head. “You’re insane! Why would we hand him the Stone?” 

“Because that’s how it needs to happen. He can’t know that you’re still alive. If the stone was fake, he would know and would come looking for you.” Loki groaned in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose before finally giving in. 

Once everything was set in place, Katy teleported the both of them to her new home in Othos, landing in the living room. When they landed, she groaned in pain and lost her balance, knocking things off of a display which caused them to break. Before she could cause more damage, Loki helped her catch her berings again. “You’re still healing. You should rest, Katy.” 

Katy shook her head in an effort to rid herself of the dizzy spell. It only made it worse. “No. I don’t have time for that. I have to-” she collapsed into Loki’s grasp as she passed out again. 

Finally healed, she woke up hours later in bed and searched around the house for Loki, finding him in the living room, reading a book about Shakespeare. “Loki?” she questioned. For a moment, she thought he was his actor, but it was her mind playing tricks. Or so she assumed anyway. She did lose a lot of blood playing her little trick. “I have a meeting to go to in preparation for this war. I need you to come as well.” 

He didn’t look up from the book. “Well good morning to you too. Yes, I’m fine. You’re welcome for placing you in bed, it wasn’t a problem at all.” He spoke in a mocking tone, making her chuckle in response as she walked to the front door, grabbing her keys. 

“My apologies. We really need to go, Loki.” 

As they pulled up to the castle, Katy cast an illusion on herself, making her look the same as during the fight with Hela: longer and brighter hair, Caribbean green eyes, skinnier, a bit taller, and clear skin free of every scar except for the one on her eye. Loki raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on her actions. It wasn’t his business.

At the meeting, Kate and Sam were skeptical about Loki, pretty much keeping their eyes on him the whole time and only turning away when Katy would glare. After the hours at a table, Loki and Katy got back in the car and headed towards her base. As they drove, Katy let down the illusion again as she spoke. 

“I apologize for the royals. They know the stories about you so they’re worried. But they kinda had to trust you since I was the one who brought you here.” She chuckled awkwardly, rubbing her neck a bit as she explained their actions. 

Loki nodded. “I don’t blame them.” He turned to look out the window but his thoughts didn’t stray from her. Twice now he’d seen her change faces like he often did. It made him wonder who was the real persona.

Once they got to the base and Katy stepped out of the car, Loki following suit, she put the illusion back up again. She needed to conserve her energy for the fight as much as she could, but also didn’t want anyone to see her true looks. It was almost a weak point for her.

Each person they walked by greeted her as she walked down the halls to Kyoya’s lab, her heels clicking with each step. “Kyoya, my boy!” she exclaimed, hearing a quiet ‘oh god’ from said man as she walked in. Trotting up to him, she draped her arm across his shoulders, her joyful face changing to serious. “How’s that big one comin’?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s coming, ma’am. I’ll have it done next week,” he gave a smile and straightened his back, proud of his progress. 

Katy nodded, patting his shoulder as she did so. “Good, good. It’s critical that it’s done by tomorrow. Including testing,” she stated, giving him another grin. “I have other things I need to attend to, so I’ll see you later!” She waved, walking back towards the doors, which was where Loki stood. 

“But ma’am! This is much bigger than the other one!” he protested.

Katy stopped in her tracks, took a breath, and spun on her heels. “Wanna say that again?” her tone was darker, which honestly kind of surprised Loki. She didn’t seem to be the aggressive type usually, so this must have been important. Kyoya only shook his head response, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact with her. “Good! I’ll see you later.” With that, she was gone again, Loki following her still. 

“Where to?” 

“There’s a training ground I use. I need your help, and Kate’s, with my training,” she explained, the two getting back in the car, her illusion dropping yet again as she drove. For a while, they drove through the forest on a dirt path. Finally they came to a stop, but it didn’t seem to be their location. 

They stepped out and Katy began leading him down the smaller path. It was likely used for hiking, but he assumed only she came out here often enough to make the path. She did have teleportation at her disposal. 

Earlier, during the drive, Loki had finally connected all the dots when it came to Katy’s illusions and actions from earlier. It gave his stomach a weird feeling. “Well, Katy,” Loki began, getting the girls attention, the two’s speed matched. “I’m pleased to know you trust me enough to show your true self.” 

Katy chuckled and raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “What do you mean?” 

“Your true self is vulnerable and I see it. You hide yourself from outside contact and yet not from me.” A grin crept onto his face as he spoke, looking her up and down as the two stopped walking. 

She now laughed, shaking her head. “Loki, I don’t know what you mean by ‘vulnerable’. Care to elaborate?” Katy placed her hands in her pockets and stopped walking, waiting for him to continue. 

He groaned, a bit frustrated that she wasn’t getting it. “By Odin’s beard, Katy!” He shook his head, looking her in the eyes after. “You feel vulnerable without the illusion, you aren’t on guard when you don’t have it. Which means that you trust me, are comfortable with me, and feel safe around me. I’m also assuming you hold other feelings toward me as well,” Loki explained, crossing his arms once he was done talking. 

Katy’s grin faded as he spoke. She looked down at her feet to hide her blush, hoping he didn’t spot it. “Well… maybe. I never thought of that.” She was lying with that statement and he knew it. Before Loki could continue, she had pointed behind him to some vines hanging from a branch, hiding another walkway. “We need to go that way, to the waterfall.” Katy walked past him to go in the direction she was gesturing to. 

“Don’t change the subject. Do you, or do you not feel safe with me around?” he asked, gently grabbing her wrist to keep her from walking any further. 

The blush instantly came to her cheeks again as she whirled around to look at him, baffled by his actions. So much so that it took her a moment to wrap her head around the question, although she was mainly lost in his eyes. 

