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journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 5

summary: amidst the ordeal both you and Ao’nung had to deal with, he began opening up about something that forced you to make some difficult decisions, and with that, comes with a frightening realisation and discovery that you were not sure how to deal with.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 3.6k

warnings: depictions of intensive military training, swearing, whaling, animal cruelty, betrayal.

taglist: @jakesully-sbabygirl @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eywas-heir @myh3artttt @sweetirilly @fanboyluvr @henhouse-horrors @ghostlyworld @bratsukisworld @yevyyevs @erensbbg @zoetrope1997 @phoenixgurl030

a/n: apologies due to the long wait! I swear, I’m not going on a hiatus, the workload has been crazy for me this month and I also got caught up in other things. thank you so much for the support shown on the previous chapters, and I hope you will enjoy this chapter as much as the rest of it!~

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The chances of attaining self-autonomy had you feeling hopeful after Thomas’ promise on getting you and Ao’nung off the ship, away from the RDA’s radical authority, as it seemed. Though it wasn’t easy putting your trust in someone who worked directly for the organisation, it was your best shot at the current moment. You still held room for doubt in case this all backfired on you, which could help you notice any signs of betrayal as soon as suspicions of it fills your gut.

Ao’nung himself, while still sulking from time to time, and occasionally showing signs of aggression towards the staff if they pissed him off enough, he still somewhat kept his word when it came to being on his best behaviour. He was still getting roughed up here and there, you would sometimes be greeted with the sight of bruises on his body, but not as bad and dreadful as before, though it still made your heart clench in hurt and disappointment.

You, on the other hand, were forced to undergo some military training, and you had been going at it for a couple weeks. Never in your life would you have seen yourself in military gear, running laps on a massive battleship, having completing obstacle courses within a timespan of fifteen minutes, or even shooting your very first gun.

And of course, you had to be assigned to the most unforgiving and ruthless teachers ever. Who else would it be other that the colonel himself as well as that bubblegum-blowing bitch of a soldier, Z-Dog. Her temper and attitude clearly showcased why she was even given that nickname in the first place.

“Damn, could you be any slower, runt? Even my grandmother runs faster than that!” Z-Dog chastised as she watched you finish your final lap of the day.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her as you struggled to catch your breath while supporting yourself on your knees. They made you run ten laps first thing in the morning and had the actual audacity to look at you like you were crazy to even feel tired from that. A wet and cold sensation jolted you out of your rest as the colonel decided the best thing to get you going again was to pour a bottle of water onto your head. While it did give you the refreshing recharge that you needed, your irritation couldn’t be more evident than it was now.

“Now, now, sweetheart. Enough with that grump face. You still have that to complete.” Quaritch instructed as he pointed behind you, to which you look back, only to have the dread seep back into your soul as your eyes landed upon the jungle gym of an obstacle course that was waiting to be completed.

“You might as well tell me to swim with sharks.” you thought to yourself before reluctantly jogging to your next course.

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A whistle was blown loud and clear, signalling to everyone in the vicinity that it was break time, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. The training had you drenched in sweat and smelling like sea water, and the next thing that you were looking forward to was a nice warm meal after a refreshing steam shower. You were promptly escorted back into your cell to freshen up, and had your lunch slipped into your room.

Just as you were about to dig in, Ao’nung had just returned from his own form of training, where he had to endure rather long hours of interrogation as well as lessons in the English language. Sure, he picked up some words here and there, just enough to get people off his back, but overall, he had no interest in fully learning the language of the sky demons.

“Ao’nung! You’re back! How did it go?” you called out to as you took a bite from your food.

“Hated it so much. The tawtute tried teaching his native tongue and had me speak it too.” Ao’nung complained, picking up a piece of fruit from the basket provided.

“Well, did you at least learn something from it?”

“There were things like ‘please’, ‘help’, ‘hello’ and ‘yes’. I don’t remember the rest.”

“Haha, yeah, learning a language isn’t really all that fun.”

The both of you continued to chat and bond over the strenuous training that these bastards put you through while also eating your meals together. The atmosphere really lightened up every time you met up with Ao’nung. He made the whole experience of being here just a little bit more pleasant despite your circumstances, to the point where you could really see him as a friend, perhaps a lifelong one.

After your meals were finished, you set your tray aside, allowing yourself to stretch your muscles and relax a little bit.

“You seem to be feeling more comfortable here.” Ao’nung piped up.

“Hmm, not exactly, but you got to find some peace amongst chaos, no?” you replied.

“I try, but my home is my only peace, it seems. Too many demon tools here and it is cold, too. Also, everyone is so loud, all this noise is making me dizzy.”

“I bet there’s so much beauty to witness, where you’re from.”

“There really is. The crystal clear waters, the wildlife, the magnificent floras, especially the Cove of Ancestors. The most sacred part of my clan, the Metkayina.”

Seeing Ao’nung gush about the wonders of his home was a really heart-warming sight to see as he spoke in almost a child-like manner, as if he just found something fascinating and wanted to share it with the world. You wished you could say the same for Mother Earth. A once great planet that was painted with azure and emerald, enriched with countless years of history, roamed by luscious floras and wonderful faunas, now polluted by the destruction of man. An abundant of terran animals and plants went extinct many years ago, even way before the colonisation of Pandora took place. The fact that your own kind are seeking out a moon and possibly other planets to destroy had you feeling dejected and disappointed. Why couldn’t humans live a peaceful and harmonious life, and appreciate nature just like how the Na’vi did? Sure, there wasn’t a way for humans to directly connect with nature, but the least that could’ve been done was to preserve the wonders of other living things, and be grateful for their very existence.

“Once a year, our spirit brothers and sisters come to our village, to celebrate the annual return for the tulkun festival. We would sing so many beautiful songs and swim beside each other. I always had so much fun with my spirit brother every year.” Ao’nung beamed as he reminisced those happy times.

“I don’t doubt that for a second. Have you celebrated it this year?” you asked, eager to know more about the Na’vi way of life.

“Yes, I did. Just a day before I was… you know. Although, this time, I didn’t get to see my spirit brother.”

“Oh. Why is that? Could he not make it?”

“I’m not sure, and I’m a bit worried. He had never missed a single return. I did ask other tulkuns about him, but all of them told me the last they saw him was a day before, and said that he was on his way to the Ice Point.”

The Ice Point. Looking back onto your parents’ journals and textbooks, not much was known about it, except for the fact that it had one of the deadliest temperatures, possibly in all of Pandora. There had been attempts at exploring the Ice Point in the past, but all of them failed due to the harsh conditions that the location brought. Many lives were perished during the expedition, which led to the RDA ordering an immediate retreat from the area.

“But, the air and ocean is at it’s coldest there, no? Why would he go there?” you asked worriedly.

“Not for tulkuns. They have strong bodies, and are able to withstand the harshest of temperature. Very few times would any Na’vi venture to the Ice Point, as it can be unbearable to linger too long. For humans like you, it is only a matter of time before death comes.” Ao’nung explained. “But tulkuns only swim to the Ice Point when a threat presents itself. That’s what I’m concerned with. What was he trying to escape?”

As worry continues to loom over him, Ao’nung turned around to walk towards his bed for some well-deserved rest. As he stood tall and broad, you couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that he adorned from the left side of his face which trailed to his chest, arm, back and leg. The designed was very intricate and detailed, considering that Na’vi technology was pretty primitive.

“That’s… a really nice tattoo you got there.” you commented as you admired the artwork.

“Oh, thank you. These tell stories of my life. I got the first one on my face, which signifies my coming-of-age ceremony.” Ao’nung proudly explained as he pointed towards the left side of his face. “But the one that means the most to me is the one on my thigh. This signifies the place I met my spirit brother.”

Though, for whatever reason, you couldn’t shake off the gut feeling that you saw that particular design on his thigh before, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly when and where you saw it. Even without a concrete reason, a sinister chill shivered down your spine, an uneasiness brewing cold in your heart.

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Next morning came by before you knew it, and here you were, in Dr. Aragon’s private laboratory, undergoing your weekly medical examination. He had you jogging on a treadmill for about thirty minutes at this point to test your endurance, and although you hate to admit it, you had Colonel Quaritch and his squad to thank for that. Thomas was right next to you, taking notes of your condition while giving you a look, indicating to you that he had some viable information to spill. But all that was cut short with Dr. Aragon piping up.

“Alright, it’s time to wrap things up here! Off of that runner, gal, and take a seat.”

“Yes, sir.” you switched off the treadmill and went over to sit on one of the lab stools.

“So far, you’ve been quite the stunner when it comes to your physicality. I’m impressed with how far you’ve come in your training with the colonel and all.” Dr. Aragon noted as he took of the nitrile gloves and chucking them into a bin. “Though, I’m going to need to see some more useful information. While the last video logs we had you do was somewhat notifying, it really wasn’t producing any leads for us.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m trying my best to talk to him in a way that doesn't rouse any suspicion. I’m still getting used to choosing the right words.”

“Well, it’s not fast enough for us. Our stock on amrita is running low, and the demand is getting urgent. If I don’t see any more from you, consider our next meeting your permanent sign off from the programme.” Dr. Aragon sternly lectured as he turned away to walk out the lab.

“W-Wait! There was something.” you exclaimed as you ran up to him. “Ao’nung mentioned something about the tulkuns and the Ice Point.”

Dr. Aragon turned back to you stared at you with a judgmental gaze.

“Oh really? And what else?” he noted.

“There’s also something about the tattoo on his thigh.”

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After sharing everything you had with Dr. Aragon, he left you alone with Thomas to go meet up with Quaritch to discuss the information you had conveyed, which leaves you sitting on one of the lab tables with your head hung low in shame and guilt as Thomas went over your vitals.

“Please tell me this feeling is only temporary and it will pass with time.” you mumbled pathetically without looking up.

“Sorry to break it to you, but nope. You’ll be thinking about this very moment for as long as you live. No one ever forgets their first act of betrayal, even if it’s in good intention.” Thomas just replied honestly. He knew that even though this wasn’t the truth you wanted to hear, he figured he shouldn’t sugar-coat the full experience of it. “Now, as much as this sucks, we need to focus on the task at hand. Save the moping for later, ‘cause I got something that you’re going to need to know.”

Now that managed to get you to perk your head up and hop off the table in anticipation, instinctively grabbing Thomas’ arm, eager to know what trick he had up his sleeve.

“Please! Tell me what you’ve found so far.”

Thomas gave a light chuckle before directing you towards his section of the lab, which had a big computer screen which allowed him to pull whatever file he needed to examine.

“We’ll start off by pulling up Ao’nung’s full profile right here to get a good look of his tattoos.” Thomas remarked as he opened up the file with just a swipe of his finger. “You mentioned that this one on his thigh indicates the possible location of his first meeting with his tulkun, yes?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure which location contains a symbol like that, or if it even is one in the first place.” you replied.

“Well then, let’s do a little thinking outside the box. Maybe we don’t put our attention on the design first.” Thomas then did another swipe which then showed the map of Pandora’s oceans.

“What are we looking for?”

“I’m seeing if any of these islands match the shape of the tattoo, and mind you, there are like hundreds of these, some Metkayina and some Ta’unui. We’re going to be here a while.”

“Then why don’t we just focus on the Metkayina ones? That would cut down our work by almost half, right?”

“It would, but unfortunately, not all the islands have been explored thoroughly. We don’t know for sure if they belong to either clan, or if it’s just uninhabited.”

“Hmm...” you hummed in deep thought as you searched your mind for any possible solutions. “Do we have any info on which Metkayina islands are frequently visited or have the most activity detected? There’s a chance we could find the shape that matches the tattoo a lot quicker.”

“That... could be a good start.”

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Three hours later…

“There! That one looks like the closest match.” you exclaimed in excitement as you pointed towards an island on the screen.

Thomas immediately drew his eyes towards the island and his expression matched yours. Both of you jumped up and hugged each other in a mini celebration as the key to this whole thing was nearly unveiling.

“This is awesome! Now we just need to track its distance from the Ice Point and we can finally set the plan in place.” Thomas explained enthusiastically.

“I’m sorry, we haven’t really discussed what this plan really is? Mind filling me in on it?” you prodded.

Thomas then pulled up another file which required a password to open it. Once it was entered, a whole string of information revealed itself and you gave it a quick analysis, but it just left you baffled with even more questions than before.

“What’s all this? It’s just a bunch of code.”

“That is because we are in on this together, remember? I can’t have anyone else listening in on our plan or finding out about it. Hence why I made up a bunch of code words and symbols so in case this gets revealed, deciphering it is going to buy us some time.”

“For what exactly?”

“For the off chance we get thrown back in our cells.” Thomas specified as he began having all the information printed out. He also reached into his drawer for a small device and quickly handed it to you. “Unfortunately, it’s almost time for me to send you back, and it’s going to be a lengthy process to explain the plan and decipher the coded documents. But not to worry, ‘cause I have everything pre-recorded right in this earpiece, so once you’re in bed, put on the earpiece and listen while you read them. I’ll sneak them in later along with your dinner tonight.”

You nodded frantically as you tried your best to absorb every instruction that he was giving you. Now was not the time to be hasty or reckless, as one wrong move even for a split second could backfire horribly for everyone involved, you couldn’t afford a single slip up to happen in your watch.

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You returned to your cell and was about to greet Ao’nung like usual when you found him sound asleep on his giant bed, with a thin blanket wrapped tightly around him. You were guessing the air conditioner was on blast mode considering he was still slightly shivering from the cold despite being bundled up.

You know you shouldn’t, and you do feel slightly weird for doing so, but he seemed so at peace and serene in his slumber, you couldn’t help but study his features, and before you even realised what you were doing, you found yourself moving closer to the glass barrier separating you two to get a better look of him.

The way his voluminous curls mostly cascaded around his shoulders and down his back, with a few defined strands framing his face. The tattoo on the left side of it was perfectly etched according to his bone structure, adding the extra touch to his already masculine features, making him that much more...

Beautiful...

...and handsome.

Warm and flushed cheeks.

A quick beating heart.

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Metallic clanks interrupted your quiet trance, causing you to look towards the source of the noise, just to see Thomas standing outside your cell with a tray in hand, and under it was the envelope that held the coded documents. It looked like he was stifling his laughter, which flustered you even more.

“Just hurry up and get in here!” you whispered-yelled at him as to not wake the sleeping prince across from you.

“You should’ve seen that dreamy look you had on your face. Who knew you had a thing for our great giant here?” Thomas teased as he handed you your dinner with the envelope still under it.

