#but the first time they go a bit easier on him

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Wet & Wild II

pairing: art donaldson x reader

synopsis: in which you, a swimmer, and art, a tennis champ, change each other's lives for the better when you challenge his match-like stance on life

warnings: SMUT, porn with a plot, sexually explicit language, cursing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, nipple play, locker room sex, swimmer lingo

word count: 5.5k

part 1

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a/n: sorry if the tags aren’t working, I tried to include everyone that wanted it. lmk if you have questions on anything. hope you enjoy!!

A week has passed since the last time you’d seen Art and you try to rid any thoughts of him from your mind as you enter the women’s locker room, the day so early that the sun has only just risen. You’d only spent a few hours with him, but he feels more important to you than a mere acquaintance, especially considering you’d let him have more of you than most people would ever get to. You try to tell yourself it won’t matter if he shows or not, but deep down you know that it will. Regardless, overthinking won’t help you in the water so you shove it down as you steadily pull on your tech suit, careful not to rip the delicate fabric. Your headphones are currently blaring your hype playlist in your ear, but you slide them off once you notice movement to your left as Chloe opens her own locker.

“You ready?” she asks you, pulling out her own racing suit from the depths of her swim bag.

“Not really,” you admit, giving up on stretching your tight suit to your full body frame for the time being as you opt for a tie-back bikini top instead. Your shoulders are ever so grateful. “I’m so nervous.”

“Why? Because of your race or your little tennis boyfriend?” she teases, lips quirking into a classic Chloe smirk. As your best friend, she was the first and only person you told about your interaction with Art at the party and, of course, she had been teasing you about it since. While during practice it was amusing, you are not in the mood for jokes right before a race, especially one of such importance.

You furrow a brow, shaking your head to signal that it’s not the time for such jests concerning the blonde. As the good friend that she is, Chloe immediately understands as she moves to help tie your suit straps, a simple task that you are unexpectedly failing at due to the pressure of the meet ahead of you.

“You’re going to do great,” Chloe comforts, placing an assuring hand on your shoulder once she’s finished with your straps. “I’m sure of it.”

“What if I don’t break the record?”

“Who cares? You can try again next time. If that’s the worst that can happen, you don’t have anything to be nervous about,” she smiles in assurance. “Besides that record is as good as yours -” she makes a gesture to your tech suit that has the most magical of time bending abilities if wielded by the right swimmer. “You’ve worked so hard for this. Nothing can stop you now.”

“Thanks Clo.” you grin at her appreciatively, and though your nerves don’t settle in the slightest, you feel more comfortable living in cohabitation with them now. They’re so much easier to manage when you’re not alone.

It’s only minutes before the rest of your team has arrived and you have hours before your event is scheduled to take place, yet it only feels like seconds before you’re being seated in the waiting room amongst your competitors, tech suit finally fully on. Rousing music plays through your headphones though you are sure to skip any songs that seem even the slightest bit romantic. You try to slip into the right headspace, the line between confident and cocky that has always aided you in not panicking just before you step up to the blocks in the past. You try to find it, using any method at your fingertips, but it’s no use. You can’t seem to find it no matter how hard you try and suddenly it feels as if the weight of the world is crashing down on you when the door opens and your event is called. You stand with the other women and together you line up behind the blocks.

The sun shines much higher up in the sky than it had been when you dove in during warm ups, blaring down to reflect off the red of your cap that bears the Stanford logo in white along with your last name. You take your rightful place behind the starting block of the middle lane, and though you already wrote your heat and lane in black sharpie on your forearm just to be sure, you can’t help but worry that you’ve already missed your race.

It’s only when the head announcer calls your event on the loudspeaker that you stop dwelling on it, her voice echoing through the stands that seem so much taller now that you're in the center with so much pressure resting solely on you. You rake though the rafters to your left, hoping to be comforted by the sight of Chloe or one of your other teammates until you realize that they are more than likely preparing for their own events in the warm up pool.

It's then, just when the swirling hurricane of emotions is hurtling toward you, that you see him. He’s seated in the first row, blonde curls circling his head like a golden crown and a wide smile lighting up his face when he sees that you’ve finally spotted him, one that you can’t help returning as he mouths sweet wishes of luck to you.

Art came. He actually came!

The storm subsides and all of a sudden you’ve lost all your inhibitions. Instead of buzzing anxiety, you are filled with a new light and the confidence of a record breaker. It’s all so clear with Art in the stands and as his presence wafts away your storm of worries, you come to the realization that you can do it. You know you can.

The whistle of an official blares through the speaker and on cue you slide on your goggles and mount the block. You’re really starting to feel the compression of your suit as you bend into your diving position, waiting for the magic words. The signal that it’s time to race and leave everything you have in the pool as you go.

“Swimmers, take your marks…” 

You take one last breath before the sound blares and you dive off the block. It all comes naturally to you and with the help of your suit, you find yourself breaking out farther than ever before.

You only have a few strokes until you’re at the end of the pool when out of nowhere, the girl in the lane beside you starts to catch up to you until the two of you are neck and neck and it doesn’t escape your attention when she flips a split second before you’re able to.

You know it’s not about winning, you told Art that, but it’s as if a fire has been lit behind you and you’re suddenly determined to go for the gold. You push yourself harder than you ever have before and though you're not sure where the energy has come from, you know it’s exactly what you need. You’ve failed if you’re able to get out of the pool without stumbling.

Before long you catch up to the swimmer beside you, taking your first and only breath as you summon the last of your power, pushing through the water like a jet-ski. At once you’re behind the flags and unlike before, there’s no one beating you to the touch pad resting on the side of the ending wall as you slam your hand down and come up for air.

The crowd erupts with applause once you finish and at first you’re under the impression that it’s because of your win until your eyes glaze over at the scoreboard and nearly burst from your skull at the sight of the result.

You had accomplished your goal. There it was, a time faster than the Stanford record glowing right beside your name. But you didn’t just pass it by a few flimsy hundredths. Your new record was more than a second faster.

You can hardly believe it and you know if the proof weren’t right in front of you, there’d only be disbelief instead of this crashing wave of accomplishment and pride. Though you’re in severe oxygen debt from the race, you find yourself screaming in excitement at your gigantic accomplishment.

“We have a new record!” an official announces through the loudspeaker once the other girls have returned to the starting wall, followed by your name and new time. You search for Art again once you’re out of the water, all but failing to suppress your grin as you find him clapping in the stands and smiling down at you as if you were the most precious stone in the world.

Your teammates are filled with the same immense pride when you join them in the locker room once the meet is over. You’ve since changed from your tech suit, switching out the tight fabric for your cozy hoodie, tie-back bikini top, and a towel tied around your waist. The suit in question now hangs in your locker with the rest of your clothes that you had been in the middle of putting on before the congradulations began.

“I fucking told you!” Chloe shouts, clapping you on the back like you had just won the lottery. You imagine such a feat couldn’t match the pride you feel now.

You almost say that you can’t believe it, but the words stall on your lips. You actually can believe it, this is something you’ve been working tirelessly for. And now, after a long hard race, the record title is finally yours.

“Did I see a certain blonde in the audience?” Chloe smirks, nudging you as you wave goodbye to one of your other parting teammates.

“Maybe,” you drawl, trying your best to hide your growing grin, but the thought of the man makes you feel like flying through the air as year worth of buried emotions bubble up to the surface. You haven’t felt anything like this for a very long time.

“You know what that means…” Chloe whispers to you after you pull away from a hug with one of the other girls who like everyone else, is on her way out. The night’s party is being hosted at a house that’s a longer commute than usual in honor of the women’s tenth annual win and unlike your teammates, you aren’t in any hurry to get there knowing the a portion of the celebration will surround you.

“Drinks on you?” you guess, pretending you are clueless as to what she’s getting at. You hope it’s enough to deter her from whatever inevitably grotesque she’s about to say, but you know it’s to no avail as she laughs and shakes her head.

“Nice try,” she smiles, nudging you with her elbow. “I meant that he’s definetly going to fuck the shit out of you next time you see him.”

You cringe bashfully at her words, hitting her on the shoulder as she backs away from your shrunken form.

“Chloe!” you chide, though you both know no real anger lies within your tone. She’s been like this since the day you’d first met her: always the same old loving, indecorous Chloe.

“Just saying.” she shrugs before turning to say her goodbyes to the last lingering one of your other teammates.

You turn to open your locker, finally ready to change out of your damp towel until you’re startled by the clacking footsteps of unfamiliar tennis shoes heading in your direction. You assume it’s another random spectator who had bypassed the many signs clearly stating that the locker room is for athlete occupance only, but at once you find you’re very wrong when you turn to see who it is.

Art stands before you and though it was his decision to invade the women’s locker room, he looks as surprised as you.

“Hey,” he says, almost breathlessly. You’re thankful when you notice that Chloe is fully dressed to your left, just pulling on her knit cardigan.

She smirks smuggly at the sight of him, swinging her bag over her shoulders before sending you a wink and a swiftly muttered, “Told ya.” Without another word she exits, leaving you and Art utterly and completely alone.

“You realize this is the women’s restroom, right?” you jab as you hear Chloe shut the door behind her, though it’s all in good fun. As far as you know, no one is coming anywhere near the locker room for the next several hours.

“I was waiting outside for you,” he states, gradually lifting his hands from their tense place in the front of his jean pockets. “I thought everyone else had already come out, but I guess I was wrong.”

“That’s just Chloe,” you laugh, gesturing in the direction of the exit path your best friend had just taken. “Don’t worry, she won’t tattle.”

He chuckles, amused by your jest before he takes a slow step closer to you. Like a sparkler to your stomach, you become acutely aware of the tension between the two of you, growing like the blush colored blossoms of a cherry tree in spring. “I’ve thought about what you said.”

This makes you smile.

“And?”

“You were right.”

You’re heart flutters, so light that if it weren’t encaged within your chest you’re sure it would’ve floated away. He pauses to take another tense step in your direction, now only a foot away.

“Do you know how Tashi and I met?”

“I don’t, actually,” you say, words laced with a twinge of sarcasm.

“Right,” he laughs, realizing the folly behind his question. It was more rhetorical than anything, but he begins the story like a spider spindiling its web. “Well it was only about a year ago. We met at the US open. Patrick and I both went after her and you know what she told us?”

You wait for the answer.

“She said she’d give her number to whoever won our match. That was the first time I ever lost and it was to my best friend.”

“That’s who was at your match, wasn’t it?” you ask.