“Okay! Yes, I do. Satisfied yet?” she huffed, pulling her arm away and taking a breath before continuing the walk. 

Her response had surprised Loki. He hadn’t actually expected a confirmation from her, given his reputation. He had answered the mystery as to why she would drop the illusion around him, but why did she feel safe with him? Why would she let her guard down? He still hadn’t figured out the other feelings she was hiding. The woman intrigued him on a level he’d never known. She was… strange. And he wanted to figure her out.

“For now,” he finally answered. 

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Katy and Loki, sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes death, then comes tears, then comes some spoilers that I won’t tell you! 

~ K-The-Queen

Wow. I work with such a mature person.

~ Minecraftian1213

YOU’RE ONE TO TALK, BISH!

~ K

You’re older than me by a few months. Look what kind of example you’re setting for me.

~ M

A damn good one!

~ K

Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.

~ M

#fandom quest #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #thor ragnorak #loki #OC

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bakugou/uraraka: nsfw 1, 5, 8, 11& sfw 5 ,11, 13 AND bakutodo with nsfw: 2, 4, 7 & sfw 1, 2 , 4 and 5

:D

Bakugou x Uraraka

NSFW:

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

The regular amount of sex an average couple has! Maybe a little more than that because I love seeing Bakugou being a huuuuge slut having a healthy libido. He’s usually the one to initiate such adult activities (not that Uraraka minds). He’s the “grab your ass/boob in public” type of guy. Uraraka does the same grap shit to him too so their both horn dogs in their own right. She more of the teasing type that doesn’t end in sex while Bakugou is the type to tease to tell you that he’s down to pound.

5. Favourite positions?

Any position that has Uraraka’s butt as the star (She has a darling derriere. AKA she has an ass that just won’t quit. Bakugou appreciates it).

8. Favourite erogenous zones?

The back of Bakugou’s neck! Uraraka loves biting in that area and seeing his reactions (he makes the cutest noises when she does, cute whiny moaning and such, but completely denies making them after). Uraraka herself has very sensitive nipples and Bakugou loves playing with them any chance he gets (a teasing grope there, a playful nibble here).

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Going back to the neck thing, the height of “romance” for these two is Uraraka leaving bite marks on Bakugou’s neck for all to see. Bakugou is HERS after all, everyone needs to know this. She feels proud making him show them off. Bakugou gets all flustered having them on display and denies any accusations about them (but at the same time he finds showing them off kind of hot? Having Uraraka be the dominant one in the relationship turns him on, so he doesn’t really mind that much, not really). 

With Bakugou he’s the body worship type, he loves whispering sweet nothings about Uraraka’s body. Her chest, her legs, her everything. He likes making her feel good AND feel flustered (and by sweet nothings I mean like rough compliments that always have the word “fuck” somewhere in them, their sweet by Bakugou standards okay).

SFW:

5. Who buys the groceries?

Both, I feel like they are both responsible enough buy all the necessary food stuff they need (Although when Uraraka goes shopping she buys extra sweets, when Bakugou does he buys extra spicy snacks).

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Both take showers mostly, and mostly apart from each other. When they do take showers together it 9 times outta 10 ends in them having shower sex. Uraraka on occasion takes bubble baths during her Me Time™. Bubble baths with scented candles and wine, all for her. Like one classy bitch. She deserves it.

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Bakugou’s internal clock makes him tired at 8pm/9pm so he’s usually asleep by then. He could stay up later than that but then he gets grumpy the next day (….grumpier than usual). His eternal clock also makes him wake up early no matter how late he went to bed, it’s awful. If that’s the case Uraraka makes him take a nap with her during the day. Bakugou protests but eventually he’s out like a light, cuddling his girlfriend. Uraraka goes to bed when she wants and wakes up whenever she wants. If she sleeps in too late Bakugou (lovingly) shoves her off the bed. It’s for her own good he says.

(Side note: They both sleep shift like crazy in their sleep. Uraraka especially, she’s the type of girl to sleep one way and then wake up with one foot in Bakugou’s face and her arm hanging off the bed. Bakugou is not as bad but he tends to try to get as close as possible to the closest heat source, even when sleeping in bed. He’s woken up many times with his head between Uraraka’s chest.)

Bakugou x Todoroki

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2. Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Bakugou initiates because of course he does. Todoroki brings the ideas because most the ideas he has are pretty far out there and kinky, they aren’t stuff that you casually start doing without mentioning them. He’s smart enough to suggest his weird kinky shit when Bakugou is horny enough not to care or question.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

Ferris wheel. They were arguing about the validity of funnel cake and the next thing you know Todoroki’s tongue is in Bakugou’s mouth. Shit happens!

7. Genital headcanons?

bakugou has a BIG FAT KNOT IDK! In a general, normal setting I can’t think of anything special that their dicks would have? I’m not a dick expert unfortunately. They both have around the same dick size (although Bakugou would argue that his is bigger). Bakugou’s dick does have more girth.

SFW:

1. Who cooks?

Bakugou. Todoroki doesn’t cook, he would order takeout everyday if given the chance.

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Both are pretty clean, although Bakugou would probably leave a mess during one of his rage fits, so that automatically makes Todoroki slightly cleaner.

4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Bakugou TRIES to fix it, he comments that spending money for someone to fix it is just a waste of time and cash and says that HE can easily do it. The leak ends up getting worse and the situation ends with Bakugou screaming at a pipe. Todoroki calls a professional.

5. Who buys the groceries?

Bakugou with Todoroki’s card (Endeavor’s card)

#asks #ask meme #🍋 #kushina-uzumakis