“Whatever. It’s just a little crush,and he’s a little bit good-looking, nothing’s going to come from it.” You began eating your late dinner. “Care to give me a little preview of what I’m about to hear?”

“I won’t say too much. Just that we got a little extra helping hands on our side. Also, after you’re done listening, you can hide the envelope under the tile in the far right corner of your cell.” You shot him a puzzled look as your chewing paused. “Oh. I used to hide trinkets that Zäpe gave me in there.”

At that, Thomas stood up and left your cell, leaving you to your own thoughts. After finishing your meal, you pushed your tray to a corner and quietly took out the documents from the envelope, bringing it to bed. You then placed the earpiece firmly and pressed on the button. As soon as you did that, you could Thomas’ voice ringing through it.

“Okay, so now that you’ve got your hands on those documents, I want you to listen well and listen good. I’ve got a lot of crucial information that you’re going to want to know, so I cannot afford even a single moment of distraction. The papers are already organised in order, you should know when to turn the page.”

You skimmed your eyes over the documents as Thomas explained every part of the codes. You did your best to memorise every single detail of it, making sure that nothing got past you. The more you listened, the more amazed you were at the thought of Thomas risking so much just to overturn the RDA, you wondered how he even managed to do all of this without rousing any suspicion, but you felt that it was best not to pry.

But one thing was for certain.

You weren’t going to go down without a fight.

You were going to ensure that Ao’nung makes it out of here alive.

Even if that meant at the cost of your life.

After listening to Thomas’ recording, you decided that it was time to call it a day and get some well-deserved rest. You were hiding the envelope in the spot Thomas showed you when you heard Ao’nung turned over in his sleep, which caused his blanket to slip off slightly, revealing his tattooed thigh.

As soon as you laid eyes on the design once more, the memory of seeing it before suddenly hit you out of the blue, as if you had been hit by a fret train. You began sweating bullets at the realisation.

But nothing made you more enraged until you walked past a window that allowed you an outside view of the ship, where you could see a gargantuan creature, twice the size of the now extinct blue whale, being held in a large drilling station. Its large mouth was propped open by heavy machinery, and you got a clear view of the roof of it.

That tulkun…

“What’s happening to that animal?”

…had the same tattoo…

“They’re drilling a hole through the roof of its mouth.”

…where they first met…

…

…Ao’nung’s spirit brother.

How were you supposed to break that kind of news?

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a/n: ooh, it seems things are starting to tense up immensely! wonder what’s going to happen next? I’ll see you on the next update, and thank you for reading, as always!~

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highreevess · 2 years

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The Marsh

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of rape, disposing of a body, unprotected sex, sub!reader dub-con, choking, outdoor sex, knife play, blood play, pain play, a bit of fear play.

Summary: Rafe catches the reader standing near the marsh, mere feet away from where he dumped a body just a few moments ago. Scared that she saw what he did, he heads for her and tries to kill her, but he soon finds that she is worth quite a lot more alive than dead.

Word count: 3,564

"Just. Fucking. Move," I hiss through gritted teeth as I drag the body below me further toward the alligator-infested water. Though my boyfriend, Johny, was never buff or tall, he sure weighs a ton. It feels like I'm pulling a fucking whale.

But, it's worth it. Because if I don't get Johny into the water, I'm going to jail for murder.

Even if the little fucker deserved it.

Letting his body fall into the mud below me, I place my hands on my knees and intake a series of breaths. God, I need to work out.

Once I catch my breath, I reach down and grab the ends of the trash bag my boyfriend's chopped-up body is in. I bend my knees and begin pulling again.

Thankfully, I am only about ten feet away from the water, so I manage to get to it without having to take yet another break.

Though it would have been much easier to just drive my boyfriend's car close to the water, it wouldn't have been smart. Not only would I have left tire tracks in the mud near the marsh, but I would have gotten mud on the car as well. If someone were to come across the body of Johny, then the cops would be called, and they could easily trace the tire tracks in the mud to Johny's car. And though that would not convince them of my guilt alone, it would sure as hell make me more of a suspect. After all, the first person suspected of murder is always the lover of the victim.

But I would hardly call this piece of shit a victim.

If hitting me wasn't enough, cheating on me was. This little fucker thought because I didn't leave him after he hit me, I would let him fuck another bitch—my sister of all fucking people.

Boy was he wrong.

I'm no Lana Myers, but killing him was fairly easy. He was drunk on beer—fucking lightweight—and I just slit his throat with the butter knife that was on the table. He didn't die from that because a butter knife doesn't cut deep, so I had to grab a butcher knife from the kitchen. He tried to fight me, but because he was highly intoxicated, he could barely walk straight, let alone win a fight.

I stabbed him in the heart with the butcher knife and then cut his body into little pieces before tossing him into a black trash bag. Then, I put that bag into another one and that one into another one.

Once I was sure that the bags would hold the weight of his body and wouldn't leak, I began cleaning the apartment. Because he had hardwood floors, I was able to clean his blood with ease. Once I cleaned up all the blood with rags, which are currently in the garage bag I'm pulling, I mixed bleach and water together before pouring it onto the surfaces that were covered in blood. I let that sit for twenty minutes before wiping down the surfaces again. Once that was done, I grabbed the trash bag filled with my boyfriend and hauled it downstairs and into the trunk of his car.

And now, I'm here, knee-deep in the water of the marsh, looking around me so I do not become a gator's next meal.

I pull at him one final time, and the trash bag finally falls into the water. I quickly move to the other side of it and push it further into the water. Once it's about eight feet away from the shore, I get out of the water and go back to where I was before.

I watch the water for a few moments to make sure that the garbage bag does not somehow float back to the shore. I don't know what my boyfriend's body fat percentage was, but it's very likely that the trash bag will float instead of sink. Johny wasn't a fat man, but he wasn't fit either, meaning he probably has enough fat on his body—what's left of it—to make him float in water.

After a few minutes of watching the trash bag in the water, I check the time on my boyfriend's phone. When I see that it is about one in the morning, I smile and toss his phone into the water. I take a final look at what remains of my boyfriend before turning around and walking away from the water.

I make my way away from the mud that I stand in and head for the road near the marsh paved by gravel. Unfortunately, I had to park my boyfriend's car there because there was no way I would've been able to lug his body to the marsh from the road paved with cement. It's over a mile.

I have the gravel on my boyfriend's tires, so I'll have to change the tires either today or tomorrow in case his body is found. If his car is traced back to the gravel near the marsh, I'll be made a suspect.

My thoughts about tying up loose ends cease when a large, warm hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen, and a scream leaves my lips in shock, but the large hand on my mouth muffles it.

My arms immediately flail, and I try to jerk my head out of my assailant's grasp, but it's no use. The person behind me is strong and agile.

My assailant encircles his arm around my waist and pulls me away from the gravel road we're on and toward the marsh. I flail my arms and kick as best I can, but my attempts are futile.

After a few moments of being dragged toward the marsh, I am turned around and shoved into a tree, the left side of my face getting roughly smashed into the bark.

"What did you see?" a deep voice snarls into my ear.

My eyes widen at the man's words, and my eyebrows furrow. I'm the one who just dumped a body into the water, and this unknown man is asking me what I saw?

I try my best to speak to the man behind me, but the hand over my mouth makes my words muffled and incoherent.

I flail my arms around in an attempt to silently tell him to take his hand off my fucking mouth, and eventually, he understands. He leans in and whispers lowly into my ear, "Don't bother screaming. No one will hear," before removing his hand from my mouth.

Intaking a small breath, I answer, "I didn't see anything. Now, let me go, asshole." A person who just saw someone do something bad would not insult them, so my insulting him might make him believe my words.

"And how do I know you aren't lying?" he whispers into my ear, his slightly frantic tone gone.

"You don't," I snarl. Though showing him the garbage bag filled with my boyfriend's remains would assure him that I won't go to the cops for whatever he thinks I saw, it would give him leverage over me. Not only could he get me arrested, but he could use my crime against me in other ways.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you," he snarls, and I roll my eyes. Snarling at him, I lift my foot from the ground and stomp it down on his own, causing a groan to escape his throat. I then elbow the man behind me in the gut, which gives me just enough space to turn around so I can face him. "Because you can't. Go home before you embarrass yourself." I just butchered my boyfriend for cheating on me; if this idiot thinks I won't snap his neck and throw his body in with Johny's, then he's mistaken.

His light eyes narrow at my retort, but he doesn't seem angry, and he should considering I just hurt him.

"You're a feisty thing, aren't you?" he asks, his eyes trailing down my body. My eyebrows furrow at his words. "Excuse me?"

Meeting my gaze, his eyes narrow, and he takes a step forward, but this time, he isn't trying to hurt me. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in the marsh this night?" Eyes trailing down my body again, he continues, "alone. Unprotected." His hand raises, and he begins to trail his index finger down my chest, which is only covered by a thin top that hugs my body.

"I think we can come up with a way for you to earn your freedom," he tells me, the corner of his lips kicking up.

My eyes widen at his implication, and I slap his hand away. "Are you fucking insane? I'm not going to let you fuck me. You want to get laid? Hire a hooker. I'm not one," I scoff.

"Then you die," he simply says, and I scoff again. "You do realize blackmailing a woman into sex is rape, right?" I ask, tilting my head to the side just a bit. I may have just butchered my boyfriend, but murder and rape are two very different things.

"That's if you don't enjoy it," he counters, the corner of his lips kicking up.

"Enjoyment isn't consent."

"Physical enjoyment isn't because that isn't controllable, but mental enjoyment is. You can't control that," he says, taking a step closer. Our chests are pressing together now, and I have to crane my neck upward to meet his gaze. I don't know how tall this man is, but he's at least six foot two.

"And what makes you think I would mentally enjoy being blackmailed into sex?" I ask, almost laughing at the idea.

He shrugs. "You never know until you try it." I go to say something, but my words are cut off when the man in front of me grabs my chin in between his fingers. "Make your choice."

"Fuck you."

He smirks. "Good choice."

My eyes widen when I realize what he means, but before I can say something, I am turned around and shoved into the tree I was against just a few minutes ago. One of the man's hands is around the back of my neck, whereas the other one is sliding up my thigh until it reaches under my skirt. He toys with my black panties before sliding them out of the way.

I go to say something, but when I feel him press his fingers against my clit, my mouth gapes, and a breath escapes my lips.

He begins rubbing tight circles into my clit, and my hands move to grab the bark of the tree I'm against.

"Still don't want me?" the man behind me asks, chuckling lowly into my ear.

"I don't want you."

He chuckles again and says, "Then why are you getting wet?" I feel two fingers slide inside of me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip to stop the sounds that threaten to escape my throat.

But when he curls his two fingers inside of me, a moan slips free, and I hear him chuckle. "Thought you didn't want me?" he taunts into my ear.

"Shut up," I snarl, embarrassed that I'm enjoying this, and not just physically. He just chuckles into my ear and says, "You want me?"

I want to say no, but I haven't been fucked good in over a year. Johny lasted three minutes at most and couldn't find the clit if I gave him a map and a G.P.S.

"You want me?" he repeats, his lips grazing the lobe of my ear. I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my answer. He knows my answer is yes. That's why he's asking me. That's why he's still touching me.

"It's okay," he says in my ear, removing his fingers from me. "I already know you do." I go to turn around but stop when I feel something sharp at my neck. I gasp when I realize that it's the sharp end of a blade.

"Don't worry," the man behind me whispers. "I'll only cut you if you're bad." I hear something unzip, and before I can even figure out what the sound is, I am impaled on something big and hard. A gasp escapes my lips because of the stretch, and the man behind me laughs darkly in my ear. "Don't worry. It'll fit."

He roughly works his way inside of me, giving me little time to adjust to his large size, and I find myself digging my nails into the bark of the tree until my fingertips bleed.

"Fuck you're tight," he groans, grabbing my hip with his free hand. "Can barely fuckin' fit."

"Shut up and fuck me," I snarl, rolling my eyes. Though his dirty talk is turning me on, I want to get fucked more than I want to hear it.

I feel a small burning pain in my neck, and I gasp. It takes me a moment to realize that he cut me with the knife he has at my throat.

"Watch your tone," he snarls lowly into my ear.

Digging his fingers further into my hip, he begins picking up the pace of his rough thrusts, pulling out and impaling me on his long, thick cock over and over again.

His rough thrusts also make it harder for him to stop the blade from cutting into my neck, so every few seconds, he nicks me with the knife, but I can't even find it in myself to care. The little pricks of pain only make the pressure coiling in my stomach stronger.

"Touch yourself," he demands roughly. My eyes widen at his dirty request, and I turn my head so that I can meet his gaze. My neck is cut with the knife when I do, but I barely even notice.

When I meet his gaze, I find myself finally taking note of his features. Though it's dark, I can still make out his light hair; it's either light brown or dark blond, and I can make out his eyes, which are light as well—blue or green. I also make out his perfectly shaped lips, which are more inviting than they should be considering he was threatening to kill me ten minutes ago.

"I said touch your fucking cunt," he snarls, and my eyes widen at the harshness of his tone. "Don't think I won't hurt you if you defy me," he threatens, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he means it.

So, swallowing, I remove one of my hands from the tree and bring it downward. I reach between my thighs and feel just how wet I am before pressing my fingers to my clit. I begin to rub tight circles into it, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Good girl," he says.

My eyes flutter closed at the praise, and my head falls back into the man's shoulder. "Fuck."

He chuckles, and I feel something move against my neck. When I open my eyes, I see him with the blade that was at my neck in front of his face. He laps up the blood on it with his tongue, and my pussy clenches at the sight.

When he sees my gaping mouth and wide eyes, his head tilts. He smirks before grabbing my hair and smashing his lips to mine. He forces his tongue into my mouth and makes me taste my blood. And I moan when I taste it.

He smiles against my lips and continues kissing me, using his tongue to explore every inch of my mouth.

Once he finishes tasting my mouth, his lips leave my own and glide down to my jaw, where he leaves skilled, bloody kisses.

I crane my neck backward so I can give him better access to my jaw, and he smirks against my skin when I do.

Slowly, he works his way away from my jaw and down to the skin of my neck. For a moment, he just kisses the side of my neck, but once that moment is up, he decides to move to the front of my neck, which is where all of the cuts from the blade are.

When I feel his lips come close to one of the cuts, I try to back away, but he just pulls my hair and forces my head and neck to stay where they are.