Art nods solumnly, though the pain that had been etched on his face from your last meeting has vanished, as if the thorn in his side has been replced by a budding rose.

“I didn’t know Art, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he urges. “It’s all okay now. I’ve realized that none of it matters anymore and it’s all because of you. If I’m being honest, I thought maybe if I won my match, then Tashi would leave him. But it’s not what I want anymore. I don’t want to be the winner she’s running to. I don’t want to have to earn her love.”

“What do you want?”

There’s a pause, a distinct moment where the glint in his blue eyes from the bright lights above conveys a clever message to you than any words could. Then he speaks.

“I think you know what I want.”

It’s all the confirmation you need to know that he’s finally playing the same game as you. He’s unbearably close now as his head reaches up to gently rake through your stringy wet hair. You welcome his touch, breath catching in your throat at the feeling of his fingers as his lips hover just above yours. If you’re being completely honest, you haven’t stopped fantasizing about it since the night of the party. Since the moment he had kissed you.

“You were right,” he whispers as his hot breath tickles the tips of your top lips with every placid word. “I don’t care about winning anymore. The only point I want to score is you.”

“That’s a really bad joke.” you remark, pointing out the obvious from his corny declaration. But Art doesn’t share your smirk, his face settling in an expression that’s much more sensual.

“I’m not kidding.”

You feel the immediate shift in energy as your smirk fades to parted lips and Art’s longing gaze moves downward from your eyes. What little space left between you is squashed as you allow him to pull you even closer, noses prodigy one another as Art’s fingers drift from the tips of your hair to cup the back of your head. It’s almost salivating the way he looks at you and you’re suddenly eager to remember what he tastes like.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks through a whisper, so quietly that if you hadn’t been right in front of him, you surely wouldn’t have heard it. It’s milliseconds before you’re nodding exuberantly with more urgency than a speeding ambulance (something you might need if your heart decided to beat any faster).

“Pleas-” you start, but Art’s on you before you can even get the word out, covering your lips with his until all you can taste, smell, and feel is him. Everything is him.

He’s gentle with you at first, testing the waters as his lips pass smoothly over yours. You lift up your hands to invite him in, squeezing the toned flesh of his arms before you drag them slowly up to the nape of his neck. You toy with some of the curls that rest there, twirling them between your fingers while sinking into the sounds he makes in return. He lets out a soft moan into your mouth, and at once his tongue melds with yours. You match the new intensity, swallowing each low groan.

Unlike your last encounter, it’s Art who pulls away this time, forcing you to scowl at him in confusion, eyes squinting and lips puffy. He twists his head to the left, glazing at the wide space behind him as he slowly moves the both of you backwards to the nearest flat-board bench until one of its edges grazes the top of his shin.

“What are you doing?” you ask through a whisper, leaning forward so that your lips titillate the tip of his ear which sends inadvertent shivers through his whole body. Art turns back to you, smirking as he leans in for another sloppy kiss, earning a salacious sound from you before his lips shift from yours and trailing from the corner of your mouth to the line of your open jaw where his teeth scrape against your skin. You can feel him grinning as he makes you emit the softest of moans.

“I want to make up for the other night. I said some things - I’m not proud of.”

You give a giddy chuckle as you cup his cheek, amused by the fact that he thinks his past behavior was inexcusable until Art’s head dips to suck on the tender skin of your neck and you can’t help but whine. You’re glad you have the lung capacity of a swimmer otherwise you might’ve fainted from the near constant lack of oxygen.

“Art, honestly-” a sudden gasp is ripped from you as you feel him nipping at your sweet spot, crumbling like a tin can under pressure. “-it’s fine.” you barely manage to finish your sentence.

He places a few more steady kisses to the column of your neck, working his way down to your clavicle. You tip your head back, an unintentional effect from the sensation of his lips as he lays the last just near the edge of your collarbone before raising his head to look at you and it’s almost as if he can see right through you.

“Does that mean you don’t want what I’m offering?” he questions, glancing down at the steady movement of your chest as it rises and falls beneath your hoodie. You don’t recall when in the last few minutes he managed to move his hands down to your waist, but you can feel them now as clear as ever. He grips the sides of your hoodie, nimble fingers sliding under the thick gray fabric until they find the skin beneath and his touch feels like fire, sparking flames along your hips with every small caress. It’s so hot that you aren’t sure how Tashi could pick anyone over him. You aren’t sure how anyone could deny him for that matter.

“No…” you admit and at once his hands start to travel higher and higher until they reach the bottom band of your bikini, inflaming the whole of your torso as he meets the straps still tied neatly together in the middle of your spine forming a perfect bow. His fingers follow the provided path, meeting at the center of your back as he starts to twirl one of the tails of the knot around his pointer finger.

“May I?” he asks, his tone so deceivingly politely as he gently tugs on the string. He waits patiently for your consent as his eyes pan up from your chest to your expression. You can’t get the words out, already too overwhelmed from the sizzling sensation of his touch, but you make sure to nod with the utmost enthusiasm. Who were you to tell Art Donaldson no when he was so eager to touch you? And you, in turn, were so eager to feel him.

He smiled at your agreeance and instantly unfastened the tie of your suit, pulling on the strand until the entire bow came undone. He lips pressed against yours once more before he settled down on the bench and raised the hem of your hoodie just enough to expose your stomach, peppering kisses to every inch of you.

You released your hold on him to assist in pulling the hoodie over your head, tossing it behind you where it lands in a crumple pile near the metal door of your locker. Without any tension left to hold it up, the triangle cutlets of your bikini slump to reveal two perfect pebbled nipples, leaving the towel looped around your waist as your only source of coverage.

Usually you’d feel insecure being so bare for a man that’s practically a stranger, but from the dazed look Art gives you as he takes in the sight of your figure, you find that you don’t mind it in the slightest.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Art mutters almost involuntarily, sending shock waves down straight to your core. The words came bursting out before he could find the strength to hold them back, his brain too busy processing your beauty to have any control over any sort of filter. You return your hands to his head of blonde curls just as he presses one last kiss to the center of your abdomen, exactly below your rib cage.

The movement is so sudden that you can't count the seconds that pass before he grabs at your breasts, each hand perfectly cupping the mounted flesh. His mouth is slower, trailing kisses up the valley of your chest.

His thumb works the sensitive skin encircling your nipple, running over the hardened peak in an unperceivable pattern that forces another well earned moan from your lips. It’s encouragement for his other hand that immediately drifts upwards to mirror the actions of the other. Every pinch and slight movement is like gasoline to your fire, all pouring in a downward stream to the part of you that grows more needy with every passing second. You could cry from the sensation of it all, the intensity only growing when you feel him pass his tongue over your left nipple. You try to suppress any sounds this time, teeth biting down on your lip as you curve your head back, but it forces its way out despite your efforts. You grip the hair fixed to his crown and pressure him forwards so that he remains in place.

“Shit, that feels - really good.” you praise, your phrase strung together like an old beaded bracelet as changes in pace break apart each word. When Art does part from your breasts, it’s to press wet kisses down the line of your abdomen as flickering thumbs replace his mouth. He pauses as he reaches the softest portion of your stomach, stopping just above the knot that is covering your very bare lower half, and though you don’t recall informing him about your lack of undergarments, you are sure that he already knows.

“I need to taste you,” he whispers against your skin.

He doesn’t ask you for permission anymore, but instead glances up at you from his spot on the bench and it’s everything you need to understand what he wants from you. And of course you want it. You’re sure if he wastes a second longer to tend to your throbbing center, you might just pass out in his sturdy arms.

“Please, Art, I need you,” you’re able to get out, though it’s breathy and delicate from the way that he’s rendered you.

He’s quick to oblige as he takes the top of your towel cover in between his perfect white teeth and yanks the fabric hard enough for it to fall to your feet. He’s on you in an instant, one of his hands moving to support your shaky frame as he slides a knee between yours to spread you open.

He coaxes every cry out of you with his tongue, wet and skilled as he traces it along each fold, his nose bobbing against your swollen clit not dissimilar from his left hand that still lies atop your breast. You press him closer to you as he swirls his tongue around you, over and over and never in the same way more than twice in a row. It’s overstimulation at its best, overwhelming you until you're trembling in his grasp and before you know it, you’re riding the edge of the wave to pure pleasure.

“Fuck, Art! I’m- I’m-“ you can’t even finish your sentence, he feels so good. He hums against you in amusement, the vibrations of his voice meeting your core in a melting sensation that you find yourself grinding into uncontrollably.

“On my tongue,” he promotes against you before licking a steady stripe along your center. It’s then that you know you’re done for. Your cry is almost inhuman as you leap off the edge, diving into the heart of the wave as Art finally relinquishes his hold on your breast and uses the newly unoccupied hand to pierce into your arousal, calloused fingers curling into you as he helps you down from your high. Even after you cum you know you still have more in you. And you can tell from the growing bulge in his pants that Art isn’t done with you either.

He stands to kiss you with dampened lips as the taste of your own arousal invades your senses, but you withdraw from the embrace after only a few seconds to ask him your burning question, desire already regrowing like a flooding river of need.

“Art, I need you,” you start, pulling at the canvas material of his button up. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles before pressing his mouth towards yours and back you up to the wall of lockers that are neatly arranged behind you.

Granted by his permission, you unfasten each button of his shirt until it’s enough to pull it off him which he happily helps you accomplish. You can’t tell who’s more desperate for you to feel the dense muscle of his chest as he places your palms face down on his pecs, granting you the assurance you needed to explore his body.

You take your time, squeezing and prodding just as he had done to you until one of your hands is low enough on his stomach to palm him through his light wash jeans. The soft whimper he returns is nearly enough to send you over again. He pulls back as he lets you undo his belt, eyelids fluttering after you’ve unbuttoned and unzipped the only thing keeping you from him. You’re quick to pull him out, not at all shocked by how hard he is and it’s a major ego boost knowing it’s all because of you.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers against your lips as if you needed more proof of his longing for you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Please,” you beg. “I need to feel you.”

Art is quick to oblige as his calloused fingers grip the soft skin of your hips, so rough that you can feel every callus from his racket as he pushes you against the lockers, thrusting up into you. While he’s dying to continue, he hesitates so that you can acclimate to his size. It takes no longer than a second as you release a guttural groan and wrap a leg around his waist, aiding him in hitting even deeper within you.

“Fuck!” you cry, throwing your head back against the cold metal as Art nips at your neckline again. You’re drowning beneath the blissful rocky wave and from the sounds that he’s making, almost re-enacting one of his matches just for you, you can tell that Art is too.