He licks a stripe across one of the cuts on my neck and laps up the blood, groaning as he does so. "Fuck you're sweet," he tells me, closing his lips around one of the small cuts. He begins to suck on it, and for a moment, I don't understand why. But when he groans and says, "So fucking sweet," I realize that he's trying to suck out more of my blood.

I know I should be disgusted, but I'm not. The only thing I feel in this moment is lust and a need to cum.

And he's not fucking me as hard as he was a few moments ago because he's too preoccupied with my blood, which makes me whine against him. "Please," I beg, touching his cock with my fingers. "Harder."

He leaves my neck and cranes his neck forward so that he can look at me. "You want me to fuck you, little one?" I immediately nod my head, and the corner of his lips kicks up. "Ask, and you shall receive."

Dropping the blade he has to the ground, he grabs both of my hips with his hands and shoves my front into the tree. He gives me no warning before he increases his pace and fucks me with enough strength to force me to hold on to the tree in front of me. "Oh God," I breathe, burying my face into the bark.

"Take a deep breath," the man behind me orders, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I obey. Once he hears me intake a deep breath, his right hand leaves my hip and wraps around my throat, his fingers digging into my neck hard enough to stop me from breathing.

My eyes widen when my air is cut off, and I instinctively reach up to remove his hand from my throat. He just laughs at my attempt. "Don't worry. I won't kill you. As long as you be good and cum on my cock, you'll walk out of here without a scratch."

Though the implication that he'll hurt me if I don't cum should repulse me, it doesn't. It scares me, yes, but my fear is only turning myself on.

"Keep touching yourself, pretty thing," he tells me, and I give him a weak nod before moving my fingers to my clit. I begin to rub tight circles into it, and the man behind me hums in satisfaction. "Such an obedient little thing."

The pressure in my lower stomach begins to strengthen, and my breathing quickens. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath, my pussy clenching.

The man behind me groans and releases his grip on my throat enough to let me breathe. "Fuck, don't do that."

My eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"Clench around me like a damn vice, fuck."

"I can't help it," I admit, involuntarily tightening around him again.

"You about to cum?" he asks, and I nod my head. He lowers his head so that it is next to my ear. "Better take a deep breath then."

I obey, and he tightens his fingers around my throat until I can no longer get air into my lungs. He also changes his angle and fucks me in a way that makes his cock hit that one spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.

That's all it takes for the pleasure coiling in my stomach to snap. My head falls onto the shoulder of the man behind me, and I cum with a loud cry, my eyes fluttering closed in absolute pleasure.

He continues to fuck me at a brutal, punishing pace as I ride through my high, and all I can do is hold onto the tree with my hand and whimper.

When my high finally ends, my eyes open, and I look up at him. His bottom lip is in between his teeth, and his head is tilted back.

Only a few seconds later, a low groan escapes his lips, and I feel something shoot inside of me. My eyes widen when I realize that he is cumming inside of me, but I don't say anything. I just watch him as he groans in pleasure.

For a few moments, we just stand here catching our breaths, but eventually, the man inside of me opens his eyes and meets my gaze.

Smirking, he wipes something off of my mouth before bringing his thumb—his bloody thumb—to his own mouth. He sucks the blood off before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "See you around, pretty thing."

With that, he pulls out of me and slides my panties back over my cunt. He then pulls up and zips his pants before walking away from me and disappearing into the night.

Intaking a deep breath, I regain my composure and lean against the tree I was just fucked against. "Holy shit."

Taglist: @phildunphyisadilf

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dawn-petrichor-world · 1 year

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Prank and delivery

Summary: You're pregnant and have to spend the last weeks at home but boredom drives you nuts. You decide to prank Jax instead of rest.

A/N: it was supposed to be a short drabble. It's my third drabble for the SOA universe and first long drabble wrote with +1000 words not proofread.

I send a imagine to @soaharleys but then (again) I wrote down my thoughts. Hope you don't mind.

Warning: pregnant!reader, stubborn!reader, worried!Jax, water breaks.

It’s been weeks or months you’re stuck in bed not allowed to move and it’s driving you crazy. The only things you can do are walking for some minutes, taking a shower only with assistance but as time flies your health gets better slowly and you’re pretty sure you will end up completely unable to get up from the bed. So it’s better to enjoy the moment.

- “I’m bored. Come, pick me up. I have to go to the club.” you require on the phone.

- “You are not allowed to get out the bed.” Reminds you Juice.

- "You're wrong! I’m allowed to walk, I’m allowed to go out. So pick me up now or I’ll drive there.”

- “If you do this and Jax found out I didn’t help you, he will cut me in pieces.” He replies before hanging out.

Ten minutes later, Juice arrives and drives you to the club with a pout expression all time long.

-“Stop sulking! He doesn’t have to make a scene. I will tell him I threatened you or more exactly you’re here for nothing to happen to me, so if he puts a finger on you I’ll cut it.” You try to reassure him.

At the club, everyone is in shock to see you there and wonders about your health, the baby, etc. Gemma cuts them off and clears the path for you to go in. You sit on the couch, Juice gives you a glass of water that you drink in one shot.

After spending many times at home, watching TV shows, movies, documentaries, etc you need action. Staying at home and laying on the bed is a torture and painful. You end up with an idea and share it with everyone and beg for help or more exactly you’re threatening them to stay there, to turn their life like hell and make sure Jax releases his frustration and his wrath on them.

It’s funny when people are nicer and scared to upset a pregnant woman and it’s delightful to play with that.

A bike’s revving outside and stops next to the door. A handsome tall blonde man stops in the doorframe when he sees you and takes off the helmet slowly, thinking you are a hallucination but you’re really there with a huge smile on your face.

- “Love! What are you doing here? Is there something wrong with the baby?” he asks you worried and while he's removing the glove with his teeth to touch your enormous belly with his bare hand.

- “I’m fine but I needed to socialise.”

- “I would've called your friends and invited them to see you.”

- “I want to see people somewhere else with me stuck in the bed, looking like a dead whale on the beach.”

- “You are a sexy whale.” He corrects you with a smile.

- “You are not supposed to say she’s a whale unless you want to die.” Says quietly Gemma who takes her son’s stuff.

Then you explain to him why you are there. At home, most of the time Teller sees you watching interior design shows, so your sudden desire is not surprising but the club is not the place to redecorate. Using the baby card is your last chance, that doesn’t really work this time but you don’t care because the others are with you.

Days after days you go to the club to talk about your plan and even call some engineers, once physically there, with Gemma all of you discuss in privacy in the meeting room.

Friday, Jax is completely freaking out when he sees workers with the materials fully ready to destroy everything but you stop them before the first sledgehammer smatches the wall. Confused your lover looks at you to try to understand and you sign him up people behind him who try not to laugh.

- “You gotta be kidding! That’s a prank!" He finally understands and says with relief.

- “Not entirely a prank. I still want a room for kids here. I know it’ll be cool. So I talk with everybody and before you ask, yes, they were real engineers and they are real workers but I paid them to act and they did it great. Next time they will destroy the wall for sure."

Everyone laughs and makes fun of Jax who clearly went through different stages of mind but when your water breaks, that one wasn’t expected.

He starts to panic, the baby is coming too early and you suppose to be at home in bed to rest, he screams at people around both of you but you grab his shirt that ripped and yell at him because the contractions to stop screaming on them, to breathe and you remind him there is a bag in his bedroom that his mother prepared and puts there months ago, just in case.

At the hospital things are completely different, it’s another kind of level. You are growling like an animal and whining because of the pain and when Jax tries to act nicely it annoys you at all points.

The nurses are perfect, total angels even when you curse at them or cry because of your behaviour. But the atmosphere changes once you deliver the baby and the nurse has to take her without presenting you and with a concerned face disappears without saying anything. You completely freak out and try to stand up but Jax stops you with the help of the others personal healthcare.

Once in your room, someone knocks at the door and a sweaty and whispering voice wakes you up. A nurse pushes something with a baby in it.

- “The baby is a little tired of all the effort. We had to make sure she’ll be fine, we put her in, so don’t need to worry.”

- “She!” Jax, Gemma and you say at once.

- “What is the name of the warrior?”

- “Brooklyn,” starts Jax.

- “Cordelia,” you continue.

- “Brooklyn Cordelia Teller Morrow.” answers Gemma.

You sob and put your hands on your mouth to choke the noise, Gemma rubs your shoulder and kisses your head while Jax talks with the nurse who tilts her head. Then she opens the glass bed, carries Brook and puts her on your chest. The feeling between happiness and sadness is a mess but you don't move. She looks like a shrimp but she’s so beautiful that makes your heart melts in your chest.

Jax cries too but his tears are pure joy, someone else knocks at the door and Clay walks in with Abel in his arms Jax gets him back and presents the baby to the big brother.

- “Say hi to your little sister, Brooklyn.”

- “Hello.” He says that makes you laugh, and he even kisses her on her head.

A flash blinds you but you understand what's going on, you wipe your eyes to clear your sight and furrow your eyebrows upset.

- “You’re beautiful.” Says Gemma.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists

#SOA #Sons of Anarchy #Jax Teller #Gemma #Juice #Jax Teller x reader #Gemma x reader #Juice x reader

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eveandtheturtles · 9 months

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Summer Surprise Part 4

Summary: Vacations are drawing to an end, time for the final shenanigans.

Warning: suggestive shit talking

Rating: M (or high T lol)

Ships: Donnie X Kara, Amelia X Leo X Peter, Raph X Mirka, Jennika X Cheryl, Mikey X Sprinkles.

A/N: Sprinkles is a name I borrowed from @madammuffins story 'And, Love' from their 'Love' series, which I highly recommend. Kara is 4'8". Mirka is Nonbinary they/them, Leo is poly.

Tagging: @leosgirl82 @raphsmuneca @thelaundrybitch @m1dnyt3-w0lf @sharpwindow @madammuffins @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @fyreball66

This was second to last day of the vacation. Everyone was playing in the water. The boys were having a sort of a water volleyball game, except Mikey who was having his Under the Sea moment. Suddenly, Donnie felt a yank from around his hips.

"What the-." He looked down and saw, alarmed his shorts were gone. He looked up and saw an orange liginging yankin the shorts from Leo and Raph as well, swimming fast away.

"MIKEY!" All three yelled after the youngest who already made it to the shore and waved his spoils in the air.

"The fuck we do now?" Raph looked at the remaining two brothers.

Leo put his hands to his mouth to help himself sound louder. "Mikey!! This isn't funny."

Kara watched the scene amused. She was the only one for now at the beach, sunning on a recliner.

<What's happening?> Peter joined her sitting down on the recliner next to hers.

<Mikey stole their swim trunks.> She replied with a grin.

Peter snorted and looked at Leo, Donnie and Raph being taunted by Mikey, their clothing waved in the air.

Soon others joined the two observing the situation.

"Five bucks Raphalala is the first one out the water," Jennika said.

"I'll put ten to that," Mirka added. "He will not be covering up."

"C'mon. It gotta be Leo," Peter said shaking his head.

"Either way we're gonna see a dick I don't wanna see," Jennika grumbled.

"Or ass," Cheryl added, signing at the same time as she spoke. She was translating for Kara. "How long have they been there?" She frowned.

<About five minutes> Kara replied. <Donnie has a cute ass.>

"Good for you," Amelia snorted.

"Mikey, you gonna taunt them long?!" Sprinkles asked his bed mate.

"As long as it takes!" Mikey shouted back with a grin.

"He's gonna die," Amelia sighed, amused.

Finally, Raph dove under the water.

"Ope," Cheryl slurped her drink. "Here they come."

Raph suddenly broke through the surface like an angry whale, charging at the beach and aiming at Mikey. The orange turtle, wisely, took off and started running.

"Get back here you lil shit!!!" Raph yelled and started chasing him.

"Jesus fuck Mirka...." Peter's eyes grew wide. "How...?"

Mirka cackled, although a deep crimson blush spread down their cheeks, neck and chest. "Skills and lube."

<Mad respect,> Kara nodded, snickering.

"He does have decent ass though," Sprinkles noted and the group nodded.

"Raph caught Mikey." Amelia noted.

<RIP. I will drink to his grave,> Kara raised her drink up.

"Here, here," Jennika snorted.

Raph grabbed Mikey by the neck and kept him in a headlock until Mikey handed him the swim trunks.

Raph snatched his and put them on.

"Awww." Mirka pouted.

"You'll see more of that later," Cheryl reminded them.

"I know but free range is nice too," they replied and Peter almost choked on his drink, laughing.

"You want others'?" Mikey asked Raph but the red brute grinned.

"Nah."

Leo squinted at the beach. "Is he coming back?"

"Uuuuh, I don't think so...." Donnie watched nervously as Mikey and Raph dropped his and Leo's trunks on the beach and picked up a football and started playing.

"These assholes..." Leo grumbled. "Raph! C'mon man!!" He shouted.

Raph turned, grinned at them and made up yours gesture.

"Fucker," Leo hissed, imagining the Hashi punishment he was going to drag the red and orange brothers through.

"So, what are we doing now?" Donnie sighed, adjusting his glasses.

"We have to swim there," Leo sighed.

Donnie whined a little.

"Ooooh the dream team decided to move," Amelia alerted the others.

<Dearly beloved, get your ass rating boards ready,> Kara said.

Jennika chortled.

First to emerge was Leo who was trying to hide the goods and started yelling at Raph and Mikey. Donnie was right behind him, also trying to cover up.

"Damn," Sprinkled took a long sip of his drink.

"Okay, Donnie does have cute ass but Leo's nearly perfect," Cheryl noted.

"I hate to agree." Jennika squinted

Amelia and Peter high fived with Kara.

Leo and Donnie started putting up their swim trunks. Donnie unfortunately for himself tripped a little and fell over with a yelp. He got up, trying to brush off the sand.

"Hot daaaaaammn," Peter whistled.

Everyone stared at Kara.

"How the fuck-." Amelia looked from Donnie at Kara's tiny form. "How the fuck-!" She estimated the measurements with her hands then tried to somehow adjust that to the abdomen of Kara.

"Gorgeous did you go through some sort of magical vagina course or some shit?" Sprinkles looked at her and Kara just laughed and winked at everyone else with the largest grin.

"Please don't put the images in my brain...." Jenni winced.

----

The night was gorgeous. Like all the nights they spend there. Kara stared into the sky. She was tracing the the constellations, saving their glow in her memory.

She didn't miss though the vibrations in the wooden deck. Donnie's fingers traced her spine and she felt his kiss on her shoulder. She looked up at his face and smiled, leaning into him.

His arms tightened around her and they just stood there, enjoying the night.

----

"Why is there a banana in my drink?!" Jennika yelled.

Everyone was rushing in the morning of the final day. Packing, making sure nothing was broken or missing.

"Shit, that's mine!" Peter reached over.

Eventually they all managed to get into the boats and then onto the plane. "Ready to get back?" Peter shouted to the group.

"No!" A choir shouted back.

He chuckled. "Well, let's hope New York is ready."

#tmnt 2016 #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #eve scribbles #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt x oc #tmnt oc #tmnt jennika #raph x oc #donnie x oc #leo x oc #Mikey x oc

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princessmadafu · 2 years

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I Love Woo Young-Woo

I'm a big fan of crime.

Novels, not real life - and mostly old-fashioned crime, Cluedo-style where murder is a puzzle that can be worked out with a pencil over a cup of tea and a chocolate hobnob.

I read my first Agatha Christie at the age of ten - Cat Among the Pigeons - and was hooked for life. Actually, now I'm thinking about it, I read a whole bunch of Enid Blytons before I advanced to Agatha which was good crime-prep for a child. At eight I was in love with George Kirrin and Philip Mannering; at ten I wanted to be Belgian and have a big moustache; at twelve I was quite partial to Lord Peter Wimsey and Arsene Lupin.

You'll all say, what about Sherlock? No, not really. Logical but too clinical in his uncoverings. Of course I admire Conan Doyle, but I never got a "feel" for Sherlock. Sherlock was unlikeable. And technically James Bond isn't a detective but he's equally unlikeable and I've never managed to read more than the first fifty pages or watch more than ten minutes of a Bond movie. I don't care who the next 007 is; man, woman, black, white, when it comes to "take it or leave it" I'll just leave it, thanks.

I'm more of a Brother Cadfael, Death in Paradise, Murder She Wrote, Midsomer-Brokenwood-McDonald&Dodds sort of person.

I need to like the detective, I need to want the detective to apprehend the murderer. Sometimes, admittedly, I'd quite like Miss Marple to hit the murderer in the face with her umbrella. And other times when I've wanted the murderer to hit Miss Silver in the face with a large brick because she coughs lot; not a huge Miss Silver fan, sorry but I find her irritating and unhygienic.

The weather having been torrential non-gardening rain for the past couple of days, I have to WFH and I tried watching a new British series called Suspect which sounded good and has some world class actors. I watched the first three episodes, couldn't find any character to like and then skipped to the last episode to see whodunnit. I have no sympathy either for whodunnit or whodetectived.

Not one single character was likeable.

Who actually enjoys watching violence and abuse?

Now let me tell you about an adorable Korean series I just found on the internet called "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extraordinary_Attorney_Woo if you want to have a butcher's.

Netflix if you have it, or try

https://series9.la/film/extraordinary-attorney-woo-season-1/watching.html?ep=1 if you trust your adblock and malware.

Woo Young-Woo is a newly-qualified attorney, has autism and is obsessed with whales. The acting isn't what Western audiences are used to, it's subtitled not dubbed, but it's so utterly charming I've just binge-watched fourteen episodes.

Imagine "Suits" but with nice people.

Utterly utterly charming.

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theretirementstory · 1 year

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Bonjour et bienvenue. It is 8c and cloudy,the sun has only just risen and it looks as if we will see some rain today.

This was my view for two days this week as I was in hospital in Nancy. I was on the fourth floor, with a terrific view, or it would have been if the weather had been brighter.

There has been “a hotline” to my phone, friends and relatives contacting me to find out how I am. On Friday afternoon my doorbell rang, there was my neighbour asking how I was and telling me if I needed anything just to let them know. I had messaged my Finnish friend to tell her I was home, again the offer of help was forthcoming and as I had been given lots of paperwork (some duplicated) she is going to come down to help me sort it out. Anie said her family are returning to Indonesia and that she will be back at home later today. Monique and her daughter have been messaging to see how I am and I am wondering if I will see Pauline sometime soon.

A friend in the UK told me I was a “true warrior” and a “tough cookie” blimey I don’t think that I am!

I had a video call with “The Daddy” and my gorgeous grandchildren. My granddaughter can be a bit of a chatterbox but oh my grandson what a noisy little chap he is turning into. He was chattering in such a loud voice, with so much spewing from his mouth, he really sounded as if someone/something was being told off. He only stopped when I said his name, yes it was a different voice but where was the person? When he saw me on the phone I was rewarded with a lovely smile.

“The Paralegal” received some very good news this week, but more on that later in the month. What I will tell you is that the electrician has been to his house and has installed the additional sockets and downlights. The plasterer came out to give a quote and is starting work this coming week, so finally things are moving in the right direction. I don’t know if he has chosen the paint colour for his lounge and bedroom but then it will just be another couple of purchases and he will be moving in. The laminate flooring that he purchased, originally to put inside storage cupboards, is going to be utilised in his hallway. It is all exciting stuff.

It is 12 years today since Mum left us here and went to join Dad. It isn’t a sad day as it was a blessed release for her and her family. She would have been the first to admit that she had had a good life, having attained more than her three score years and ten. As with most people there were very rocky patches but she travelled (to places I have never been) and she saw her two grandchildren, so she had a lot to be thankful for.

I had the “mega” video call with my friends in Bristol, yesterday. It was lovely to see them and I hope that I really didn’t look like a “beached whale” as I was reclining in my chair.

I went out for my first 20 minute walk yesterday and I am going to go out again today. I was going to call and get some bread at the supermarket but I am sure I can manage without it until tomorrow .

I was very pleased this week when the package, which was posted in the UK on the 5 December, finally arrived. I now have my new RNLI calendar as well as two Xmas cards. A disappointment happened though when I decided to start to watch the DVD box set of “Black Sails”, for only the second time, and found that the first disc stuck and stuttered half way through. I decided to try and clean the disc (the DVD player is just quite recent) unfortunately I am unsure where I have put the head cleaner! Oh well I will try another dvd and see if that is ok to play.

I wanted to try to find a poem which summed up this time of year. Unfortunately, January is normally snowy and finger numbing but here it is unseasonably mild and although we have had rain it isn’t incessant.

So I will bid you a good day.

Until the next time……..

#barsuraube #nancy #photography #winter #nature #trees #france

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july-19th-club · 2 years

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Recap for Roswell: New Mexico S2E11: “Linger”: hammer to fall

4.5/5 ⭐s

Some chapters are about what’s right in front of your face, some are actually about what’s not there at all, and some are about both. There are a lot of elephants in a lot of rooms on Roswell: New Mexico right now, but some of the rooms, to extend this metaphor as far as I can, are harder to access than others.

Alex, for example, is conspicuous in his absence for the entire forty-two minutes, though it only takes Michael about one to realize he’s not at some recruitment gig. On the one hand, he’s in serious life-threatening danger (we didn’t see the flash of light that heralds the Cam/Mimi-pattern abductions, just some guy hitting him and stuffing him in the trunk of a car)...on the other hand, at least he’s not telling teenagers how they can advance their careers by getting themselves and others into serious life-threatening danger for the United States Air Force? Really a tossup on that one.

Usually it’s Max we see engaging in cowboy cop levels of outsized violence and rage, but that was also mostly before he was (mostly) focusing on being heart healthy. And lest we forget the cowboy part of that phrase, Michael (who would be deeply insulted if you compared him to a cop) is fulfilling the “whaling on people until you feel better” role this week. Michael has always been the first sibling to say “dude, let’s just torture them!” - but because he was Michael, he never actually acted on it. I’m cool with him breaking and doing it now, because the performance is so full of fear, and because I don’t know that I’ve often seen the roaring rampage of protection in a gay way much before. And as everybody knows, tropes that are tired or irritating in a straight setting become fresh, new, and original if you queer ‘em up a bit.

He spends most of his episode doggedly Hardy Boy-ing the Case of the Missing Bosom Chum - like that the napkin in the alien script is newer than they were led to believe (a clue I appreciated in that the audience can pick up on it first, if they’re paying attention (I wasn’t)) and planted specifically to give Alex a reason to try the artifact plan Michael had such misgivings about. Jesse attempts to head him off by claiming that he, too, has been looking for and worried about Alex, and I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he’s talking to, though Michael is freaked out enough at this point to consider that maybe this time they have a shared goal. He tails Jesse to a meeting with Flint, who gives away way too much information when he thinks he’s speaking freely.

It seems (though I revert to my old Manes adage; namely that they are always potentially lying) that there are two kidnapping schemes happening here - Jesse kidnapped him first, but truly doesn’t know where he is because Flint has had the exact same idea and kidnapped his brother from his dad when his dad wasn’t looking. If all this sounds convoluted...well, yes. For Jesse, Alex is a “loose end” (Michael, probably correctly, suggests he was planning on killing him), but Flint’s plans are more nebulous and it’s hard to tell just how much he exactly wants his brother dead. Watching all this, I immediately began to formulate a theory that Jesse is orchestrating the whole thing with Flint as a convenient next lead to get Michael off his tail. But before we find out if I’m right, we take a few long-time-coming minutes to deal with some unfinished business.

Forgive an old heller their vices, but I call ‘em how I see ‘em, and we are on the CW, after all: Michael gets to do his Dean Winchester best and scream homoerotically at a personification of christian authority. This catharsis isn’t just for him, and the ten years of pain and loss he suffered at this man’s hands. It’s also for Alex, and the lifetime of trauma endured both before and after his father’s influence sent him to war. Alex always views that as a decision he personally made, and he’s correct: but Michael, not being Alex, is able to look at the source of the decision and want to punish it. He won’t kill him, though - he’s working on not doing the easy thing. He finds it infinitely harder to think like Alex, to try without evidence to have a faith or a compassion for people, but to prove him right...he spares the rod. Here’s hoping that act of mercy doesn’t put both of them in greater danger.

Michael’s thread is, however, actually one of the shorter ones (not that you’d know from how much I’ve already written about it). In the rest of the episode, we’re back to the many-plates-spinning structure the show loves best, which is not my personal cup of tea all the time, but it functions well here. In Thread B, Izzy visits Rosa, bearing sketchbooks and Arturo’s pan dulces. I’ve become deeply fond of the bickering kinship Isobel and Rosa have, against all odds, forged - although their teenage connection was never as real as either of them thought it would be, they still came away from it caring about each other. And I also love how, whenever they hang out, Isobel is a full foot taller than Rosa. Izzy wants to talk about their Noah trauma and maybe some of their regular trauma too, and Rosa’s in a stable enough place that she agrees they can try.

Their day of commiseration and sketchbook archaeology is cut short, however, when Rosa decides to try and call her mom - for closure? to torment herself? - and instead gets Helena’s boyfriend Dirk, who has no idea where Helena is. A reluctant Isobel agrees to drive Rosa back home, since Rosa now believes her mother might be another abduction victim. But they (and we, so far) don’t know the half of it.

In Thread C, Liz and Diego have been juggling experiments, immigration officials (they have to quickly scoot Javi the line cook out the back), and CrashCon hours at the diner. We see a flashback to their time as a couple, celebrating a big grant Liz has just scored - she’s happy, he’s proud, and she starts crying just thinking about what her somewhat-trapped-feeling teenage self would’ve thought “knowing that the person I am now existed.” Jeanine Mason always plays these moments quiet reflective moments beautifully, and then we flash back to the present, where she’s using the mixer at the diner as a makeshift centrifuge because it’s tourist season and there’s work to do and burgers to fry and lately she’s been remembering what that hemmed-in feeling is actually like. They have another version of an old fight: he works for a company called Genoryx, and she’s always maintained that they’re too shady to risk being funded by. For the record, she’s probably right: there’s no way they’re not plot-related, this is television.

And in Thread D, Kyle and Max snoop around town trying to get a better understanding of Max’s abduction sleuthing. Kyle’s mostly there (in full drunk and bitchy Kyle mode) because all of their equipment-theft has finally been noticed and he’s suspended at work. Here their investigation dovetails with Michael’s, thinking that Flint The Weapons Specialist might have some kind of lead on the memory-scrambling drug (which they figure could easily be classified as a weapon - you could use it to confuse soldiers’ experiences, to keep them from revealing sensitive information). While they’re doing a spot of B&E in his house, they find a lot of potentially incriminating stuff, including what Max believes to be a gun he spotted during his and Charlie’s rescue-Cam mission...and the box Arturo kept his mother’s ring in, last seen with Helena. Looks like Rosa was right to be worried.

Max tries to offer good advice and be the healthy partner in this little buddy-detective venture, but one of his suggestions - that they go pick up the unused equipment from their abandoned lab and return it to the hospital - almost comes back to bite him. The lab, as we know, isn’t abandoned, and Liz is using the equipment, and poor dopey Max puts this together when Kyle realizes he no longer has door access.

No matter how supportive he tries to be about Liz’s whole thing, her job makes him incredibly skittish and he feels like she’s been running around behind his back (because she has) doing things that will expose him and his siblings (not her intention, but still very possible). She’s sick of the slow path, and has decided to use her alien biology knowledge to develop a treatment for Steph. The fight is inevitable, and even harder to take back than the Michael-Alex fight last episode. And yes, part of it is about Max’s insecurities re: Diego, who has no fears about Liz’s work and is always eager to help do weird science with her. It’s a part of her life Max doesn’t understand and doesn’t really trust, and it remains to be seen whether they can get past it in two episodes. And then they find a note pinned to Michael’s trailer...

Back in Thread A, Michael catches up with Flint (whose name will never stop being funny to me, it’s like Jesse watched Black Sails thirty years before it came out and came to the exact incorrect conclusions about every single character). He spares none of the mercy he reserved for Jesse, and Flint never really has a chance against him anyway; we get to see the kind of usefulness finely-tuned telekinesis can actually have a lot in this episode. Michael never seems to think it’s worth it to explore his siblings’ specialties - and when his is so handy and so low on the side effects, why should he? Without even having to work at it, he chases Flint down, steals his gun, and flings him around a bit before presumably levitating him into the bunker to yell at him.

But Flint has the upper hand when it comes to interrogation scenarios. He’s smug the whole time, and Michael is not military-trained and does not actually know how or when interrogations work versus how or why they fail, and is highly emotional and more or less winging it. It’s his prisoner who winds up giving him an ultimatum: do what I say or Alex’s life is forfeit. What he finds, on Flint’s orders, is someone even I was not anticipating having any active connection with the plot - at least this part of the plot. It’s the one and only Hurricane Helena Ortecho, brandishing another alien power dampener and a set of schematics for, given all the clues we’ve amassed this season, a biobomb combining Charlie’s DNA work and Michael’s alien mechanical knowledge. But what the fuck is she doing here?