It happens so quickly that your mind struggles to understand it, spinning wildly as the wave pulls you under once more along with Art who finishes in a similar amount of time. You lean into his chest, breathing heavily as you take in the heavenly scent of his undoubtedly expensive cologne and slightly wincing as he pulls out of you slowly. He ducks to pick up your fallen towel as he starts to clean you up.

The realization that it’s over doesn't quite hit you until Art helps you get dressed, buckling his belt back up only once you’re decent and in return you hand him a spare shirt so he doesn’t have to redo every button on the one you’d nearly torn off him.

“Thanks,” he smiles gratefully, pulling on your shirt which fits tighter around him than it would around you, though it’s nothing to complain about as every miniscule ripple of muscle is on display.

You’re both thinking the exact same thing as you exit the locker room, hand in hand with the same guilty expression on your face as you pass an incoming janitor who is too busy scowling to ask Art what he was doing in the women’s locker room. It’s obvious from the encounter that it won’t be your last and as Art drives you to the planned frat party, you’re even sure that it’s not the last of the night.

Time proves you right as you’re seated next to Art a few weeks later, curled into his side as you share a large plate of the appetizer combo at a local Applebees. It was the only thing open after a long day of matches and meets and steamy rendezvous in between. The two of you were going on steadier than the trunks of ancient trees as you continue to support each other, you attending all of Art’s matches ( even if it meant skipping a practice or two) and Art cheering for you at all of your meets. You’re not sure if it’s the consistent attendance, but the both of you were only getting better at your respective hobbies by the day, particularly Art who hadn’t lost a match since meeting you.

You’re both jokingly arguing over who gets the last quesadilla when a familiar woman stops near your table, joined by a man you’d never seen before, though you recognize him from several of Art's detailed stories. He straightens beside you, gathering himself to greet the new company.

“Hey guys, long time no see!”

“Art,” Patrick nods to his friend before smiling to you and offering his hand, one that you take without a second thought. “I’m Patrick.”

“I know,” you admit. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You must be Tashi.” you turn to the girl and you can’t help, but analyze the peculiarities of her expression. It’s clear she is content with her own man of choice, but something about the way she looks at you tells you that she’s still involved in the tennis philosophy you managed to screw out of Art. She looks at you like you’re a player she’s lost to. And from what Art’s told you, you're certain it’s the first time Tashi has lost.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she fakes a smile before pulling Patrick to the door, careful not to stay long enough for the conversation to lead anywhere important. It’s awkward and strange, but you know it’s for the best. You’re not particularly interested in anything she has to say anyways.

“Did you see that?” you ask, pointing in the direction of the doorway that the couple had used for an easy escape.

“What?” Art wonders, looking towards you in anticipation.

“I think she’s looking for a new winner.”

Art leans in to peck the apple of your cheek, assurance that no matter the circumstance, he’ll never be available to the likes of Tashi Duncan again.

“Must be because I’ve won,” he reasons, “-because I have you and there’s nothing she can do to separate us.”

You smile at his sweet words, praying that he never ceases to use his talent for affectionate poetry as you lean in to kiss him. Whether he wins or loses or even never plays again, you couldn’t care less about the outcome of his career. As long as Art’s happy, you’re prepared to take on any challenge you’re put up to, whether on the court or in the pool.

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Aww blue eyes is such a softie 🥺 he just needs to be held! - ✨

You're right ✨. HE DOES.

Blue Eyes had absolutely no idea how he managed to convince you to go with him and Ash in the early morning to go fishing. He had told you that it was the best time of day to go before the river was planted with other Apes that would cause the fish to scatter like crazy. That’s all that was said and now you were packed, rather warmly mind you, tight in your winter jacket that you had managed to scour from an abandoned retail store about a year ago. In your right hand was your spear, lighter and shorter in stature to Blue’s or Ash’s, given the smaller nature of your human hands. Blue had courteously given it to you after noticing you struggle to fish with the larger variants. He relished in the small silence as you looked at it with wide eyes taking it into your hand, his fingers brushing yours for just a second before you  smiled. That expression you gave him when you received the gift gave the Ape enough food for thought. He dwindled on it for a few days afterwards, falling in and of what felt like consciousness when your smile flashed in his mind. Ash had known what Blue did and teased him relentlessly, Blue coming back to retort with a simple ‘shut up’. What he did on his own time, with you or without, was not Ash’s business. 

At the moment, Blue Eyes thought about it long and hard, and this was surely the first time you were going to use it. A tiny bit of pride hit his chest and lingered rather uncomfortably unsure how to process it in the situation. He was a proud Ape regardless; he was the son of the Ape King, thus making him a Prince in his own right. Just something about you using a weapon he had made specifically for you? Blue Eyes shook his head. You were simply accepting of the gift out of politeness, Blue remembering something his Father had said about that, about gift giving. You were using it because it was easier. It was simple and easy to explain away the feeling that he had towards you. The young Chimp lingered his eyes up the horizon, blue gaze appearing brighter than usual as the sun hit them and you found yourself star-struck looking at him. Ash nudged you forward, right out of your trance with what could only be described as a chuckle. If your feelings for Blue Eyes were any more obvious, Caesar would have to step in and tell you to pick your jaw up off the floor. Feeling a small blush creep along your cheeks, you glanced at Ash who gave you an all knowing grin. Cheekily, you smiled back at him in your own nefarious way and dug the shaft of your spear into the ground to give you some leverage up the hill. Ash signed at you with one hand, noticing that Blue Eyes was intently focused on making sure that the area was safe before proceeding onwards. You were only about a click away from your destination, having left so early to get there. 

‘You think… he is…’ The sign he gave you was not one that was in your dictionary and it took your powers of deduction to figure out that Ash was heavily implying your attraction to his closest friend, noting that his body language was playful, teasing and all-knowing in a way, the sign you had no familiarity with being accompanied by Ash pushing his chest out to appear more broad, his teeth baring you a laugh. Your mouth flew open as you sputtered quietly. Not enough for Blue to hear you ahead, but enough to give Ash a chortle. ‘Do not!’ You signed defensively, the Ape next to you shaking his head at your adamant denial. 

‘So strong,’ You were being mocked playfully, ‘Blue Eyes, save me.’ Ash pretended to throw himself at you in some gesture that had to be how he imagined you’d throw yourself at Blue Eyes given the opportunity. You were heated- not angry, but embarrassed. You couldn’t help it. As much as you denied his words and actions, Ash was right.

‘Do not tell him.’

‘Will not.’ Ash was slow with his signing now, taking it upon himself to act as some bridge between the two of you. He was mildly tired from being stuck in the middle of the almost sickly glances you gave each other, of awkward encounters. He’d rather stroke the fire a bit just to see which one of you was going to crumble. You, with you obviousness or Blue Eyes with his obliviousness. He was your metaphorical wing-man as he told you, ‘Hard to tell Blue Eyes anything about you. You tell him.’

#blue eyes #i made this gif i am proud of my gif shhhhhhh #planet of the apes #blue eyes x reader #pota #caesar #ash #emmy writes

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 9

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 2640

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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"You gotta shoot—"

"You haven't turned yet." Satoru swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head. "Y/n, please do something." He turns to you, fear evident in his eyes.

"Let me see." You approach him.

"No." He sternly says, stepping back. "It won't be much longer before I turn. Stay away." There's tears welling up in his eyes.

Nobara turns away from the group, collapsing on the ground, choking on her sobs. She grabs onto Itadori, shaking.

You forcefully grab his hand and inspect it, it was a straight cut down his hand. "There's no teeth marks." You say to Satoru, he's next to you pacing back and forth. "I don't think you got bit. It's a deep scratch."

"Still, one of those things touched me." Megumi says.

"Do you feel any different?" You ask him, setting your backpack down to find your things to clean and bandage him up.

"I-I don't know." He says stressed.

"Can he still turn if he got scratched?" Nobara asks, wiping her tears.

"Not likely, but it can get infected more easily." You say, "Itadori, go find me a chair please." He nods, having hope that Megumi will be alright.

Satoru remains silent, watching you carefully clean his wound. He's terrified, the thought of losing one of his students was his worst nightmare. Especially Megumi, he had taken the roll of his father.

"He's going to be okay." You tell Satoru and he simply nods.

"Here." Itadori brings over a chair and helps Megumi sit down.

"This is gonna sting a bit." You say and pour the liquid over his wound, Megumi hisses and shuts his eyes. Now that his wound was clean it was much easier to see how deep the cut was.

You frown as blood continued to spill out, "You're gonna need some stitches."

"Now?" Megumi's eyes widen.

"I don't know, I was thinking maybe next week at 2:00 pm." You sarcastically say.

"Not funny." Satoru frowns.

"Sorry. Yes now." You say.

"Have you ever done stitches on somebody that wasn't yourself?" Megumi asks.

"You're really worried about that dude? You almost fucking died." Itadori smacks the back of his head.

"You're lucky I'm injured." Megumi glares at him.

You have Satoru hold your things for you while you got to work on Megumi's hand, you warned him that it wasn't going to feel very good.

He shuts his eyes the whole time, making a fist with his other hand and digging his nails into his palm to help relive some pain.

You tied it off and applied some ointment, "Take these." You hand him some pain killers and he swallows them.

As soon as he stood up from his chair, Satoru engulfed him in a hug. You softly smile, he really cares for his students. Megumi was surprised and a little grumpy, but he returned the hug. You noticed Satoru wipe his eyes quickly, thinking nobody saw him.

"Don't do that again." Satoru clears his throat. "Thank you, Y/n."

"Yeah, thank you." Megumi says.

"You're an idiot." Nobara hits Megumi, but ends up hugging him with Itadori.

"Where are we?" You ask, putting your things away and arming yourself again.

"Looks like our base back home, but bigger." Nobara remarks.

"There's a door that way." Itadori says and begins leading the way.

You're all cautious in case anybody else is there, the door opens and reveals a huge room, there were tons of rooms. It looked like your base back home.

After ensuring nobody else was in the building, you wandered off to explore. There was even more food and supplies, but one particular room made you stop in your tracks.

It was a lab. The one Shoko had been showing you. 'This is the base Nanami was talking about.' You think to yourself. Suddenly, you grew excited, this place would be perfect.

"Satoru!" You run back to him, he was inspecting the kitchen. "This is the base Nanami was talking about."

"What?" He says confused.

"Nanami and Shoko wanted to check out this base. We're in the base." You say.

"And there's nobody here?" He asks, raising his weapon now.