REGENERATED WORMS

Liz: “Oooh, we should get you a boyfriend!” Max: “Or a girlfriend! Or a *rather proud for knowing the Gay Words face* nonbinary intimate companion :)” Iz: “Great job, Dad.”

Diego really is a very likable guy. He sticks around in town to make sure he’ll be able to do something if ICE are still breathing down their necks; he helps out in the kitchen; he’s understanding about his and his fiance’s breakup to the point where he’s still very excited to help her with her research; he’s a veritable Adonis...surely there has to be some kind of catch, but until we find it I’m happy to just bask in him. And so is Isobel. And so is every other vaguely single person in town.

A reviewer I read during the first season said that Jesse’s main purpose on the series is to get his ass kicked. They were cool with this, and you know what? I am too. We love to see it.

If ever there was a time to use the song ‘Evil’ used in its natural habitat: the scene where the kid Jesse mutilated a dozen years ago has actual power over him and he realizes he should’ve been waitin’ on the other shoe to drop. I’ve always found this song’s function as Michael’s unofficial theme ironic and slightly mean-spirited, given the fact that he (a former abused kid) gets a track with the line ‘hit my kids when I don’t mean to’. Watching Michael refuse to keep the cycle going with that track in the scene would’ve been killer.

“He still loves. He even loves you.” Delivery - really, speech - of the episode to Michael V. this week, one hundred percent.

“I wanna be...less angry.” “Anger’s not so bad. It reminds us that something’s not right, so we can change it.” Liz is a woman, and she’s the daughter of undocumented immigrants, and she’s poor - but she’s not Black. Diego is, but he’s also wealthy and connected, clearly relishing (as he should!) using his leverage to stick it to the man. But wealth and connections also are the man, so to speak, which seems to be part of the crux of the incompatible part of him and Liz. There are some understandings they can share, and some they can’t. Everything's intersectional.

#the only reason i didnt give this episode a 5 is because i really withold my 5s #it gets 4.5 because there's not a thing wrong with it but it is still a setup episode so it's not as impactful as if it were very pivotal #roswell nm

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nicetrynicetry · 7 months

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Paris paris stage fright paris. I get on the Eurostar, as does FKA Twigs for some reason, and am no more ready to like the French city than I was during my last two visits. I know I must be there, and that I’m not yet entitled to a quiet winter without completing this last autumn mission. I watch The Whale on the train and, after dropping my phone, I unwittingly inform YouTube’s interface that I am blind, and it begins feeding me audio descriptions of what is taking place on my screen. “Charlie dumps the uneaten treat back into the drawer”, a robotic American woman says, “he begins typing ‘congestive heart failure’ into the search engine”

Ten minutes outside Paris, the train comes to a halt in a French field. The driver announces in French, and then English, that Gare du Nord has been evacuated and we do not have permission to go any further. I text C for journalistic intel, scan Twitter from my empty account. Something about a bomb threat. I guess these are the times we live in now - paying for the guilty consciousnesses of our western countries’ warmongering in disrupted travel time, everybody terrified (often correctly) of a bomb, a terrorism, some vengeance. At St Pancras a woman reported an abandoned plastic bag left in the women’s bathroom, which turned out to be full of sanitary pads and forgotten by a woman who had recently given birth. The Middle East is making a Karen of us all

Eventually we move, and as soon as I am free I walk the 30 minutes in the rain to my hotel, feeling the awkward positioning of each arm holding a suitcase and an umbrella compromising my back. I hit my head on the glass door to the hotel reception, lie on the hotel bed and cry. I lie for an hour and a half, homesick and confused and waiting for dinner. It doesn’t seem to matter to my brain how long the journey to a different country is —being in Paris and being in South Korea have the same disorienting effect. By 7pm I pull myself together and ride the metro to meet G and K at Le Duc, where they have eaten every year for almost two decades, but where I have never been. We eat plate after plate of seafood and bread and butter (with Le Duc stamped in Nazi gothic font onto it) and I try not to think about the homeless man who hobbled onto the train at Les Halles with a poorly bandaged foot oozing fluid, and how much his foot fluid resembles the olive oil drenching the ceviche before us

And so begins the next 20ish hours of my fading in and out of conversation, every moment of peace or connection intruded on by nerves about the concert. I have begun to soothe myself, whenever I panic, by saying “at least you’re not doing stand-up comedy” in my head. And it almost works: playing music is not nearly as brutal as trying to elicit laughter. I have an instrument, accomplices. The comedian has nobody. I argue this case to myself in the bathroom at Le Duc. We stand outside and I light K’s cigarette as I explain that V has doctored the disastrous seating plan for tomorrow’s dinner. “She is really good at that”, I say, opening my palm to check for rain. G jumps in and says, “no no I am good at that too”, forcing me to say “I know I know”. I then experience that familiar twinge of being the referee in a gallery semifinal. In some ways it’s welcome, because it’s the only feeling with sharper edges than stage fright, except for maybe romantic rejection, death

I opt to take the train home instead of G’s offer of a cab ride. I board, and the carriage smells like fecal matter. Some teenagers fight one another playfully as overworked men melt into their seats. I get off, and pass a number of cafes, all with at least one man a little older than me in newsboy caps reading novels at small tables. It is hard to ascertain how much of Paris preceded the much-maligned but much-watched TV show Emily In Paris, or whether the stereotypes depicted in the show made French men lean further into certain behaviours because it promised the affections of foreign women. Either way, one can’t watch that show and then visit Paris without seeing its residue everywhere. I imagine it was fantastic for tourism, which the French seem to pretend not to want, like many things. It is a city barely held together by copyrighted Romance, and no city should rely on this, since the definition of romance only expands so far. It does and will not encompass terrorism or oozing sores, for instance. Though perhaps all cities depend on one lie or another to function, it is just a matter of which lie a mayor chooses

I read in bed and wait to feel sleepy as my heart thuds so hard I can see its outline in my chest. At some point I let go of my desire to be well-rested, dismiss it as frivolous. Only then do I fall asleep, dreaming of nothing

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→ Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off, stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

→ You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #— 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 #— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #bnha headcanons #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bakugou headcanons #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #deku headcanons #deku smut #sero headcanons #sero x reader #sero smut

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treason-and-plot · 3 years

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The party is noisier and more intoxicated than when Mia left it; she looks around for Kaleb and sees him sitting on a couch talking to Gladys, Spencer’s Gran. Gladys is sipping on a Shipwrecked Sailor.

“Well, just look at this!” says Mia to Kaleb is mock indignation. “I turn my back for a few minutes and you’re chatting up other women!”

“Yeah, you’d better watch out, dearie,” says Gladys. “I’ve just been telling the young man how great I am in bed! I can sleep ten hours at a time!”

“She’s hilarious,” says Kaleb. Gladys’ straw starts to make an empty slurping noise and she climbs to her feet and declares she’s going to grab another drink. Mia steals her spot next to Kaleb and Kaleb smiles at her. Mia notices that his eyes are layers of brown and green.

“Did you finish whatever it was you had to do?” he says.

“Yeah,” she says. “You can continue hitting on me, if you want. I mean, as long as I’m not trespassing on Gladys’ territory-“

“It’s cool. Gladys and I have an understanding,” he says. Mia nods seriously, swallowing a giggle. She is just about to ask him if he would like a drink when conversations stop and a frisson of expectation ruffles the air, and she doesn’t even have to look over to the door to know that Warren the Whale Whisperer has just made his entrance.

#Mia #Kaleb #sims 3 story #ts3 #return to isla paradiso #5 years later #cookie #gladys #Warren the whale whisperer

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lixiepeach · 3 years

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Red Moon Drabble Series - Part 11

Summary: Hyunjin figures out he really likes it when Hana is pregnant.

Warnings: Fertility rituals, pregnancy, semi-detailed description of labor, Hyunjin has a pregnancy kink.

These all relate back to the original story. It helps to have read the story before reading through the drabbles. The story can be found on the Masterlist.

MASTERLIST

Hana startles awake as someone shakes her. Hyunjin is standing over her in the dark room, dressed and holding her robe. She had been dead asleep, getting much needed rest in Seungmin’s room. Regardless of her annoyance at Hyunjin for waking her, she lets him pull her up, wrapping her robe around her before thumping down the stairs behind him.

The moon is high in the sky, full and shining down on them. Hyunjin leads her into the yard, towards a blanket set out. She’s still sleepy, letting Hyunjin strip her out of her pajamas. She stands there naked in the moonlight, watching Hyunjin as he grabs the bowl sitting next to the blanket. She watches him as he begins to paint her skin with a red substance, covering her with lines and sigils. She can’t tell in the moonlight what the liquid is, it could have been blood for all she knew.

He focuses on her stomach, painting sigils over her pelvis.

“What are you doing?” She asks as he pushes her back onto the blanket, parting her knees. “My heat is still a week away.”

“Fertility ritual.” He states simply, mixing something in a jar. “Nothing is guaranteed with this kind of magic. But anything that might make it easier.”

He leans over her, holding the jar to her lips. She drinks the foul tasting liquid, some of it spilling out of the corners of her mouth. He dribbles a line of the liquid down her body, letting it slide between her legs. Her body begins to buzz, like she’s about to start floating.

Hyunjin splays a hand over her pelvis whispering quietly. She begins to feel warm, the heat blooming outward from her abdomen. Hyunjin presses a kiss to her stomach, trailing the kisses up her body to her mouth.

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Hana lays on the bed in the heat room, candles and various statues placed around the room. Hyunjin was determined to get it in one go, having spent the last week trying every fertility ritual he could find on the two of them. He was lighting the last of the candles, Hana rubbing her thighs together as slick begins to leak out of her.

“You’re sure about this?” Hyunjin asks once more, kneeling on the end of the bed. “I can’t give you what you really need. You’re going to be uncomfortable for two weeks.” He slides his hands up her thighs. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll send one of the alphas in. We can just...give up.”

Hana grips his chin, fighting the lust starting to take over. “No. We’re going to do this. No matter how many tries it takes. Besides, you shouldn’t complain. You get to fuck me non-stop for two weeks.”

Hyunjin gives her a wicked grin, parting her legs finally, leaning down to kiss her.

**********

Hana wakes sticky and starving. She’s laying against Hyunjin’s chest, his arm wrapped loosely around her. There’s a half empty water bottle next to him, and several more empty ones on the floor. She vaguely remembers Seungmin coming in halfway through to clean up the mess of wrappers, bottles, and containers. She remembers more this time. There had been less of a haze with the lack of an alpha’s knot.

It had been a horribly painful two weeks, but she would never admit that.

“Do you think it worked?” She asks, tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s chest.

“We’ll find out in a couple weeks.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll try again.” She says, pushing herself up slightly. “We’ll try until it does work.”

Hyunjin stares up at her, hand tracing her back. “It’s times like this I wish I was still an alpha.”

“Hey.” She grips his chin, staring into his eyes. “I said it from the start. No matter what it takes. I want your baby, Hyunjin. No matter how many heats we have to try. I want to give you a baby.”

Hyunjin reaches over, grabbing one of the statues. “If we’re lucky, the magic worked.”

“Even if it didn’t,” Hana lays her head back on his chest. “We’ll try again in six months.”

***********

“Anything?” Hyunjin asks, pacing across the living room.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet.” Changbin says, looking up from where he’s trying to get Cho-Hee to say “dada.”

Chan is laying on the floor, being used as a human racetrack for the twins’ trucks. It was their new favorite game and Chan was always down to lay on the floor and let the boys play. Fatherhood had really softened him, just as much as it had Changbin, but she knew the alphas would kill to protect their kids if it ever came to it, probably more than they’d be willing to kill to protect their pack. She feels just as anxious as Hyunjin looks. She loves her three babies, but she also wants more.

It’s partly the instincts as a female omega and luna to want a big pack with lots of pups. Omegas never could quite get rid of the instinct to provide the pack with offspring, even after generations of evolution. It stemmed from the harsh lives wolves used to live, the chances of pups making it to puberty was low, so more pups meant more chances for offspring to make it. The need for pups never went away, the desire to have as many as possible never leaving the omega instincts.

That, and she knew how much Hyunjin wanted his own. He had been less vocal about it than Changbin, and even a couple others, but she knew. She knew from the glances he’d give the pups when he thought no one was looking. How he’d volunteer to hold them or play with them whenever he could. How much work he had put into making sure every fertility ritual was done correctly, all the research he did to try and find out just how likely it was for him to get her pregnant, all the tricks he could try to make it happen the first time. She knew the others were taking notes as well. It would be a struggle from here on.

The timer on her phone goes off, the room going still as she picks up the pregnancy test. Even the twins have stopped playing, sensing the tension in the four adults. She looks at the test, closing her eyes for a moment as she takes a breath.

She can’t hide the grin anymore, showing Hyunjin the test. He stares at it in shock, taking it from her hands. She laughs as he scoops her up in excitement, kissing her. Even Cho-Hee claps in excitement, even though she doesn’t understand why they’re excited.

“It worked.” She breathes, cupping Hyunjin’s face. “It worked.”

“I told you there’s some alpha in there still!” Changbin says.

*********

Hana lays still, listening to the heartbeat in her stomach. There’s only one again this time, the single heartbeat loud and strong. Hyunjin rubs his hands over her stomach, rubbing the cream into her skin. He was completely enamoured anyways, hands constantly on her stomach, wrapping around her from behind, always sleeping with at least one hand over her stomach. She hums as he moves his hands to her hips, massaging the sore joints.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, hands moving to her thighs.

Hana cracks her eyes open, looking down at Hyunjin over her stomach. “I feel like a whale.”

He smirks, pressing kisses to her stomach. “But you look so sexy pregnant.”

Hana had discovered Hyunjin’s desire to have a pup went deeper than she thought it had. He had been touchy with the other pregnancies, but now, he couldn’t help himself. He kept talking about how sexy she was, how much he loved seeing her pregnant. She knows part of it is his excitement for his pup. But apparently, he also found her more attractive while pregnant.

Hana wraps her arms around him as he hovers over her. “Be easy tonight. My back hurts.”

Hyunjin rolls her to her side, pressing himself close behind her. He wraps his arms around her, one hand on her stomach, the other under her head. He cradles her as he ruts into her, moaning quietly into her ear. They weren’t as wild as they used to be, now that there were pups in the house. It was a natural thing in packs, but Hana didn’t want to subject her pups and their developing senses to that. Not that they would understand yet.

Hyunjin makes her cum first, cleaning up after spilling into her. He lays back down behind her, holding her stomach.

“Soon.” She whispers, placing her hands over his.

***************

Hyunjin’s hands are shaking as he kneels between her legs. He was determined to be the one to bring his child into this world. He had helped with the twins and with Cho-Hee, so it only felt right to deliver his as well.

“I can do this if you need me to.” Minho says, looking at Hyunjin’s shaking hands.

“No. I can do it.”

“We’re getting close.” Chan says, wincing as Hana squeezes his hands, another contraction ripping through her.

He was seated behind her, supporting her body as she squatted between his legs. It was the position she stuck to, birthing the other three the same way. She had asked Chan to be with her, wanting her alpha’s support.

Hyunjin presses on her stomach as she contracts again, almost no time between them now. “Okay, you can start pushing.”

Chan whispers into her ear as she bears down, pushing with each contraction. Hyunjin watches the head begin to crown, Minho ready with towels. His son comes into the world screaming, right into Hyunjin’s hands. He tries to blink back the tears, staring down at the small living, breathing being in his hands. He had taken part in making him. This was his son. His own son.

He lets Minho take his son as he tries to focus on finishing his job. He was in love already, and suddenly understood how something so small had taken down both of the most powerful alphas in the pack. Even Minho with his uncaring front was putty in their hands and he got it now. He understood.

“Go on.” Minho pushes him aside. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

Chan moves from behind Hana, letting Hyunjin take his place. Hana is holding their son now, wrapped in his blanket. Hyunjin wraps his arms around both of them, looking down at him over her shoulder. He presses a kiss to Hana’s head, still damp with sweat.

“He’s so beautiful. You did so good.”

“You had a hand in him too.” Hana says, looking back at him.

She’s practically glowing. She always had a glow about her post-birth. Hyunjin loves it, seeing her like that. He leans his chin on her shoulder, staring down at his son. He can’t help the tears now, tracing a finger over his soft little cheek.

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part 11)

A/N- Okay so this is just a short 2k fill in chapter! It’s kinda cute and kinda sad but it was too long to add to the last chapter, and it doesn’t fit in with the theme of the next chapter (though it sets it up quite nicely!). The next chapter is likely going to be a bit angsty but I promise it’ll have a rewarding ending to it! I hope to have it written and up sooner rather than later but, until then, enjoy this little piece.

Word Count- 2028

The ten minute drive from Baker Street to the Natural History Museum went by in a flash- most of it being spent by Mycroft giving you a mental tour of the building's various rooms and the 'most appropriate route to take'. Though it did also take a minute or two for you to convince him to not get everybody kicked out for a private visit, no matter how many people were there.. Admittedly, you hadn't been to the museum for 6 years or so now- after living so long in London it feels less of a luxury being only round the corner from it- but walking through the doors made you feel like a child again. Entry to the museum was free, but that didn't mean you didn't see Mycroft swiftly pushing a few notes into the donation bin at the front before guiding you forwards. Glancing up, you eyed the blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling and frowned. Mycroft caught your look and spoke up.

"Ah yes, Hope has been a relatively recent addition to the museum. She was found dead on an Irish beach back in 1891. It's a rather beautiful marvel to gaze upon, though, large as she is, she doesn't quite fill the hole in my heart that was left after my beloved Dippy was removed." Your eyes scanned the skeleton of the large mammal once more before looking back at Mycroft. "I did try to convince the board to keep the diplodocus somewhere but all attempts were futile. There's only so much force you can put into such a topic without exposing yourself as-"

"As a man who loves dinosaur bones more than he loves people?" Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"The very thing." Lifting your arm, you rested your hand at the crook of Mycroft's elbow to encourage him to move on.

"When we get home and have dinner we can raise a toast in Dippy's honour.. but for now, my mind's been taken over by that huge statue of Darwin." And the pair of you headed off, your hand very much staying place at Mycroft's arm as you wandered through the rooms- Mycroft more than willing to reel off facts about every deceased animal of history and, more often than not, even impressing the workers with his spiel of facts. Though you were very much enjoying wandering aimlessly through the room of human evolution, you most definitely noticed the pull from the man beside you as he was eager to reach his beloved dino-pals. As you turned the corner into the slightly darkened dinosaur room, you tripped over your feet slightly as you felt Mycroft stop in his tracks, his eyes wide and taking everything in. He looked as happy as a boy at Christmas and, quite frankly, it was adorable. You nudged him slightly when he still didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry, it just seems as though, no matter how many times I come here, it always feels like the first." He had shaken his head as though to bring his thoughts back to focus before taking a few steps into the gallery and leading you over to the skeletal remains of a Baryonyx. "The name Baryonyx roughly translates to 'Heavy Claw' from the Ancient Greek's 'Barys' meaning heavy and 'onyx' being claw or talon." He spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed as his fingers brushed over the board that announced the name of the creature within the glass. "It was also an excellent swimmer which it would use to its advantage while hunting." You listened to his every word as he spoke, grinning as he excitedly told you how many teeth it had and it's preferred techniques for capturing food before he moved you onto the next one.

"Oh these beauties have always been my favourite." You almost whispered, taking in the sight of the huge triceratops skull. You barely noticed Mycroft's hand shift from his pocket until you felt the heat of his palm against the small of your back, fingers squeezing slightly by your hip as he spoke.

"Mine too. Sherlock used to say they were boring and that we might as well have gone to the zoo to look at rhinos. He ended up spending 5 months trying to prove that the rhinos were descendants from the triceratops and then avoided me for 3 weeks when he realised there was no connection at all."

"That sounds about right. Though I can't imagine Sherlock enjoying it here very much anyway.." Mycroft began to guide you to a small bench just off the side to sit down, still giving you the view of the beautiful dinosaur bones.

"He didn't. When we were much younger he would kick off until Mummy and Father would tell us it's time to go and I had to go with them.. Then as we got a little older and Sherlock properly found his legs, he would simply run from the doors round to the science museum. Of course mummy and father had to follow him as he was so young, but one time I decided to stay here. They didn't realise I hadn't followed them until it was time to go home 5 hours later." Mycroft spoke quietly.

"Found his legs? That's at, what, four? Five? How young were you?"

"I was 9 the first time, I think." Now, Mycroft, you don't just 'think'; you know. Your hand moved to rest above his own on his knee, brushing your thumb fondly over his knuckles. "But it isn't all bad. Some of my best days as a child were spent here, and a lot of the staff were very kind and would teach me extra facts that weren't displayed. There was one gentleman who even gave me his own copies of some books that they had here. I'd wander the whole museum in time but I always found myself back here on this bench just.. watching. This room felt more like home than my very house sometimes. It was the room where I could escape the real world and find peace. Eventually Mummy, Father and Sherlock stopped bothering with the visits because Sherlock found the science museum boring after he'd prove them wrong on something each time, but I'd still pop back in on occasion without them.. Coming to think about it, I've never actually brought anybody here with me at all." You squeezed at his fingers and settled back into the bench.

"Well I am incredibly glad that I found out about your little interest, and I feel even more honoured that you let me come here with you." You beamed. And it was the truth. Evidently, this little museum meant much more to Mycroft than you could have ever imagined and it warmed your heart to know that he trusted you to see him nerd out over some bones.

"Eventually I used this very building as the scaffolding to build my mind palace. My files on Sherlock, very appropriately, are nestled in the human biology room. But most people's information is either stored in the entrance, where Dippy remains over Hope, might I add, or in a few of the rooms I find less interesting.." You didn't have to ask to know he was referencing 'that room with all the bloody rocks'. "I love most of the galleries too much to taint them with information on people that aren't important. The likes of Gregory and Doctor Watson now reside in Hintze Hall as the years have passed." His eyes remained focused in front of him, unblinking, as though he was wandering the very halls at that moment.

"And where.. where are my files?" You had to ask, really. Since he was on the subject anyway. "If you've put them in the marine reptiles room when you know I'm terrified of the ocean I shall never forgive you." Mycroft's hand flipped beneath yours so the pads of your fingers brushed before he blinked and looked over to you, a small smile on his face.

"Here." Oh. Well that's.. something. You shifted to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he wasn't overly fond of PDA and tugged him to stand.

"And on that note, I think we should go and grab some lunch before you make me cry in front of the dinosaurs."

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After lunch, you both spent a few more hours walking from room to room (and of course circling round to the dinosaur gallery again) before you decided to call it a day at 4pm. Before departing, you headed towards the toilets that happened to be beside the little gift shop and you had a browse while Mycroft was occupied. Grinning, you picked up a deep blue plush triceratops and stroked a finger across its back. It was just small enough that, after purchasing, you could hide the little guy in the loose fabric of the sweatshirt you wore, acting innocent as you waited back outside near the wall. After going to the bathroom yourself, the pair of you headed outside where a car was waiting for you. Sliding in the back seat, you couldn't contain your little gift anymore.

"Surprise!" You laughed, producing the small toy from under your clothes and into the hands of the man beside you. He studied it briefly before beginning to laugh himself as he reached into his inner pocket and handed you the matching dinosaur, though purple in colour. "God, we're such children aren't we?" You noted as you swapped plushie companions, each of you brushing a finger on its nose as though it were a small pet. "I daren't think what your colleagues would say if they knew you were now the proud owner of a baby triceratops teddy that's.." You glanced at the tag. "..Suitable for children aged 12 months plus!"

"Probably nothing as bad as if they realised said triceratops was going to take proud placement on my desk at home." He beamed. "Thank you, this really does mean a great deal to me." You knew he wasn't just talking about the toy that rolled around his long fingers and you shifted to rest your head lightly on his shoulder.

"We can come back any time. I, for one, know I'll never get bored of looking through the galleries.. Or I'll never get bored of watching you light up as we walk through said galleries. Either or works, really." He hummed in response, his emotions slightly overwhelmed from the day and its revelations into his past. "Plus there were about 10 other little dinos in the shop and I've always been one to want a full collection.. so, if we pace ourselves, that's at least 10 more trips."

"13.. Although that could be tripled if we take the colour variations into account."

"Oh, of course! Can't half-arse a collection or it's just pointless."

"I concur."

"That's settled then. Almost 40 more trips to finish off our collection.. And thennnn we can move onto the figurines." Mycroft let out a laugh beside you and tilted to rest his head atop yours for the remainder of the journey home.

---

The evening between you was shared over a meal (where, as promised, a small toast was made to the memory of Sir Dippy) before Mycroft sat to finish the papers for Greg. Eventually you collapsed into bed at a relatively reasonable time, groaning at the throbbing in your legs from the day's adventure before finally slipping into rest.

---

The next day passed relatively quickly. The morning was spent visiting Greg in his office to drop off the papers before the pair of you took a small stroll through the streets of London. Eventually, Mycroft and yourself even got a text message from Sherlock giving a (albeit half-arsed) apology for his behaviour the day before and the rest of the day was spent in bliss. That was until exactly 17 minutes after you got back home when Mycroft's mobile began to ring. He swallowed deeply, showing you the caller ID of the person he had been dreading to speak to post-Eurus and answering.

"Ah, yes.. Hello, Mummy."

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

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(A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles

Word count: 3876

Warnings: Attempted murder.

Title: (A) Half Octopus Shota Aizawa x (O) GN Reader Inky Tentacles

Summary: You get thrown overboard and an Alpha with inky black tentacles and hair to match saves you.

(Gif not mine) (Sho when you give him attitude the first scene.)

💤-You had thought it would be the best week of your life.

💤-You had just gotten married to a charming Alpha and you were supposed to spend the week on an island in honeymoon bliss. The thought of hanging out on the sand with your mate made your heart warm.

💤-If only you found out about your Alpha’s evil intent.

💤-The three months of courting and spontaneous proposal and here you were. Getting sea-sick on a boat in the middle of nowhere. There were only three people on board.

💤-You, your Alpha, and the captain.

💤-It was supposed to be a romantic boat ride to watch a pod of dolphins but you spent half the time with your head over the side of the boat.

💤-“Alpha, I think we should go back. I’m not feeling too good.” You sadly crooned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

💤-“Aw, are you sure we can’t wait it out? I know how much you love dolphins. Just think about how you will get to see them jumping around and hearing their little trills. We are almost there after all.” They soothed, rubbing your back.

💤-You don’t remember telling them that you liked dolphins. You felt bad that they had planned this and you were ruining their thoughtful gift.

💤-“Yeah, I can tough it out.” You croaked, giving them a shaky smile.

💤-“Great.” They smiled.

💤-If only you were able to distinguish the darkness in their smile.

***

💤-One second you were leaning over the boat once more and the next you felt a forceful bump from behind and you went headfirst into the cerulean colored water.

💤-Your chirps of surprise mixed with the sounds of the lapping water.

💤-“Alpha! Help! I’ve fallen overboard.” You cried, thrashing in the water.

💤-You weren’t a strong swimmer. At that moment you regret agreeing with your Alpha in foregoing a life jacket. They had convinced you that it would look weird in all of the pictures you would take.

💤-You realized now it was just a lie to make sure you sank to the bottom of the ocean.

💤-Your Alpha merely smirked at you as the Captain pulled away. Leaving you stranded in the middle of the ocean. You didn’t bother holding back your sobs and whimpers. Your arms were getting tired and it hadn’t even been ten minutes since your Alpha ditched you.

💤-You heard a small splashing sound a few feet away from you.

💤-“Who’s there? If you’re a shark, please go away! I’m already having a terrible day.” You cried, frantically splashing your arms in the water.

💤-“Not a shark.” A deep voice uttered.

💤-You yelped and turned in their direction. A male, with black hair and eyes, peered over at you.

💤-“What are you doing here?” You stuttered, your brain not comprehending why there would be a man swimming out here.

💤-“Fishing.” He calmly said, moving a little closer to you.

💤-“This far out?” You felt yourself inching towards him as well. Underneath the strong smell of sea salt, you smelled the familiar scent of an Alpha. Your Omega was eager to seek comfort in the Alpha.

💤-Don’t you think Alpha’s should be on our shit list right now? You reprimanded, glaring at your love-struck Omega.

💤-Not this Alpha, he smells safe. She crooned, giving the Alpha heart eyes.

💤-“What are you doing this far out?” He lifted a brow, sending you a questioning look.