"I don't think so." Itadori says, coming back with the other two first-years.

"Get into formation." Satoru says, you lift a brow as the four of them get ready. "Follow us." He makes eye contact with you.

You simply nod and hold up your gun, joining them as you go room to room, inspecting every crevice for other people or zombies. You feel Nobara holding her breath before every room and then releasing it once there's nothing.

It took awhile to make sure the place was empty, but it was worth making sure it was. "Well?" You face Satoru.

"I think we could make this work." He pulls you in for a hug, melting from the smell of you. "We'll make it." He whispers for you to hear, then pulls away reluctantly.

Nobara eyes Itadori as they both watched the scene unfold in front of them, she gives him a look indicating that they'll debrief about this later.

Megumi returns from upstairs, a frown evident on his face. "Guys," he gets everyone's attention, "I think we're trapped here."

"What do you mean?" Itadori furrows his brows.

"Follow me." Megumi leads the way up the stairs. You all are able to lookout from the secure tower, you see the entire place surrounded by zombies.

"What the hell?" You say, "Why aren't they leaving?"

"No idea, but we can't leave." Megumi says.

Satoru rubs his forehead, muttering curses underneath his breath.

"Can we take them?" Itadori clenched his jaw, looking determined already.

"There's no way." Nobara shook her head.

"Absolutely not. We've risked enough for today." Satoru says, "We've gotta figure out a way to contact the others."

"Do you think they'll still be at the radio tower?" You ask, eyeing the machines next to you that would be able to contact them.

Satoru checks his watch, "We have 30 minutes before we're supposed to meet back up with them."

"It's worth a shot." Megumi turns on the machine and messes with the frequencies. He nods towards Satoru and he begins speaking.

"Nanami? Are you there? Over." It's quiet and staticky, he tries again another two more times, but nothing.

"Next one." You say to Megumi and he toggles the radio. Eventually, the static became a norm as the 5 of you continued to reach Nanami and the others.

"Anyone—hear." You briefly heard over the static. "Wait Megumi, listen." You make him pause mid switch and he does what you tell him.

"Located near—" it cuts off again, "Go ahead one more." Nobara and Itadori circle around the table.

"Hello, hello, can anyone out there hear me? Over." The person says clear as day.

"That has to be Nanami!" You gasp and then quickly hit Satoru's shoulder so he'd be able to make his message.

Before Nanami can give his second message, Satoru interrupts him. "Yes, do you copy? Over."

You're all anticipating his next words, if they even come, "Loud and clear, who's speaking? Over." You all cheer for a quick moment then get back down to the matter at hand.

"We got someone!" Nanami gets Maki's attention and she tells the rest of the group to listen.

"It's Satoru Gojo, we ran into a predicament, over."

Nanami frowns when he hears his name, "Never mind, it's this idiot." The group groaned, excitement leaving their bodies.

The conversation between the two went back and forth a few times before Nanami ultimately decided that he and his group would lure the zombies away from the gate, giving you guys just enough time get the hell out of there.

"No casualties please." Satoru mutters underneath his breath before placing a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the front door. "We escape on my word, got it?" He faces the first-years and they all nod.

Satoru gives you a firm nod and you open the door, one by one everyone walked towards the fence and stood, awaiting their teachers orders.

You searched for a familiar blonde near the crowd of zombies and finally spotted him and the rest of the crew.

"You're late!" Nanami yells at Satoru, "I said be back at 3:30!". This causes Satoru to frown. The group creates a commotion to get the zombies attention and it works slowly, the ones further in the back seemed to quickly move towards them.

After a few minutes the crowd begins to dwindle, you draw your bow and begin firing arrows to back up some zombies and eliminate them. Nobara joins in and begins to throw some of her knives, effectively taking them down.

The guns would draw too much attention and bring the zombies that Nanami lured out to come back.

"Now! Go!" Satoru yells, you yank open the gate and allow everyone to get out.

"Meet us on the 5th block!" Shoko yells and you all begin running away from the zombies. You shut the gate closed and follow behind them.

As you ran you shot a few arrows to keep the distance between danger larger, you're quickly running out, making you worry.

Your lungs burn the longer you're having to run, Satoru is keeping his eye on you, making sure you're not too far behind. You're busy shooting off the zombies, after you fired your last arrow you quickly caught up to the group.

You met up with Nanami and his group completely winded and out of breath. Everyone had their hands on their knees, desperate for air.

"Thank you." Satoru says to the other group.

"Everybody good?" Maki asks, eyeing all of you in case someone is acting off.

"Yeah, all good." You say, finally being able to breathe.

"Let's head back. Quickly." Nanami suggests. The walk/jog back to base was quiet. Everybody in their own thoughts.

Being in the semi-comfort of the base eased your anxiety. The kids were safe and sitting in the living room, talking quietly about what happened.

You were lost in thought, thinking back to the situation where you could've seriously gotten hurt. You put them all in danger, a feeling of regret pooled in your stomach, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

"Y/n?" Nanami brings you back to reality, "Did you hear what I said?"

You quickly shake your head, "No, I'm sorry, I was-uh distracted." You cleared your throat, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," He waves you off, "I just asked if you were up to catch us some dinner."

"Oh yeah, of course." You quickly get up from your seat and prepare to leave.

"I'm coming with." Satoru smiles.

"No, it's okay." You brush him off. You don't wanna put any of them in danger again.

"What?" He chuckles.

"I kinda want to be alone, just for a little—"

"Absolutely not. Nobody goes anywhere alone." He crosses his arms.

"Then I'll ask Nanami or Shoko to go with me." You say, continuing to pack.

"Excuse me?" He scoffs.

"I didn't mean it like that. I like having you there, but I don't really feel like talking and I know Nanami or Shoko won't ask anything." You explain, finally facing him.

"I'm going." He stands his ground, towering over you. He's so close to you that you can smell the snack he ate earlier.

"It's fine. I'm sure you're tired anyway." You cross your arms, mirroring him.

"Tired?" He laughs, "You must not know me, sweetheart. I'm going." The look in his eyes tell you that he is not backing down.

"Okay." You say, and begin to head out. He follows behind you, offended that you even thought of bringing somebody else with you.

The door slams, catching everybody's attention in the room. "What just happened?" Shoko furrows her brows.

"No idea." Megumi says, eyes trained on the door.

You put some distance between the two of you, noticing it was later than you'd like when hunting, you let out a frustrated sigh. Satoru frowns at your behavior, wanting to be close to you.

He shakes his head, 'What's wrong with me?' He doesn't even get a chance to blink before you had already caught dinner, walking past him without a word.

He clenches his jaw and jogs up to you, "What's wrong?" He whispers.

"Nothing. It's been a long, tiring, eventful day." You say.

"Did I do something?" He asks.

"No."

"Then why the cold shoulder?" He asks and he's met with silence on your end. He's had enough, he moves in front of you, holding you in place so you can't leave. "What's wrong." He asks again, this time you can tell he's not playing around.

"Nothing." You roll your eyes and try to walk away. His grip on you was unwavering, he was insanely strong. "Can we maybe not do this now? Especially when we're out in the open?!" You free yourself from him and begin to walk away.

His eyes widen at your annoyance, enforcing the distance even more than when you did at the beginning of the hunt.

You feel terrible for snapping at him, your eyes water as you continue walking back. A small part of you wanted him to come back up to you and try again, now you're sure he hates you.

As you enter, you quickly tell Nanami that you're not feeling too well so you were going to lay down for a bit before your watching shift. Satoru frowns at your absence, but decides to still give you some space.

You were able to sleep for a few hours, but your nightmare of what happened earlier woke you up in cold sweat. You catch your breath for a few seconds and calm your anxiety, you realize you're parched and get up to grab a water.

Satoru sat on the couch, a frown still evident on his face, but his eyes lighten up the second he sees you pass by. He gives you a small smile and watches you drink from your water quickly.

He stands up and walks toward you with a plate in hand. "It's not warm anymore, but I figured you'd be hungry." You see the food you had caught earlier.

"I'm not really hungry right now, but thanks." You take the plate and sit down at the table, he mirrors you and sat down as well.

He gives you a small smile, finally content that you were talking to him again. His attention went out the window, watching the snow fall slowly.

"I'm sorry for earlier." You snap his attention back towards you, "I just didn't want to endanger you more than I already did."

"Endanger me?" He moves closer to you. "You're talking about what happened at the mall, right?"

Your stomach churns as you begin to replay the scene in your head. "That was really fucking stupid of me, I'm really sorry." You rub your eyes, trying your best to keep your tears from falling.

"Don't talk about yourself like that." He clenches his jaw, "We're gonna run into trouble everywhere we go. That was not your fault."

"I left my weapons, who does that?!" You say, your teary eyes looking into his big blue ones, he fights everything in him to pull you into his chest and hold you.

"It was a mistake, but you're not stupid or weak." He reassures you. "And we're all gonna make them, not just you, alright?"

It was quiet for a few moments, you were beginning to calm down. "Besides," he gets your attention, "they were weak anyway." He makes you chuckle, bringing a smile onto his face. "There she is." He pinches your cheek and you jokingly push him away.

#jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x y/n

[flowery-mess]

Matt filling in for your drummer

So I'm seeing all this Matt content today, not that I'm complaining. I was at a concert tonight and ugh I love a good female artist, BUT it sparked an idea in my little head...

I was giggling and kicking my feet in the air while writing this I hope you like it as much as I do

You as a singer are under Sumerian

That's how you met with Matt

Small talks led to a date

And dates led to a commited relationship

Sometimes it was hard with both of you being in the music industry and traveling for work

It's usually Matt away for months and when he comes back, you're leaving for your tour the next day

That's why Matt agreed to acompany you and your band and crew on your next tour in Europe

You being small singer, not as famous as BO, having concerts at small venues made it easier for you two travel and explore European cities together

Matt is touring with you as a your partner, he's not supposed to work

But he can't help it

He's always at the sound corner discussing with your sound tech that everything is ready

Which makes your sound tech uncomfortable, but you know Matt means well, he just wants everything to go perfectly so you don't have to worry and just enjoy performing

You enjoy this time spent together

And you really don't want Matt to work when he's supposed to enjoy his time off

But it wouldn't be your luck if everything went smoothly

Your drummer got sick, food poisoning

He really tried to work through it, but he was miserable

And who else can play drums?

Matt

When he saw you coming to him with your puppy face on, he knew you're going to ask him for something

"Can you play the drums for me tonight, please?"

And who could say no to your sad face

He didn't have to think about it, of course he's going to help in any way he can

He doesn't show it, but he's really excited about sharing the stage with you

He loves watching you perform, but oh to perform with you, he can't wait

He always gives you a kiss for good luck before the show, but tonight you kiss him for good luck back

The crowd cheers as your guitar player and Matt make their way to their spots

And they cheer even louder when you get behind the mic

After first few songs you make pause for a small talk

"So, sad thing happened earlier today, our drummer Josh got sick and he couldn't play with us tonight, but we found someone else, someone as good as Josh is, and I'm happy to introduce you my boyfriend behind the drums, please give a big applause for Matt Dierkes who saved this show tonight!"

You knew he's going to hate you for putting him on the spot later, but you could see his big smile when he waved at the crowd who cheered for him

You then continued with the show, enjoying every moment

You and Matt kept stealing glances at each other

You always dance on the stage, but tonight you danced infront of the drums a bit longer, watching Matt with adoration in your eyes

You love seeing him being passionate about something

But you also love seeing him play drums because it made him even more attractive

His arms, do I need to say more (I mean look at that last picture)

He has big arms and he wears short sleeves that show his muscles flex when he's hitting the drums

He has sweat on his forehead

When you make an eye contact with him, it sends shivers through your whole body, especially between your legs

You have to stop turning around to face him, because you're not going to finish the show with that view

After the last song all three of you walk off the stage and share a big hug

After this day filled with stress, because of the complications, everyone is tired and leaves the venue as soon s they can

Which means you and Matt are the last ones in the backstage room

"You're so hot on stage every time, but this view from behind the drums-" he stopped to place his hand over his heart "that's something I could get used to every single time." with that he put his hand around your thigh and pulled you down in his lap

You put your hands around his neck, leaning your forehead to his

"You can't imagine how many times I had to clench my thighs together just from the look of you on that stage tonight." you whispered in his ear which sent shivers down his neck

He placed his hands on your hips, giving you hint to start moving your hips

So you did, along with a moan that sent shivers down his neck once again

"Remind me what time does the bus leave?" he asks before attacking your neck with his lips

"They can wait." you moaned with your head thrown back giving him more space on your neck

And in fact, everyone on the bus had to wait that night

#matt dierkes #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes imagine #matt dierkes headcannon #matt dierkes smut #bad omens #bad omens blurb #bad omens headcanons #bad omens imagine #bad omens x reader #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nick ruffilo

[fumifooms]

Honestly I wonder if anyone’s ever read Chilchuck’s “I cheated on her” admission as an implicit reference to prioritizing alcohol over his marriage and feeling guilty abt it.

Ohh… "I cheated on her" as a half-truth because something ended up taking priority over their marriage, because emotionally he was elsewhere… "I cheated on her" because after having all the time in the world to think about it now that he’s alone he realizes that that might have been how she felt, and that’s how it felt like to him too.

Love that. I def think he’s ironically someone who deflects guilt a lot, in a similar way that he compulsively goes "You’re wrong! I don’t care about you guys at all! I’m an asshole!" he flees emotions by making the problem something else that’s fake, a burden easier to bear, he’s so used to being seen for what he’s not after all. I went into it a bit in one of my fics and in a couple meta posts, but when it comes to his wife he was very much like an ostrich with his head in the sand, seeing her fall into a bad mood on the outing before she left him but dismissing it as something "sudden" that’s not worth thinking deeper about. Overdrinking is a problem for future Chil. I think he did a lot of "You want me to drink less and you’re afraid for my health? Get over it lol" and "I should be less strict with the girls and raise my voice less? My father was a strict drunk and look at me, I turned out functional and great! The girls are literally fine and love me" and "Oh? My drinking is affecting our family? No it’s not smh smh get off my back"< Drunk a significant portion of the time he spends at home since he’s off-work and somewhere he can relax. Type of guy to always dismiss any issues that might exists because he prefers ignoring them as if they’ll go away. All his problem solving energy is spent during work and the issue is with his family he already likes things as they are, they’re his comfort zone and change is scary, he doesn’t want the change, even if it’d be better. He doesn’t want to change, his unhealthy habits are guilty pleasures he wishes people didn’t try to make him feel guilty for

BUT POINT IS he struggles with guilt and like. Letting it be a feeling that he gets sometimes, so it’s all bottled up and festers and gets twisted into frustration or such like how his worry usually does. I like this take, wether it’s something he’s already thought a lot about or it’s something he’s repressed that came suddenly pouring out of him like blood out of a wound, now that he’s putting it into words with someone for maybe the first time.

#Dungeon meshi #chilchuck tims #meta #ask #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #Bicorn episode early season 2 guys let’s GOOOOOOO #I do think he feels sleazy. Like even as he enjoys pretty women as eyecandy he feels pangs of guilt and sadness and longing for his ex wife #The “SHUT UP DON’T bring her up now!!” during succubus is smth I interpret in that way. #Either to not ruin the moment or bc of raging guilt that his succubus isn’t her gdbd. But also can u blame a guy the mere memory #of her brings up a lot of bitterness and emotional turmoil and aughh he feels like he’s failed his life and he’s a fuck up and aughh #fumi rambles #He’s someone who just wants to feel good dammit. He’s so stressed he just wants to relax. He just wants to feel like his family isn’t flawe #He doesn’t have the energy to put into fixing it. He doesn’t know if he could handle it. And ofc all of this is happening on a subconscious #level. Bc emotional repression is his middle name #He needs to work to provide for his family but for their relationships and emotional needs he needs to work less. #There’s no winning. There never is for half-foots in this world #Union man trying to balance career and family and failing </3 #Chilchuck’s family #Chilchuck’s wife #ok i need to shut up on this i could go forever

[raayllum]

This is a small thing but I'm really curious about what Rayla and Callum's priorities will be at the Starscraper regarding the Quasar diamonds and the Nova Blade.

What seems to be the most clearly set up is that Rayla will be mostly interested in the Quasar diamonds, as they hold the key for freeing her family, and she obviously wants her family back.

This would also help nudge her in the direction of an arc where she spares/saves Callum under possession because by not being willing to sacrifice her parents, she would have an easier time likewise not sacrificing him.

And that Callum, conversely, will prioritize getting the Nova Blade, seeing as he was the one pushing for it in 5x05 and is the most concerned / worried about Aaravos' hold on him. This would also help support his take of "if he takes control of me again, you need to kill me" because he doesn't want Aaravos to hurt anyone / cause worldwide destruction.

And if he's focused on that, then maybe Rayla will free herself up a bit to focus more on her family.

However, in my head... I can't really rule out the Opposite happening, either.

It was Rayla's idea, after all, to figure out how to kill Aaravos in the first place, and we watch her routinely put her family on the backburner (5x01, 5x04, 5x05) and even apparently in 6x01 with Callum being the one to remind her that the Starscraper has something she wants, too (very a la TTM). This would also push the likelihood of us worrying/wondering if she might really kill Callum up to the forefront, too, which is good drama.

R: I love you and I haven't forgotten about you. But... I can't help you yet. Because right now, the world needs me. Callum and Ezran need me.

and Callum is the one more likely to ask for detours / indulgences, whether for his own personal needs (because he's more balanced and emotionally healthy most of the time), or in prioritizing Rayla, especially when she's not prioritizing herself.

C: Xadia's to the east, right? So is the Lodge. It's on the way!

Again, Callum's prioritization could be "I'll handle the Nova Blade (the mission), so you can focus on your parents" (like in 1x07) because Both these things are Important (+ dramatic irony of Callum seeking out the weapon that's just not going to end well for anyone involved, I'm sure), and that is probably the one I'm leaning towards. But I'll be very curious to see which way everything falls either way

#rayllum #s6 speculation #tdp #predictions #s6 #arc 2 #tdp rayla #tdp callum #characterization #the dragon prince #god they were so precious and young and small in 1x07

[etunpeudevitriol]

Very interesting to me that neither "Ultimate Lucky Student" in Danganronpa was lucky in the traditional sense of the word.

It's a bit easier to see with Nagito, though I'd argue that the title fits him a billion times better than Makoto. He doesn't have unnaturally *good* luck, as is usually implied with the word "lucky." He has unnatural *luck,* period. The most unlikely stuff just Will happen to him. A walrus is Going To come ring his front doorbell because of his ultimate talent. He's the improbability drive from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on two legs (well, not infinitely improbable like that, but he's only human, give him a break!)

And by knowing how his ultimate talent works, Nagito can use it as a pretty reliable tool. The drawing straws moment is an example of him using "bad" luck, while in the russian roulette moment he uses "good" luck. But in the end it's all just luck, and creating very low odds of something to happen, which will be boosted to 100% probability in Nagito's presence.

With Makoto, it's a bit harder to see because he doesn't really seem particularly lucky or unlucky at any given moment. (Ignore his surviving the fall into the trash chute, Kyoko also does so it has nothing to do with luck.) But you tell yourself, maybe it's fated luck. Maybe all those little moments that seem like nothing, amount to incredibly good luck in the greater picture, and that's how he succeeds in taking down the Mastermind.

I disagree though. I think that Makoto's actual ultimate talent is being the Ultimate Hope, and that he was miscategorized as Ultimate Lucky Student because he won the draw that one time. I'll tell you who got ultimately lucky the day Makoto won the Hope's Peak enrollment lottery though- the whole world did! The universe had the absolute best luck that day, Ultimate Hope of a person gets to be put in a position so he's there to stop the Ultimate Despair when it shows up. Althoughhhhh, you could also argue that it's Makoto's Ultimate Hope talent that needed the world to be lucky at that moment for things to work out in the end.

My point stands, Makoto doesn't actually have Ultimate Luck because his real talent is being the Ultimate Hope.

So yeah, out of both Ultimate Lucky Students, Nagito absolutely has that talent, it just doesn't show up in the way you'd first expect from hearing the word "lucky". And Makoto, I don't believe he has that talent in the first place.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #this was an old draft i hadn't touched in years #i'm not really in the danganronpa fandom right now but i needed to make my point #put it out there yknow?

[alwritey-aphrodite]

I would live TASM and breakfast outside 🤩 So excited for summer

2024 Summer Blurbs

There are many things you love about your admittedly shitty New York City apartment. You love the view from the windows looking out over the street, high enough to people watch without anyone being able to look back at you. You love all the light that streams into your small kitchen, you love knowing all the right ways to close doors and cabinets without them sticking, you love the hardwood floors that are absolutely freezing every single morning.