💤-“Sunbathing.” You flatly stated, glaring at him. You were in no mood to talk to an Alpha. Being thrown overboard by one would do that.

💤-“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” He deadpanned, making like he was gonna swim away.

💤-“No, wait!” You chirped, quickly swimming onto him and latching on.

💤-His muscled arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him. Your tired legs were quick to wrap around him as well. Your feet felt something soft brush against them.

💤-One of your hands reached down and pulled the thing up.

💤-“Tentacle.” You uttered, staring at the black tentacle in disbelief. You looked down and saw eight others along with it.

💤-Your brain was done with the stress of the day. Your vision went fuzzy and then you went slack in the arms of the black-haired Alpha.

***

💤-You woke up on soft sand, your hands scrunching in the white grains.

💤-“Good, you’re up.” A voice called, their tone soothing.

💤-You rolled your head to the left and saw the same man from before resting his arms on the flat rocks near the water. It looked like you were in a cave of sorts. The water sparkled a brilliant turquoise, much lighter than the deep cerulean of the ocean.

💤-“Hi.” You mumbled your limbs felt heavy and weak.

💤-“I can hear your empty stomach from here.” He rumbled, his inky eyes noticing your weakened state.

💤-You saw his inky tentacles swish in the water behind him. You sat up in a hurry, shuffling on your butt away from him.

💤-“Don’t eat me! I won’t taste good.” You cried, looking around for a rock to throw at him.

💤-He merely sighed at your fear.

💤-“If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it when you were passed out.” He drawled, leaning his head on his arms. “I wouldn’t have saved you from drowning either.”

💤-You blinked at his words, thinking them over.

💤-True, he could have left you stranded in the ocean, but instead, he swam you to land.

💤-“Oh... sorry.” Your voice was small.

💤-“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” He tilted his head back observing your meek frame.

💤-Your stomach decided to make itself known. The whale sounds bouncing off the cave walls. You felt your cheek warm.

💤-“I got enough fish for both of us. I already ate my share.” He stated, pointing a finger to the big pile of fish a few feet away from you.

💤-Their dead eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt green, your eyes darting away from the scaly pile.

💤-“I think I’ll pass.” You cringed, holding your knees to your chest.

💤-“Omega, you need to eat.” The inky-haired Alpha reprimanded, his eyes narrowing.

💤-You sat straighter, his words calling at your Omega. She wanted to obey but the smell of raw fish was too much for her as well.

💤-“I can’t, Alpha. I can’t eat raw fish.” You tucked your head down.

💤-“How else do you eat it?” He questioned, leaning forward a bit, your sweet smell was making his tentacle shiver in delight.

💤-His species didn’t have many females, and the ones that he has come across were very aggressive. They only have two things on their mind, mating and dominating.

💤-They were very possessive of their space and couldn’t handle a male around them for long. He guessed that was why his species was slowly dying out. A small voice in his head told him that Omegas like you would help solve the problem.

💤-No. You were meant for land, just as he was for water. He would take care of you until the upcoming storm passes and then he would drop you off near a local beach.

💤-“Cooked. Well, I guess there is sushi, but it’s bad to eat it raw in case of parasites.” You formed, resting your chin on your knees.

💤-He stared at you in confusion.

💤-“What’s that?” He rumbled, frustrated that your differences were already showing.

💤-“It’s when you cook it on the oven.” You replied, looking around at the cave and realizing there would be no pan-searing happening anytime soon. “Or over a fire.”

💤-“What’s fire?” He questioned, his brain not connecting the word with anything.

💤-You offered a quick explanation of the flickering element.

💤-“Oh, so you need wood. I can go find some driftwood.” He pushed away from the edge of the water, getting ready to dive under the water and swim through the tunnel connecting his cave to the sea.

💤-“It kinda has to be dry.” You said, unraveling yourself from your legs and standing up. You spotted a small entrance to the cave. You would have to crouch a bit to get out but at least you would be able to find firewood.

💤-“I’ll go get some.” You wiped off the sand from your clothes and headed over.

💤-“Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if it is dangerous?” His eyes held slight panic, the thought of not being able to see you.

💤-What if you made a run for it? What if you went away and never came back? His strong arms lifted himself from the water.

💤-“I’ll come with you.” He stated, trying to get all of his tentacles on land.

💤-You watched him struggle to find his balance on the slippery sand. You felt yourself slightly shiver looking at his huge form, seeing just how big and intimidating he was.

💤-An Alpha indeed.

💤-“Don’t worry about it! You stay here. I’ll be quick.” You encouraged, pointing him towards the pile of fish.

💤-“If you can skin those and gut them I would be grateful.” You tried to persuade him using his caretaker instincts against him.

💤-He realized he wouldn’t be much help on land away and conceded, dutifully going over to the pile and getting to work. You nodded and went out. You came back quickly, not wanting to worry the poor Alpha.

💤-Once you walked back in the inky-haired male sent you a tiny smile before going back to his task. He made sure not a single scale was left.

💤-You dropped the firewood down onto the sandy floor before going around the cave, picking up rocks to put around the fireplace. You got it the fireplace settled but the part of lighting the fire was more difficult than you thought.

💤-“Ugh! I can’t get it.” You whined, tossing the sticks down.

💤-You had been rubbing them for five minutes and not a single strand smoke greeted you.

💤-“What are you trying to do?” The quiet Alpha asked, looking up from his task of gutting.

💤-“Making fire, or at least trying to.” You grumbled, glaring at the useless sticks.

💤-“Can I help?” He moved to your side, picking up the sticks.

💤-You showed him what to do and soon enough a small flame graced the cave. Your eyes take in the flickering flame. Your Omega was happily purring.

💤-See, he’s a great Alpha. He can make fire. She cooed, eyeing up his strong arms.

💤-Don’t go all cave-women on me. You hissed, not willing to admit you were also impressed with his fire-making skills.

💤-He winced against the heat. Since he was done with the fish he slipped back into the water. His body sighing in relief as the cool water hydrated his skin and tentacles.

💤-You got to work on cooking the fish, soon enough you had two wonderfully grilled pieces of fish. You looked over at him and offered a piece to him. The face he made after eating it was priceless.

💤-It was like the face of a baby who was given a lemon for the first time.

💤-“I guess you are not a fan.” You giggled, chewing on your unseasoned fish.

💤-“I’ll stick to raw.” He shook his head.

***

💤-It had been two days since your Alpha tried to kill you. Shota had told you that he wouldn’t be able to take you to civilization just yet. A big storm was coming and it would be hard to get you to shore with the rough waves it brought.

💤-You had spent the days in the water with Shota or on the island collecting firewood and coconuts. You had yet to find freshwater so coconuts had been your main source of water.

💤-You had a rough time opening them but Shota was quick to excellently crack them open. Your Omega was all too pleased to point out, once again, about what a great Alpha he was.

💤-“I made this for you.” You held up a hair tie that you had made. You spent the day weaving it together. Sho had been gone most of the day so it was easy to surprise him with it.

💤-He looked at the hair tie in awe. You had added tiny shells to it to make it more pretty.

💤-It was clearly a mating gift, or at least he thought so. First, you shared a bit of your food with him, something only mates did, and then you made him a courting gift.

💤-Now all that was left was for you to solidify your interest in him by touching his gills. Something that you unknowingly did not even ten minutes after you gifted him the hair tie.

💤-“Let me comb your hair a bit. It looks like a rats nest.” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the pool, with your legs dipped in the water.

💤-He was hesitant to turn his back to you. It was a big taboo with his kind. You never turned your back on anyone outside of your pod. “Come on. I don’t bite.”

💤-He slotted his shoulders between your legs. He didn’t relax until he felt your fingers weave their way into his knotted hair. You felt his chest rumble at your soothing touch.

💤-“I figured it must be difficult to see when you're swimming.” You hummed, enjoying the way his obsidian locks felt like silk.

💤-You tied back his hair once all of his knots were untangled, you swept back the few strands that escaped from the tie, unknowingly tracing his gills. Shota shot out of your grasp, flustered at your bold actions.

💤-“I’ll go get us dinner.” He stuttered, quickly swimming out of the cave.

💤-“But you just came back from fishing?” You said, surprised at his abrupt departure.

💤-He was gone before you could even finish your sentence.

***

💤-“Thank you for the crab, Shota.” You hummed, cracking open the scarlet leg.

💤-“No problem, there were a bunch of them not too far from the cave.” He leaned against the rocks. His eyes not quite meeting yours. He fibbed a bit, he had to swim quite the distance to get them.

💤-He was just happy to give you something that you wanted. You had mentioned the pointy little creatures and he was all too eager to see a smile on your face. The cute little chirps you made while biting into the sweet meat struck him right in his three hearts.

💤-Ever since your fingers grazed against his gills he had been more affectionate.

💤-You usually slept near the fire at night but you would somehow wake up near the pool wrapped up in his tentacles. He was even more worried when you left the cave for any reason.

💤-He particularly didn’t like it when you bathed away from him. He knew about the dangers of the ocean so he was more on edge to leave you in it by yourself. He had also taken to bringing you back beautiful shells and rocks.

💤-Shota was hesitant to tell you that the storm receded and he could take you back now. It didn’t matter, you were courting, basically mates at this point.

💤-“Shota....” You trailed off, your eyes not able to meet his.

💤-“Yes, Omega?” He rumbled, he picked up on your scent, it was uneasy.

💤-“I was wondering when we were gonna go back to shore.” You asked, flitting your eyes over to him.

💤-“Back to shore?” The words felt itchy against his throat. His tentacles coiling in the water, wishing to hold you close in his arms. You can’t leave if you are tangled in his limbs.

💤-“Well, I need to get back. I don’t know how long my back can handle sleeping on sand another night.” You rubbed your aching back. “I miss curling up in bed, warm tea, and reading books.”

💤-Each word was like shark's teeth ripping into him. He supposed he would miss the waves of the sea if he was on land. You both were still too different. His Alpha was howling in his head.

💤-She can’t leave! She is ours! He howled.

💤-Ours or not. She needs somewhere better to live. Shota sadly argued. Our cave wasn’t suited for a human Omega.

💤-Wait a damn minute. That blond still owes me a favor. He thought, not believing he didn’t think of him sooner.

💤-Yeah! Make that Beta build our Omega a home. His Alpha yipped.

💤-“I know a friend who has a place around here,” Shota said, happy that you wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon.

💤-The Alpha didn’t waste any time pulling you into the water and swimming you to his friend’s beach house.

***

💤-“What do you mean you want me to build her a house!” The blond’s eyes widened, he stared at his friend in shock.

💤-“You make her a house on your island so she can stay here,” Shota explained again, you would think he was talking about the weather with how calm he was being.

💤-He was glad you were using the blond’s shower. He didn’t want you around for his annoying yelling.

💤-“I can’t just build a house for an Omega you found in the sea! Next thing I know I’ll have to build an apartment complex.” The blonde huffed, running his hand through his long hair.

💤-“No apartment complex. I want a house for my Omega.” The dark-haired male glared, angry that the blond would even suggest he would stray from his Omega. He wouldn’t even consider it.

💤-Plus, It’s not like the sea was filled with unmated Omegas after all.

💤-“Your Omega? Like your bonded Omega?” The blond lifted a brow, not quite sure his ears were working properly.

💤-“Yes. My Omega. My forever mate.” The Alpha rumbled his chest warming at his words.

💤-“Mmm. I suppose I can see what I can do. It might take a couple of weeks though? Are you fine with her staying here with me?” Hizashi questioned, knowing the Alpha male well.

💤-The Alpha growled at him.

💤-“You stay on your side of the house and I won’t have a problem.” He glowered, lunging slightly out of the water to intimidate him a bit.

💤-“Woah, there big guy! No need to threaten me. I’ll be on my best behavior.” The blond backed away from the patio’s edge.

💤-The patio was flush against the sea. A perfect spot for the millionaire to lounge out in his speedo.

💤-“Good. I’ll consider your debt paid.” Shota hummed, eyeing your freshly showered form making your way over.

💤-“Wow, you have a great shower Hizashi.” You beamed, rubbing a towel to your wet hair.

💤-“Thank you. Please be sure to help yourself to some food. I doubt this guy had anything besides fish in his little damp cave.” The blond teased, making sure to move a safe distance away from the male in the water.

💤-“Thank you!” You chirped, making yourself at home in his kitchen.

💤-Shota enjoyed the bright smile on your face as you threw a meal together. He did get a little concerned when you brought out a knife to chop vegetables but you seemed comfortable with the blade so that calmed him some.

💤-He was content in leaning over the patio’s edge, happy that you were happy. He felt like he could be here, watching you from the water’s edge, for the rest of his life.

***

💤-Two weeks later and the little beach house on the other side of the island was built. You almost didn’t believe it when Shota swam you to it.

💤-“This is mine?” You gasped looking at the wooden beach house. It looked like it cost an arm and a leg to make.

💤-“Yup, Hizashi owed me a favor. He got drunk one night and decided to go night fishing. I saved the dumb fool from a hungry shark and brought him back home.” He rolled his eyes at the blonde’s antics.

💤-“But why?” You asked, wondering why he used his debt to make you a house.

💤-Surely he knew you would have to go back to your old life sometime soon. During you stay with Zashi’s house you had informed him of your previous Alpha’s actions. The billionaire was all too pleased to put the Alpha behind bars. It took a while for the police to investigate so you were invited to stay with him while everything was sorted out.

💤-They kept the fact that you were alive a secret from the public. They wanted the Alpha to think he got away with it.

💤-The Alpha was claiming you both were on the boat when the storm came and knocked you overboard. That they tried to get to you but you were too far away and they got separated from you.

💤-It wasn’t until the captain of the boat folded and told them what had happened, that the Alpha was finally cuffed and sent to prison.

💤-“Because we’re courting obviously.” The black-haired Alpha stated, his eyes lovingly connected with yours.

💤-His three hearts truly beat for you.

💤-“Courting? Since when?” You leaned back, surprised at his words.

💤-“Since you gave me a courting gift and touched my gills.” He said, perplexed by your reaction.

💤-“I don’t remember touching your gills?” You tilted your head to the side trying to recall if you ever did.

💤-“When you would put my hair up. You would always touch them. Did you not mean to?” His voice grew small as he realized you didn’t know what the touch would mean.

💤-“I didn’t mean to.” You said, your heart picking up. Did he think you were courting the entire time?

💤-“What about my courting gifts? You accepted them.” He pushed, nervously swimming forward.