Most of all, though, you love the window off the kitchen that opens up to a small balcony, just big enough for two people and some cushions. Out of every single spot in all of New York, that balcony is your favorite.

While the weather doesn’t always make it easy for you to take advantage of your hidden gem, in the summertime, you spend as much time out there as possible. Sometimes when you’re really lucky, the sun will hit your apartment just right and turn your balcony into the perfect spot for tanning, and you spend all afternoon out there with a book and a cool drink. It’s rare for Peter to come home in the afternoon and find you anywhere except the balcony, and he’s started closing the door with just enough force for you to always hear him.

As much as you love your time alone on the balcony, soaking up the sun and taking in all the sounds of the city, your favorite moments on the balcony are always ones where Peter is right there beside you. It’s a difficult squeeze getting out there sometimes with Peter’s long limbs, but the two of you fit perfectly once you get settled onto your cushions, feet dangling off the edge through the fencing meant to keep you from falling.

“Wanna eat outside?” You ask, cutting fruit for a meal that’s closer to lunch than to breakfast, but it’s Saturday and you’re adults and no one can tell you when to get out of bed. Before you even ask, you know Peter will say yes, that saying yes to you comes as easy as breathing and that he enjoys your slightly dangerous balcony almost as much as you do. He’s already pulling the window up, taking the plate of fruit from your outstretched hand to set it outside and make it easier for both of you to climb through the window.

You pass him the plates and watch as he sets them all gently outside before he steps back, letting you get the first pick of the cushions. He steadies his hands on your waist as you climb through the window, even though you both know you’ve maneuvered your way through successfully on your own no less than a hundred times, you both enjoy the safety and the closeness and the care of the simple act. Peter climbs through himself once you’ve gotten settled, folding his gangly limbs a bit awkwardly to make it through, but then you’re both outside and the weather is perfect and your breakfast is waiting, and nothing could be better.

The two of you stay out there long after your breakfast is finished, letting the sun warm your skin as you discuss all sorts of plans for your near and distant future. It’s the kind of morning you’d have dreamed about years ago, all sun-warmed and full and next to the person you love most. You’ve got no reason to go back inside except to grab more food or take a nap once the sunshine starts to make you drowsy, but it doesn’t matter because you’ve got no plans and you know Peter is always willing to follow your whims. For now, though, the sunshine and the company are all that you need.

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm peter parker #tasm fanfiction #tasm!peter imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction

[alexbrunn]

Stage four

God, how I cry every time I think about the fact that they could actually be okay.

Maybe it's a bit unrealistic and full healing can only be talked about after decades of living together without stress and adversity, but I sincerely wish it. I want Pav to have his new family where he can feel happy and comfortable, he really deserves it after going through a real hell. Still, my personal opinion is that he is a victim of circumstances. He cannot be justified, but he has already bought all his actions with his own suffering. Violence begets violence.

What about Marcoh. He doesn't get a lot of time in the posts, because for the most part he is still the same Marcoh, but I think that being with Pav has given him a lot. When he strikes, he sinks back into the guilt of inflicting violence on the innocent. The communication and apology will give Marcoh the opportunity to first, in a sense, atone for what he has done, and Pav's worldviews will help him find his own way of expressing his own boundaries, that in some moments you have to choose yourself rather than endure to the last. It's much easier for him to express his emotions in general, he has a good example. And love, too.

Good luck, my two sunshine. I wish you a wonderful life!

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear & hunger #fear & hunger termina #f&h #f&h termina #funger #funger termina #fear and hunger pav #fear and hunger marcoh #f&h marcoh #f&h pav #pavel yudin #Pav #marcoh #marcoh x pav #pav x marcoh #pavcoh

[himexyandere]

NSFW Alphabet: Mikka Lapan

CW: There's a lot of mentions about breeding, pregnancy and tentacles, so if that's not your cup of tea, then opt out now!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mikka gets all cuddly and touchy, pushing on his partner's stomach after he’s filled them with copious amounts of cum, yapping about how this time, he’s gonna get them pregnant for real 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His partner’s womb. Non-sexually, he’s a huge fan of his partner’s legs and feet!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His sperm in his octopus form is a lot thicker than his sperm as a regular human. He prefers to cum inside his partner and will use his tentacles to keep them plugged up with his seed to ensure it takes easier 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, he’ll get a boner when he’s reading books that describe how octopi mate because he’ll imagine doing it to his partner. His fantasies are pretty nasty 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s never been in a relationship, but his understanding of human anatomy is top-notch, so he can figure things out once he’s got his partner in front of him!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can watch his partner’s face while he’s fucking them, he doesn’t have a preference

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s very dedicated to breeding his partner, so he’s pretty serious in the moment. He does get giggly from time to time when he’s gone a few rounds and starts rambling about pregnancy and stuff like that 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Completely hair-free. He doesn’t even have any peach fuzz

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic before devolving into full-on horny and frantic. Mikka’s in between! 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s masturbated with his tentacles before. He does it quite often, actually-

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensory deprivation, breeding kink obviously, and marking!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a pool or a bathtub, preferably. If his partner isn’t a fan, then a bed works

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Mikka is a loose canon; the things that turn him on can be pretty unpredictable. Just one look at his partner, though, is usually enough to get him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never amputate or cut off any part of his dearest. He may be a little unhinged, but he knows that a human’s limbs don’t regenerate the way his do. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mostly into giving so he can prep his partner for his cock and/or tentacles! His tongue is pretty long, so he can reach in deep and hit all the spots they like 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on how horny he is, this can change, but he usually starts out slow and meticulous before becoming fast, frantic and messy 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As long as he can cum inside, he doesn’t mind! He prefers to go for more than one round, though, so quickies aren’t his favorite 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mikka is down for a little bit of experimentation! That’s kind of in his job description as a doctor and marine biologist, and that extends to the sex too. If his partner brings it up, he’ll be more than happy to test it out!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’ll last longer than his partner; he’ll never be the first to tap out 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you count medical equipment as toys..? But generally, no; he would consider his entire body a multi-use sex toy for his partner <3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a massive tease, but he’s the type that’ll tease his partner in conjunction with overstimulating them (so you better know what you’re getting yourself into when you beg him for something). 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Mikka has absolutely no shame, and he doesn’t mind letting his partner know how much he’s getting off on fucking them. Chances are he’s louder than his partner—

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It’s actually his dream to impregnate his partner with triplets, maybe even more!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is pretty girthy with a decent length to it, and if that’s not enough, his tentacles can make up for that! If you want your cervix played with, he can achieve that easily 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Over the moon. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually doesn’t fall asleep for hours or so, mainly to see if his partner would be willing to go a few more rounds with him. If they’re completely exhausted, or have passed out, he’ll still stay awake for a bit to just watch them sleep before he finally drifts off as well

#n/sfw #n/sfw alphabet #mikka lapan #yandere #male yandere #yandere octopus #yandere teratophilia #teratophillia #n/sfw abc's

[youraveragebtsstan]

Hello my friends. Yes, I'm back with yet ANOTHER ✨Wincest Concept✨...

Humor me: Dean left a series of voicemails for Sam knowing he would never hear him (or at least he wasn't supposed to.)

The first time he leaves a voicemail for Sam is when he's in a gas station bathroom, with his fist all bloody from punching the mirror. He didn't want to see his reflection- didn't want to see the face of the man that let Sam go to hell. The man that left him alone again...

The voicemail is short, brief and a bit coarse. Maybe even a few words along the lines of 'I miss you already', but oddly enough it helps. It's not until he gets back in the car does he realize Sam's phone is sitting on the dashboard. (It's not like he was going to get good reception in hell anyway). So Dean he tosses it in the glove box and forgets it.

The next time he leaves a voicemail it to tell Sam that he's been shacking up with Lisa for the last few weeks and though she said he was welcome he can't help but feel out of place. He vents to Sam as if he could hear him and says he wish he'd just pick up the phone.

Through out the year Sam is gone, Dean leaves numerous voicemails for Sam until it's full. Some are of Dean when he's sad- tears clogging his throat so much he's practically mumbling. Some are when he's happy, sharing a happy memory of funny joke with Sam when it crosses his mind. Others are when he's drunk, saying a few things he never thought he'd say out loud. But none of it mattered anyway because Sam's gone and he's never coming back- and god, damn it does he miss him.

But then one day Sam's in front of him, back from hell and better than ever- and Dean couldn't be more greatful. He tells Sam to ignore the messages and so his surprise Sam does. (In fact, SoullessSam couldn't care less about messages Dean left him and nor the phone he left them on. He has a new phone now, one that's better and rather he admits it or not, he doesn't find any significants for keeping it anyway.)

It isn't until Sam- the real Sam, gets his soul back and stumbled across the phone does it matter. There were a number of things that changed while Sam was gone and having his old phone back just makes things a little easier to digest. So he charges it up one night while Dean is sleeping and listens to them in bed. There were a few from Bobby, and old ones from Dean he hadn't found the need to check, but there were knew ones as well- and all from Dean no less.

Sam goes through a series of emotions that night. He cries while listening to Dean sob into the receiver, laughs when Dean cracks a shitty joke; and more importantly Sam's breath hitches when Dean admits to wanting things he's always imagined.

What happens the next morning when Dean wakes is a mystery. Perhaps Sam tells Dean everything, the two moving forward with a new chapter of their lives. Or maybe he keeps his mouth shut, too afraid to rock the boat any further than he already has... But at least Sam knows the truth.

So, how'd I do? Good, great, mediocre? Oh well, I just wanted to share.

#i was going to write a full on fic but decided im already overloaded with fics right now #so enjoy #wincest is life #wincest is real #wincest #supernatural headcanon #spn headcanon

[lorkonsghost]

Sorry I met post this last night the rest of chapters will be on Ao3 but here's the completed chapter 1 hope guys forgive me about this I haven't really wrote fanfic for anyone other myself for while which was mostly self satisfaction fics I had in brief spurts of inspiration I had so understand this might be a bit oocish for now and hopefully it gets better and in this au is more about the how turtles and friend react with dc April and jason are just tools that and if happen to write a good love story along the way is good to.

The Red Hood ,The Red Head, The Big Bats, And The Big Green Turtles.

They miss being normal

 

Things about this au this all started when the Turtles where 13 and April was 16 she’s been with the Turtles for 5 years after her father dies in this au she only has 3 human friends in this au Irma who doesn’t know anything about the Turtles. Casey Jones who left for college and hopefully to go pro in hockey also he going for a physical education degree. An Karai who is currently in Japan trying to take over the foot clan their from shredder.