💤-“Your seashells and rocks? I didn’t think they meant anything.” You mumbled, your eyes looking down in your lap.

💤-You didn’t think he would be interested in you that way. You were a human after all. Didn’t he want to be with someone his kind? It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of spending the rest of your days with him but you never truly accepted the fact that it could be a reality.

💤-“Oh.” He sank into the water, his nose submerged.

💤-The action made you think he was about to swim away and you would never see him again. You nearly broke the poor man’s neck jumping on top of him the way you did.

💤-“Wait! I didn’t say I wouldn’t court you.” You exclaimed, holding onto him tight.

💤-“Really?” He breathed, the light in his eyes flickering again.

💤-“Yes! I’ll be sure to make you an actual courting gift. Though I’m having a difficult time thinking about what it should be. I usually gave my other Alphas a crocheted scarf.” You blinked, realizing the man had no use for one.

💤-“Other Alphas.” He growled, his tentacles squeezing you possessively.

💤-“Don’t worry about them. They are long gone. You are the only Alpha I’m thinking about now.” You hummed, pecking him lightly on the lips.

💤-You felt a spark shoot down your spine at the small touch.

💤-The pleasant purr that came out of his chest made you giggle.

💤-“More.” He purred, leaning forwards.

💤-“Anything for you Alpha.” You said, leaning forward to meet him.

I mean there could be a few more Omegas stranded at sea. Who knows. 🤷‍♀️ Lol I almost didn’t post this so I hope you like it! Please be sure to leave a note and tell me your thoughts on this AU.

#aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #bnha shota #mha fanfiction #abo #Omega #Alpha #Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics #omegaverse #bhna x reader #bnha fanfiction #BNHA au #x reader

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

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:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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renaerys · 3 years

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PPG One-Shot: Spelling Bee (Brick/Blossom)

Happy birthday to @genovah! She is always inspiring me to come up with more PPG content, a true hero. I’m back with another entry in the ongoing Shooketh, Not Stirred high school AU Reds series for your entertainment. As always, this can be read alone, but it happens in the same universe as part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, and part 5. This is also posted on my AO3.

Summary: Brick and Blossom hunker down in the library to study for the upcoming regional spelling bee.

***Reblogs are extremely appreciated, since this probably won’t show up in the tags due to cursing. Thank you! <3

xxx

In fairness, Brick had come to the library during his free period with the pure intention to learn. And he was certainly learning something. But somewhere between sliding into his seat opposite Blossom and watching her lips move around insouciant as if it were a strawberry slathered in ganache, his purity was torn from his weak, teenage boy fingers and there was absolutely no going back.

“Brick, are you listening to me?” She touched his hand across the table.

“Yup.”

“Did you need me to repeat the word?”

“Yup.”

“In-SOO-see-uhnt.” She sounded it out slowly, and hand to god, that dominating SOO went straight to his cock.

This, of course, was fine.

“Origin?” he asked.

She twirled her hair around her finger and puckered her lips. “French.”

Fuck.

“I…”

Blossom mistook his increasingly horny stupor for plain old stupor and sighed. “Are you even trying? Because if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were completely fine with Darla Dimpleton going to regionals instead of one of us.”

“I am not fine with that.”

Darla Dimpleton was an unassuming, unthreatening nobody with the personality of plain oatmeal. Brick would never have even bothered to learn her name had she not committed the cardinal sin of scoring so much extra credit while everyone else was busy having lives that she stole the number one GPA right from under him. Which meant she stole it from under Blossom too. Which meant Brick was no longer a respectable silver medal to Blossom’s gold, but currently ranked third and therefor merely happy to be on the podium at all (and for the record, no one has ever been happy merely to be on the podium, just like no one has ever been happy winning Most Improved: you sucked, and now you suck a little less. Except this time, you actually suck more because Darla fucking Dimpleton decided to Quaker Oats her way to the top of this rat race that doesn’t actually matter, but it’s the principle of the thing, i.e., the only thing that matters.).

All of this to say, Darla Dimpleton was the Worst™ and she was one hundred percent going down.

“Are you sure? Because you’re being awfully cavalier about this. Some might even call you insouciant.”

It was a testament to Brick’s powerful fondness for winning and being seen doing it that he spelled insouciant in one Darla Dimpleton-shaped cock blocking breath.

Blossom smiled like she knew something. “Much better.”

Yeah, she knows a lot of things.

The problem with dating, Brick was convinced, was that suddenly the mundane became extraordinary. Everyday experiences that he had previously taken for granted—flying around Townsville, enjoying a cup of coffee, thwarting his sometimes murderous demonic overlord from distributing incriminating polaroids, that sort of thing—were suddenly exciting, thrilling even. Because now he got to do those things with Blossom, and Blossom was cool in a smarmy, elitist sort of way that both softened his heart and hardened his dick all at the same time, and that was kind of A Lot to deal with at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday.

“All right, do me,” Blossom said, and Brick coughed so badly his aforementioned weak, teenage boy fingers shook to stifle himself.

Mercy, he thought, probably. But all his blood was rushing south and it was going to take a supernatural willpower to get through these words so that one of them could beat the upstart porridge peasant to this year’s regional spelling bee.

“You’re the boss,” he said, because it was true, and also because he liked the way she looked at him when he said it. Like he was now the ganache-coated strawberry in this overextended metaphor that he was too laden with Homeric concupiscence being in her general proximity to unpack.

Concupiscence, there’s a ten dollar word for you, you horny genius.

He made a mental note to brag to Blossom about this later.

“Okay, let’s see…” Brick made a show of organizing the flashcards so that she wouldn’t see him discreetly re-situate his pants under the table. “Your word is cymotrichous.”

Blossom tapped her lips, and Brick found himself sympathizing with the Puritans in their absolute befuddlement over the libidinous effect of women having lips. Witchcraft, surely. “Could you use it in a sentence for me?”

Compelled entirely by black magic and therefor not responsible for his imminently questionable choices, Brick obliged her with: “Thinking about how I’d rather run my fingers through your cymotrichous hair for the rest of free period instead of sit here spelling words no one’s ever heard of.”

Blossom, who he was dead certain was extremely thirsty for him and had been for years long before they ever reconciled their rivalry, leaned over the desk separating them. Her hair, long and loose and indeed quite wavy today, was tempting. “Brick, are you flirting with me?”

It was a well-known fact of being a Weak-Fingered, Teenage Boy that one must never reveal such weakness, especially not in front of one’s girlfriend. On the other hand, co-opting said weakness and rebranding it as the suave truth was galaxy brain levels of flirting. And Brick, as has already been established, was a horny genius. “Yup.” He leaned in to meet her, and he twirled her hair between his fingers because they were weak for her, indeed. “How am I doing?”

Blossom, too determined to let her thirst deter her from her goal of sweet, academic retribution and bragging rights, tapped a finger to his lips. “Great. But we have so many words to spell, and only thirty minutes left to do them all. So get shuffling, stud.”

Well, he could work with that. One thing that made his relationship with Blossom work very well was their insatiable competitiveness. Whether they were whaling on each other over an empty parking lot, debating the efficacy of post-its as a note-taking device, or combining their powers to Captain Planet a cornmeal know-it-all back down the leaderboard where she belonged, they were relentless glory chasers. And the greater the challenge, the more they enjoyed the experience and each other.

Blossom spelled her word perfectly, by the way. She stretched out the o-u-s at the end in a bewitching little whisper as she pulled away and her hair slipped through his fingers. That moment when the light changes and the temperature shifts and you’re weightless in a state of existential anticipation of something monumental about to happen, but not quite? That happened. Thirty minutes to explore the shape of that anticipation was enough time to taste it but not enough to savor it. Which, Brick supposed, was about to make this the best thirty minutes he was likely going to get all week.

“Are you ready?” Blossom watched him from behind the card she’d drawn. She had a glint in her eyes that told him she was smiling behind that card.

“Anytime.”

“Your word is eudaemonic.”

That fucking gorgeous ooh again.

“Define it.”

Blossom flushed as though he had just ordered her to bend over. She bit her lip (it must have been a ten Hail Mary’s kind of day when the Witch-Finder General caught a flesh and blood woman doing that with her improbably sorcerous lips) and grinned. “It means producing happiness. Based on the idea of happiness as the proper end of conduct.”

Producing happiness, which is proper, much like how Blossom came off as proper and even prim around adults, when really she was the most fun, most confident, most person he’d ever met, especially when she was spelling in that chiffon top (son of a bitch, that was a great top on her), and the only conduct he was interested in was of the happiest kind.

“Oh.” His throat clenched, and then his stomach twisted, and then his pants grew little too tight again in a full-body chain reaction that began and ended with a fierce determination not to give in first even though it would mean release because release would be meaningless without this etymological tête-à-tête.

Don’t think about tête-à-têtes.

Seventeenth century, noun, borrowed from the French meaning literally “head to head” (please, please stop hurting yourself like this).

“Brick?”

Brick cleared his throat. “Yup. Got it. E-u-d…”

Crisis averted, Brick picked the next card and promptly choked on his own tongue. Blossom made a show like she was concerned and are you all right? and please drink some water. Brick drank her water, which of course she had had her anatomically heretical lips on earlier, which was just fantastic for him. Tuesday fucking morning.

Milieu was her word.

“Milieu, hmm.” Blossom’s smile was spellbinding, which was a pun because he punned when he panicked. “Origin?”

You bitch, he thought, and be cool, and also, witchcraft.

Brick leaned back in his chair, slipped his trembling hands in his pockets, and squeezed every ounce of anything you can do I can do better into a winsome grin. “French.”

Blossom’s adult-facing façade cracked like an egg, and he got a glimpse of the raw delight she felt for this game, for the words, and for him for making it happen. For cultivating the electric milieu, if you will, currently driving them both into a state of impassioned, competitive euphoria at 9:42 a.m. in the library.

“Right, um…” She stumbled over her words, and Brick had to restrain himself from crowing for joy and risk the rheumy-eyed librarian coming to scold them.

By the time they got through another set of words, they were each visibly frustrated and doubly turned on by the other’s masochistic resolve not to throw in the towel.

“Okay, ready for another round?”

She wasn’t even trying to hide her intentions now, and that was just fine with Brick. “Of course.”

One more.

If it was another French word, he was fucking done.

“Really?” Blossom truly had ice in her veins for the way she was able to school her face then. He couldn’t read her, and that was very bad.

If it’s another fucking French word…

He could be over the desk and on her faster than you could say concupiscence.

“Okay.” Blossom set down the flashcard she’d drawn and folded her hands on the table. She looked him dead in the eye licked her lips. “Succedaneum.”

The bookshelf shook but Brick’s fingers didn’t as they pinned Blossom’s over a Dewey Decimal-stamped spine and he kissed her with all the horny passion of a teenage genius who would make a note to thank the devil for giving women lips. One of his better ideas.

xxx

“Hey, has anyone seen Blossom? I’ve sent her, like, four texts!” Bubbles shoved her phone, open to the ignored texts in question, in her sister’s face. “She was supposed to help me with Chem homework.”

Buttercup ducked. “No, and watch where you’re swinging that thing.”

“I saw her earlier,” Boomer said. “She was with Brick coming out of first period.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mike slung his arm around Boomer’s shoulders. “Don’t they both have a free period right now?”

Buttercup rolled her eyes. “What a scam. Whoever decided to give the A-students free periods while the rest of us mere mortals gotta slave away is a straight-up Supervillain.”

Boomer snapped his fingers. “Hey, I just remembered! They both decided to compete for the spot at the regional spelling bee this year. I bet that’s what they’re doing.”

“God, that’s the saddest thing I have ever heard in my life. That’s a new low even for Blossom.”

“I heard there’s a cash prize for the regional winner,” Bubbles said. “It’s like twenty thousand bucks! Remember, everyone in school signed up and we had to have that assembly to narrow it down?”

“Twenty thou— How the tits did I miss that?!”

“I mean, it was all over the school,” Mike said. “We signed up too.”

“What? And no one thought to tell me I could’ve won the lottery?”

Boomer chuckled. “Dude, come on. You wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell against Darla Dimpleton.”

“Who?”

Bubbles cast Boomer a not worth it look, and he just sighed. “So, if they’re studying for the spelling bee, do you think they’re in the library?”

At that moment, Butch came bursting down the hall a little too fast to be human. Open lockers rattled on their hinges as he passed, and a Sophomore girl’s binder went flying, scattering looseleaf papers everywhere. Buttercup looked ready to punch him in the dick for breaking the no powers in school rule. “Guys, you’re gonna shit!”

“Calm down before you blow a load, Jesus Christ.” Buttercup yanked him back down to the floor so he wouldn’t spontaneously float.

Sensibly, Boomer asked, “Why?”

“‘Cause Brick and Blossom are making out in the library right now!”

Mike cringed. “Oh, come on.”

“The hell they are,” Buttercup said.

Bubbles smiled. “Good for them.”

“I’m serious! There were books everywhere, and the noise—”

“Oh look, there goes my dignity. Better catch it before it gets away. C’mon, moron.” Buttercup dragged Butch down the hall over his protests. “What were you even doing in the library? I didn’t think you knew where it was…”

“Like that could ever happen,” Mike said. “Those two wouldn’t waste a minute of study time if it means beating out the competition.”

Boomer did not look so convinced. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re officially, for real dating now,”—“Finally!” Mike interjected—“so it’s not that unbelievable.”

The bell for the next period rang. Bubbles groaned thinking of stewing for an hour of Chem. At least she shared that class with Boomer and would not have to suffer alone. They parted from Mike and walked together through the throng of students rushing to get to their next period.

“Hey, do you think…”

“I mean…” Boomer shrugged.

They rounded the corner and nearly ran into Blossom dashing to her next class with a rushed “Got your texts talk later bye!” before she disappeared into the crowd.

Bubbles whirled on Boomer. “Did you see her buttons—”

“Completely uneven—”

The late bell rang and made them jump. Among the last stragglers, they both dashed a bit too fast to get to class and made it to their seats just as Mr. Micelli finished writing a problem on the board.

Boomer winked when she caught his eye a couple desks away from hers, and it took everything she had not to laugh.

“Good for her,” Bubbles said to herself.

“You are late,” Mr. Micelli said.

Everyone turned to watch Brick sink into his seat, his short hair totally askew and looking healthily flushed for a Tuesday morning.

Boomer burst out laughing and needed a whole minute to calm down.

He’d tell her later that the detention was worth it.

xxx

Witchcraft! 👁️👄👁️✨

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