 

Jason in this au is friends with all outlaws and Rose he’s been back in Gotham since he was 17 and a crime lord. He’s been and is on good terms with Bruce for most part they can be in same room and have pleasant conversation as long as the joker not brought up. He doesn’t like Ra’s for a few reasons a lot because of Tim although don’t tell him that and he feels used by Taila

 

 

 

 

 Jason has no idea why he’s fighting alien robots with almost 6ft tall turtles, or why the girl he started dating a month ago is also fighting said alien robots but he wasn’t really going to question it. He was fighting alien robots makes a lot of things easier if you don’t question them wait are those fucking ninjas and why did the turtle in red say their name like it’s a bad thing. Jason was really rethinking coming to New York to go drinking by himself was a bad idea maybe if he at least brought Roy he wouldn’t be in this mess.

 

1 month ago, and 2 weeks after Jason’s 21 birthday

 

Jason was getting sick of always having someone tag along every time he went drinking, for his 21st birthday wasn’t the problem, but the 4 times he tried after that though. The first time doing it solo Dick showed up not 10 seconds after his first shot the next tine he did it was in star city and Roy showed up before even his first shot. The third time it had to be a joke because why did Rose fucking Wilson show up at the bar he was drinking at in central city she normally never even visit central city. The fourth time he knew it was joke because he went to the most sewer rat bar in Gotham and for fuck sake why was Bruce their wearing a fucking fake mustache. Jason wasn’t really annoyed at not drinking alone if he actually wanted to do that he would just stay home and buy a few beers with Bruce’s credit card but it was the fact that he kept running into people he new he just wanted to get drunk and make a few mistakes but no now somebody he new was their and he can’t go embarrassing himself in front of them he had reputation to up hold. So that’s why he’s in New York he knows almost no hero’s who even touch New York so he thought no problems.

Jason was a few drinks in when he first saw her it looked like the first time she ever been in bar by herself and Jason thought why would she choose such a warn down bar like this. Jason took a shot for confidence and approached her thinking the most he could do is keep her company.

 

“Hello their beautiful looking kind of lonely mind if I join.” Jason say with his buzzed confidence

 “Hmph ha ha ha are you serious my ex had better pick up lines.” the red headed girl says

“Sorry I never been the kind of guy to try pick up a girl this way.” Jason says with a slightly bruised pride

“Oh so how you do it mister aren’t you looking lonely miss.” Her blue eyes smiled behind her glass

“honestly most of the time we just start dating or they fall for bad boy charm” Jason with a cocky smile

“Sorry dated one bad boy don’t know if I need another” her red hair drops a bit but she says with a cheer in her voice

Jason doesn’t know actually why he tried flirting with her Jason knew it wasn’t good to get involved with a civilian Isabel taught him that he missed the flight attendant. But maybe it was the alcohol In his system, or it was the fact he wanted to ignore the hero stuff that’s also probably why he wanted to drink  without anyone he new he just wanted a night where he’s okay to be somebody other than Jason Todd the red hood, the son of Batman in somebody’s eye just Jason.

 

“I never introduced myself I’m Jason I’m not just a bad boy I also happen to read pride and prejudice.” Jason says in half cocky smile with another swig of his drink

“Okay mister Jason tell  me your favorite quote and I’ll tell you my name” Her smile softens

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” “I know the original quote is about falling in love but it’s like I lived my life by it”  Jason says trying to hide the emotions he feels when he says it

“My names April so you where telling the truth about reading it” April say with a reassuring smile

Jason collects himself for a moment he’s kinda surprised how far he’s come along in this conversation. Jason really was only Jason right now no baggage to unravel yet and he’s okay with that right now it only him, April, his slowly blurring vision, and the hope maybe he could get a date out of this.

“So miss April tell me something other than your name please”. Jason say with a half smile

“Well currently I’m trying to be a journalist but to get the last 5 credits of my degree I need to intern under another journalist for a year.” April says with a slight annoyed frown on her face

“so what’s the problem can’t find respectable enough journalist or something else” Jason says trying to offer a chance to vent

“It’s not that it’s just any intern ship I apply for needs me full time and my home life just doesn’t allow that right now” April says with happier expression

Jason wants to call in a favor from Clark or Lois so bad right know he really could solve this girls problems with a phone call. But Jason was taught by Bruce, Ra’s, Dick, and Talia you can’t solve all the problems even if two them he would stab and not regret it and Bruce and Dick have been off his shit list for a good minute. But all of them where right he can’t just solve her problem for no reason but Jason wanted to do he makes a compromise.

“Okay that’s problem I could possibly help with” Jason says with cockiest smile yet

“Oh how so” April says with curiosity

“So a family friend is a journalist I could put in a word for and give you a chance at something buuut with it would be uup to you to convince them to agree to whatever youuu propose” Jason say with seriousness but with slurring

“Are you serious why would you do that for me” April says questionably

“Well I could ask you for a date as compensation but instead here’s what in going to do I give them a word if they give you a chance you go on date with me as celebration if they don’t drop my number we never talk again” Jason says with a smile

“Well mister Jason you got a deal and if don’t get I might stillll give you a chaaaasnccce for at least not being a creeeep” April tries to say a little flirty

Jason grabs a napkin and calls the waiter over to closes his tab and ask to borrow a pen and writes his number down

“call me in the morning I’ll set up an interview” Jason say as gets and walks over to April

Jason kisses the back of April hand and says as looks into her eyes once more ”Did you admire me for my impertinence?”

April laughs “yeah I did.”

Jason offers to pay for April’s tab as well but she’s says it’s okay and as Jason leaves he wonders if he’s doing the smart thing involving April in his life.

 

 

April was tired, The Turtles where getting on her nerves a little yeah they where her little brothers in her eyes but still April missed Casey Johns. Although they dated for awhile and lived together and also one maybe 5 good humans who actually new about the turtles. But then Casey Jones afford a full ride scholarship and a almost guaranteed spot on the hockey team for some big school in North Dakota. Both April and him knew this was only chance out of this life and chance to full fill his dream of going pro.

 

April didn’t blame him but she could still be mad dammit then he comes back for your 21 birthday a week ago and their it is the spark. But then he leaves again now April here drinking in a bar she never been to because she only been 21 for a week and she had pass up on another internship. Also this the first time she’s been in a bar by herself and honestly it probably wasn’t a smart idea.

 

When Jason first approached her she felt like he was similar to Casey but she was wrong he was a little awkward and had already a few to many drinks in his system. But without much he Offered to help with internship, he let her rant although he was bit to drunk he answered all her questions honestly. April actually wanted to give it a shot although she could see how it could look like a rebound. She hopes the turtles won’t give her hard time about this.

 

After she left she knew how to get home and it wasn’t by car she wished it was sometimes she walked be behind the bar and found the manhole picked up and went down. She had a normal apartment but that was only for mail and throwing away of dirty money they took from shredder or the purple dragon’s and honestly she wished they just had over to the police but nope. Officially April’s a college student who works for nights at TCRI Donnie faked it for her who make a pretty penny their all though that’s just so she could have the fake address most money goes for food and other essentials for the lair.

 

Getting to lair is never easy since it technically apart of section of abandoned sewer. But April was taught by master splinter even drunk she navigate theses sewers and make all the jumps needed. When she finally gets close she knows because it always has a hint pizza coming from it.

 

Ralph was only one up it appeared she could hear Splinter snoring so she new he was asleep so it was safe to assume they other where as well. Although Donnie could be working in his lab but she didn’t hear anything so not likely and Leo normally doesn’t stay up on slow nights. Ralph was probably awake ether waiting for her return or was playing the pinball machine again.

 

Ralph in a rough voice While not looking away from pinball machine ”So your back form the bar April”

 

“Whooos said I went to the bar “ April tries to lie

 

Ralph says with a bit of worry “April I can smell booze from here, and I see your stumbling I don’t even know how you made it back without getting hurt. You also just slurred you words together I might not be a detective even I can see your drunk”

 

Ralph takes a breath looks her up and down “ I know why you went to bar and probably not the best for this conversation but April I get it your lonely and all other humans who know about us are old, evil, or we can’t meet often. And it doesn’t help you can’t bring yourself to live normal life”

 

April went silent maybe it was alcohol or it was Ralph being right on mark. Unlike Casey who joined this as like a helping hand, April was kind of forced into this and feels she owes the Turtles so much. April knows she doesn’t she helped them as much as they helped her. They become her family when none of hers where left she can’t abandon them Casey still had a sister, and a mom he didn’t need a family the only reason he stayed as long as he did was for her. An as long she was their sister she wasn’t abandoning them.

 

“Can we talk about this in morning when I’m not drunk” April use as excuse to leave the conversation

 

“Fine, but know this I know full well your capable of having a full on ass complex conversation. Even when drunk splinter taught us all how to maintain cognitive thinking even under the worst hallucinogens being a bit drunk is same as fully lucid to you” Ralph says with a tone that says this isn’t over yet

 

“Ok just let me sleep it off and Ralph your right” April says with defeat

 

Ralph says “About what”

 

April open her rooms door ”probably everything”

#batman #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #dc #batfamily #dc comics #nightwing #bruce wayne #Match Melone #april o'neil #tmnt x dc #tmnt #Jason Todd x April O'Neil #Ralph TMNT #casey jones #they are alot of trauma and their is alot of back story for April to be uncovered #as well for Jason but you knew that but their's more

[joycew-blog]

Special RnM Ask:

If you were given the opportunity to write one episode dedicated to Rick in a romantic relationship, who would you ultimately pair him with? Why? What would happen, or what sort of plotline would you go with?

Oh jeez, that's a very good question. If it were a sexual relationship it would be one thing, but a romantic one? You've definitely given me food for thought. I think it really depends on where Rick is at in the story. If I were to write it right now (so directly after season 7) I think he's still very busy getting his shit together. He's not stable enough to get in a proper romantic relationship that isn't toxic or won't fall apart. That doesn't mean he can't try to tho! I just don't think it would be something that would work for long term. But if I were to pick a scenario it could either be a random new alien character that he quickly got attached to (like Daphne in season 5) or an existing character that he has a past with. I rather pick existing characters since that's easier for me to imagine and write for. My first thought was Mr Nimbus, but then I also saw a mention somewhere of Curtis which would be a good choice as well. But I prefer to pick Nimbus cause he really deserves more screentime and he has some sort of past with Rick that could be shown in the episode. So if I were to write the episode itself it would start with some sort of peace treaty. Rick bringing back the conch and sort of apologizing in his own Rick-ish way for being a dick. Maybe he even got pushed to do this by his family or therapist. They'll bicker a lot and it looks like it'll end in a fight again, but at the same time Rick brought back the conch which is unusual for him, so they decide to bury the hatchet for now.

Rick didn't know what to do next so, well... why not visit Nimbus' kingdom? It's been a long while and it might be a good start to keep the peace going. Of course knowing both Rick and Nimbus, things get horny real fast and they are having a one-night stand. They both had a great time and that's how the snowball started rolling. Rick visits Nimbus more often and it puts him in a good mood, to the point that even his family starts to get suspicious. Summer starts calling him out for being in 'loooveeeee' and Morty tries to stop her from doing that cause he's happy that Rick's happy. But the seed is planted and now things get too intimate for Rick. And Rick being Rick he of course starts to push Nimbus away. In return Nimbus gets angry and confronts him about it and they start fighting again. During the fight they start screaming what goes through their minds by insulting each other, digging in their personalities etc. Until Rick yells "I can't believe my grandkids think I fucking fell in love with you!" Anddd that made Nimbus stop fighting real fast and he looks at Rick like he's grown two heads. They talk it out and find out that their feelings are mutual; They are not in love, but definitely love to keep hanging out with each other more. They work best as friends with very good benefits.

Maybe it gets a bit fanficy at the end there tho, but I do genuinely believe that their relationship works best as friends in the end.

But! I have a second answer! Like I said before, if Rick were to go in a relationship right now it would not end well. But if I were to look at endgame? Then Birdrick would definitely be on the table! However, I don't think this a relationship that would get build and written in one episode. Rick and BP have a strained relationship right now, they are barely on speaking terms, so I think we should have more episodes of them together in general before they go in a romantic direction. Like Rick meeting Birddaughter, perhaps by rescuing her from the Galactic Federation cause she got caught again. Or maybe she's heard a lot of stories about Rick from the Federation that made her curious. Maybe have BP and Rick reminisce about the past! I'm definitely still curious what music the Flesh Curtains were making. And after allll that buildup we can have an episode where they get together. It could perhaps be more dramatic, like them going on an adventure and things go very wrong! One of them ends up on the verge of dying, which in turn makes the other realize they don't want to live without the other anymore. And things kinda keep going from there.

So I think there's a lot of different possibilities about having a romantic episode with Rick. But it would definitely be a hectic one, since Rick is a dumb-dumb when it comes to feelings and it's definitely an R&M thing to do. And also it would be queer as fuck, no more being sneaky on wither Ricks falls for guys or not! Unless that's already been established in an earlier episode.

(ohmygod this got so long, I wasn't expecting to write a fanfic today)

#rick and morty #nimrick #rickbus #birdrick #text post #ask

[koco-coko]

Sleepy Comforts | OC x Mozart

word count: 788

CW: slight meowzart

tags: fluff, pre-established relationship, sleeping in the same bed, cuddles

authors note: the voices told me to do it. Also yay my first fic with tchai!!!! :3

people: @natimiles @olivermorningstar @lorei-writes (tagging b/c oc and i know they like ocs if you want/dont want to be tagged tell me hehe i promise i'll make a tag post soon)

Some days were a bit harder than others. Almost everyone could attest to that fact, and that was his only comfort to such weakness. For Mozart, it meant days where he had to interact with those rude and uptight nobles for just a bit too long, where he was stuck on a particular verse for hours at a time, or simply having a bad, annoying day. Maybe Arthur spoke too loud or Comte asked if he would attend another ball… Whatever it was, by the evening, he was ready to collapse and sleep for days.

But he had something– someone to look forward to. A certain girl with baby pink hair in two long braids was reading on his bed, resting her legs after a long day of helping the local ballet company rehearse. Just thinking about it, Mozart felt proud. They both still had a long way to go when it came to learning what the word ‘break’ meant, or… self-care… but Tchai was far more receptive than she was before they started dating. Now, even though she'll be aching and clinging to a florally decorated cane or wheelchair, at least she wasn’t hunched over the floor, strumming a cello or viola or other. 

His feet dragged across the floor. He was thankful the rest of the mansion was asleep this late (or out drinking). He wouldn’t want to be caught dead in such a sorry state, especially in front of those teasing authors!

All thought of other men left his mind as he crossed the threshold to his bedroom and locked the door. Mozart was throwing his layers off as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes by the bedside. He was in such a hurry to disrobe he almost forget to notice the girl laying on the bed.

“Good evening, дорогая,” Tchai said, closing her novel and placing it on the bedside. She held a gentle smile as she crawled beside him, resting her head on the familiar nook between his neck and shoulder. She pecked his neck absentmindedly. 

Mozart gazed solely at his partner while he placed his coat on the bedpost beside him. “Why aren’t you asleep?” he whispered, his concern barely concealed under weak annoyance, “It’s late.” Even still, he gently tilted her chin for easier access to a romantic kiss. Tchai slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It wasn’t rushed nor forced, but neither diluted any passion and lust they held for the other.

Tchai giggled between breaths. Mozart could feel her smile against his lips. “I could say the same thing, Wolfy.” Mozart huffed, only to cause Tchai to chuckle more. “And it’s hard to sleep without you. You know that…”

Mozart stilled suddenly, pulling back to look into the lavender eyes of his lover. She watched his violet ones in turn. Maybe it was cliche or lovesick, but the idea of someone waiting for him was far too appealing to a tired mind. Suddenly, the composer melted into his partner’s embrace, his weight entirely on her chest. She accepted him readily. The scent of flowers overwhelmed him in seconds, soothingly so.

“You really are like a little котенок sometimes,” she said. Delicately, she petted every hair in his head, taking extra care with the baby hairs on his neck. She even scratched him in specific spots, the ones she had learned he responded well, too. When he exhaled deeply and hummed, she knew she had done well. 

“Mein liebe,” he murmured into her. Quietly, they both fell back to the mattress and adjusted appropriately, snuggling into each other in such a manner that only experience with the other’s imperfections and curves could teach. “I love you.” Mozart spoke those words like a prayer before he kissed and nipped at her neck. The fellow composer welcomed every devoted and soft lick and pressed against her, cradling him even tighter. The only time her arms and legs untangled from his was to click off the lamp on the bedside. She returned as fast as she could.

Tchai smiled when she heard Mozart’s breathing slow even more, his lashes tickling against the nape of her neck. While she loved the overprotective, jealous, practically needy Mozart during the day, there was something oddly comforting about times like this. When all he craved was her touch and comfort, or he only got by with the idea that she was waiting. It was an ego boost, of course, but after a lifetime of underestimation, it was rewarding to have someone rely on her for once. “I love you, too.” Tchai nuzzled into him one final time, a desperate attempt to be with more of her partner, then closed her eyes while her cheek squished against the top of his head.

#koco talks ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp oc: tchai #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp mozart x tchai #ikevamp fanfic

[codenamesazanka]

as much as i want shigaraki back (PLEASE) it does serve the plot and his last words better if this Mystery Person is just a random guy - one mistreated by their family, missed by Heroes all this time, then left to die in the wreckage of the world.

Shigaraki wanted to destroy everything - and yes, that was partly because of how AFO manipulated his life and cultivated him into the Symbol of Terror - but by the end of MVA, it was truly his genuine conviction, and one reinforced by his bond with the League. They shared his goal (like how Toga still dreamed of the easier world even after Ochako saved her heart). Shigaraki wasn't entirely wrong, the League wasn't entirely wrong, and that was how he wanted to be Hero for the Villains - to destroy the sources of their pain. Quirk Counseling, Heteromorph Discrimination, Abuse, the Hero System, etc. His destruction has turned heroic by the end - it's the famous SMASH by another name and look.

In Chapter 423, Shigaraki reflects that he didn't manage to destroy anything, and his message to Spinner was that he tried, all to the end. Deku, because he's got a brick for a brain, doesn't understand what Shigaraki meant, and tries to tell Shigaraki that he already destroyed it. What does 'it' mean, for Deku? AFO? Hatred? Who knows; it doesn't matter what Deku thinks. What matters is the destruction Shigaraki was talking about - everything he has witnessed in this world. The rejection, the injustices, the sources of suffering. None of it was destroyed, though he and the League had shaken things up. Hence, "it depends on you guys tomorrow."

Hence, Mystery Person. Treating them as a reborn!Tenko feels nice, but is essentially seeing only a Crying Child and caring only because of that. Because if they're not 2(?)-weeks-old Reborn!Tenko, then they're someone who's been suffering for a lot longer than that. They're someone who suffered under the way things were back from before the war started, before the League of Villains ever made a move. If my observations are any bit correct, they're someone who's been mistreated and abandoned, and was unsaved by Heroes all this time. Now the war has ended, things are going back to normal, and people are working for a Bright Future, and all these Heroes are out there, being there for the country... but still not for Mystery Person. No one is there for them, so their first act is to destroy - with trembling hands, they cut away their restraints.

They were (and still is) in the exact circumstances Shigaraki wanted to destroy. They're the exact type of person Shigaraki wanted to be a Hero for.

And it depends on Deku and the others to do something about this, and whether Shigaraki's 'do your best' to Deku meant anything at all.

#nalslastworkingbraincell #i should tag this fanfiction #because it practically is #will be like ​90% wrong about this #oh well #but i'll be sooooo embarrassed if so 😔 #spoilers #bnha spoilers

[mars-ipan]

it's pride month of course i'm going to push my transfem komaeda agenda

#martzipan #nagito komaeda #for those wondering what i hc her pronouns to be: he/she/fae/it. it's a boygirl situation #(btw i do not think she'd change her name. still nagito komaeda just with roughly 50% more girl in there) #ANYWAYS i like. NEVER draw her just Being A Girl bc i think it'd take him YEARRRSS postgame to figure it out #but like. komaeda is transfem. to me <3 #would estrogen have saved her? no. but it would have made things a bit easier #ANYWAYS TRANSFEM MAEDA TRUTHERS WHERE WE AT. I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE #i bet. it would love summer dresses and kitten heels. and SUNHATS OMG #this image in particular is a little trans joy. we all know it. wearing an outfit that makes your gender happy for the first time and going #!!!!! <333 !!!!! #bc it is a really really nice feeling. that i think she deserves to feel #i imagine she'd be nervous at first. especially in a dress. but those nerves would be accompanied by that giddiness #ANYWAYS transfem maeda the truth thank you and goodnight